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strangersmunsons · 9 months

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read 'em and weep

you and Eddie meet at the library. he’s smitten.

Contains: Eddie x Reader, bookworm!reader, lovesick!Eddie, reader gives Eddie book recommendations. No mention of reader’s physical appearance, no use of y/n. Warnings: brief mention of loneliness & negligence in Eddie’s childhood. Word Count: ~2.2k it's my hope to make this a little series! i think eddie is def a bookish guy - no lord of the rings quoting, metal head dungeon master hates reading. he would certainly be open to any fantasy/horror recs you had for him! <3

Indiana. 1989.

Hawkins Library sees a lot of action in the summer.

They offer a wide variety of youth programs to keep the local kids busy and the parents sane while school is out. One of the main events is Saturday Story Time, a beloved weekly staple that you have recently been tasked with putting on.

It’s simple. You gather a number of books, usually with a common theme, and then read a select few to the children who had signed up for the day. Most of the kids in attendance are no older than six or so, with some parents even pulling up chairs to the back so they can sit with infants cradled in their arms. The older ones sit criss-cross-applesauce on carpet squares in front of you, their chubby faces alight with giggles as you recount each silly, fantastical story with all the spirit you can muster.

And then there’s always an accompanying arts and crafts project, of course. If you read The Very Hungry Caterpillar then, naturally, you have to make little googly-eyed caterpillars out of popsicle sticks and colorful pom-poms. You don’t make the rules.

If trouble occurs during Story Time, it’s usually in this phase. (Giving paste to toddlers is always a gamble – you never know what they’re gonna do with that.)

And on this particular morning, it’s been chaos from start to finish. A whopping eighteen kids had signed up, and you stretched yourself pretty thin trying to attend to everyone.

One of the babies spit up directly onto the little girl sitting in front of him and his mother. Someone slipped on their carpet square and fell harshly to the floor, earning a bruised elbow that you gently fussed over. You wrangled a pair of twins who fought bitterly over a bottle of Elmer’s glue. There were three individual running-with-scissors-scares and, finally, you spent a good ten minutes soothing one sobbing child with whom there was nothing apparently wrong with, and that you suspected was just in need of a good cry.

So yeah, it was basically pandemonium.

But eventually, to your great relief, things wound down. The audience dispersed, with their handmade goods clutched in sticky fists, and went to peruse the glossy line of picture books you put out for display. Within the next hour or two, everyone traded the cool darkness of the library for buttery sunshine, and all was quiet again. You waved cheerfully to the last parent-child duo as they made their exit, promising them that there’d be a fun activity next weekend too.

You love these storytime sessions, you really do, but sheesh. Sometimes they run you ragged. With the havoc of the morning finally over, and the promise of lunch in your near future, you try to shake off the weariness, and instead take it upon yourself to clean up the disorganized mess someone’s made of the horror section.

You’re going about your work, tongue poking out in concentration as you strain to reach the really high shelves, when you notice someone standing in your peripheral vision. You turn and glance at him, or at least, what you can see of him. He’s half-hidden by the shelf behind you, but you catch sight of brown hair and denim.

A pale face appears on a craned neck from around the corner. His dark eyes meet yours, widen slightly when he sees that you’ve caught him lurking, and he abruptly disappears again.

You purse your lips to hide your smile. This isn’t uncommon; such moments often occur when you’re cleaning up a section of books someone is hoping to sift through. In a small act of kindness, you move over to the neighboring shelf and look for something to busy yourself with; trying to give the guy a chance to browse without having to ask you to step aside.

He doesn’t emerge. You wait, expecting to sense him passing by you, but no dice. It’s amusing to think that someone might be frightened to approach you (You? Really?) but you can’t help feeling sorry that you were in his way.

The rest of your shift is rather uneventful. At the end of the day, you punch out and head home, the stranger behind the shelf forgotten.

When you come back to work on Monday, it’s much quieter than the last morning you’d been in. You greet your coworkers and set up shop at the front desk, opening up a book of your own to pass the time until someone needed assistance.

You’ve been reading for about half an hour when the big double doors open up for the day’s first visitor, the sound echoing loudly in the silent, spacious room. You look up in interest, ready to greet the person with a warm smile.

“Good morning!” you softly call out as he comes into view. He walks slowly towards you, shoes scuffing the checkered tile with each step. As he comes nearer, you can see that he’s biting his lip, one hand rubbing the back of his neck, the gesture oozing self-consciousness. He only makes eye contact with you for a second before his gaze flits away again.

He’s pretty conspicuous-looking to be approaching the desk with such hesitance, you think. He has dark hair that hangs in slightly-scraggly curls down to his chest, and huge dark eyes. The pale skin of his arms, sticking out from within a denim vest/Judas Priest t-shirt combo, are littered with tattoos.

He pauses a few feet away from you, like he’s debating whether he wants to stop and chat, or to simply veer off towards the bookshelves and start browsing. Ultimately he decides to shuffle forward, closing the distance between the two of you.

“Hi there. What can I do for you?” you ask, voice gentle but encouraging.

He looks down and rests a hand on the desk, absentmindedly tracing the wood pattern with his thumb. “Um, yes.” He doesn’t offer anything else.

There’s a pregnant pause, both of you digesting the fact that what you had asked was not a yes or no question.

He tries again. “I…am in need…of some new reading material.”

You nod gravely, expression serious. “Well, you’ve come to the right place. Did you have anything specific in mind?”

He begins to rock lightly back and forth on his feet, contemplating. “I like fantasy, especially Tolkien. I read a lot of horror, too, and sometimes sci-fi. If you had any suggestions for me, that’d be great.”

“Oh, we can certainly find you something,” you reassure him, already flipping through a mental rolodex of your favorite books in those genres. “Here, come with me.”

You stand and move around the desk to meet him, beckoning for him to follow.

Eddie watches you run a delicate hand over the spines of the books, keenly aware of the clammy sweat that’s flooding his own palms. Be cool, Munson.

“So,” you begin, a gleam of excitement in your eyes, “you like fantasy. Do you read Le Guin?”

Eddie nods eagerly, hair bouncing slightly with the movement. “Oh yeah, I’ve read the Earthsea trilogy.”

“Have you read any of The Hainish Cycle books?”

“I haven’t read those ones, no.”

You pull out two slim paperbacks from the row, holding each one out for him so he can study the covers. “These ones are science fiction, and they’re pretty good. You might like Rocannon’s World since it’s similar to a fantasy novel, but personally I think Left Hand of Darkness is the best.” You suddenly pause, and look around furtively, like you were checking to make sure that you two are really alone. You even put a hand up to the side of your mouth, as though shielding the conversation from eavesdroppers.

“Honestly,” you lower your voice like you’re admitting something scandalous, “I even liked it better than Earthsea.”

“No!” Eddie immediately matches your whispered, gossipy tone and lets his jaw drop, pretending to be aghast.

“Yes!” you insist, seemingly delighted by his willingness to play along. Eddie’s heart soars.

“I guess I can’t refute that until I read it, huh? What’s it about?” he asked, taking it from your hand.

“An envoy is visiting this frozen alien planet, and he’s trying to convince them to join this intergalactic coalition that he represents, but they’re making it like, really difficult for him. Also, gender doesn’t exist, and there’s political turmoil stemming from border disputes.”

“...oh. Cool.”

The next half-hour passes in this fashion. Your soft, mild demeanor is aglow with enthusiasm as you pull out book after book, giving him an off-the-cuff elevator pitch for each. Eddie can practically feel the cartoon hearts swirling around his head, bright pink and red bubbles that are almost certainly going to appear out of thin air and give him away.

He can’t put his finger on what it is, precisely, that’s pulling him in so deeply, drawing him towards you like a magnet with an opposite pole. Maybe it’s the tender way you talk about each book, the love and care that’s so tangible in your sweet voice, the way you speak about them as though they’re your old friends. Perhaps they are.

It’s not an unfamiliar concept to Eddie. A childhood steeped in loneliness and poverty, instability and dysfunction, neglect from his volatile and unreliable parents…yeah, he gets it. The wanting, the longing, the dire need to escape to someplace that doesn’t exist, some place where things were better and didn’t hurt, a dreamworld that would be kinder to a scrawny little boy with unwashed hair and a mean father.

The closest he ever came to it was when he lost himself between the yellowed and dog-eared pages of the few, precious books he owned.

So he listens to you chatter away with chest-aching tenderness, already thinking that he could listen to you like this for hours and be glad for it.

“You love fantasy, but you’ve never read The Last Unicorn?”

Eddie gives you an apologetic half-shrug, no longer able to keep the goofy, besotted grin from unfurling across his face. “Never got around to it, I guess.”

“It makes me cry. You have to take it,” you tell him with pleading eyes, adding it to the top of the growing pile in his arms before he can refuse. Not that he ever would. How could he, when you look at him like that?

“You cry at this one, really?” He looks curiously at the artwork on the front, an innocent picture of the pale horned creature. “But it’s so unassuming…”

“Don’t be fooled, it’ll get you. Take it,” you repeat.

Eddie shifts the stack of books to cradle it in one arm, so he can raise the other at you in a salute. “Yes, ma’am. And when I’m finished with it, I’ll give you a full report on the emotional damage it caused me.”

This makes you giggle, lips turned up in a gorgeous smile, and Eddie knows he’s a goner.

Back at the front, you resume your previous positions at the desk. Him in front and you behind, this time separated by a short pile of books.

You hold your hand out. “Card, please, sir.” Polite and professional, but with a little sparkle in your eye that lets Eddie hope for a moment that his time with you this morning was more pleasure than business.

He fumbles with his wallet, slipping out his library card and slotting it between his index and middle fingers, extending it for you to take. His chunky silver rings catch the light.

You accept the offering. “Thank you” – you quickly read the messy signature at the bottom – “Edward.” You look back at him with a grin.

He cringes, face scrunching in embarrassment. “Oh God. Call me Eddie, please.”

The scanner gives a little chirp! as you begin the checkout process, nodding. “Will do, Eddie.” His name sounds like a song when you say it, one he never wants to stop listening to.

You finish scanning his books, and slide a receipt into the jacket of the novel on top (which just so happens to be Katherine Dunn’s Geek Love). Instead of sliding the stack towards him, you keep both hands clasped on the cover, hesitating. You bite your lip, an unconscious imitation of himself earlier. “Listen….”

Eddie straightens up a little, stomach flipping like a coin. “Yeah?”

You bow your head. “I’m sorry if I talked too much. It’s just – most people who come in don’t actually ask me for recommendations, and I got excited,” you admit quietly, looking sheepish.

“Don’t apologize,” Eddie says without missing a beat. “I appreciate it. I really enjoyed it, actually,” he adds, eager to quell your anxiety. “I liked talking with you.” More than you know.

“O-oh,” you stutter, taken aback. “I liked talking with you, too.”

Eddie nods, smiling slightly. “Would you like to…talk again?” He flushes scarlet and coughs. Smooth. “I just mean, when I finish these” – he motions towards the day’s finds – “we have to discuss them, right? You helped me pick ‘em out, after all.”

“Of course. You have to let me know what you think.”

His smile gets bigger. “So we’ll reconvene?”

“We’ll reconvene,” you chuckle.

“Awesome. Looking forward to it.” He sweeps up his books, and gives you a little wave. “Thanks again, sweetheart. I’ll see you soon.”

And he can hardly wait. It looks like he’s got a lot of reading to do…

thanks for reading!!! <3 edit: this is now a series! Read Ch. 2-> Here!

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fickleminder · 6 months

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be good

AU inspired by this prompt: Humans are born with demon counterparts to protect them. The more innocent and pure a person is, the more mean, fierce, and terrifying their demon becomes.

Halloween 2023 fic 😈

It’s one of the things your parents often told you when you were growing up.

"Behave yourself."

"They won’t hurt you if you’re good."

"Say please and thank you."

"It’s okay, they’re your best friend."

"Mind your manners."

"You can always rely on them to protect you."

"Be good, now."

You’ve had multiple shadows for as long as you could remember. No one else could see them; a person’s demon was their own after all, but you quickly realized that everybody around you only had the one. Any attempts to convince your family otherwise only led them to believe yours was a shapeshifter.

But one demon or seven, they never laid a finger on you. Sometimes they kept their distance, watching over you from afar; other times they stayed within arm’s reach, readily accepting your touch should your curiosity win out. You soon became accustomed to the chilly air around them, their cool skin a familiar comfort on days when you just needed a hug.

They were brothers too, despite not looking anything alike. You talked to them of course, wanting to know more about your protectors friends, where they came from, what they did to pass the time when they weren’t watching you. The oldest one told you that they weren't like the other demons; they were more important, had other roles to fulfill and duties to tend to, which was why they had to take turns looking after you.

"I'm sorry for being a bother," five-year-old you said. You'd been left alone more often than not, your father having passed away recently while your mother worked extra jobs to keep the both of you fed. She never neglected you when she was home, but you still felt like a burden to her.

"You're not a bother," the oldest one — Lucifer — chided you gently. "Your mother loves you, and so do we. Never forget that, understand?"

You gripped his pant leg and nodded into his thigh, only relaxing when a gloved hand reached down to stroke your hair.

The wind howled outside your window and rattled the panes. Cloudy skies covered the moon, casting your room into inky blackness as you huddled under the blankets and shivered, eyes wide open and unable to sleep.

Everything seemed louder in the dark: the shrieking gusts, the creaky old floorboards, the scuttles in the walls, the scratching and rustling behind your closet door—

"It's way past your bedtime, you know."

The voice came out of nowhere, but all you felt was a sharp sense of relief knowing that you weren't alone tonight. "I'm scared," you whispered to it, clutching the sheets tighter against your body. "Can you check the closet for monsters, please?"

One of the shadows in the room seemed to grow and stretch, moving lazily towards the closet in question. You didn't dare to peek over the blankets, but you heard the door open and close as the faint noises from within fell blessedly silent.

"Better?" The voice drawled, returning to its place under your bed. "Go to sleep now. There's nothing scarier here than me."

"Thanks Belphie. Goodnight."

You let one arm dangle off the side of your bed as you finally closed your eyes. After a while, you felt a cold hand grasping yours, keeping you safe in its grip.

"I said I was sorry!"

"You think a simple 'sorry' is gonna cut it?!"

Bumping into other students in a crowded hallway was almost inevitable, but apparently this upperclassman took personal offense at it. The older boy hauled you up by your shirt and slammed you against the lockers while everybody else kept their heads low and gave the two of you a wide berth.

"I oughta teach you a lesson for—" He looked over his shoulder at someone you couldn't see, frowning with irritation. "Whaddya mean 'wrong person'? This twerp was the one who—"

Whatever his demon said must have convinced him, because he abruptly let go and stomped away without another word. Your knees buckled and you slid to the floor with a breathy exhale.

Someone squatted down beside you to check the back of your head, running gentle fingers through your hair to soothe you. "Are you hurt?"

"No, I was more startled than anything." You smiled at Satan, who still seemed somewhat troubled. "Can you walk me to my next class?"

"With pleasure."

That night, Satan got Asmo to read to you on his behalf, claiming he had a last minute errand to run. You didn't mind; Asmo had such a melodic voice that he might as well have sung you to sleep.

(You never saw that upperclassman in school again. People still said he transferred out.)

The day your mother passed, you were sitting next to her and holding her hand, doing your best to ignore the beeping of the machines that monitored her vitals.

One minute she was peaceful, halfway dozed off while you spoke to her softly, the next her entire body seized up as she began mumbling incoherently.

The machines went haywire and alerted the nurses to her side. You were forced to step back and let them do their job, your panicked gaze focused on her fearful face as she writhed on the bed, as though struggling to get away from an assailant.

"No, no... I thought... Please..." were the last words you heard before someone wrapped their arms around you and turned you away.

"Don't look," Asmo cooed in your ear, moments before the shrill beeping noises became steady.

The demon guided you to sit in the hallway outside, whispering words of comfort and rubbing your back. He told you to remember how pretty your mother was before her illness, the good times you'd spent with her after all the hardship the two of you had endured, happy memories that made every second worth it.

You knew your demons would help you to work through the grief in time, but for now, you let yourself fall apart in Asmo's arms.

"Take care on your way home."

"Thanks boss, see you tomorrow."

Closing shifts sucked, but the late hours paid well. Luckily, you had company on your walk back too, a hulking figure no one else could see but everybody still instinctively steered clear of. It made taking shortcuts through shady alleys a little safer.

Even on nights you stopped for supper at a sleazy diner, the only place still open at this godforsaken hour, nobody invited themselves into your booth or tried to strike up conversation with you. Which worked just fine, all you wanted to do was eat your food, go home, and collapse into bed.

Strangely enough, you noticed that the cook also tended to be extra generous with the portions he served you. The man was loud and gruff towards the waitstaff, but on nights you were seated at the counter, he was quiet as a mouse when setting your dish in front of you.

You could never finish it all, but you always made sure to leave a good tip anyway.

You stared at the numbers on the screen for the longest time, feeling conflicted. A part of you wished you had never approached your coworker to ask about the discrepancies you'd found in the accounts, not when he opened your eyes to some of the dealings that went under your boss's radar. He offered you a cut of the profits to keep your mouth shut of course, but you never imagined...

He was a good guy. Hardworking, funny, always willing to pitch in and offering to pick up a bite for you whenever he went on snack runs. You knew he went to church regularly too, so why?

A bat-like wing blocked your view of the screen, and you looked up to see Mammon smirking. "You're overthinking this," he said. "The answer's right in front of ya."

"I thought..." You bit your lip. "He isn't doing too well himself, and the company isn't a megacorp or anything but it's not like they'll notice. Shouldn't I just look the other way?"

"Ha! What he's offering ya is peanuts compared to the promotion you'll get by exposing his operation."

"I'm not in it for the money—"

"Maybe so, but it's the right thing to do, ain't it?"

"Still..."

"You won't have to worry about any retaliation." Mammon assured you with a ruffle of your hair. "I'll make sure of it."

"—lie! It's all a lie! Listen to me, you can't trust the devils!"

"What nonsense are you watching now?" Levi leaned over your shoulder as you tilted your phone to give him a better view.

"A video that went viral recently. Some crazy dude ranting about conspiracies and whatnot."

Levi's nose scrunched up in distaste. "Sounds like he's jealous about having a wimpy lesser demon chained to him, if you ask me. These guys are just bitter they got leftovers since they aren't good people."

"I don't know, Levi. Some folks just need a bit of help, I think. And don't get me started on the whole nature vs. nurture debate."

"Well, doesn't change the fact that you can't save everybody."

"They're cultivating us, like livestock! You have to sin, SIN I say!"

"Ugh, I've had enough of this dude. Can you change the channel? We haven’t watched the latest episode about that time-traveling god yet.”

"Ooh, you’re right! Give me a sec to log into my account…"

Lucifer hummed in amusement. "Excuse me?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend." You scrambled to clarify your earlier statement. "It's just— I've known you and your brothers for so long that you don't look scary to me, not anymore. I'm not saying you guys should be monsters or anything, but... Does this mean I'm a bad person?"

"Demons have many forms not meant for mortal eyes," he explained patiently. "And you should know that humans are neither fully good nor bad, but often somewhere in-between. In any case, why would we ever wish to frighten you, hm?"

"Told you it was a silly question..." You grumbled under your breath.

Lucifer squeezed your shoulder. "You’re a good person. You always try your best to do the right thing, even without our guidance to keep you from going astray. I don't say this lightly: I’m proud of you."

You hid your warm cheeks in the demon's chest as you hugged him for all you were worth. "...Thanks Luci."

"Anytime. Now, off you go. Don't keep Beel waiting."

Lucifer watched as his younger brother filled the empty space next to you, holding your hand while walking you home. The hour was late and the streets were dark; it wouldn't do to have anything unsavory happen to you before you made it home safely.

Yes, they needed to keep you safe at all costs. A pure and innocent being like you was hard to come by, perhaps only once every millennia or so. He and his brothers had fought for the right to you, to nurture and polish your soul for when the time was right. And when it was, you would be—

"Delicious," Lucifer whispered, baring his fangs as he licked his lips.

#writing #obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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levilxvr · 5 months

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Forget about him.

PAIRINGS: levi x f!reader

WARNINGS: nsfw, phone sex, toxic relationships, cheating, masturbation

SUMMARY: your relationship with erwin hasn’t been going smoothly, and recently you find yourself crawling back to levi who’s pining for you. One day erwin is out for the night and you decide to give levi a call.

It’s friday night and you’re alone at erwin’s apartment again, slouching on his bed. You’ve called him six times in the last hour with no response, only to get a text from hange a few minutes ago saying he’s out clubbing.

Hange: I’m here with mikasa and the gang too. He’s at the billiard table.

Without you.

Lately something’s gotten into your boyfriend and he’s been acting distant, ignoring your calls and texts whenever he’s out. Your suspicion only grew when you heard he’s been out with a bunch of old college friends. Why hadn’t he mentioned them at all? But when he gets home late at night he always acts as if nothing happened, dismissing the miss calls and questions.

That wasn’t the biggest issue. The other thing that’s been weighing on your mind is the fact that a certain someone has been getting your attention as of late: Erwin’s best friend, levi. He’s always there for you when erwin is ghosting you, taking time to hang out with you during the weekends when erwin claims he’s ‘busy with group projects’ and ‘catching up with old friends’.

You hate to admit, it but over the past few months you’ve been growing more and more emotionally attached to levi. He’s always sweet and genuine with his words, providing advice and lending a listening ear when you need to let out your frustrations about erwin. On top of that, he happened to be hot as hell and god, you had to swallow your guilt whenever his face popped up in your mind while erwin was fucking you.

Which reminds you, when was the last time he even touched you? Screw the half hearted kisses and hugs whenever he felt like it. It’s been weeks since you’ve last had sex and the last time you did it wasn’t even that great. You noticed your boyfriend only fucked you when he wasn’t in the best mood, using you as a means of personal and physical relief. And it sucked because half the time you never even got to cum before he’s rolling onto the other side of the bed and falling asleep, not even bothering to ask how you feel or what you wanted.

He’d probably kill you if you brought up the subject of ending your relationship though, so you never really talked about it with him. But tonight, you felt like you were reaching your limit. You scroll through your phone app, heart sinking to the pit of your stomach when you look at the insane number of unanswered outgoing calls. What the hell was erwin up to?

Whatever it is, looks like that asshole was too busy out drinking and doing god knows what with god knows who.

You blinked back your tears and pressed the call button under levi’s number without thinking twice.

Levi had nothing to do during the weekends. He wasn’t much of a social bug and never let erwin drag him out to his silly parties and club nights because he knew about you..and he didn’t want to affect your feelings towards him by joining in with erwin’s shit.

Unbeknownst to you, he actually had the fattest crush on you. It all started a few months back when he sent you a text about erwin’s whereabouts and it turned into a full blown conversation about how he’s been acting weird as hell lately. Then you guys started meeting up on the regular when he’s not around.

And now..

He got out of the shower and threw a towel around his neck, quickly pulling up a pair of black sweatpants as he headed to his bed to pick up your call. His heart was pounding in his chest. every time he saw your name on his screen he felt like he was going to collapse, because of nervousness and also because of the fact that he probably shouldn’t be doing this when erwin is dating you. But fuck it, erwin’s such a lousy boyfriend anyways- and he wanted to prove it to you.

“Hey,” his low voice rings in your ears. No matter what happens, you’ve got the key to the front door so if Erwin comes back he won’t be able to enter unless you unlock it.

“Hey.” You didn’t expect your voice to come out so..quiet.

“Everything alright?” You could hear the concern in his smooth voice.

“Are you free to talk?”

“No shit, I wouldn’t have answered otherwise.”

You smiled at his snarkiness. Cute.

For the next half an hour or so you guys end up chatting about recent events, anything new happening, and of course, erwin.

“Tch, he thinks his ego is as big as his dick.”

“Pretty small, not gonna lie,”

“Oh yeah? Bet he lasts like thirty seconds.”

“Twenty.”

Levi laughs and you can't contain the silly grin that spreads on your face. He really is one of the cutest guys you’ve ever met. But the warmth in your heart dies down when you remember the situation youre currently in.

“I’ve been wanting to break up with him for months now, I just don’t know how and I’m scared of how he’ll react.”

“Hmm..he is quite difficult when it comes to relationships.”

There’s a long pause over the phone and you’re about to break the silence when Levi says, “I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you send him one of those silly breakup messages and I’ll drive over to pick you up?”

“It’s..not that easy, levi. I already told him I’m here.”

Hearing his name from your lips makes him melt. If only you knew how badly he wanted you. How he feels whenever your pretty face pops up in his mind, how desperately he wants to feel your body on his. It’s wrong, he’s well aware of that. But just physically being with you, admiring how perfect you are, it’s enough to get him hot and bothered, cock involuntarily hardening in his pants as he tries to control himself.

And fuck it all, because tonight he’s had enough playing around with his own stupid feelings. He sends a text to hange who confirms that erwin is still at the club, then closes all his tabs.

“Then let me help you feel better.”

“W- what?”

“You know..” he doesn’t know where the hell this sudden surge of confidence is coming from, but hopefully neither of you regret it in the morning. Seconds later his free hand is sliding past the waistband of his sweatpants, fingers brushing against his slowly hardening cock. The contact makes him let out a low groan and he adjusts himself while pulling his pants off.

“Levi, are you..” you hear the rustling of sheets in his background, followed by more soft pants over the phone as he presses a thumb against his tip.

You’re wrist deep in your shorts now, pushing past your panties as you palm the growing heat in your lower region. The line goes silent for a moment as you close your eyes and bite your lower lip, spreading your legs as your fingers ghost over your clit.

“Tell me,” he whispers while stroking the precum on his shaft. “do you think about me? When you’re touching yourself?”

“Mhmm, I think about you every day, levi.”

“What do you think about?” He’s rubbing his thumb over the sensitive slit of his cock, abdomen clenching when more clear fluid flows out. He lets out another moan when he realises how red and swollen he’s become- all because of you.

“I think about your fingers..” you slip a finger into your tight hole, using your own arousal as lube. “Inside me.” You barely choke out the last part, cheeks flushing red at the embarrassing confession. You’re slipping it in and out now, back arching when you imagine it’s his slender, veiny hand pressed against your core, fingering you while your other hand drops the phone beside you and grabs your breast.

Your voice sounds so sexy, it’s making levi even more horny. He can’t help but imagine the sounds you’d make when he’s on top of you, fucking your pussy nicely and making you feel so good like you deserve. His hand is stroking his cock more roughly now, hissing through his teeth as he squeezes the tip. Not yet, he thought, not gonna cum until she cums.

“What else do you think about?” He presses.

“I think..oh fuck- I think about your cock inside me,” you’re so close now, two fingers curling and thrusting against your sweet spot. He can tell by the way your voice has gone a pitch higher that you’re gonna cum soon. “Think about you cumming inside me while..fuck-!”

“Yeah? Thinking about me filling you up?”

“Yea, levi! Shit, i think ‘m gonna cum soon,”

“me too, pretty girl.” He’s letting out the loudest, filthiest moans he’s ever heard from himself, not even bothering to control them as he drinks in every sound you make. Soon you’re both climaxing, your pussy clenching tight around your fingers- his fingers, as you ride out your orgasm. Meanwhile levi’s cursing over the phone, mumbling how good you make him feel as he spills all over his hand.

Your legs are quivering as you recover from your high, fingers still stroking your sensitive folds.

“y/n..shit, we gotta do this more often.”

“..did you mean it? When you said I make you feel good?”

“Of course, baby.” You shiver at the way he says it. “Fuck, I’ve been wanting you since the day we met up at your place when that bitch was out at the bar.”

“Levi..”

There’s no turning back now.

“Forget about him.” He says. “Forget about erwin and come spend time with me.” There’s a sense of sincerity in his voice. And Levi’s the kind of guy who sticks to his word. He doesn’t fuck around with people’s feelings.

“okay-”

Your phone rings and you curse.

“fuck, he’s calling.”

PART 2

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toxicanonymity · 8 months

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Hi!! Pls point me in the right direction if there’s been a similar ask already, but I’m recently obsessed with raider and also started my period today :// so I’m wondering how Joel would treat sweet pea on her period? Does he think it’s gross, does he still touch her on her period, does he let her have painkillers if she asks nicely, etc? Do you imagine her not even getting her period at all anymore from stress or malnourishment? Just a random thought I had :)

Raider Joel if you got your period

900 words, raider!Joel x f!reader.

SUMMARY/WARNINGS: this is mostly headcanon/kinda fluff I guess but brief angst and smut (period sex, oral m receiving), talk of sterility. Featuring Carter!

A/N: yeah, she doesn't have her period, from malnourishment or general conditions, like you mentioned, so if she got it I think it'd be a surprise to both of them. If this gets canonized I'll let y'all know but rn I don't wanna deal with tracking a period lol.

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Early one morning, when the sun is still rising, Joel has an arm wrapped over you and his hand creeps between your legs. He pulls you back into him, and his fingers slip between your thighs. You’re even wetter than usual, making him press his arousal into you with a quiet growl, and then, he can’t resist, he brings his finger to his mouth. Before he can taste it, he smells the familiar copper and his heart skips a beat. This all happens really fast: He throws the covers off you and sees a dark blotch smeared from when he pulled you into him. He backs up and lets you down onto your back. He says your name urgently, shakes your shoulder and hovers his cheek over your mouth to feel your breath.

As you begin to wake up, he remembers about periods and feels bad for making a big deal of it if that’s what’s going on. He cups your face and breathes a sigh of relief, but he still has to ask, “Are you hurt?”

You begin to stir awake. "You okay?" He asks. As you gain consciousness you register his wet finger on your cheek and put your hand over it. You feel how wet you are and squirm, then when you turn over to face him, you look down to reach down for the sheet and you see blood. It startles you, too. Then you register the familiar ache in your abdomen, and you never thought you’d *want* cramps but for some reason it makes you emotional to have it back.

You reflexively apologize, “Sorry, I think it’s just. . .it must be back,” you whisper. “My cycle.”

“It’s okay, you’re okay, right?” His heart rate is still elevated but he’s starting to calm down.

“Yeah,” you nod. “I’m sorry, it’s been gone for so-”

“It’s okay, you’re okay.”

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I think he’d do his best to take care of you but would need some guidance. He’d probably ask you what you need. As much of a big tough guy as he is he does take his role seriously in taking care of you so I imagine he’d run you a bath and tell you to wait there. Maybe he’d send Carter to try to find some pads lmao.

Joel would jog down the hill to the stash house to get Carter. Joel would almost rather Carter just stay with you guys, but someone's still gotta keep an eye on things. Carter would still be waking up when Joel barges in asking for help. Carter's like, "easy, what's goin' on?"

"She's bleedin', I need you to-"

"What happened, is she okay??"

"No, yeah, she's got," Joel awkwardly gesticulate as he explains, "She's got her cycle"

"Her period?" Carter breathes a sigh of relief and chuckles. "made it sound like life or death, man. Ya know they're s'posed to get it every month right?"

"Can ya find her somethin'?"

“Joel, I dunno anything about-”

“Carter, please–can ya figure it out?”

Carter swallows and looks around. “Yeah. Sure, boss.”

(I guess this falls under "other duties as assigned" - taking down human scarecrows, finding menstrual products)

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And yes, Joel has the drug connections and might offer you pills if you feel bad, or even if you don't. He might even try to help by washing the sheets while you're in the bath and Carter is out trying to find supplies.

–

Sexually, Joel has no aversion to your period. But maybe you’re still self conscious of the mess at first. He’s pounding you from behind, and you’ve just finished coming. He moans deeply as you squeeze him with an aftershock.

“Joel,” you look back at him.

He grunts and sighs as he buries his length in you, a mess spreading in his pubic hair and between your legs. He pants, “yeah sweet pea”

“Can i swallow it”

“Can ya —”

“Please?"

He sighs, wanting to slam into you and spill it already, but thinking, ok whatever. He pulls out, lays back on the bed, and you lick him clean before he cums and you swallow. Seeing you do it is such a turn-on, it might become a thing he wants you to do.

–

And then after, you suggest, “maybe I should swallow all the time from now on.”

His brow furrows “Why?”

“If I can get my period, i can probably get pregnant." It goes without saying neither of you would consider that a good things in this world.

“oh,” he mutters, then he’s pensive for a moment. “that ain’t gonna happen, sweet pea.”

“how do you know? are you ... fixed?”

He's short, but his tone is gentle. “yeah, it just ain’t gonna happen okay?” You feel bad for accidentally stumbling onto something from his past, but feel relieved at the revelation.

“okay,” you whisper as you put your head on his chest. “sorry.”

“’s'okay, baby. 's'a good thing, ain't it."

"Yeah," you sigh. "really good."

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We don't know exactly why she doesn't have it, either malnourishment and/or stress conditions could be viable, I've tended to HC malnutrition but if she were to get it, maybe that'd be a sign of kind of settling into a (relative to the situation) normal-ish life there. At least she started picking dandelion leaves and stuff and foraging for mushrooms, and maybe they found some produce like with the apples and pumpkins HC.

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Spare me! - Part 1

You and Eddie have a crush on each other, but it takes Murray Bauman to make it embarrassingly clear.

Tropes: Eddie Munson x Henderson female reader, fluff, Murray exposing your feelings, forced proximity, a very soft Eddie.

Warnings: Mention and/or depiction of fighting and wounds, teeny-tiny diversion from the show's timeline (this one's more about the concept than the overall S4 plot😉).

Word count: 5.4k

Author’s notes: I recently rewatched all seasons of ST and noticed how Murray always knows what's going on in the gang's hearts... thought I'd give his Cupid skills a try with Eddie eheh

✨Part 2✨

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Happiness can be found in the strangest of things; but it never occurred to you that happiness - or, better, relief - might one day come into the shape of a faded and battered-down warehouse in the outskirts of Hawkins.

However, as soon as the once yellow and light blue building comes into sight as you come out of the woods at the side of the road, panting and with your feet hurting like hell from walking all that way, you almost feel like crying.

“We’re here” you state with a tired exhale, a smile warming up your face as you turn to your side. “We made it, Eddie”.

“Thank God” is all Eddie can mutter under his breath before tripping on his feet and almost falling to the ground. You rush to his side, throwing one of his arms around your shoulders as you try to support him.

“Hey, hey, stay with me” you tell him, your free arm on his chest, holding him steady. “Just a few more steps and then you can rest”.

You can feel his chest rising and falling into heavy breaths under the thin layer of his Hellfire shirt as he nods slowly. You’ve never been so physically close to him, you’ve never touched him like this - and sure enough, he’s never leaned on you like his life depended on it, as he’s doing now. The whirlwind of feelings is enough to send your head spinning, but now it’s not a good time for fluttery butterflies and quickened heartbeats: you need to take him inside before he passes out.

You’ve been walking through the woods outside Hawkins for hours after escaping Jason and his crew of insane jocks. You were supposed to bring Eddie some food at Reefer’s Rick, but when you reached the boathouse it was too late: Jason and his goons had found Eddie and had cornered him, turning him into their personal punching ball. He’d been able to stall them for a bit with the same broken bottle he’d used to attack Steve, but it hadn’t been enough.

You even tried to stop them, but Andy had mercilessly elbowed you away, making you trip and fall into the freezing waters of Lovers Lake. Soaking wet, you were struggling to climb back up on the floor of the room when it happened.

Patrick was suddenly frozen still, eyes white and blind. Andy noticed it first, and he tried to bring him back into consciousness by calling his name, shaking him, but you knew he was gone now. You took your chance as soon as the boy started levitating, knowing well enough what was next - and the horror and stupor that possessed Jason and the others as Patrick’s bones started to snap was just the diversion you needed.

While they helplessly tried to save their friend, in a rush of desperation you managed to rise from the lake, grab a semi-unconscious Eddie and make him barely stand up to get him into the boat in the middle of the room. And just as everyone else started to scream in despair at Patrick’s death, you were rowing away from the boathouse, towards the opposite shore of the lake.

Eddie’s wounds, thankfully, weren’t as serious as you feared; but he was bleeding, and you needed a safe place where you could contact the rest of the group and set up a meeting. You needed the help of someone you trusted, who wouldn’t ask too many questions and who lived reasonably close. That’s when it clicked.

You met Murray Bauman two years ago, when you went to his house with Nancy and Jonathan to expose the secrets of Hawkins Lab. Last year, he joined you and the others at Starcourt to bring down the Russians and their damned machine, which opened the Upside Down once again. He knows everything and he would understand - and that’s how you ended up buzzing his intercom in the middle of the night, with Eddie’s body slumped against yours.

“State your name”

Murray’s voice echoes from a speaker above the door. You really don’t have time or energy left for this ritual, but you know it’s mandatory.

“It’s me, Y/n Henderson” you urgently speak up, trying not to be too loud, “Murray, let us in - we need help”.

“Show your face” Murray adds through the speaker, his tone as flat as that of an answering machine.

“Murray, please” you hiss through your teeth, your voice edging towards desperation as you snap your head up towards the camera above you - wondering how he’s going to see anything more than a blurry shape in the dark.

A second later, the metal door of the warehouse swings open to reveal Murray Bauman standing in front of you, with nothing but a white tank top and matching boxers on.

“What do you want?” He asks you, his eyes lingering inquisitively on an almost zoned-out Eddie and his black eye. “You woke me up”.

“It’s back” you blurt out, “it’s back and we’re in danger. I’ll tell you everything, but we need a place to stay for tonight - he’s not doing well” you add, nodding at Eddie. “Please, Murray”.

Murray’s face suddenly turns pale at your words, and he gives you a single, silent nod. He then moves to the side to let you in, his head turning left and right to look at the street before closing the door.

You stumble towards the sofa, Eddie’s weight almost throwing you off balance as you carefully place him down. As soon as he lays his head on one of the pillows, he finally passes out.

“So” Murray addresses you, his head tilted to the side as he nods at Eddie, “who’s that?”

You adjust a strand of Eddie’s curly hair away from his closed eyes and check his temperature and breathing to make sure that he’s okay before turning towards Murray.

“He’s Eddie Munson” you explain with an exhausted sigh.

Murray’s eyes widen as if they’re about to pop out of their sockets, Eddie’s name immediately reminding him of the latest news reports on TV. “Munson? You’ve brought a wanted murderer into my home?” He exclaims under his breath, hands frantically moving in the air.

“He didn’t do it” you’re quick to add, a glimpse of anger straining your voice as you drop down on a chair next to a small table in the kitchen corner, “He’s innocent. I’ll tell you everything, I promise… but I need some water first”

Murray glares at you, but then he moves to the cupboard, grabs two glasses and proceeds to open the freezer.

“I think I have something better than that” he states, taking out of the cold compartment a bottle of vodka.

As you two drink a few shots, the liquor tingling down your throat and burning inside you (but bringing you some much needed comfort), you tell him everything from the start. How you met Eddie by giving Dustin, Mike and Lucas endless lifts to their D&D campaigns, how you and your brother looked for him with Steve, Robin and Max after the events at the trailer park, swearing by his innocence and supporting your claims with Max’s story about the flickering lights and Eddie’s own recounting of Chrissy’s death. How you’re now on the run from Jason Carver and the Hawkins High basketball team, and how you’re planning to meet with everyone else tomorrow.

Murray stares into the void as he listens, taking in every word and growing almost imperceptibly paler.

Once you’re done with the story, the bottle is half empty and your head is slightly spinning. Murray is looking at you with a resigned expression, still sipping on his fifth glass of vodka.

“You can stay” he finally tells you, “but just for tonight. I have a plane to catch tomorrow”.

Even if you knew he would say yes, you’re so relieved you almost hug him. You wouldn’t do that in any normal situation, especially not when he’s still half naked, but you’re so grateful that you’d even be willing to go past that.

However, before you stop yourself, he immediately puts up his hands, shaking his head.

“Uh-uh” he says, “Don’t come any closer, please - you stink. Go take a shower, there’s a clean towel you can use in the bathroom closet”.

Now that the pressing need to find shelter and let Eddie rest and recover is resolved, you remember that you actually need to take care of yourself, as well: your hair and clothes are still a bit damp (and, yes, smelly) from when you fell into the lake, and your side is hurting where Andy’s elbow crashed into it. And, now that your body is finally starting to relax, you’re realizing how exhausted you actually are.

You get up and head towards the corridor, stopping by the sofa to glimpse at Eddie. He’s still knocked out, hair sprawled around his face and a ringed hand resting on his chest. Your gaze softens visibly as you lower your head over his to check his breathing one more time - and you realize that he’s probably shifted into a sleeping spell.

“Can you keep an eye on him while I clean myself up?” You ask Murray as you straighten yourself up again.

Murray knowingly looks at you with his eyebrows raised. “Yeah, sure, it’s not like I’m going anywhere at this point” he blurts out, ushering you with a quick movement of his hands. “Now please go, go, go”.

You get into the bathroom and as you close the door behind you, you finally allow yourself to take a big breath. You carefully remove your t-shirt in front of the mirror to check the damage and you notice that a black and yellow bruise is already forming on your side. You touch it slightly with the tip of your finger and, yeah, it hurts, but it seems quite superficial and not that serious - Eddie has it worse, for sure.

You get into the shower and the hot water makes you sigh in pleasure as soon as it hits your tense shoulders. You’d love to spend a whole hour under the heavy flow, surrounded by warm steam, but you really want to check on Eddie and be there when he wakes up. So, with great effort and a lot of resistance from your body, you turn the water off and get out of the shower box, grabbing a large white towel from the closet that Murray mentioned and wrapping it around your body. Then, you tiptoe back into the living room, trying not to drip too much water on the floor.

“Do you have some clothes I can borrow, by any chance? Mine really need a wash” you ask Murray, who’s still sitting at the table while flipping the pages of today’s newspaper.

“Oh lord, and then what? A VIP ticket to Area 51 as well?” Murray sighs loudly while rolling his eyes, but he immediately pushes the newspaper away and gets up from the chair. “Let me guess: he’ll need my clothes too, right?” He asks you, nodding at Eddie.

“Uhm… yeah, I think so” you shyly reply, earning a glare in return.

“You’re lucky I’ve done an extra load of laundry today” Murray replies, pointing a finger at you before disappearing into the corridor.

You’re about to sit back down on your chair when a low groan makes your head snap around.

“Y/n” Eddie murmurs, his eyes flickering open as you rush to the sofa and kneel by his side on the carpet.

“I’m here, Eddie” you tell him, scanning his face as he comes back into consciousness and feeling his forehead with the back of your hand to check for any signs of a temperature.

“Wait, are you naked?” He slowly asks once he looks at you, still in a confused daze as a tilted smirk appears on his lips.

You let out a chuckle, your hands rushing to tighten the towel around your body. “Don’t even think about that, Munson” you reply, shooting back up on your feet as Murray comes back into the room.

As soon as Eddie sees him, he tries to sit up, but he struggles as pain makes him hiss at any attempt at moving. You help him, accompanying his body up by gently taking his hand with one of yours and placing the other on his back.

“Welcome back to the world of the living. Shower’s that way” Murray states, pointing back towards the bathroom before dropping a bundle of clean clothes on the sofa next to Eddie. “You can use these. I’m also getting you a first aid kit because, if I can be honest, your face looks like shit”.

“Uhm… thanks, man” Eddie tentatively replies, throwing a questioning look in your direction.

“Yeah, yeah, she’s told me everything already” Murray addresses him again, “I know you’re not a serial killer”.

Eddie’s shoulders drop, relief visibly filling him up as he grabs a pair of faded sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt from the pile next to him and manages to stand up, making a few steps towards the bathroom door.

“Do you… uh, do you think you need help with that?” You ask him, blushing slightly at the idea of following him.

Eddie turns towards you, his signature grin back on his lips now that he knows he’s safe. “I can manage that” he says, looking for support on the doorframe as he stumbles a little, “Besides, I don’t think you want to see the sweet old tatties on full display” he jokes.

Your cheeks get even redder as you desperately hope that he’s not reading your mind right now. “Yeah, uhm, cool” you reply, catching a glimpse of a visibly stupefied and slightly annoyed Murray behind you, “I’ll get changed in the meantime. Once you’re done, we’ll try to patch you up”.

“Roger that” Eddie replies, finally closing the bathroom door behind him.

“Was all that flirting necessary?” Murray asks you as he leads you to the guest room, where you plan to change into the remaining gym shorts and hoodie.

“It wasn’t flirting - we’re friends” you briefly explain, shutting his protests down. “I’ll be back in a sec and then I’ll need your radio” you’re then quick to add, getting inside the room and closing the sliding doors.

“We’re friends” Murray mocks you in a high-pitched voice as he goes back to the bottle of vodka, “Yeah, and I’m Russian”.

When you come out of the guest room and sit on the slumped sofa in the living room, Murray brings you his radio, dropping it unceremoniously on the coffee table. You thank him with a smile and start fiddling with the channels until you find the right one.

“Dustin, do you copy?” You ask into the speaker. While you wait for a response, the bathroom door opens to reveal a cleaned up, but still limping, Eddie. He stumbles back to the sofa and sits down next to you.

After a few minutes of silent buzzing, the radio crackles and Dustin voice echoes in the room.

“Y/n, thank god” he exclaims, his familiar voice making both you and Eddie smile, “are you guys okay? You didn’t check in when we called you”

“Yeah, uhm, we had a little setback” you explain, “Reefer Rick’s is compromised - Jason found us. But we made it out and we’re safe at Murray’s. Eddie’s here with me” you add, glancing up at him.

“Hello, Henderson” Eddie says as he leans down towards the radio, his damp hair brushing against your cheek.

“Munson” Steve voice suddenly echoes from the speaker, “do you know where Skull Rock is? Glad to know you’re okay, by the way”

“Hey, I was talking to them” Dustin mutters in the background.

You and Eddie exchange a look, then he gently takes the speaker from your hands to reply. His fingers lightly graze yours with the gesture, making your skin tingle.

“I know it, yeah” he says, nervously scratching his hair, “are we meeting there tomorrow?”

“Yes, ten o’clock, Skull Rock” Steve repeats, “We have to go now, but we’re keeping the line open if you need us. Say hi to y/n for me and try to be careful in the meantime. Over and out”.

Eddie places the radio speaker back on the table and slumps down into the sofa, his hands running up and down his legs.

“Hey” you ask him, placing a hand on one of his to calm him down. “Are you okay?”

He looks at you, his gaze softening. “That’s a good one, sweetheart” he replies, absentmindedly intertwining his fingers with yours. Your stomach turns into a swarm of butterflies as you notice the glint in his eyes - what is going on?

Murray coughs, and you both immediately let go.

“So, uhm, let me take a look at those” you stutter, nodding at the few wounds on Eddie's face as you gently touch him with the tip of your fingers, slowly moving his head side to side to inspect the damage. He has a split lip, a cut on his left cheek and a black eye, with some leftover blood dried just under his nose. Your heart tightens at the thought of what Jason, Andy and Patrick did to him.

“Murray” you ask, turning around to face him, “what about that first aid kit?”

“Yes” Murray exclaims, clapping his hands before rummaging through one of the kitchen drawers until he takes out a small, white box. “This is it, but I’ll leave you to it and go back to sleep” he says, handing the box to you over the sofa, “you know where the guest room is - just don’t be too loud, okay? I’m not in the mood to listen to you two-”

“Murray!” You exclaim horrified, as Eddie’s eyes run back and forth between the two of you in shock. “We’re not sleeping together- I mean, I will stay here on the sofa” you specify, feeling the heat of shame rising up your neck.

“I’m not letting you sleep on the sofa - I’m sleeping on the sofa” Eddie interrupts you in mild confusion.

“Eddie, you’re hurt-” you try to talk back, but he puts one hand up to shush you.

“Nope” he says, shaking his head, “You brought this old, battered body here, you need to rest in a proper bed”.

“Exactly” you specify, “your body is battered, so that’s why-“

“GUYS!” Murray interrupts you with a yell, “Enough with that lovers’ quarrel. Just sleep in the same damn bed like you both clearly so desperately desire and let me rest in peace”.

“It’s not a lovers’ quarrel!” you and Eddie both exclaim, immediately exchanging a look.

Murray stares at you in disbelief as silence suddenly falls in the room - however, it doesn’t last long.

“Oh, spare me!” Murray finally blurts out, loudly. “Fucking unbelievable. Listen” he addresses you both, a finger pointed at your faces. “I’ve been through this shit twice already - Byers and Wheeler first, then Joyce and Hopper. It must run in your whole damn Ghostbusters slash Scooby-Doo group, I swear. You” he turns to Eddie, who looks at him with wide eyes, “you’re the nerdy metalhead that nobody in the whole world would ever love because he’s a freak, am I correct? So you hide behind an unnecessarily thick wall of sarcasm and cynicism because if you don’t put up that façade someone might actually find out that you crave to love, and to be loved. And what happens one day? You find her“ he adds, turning to you next. “And it’s a fucking cliché, because she’s your best friend’s sister and oh my god she’s untouchable and she will never look at you, right? Wrong! Because every time she looks at you - and boy, she does that a lot - she basically melts into the ground, turns literally purple, loses all sense of reason and logic and starts waking up people in the middle of the damn night to keep you safe. On that note: Y/n, stop lying to yourself and finally admit that you’re head over heels about him - and stop being so insecure, so dubious, so full of useless self-pity and worry. Open your beautiful girly eyes and get a grip, because YES - he’s head over heels about you too, okay?”

Murray takes a deep breath as you and Eddie sit there in silence, avoiding each other’s eyes like the plague.

“Good” Murray finally exclaims, proud of his little speech - he’s convinced he’s the best Cupid out there by now. “Have a good night, Mr. and Mrs. Just Friends” he concludes, heading towards his bedroom and locking himself in.

The living room is so silent that you can hear the faint chirping of the crickets outside the house. Your hands are sweating on your lap as their grip on the first-aid box tightens, your eyes locked on it because you’re too embarrassed to meet Eddie’s. Your mind is spinning as it tries to analyze every single interaction, every word you’ve exchanged with him, looking for any possible instance of you slipping up and showing your true feelings - and, for a second, you also consider looking for signs that might confirm what Murray has just stated. That Eddie might actually feel the same.

Little do you know that Eddie is doing the exact same thing. But he’s quicker to find a way to change the subject and tone down the awkwardness, because yes, he’s just been blatantly exposed, but making sure that you’re okay - that both of you are okay with each other - is way more important than finding a way to recover from Murray’s words.

“So, uhm…” he begins, stuttering lightly as he nervously starts playing with his rings. “Is there a… uhm, a bandaid or something in there?” He asks you, nodding at the kit with a tentative smile.

You snap back to reality. “Oh, yeah, I guess so - let me look for it” you blurt out as you open the box, fidgeting with its contents until you manage to find a tiny bottle of disinfectant, a few cotton balls and two bandaids with a red and blue polka dot print on them.

“Not so metal, I’m afraid” you tell Eddie as you show him the bandaids with a small smile that matches his own, making him chuckle as he realizes that yes, probably you’re still okay.

“As long as they keep these battle wounds from bleeding” he jokes, taking them from you before starting to peel one of them open, “I think they’ll do”.

“Oh no, wait” you exclaim, blocking him with your hands. If someone asked, both of you could swear that the sparkles erupting from your hands touching were brightly visible in the dim light of the room. “We need to clean those properly first”.

Eddie sighs in defeat and you proceed by pouring some disinfectant on one cotton ball, dabbing it on the cut on his lip and the wound on his cheek.

“I’m sorry, I know it burns” you apologize as you feel him holding his breath, guessing that it’s because of the pain. That’s true, but just in a very small part - mostly, it’s having you so close to him that leaves him breathless and clueless about making any move. He’s actually too absorbed in admiring your long eyelashes and how they flutter as your eyes attentively scan his face, counting the pale freckles and tiny skin marks scattered on your cheeks and nose, noticing the clean scent of shampoo from your still damp hair and the faint hint of your cologne still left on your neck. Actually, the burning is welcome to him, as it’s the only thing keeping him grounded and restraining him from doing something stupid and way too risky - like, he guesses, kissing you.

“All done” you finally state, tapping on the edge of the bandaid you’ve just placed on his cheek before moving back away from him. Both of you feel the space between your bodies, and it seems as deep as the ocean.

“Thank you, kind lady” he replies, his eyes still lingering on yours.

You both stand up at the same time, the awkwardness back in the room as you nervously look at each other with an embarrassed smile - because, you’ve just realized, it’s time to make a decision on the bed thing.

“Soooo” Eddie tentatively begins, taking a strand of his wavy hair and barely hiding his face behind it as he looks sideways at you, “Since there’s no way I’m letting you sleep on this sucker…” he begins, waving one hand at the sofa.

“Eddie, come on-” you try, but he accepts no protests on your side.

“And you’re too kind and stubborn to let me be the knight in shiny armor” he continues as you scoff, smiling, “I guess we could, uhm…” he concludes, words dying in his throat as a wave of insecurity washes over him. Maybe what he’s about to propose is way out of line…

“Share?” you ask, finishing his sentence - but it’s more a wish than an actual question.

Eddie’s lips curve upside down in one of his signature smiles. “If that’s okay for you, of course… I- I don’t mind” he tells you, waiting patiently for your consent as he begins fiddling again with his rings.

You give him one warm, matching smile. “Seems big enough for two” you say, nodding towards the bed that is visible through the sliding doors of the guest room across from you. “It’s okay for me”.

“Great… great, okay” Eddie states, finally taking a breath as he nods repeatedly. God, not even bullies at school have ever made him so nervous. He should really get a grip.

You head towards the room, bumping into each other as you unsuccessfully try to get in at the same time. You both let out a timid laugh and Eddie moves sideways, bowing slightly and showing you in with an extended arm.

“Ladies first” he theatrically states, letting you into the room.

You take a few steps inside and sit down on the folding bed, which is set up with clean sheets. Probably Murray got it all prepped when you were in the shower and Eddie was still knocked out.

“Good, I always sleep on the left side” Eddie exclaims, as he notices you’ve taken your place on the right edge of the mattress.

You chuckle as you lie back, while Eddie crosses the room to get to the other side of the bed. He lies down with a sigh, too, looking at you one last time for permission to turn the lights off. You nod slightly, tiredness already making its way through your exhausted limbs, and with a flick of Eddie’s fingers the room gets pitch black.

“Goodnight, Eddie” you whisper in the dark.

“Goodnight, sweetheart” he replies, the nickname he started to use as a joke (but that doesn’t feel like a joke anymore) escaping his lips before it’s too late, lingering in the air as silence falls between you once again.

You both turn around away from each other, facing the outer side of the bed. You close your eyes, feeling safe for the first time in hours (and, maybe, days), the comfort of Eddie’s presence next to you and the warmth of the blankets wrapped around you making your mind drift farther, and farther away…

But it takes you just a few seconds to understand that you can’t sleep.

It’s one of those cursed situations in which you’re actually too tired to get some rest, and as your body finally relaxes your mind jolts awake, fully active and functioning better than it ever did.

You sigh deeply, the mattress creaking loudly as you move to turn around and switch position - just to find out that Eddie has turned around as well, and he’s now facing you.

His breath warmly and regularly fans over your face, and you figure he’s asleep - until his voice breaks the silence with a whisper.

“Y/n” he softly asks, “are you awake?”

You smile in the dark, your eyes still closed.

“Mhm”

“I just wanted to say, thank you for today” he murmurs, “You saved my life. Very metal of you”.

“Anytime, Munson” you whisper back, “take it as a thank-you gift for keeping Dustin busy and relieving me of my big sister duties once a week for the past year”.

“That little devil” Eddie chuckles as he scoots closer to you. Your heart starts beating a little faster, as you feel the faint thread of electricity that has formed between your bodies. “I guess stubbornness runs in the family. But I’m grateful to him, actually” he adds, shuffling slightly under the covers.

“Why is that?” you ask him, the thought of sleeping now completely forgotten in some corner of your mind.

Eddie stays silent for a few seconds, then speaks again.

“I guess you don’t remember the first time you brought him to Hellfire” he softly says, and you think you can catch a glimpse of his smile.

“Actually, I do” you reply, the memory of that late September afternoon easily coming to your mind. “Especially because you kept staring at our car when we got there. Leaning against the school’s front door like a dark, mysterious character straight out of a fantasy novel” you joke, tentatively moving your hand in the dark to poke him.

And just as you actually find his body, Eddie finds your hand. His long, slightly calloused fingers intertwine with yours, his thumb drawing soft circles on your burning skin. He’s glad the lights are off, because he’s too scared that you’d back away if you saw the nervousness mixed with badly hidden love in his gaze.

“As nice as your car is” he says, chuckling, “I wasn’t staring at it, at all. I was…” he hesitates, before deciding to risk it all. “I was actually wondering how Henderson could have such a beautiful creature for a sister” he blurts out.

You lie still in the dark, speechless, your hand still into Eddie’s. Your brain is running ten thousand miles an hour, trying to wrap around what he’s just said.

“I mean, he’s a, uhm… a cute kid, I guess?” Eddie quickly adds, trying to make sense of his words, “but when I saw you I thought… I mean, I actually thought, that’s how Arwen must have looked like. And that’s how Aragorn must have felt when he, uhm… ”.

He can’t finish the sentence, because your hand has moved from the gentle grasp of his fingers to his cheek, pulling him closer to you until your lips meet in the dark.

The kiss is soft and slow, and you pour into it all the words you’ve never said and feelings you’ve kept hidden for months, careful to avoid the healing cut on his lower lip as you move. Eddie’s arms wrap around your body, his legs now intertwined with yours under the blanket.

You explore each other’s bodies - your hands through his hair, his lips down your neck, t-shirts lifting up and skin burning at any soft touch as the steel of his rings slides under the thick cotton of your clothes. You both feel safe, understood, and seen even in the pitch black of the room. It almost feels like meeting for the first time, too.

Eddie doesn’t let go of you, not even when you stop kissing to take a breath, the weight of the day now finally overcoming you both. As you lie in his arms, your head placed on his chest so that you can hear the beat of his heart, you realize that this is what true relief - or, better, happiness - must feel like.

“Guess your friend was right” Eddie says, his hand caressing your ruffled hair as his words are followed by a yawn.

“He usually is”. You chuckle, closing your eyes as your breaths deepen and slow down.

Then, you both fall asleep.

—♥︎—

✨Part 2✨

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flame-resistant · 1 month

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He felt sick. Why did you look at him like that? Why were you being so nice? Why weren't you scared of him like everyone else? It made his skin itch just enough; he needed it to stop.

Content: stalking, death threats, yandere

He remembered you well, the look you gave when you offered him the soda. How you said it was an extra by mistake, a kind gesture that just didn’t sit well with him. What was your game? Didn’t know who he was? Even if you didn’t, how could you not see he was bad news, how disgusting he looked. A bitter feeling entered his chest as Shigaraki watched you leave, off to do God knows what, just a stupid little civilian who didn’t know any better. You made him sick.

It didn’t take him long to find your social media, only a few days of trying to fish for information. The area the two of you met in was near a university, you looked about his age, so a student fit and damn was he correct. Even there you presented as this kind individual who could do no wrong. Helping with the needy and deprived like some saint, an obsessive thought edging its way into his mind. What would happen if someone made you snap? A grin crossed his dry lips as the bright screen created a halo around his thin figure, but he was far from angelic, and he was damned to prove you weren’t as well.

“Hey who is this loser posting hate comments in your posts?” A friend had asked after you received a few hate comments, while cyberbullying and trolling wasn’t a new topic, it was odd that your small blog would be hit. Shrugging your shoulders, eyes skimmed the words from the anonymous user: “fraud”, “die in a hole”, “you think this makes you good?”; it almost seemed this user was taking everything personal. Though you couldn’t figure out just what you did to them specifically.

“It’s probably just someone mad and taking it out on random blogs, no? We never interacted before so we can’t possibly know each other. Look, we don't even follow the same accounts.” That was a good point, your friend mumbled in agreement. Perhaps it really just was some spam account, they only told you to be careful in case it got more extreme.

“Just be sure to take screenshots if they threaten you.”

And you did, the comments not stopping only growing by the hour. It got to the point you had to block the account, something you usually didn’t do but felt pressured due to the volume of spam comments and your friend saying they deserved it. A part of you was tempted to just reach out and ask what their problem was, an idea that was dropped when mentioned in your social group. Brows furrowed as the others called you too nice, that people don’t think like you, that some are just fucked up.

It seemed to be going well, after the block the hate comments stopped, and things started to go back into the boring norm of college classes and hanging out in your free time. A notification on your phone distracted you from the recent discussion with your study group. Blood leaving your being as you read the message sent to you, a new account, but the same words.

“Did you really think blocking me would help? I knew it, you’re just like the rest of the trash in this world. One day you’re going to wake up and everything around you is going to be dead, that goody-two-shoes attitude won’t be able to help you either. You’re all going to die and I’m going to do it.”

All attention was back on you when your phone dropped to the floor, your face pale from the feeling of anxiety growing inside you. Saying a quick “excuse me”, they watched you leave to the bathroom in a fit of paranoia. The mirror staring back at you showed a reflection that was never crossed before; widened eyes and mouth agape as you caught your breath. Mind raced with thoughts as you moved to check the stalls behind you, a breath of relief seeing that you were alone.

After the lovely encounter with your new pen pal, your friends convinced you to go to the police in hopes of finding the creep. Though it was shown they couldn’t pinpoint a good enough address, something about a VPN, your mind distracted by other things than computer tech. Looking out the window, every person became a possible threat. Was it the guy in the hoodie getting into a cab? Maybe the woman who was screaming at her phone while ordering a coffee. Your trust in humanity slowly dwindles, a hand on your shoulder breaking those negative thoughts as your friends give a few reassuring smiles. You weren’t fighting this by yourself, you had support.

Taking the police’s advice on blocking the account and switching your social to private, you had a bit more hope that maybe this would end. The small group headed back to your apartment as your friends discussed how crazy the person was. Your mind once more lost in thought on trying to figure out just what you did. The person said you were a goody-two-shoes, maybe they just meant your social media likes and posts, though something in your gut said it was more than just that. It was like they took your existence personally, as if you had truly offended them. A part of you wanted to at least try and apologize for whatever the fuck you did, but the other part knew it would anger the anon more. For now, you decided to push it aside, you did what you could.

Again, things seemed to be calming down, while it was frustrating to be on private, you knew you had to wait it out until things died down. A few weeks, maybe a month or two? God, you just wanted this to be over with, surely the person must have moved on by now, right? Someone couldn’t be that obsessed with freaking you out. So, after a month and a half you opened up your social to the public again. A few happy comments from some mutuals on seeing you back, glad to hear you were doing well. It felt good, almost therapeutic to have that control back.

Another week and still no hate comments from random accounts, maybe they really did give up? You could be so hopeful. Checking your phone for a notification at the store entrance, you moved to place it back in your pocket before being hit by an oncoming person’s shoulder. A quick apology was sent their way as you fumbled with your phone from almost dropping it. Not receiving a reply, you figured the person was just in a rush. The dark hoodie blending in with a crowd of bystanders. Hearing your phone beep caused your eyes to leave the crowd and until the new notification. A simple sentence message from a new account: watch it.

“So, the creep really does know you? We need to go back to the police!” After the encounter, you booked it to your friend’s place, not feeling safe going shopping alone. Shaking your head, you knew it would be pointless. You didn’t get a good look at the person; from what you could see they looked male but that was just a hunch. The police would just shrug it off like they did before, not enough evidence did nothing to help them possibly hunt down a culprit.

“They’ll just blow it off again, tell me to put my blog on private again. It was torture not getting to talk to my friends outside of our group, I don’t want to do it again.”

“Yeah, but this creep saw you! They literally shoulder bumped you!

“But I didn’t see them.”

The two of you fell quiet, a huff from them knowing you were right despite how annoying and stressful the situation was. “So, the guy can just keep stalking you and the police won’t do shit, ridiculous.”

It was, but it was also legal. An agreement came after this that you wouldn’t be left alone if it could be worked out. More eyes meant more chances of seeing who the guy was, which made sense. Part of you felt bad that your friends made sure to be around before and after your classes and even walking you home. They would reassure you it was fine, that they rather do this than hang up missing posters.

Every now and then a new message would surface from a new account, statements about what you were wearing, even pictures taken of yourself and your friends. Screenshots saved before blocking the next account. It was almost starting to feel normal, as if on cue you knew he would send you a new notification on the dot. And one of those days you finally felt bold, what could he do anyway, you weren’t alone so he couldn’t exactly hurt you, besides you almost wanted him to do something in public to put an end to this and call the police.

moth.eater sent: You should try the mountain dew, maybe it would give some spice to your lame life. netizen.55 sent: Why are you doing this? What did I even do to you? moth.eater sent: I just want to see you tick.

That was it, all he wanted was to piss you off? He was doing a shitty job at that, if anything he was just scaring you into a corner. A phrase you remembered from your psych class came back to your mind, anger was a secondary emotion usually from rejection or fear. This guy was trying to scare you to the point of anger, the thought alone didn’t settle well with you. That rush of adrenaline hitting you once more before you could rationalize your response.

netizen.55 sent: I’m not scared of you.

That seemed to do it, it was the first time he blocked you. A feeling of pride filled your lungs, it’s been a while since you felt this satisfied. You won this weird argument; the block proved it enough. He should leave you alone now.

It itched; his skin never stopped burning despite how much he scratched. Red eyes stared through the screen; past the words you so bluntly wrote. You weren’t scared of him? Maybe not right now, but you would be. Every single person in this stupid world would be, sensei said so after all. The chair rolled back behind Shigaraki as he grabbed his old hoodie.

Final exams were nearing, but now that your number one hater had been leaving you alone it seemed less daunting. Your friends were even able to do their own things again which helped the guilt die down, no more being some protected being. Picking up the last textbook from the library, it was a straight direction back to your apartment. The time showed just past 7:15pm meaning a few hours of studying before crashing. Sounded like a good Thursday to you, especially with no notifications! A need to skip home almost overcame you, though the look of bystanders kept you in check.

With the apartment door shut and books tossed on the desk, it was time to get to work. Cracking your balcony door just a bit to let a breeze in, your eyes moved to observe the text. It was a relatively quiet night, not yet the weekend in which other college students would be howling below after a few drinks. Sometimes a police siren would go by, nothing too dangerous from the sounds of it, besides a few heroes were patrolling the area. Getting up to take a break, the clock now showing 8:43pm, it didn’t hit you how long you had been reading for. A hand moving to massage your face and wake up. One more hour you told yourself as you walked towards the kitchen for a drink.

Weird, did you leave the kitchen sink on? Brows furrowed as you tried to remember each step you made when you got home but couldn’t really focus due to being in a slight daze. Maybe you washed a dish and forgot to turn the faucet off. Shrugging it off, you turned the handle and moved to the fridge. Cold pizza and a few beers stared back at you, a mental note to get more groceries this weekend was made as you went back to the sink. Maybe past you knew what they were on about with the sink being on.

Cup in your hand, you stopped dead in your tracks, eyes widening from what was staring back at you. The hallway that faced the sink was empty, a window at the very back that usually helped you see what was going on in the dark apartment was now blocked by the figure. Red eyes stared back at your own, each step you took to move back was followed by another from the person.

“You said you weren’t scared of me; you look like everyone else who sees me.” The voice sounded scratched, like he hadn’t drunk anything in years, as if he was the embodiment of a desert. If it didn’t hit before, it hit now on who it was. Quick to run to the bathroom door, the closest one that would get you away from the stalker, you let out a strangled grunt when you were shoved against it instead. Face now pressed into the wood as the palm of his hand kept you in place. “I knew it, once that little facade breaks, you’re just as shitty as everyone else.”

“Let go!”

Not caring about the panic in your voice, you tried to turn around or at least get him to move, a “tsk” was heard as the hooded man showed you the cup you were once holding. Confusion turned into fear as the cup began to turn into dust just by his touch alone, a silent warning that you would be next if you kept it up. Still processing everything that was going on, the only question that could come to mind was asked, your nervous system in full overdrive with logic out the window. “Why?”

“I told you; I just want to see what’s under that mask. You should really think twice on who you offer free drinks to.”

Darkness was the final reply you got, the world shutting down around you. If you survived this, you would keep the extra soda for yourself.

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peleksstuff · 1 year

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goodbye l harry styles x reader

*gifs not mine*

Summary: Harry Styles and (y/n) had been together for two years, but they recently broke up due to their busy schedules. Harry and (y/n) meet backstage at Saturday Night Live where they had met before.

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As Harry Styles walked into the backstage area of Saturday Night Live, he couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over him. This was the same stage where he had performed as a musical guest so many times before, and it was also where he had met (y/n).

But now, things were different. Harry and (y/n) had been together for two years, but they had recently broken up due to their busy schedules. It was a decision that had been hard for both of them, but it was necessary if they wanted to pursue their careers to the fullest.

As Harry made his way to his dressing room, he saw (y/n) walking towards him. She was dressed in her SNL costume, ready to perform her latest sketch.

"Hey," Harry said, trying to keep his voice steady. "How are you?"

"I'm good," (y/n) replied, giving him a small smile. "How about you?"

Harry shrugged. "I'm okay. It's weird being here without you, you know?"

"I know," (y/n) said softly.

The two of them stood there in silence for a moment, each lost in their thoughts. Harry couldn't help but remember all the good times he had shared with (y/n) at this stage. He remembered how she always made him laugh, even on his most challenging days. He remembered how she would look at him with those beautiful eyes, making his heart skip a beat.

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry things didn't work out between us," Harry said, breaking the silence.

(Y/n) nodded a sad smile on her face. "It's okay, Harry. I know that our schedules just didn't line up anymore. It was nobody's fault."

Harry felt a pang of regret as he heard (y/n)'s words. He had always thought that they could make it work, even with their busy schedules. But he knew deep down that it wasn't that simple. Being in the public eye and constantly on the move made it difficult for them to find time for each other.

"I just wish we had more time," Harry said, his voice laced with sadness.

(Y/n) placed a comforting hand on his arm. "I know, Harry. But sometimes, things just don't work out how we want them to. We just have to accept it and move on."

Harry nodded, feeling grateful for (y/n)'s understanding. He knew it wasn't easy for her either, and he appreciated that she was willing to put their differences aside and be there for him.

"I just want you to know that-"

"Harry, Please don't make this harder. I know you loved me. I don't want to hear it again for my sake, please." (y/n) said while laughing, but Harry knew he was hurting her again.

Harry felt a lump form in his throat as (y/n) spoke. He knew he had hurt her deeply with their breakup, and he didn't want to make things any harder for her. He could see the pain in her eyes, breaking his heart.

"I'm sorry," Harry said softly, reaching to take her hand. "I didn't mean to bring up old wounds."

"It's okay," (y/n) replied, her voice softening. "I know you didn't mean it that way. It's just hard for me to hear those words right now."

Harry nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He didn't want to hurt (y/n) more than he already had.

The two of them stood there in silence for a few more moments. Harry knew that he needed to move on and focus on his career, but a part of him still longed for (y/n). He couldn't help but wonder if they would ever find their way back to each other.

"I should get going," (y/n) said, breaking the silence. "I have to get ready for my sketch."

"Right," Harry said, reluctantly letting go of her hand.

As (y/n) turned to leave, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness in his chest. He watched as she walked away, her figure getting smaller and smaller until she disappeared from view.

Harry knew this was truly the end of their relationship, and it hit him hard. He had lost someone who meant everything to him.

As Harry sat in his dressing room, he couldn't help but feel the weight of the situation crashing down on him. He remembered the times they had shared together, their memories, and the love they had once shared.

The tears started to well up in Harry's eyes, and he tried to hold them back, but it was useless. He buried his face in his hands and let out a sob. He missed (y/n) so much it hurt.

The sound of a knock at his door startled him, and he quickly wiped away his tears before getting up to answer it. When he opened the door, he saw (y/n) standing there, looking just as sad as he felt.

"I couldn't leave without saying goodbye properly," (y/n) said softly, her voice trembling with emotion.

Harry's heart skipped a beat as he looked into her eyes. He could see their pain and sadness, and he knew that she was hurting just as much as he was.

They stood there for a moment, just looking at each other, before (y/n) stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Harry in a tight embrace. Harry felt his heart break into a million pieces as he hugged her back, knowing that this was probably the last time he would ever hold her like this.

"I'm going to miss you so much," (y/n) whispered, her voice barely above a whisper

"I'm going to miss you too," Harry replied, his voice cracking with emotion.

They held each other for what felt like an eternity, both unwilling to let go. But eventually, they knew that they had to.

As (y/n) pulled away, Harry could see the tears streaming down her face. He reached up and gently wiped them away with his thumb, feeling the urge to kiss her one last time. But he knew it wasn't fair for either of them to reopen old wounds.

"Goodbye, Harry," (y/n) said, her voice barely audible.

"Goodbye, (y/n)," Harry replied, his voice choked with tears.

As (y/n) turned to leave, Harry watched her go, feeling a sense of emptiness in his chest. He knew that he would never forget her and that a part of him would always love her. But he also knew that it was time to move on and focus on his career and future.

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mandos-mind-trick · 10 months

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A Little Jealousy

Summary: After weeks of pent up desire for your new Sergeant, a trip to 79s offers a chance at relief in more than one way.

Pairings: Reader x unnamed female Twi'lek/ Hunter x reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, 18+, reader is bisexual, lesbian sex, fingering, alien sex (kinda?), semi!public sex, unintentional exhibitionism (twice!), outdoor sex, unprotected sex, jealousy, asshole Hunter, confession of feelings in a twisted way, language, kinda possessive behavior.

A/N: Here is my contribution to making this website both gayer and more horny. This was a very, very, very early version of how confessions were made in Midnight but I chickened out, so I made it a stand alone fic. Please enjoy my fellow horny people.

MASTERLIST

You feel like your brain might explode. Either that, or your ovaries may go first.

You had recently been reassigned to a new squad: Clone Force 99. The GAR decided they needed an intelligence officer, and you were one of the best. It was your job to know things, and know things you did. Like how Hunter’s voice is deeper and rougher right after he wakes up, or how nimble his fingers are as he sits absentmindedly twirling his knife, or the way his body is unfairly proportioned with his wide shoulders, narrow waist, and thick thighs. Most importantly, the roundness of his ass imprinted in the front of your mind from that one time you saw him without any armor.

He’s so gruff and rugged and attractive and you’ve been suffering for weeks. You’d never act on it. The GAR would have your head, throw you in jail for fraternization. At worst, he could be decommissioned.

So you had suffered silently, managing to convince them to take their next shore leave on Coruscant, instead of Kamino. You were desperate for any relief, even if it meant taking some random clone to bed for a night.

That was how you found yourself in a corner booth at 79s, already two shots deep. You’re beginning to feel the buzz of the alcohol, your eyes constantly scanning the crowd. You need to find a distraction and quick before you leap across the table and tackle your handsome Sergeant.

Your eyes scan over the dance floor, deciding that’s your best plan of attack to find someone and discreetly sneak out the door. You down another shot before sliding towards the end of the booth.

“Where are you going?” Hunter’s deep timbre reaches your ears.

“Dancing.” You answer, crawling over Tech before you can talk yourself out of it.

You make your way down to the dance floor, slipping into the crowd. You hope you’ve hidden yourself well enough as you let your body start to move with the beat, loosening the tension that’s been building.

You dance for a while, enjoying yourself as you lose yourself in the music. A few bodies brush past you, but none of them quite piqued your interest. At least until someone approaches you outright. It’s a Twi’lek, her orange skin glowing under the lights of the club. She’s beautiful, as most Twi’leks are. She gets close to you, hands fearlessly grabbing your waist.

You wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her in closer. Your bodies sway to the music, getting closer and closer until almost every inch of you is touching. She whispers her name in your ear as she grinds against you, slipping a leg between yours. You bite your lip, letting your own hands trail down her lithe body.

Desire thrums through you, dampening your panties under your dress. You can feel the dampness between her thighs pressing against your bare leg where it’s pressed between hers.

“You wanna get out of here?” She asks, nipping at your earlobe.

“Yes.” You breathe, untangling yourself enough to grab her hand and tug her towards the door. You forget about your squad, you forget about Hunter, your brain thrumming with alcohol and desire as you tug the Twi’lek out the door and into a secluded area behind the bar.

She pins you up against the wall, lips pressing against yours. She tastes sweet, like an expensive wine. She doesn't seem to care that you probably taste like cheap alcohol and the free beer they passed out to clones as she all but devours your mouth.

Her hands trail along your form, trailing over your breasts through the fabric of your dress. Your nipples pebble under her touch, visible through the thin fabric. You’re glad you skipped out on the breastband. She moans against your lips as your hand makes quick work of the clasp of her pants, your fingers slipping inside. She’s bare underneath, obviously having the same thought as you tonight.

Her fingers trail lower, slipping under your short dress. Your own fingers trail through her slick folds as she teases you over your lacy panties. You widen your legs, giving her room to slip a finger inside you. Your eyes roll back, weeks of tension gone with the simple action. You need this. You need this so badly.

You tease her clit, fingers rubbing circles as she slips a second finger into your slick passage. Her lips leave yours, trailing down your neck as she fucks you with her fingers, two of your own pressing into her. You match her rhythm, her moans vibrating against the skin of your throat.

Your own lips part, quiet moans slipping through them. You tilt your head back, giving her more space. You tilt your head to the side, noticing movement at the end of the alley. You meet Hunter’s gaze as he stands there watching. You’re taken aback by his presence, not expecting him to have followed you, much less noticed your absence.

You let out a louder moan as she sinks her teeth into your neck, your hips grinding against her hand. You’re so close, so very close. Your free hand lifts, wrapping around the end of her lekku. You squeeze it gently, a high-pitched moan leaving her lips. She flutters around your fingers, soaking your hand as she cums.

You cum not long after, fluttering around her fingers. Your gaze is drawn from Hunter as she pulls her fingers from your pussy, slipping them into her mouth. Your own mouth falls open, and she leans in, licking into your mouth. You pull your hand from her pants, wrapping your fingers around her wrist. You tug her towards the opposite end of the alley, knowing you’re in for quite the night.

***

You’re half hungover as you catch a ride back to GAR headquarters. You’d stayed up until the early hours of the morning, fucking and drinking with the Twi’lek that had taken you home from the bar. You were more than satisfied, glad to have the tension alleviated for this next stretch of missions. You had no way of predicting how long it would be until your next break, and if it’s anything like last time, you’re going to go insane again.

You approach the Marauder, Hunter and Wrecker loading up the last of the supplies. Hunter has his helmet on, strange but perhaps he was feeling a bit hungover too.

“You’re late.” He snaps, turning on you as you approach.

“Actually, I’m right on time.” You say, taken aback by his sudden change in attitude from the previous night.

“Just get on the ship before we leave you behind.” He says, pushing past you to climb up the steps.

You glance at Wrecker as he grabs the last of the crates, the gentle giant offering nothing more than a shrug. It seems you’re not the only one confused by Hunter’s sudden sour mood. It wasn’t like you had broken any rules going home with a civilian. Sure, you could have told them you were leaving, but that wasn’t really any of their business. You’re a grown woman, you can make your own decisions. You made it back in time, that was what should matter.

You head up the steps, slipping into the fresher to change into your tactical gear.

***

Things don’t get better even as time passes. Hunter, if anything, seems annoyed with your very presence. He stands as far from you as he can at all times, seems broodier than normal, and barely acknowledges your existence more than he has to. You’re not even sure what you’ve done wrong. He’s never acted like this before. He’s completely changed when it comes to you, and even in certain interactions with the others.

You’re getting tired of it.

You finally confront him when you land on a remote planet, everyone pairing off to scout. You’re unlucky enough to be paired with Hunter, the others likely doing it in hopes you’re going to sort everything out by the time you’re done.

You walk ahead of him, not trusting him to not strand you if you fall behind. It wasn’t like you couldn’t find your way back to the ship. You’d studied this planet inside and out on the trip, as was part of your job. You just don’t want to give him a reason to berate you over nothing.

You can hear him behind you, huffing and sighing as you make your way through the dense forest. You’re getting annoyed by it, the annoyance building and building until you finally snap.

“What is your problem?” You ask, turning on him. “Ever since Coruscant you’ve been in this pissy mood and I’m getting tired of bearing the brunt of it.”

“What’s my problem?” He steps up to you, voice seething through his helmet. “How about you sneaking off with some stranger and getting fucked in a alley where anyone could see you? For weeks I’ve been having to smell you, stuck picturing that mouth and all the sinful things it can do, being tortured endlessly and then you go and run off with some stranger.”

Your lips part as you stare up at him in shock. You hadn’t even thought about the fact he could smell your arousal. He probably knew every time you were even a little turned on by something. Heat floods your cheeks, your whole body. You understand now, the sudden change in attitude.

“Hunter, are you...jealous?” You ask. You hadn’t even thought the feelings might be mutual. He had never even hinted at anything like that. He always kept a respectable distance, he joked and teased you but it was never more than platonic fun between squadmates. You had no idea he felt the same way.

Your back hits the tree behind you as he pushes on your chest, pinning you there. He steps closer, glaring down at you through his helmet. You can’t see his face, but you can feel it, the weight of his stare. Your lips part as his hand slides up your chest to your neck, continuing up until he’s cupping your cheek.

“I’ve wanted you since I first saw you.” He confesses, tugging at your bottom lip with his thumb. “Since you opened that sinful mouth the first time, since I saw this perfect body.” His free hand roams down your side. “Do you know how many times I’ve watched you bend over showing that perfect ass off to the entire ship?” His hand closes around your thigh, hiking it around his waist. “How many times I’ve wanted to grab you, slam you up against the wall and fuck you until you’re hoarse from screaming my name to the universe?”

You let out a quiet whimper, hips jerking against his where he’s pressed up against you. You’re on fire, your body burning with pent up desire for your Sergeant. Your little foray on Coruscant had only managed to bury it, but nothing would ease the yearning except for him.

“Do you know how badly I’ve wanted to bury myself in that sweet little pussy, drown myself in your scent, have you all to myself.” He releases you, tugging his helmet off. His eyes are dark with lust, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“Take me.” You whisper, panties soaked through already. “Make me yours, Hunter.”

He undoes his codpiece, letting it drop to the ground. You undo your belt, letting it drop to the ground before undoing your pants, peeling them down your legs. You turn, pressing your front against the tree, sticking your ass out for him. He groans, hands grabbing a cheek and squeezing.

You press back against his hands, revealing your slick folds. “I need you, Hunter.” You whine.

He slides his hands up to your hips, the head of his cock pressing against your pussy. “I’ve got you.” He drags the head along your slit a couple times, gathering your wetness before he begins to press inside.

You’re tight, especially in this position. He groans as he presses in further, your little pants and moans music to his ears. He had only imagined what you would sound like, and seeing you with that Twi’lek outside the bar had sent his blood boiling. He wanted to be the one to draw those delicious sounds from your lips. He wanted to be the one to bring you pleasure, to make you cum until you forget your own name.

He curses quietly as he thrusts into you, hands gripping your hips so tightly you’ll probably have bruises later. You’ll have scrapes from the bark of the tree, but you don’t care. All you can focus on is Hunter and how he feels inside of you.

“Kriff.” You curse, close already just from his touch and that deep voice moaning in your ear. It’s better than you ever could have imagined.

“Next time, I’m going to take my time with you.” He growls into your ear. “Take you apart piece by piece, study every inch of your skin until I know it like it was my own, draw every noise, every sound from you until I know what you sound like by heart.”

You whimper, your legs shaking as you squeeze around him. “Hunter!” You cry, his fingers slipping under you to circle your clit.

“Cum for me.” He growls, burying his face in your neck.

You cry his name as you cum, his own thrusts getting sloppy before he spills into you as well. You stand there for a few moments, savoring the feel of him as you recover from your orgasm.

“Are you two finished?” Crosshair’s sly tone is not lost through the comm on your arm.

Your eyes snap open, stomach dropping. Both of your comms are still on.

“Yes, if you are done rectifying your actions and sorting out your feelings, we have found the base.” Tech says.

You curse silently, cheeks burning as you pull up your pants and put your belt back on.

“Well, at least we won’t have to worry about keeping it a secret.” Hunter says, putting his helmet back on.

“Oh yeah, it’s no secret anymore!” Wrecker says through the comms.

You squeeze your eyes closed, mortified that the squad had just listened to you fuck their Sergeant.

“I hope you at least enjoyed it, perverts.” Hunter says before stepping up to you. “Come on. Let’s get moving.”

You take his hand, following him through the trees, cheeks still burning.

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moonice20408 · 1 year

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Pairing: Emily Prentiss x SubFem!Reader Category: Lil bit smutty. Nothing graphic, but still 18+ ONLY PLEASE Summary: You’re exhausted after back to back cases, and some friends ask if you wanna ‘hang out’ that weekend. Seems like the perfect way to destress. Then you run into your boss at a sex club. Content Warning: Brief mention of a missing child case, Dom/Sub dynamics, talks of non-penetrative BDSM scenes, submissive relationship to a male/female couple, Bi reader, oral, sex toys. Word Count: 2981 A/N: So I posted this forever ago, then lost ~everything~ on my memory card. But, I managed to recently save a few things, this being one of them, but I lost everything else I wrote for it, so for now, it will remain a one-shot. Someone was asking where it went, so I thought I'd at least post the first chapter. ALSO the names James and Natasha are also used for characters, just in case that happens to be your name. Cause seeing my own name in a fic throws me sometimes.

To say you were tired was the understatement of the century. The team had gotten back from one case, only for Garcia to meet you in the bullpen with an apologetic look and a file in hand. JJ, Matt and Rossi had excused themselves to call their families before joining the rest of you in the briefing room. And it was a bad one. A kid had gone missing that afternoon. From a park in the middle of the day. You had until the jet was refuelled and you were off again. Thankfully, and against what all the statistics told you, you found the boy after two days alive. He was scared and hungry, but you’d been able to reunite him with his family. Given the police presence, the unsub hadn’t managed to do anything to the kid; too scared of getting caught. When you found the scumbag, you’d managed to give him a black eye as he tried to escape, and then watched as he begged for some kind of mercy while he was taken way in cuffs. The exhaustion of it all seemed worth with when JJ had pulled up to the scene with the boys parents, and they ran out to embrace their son. The case ended as well as it could of done given everything, and the entire team passed out when on the jet home.

It was a Friday afternoon when you got back, and Emily had instructed you all go straight home, and not to come back till Monday. No one argued. You opted to call a cab. Two demanding cases, very little sleep, and your diet for over a week now had been mostly coffee and whatever was in the closest vending machine. You figured it’d be best not to drive. Upon returning home you had dropped your bag at the door, kicked your shoes off and promptly fell forward onto your couch, falling quickly to sleep.

After a few hours though, the awkward way you fell overpowered the need for sleep, and you woke up stiff and unsure of the time. Taking a deep breath, you forced yourself up. You stretched your hands above your head, and brought them down to rub your face. You took advantage of the burst of energy you now had, knowing it wouldn’t last long, and set about doing the laundry from your go bag, and heading for a decent shower.

Clean, dry and now in comfier clothes, you head back to the couch, find something to watch and order takeout for dinner. You had just finished the food when your phone buzzed.

Your stomach dropped. You almost didn’t want to look. The dread of a new case coming up and Garcia was calling you back in. But, reluctantly, you reached out for the phone, and let out a sigh of relief when you saw the message was from James.

James: Hey, me and Nat are going out tomorrow night. Would love for you to join if you’re free?

A smirk crossed your face.

You: Great timing. Would love to! Normal place?

James: Actually, we were thinking somewhere new. Been a few times, you’ll like it, promise ;) Will send you the address x

You had met James and Natasha not long after you’d moved to the area. After settling in, at home and work, you’d decided you should look into places that helped you… de-stress. You had a stressful job after all, and what better way to relax then to get back on the scene?

It had taken a little research, but you had found a few clubs around. Then on your free weekends, you’d sampled them out. It was just in the second club you’d met James and Natasha. You had been taking a walk around, just checking the place out and maybe sticking around some rooms to watch the couples or groups in there. They had been by the bar when you’d ordered a drink, and James came over, had complimented your dress, and pointed out he’d never seen you around before.

“Well, I’ve just moved here.” You smiled at the man. “So am scouring the local scene.”

He nodded. “Ah, well then welcome! I’m James, very nice to meet you.” You shook his hand, laughing a little with him. Then he pointed to a little table, where a pretty woman was sat watching the two of you. “And that over there is Natasha.”

You gave her a little wave, and she smiled at you as she sipped her own drink.

“And, if you like,” James continued. “We would be interested in showing you around.”

You had stayed with them for most of the night. The three of you made polite conversation while you finished your drinks, and they gave you a tour of the club. During said tour, they had quickly expressed their interest in having you join them some time. You had learned they the two of them were also in a romantic relationship, and while on the scene, James was dominant, while Natasha was a switch. They were looking for someone who would like to be a submissive to the both of them when Natasha was in a dom mind set. And given the fact they were both very attractive people, and you fell naturally into a submissive role, you too were interested in the proposal. You still wanted to get to know them a little more before agreeing, to which they agreed, so when their small tour was over, you had written down your number, and let them get on with their plans for the evening.

You got a text from Natasha the next day, asking if you were still interested, and if you’d want to meet up to discuss things further if you were. Texting back right away, they’d met you for lunch that same afternoon, and you’d talked more about limits, and set up some rules and boundaries. The main thing for them was that it wasn’t sex. You understood, they weren’t just BDSM partners, they were in a romantic relationship, and neither were comfortable with the other having sex with someone else. Oral and the use of toys were on the table, but no penetrative sex. Not having any issue with that, the conversation moved to your own limits. They had agreed with you on most of your hard limits, and took careful note of the soft. You’d gone over your sexual health, and had agreed to meet them for a proper scene the following Saturday.

It was pretty light compared to some of the stuff the three of you do know, but they hadn’t wanted to push you too much too soon. But it was amazing.

All that was about a year ago now. Your relationship to the couple only grew stronger in that time. You could trust them in a scene like no one else. And as the trust grew, you had been willing to try out new stuff for them. They acknowledged that you did still want to have sex, and so long as you let them know and got tested before you’d meet up with them again, they were okay with it. They always stayed with you afterwards in case you dropped, and they never got mad or upset if you got called in for a case last minute. They didn’t know exactly what you did for a job, just that you could get called away at a moment’s notice. Eventually, Natasha had even been submissive alongside you sometimes, with James in control of you both. So when James text you about a new place, it didn’t worry you in the slightest.

***

They were both waiting outside for you. And from their posture alone, you could tell it was only you being the submissive one tonight. The though made you grin as you rushed over to them.

“Well don’t you look pretty.” Natasha put her hand under your chin. The gesture giving you that warm, dizzy feeling. The stress of the past week had been a lot, and you were more than ready for tonight. As a result, you slipped into a sub space pretty quick, and they could tell, as you leaned into Natasha’s touch.

James smirked. “Eager tonight, are we sweetheart?”

You just hummed and nodded, your hands reaching out to them both.

They lead you inside, and James took you to a small table in the corner. Natasha had gone to the bar, and grabbed the three of you a quick drink. Nothing alcoholic. James had strict rules about going into a scene sober. Natasha had drunk hers quickly, then left the table, telling you she was going to get the room ready. The glint in her eyes as she spoke made you giddy, and you wrapped your arms around James.

“What are we doing tonight?” You asked.

“Well, we’re in room five.” He grinned at you, putting his arm around your shoulders.

“And what happens in room five?”

“Depends on whether or not you behave.”

You faked a gasp. “I always behave!”

He just chuckled at you.

As you finished your drink, you set the glass on the table with the other two.

James rubbed your back. “How about you be a good girl, and take those back to the bar, hm? Then we can go find Nat.”

You bit down on your tongue at the pet name, and were quick to move, collecting the glasses carefully in your hands and making your way through the crowd. The bartender smiled at you as you put them down, and you turned back. Walking straight into someone as you did.

“Oh I’m-” The words stuck in your mouth and your stomach dropped, as you looked at the woman in front of you with wide eyes.

Emily.

Emily Prentiss.

Your literal actual boss. Eyes also wide in surprise.

You snapped your mouth shut. “I, erm… Hello.” You gave a nervous smile.

“Hey...” She said slowly.

“So… This is happening…” Your eyes wondered down her body, suddenly very awake of the tight, revealing black outfit she was wearing.

It looked good.

No! Stop it. She’s your boss.

…Your boss in a very well fitted outfit at a sex club!

“Apparently.” She said, her voice seemingly calmer than it was a second ago.

Your eyes snapped up to hers, realising you were staring at… not at her face. She smirked a little bit, and you could feel your cheeks getting warmer. Any trace of shock or surprise had vanished from her face, and she was looking at you with a amused glint in her eyes.

“Umm… I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say here…”

“Don’t think there’s anything you’re supposed to say.” She raised an eyebrow and took a sip of the drink in her hand.

She was acting so casual about this. Like you’d ran into her at the store.

How was she being so calm about this? So composed?

“You’re a dom?” The question was out of your mouth before you could stop it. And you immediately smacked a hand over your mouth.

IDIOT!

She huffed a laugh. And you noticed the way her eyes quickly looked you up and down “You think I’d be anything else?”

You shrugged, dropping your hands. “I dunno!” You flapped your hands at her. “You’re my boss. I not supposed to think about that.”

She stared at you, and bit the tip of her tongue. “Not supposed to, hm? Not don’t?”

You blinked. “What?”

Her tongue ran across her lower lip, and her eyes bore into you. “You said you’re not supposed to think about it. Not that you don’t think about it. Just an interesting choice of words.” She lifted her shoulders slightly and gave you a smug look.

“I-” You found yourself speechless again. “I mean I…” You took a deep breath. “I have to go!” And you went to stomp passed her.

Of course you’d thought about it, had she seen herself? Can’t say you ever had the whole sleeping with your boss fantasy before you joined the team. But you couldn’t admit that!

“I have.” You froze. “For what it’s worth.” Spinning back on your heel, you looked back to see her shrug, taking another sip of her drink nonchalantly. She didn’t break eye contact.

Was she saying that she… No. There’s no way. She thought about you? Like that? Like this? No. She’s just in a dom space while she knows your in a sub space. She’s playing. Just taking control of an awkward- and potentially job-jeopardising- situation?

Your mouth opened and closed a few times, and your heart was hammering inside your chest, as you tried to figure out a response. She only smirked behind her glass as she waited.

Then two hands came down protectively on your shoulders.

“Everything okay here?” It was James.

You span around to see him looking at Emily.

“It’s fine, I promise!” You assured him, and he looked at you to check for any deception. “We just, um, know each other…” His body language shifted. Running into people you know from else where was something that was better sorted out sooner rather than later. You never had until now, and you certainly never expected it to be your boss if it did happen.

He gave Emily a quick look again, who was apparently unfazed by the man. She looked him up and down, before her gaze fell back to you.

James nodded at you. “Nat’s almost ready.”

“I’m right behind you.”

James gave your arms a quick squeeze, giving you a moment.

“Seems nice.” Emily said once he was out of ear shot, in a way that you couldn’t tell if she was being genuine or not.

“Yeah, he is. They both are.” You told her, though your mind was stuck on what she said a moment before.

“Both?” She raised an eyebrow, a tone of surprise to her voice.

You shifted a little bit, looking down. The team didn’t know about your sexuality. Not that you thought they’d think badly of it if they did, it just never seemed to come up at any point. And the longer it went that you didn’t tell them, it just seemed to be more awkward to bring up. “I, um, yeah… James and Natasha.” Taking a deep breath you looked back up to Emily. “I met them not long after I moved here. They were looking for a sub, I was looking for a new partner, so…” You trailed off, giving a small shrug.

She hummed. “You moved her over a year ago, why have we not run into each other before?”

That’s what she was taking away from that admission? “Um, well we normally go somewhere else.”

“Ah, well then.”

Silence fell over the two of you, and you didn’t really want to leave James and Natasha waiting any longer. You were her with them afterall.

“So, um,” You fiddled with the hem of your dress. “Do we just… pretend we never saw each other, or..?”

Her face dropped, only slightly, but you noticed. She narrowed her eyes. “Is that what you want to do?”

“I want…” You averted your gaze.

You had always found Emily to be an attractive woman. Anyone who couldn’t see that was a fool. But she was your boss. Your boss in a job where you couldn’t let personal feeling get in the way. So you pushed your little crush aside and ignored it. Right now however, the way she held herself when James came over, and the way her eyes remained on you, and the fact she had admitted that she’d thought about you in this sort of environment…

So no, you didn’t want to pretend you didn’t see her. It’s not like either of you spoke about your sex life around the team, so that wouldn’t change, surely. But you could talk about this with her. Exploring this with her was what you really wanted, but you weren’t sure if that’s something you should admit to her. Like you already said, she was in a dom mind set right now, she could just be playing.

But you could play too.

At the thought of playing with her, you felt that dizzy feeling creep over you.

You looked at her in the eye, and given the once over she gave you, she could tell you were slipping back into a subspace.

“We’re gonna be in room five.”

She paused, as if waiting for you to take it back. When you didn’t, “Five huh?” She smiled at you.

The smile reassured you, and you bit your lip. “Yup. Door’s open. Y’know, if you’re interested.”

Then you turned and walked away from her, and to James who was waiting at your table for you. He raised his eyebrows at you as you approached and you just shrugged innocently. Rolling his eyes with a smirk, he placed a hand on the small of your back and lead you away.

“Thought you said you’d be behaving tonight?” He joked.

As much as you would love to talk more with Emily about everything, you were James’s and Natasha’s tonight. So, you shifted your thoughts back to them. You focused on the feeling of his hand on you, and thought about whatever it was him and Natasha had in store for you.

James however, looked back, and caught Emily with her eyes still on you. Drinking her drink a little faster.

#criminal minds #emily prentiss fanfic #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss smut #own fic

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makos-hotbox · 1 year

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I need one where I’m absolutely smothering either Konig and/or Ghost in kisses. I have so much affection to give to this men. I’m willing to club them if it means I can grab pull them down and smother in affection. They’ll just be doing anything and I will already be sending my affection their way. With he/him pronouns please.

LARGE FONT VER. (coming soon)

… 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

`⌁ ◜ 𝐢’𝐦 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐢 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡! ◞

The sounds of joints popping filled Ghost's ears as he stretched his limbs. Being crammed in the back of a truck with the rest of the 141 had him feeling like he was placed in a fetal position in hardening concrete— terrible. Next to him, Soap was yapping about how gross the sounds made him feel.

“You’re in the military, Johnny.” Was all Ghost said as he began walking to the base. The Scot followed closely, keeping quiet. He would give the Lieutenant some peace after that recent rusty mission. A plethora of things had gone wrong while they were out. Even if the team easily bounced back, it still took a mental toll on them all. When things don’t go to plan it can send people through panic, and that’s exactly what happened. Everyone nearly died from it.

Now, Ghost had a giant bag of stress on his shoulders and needed someone to help him take it off. Soap could see that, but why on earth was the Brit heading to the shooting range? He knew exactly what his friend needed and where to get it, Soap was going to drag Ghost there whether he liked it or not.

Before they could turn down the hall leading outside, Soap grabbed the back of Ghost’s uniform and turned him a different way. “What the hell are you doing?” He grumbled, shoving his hand away but making no effort to turn back around.

“I need to get somethin’ from a friend.” Soap answered quickly, turning down another hall with the L.T. following. Ghost knew the area as he had seen it many times before, it was near your room. A third grader could understand that Soap was taking Ghost to go and see you, his boyfriend, instead. But he wasn’t going to resist it, Ghost wants to go and see you. He just didn’t have the confidence to go do so right now…

So, Ghost allowed for Soap to lead him down to your room. His mind was already thinking about the kind of love you would give him as soon as he walked through the door. It made his chest feel fuzzy and tight, he loved it.

Soap stopped in front of your door and looked at Ghost expectantly. Reluctantly, Ghost complied with a knock, instantly moving to shoo Soap off. “Get outta here, I’ll see you later.” The Scot laughed with a wave, leaving down the hall without Ghost.

On the other side, you opened the door abruptly, your tired expression immediately formed into an excited grin at the sight of your boyfriend. “You’re back!” Without giving Ghost a second to react, you tackled him in a tight hug. The tenderness of your body being close to him again made his heart stutter and his face burn.

Wrapping his own arms around you, Ghost pushed the two of you back into your room and kicked the door shut. Neither of you let go of each other, you didn’t want to. Being too comfortable this close to you was like an addiction for Ghost. The way his mind goes blank and his entire body relaxes and warms up from your touch was a high no drug could ever reach.

Ghost allowed for you to drag him with you to your bed. He pulled you down to lay with him on your thick blankets, a heavy breath of relief leaving his lips once you got settled against him. It was silent, no words to be exchanged because you knew he didn’t want to. Ghost just wanted to be with you, his safe haven.

You reached your hands up to take off his mask, throwing it somewhere else so you could admire his face. With a smile, you began to place kisses all over Ghost’s face. Not rushed and filled with adrenaline; you took your time to place the gentle kisses on his cheeks.

This is what drove him mad about being with you. Your love and affection was practically suffocating him, it was almost too much for his heart to take. Ghost felt like he was on cloud 9. Every kiss felt like it left a lingering feeling of numbness with his skin begging for more contact. He couldn’t help but let a small grumble escape his throat, causing you to laugh quietly at his behavior.

“For as cold as you are, you seem to enjoy this way too much.” You teased Ghost, staring at his love-drunk eyes. Your hands playing with his hair, only sending more tranquility down his spine.

“Had a rough mission…” Ghost mumbled, eyes drooping as exhaustion overpowered him. You didn’t question him any further, it was likely he wouldn’t want to talk about it. So you continued to coddle your boyfriend. Leaning closer again to finally place a kiss on his lips, he weakly reciprocated.

It was like the final bullet to his chest. The kiss felt toxic and ready to send him into a coma. Ghost’s mind felt fuzzy as the only thing he could think of was you. How did he get here? A badass military lieutenant falling limp to his lover.

Feeling your fingers massage his scalp once again, Ghost couldn’t prevent his eyelids from falling shut. His conscious slipping into the dream world with you as his protector. He felt safe. Even if the back of his mind was screaming about how dangerous it is to be so vulnerable; he’d stay vulnerable time and time again if it meant he got to feel this way.

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good-beanswrites · 1 month

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An 0309 drabble for an anon ask I got a bit ago :) Thank you for being patient, I really enjoyed writing this!! It's actually a little moment I've wanted to write since I started Milgram fic, but never got around to it. (I mention his injured eye, but don't actually describe anything)

“Stop moving around so much.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I mean it. You’ll make things worse.”

Mikoto watched as the intensity in Fuuta’s gaze flickered between fire and fear.

He had a doctor’s kit laid out on his lap. Recently, Shidou had his hands full with Mahiru’s treatments and having intense conversations with Haruka, so Mikoto wanted to give him a break. With none of the injuries actually healing as they should, the prisoners were caught in an endless loop of changing bandages and checking for complications.

Shidou was grateful for the help. Many of the others tolerated Fuuta in the same way they spent only the necessary time around Mikoto. They smiled and placated him, acting like he’d gone mad all of the sudden. Whatever was making the others avoid the two of them, it drew the pair together. Mikoto was finding he enjoyed Fuuta’s company. Something about him was rather… charming.

“Me? You’re the asshole that will make things worse. You’re no doctor! Fuck you.”

Eh, maybe he had gone mad.

He took comfort, at least, in the knowledge that Fuuta was growing more comfortable with him. He sure had a special way of showing it, but Mikoto didn’t brag about being a people-person for nothing – he picked up on the way Fuuta sought him out during the day, pretending to be involved in his own activities. The way he struck up a conversation, then acted as if it had been Mikoto’s idea to come over and bother him.

Therefore it was exciting, though not surprising, when Fuuta allowed Mikoto to help treat his injuries. They had only done it a few times, but today brought a whole new challenge.

“I’m not performing surgery or anything. Shidou said it just needs some basic disinfecting.” He flashed his usual grin. “I have a steady hand – I’m a photographer, you know.”

Aside from Shidou, Fuuta hadn’t allowed a single person to look under his eyepatch.

He remained unamused by Mikoto’s smile. For better or worse, he could always tell when it was forced. “It’s not like I have any proof of that. You could be awful at it, for all I know.”

“First chance I get, I’ll request a camera and prove it. Want me to take a picture of you first?”

“If you haven’t already messed up my face…” Fuuta’s focus was glued to the hand carefully reaching towards him.

Mikoto pouted his lips. “Shidou trusted me enough with this. And you must have, because you agreed earlier. So If it’s not about me… You’re not scared, are you?”

There were some things that Fuuta didn’t stop to see through. He sputtered in surprise. “Hell no!” He lifted his chin, finally taking his attention off Mikoto’s hands. He stared defiantly. “I can take it.”

Mikoto felt a bit guilty for resorting to foul play. But not that guilty. “Good. Now hold still...”

He got right to it. One hand held ginger hair out of the way, while the other pinched the corner of the eyepatch. Fuuta’s good eye darted nervously around the room, avoiding the other's close-leaning face. Mikoto peeled it away swiftly, gently

As a horror movie buff, the injury didn’t faze him in the slightest. As someone who’d grown close to Fuuta recently, he felt a wave of anguish at the sight.

Fuuta squirmed. “It’s nasty, isn’t it…”

Mikoto reached down for some supplies. He considered mustering up a smile and saying there was no need to worry so much, but it would have been pointless. Times like these, it was kind of a relief when someone else could see right through him for a change.

“It looks like it hurts.”

“Tch, I don’t need any pity from you.”

“I was going to say, you hide it well. You’re tougher than the warden gives you credit for.”

His cheeks flushed red. “I – I don’t need any flattery from you either!”

“Don’t need anything from anybody, huh?”

Before he could come up with a retort, he hissed through his teeth in pain.

“Ah, sorry.” Mikoto immediately retracted his hand from where it had been dabbing alcohol onto the injury.

Steeling his expression, he muttered, “it’s fine.”

Mikoto tried again. He made sure to move with even more steadiness, his face drawn up in concentration. He saw Fuuta’s features flinch when he touched him, but he stayed still. The two were silent, now, as Mikoto worked. Leaning his face so close made the short task feel much longer. The reddening in his cheeks didn't subside.

He expected Fuuta to snatch the fresh eyepatch away the moment he unwrapped it – he was shocked that Fuuta let him adjust it into place without a word.

“Alright. You’re all set.” He started packing up the kit.

“Listen, don’t tell the others. About my eye.”

Mikoto squinted. He gestured to the right side of his face. “I hate to break it to you, but the big patch kinda gives you away.”

“You idiot! I just mean, don’t tell them what it looks like.” He pulled his hood down over his hair. “I don’t need everyone trying to steal a look at it like I’m some sort of freakshow.”

“Hey, of course.” Mikoto gave him a smile, the kind they both knew was genuine. “I’ve got you.”

Fuuta nodded. He turned his face away, his fingers lingering over where Mikoto’s had just been. “... And… thanks.”

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #mikoto kayano #0309 #thank you so much for the request woo!!!#lmao it leans more 'serious intimate' than 'sappy romantic' - i hope thats okay #and yeah! i was actually planning to have a chapter in thermoregulation where yuno treated his eye #but every way i envisioned it wouldnt fit right with the tone of the whole thing #so ive been considering other characters and mikoto works So Well -- i was really glad to finally sit and write it out with him!!#its just... having someone as paranoid and ashamed as fuuta actually letting someone close enough to see/touch his most vulnerable injury..#it Gets me man 😭😭😭#and mikoto is also showing a very open side of himself - he has someone who trusts him despite everything thats going on with him/john #someone he doesnt need to preform for -- someone who truly trusts him #;--;#im torn between picturing the prisoners staying away from mikoto t2 or him self isolating while they all still really like hanging out #i went with the first option here but it changes depending on the fic LOL #anyway i hope you enjoyed!!!!#the two start out sitting really far apart and awkward but by the end of t2 with mikoto treating him regularly they start sitting like that #meme where the girl is putting on the others makeup LOL #drabbles #what if i keep procrastinating on school writing and i just write milgram fic forever and ever huh

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triplesilverstar · 4 months

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Rating: G

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: Mentions of pregnancy, Aliases, holiday fluff, breaking and entering ok on Christmas, growing up too fast

Word count: Roughly 4.8K

A/N: Well. Once more like Spock I am a liar, this is way more than a drabble… however, I don’t care. So enjoy Vash taking Rei to see some snow for the first time with the help of Uncle Livio!

It had started out innocently enough when you and Vash first heard about it, a biodome being built a two-hour Tomas ride from your little home sort of in the middle of nowhere. A few vague inquiries as to what it was going to be, the number of staff involved, and most importantly, were the Earth forces going to be around and managing the site.

The answer to that inquiry was to be the deciding factor on whether you and Vash were going to stick around or up and move to another spot in the middle of nowhere. After all, it wasn’t like the two of you had any firm roots yet with your little Tomas ranch that you were starting.

When you and Vash did get the answer both of you had sat down at the little table in your kitchen with a list of pros and cons. After a week of discussions you had decided to stay as the benefits did outweigh the negatives and a new town was starting to pop up in the middle which would cut down on the planning required for regular supplies the two of you would need. The biggest deciding factor had been the discovery you had been expecting and Vash stated he wanted to have a home for them and not to still be on the run and was willing to take on the added risks that came with that.

Two years later, the artic biodome was up and running. Another public relations attempt by the Earth forces to win over the local populace and Rei, well Rei at one and a half was looking more like an eight-year-old. If you and Vash thought things were going to get easier as your cheeky little boy grew you have been quite wrong.

“Mom?” It still ate at your heart that he had made the shift from Mama to Mom in the last few weeks since the skating incident.

“Yes, Baby?” You called from inside the washing machine, struggling to reach the socks wedged in the back. Why did you have such a massive drum in this thing? Right because you needed to get everything in it and normally it wasn’t a problem.

“Someone is coming up the door.” The sodden fabric was forgotten as you pushed yourself out and whipped around.

“Where’s your Papa?” Striding towards the hallway and down to the living room to look at the window, in the distance a visible short cloud of dust.

“In the barn.” Rei is right next to you looking out at the cloud as it slowly grows closer, reaching out your arm to pull him into your side and ruffling his soft blond locks.

His own little arms reach up to wrap as best as they can around your middle. “Alright then, you and I will stay here for a few minutes to see where that cloud goes ok?” At least he still wants to cuddle with you, at the strange point in his life where he still wants to snuggle with you and Vash when he gets the chance sets seems torn with wanting something like a baby would according to him.

Vash had told him he was allowed to want snuggles with his parents no matter how old he was.

Your fingers kept carding through his hair, his most recent request for a haircut like his Papa’s had warmed your heart and every day Rei was starting to look more and more like Vash. As the two of you watched the cloud headed towards the barn and you let out a proverbial sigh of relief. Not a real one since Rei didn’t need to catch on just how worried you had been, and if they were heading for the barn they were familiar enough with your little family to know that was the best stop. “Looks like nothing to worry about Rei.” It then hit you. “Rei. Why were you in the living room anyway? Shouldn’t you have been in the kitchen doing your schoolwork?”

A sudden spasm from the body under your arm and you knew you had caught the boy. “ugh, I was taking a break, Mom.” Unwrapping his arms from around your middle and rubbing the back of his head in a familiar gesture had you rolling your eyes at the little blond.

Hands on his shoulders you started leading him back towards the kitchen with a roll of your eyes. “Nice try you little scamp. Now back to it, and once I get this laundry out we can have a real break and I’ll get us a snack.”

Snack done and back to going over his schoolwork from Home since it was going to be the easiest way to educate the boy and not have anyone question his growth spurt. You both paused as the front door opened and you could hear the sound of a heavier set of boots following behind the familiar sound of Vash’s sure steps. The dark-haired plant led the way into the kitchen with a much broader white-haired man behind him.

“Uncle Livio!” Rei was out of his chair in a flash and rushing the gunslinger turned, well you weren’t fully sure what to call the man that helped run the orphanage he and Wolfwood had grown up in.

“Hey, little guy!” Wide palms wrapping under your son’s armpits and hefting him up into his arms. “Look at you, you’re getting pretty big I guess I shouldn’t be calling you a little guy anymore.” Standing yourself as Vash approached, bending down for a quick kiss and to whisper in your ear as Rei started talking a ile a minute to Livio.

“Seems we might have another chance for our little sprout to experience something.” Sliding his hand down your side to gently grip your hip.

“Oh? I’m guessing you mean Rei and not the newest one.” Smirking as you lean your body against his and watch Livio give Rei another toss in the air.

“Very funny, Mayfly.” Licking his lip before giving you a tender swat “I do think you might need to miss out on this little adventure if it happens. We’ll be going somewhere a little on the chilly side.” Raising your eyebrow at him and wondering why he would word his comment in such a way.

“I have so many questions now.” You whisper as Rei is placed on his feet once more, only to feel Vash press his lips to the top of your head this time.

“Ew.” His nose scrunched up as Rei made a face at both of his parents. “I don’t need to see kissy parents.”

Both you and Vash shared a look before scooping your son up and started peppering his face with kisses making the boy squeal at how both of you were gross.

After supper and once Rei was in bed the three adults found themselves at the table, a mug in front of each of them with the dishes done and the lights turned down low. “Alright boys tell me what this grand plan is?” Sitting closer to Vash so the fingers of his flesh hand can dance across your stomach if he wants to be that handsy while you’re expecting your second child you aren’t going to tell him otherwise when Rei isn’t around.

“Well.” Livio started leaning against the table his face growing serious. “A few days ago the orphanage got an invitation to go see the artic Biodome, and the Earth forces sent a bus and escort and everything.” Three of his large fingers started to tap and you recognized the signs he was nervous. “First. It was amazing! I thought the ice rink thing was neat but this? This blew it all away! So while I was there with the kids I started looking around and I thought ‘Rei would love this’ and started paying attention to security since I know you and Vash won’t risk someone making the jump about who you are and putting Rei in danger.”

At Livio’s admission, you find yourself paying more and more attention, because you know Livio cares for your little boy just as much as you and Vash do. Reaching your hand down to intertwine your fingers with your spouse as Livio keeps talking walking you through his plan on how to get both Vash and Rei inside the dome to have a little adventure. “I was planning originally for the three of you, but I guess your condition may preclude you from going.”

“Come on now, I’m not that bad with the cold. I could handle a few hours inside of the Biodome all dressed up.” Pouting a little at the fact that the men seem to think you wouldn’t be able to handle the chill.

“Mayfly.” Vash is gentle as his prosthetic tilts your head towards his, the mirth shining in his eyes making you smile. “You tried to crawl into the oven with it on when you were pregnant with Rei because you weren’t warm enough.” Your smile hadn’t dropped that quickly in a long time as you scowled at the reminder.

“It’s not my fault your babies make me want to cook myself.” Grumbling as Livio takes the lead in the conversation once more and gets it back on track on what needs to be done. After all, you aren’t going to deny your son the chance to see actual snow and trees, and with what Livio has learned you only have a week or so to pull it off before a new schedule is put in place. One the ex-Gung-Ho-Guns member would have zero reason to go back and snoop around for that wouldn’t somehow lead back to your little family.

The night of, Vash found himself thundering across the sand dunes, a sleeping boy in front of him on the Tomas and saddlebags full of warm clothes to change into before entering the biodome. His eyes were sharp as he kept his gaze forward looking for an outcropping Livio had described to meet him at that was only a ten-minute ride via a Tomas. Or at least according to him.

Sure enough in the distance he could make it out “There’s where we’re headed Pookie.” Whispered to his Tomas who trilled in response, the smallest shift of her reins changing directions and slowing to a canter as the pair approached.

“Glad you could make it.” Almost as if blending from the darkness Livio seemed to appear, dressed in what looked like an Earth forces uniform, reaching out and petting the bird. “Rei, wake up little guy.” His other palm landed on the boy’s knee and he gave it a soft shake.

A grumble from the small blond who shifted in his father's hold to bury his face in his chest. Laughing Vash leaned down to whisper against his growing locks. “Rei, if you don’t wake up we can’t see snow. You wanna see snow with your Papa don’t you?”

That did the trick in rousing the boy, a little yawn before rubbing at his eyes. “We’re there Papa?” His voice mumbled with sleep and those bright blue orbs slowly blinked as he tried to wake up. Which to Vash was hilarious since before they had left the house Rei had been almost bouncing in his excitement.

“Yea buddy, Uncle Livio is gonna take us the rest of the way.” At that Livo was reaching to help the boy down and Vash gave the silent command for his mount to lower down to the ground before he too dismounted and went for their saddle bags. Grabbing what they’d need for when they got to the biodome. “Ok, Pookie.” Petting his Tomas who looked at him as if following his every word. “You stay here like a good girl, and you’ll get lots of extra treats in the morning.” A low warble and the bird settled down into the sand hidden by the outcropping, Vash knew his Tomas would stay, the promise of treats or not.

“Do you have what you need Vash?” A nod to the white-haired man and both Vash and Rei were crawling into the sidecar attached to his motorcycle. The question had come up the night of everything being planned and the truth was, the Earth forces used a similar model for roaming patrols around the site. This way there would be less chance of them being caught.

“Yea. All in this bag here.” Patting the object beside his son in front of him.

“Alright.” Nodding before Livio fixed his attention on the small blond boy. “Now Rei, hold on to your Papa real tight and do exactly as he says. Can you promise me you’ll do that?”

“I promise.” A sleepy agreement as Rei still worked on waking up, but as soon as the engine flared to life Vash could feel the difference as the boy perked up. Sitting a little straighter and starting to look around, only to squeal as they jolted forward into the night his grip on Vash’s arm grew. A chuckle deep in his chest that was lost to the roar of the engine, he knew Rei loved the speed and the way the wind whipped through his hair.

In almost no time at all the trio were stopped by a hidden exit, Livio leading the way and Vash carrying both the bag with their clothes and Rei. Slipping inside Vash and Rei both paused, blinking at the sudden difference in light. A chamber separating them from the Biodome itself, this entrance was used more for emergency exit requirements and to check the area instead of having to walk all through the space.

“Alright Rei, let's get you wrapped up.” Vash and Rei both quickly added layers and switched their footwear to better insulate their feet as per the directions from Livio. Vash felt the amount of clothes he was pulling on was a little, well, overboard. He had spent almost a century and a half on the desert planet and in the freezing nights he had been chilled down to the marrow in his bone more than once. Yet this felt like overkill, him and Rei both looking more like marshmallows instead of people.

Feeling himself starting to grow warm, however, he turned to Livio, gloves still off, and checking his watch. “Alright Livio, tell me how long we have.”

Checking his own watch and humming “Two hours, so let's sync up our clocks for an hour and forty-five. I’ll be here to get you then.” Timings set Vash went down on his knees in front of Rei, checking the zipper and fastening on the boy's jacket and pants to ensure everything was done.

“Ready?”

“Ready Papa!” An enthusiast thumbs up from Rei, made cuter in his father's eyes by the fact only his thumbs were desirable from the material of his mittens. A final nod to Livio and the pair stepped inside the dome through the metal doors.

And Vash felt his heart freeze inside of his chest.

Not from fear, not from despair, not from anything but the simple wonder that gripped him as he looked at the landscape before him. A vision of white and green as far as his eyes could see, the light of the moons illuminating the area they were in more than the spotlights recessed into the walls around them.

It took his breath away.

Scant seconds later Vash looked down to see Rei looking out at the scenery with just as much awe shining in bright blue eyes, mouth parted as he stared out into the snowy expanse. “It’s pretty Papa.” The words and that whimsical tone that left his mouth with them made Vash’s heart swell in his chest, even if all they did was look at this landscape it had been worth the risk.

“It sure is buddy.” Father and son stood there in the snow for a few moments before Rei piqued up, not quite breaking the stillness.

“So. What do we do Papa?”

Throwing his head back and letting out a roar of laughter, Vash grabbed Rei and hefted him upwards planting a kiss on his cheek. “You’re Mama had a few suggestions, so I think we’ll try those first.” Stepping more out into the space, Vash sent the boy in his arms a wink before falling onto his back causing Rei to giggle like mad as his father served as a cushion for him. “She said we can make angels in the snow.” Spreading his legs and arms Vash moved them as if doing jumping jacks, Rei still laughing from where he was wedged against his father's side.

The duo stood and Rei tilted his head at the imprint left in the snow. “It doesn’t really look like an angel Papa.” The boy then fell himself and did the same thing his father had and he started laughing even more. “It’s soft Papa!” His voice rose and fell with his laughter as the soft fluff moved around him and all Vash could do was smile, dropping down just a little way away from Rei and repeating the action.

“It is, it moves like sand but it feels lighter.” Eventually, Rei stopped laughing and Vash sat up to see Rei shaking from the effort of holding the sound in. “Alright, buddy let me help you up.” Legs spread wide Vash scooped Rei up once more and both looked at the imprint.

“Papa, that looks more like the cookie cutter Mom says in an Angel.”

The smaller one of Rei did look far more like the shape and Vash just shook his head chuckling while agreeing with the boy. “It does.” Letting out a hum Vash brought his face closer to Rei’s and booped his nose with his own. “Now. According to your Mama, we can make snowballs and have a fight.”

“What’s a snowball?” Tilting his head once more Rei looked at her father rather quizzical.

“Well.” Putting his son back on his feet Vash knelt down and swept some of the snow into his hand. “She said you have to pack it together like this and try to make a ball.” He showed Rei what he was doing and Rei tried to do the same, but with a much smaller ball being made by his hands.

“What do you do once it’s made?” His natural curiosity took over as Rei let out one of his own hums that the larger he got the more Vash realized it was one of his mannerisms that his miniature was picking up.

“A few things. It can be used to make a snowman if I remember what she said, but it’s mostly used for snowball fights.”

“How’s that done?”

“You throw them at peop-” His words stopped as Vash suddenly found his mouth filled with snow from the ball Rei had formed being thrown squarely in his face and a giggling Rei was trying to make another quickly.

A bark of laughter and Vash was tossing his first snowball at his son before chaos ensued between them. Rei made the balls as quickly as his little hands could and threw them half-formed at his father. Vash for his part was taking his time making the balls, pretending to have terrible aim as he threw them at the boy with perhaps one in every five hitting their mark on the center of his chest. A lot less than the almost constant hits to his own body as both laughed and weaved between trees and a few rocks placed about the area.

Throwing a final one Rei flopped down into the snow once more, his tiredness starting to catch up to him from the activity in the middle of the night. Dragging his feet Vash made a show of walking closer before kneeling down in front of the panting boy. “One snowball left. Wanna try and make a snowman?”

A shake of his head no as Rei held out his hand for the ball. Vash gave it to him fully expecting to have the ball thrown at him, only for Rei to instead press it against his father's face a short giggle following it. Laughing himself Vash wiped the wet frozen pieces from his skin, taking note of Rei’s slowly reddening turning cheeks. Pulling his glove off to check the pink-tinged skin. “Hmmm, you might be chilly faster than I thought.” Checking his watch Vash felt the shock in his system, he and Rei had already been inside the dome for almost an hour and fifteen minutes.

“Is it time to go Papa?”

“Almost Rei. Anything else you wanna do?” Rei shook his head because pausing and sitting up, letting out a long breath and his eyes wide.

“Papa. Look at the cloud! It’s a lot bigger than when we were at the ice rink! And you’re making them too!” The excitement was palpable as Rei watched the little clouds rise before disappearing. “Why does it do that Papa?”

“I’m not fully sure Rei.” Vash fibbed, he wasn’t going to go into a long explanation as to what caused the vapor clouds, not when Rei was enjoying the simple wonder in them so much. “Maybe it’s just something a little magical.” Except Rei didn’t seem to be listening to him anymore. Or watching the vapor clouds they were exhaling.

No Rei was looking skyward, and Vash tilted his own eyes upwards and once more his body froze in wonder. It had started to snow inside of the biodome. Lifting Rei up Vash noticed the dampness clinging to the outside of his jacket as the realization hit him as to why they needed so many layers, yet with the amount of time left Vash pushed those thoughts aside. Carefully lifting the boy so his legs were dangled over his shoulders and perched atop him in a piggyback ride so he could look more at the sky.

It was a rather memorable sight. The gently falling snow, highlighted against the night sky and cast in the light of the moons made it seem almost as if some of the stars were falling down around the pair.

Vash could feel Rei shift atop his shoulders, his smaller chest hitting the top of his head and the sound of muffled wet slapping reached his ears. “What are you up to, Rei?”

“Trying to catch the white stuff, Papa.”

“They’re called snowflakes.” Chuckling as Vash adjusted his grip on the boy's legs, swaying on his feet as they both kept looking skyward and Vash started taking them back towards the entrance they had come in through.

“I want a closer look, but when I catch them they melt.” A clear pout discernible in his voice had Vash chuckling again.

“They are just frozen drops of water.”

“Isn't that ice Papa?”

“Sort of. I guess ice is a bunch of water frozen, where a snowflake is a tiny drop of it.” his voice was wistful as Vash trucked along, the sound of sluffing snow from his footsteps with the occasional wet thump of Rei's mittens.

“Wait, Papa.” Feeling Rei trying to wiggle in his hold to grab one of his arms, the one that led to his prosthetic. “They aren't melting!”

Sure enough, as Vash glanced at his gloved metal hand the snowflakes landing there were staying frozen, his hand of metal and wires with sensors not producing enough heat to melt them. “You're right Rei, they aren't.” Turning his hand so it was palm towards the sky Vash held it up closer to eye level so both he and Rei could see them.

“Why are they different?” A soft warm smile grew on his face at the curious nature of his little boy. It made his heart warm as the duo looked at the vastly different geometrical shapes in his hand.

It also had Vash remember a time long ago when he and Nai had been learning from Rem and the subject of freezing temperatures had come up. He could remember her voice as she spoke and her motherly soft smile as she tapped her cheek. “You’re grandma-”

“Your mom?”

A larger grin on his face at the interruption. “Yes, my Mama, told me it’s because when snowflakes form because they’re in the sky and just little drops of water, they grow bigger and make tiny crystals. She also said every single one is different, so they all have different patterns that they show.” A very limited version of what had been had about crystallization and the six-fold symmetry of snowflakes he had with Rem and Nai but for now Vash wanted the magic of the night to remain the center of Rei’s attention but it had given the older plant an idea on what his next science lesson with his boy would be.

“I wish we could bring some back to show Mom.” The little catch in his voice and Vash could tell his little boy had grown a little solemn.

“I know buddy, but it might not have been a good idea for her to come with us.” You and Vash had decided to wait to tell Rei that he was going to be a big brother soon, you more than your husband as you had told him you wanted to make sure nothing was going to happen to your newest sprout before telling him. “Speaking off your Mama, any reason you’ve switched from calling her Mama to Mom?” It had been eating at Vash the last few days, he knew it hurt your heart in some way but the fact Rei still called him Papa had a gnawing sensation in his belly.

“I.” A pause as Rei let his little hands reach down to grip his father's jaw. “I know big kids don’t call their mother’s Mama anymore. I heard it on the radio on some show, and I don’t want mom to worry about a stranger thinking I’m younger than I look.” As soon as the words sunk in they broke Vash’s heart, Rei was just a little boy and he was already carrying far more weight on his small shoulders than he should have been.

“Rei. My little Sunshine, you can call your mother whatever you want it doesn’t matter how hold you are. Those radio shows are meant for entertainment, you don’t need to worry about what they say during them if you aren’t doing them.” Licking his lips as his throat started to close up from the sorrow racing through him, Rei wasn’t supposed to carry their burdens. “As to strangers buddies, I know you’re thinking about how many steps your mom and I take when it comes to you. Those are to keep you safe buddy, so you can grow up happy and surrounded by love. You know if you worry about those things you can talk to your Mama and me about that right?” A rather somber conversation to have with his son but on some level Vash knew one day they would have to have such a discussion.

“I will now Papa. I just know you and Mama are always so busy and you worry so much.” Stopping a few feet from the exit Vash looked back up towards the sky, taking both of his hands and wrapping them around Rei’s smaller ones.

“You never need to be worried about adding to what we have going on Rei, we love you to bits. You’re our little miracle, and you have no idea how much I love you, my little Rei of Sunshine.” Squeezing his hands Vash smiled well aware his little sprout might not be able to see it. “Now, we still have a few minutes, wanna have another snowball fight?”

Hours later you find yourself sitting on your porch wrapped in a throw from your and Vash’s shared bedroom, and once you see a hint of a dust cloud on the horizon you rise heading towards the barn. It isn’t too long of a wait until Vash is trotting in with a very sleepy Rei in his lap rubbing his eyes.

“Welcome home, did you have a good time with your Papa tonight?” Hands held up to take Rei from his father and embrace him in your arms so both of you are swaddled in the warm blanket.

“Yes Mama, it was so fun.” A long tired yawn as Rei rubs at his eyes once more. “I wanted to bring you some snowflakes but Papa said they’d melt.” Your heart soars at being called Mama once more and that your little blond wanted to try and bring you back a snowflake or two.

“That was sweet of you baby, but your Papa was right.” Another yawn and you press a quick kiss into the golden locks that Rei barely protests, a clear sign he’s exhausted. “Let’s get you to bed, and you can tell me all about it in the morning.” Blowing a kiss to your husband before turning to head back into your little house, some hot coco can wait for another night when your boys aren’t exhausted.

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Swap Across the CrystalVerse Chapter 15: The Bad End

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Jackie lands by himself. Unlike the isolation of the last location, this time he is in an urban area. It's twilight, with bright light coming from windows and street lamps. He's arrived in a small green location, a closed-in park, if it can be called that when Jackie can see all of the corners from where he's standing in the center. And though he's landed without any of his companions, he is not alone.

"Whoa!" a voice says in surprise. A couple is standing around, under the only big tree in this park-like area. One is a man with brown hair, wearing a jacket and fingerless gloves, and the other is a woman with dyed-blonde hair, wearing an oversized green hoodie. They're both staring at Jackie.

"So," the woman says, identifying herself as the shouter. "They were right, after all."

The man nods. "I mean... of course. They're usually right, even if, uh, this hasn't happened before."

Jackie shakes himself out and then jumps as he hears the shout. He holds his hands up and then blinks at the couple. "uh.... who was... right about what? ...Something about me I'm guessing?" He laughs nervously, messing with his hair.

"Yeah." The man laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Our... friend, Sam. They told us you'd be here. I mean, not you specifically, They actually said that it might be one of four people and one of them might be dangerous, but uh... yeah. We know you're from another universe."

"I'm Stacy," the woman says. "This is Chase."

Jackie blinks more, "Oh... okay well... that makes this a whole lot easier then. That's... a relief." He does looks pretty surprised to see Chase and Stacy but- he really should be getting used to this by now, huh? He points to himself with his thumb, putting his other hand in his jacket. "I'm Jackie. Nice to meet ya both."

Chase laughs again. "Yeah, I can see it. You look like how our Jackie looked."

Stacy glances around. "We shouldn't stay in one place too long," she mutters. "If there's supposed to be four of you, we need to find the other three. I hope Sam was right about where they'd be. I hope that our teams can find them."

"Jack can check on them," Chase says, looking to the side like he's looking at something invisible. "Right? Okay, yeah. No, go on, the sooner the better."

One of the nearby street lamps flickers, a few sparks flying off from the bulb. "Sorry, you're probably really confused," Stacy says to Jackie. "But we can talk while we walk."

"Uh... yeah- massively but, that'd be grand." Jackie says, looking around anxiously. "...I also don't like how you said... 'looked'. But.. I feel like that'll get explained? Hopefully?"

Chase sighs as they start to walk. "Yeah... um. So. I don't know how things work in your universe, Sam didn't explain that, but here we have, uh... someone. We can't say his name, that draws his attention, but he's like--like a living glitch."

"That doesn't really explain much," Stacy points out.

"Look, it's hard to explain. Basically, this guy started out by haunting me and my friends, a-and then, somehow, he learned how to mind control people. We call it corruption. Our Jackie got corrupted, a-and then the rest of us did. And then he started moving on to corrupting other people, too."

"There's a small group of us who know about this," Stacy adds. "We're stuck in hiding, trying to figure out a way to fix this. Recently, though, we did make a breakthrough. We might be able to uncorrupt people, a-and Sam says that if we uncorrupt the rest of Chase's friends, we can go after him directly."

Jackie listens with wide eyes, "...oh... woah. That's... that's like super intense right off the bat." He pushes his hair back and takes a shaky breath. "Okay so... wait-" He looks at Chase, "did you get... corrupted too? you said- the rest of us did. I'm assuming you mean like... me, you, henrik, jj and ...marvin?"

Chase hesitates, then nods. "Y-yeah. I did. I just got freed recently, actually."

"The first time something like that happened," Stacy adds.

"A-and you're right, it was the five of us," Chase says. "Our friend Jack was put in a coma... though, uh, apparently he... broke free of it? I-it's hard to explain."

"Basically his mind is wandering around as a ghost," Stacy explains. "With similar powers to him."

"A-and sorry for all the intensity," Chase adds. "I just... don't know what he would do if the corrupted found you and your friends. So we have to go fast. Wh-where do you guys usually appear? Sam told us possible locations, but They weren't sure."

“Well… I guess now we know it’s possible…” Jackie mumbles, nervously playing with his hoodie strings. “Um… I dunno- usually near… others like us. Which if like- the rest of them are corrupted… that’s really not good-“

Stacy inhales sharply. "Yeah. No. Not good."

"Most of them don't even leave the Place all that often," Chase mutters. "Oh. Uh, that's like... a pocket dimension. Where the corrupted have their main base."

"We'll get you back to our hideout first," Stacy says.

“O-Okay…” Jackie replies quietly, looking pale. God… could these corrupted guys be more powerful then bro and Alt? And maybe even Mag? That’s… terrifying to think about honestly. He sticks close to Stacy and Chase, eyeing the shadows like anything could pop out at them- holding Alt’s pocket knife he still forgot to give back.

The group walks up to an alleyway, walking into it. There's a door tucked away here, one that looks like it hasn't been opened in years. Stacy opens it up, revealing a staircase going downwards.

Jackie blinks at the entrance, looking around. “Woah- okay… gonna ignore how that’s very creepy.” He follows them down.

"You get used to it," Stacy says.

There's a camping lantern hanging on the wall just where it starts to get dark. She grabs it, turning it on. The staircase ends, and a rough stone tunnel leads ahead into the darkness.

"There are tons of caves under the city," Chase explains. "Entrances all over for, like, spelunkers and urban explorers and shit. But not all the caves are mapped, so that's where the group hides out."

Jackie whistles, impressed. “Damn- hope nobody has claustrophobia.” He mutters.

"They open up eventually," Chase says. "But yeah. Marvin would hate it here."

“…Alt might too. He’s been kinda… weird about tight spaces lately. But… if it’s the only safe space I’m sure he’ll understand.” He shakes his head, “Alt’s one of my friends by the way. The other is Chase- like you. But he also goes by Bro Fantastic- he’s a superhero. So… hopefully he’ll be okay…”

Chase laughs. "A superhero? Bro, I'd love to be a superhero. The Jackie here was actually doing some vigilante work before--he didn't have any powers but it's the closest thing to a superhero we had. His day job wasn't that exciting, though, just food delivery. Then Hen was a doctor, a surgeon, Marvin did stage shows, JJ... is a bit complicated, he did some work from home, and Jack made videos on YouTube, let's plays."

"This guy made YouTube stuff too," Stacy says, nudging Chase. "Throwing stuff around the house."

"Trickshots! They were... averagely popular."

“Hey! I’m a YouTuber too! I do parkour- recreating stuff from comics and movies.” Jackie says with a grin. “Man… always so weird to see so many places have stuff similar but… we’re the odd ones out. It’s always hard to imagine my lads the way yours are.” He laughs. “Alt’s a magician- in like the learning magic sense. He also does shows though- illusion shows with like neat lights and stuff. Our Jays is a doctor- a therapist. And Henny, he’s the actor- a damn good one too despite being deaf.”

"Whoa, really? Alt sounds cool," Chase says, grinning. "Marvin does magic too--real magic."

Jackie grins. “Alt is cool. He can be… kinda rough around the edges but he’s a good kid, deep down.”

"Can't picture Henrik being deaf," Stacy comments.

"Yeah, that's a bit weird. So I'm guessing you know BSL then? All of us do, too, since JJ can't talk. That could come in handy."

“Yeah we know it. I sprung to learn it once Henrik came along. I knew some from knowing J is college though. Sometimes he goes non-verbal. …more so recently.” Jackie mutters.

Chase sighs. "Yeah. Marvin did the same thing, sometimes. And since the... well, he doesn't talk much now." He shakes his head. "Anyway. Hopefully that'll be in the past soon."

"Hopefully," Stacy adds. "Oh, careful here, the floor gets a bit steep as it slopes."

“Mmmm…” Jackie hums in worry. “…the other person we’re with… Mag. Or Magnificent… he used to be our Marvin. Or… my Marvin… at least. He got… corrupted in a way. His own fault though… I dunno how he’s gonna hold up against these corrupted guys but… figured you know now.” He nods to Stacy and carefully makes his way down the cave slope.

"Hmm." Chase hums. "Well... when you're corrupted, you don't feel pain, and and you don't get exhausted. You're stronger and faster since you can push your body to the limits. And you get... weird powers." He scratches the back of his hand through the fingerless glove he's wearing. "They're really varied, and a corrupted will only have one or two, but they'll be very good at the powers they have. What about your Magnificent?"

“Mag still kinda feels pain but it’s definitely reduced. And he still gets tired - thank god. Don’t think he needs to eat anymore though? I think he like- lives off magic. So he can steal that from people.” Jackie says, “He also has like- mind magic. Can hypnotize you and shit and… make you a puppet or pet. He has other magic too but he… goes for that first. Trying to break your mind.”

"Well that's the same at least," Chase mutters in response to that last part. "Wonder if he'll be able to affect the corrupted ones or if the corruption, uh, supersizes that."

"Supersedes," Stacy corrects. "It means to take the place of something."

"Really? Oh, uh, I guess the new magic would be the superseder, then."

"Hm... I'm not sure... But I bet Mag would probably try to find out," Jackie grumbles. "He's very proud of his magic. Overconfient, usually. He's a prick."

Chase laughs. "Well... guess we might find out eventually."

They continue down into the depths of the tunnels.

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Bro and Alt land right next to each other, falling hard onto a cement sidewalk. This is a run-down part of a city, with closed shops and some trash bags piled up against the walls. Everything looks closed and empty.

Alt groans and glitches to sit up, rubbing at his face. He blinks when he sees the bright orange of his brother's jacket and glitches over to help him up. "Chase!"

Bro laughs, letting Alt help. "Hey! We ended up together this time!"

Alt smiles and chuckles quietly, "Yeah... a bit of relief, huh?" He looks around as he helps him and Bro up. "...this place is... creepy as fuck."

"Yeah no agreed." Bro mumbles.

The creepy atmosphere is not helped by the shadow of someone moving inside one of the closed-looking shops.

Alt and Bro jump slightly as the shadow moves. "...should we like... go say hi?" Bro asks quietly.

"What? No!" Alt hisses.

“What if its one of us? We land near them more often then not!"

"I think i'd rather not knock on the door of a run down shop in the middle of abandoned nowhere!" Alt emphasizes. He grabs Bro's arm, "C-C'mon Chase- let's just... go! Get out of this place at least..."

Beep. Beep. Beep. The sound comes from the TRVLR.

Alt's stomach drops. He let's go of Chase and slowly pulls the TRVLR out, checking the message.

"Alt? What's wrong?" Bro asks quietly, looking over his shoulder.

The screen displays a message in white letters on black.

WARNING

Current Location: 50.91125, -0.31761 in universe UA-0503019BE is currently undergoing unusual space-time phenomena.

Caution is advised. Please jump at the first sign of danger.

Alt calms down a bit, it's not the same message he got in that horror world. But still... not a good sign.

"What does that mean?" Bro asks.

Alt shakes his head, "Not entirely sure but... means we need to be careful."

And then the door of the closed shop opens, and out steps a man in an old red hoodie and blue boots. He has unkempt brown hair, and his eyes are hidden by black sunglasses. Strange. It's too dark to need them.

"Anti?" the man says. "You found him? You didn't tell me you were going out. Wait, you didn't take Voice? Why, is something wrong with him?"

The brothers jumps again as the door opens. Alt glitches in place and swallows slowly. He tries to speak but he finds his throat closing up.

Bro takes up his silence, squinting at the man. "The fuck are you talking about? Who is Voice? Also- this guy may look like whoever you know as Anti but he's not- his name is Alt. Only I can call him Anti- thank you very much."

The man takes a step backwards. He stares at Alt, confused. "You're... not him. I mean... that would explain why you look like that. I was so confused about who Anti would have been..." He looks back and forth between Bro and Alt. "If you don't know about Voice, then you're not with us. But... he's glitching. Why?"

Alt shakes his head, "...w-we're from another universe... Where I... I'm Anti and he's Chase but we're... different."

"Yeah so- who are you? ... I mean probably Jackie cuz of the red hoodie. Isn't that weird? Always a guy that looks kinda like the rest of us but put him in a red hoodie and woah- it's Jackie." Bro laughs, more at ease then Alt is.

Alt is staring at the man, his paranoia at an all time high.

The man stiffens at the mention of 'Jackie.' "Don't fucking call me that," he snaps. "That's not my name anymore. What the hell are you talking about, from another universe?" He shakes his head, then reaches into his pocket and takes out a phone. He texts something, fingers moving quickly.

Bro's face falls, "...w-what? ...i-if you're not Jackie then... w-who are you?"

"Well, I was Jackie," the man says. "But I changed my name after Anti helped me--"

Alt's eyes narrow and start to spark slightly. "It means what it means. We're not from here. We're from a parallel world." He notices the phone and then flicks his wrist to try to blast the phone out of his wrist with some electricity.

Alt's lightning hits the man's hand, causing it to spasm and the phone to fall out.

"Alt! What are you doing?!" Bro gasps.

"None of this is adding up, Chase- and if he knows an Anti... I don't trust it." Alt growls.

The man looks down at the phone. Then back up at Alt and Bro. "Oh. Okay." Static tinges his voice. "I see how it is. Well, I got my answer, anyway." He takes off the sunglasses, revealing pitch black eyes underneath. And then he lunges at the two of them with surprising speed.

The brothers both shudder as they see the man's black eyes and static voice. Alt tries to flicker up a shield to protect them- but the man easily barrels through it.

He pushes Bro to the side and grabs Alt, knocking him to the ground. Bro shouts as he's thrown.

Squares of blue and red static form around the man. Alt watches as one cuts into his skin like it's a physical thing, and yet the man doesn't even flinch. "Come with me, please," the man says, grinning, and starts dragging Alt down the street.

Alt screeches and tries to fight his way out of the man's grip- and tries to glitch away. Bro quickly pushes himself up and tries to help get Alt away.

Alt manages to glitch out and falls into Bro's arms and both of them go flying back.

Alt is breathing heavily, hurriedly getting to his feet and sparking magic in his hands. "N-No! Don't touch me!" He shouts at the man.

The man blinks, looking surprised at Alt's glitching. Then he laughs. "Nice trick!" He pulls something out of his pocket and rushes them again.

Alt falters and tries to shoot lightning at him but misses wildly.

Bro is pushing himself up, "H-He has to be... posessed or something right?? Jackie! S-Snap out of it!"

"I'm--not--Jackie!" the man shouts, grabbing Alt once more and pressing the item from his pocket to his throat. A knife. "Jackie was weak. Jackie couldn't do anything. But I'm so much better now. Now that Anti has helped me, now that Anti has given me power."

The man bares his teeth in a maniacal grin. "My name is Error, and if you try anything, I'll kill this one."

Alt freezes instantly, his blood roaring his ears as he starts to quietly panic.

Bro tries to reach out but freezes too as he threatens Alt. "P-Please... d-don't do this! Just... let him go please-!" He begs.

"No. Anti wants to see him." Error starts dragging Alt backwards. "But I'm sure he'd understand if something happened in the struggle."

Bro cries out, "No! Y-You can't" He's having vivid flashbacks of Alt getting kidnapped all those years ago. Why can't he get himself to move??

Behind Bro, Alt sees something. One of the street lamp flickers, and a bit of white static shoots down to the ground, becoming an outline of a human, complete with clothes and hair. The static figure sees this happening and freezes, seemingly in fear.

Alt wants to struggle but the knife has him completely stiff. He sees the figure behind Bro and tries to shout out, "H-Help! Please!'

The figure pauses, thinking quickly. And then it runs forward, passing right through Bro--who sees nothing whatsoever--and reaching out for Error and Alt.

Alt feels static rush along him, kind of like--like those times when he fused with other Antis. But this time a fusion does not happen. Instead the static figure disappears and Error's eyes are suddenly filled with white static. He drops the knife and backs away from Alt. The red and blue glitches around him surge, more appearing, tearing the fabric of his hoodie and the skin beneath.

Alt stiffens as the feeling of static rushes through him. As soon as the knife drops Alt glitches over to Bro who grabs him and holds him close- Alt is shaking like a leaf and Bro doesn't look much better.

"You h-have to run," Error's voice says--though the inflections sound nothing like him. "I c-can't keep c-control for long."

Alt stares at the white eyed Error and stutters out to speak. "W-Who are you?"

“My name’s Jack,” the person says. Error’s eyes flicker, turning pure black again for a moment. “Go! Get underground!”

Error’s body collapses.

Bro and Alt’s eyes widen. Then, Bro grabs Alt and half slings him over his shoulder, running away as fast as he can away from Error’s body.

“G-Get underground?! How do we get underground??” Bro asks through pants.

“I-I dunno…!” Alt breathes, too panicked to really protest Bro grabbing him.

Behind them, Error gets to his feet again. "Get back here!" he shouts, running after them. Holy shit, this guy is fast! He's already right on their heels!

"Chaassee!" Alt calls in panic, tugging on him.

Bro looks behind them and then curses, trying to pick up speed. "F-Fucking shit!"

The street lamps over head flicker and Alt sees the static figure again. It--Jack?--gestures to the left at an upcoming intersection.

Alt sees Jack and once they get to the intersection, Alt tugs on Bro and whispers, "Left!" Bro looks at him confused but doesn't question it and he makes a hard left turn.

This street is just as empty as the other one, though there are now cars parked that indicate people are nearby. Error isn't phased by the possibility of being seen. He skids a bit while turning, losing a bit of speed, but quickly makes up for it.

Jack appears and gestures for the two of them to head down an alleyway.

Alt looks around and once he spies Jack he tugs and points where he does, "In there!"

"Bro I have no idea how you know this but I trust you!" Bro mutters as he stumbles and hurries down the alleyway.

The alleyway ends in a wall, with a flimsy wooden door. Jack rushes towards it and gestures for the guys to go through it.

Bro slows down and huffs in panic, seeing the wall. "No! What??"

Alt sees the door and glitches out of Bro's arms and pushes Bro towards the door. "G-Get inside there! I'll hold him back!" He faces the rest of the alleyway and makes a glitching shield to try to cut Error off.

Bro hesitates then nods and opens up the door to try to get inside-

Beyond is a staircase leading down. At the very bottom is a faint light, provided by a camping lantern.

Bro pants and heaves after all that running and glances back at Alt before quickly heading down- he's sure Alt will glitch down to meet him in a second!

The staircase ends in a room with white plaster walls, wired and lightbulbs along the ceiling, and a rough stone floor underfoot. Three tunnel entrances branch off, turning into rough caves. One is blocked off by warning tape.

Error runs past the alleyway entrance at first, but then reappears once he notices the shield. "Oooo, pretty," Error says--and somehow it doesn't sound as mocking as that phrase usually would when coming from a villain's mouth. Then he shakes his head, as if regaining his concentration, and straight-up rushes the shield.

Alt isn't expecting Error to rush the shield and it mildly shocks Error as he hits it. But then it very quickly shatters in an explosive manner. Alt flies back and hits the wall and quickly tries to glitch back to his feet, stumbling over himself as spots dance in his eyes. He notices the door and rushes to shut it- not wanting Error to get in.

Error seems unbothered by the shocks and leaps at Alt, tackling him and pinning him to the wall. "Hi," he grins. "Are you going to come with me by yourself, or do I need to knock you out or something?"

Alt gets tackled and cries out, looking at Error with a bit of fear.

Bro hears the door slam behind him and hurries to try to get to the door, "A-Alt?!"

Alt hears Chase and finds himself more scared of Error finding him- and maybe even Jackie. He glares at Error and then whispers quietly, "...I'll- I'll come with you. Just... just leave my brother alone."

Bro's eyes widen and he tries to open the door but they're both up against it. He hits the door and yells out, "NO! Don't you fucking dare! Anti!" He screams at the end, making Alt wince and then shut his eyes.

"Hmm." Error blinks. "I guess he would be more interested in talking to you..." He pauses. "Alright." And he smiles. "In that case, let's go." He pulls Alt away from the wooden door and opens it up again-- But instead of the staircase from before, it opens up into a strange place. A place with a floor made of corrugated metal and black, featureless walls that stretch up into a high ceiling. Red light fills the space. On the other side of the door, Bro feels as though it's still blocked.

"After you," Error prompts.

Bro desperately tries to burst down the door, tears in his eyes. "Anti!! ANTI!!"

Alt staggers a bit as he's pulled away and looks at the new doorway with its red light with increasing dread. He closes his eyes and swallows shakily, telling himself he's doing the right thing. Bro would be able to find the others... and he can find out more about the threats and hopefully warn him. Then, he sets his face in determination and walks inside.

Error follows him, closing the door behind him. The moment it's shut it flies open again beneath the strength of Bro's fists, back to normal.

Bro falls a bit as the door is burst open and hurries back out into the alleyway, desperately looking around. "A-Alt?! Anti! W-Where are you?! Y-You- you better not have-!"

When he's met with silence, tears fall down his face as he looks around hopelessly. "...A..Anti?"

Silence. Stark, deafening silence.

After another beat, Bro hangs his head and lets out a roar of anger and frustration, punching the nearest wall and then falling against it, breaking down. "No...! No no no! FUCK!" His sobs quickly take over the silence, echoing around the alley as it comes crashing down on him. He was supposed to protect him! Why did he leave him?! He should have been there! He was right there and-!

Moments pass. Bro is alone in the alley. Until, finally, there's sound. Footsteps. Coming from... behind him? Echoing up the stairway that he just came from.

Bro almost doesn't hear it- but he finally starts to bring himself back out and pull himself together when he hears it. He gasps and backs up, holding his fists out in front of him and getting into shaking fighting stance, his eyes glowing blue.

Five people walk up the staircase, a whole group. They stop short upon seeing Bro with his eyes glowing blue. Three women, two men. They... look terrible. Like they'd been wearing the same clothes for a couple days. They also all have weapons. Knives on sheathes around their waists, mostly, but one of the women--one with short dark hair--has a freaking shotgun on her back. Pretty much all of them go for their weapons soon, but the one with the shotgun holds up a hand calmly.

"This... may sound strange," she says in an accented voice. "But are you from another universe?"

Bro's eyes widen and he slowly lowers his fists, taking in the look of all of them. They can see the tear streaks on his face and his red-rimmed eyes. "Um... y-yes... Yes I am... how... how did you know?"

"We were told people from another world would be coming here," the woman says slowly. "Strange, but the source is reliable. We... came here to find you all before something... bad happened..." She trails off.

"Are you okay?" another shorter woman asks.

"You can't just ask that, Rya," a redheaded man says.

"Yeah I can, Kiernan."

Bro blinks in a bit of confusion and then deflates, wiping at his face. He looks away. "...I was h-here with my brother but... this guy- he... he said he was called Error he... he took him. He took him and I couldn't stop them even though I was right there-!" His voice gets choked up at the end and he quickly shuts his mouth and shakes his head.

Every single one of the group immediately softens.

"Hey," a woman with long blonde hair says. "We know how you feel. They've taken a lot of people. I lost my brother, too."

"Error is the worst of them," a man with long black hair says. "It's okay. You did everything you could, I'm sure."

"We... we might be able to help," the woman with the accent says. "We know about them. There is this group of people... they are being controlled. And they keep taking people to control more. Maybe--maybe with our knowledge, we could get him back before anything terrible happens."

Bro's stomach drops heavily as they mention the group is being taken to be controlled. He looks immediately pale. "... fucking Alt...! What did you do?" He whispers to himself. He looks back to the group and nods, "...Yeah... p-please I... I could use your help. I don't want my brother to suffer there..."

The woman nods. "We can hurry back to the place we're hiding. Maybe more of the others from your world are there. Once there, we talk about how to get him back, yes? Time is not consistent between our world and that Place. I'm sure we have enough time to plan."

Bro nods again, "O-Okay... I'll follow your lead."

"Okay. I am Trisha, this is Rya, Jennifer, Kiernan, and Oliver."

Bro quickly follows after them. "Um... I'm Chase. ...good to meet you all."

Trisha turns and heads back down the stairs.

"Down here. The leader of this group, the one controlling them, can see through cameras all over the city. We need to be somewhere away from technology."

Bro’s eyes narrow as he hears about the leader. He grits his teeth and snarls. "... Anti. That's what he's called, isn't he? Fucking... taking my brother's name and tainting it...!"

"Don't say his name!" Rya hurriedly says.

Trisha looks back at him apologetically. "He can hear when people say his name. We do not want to draw his attention. But... you are correct."

Bro's eyes widen and he curses, "Motherfucker-! I just... said his name like a bunch of times!"

"Chase, huh?" Oliver says. "Like Stacy's ex."

Bro sighs and nods, "Um... I'm actually dating a girl named Stacy back home but... I bet you're thinking of Chase Brody, huh? ...that's me. Parallel universes and shit..."

"Parallel worlds," Kiernan mutters. "So fucking weird."

The group reaches the bottom of the staircase and heads straight for the tunnel with the warning tape.

Trisha brushes aside the warning tape. "Rya, you take the lead with the lantern." Rya nods and walks past her. "So... do you have a group of friends? Henrik, Jameson, Jackie, Marvin, and Jack?"

Bro nods, "Yeah... Jackie is here somewhere... and technically Marvin but... he's not our friend. He's a mad magician always using me and my friends for power and shit but... um... Henrik and JJ are back home. And Jack too I guess... I dunno, he's more friends with my brother than me."

"Stacy did say that Sam said one of the visitors would be dangerous," Trisha mutters as the group continues down the tunnel. "Well... in that case, we should tell you. In this world, all but the version of you are being controlled by him."

Bro stops in his tracks, his eyes wide. "...R-Really? ... Everyone?" He pales and then tries to keep going. "...how? How did that happen?"

Trisha shakes her head. "I do not know. Chase does not talk about it much, and Henrik thought it safer to not contact me during the time. Well, he decided to come for me anyway, but it was probably smart at the time. But we do know that Jackie--Error--was the first one."

"that's... that's awful.." Bro breathes, shaking his head. "Jackie's always so... bright and optimistic... it's hard to think he's..." He shuts his mouth and curls his hands into fists.

Trisha nods slowly. "I know..." she says quietly. "A lot of us know." She takes a deep breath. "It's some walk there. I hope you are as athletic as you look. Hopefully your other friend is already in our hideout."

Bro chuckles humorously, "Yeah... I can keep up." He looks out at the long expanse and sighs, "Let's hope..."

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Magnificent appears, falling a short distance and landing in some sort of big box. Nope. Not a box. It's a dumpster. There are a few bags of trash in there, but thankfully, nothing loose. The dumpster is out back behind a building, probably a retail business of some kind but it's hard to tell from the back.

Magnificent yelps as he falls but as soon as he realizes where he is he yells in disgust and teleports out. He shakes himself off and dusts off his clothes, shuddering like a cat with wet fur. "F-Fucking Disgusting!"

Soon after he teleports out, he hears something. A scream. It sounds like it comes from nearby.

Magnificent jumps at the sound and then makes a face, almost like he's disgusted. He decides to start walking the opposite way. "Not dealing with that shit-" He mutters, trying to magic the rest of his outfit clean.

As he walks along this small back street between the backs of buildings... he realizes something. He's not alone. There is someone following him. He can hear their footsteps.

Magnificent stiffens slightly as he hears the footsteps- letting them follow for a bit before he suddenly whips around and holds out a magic filled hand at them, his eyes glowing. He fires a shot of magic their way.

The person sidesteps the blast, watching it go past them and hit the dumpster. Then he turns back to look at Magnificent. It's a man, his coloring completely monochrome, wearing a fancy button-up and vest. His eyes are completely white, almost seeming to glow in the dimness. One hand loosely holds a knife that steadily drips blood to the ground. Around his wrists are red strings.

"Well... that's unusual," he says in a rasping voice.

Magnificent narrows his eyes, building up more magic in his hands as he chuckles. “You’re unusual yourself~.”

"I'm unique. I'm not sure you are. You look very familiar." There's a slight buzzing noise. The man reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, reading something and then typing quickly one-handedly.

“…quite rude to text when speaking to a stranger, don’t you think?” Magnificent asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Seems this is urgent." The man frowns. He puts the phone away. "You're from another world, then. Aren't you? Aren't you... Marvin?"

Magnificent’s eyes flash with rage as his magic burns brighter and taller in his hands. “Don’t call me that. I’m called Magnificent. Nothing else.” Then he chuckles and tilts his head. “Curious… you lot don’t often know we’re from different worlds right away.”

"Oh. Yeah. Sure. Of course you are." The man laughs. "Just as arrogant as you are here. Or... were, I guess. As for how I know... someone I trust just told me there are people from another world here. One like me, one like someone else we know. But I don't know if I believed it until you said it just now."

Magnificent narrows his eyes again. “…and just who are you supposed to be, exactly?”

"Anti." The man says, grinning. "This isn't what I normally look like. But he's needed for things like this. I don't think that's important, though. What are you planning on doing while here, 'Magnificent'?"

Magnificent’s eyes widen slightly. He snorts, “Yeah you’re … not what I was expecting.” He hums in thought and then shrugs. “Depends- I could use some magic so a source of that could be nice. Never opposed to new puppets to find either. Guess it depends on what this world has to offer me.” He looks back to Anti curiously. “…or the people in it.”

"Heh. If you're looking for magic, you're out of luck. There are only two magicians in this city, and one of them is mine. I'm sure there's more outside the limits... but I'm afraid you're stuck here." Anti flips the knife, causing a fan of blood. "Ever since I corrupted this one, there's been no way out of the city. We're all caught in a bubble, repeating six or so months over and over. And unfortunately, I don't know how to get rid of it."

Magnificent looks shocked- glancing around as if he can see the bubble they’re trapped in. “Well… that’s not ideal…” he mutters.

"You're telling me," Anti says. Somehow, despite the completely whited-out-eyes, Magnificent can tell he's rolling them. "But if you can find any more power in here, feel free to it. Unless it's from my people. You'll know them when you see them. The eyes always change, and some change more."

“Mmm… noted, I suppose.” Magnificent says with a hum. “What is your goal here, Anti? Besides getting out of this trap, I guess.”

"I like making more people," Anti says. "What did you call them?" He smiles. "Right. Puppets."

Magnificent raises an eyebrow and grins, “Intriguing! Always a pleasure to meet a fellow puppet master~” he giggles.

"I'll take your word for it. I've never met anyone else who doesn't put up a fuss when they realize what I'm doing." Anti tilts his head. "If you're looking for people to puppet, there's a group that's been giving me trouble. There's about fifty of them, and they've somehow been elluding me for a few of these loops now. Maybe you could find them. Feel free to help yourself if you do. But I ask that if you find a man called Chase Brody, you leave him to me."

“Is that so?” Magnificent chuckles. “I have a Chase Brody that’s been a pain in my side… however if you or any of your crew find him… do what you will with him. He’s a headache to control. His brother however- I think you would find every interesting~” he giggles. “He makes the perfect puppet.”

Anti laughs. "I think we've already found your Chase AND his brother, actually. That's what that message earlier was. I'm going to head back home and see if he managed to bring them back." He flips the knife again. Halfway through the motion, it disappears. "And what about you? What will you do now?"

Magnificent looks intrigued and he laughs, “You know what? I’m quite interested to see how your puppets are made Anti- if you would allow me to see. Maybe it can give me some better ideas for my own~!”

“Really? I’ve never heard anyone say that before.” Anti grins. “I’d be delighted to show you.” He turns to the side, slipping into a gap between buildings.

Magnificent shares his grin and follows after him.

There’s some spray paint on the walls in random looking designs. Anti stops in front of a design that looks vaguely like an archway drawn on the brick. He jerks his head towards it, indicating for Magnificent to follow, and walks straight through the wall in that section.

Mag looks confused as Anti goes through the wall but then heads straight through- must be an illusion.

Beyond the illusory wall is a strange area. The floor is sheet metal and the walls are black and featureless, seeming to extend upwards forever, their heights covered by a red glowing fog. Two hallways of similar design branch off into opposite directions.

Magnificent looks impressed as he enters the space and looks around. “Fascinating…” he mumbles to himself, looking around.

The monochrome man stands in the middle of the room. As Magnificent watches, black static lifts off his skin, forming a humanoid figure to the side. The monochrome man collapses to his knees and the red strings disappear from his wrists. The black static figure shifts, gaining details, turning into a man. He looks a lot like the Anti in the previous world. Black hoodie, slit throat, green sclera on his right eye. But this figure is a bit more translucent, a bit better-kempt, and his hoodie has a diamond with the words PMA in it.

“Great, now you can actually see me,” Anti says, flashing a sharp smile.

Mag blinks as he watches the monochrome man split into Anti and he grins. “Much better. Though- the possession is a nice touch. I’m guessing you can’t physically exist outside of here?”

“Correct.” Anti makes a face; it’s clear that this fact bothers him. “The Place is special. Outside it, I can’t be seen or heard and I can’t interact with anything other than electrical devices. So I need to possess someone. I usually use Voice these days.” He gestures at the monochrome man. Voice, apparently. “Now. You wanted to see the corruption? That’s what I use to make them. I do have something else to do, but I can take a moment to show you.”

Magnificent nods and seems intrigued even more. “How interesting…” He looks at Voice and then waves his hand at Anti, “Ah- please don’t let me get in your way! Do wherever it is you need to do, I’m sure I have time.” He giggles.

Anti nods. “Alright. It will only take a moment. If you want to wander around in the meantime, the Place will always take you where you need to be. If you find hallways with cables all over, that’s where the corruption process happens.” He grabs Voice by the arm and pulls him up, taking him down the right hallway. “See you soon,” he giggles, and disappears.

Magnificent nods with a grin. “See you soon.” He then hums and looks around the place. Well- guess he’ll see where it thinks he needs to go. He starts to wander.

#SATCV #SATCV Bad End #Bad end au #alt anti #swap magnificent #bro fantastic #jackie mann #ahhh i love creating brotherly drama :)#bro is gonna be so mad at alt and alts gonna be so mad at himself habkjn #im so excited for this one ehehhe

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