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*Introducing class 1A to the Big 3*

Negire: This is our resident introvert Tamaki Amajiki.

Tamaki: *already facing the wall* … hi.

Negire: And this is his emotional support extrovert Y/N.

Y/N: Yo, what up nerds?

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Kirishima: Bakubro, why do you always text in capital letters?

Bakugo: SO THAT YOU KNOW I’M YELLING AT YOU!

Kaminari: Do you ever not yell?

Bakugo: NOPE!

Y/N: You don’t text me in capital letters.

Bakugo: That’s because shouting at you would be like shouting at a bunny rabbit.

Bakugo: And I’m not about that.

Y/N:

Kirishima:

Kaminari: Okay whAT THE ACTUAL FUC-

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master list link touya art by birf.

༝ ᭝ ༝ this was written to be the counter part of bodyguard! katsuki by @with-my-calamitous-love ! ༝ ᭝ ༝

Bodyguard! Touya, who was a sketchy hire at best. Who your mafia boss of a Father discovered on a Craigslist ad. Who has a rap sheet a mile long, which is why he was chosen. It includes, but is not limited to; arson, grand theft auto, breaking and entering, assault, etc. Whose scars and piercings scare off any lingering, unwanted leering.

Bodyguard! Touya, who is so stupidly hot that it just pisses you off. Who’s aware you have a crush on him, even when you threaten to shove your hand down his throat to shut him up. Who jokes “don’t think I’d be too fond of your hand down my throat doll, but I’m all for you sittin’ on my face if you really wanna keep me quiet.” It absolutely does not make your belly flutter with a sweet, rich heat.

Bodyguard! Touya, who stays glued to your side once he’s “welcomed” into the family. Who follows you to the grocery store, to work. Who waits patiently outside in his car until you’re off shift. Who does not give you a damn inch of space when you go bar hopping, hovering like an overprotective Doberman, snapping at anyone who dares to venture too close.

Bodyguard! Touya, who wears a perpetual catlike grin, eyes full of amusement each time you bitch at him for being overbearing. Who secretly loves it when you’re mean to him, blood rushing south when your lip curls and you cuss him out. Who takes it in stride, teasing you relentlessly until your cheeks are flushed and you’re on the verge of slapping him across the face.

Bodyguard! Touya, who gets antsy and fidgety out of nowhere. Who, when he deems you safe with friends, will disappear for ten minutes, tops. When he returns it’s with bloody, busted knuckles and white hair sticking to sweaty temples. Who always pokes fun at you when your concern shows plainly on your features, reassuring you that “it’s nothing I can’t handle, doll. Don’t worry your pretty little head.”

Bodyguard! Touya, who, despite getting on your last nerve, never crosses a line. Who maintains a respectful distance between you, never touching you unless it’s dire. Who grows on you as you learn about his past. Who you catch smiling at you with soft eyes when you animatedly explain something to your friends. Who drives you insane when he tugs on a lock of your hair where it’s fallen loose, lids lowering, grinning lazily as the tension notches up between you.

Bodyguard! Touya, who one day goes to retrieve the car for you while you wait outside the entrance of a bar. Who appears out of thin air when a guy crowds in your personal space and grabs your ass. Who fists the guys collar from behind and throws him around the corner into an alley, beating him until he’s unconscious.

Bodyguard! Touya, who you shove up against that same alleyway wall and kiss until your lungs burn. Whose kisses are hot and slick, chasing you and sneaking his soft tongue into your mouth when you try to break apart and swallow some air. Who you make out with until you’re dizzy, until Touya pushes you in the direction of his car. Who can’t help himself and smacks your ass when you walk in front of him.

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Bodyguard! Touya, who commands you to get into the back seat of his car. Who drives you to the first abandoned parking lot he can find before he joins you. Who manhandles you into straddling his thighs, cupping the back of your neck and coaxing you into another blistering kiss.

Bodyguard! Touya, who moans low in his throat when you grind down onto his stiff cock. Who reaches into his pants and readjusts himself until slick tip peaks out of his waistband. Who places his palms on your lower back, pressing his fingers into the muscle there and helps guide the slow roll of your hips.

Bodyguard! Touya, who surges up and sinks his blunt teeth into the side of your neck. Who leaves dark hickies in a chain along your throat, ignoring your breathy warning not to leave visible marks. Who murmurs in your ear “I don’t give a shit what your Father says, I want everyone to see you’re fuckin’ mine now.” Who roughly shoves his overly warm hands up the front of your shirt, under your bra, and squeezes handfuls of your tits.

Bodyguard! Touya, who doesn’t protest when you instruct him to recline against the door. Who lifts his hips, cooing at you in a patronizing tone when you yank his pants and briefs to mid thigh. Who pets your head as you settle between his thighs, laughing at your affronted expression. Who gasps in delight when you swallow his cock in one go, securing you in place with a hand to back of your head until your throat constricts around him.

Bodyguard! Touya, who gets impatient and pulls you off his cock, shaft shiny with your spit and twitching. Who sits up and, with slender fingers, helps free one leg from your pants, letting the rest dangle on your other ankle. Who shifts you both until you’re hovering on your knees over his lap, tugging off your shirt and bra. You complain about being entirely naked when he’s not even close, but he argues that he just needs to see your tits bouncing while you ride him.

Bodyguard! Touya, who grips your ass when you reach down to circle your fingers around his shaft, steadying him, and sink down onto his cock with ease. Who lets you rest your forehead on his, fisting the shirt covering his shoulders as you adjust to the new blood buzzing ache in your pussy.

Bodyguard! Touya, who lacks self control. Who urges you to move with a sharp smack to the ass. You get the message, hastily rising and sitting down until you find a decent rhythm that allows you to bounce. Who, after awhile, sinks lower into the seat, forcing you to sit up straight, and braces his feet. Who meets you thrust for thrust after that, moaning through his teeth when you cry out.

Bodyguard! Touya, who can’t shut up when your pussy starts to squeeze him. Who babbles “ah fuck, that’s it babygirl. You’re about to cum, yeah? Fuckin’ cum for me, I know that sweet pussy loves me.” Who fucks you through your first orgasm, having to bite down harshly on the knuckle of his pointer finger to last through the second one.

Bodyguard! Touya, who inhales sharply after the second time you cum, gritting his teeth and yanking you down with both hands on your waist as his own pleasure swells and bursts. Whose head thumps back onto the seat, his sweet moan of your name making your pussy tighten once more.

Bodyguard! Touya, who manages to get you redressed and into the passenger seat, still intent on bringing you home by your curfew. Who, before he puts the car in drive, takes hold of your jaw and leans across the console, leaving but an inch of space between you. Who smirks playfully and promises “next time I get you alone, I’m tastin’ that pussy. You’re gonna sit on my face, doll.” Who then winks and acts as if nothing happened, whistling as he begins the long journey back to your home.

Bodyguard! Touya, who leaves you dumbfounded and with a furious blush. Who annoys the ever loving shit out of you, but leaves you a bit too close to falling in love for your comfort.

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I’M SO IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN I SWEAR

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Hey I was thinking maybe a request. Where Eddie survived but is self conscious about his wounds. Takes the reader sometime to convince Eddie that she doesn't see him differently.

AN | Set in the world in which Eddie is alive because he is! Or else! Anyways, this is soft, soft, soft, and broke and fixed my heart at the same time 🥰

Warnings | Language, Non-graphic description of scarring

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.9k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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Your back was killing you from sitting in the uncomfortable, stiff hospital chair for hours on end, hunched over as you read your book. You could have left, probably should have left, but you found yourself unable and unwilling. The rhythmic and continuous beeping of the various monitors that he was hooked up to were slowly lulling you to sleep but you refused to give in to them. You knew the moment you fell asleep was the moment he would wake up. You wanted to be there when he did, present and alert. 

Peeling your eyes from your book, you found him still in his deep slumber, his hair even curlier and messier than normal, skin pale and covered in various bandages. His lips were chapped and parted slightly as his chest rose and fell in a steady pattern. But he was here; he was here and alive and that was all that mattered right now. An idea suddenly struck - one that would hopefully keep you awake and maybe he’d hear it too. You turned back to the weathered and well worn pages of your copy of The Fellowship of the Ring, quietly reading the passage you had stopped on: 

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.

You were about to continue when you heard a soft sound coming from next to you before something brushed against your leg. You had been so invested in the pages that the touch caught you off guard and you almost jumped out of your chair, quietly squealing in surprise. It was the sound of his soft, weak laughter that brought you back into reality as you found that familiar pair of soft brown eyes watched you intently. He was awake.

“The Riddle of Strider,” his voice was hoarse and scratchy but distinctively him, “haven’t read that in a while. I guess it’s fitting since we made it through Mordor.”

“Eddie,” his name fell from your lips, soft and delicate, and before you could help it, tears had welled up and run down your cheeks, “y-you’re awake.”

“But at what cost?” despite the pain you were sure he was in, he still managed to make a joke. You laughed lightly before dropping to your knees at his side, brushing a few errant, rogue curls out of his face, “hi.”

“Hi,” you echoed, gently taking his hand in yours, “never thought I would be so happy to see you, Munson.”

“Mhmm,” you could tell that he was still tired, still worn and run down but fuck. At least he was okay, “what happened? I’m here…I thought I…I thought I was gonna die.”

“You really think we would let that happen?” you whispered, trying to keep the horrible images of when you were sure that he was going to die in your arms out of your mind, “never.”

“She saved you,” you turned around and found Dustin standing in the doorway, along with Steve and Robin. Before Dustin could stop himself he ran over and gave Eddie the best hug he could without hurting him, “you wouldn’t be here without her.”

“You saved me huh?” his tired grin was stretching across his face as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, “I guess I owe you a life-debt.”

“You really think I was going to let a horde of demobats get you?” you teased, “if you’re going down by anyone’s hand, it’s going to be mine. You dumb, foolish, brave man.”

“Dumb and foolish yes,” he said, causing Robin and Steve to laugh quietly, “I don’t know about brave.”

“I - we do,” you insisted, “you, Eddie Munson, are a hero. And now everyone knows that too.”

“A hero, huh?”

“Don’t let it get to your head, Munson,” Steve reached down and gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, “don’t want you getting too cocky.”

“Me? Never,” you snorted at him as he weakly stuck out his tongue, “what a warm welcome. Glad I came back for this.”

“I’m going to go and let them know you’re awake,” you stood up and yawned, “be back in a few.”

Once you were out of the room, Robin took the seat you had been occupying and gave him a serious look. She was glad that her new found friend was alive and well, and even more concerned about the fact that her friends continued to be seemingly oblivious, “she’s been here the entire time you have, you know. She barely even left to go shower or eat. She’s read you about a thousand books. She wanted to be here right when you woke up.”

“I…that sounds like her,” he agreed, a warm flush rising up on his pale skin, “she does too much for me. I owe her everything.”

“You really do,” Dustin agreed, shooting a wink at Robin, “maybe sometimes all it takes is a near death experience to see how things really are. Like the fact that you’re in l-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you walked back in with a nurse, chatting animatedly and looking better than you had in weeks. You caught Eddie’s eye and gave him a small wink as the nurse chittered over him, immediately asking him a million questions as she made some notes on her clipboard. Normally he might have been bothered by all the attention, but right now it all felt…right.

“We’ll leave you guys to it,” Steve pointedly looked at Robin and Dustin as they siddled over to him, “we’ll call Wayne. Maybe see you tonight at the Wheelers’?”

“We’ll see,” you promised, “depending on when he can leave and how he’s feeling. Thank you guys.”

You gave them each a hug, something that had come to have so much more meaning and power than you’d ever thought they would. Something that you could be deprived of in an instant, something you vowed to never take for granted again. You couldn’t wait to give him one again, one that would hopefully tell him all he ever needed to know.

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“Eds! I’m here!” you let yourself in his trailer with the key you’d had for years, arms filled with a few grocery bags of snacks and treats you knew he loved. You set everything down in the kitchen, frowning when you didn’t hear a response, “Eddie?”

“Bathroom,” you heard him call out softly. A wave of relief washed over you when you realized he was okay, but his tone suggested otherwise. You padded silently down the hall and stopped in front of the door before gently rapping your knuckles against it.

“Eds,” you kept your voice gentle, not wanting to scare him despite your knocking. He’d been more sensitive and easily overwhelmed the past few weeks since he’d been out of the hospital - not that you could blame him in the slightest over that, “I brought some snacks and rented a few movies. Maybe we just have a movie marathon today. Or we can do whatever you want - maybe go for a walk or go to the lake?”

He remained silent for a few moments, but you could hear him moving around in there. You tried to hold back your sigh, but doing so only made your eyes sting with tears. You knew he was hurting, but nothing you did seemed to make it better. You just wanted to make it all better for him; if you could have taken the burden from him you would have in a heartbeat, “Eddie…”

“Can you please just go?” the fact that his voice shook with each word caused you to exhale sharply. You wanted to just barge in there and wrap him up in your arms but you knew that would just make things worse right now, “please. I-I’m sorry.”

“Okay,” you whispered as you put your palm lightly against the door, wishing he could feel your touch, “okay, Eds. Whatever you need. I’ll put away the food and go. Please call me if you need anything. We’re having game night later, at the Byers’ this time. If you want to come over…or I can give you a ride. Just…call me if you need anything. Please, Eddie.”

You heard his shuffling and pacing stop before he sighed lightly. It was a few seconds before you heard him quickly murmur a gentle, “okay.”

You let a few beats of silence pass between the two of you before walking back down the small hallway and into the kitchen. You slowly put everything away and left the movies on the counter where he would easily find them. It was with a heavy heart  that you walked out and locked the door behind you. Part of you wanted to go back in there and refuse to leave, but you knew he just needed time. He knew you were always there for him, just as he had always been for you. Right now it just felt all wrong - terrible - and you wanted your Eddie back.

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The phone in your room rang, the sound shrill and loud in the stillness of the night. You almost jumped at the sound, opening your eyes in surprise before you turned on your bedside lamp. It was almost three in the morning according to the bright red numbers displayed on the alarm clock - who on earth would be calling at this time?

Oh. You blinked away the bleariness in your eyes before grabbing the handset and pressing it closely to your ear, “hello?”

“H-hi,” the fact that it was his voice on the other end of the line made you feel a million times better and you let out a small sigh of relief, “I’m sorry for calling so late. Fuck, I shouldn’t have woken you up.”

“You are the only person I will allow to wake me up,” you promised softly, “is everything okay, Eds?”

“Can you come over?” his voice was low and quiet, “please? I…I-”

“I’ll be there in fifteen,” you were already crawling out of bed in search of your converse, deciding to forgo getting dressed. Eddie had seen you a million different ways over the years, he could handle you in ratty old pajama bottoms and one of his shirts you’d stolen at some point, “okay? Just hang tight.”

“Thank you.”

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By the time you were at Eddie’s and letting yourself inside, it had been just about ten minutes since he’d called. You’d sneaked out of the house quickly and probably broke more than a few speed limits. But none of that mattered right now, only he did.

“Eddie?” you called softly as you walked towards his bedroom, where you could see some soft light spilling out of the slightly cracked door. You knocked softly before stepping inside, “Eddie?”

“‘s okay,” he promised as the door opened and you found himself standing in front of you. This was the first time you’d properly seen him in weeks. It took every bit of strength not to tackle him in a giant hug, “thank you for coming.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” you hesitantly reached over, wanting to see if he’d allow you to touch him. When he didn’t flinch out of your touch, you put your hand on his face and gently brushed your thumb over his cheek, “what’s wrong, Eds?”

“I just…” he broke down in tears before he could even get a full sentence out, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his body. You were surprised at the reaction, the sudden shift in his temperament but gently hugged him back, letting him take what he needed, “I feel so broken.”

“Eddie,” you whispered his name and pulled back so you could look at him. You cradled his face in your hands and tenderly wiped away his tears, “you are not broken. So far from it. What you went through what we all did in varying degrees was a lot. Honestly, I’d be more surprised if you said you felt completely fine. I don’t think any of us are fine right now, but we’ve got each other and we’ll get better in time. You have me - us, all of us, Henderson, Harrington, Robin, the Wheelers, the Byers, the Sinclairs, the Hoppers. All of us are probably way more fucked up anyone should be, but at least we’re fucked up together.”

He made a small sound, something adjacent to a laugh as he lightly nodded. You leaned in and pressed your forehead against his, trying to get to him to understand just how deeply loved and cared for he was, “I haven’t been able to sleep well, eat, and I…I can’t stand to look at myself anymore.”

“Well, I can try to help however I can, even if it’s just being here while you take a nap. I’ll keep you safe, Eddie. I’ll always protect you,” you whispered, “just tell me what you need and I will do it.”

“I keep thinking about that night,” he sighed, “how they tore up my skin and…I know eventually it’ll be better, but my body…I look like a freak. More than I normally do.”

“Eddie,” you took a step back and squeezed his hand, your heart feeling like it had been torn into pieces at his words, “you are beautiful, so beautiful, just as you always have been. You have always been my favorite thing in this world to look at. Then, now, and always.  Scars don’t matter, if anything they tell a story. And these tell a story that you, Eddie Munson, are a hero. That everyone in this stupid town, in this world has to thank for keeping them safe. Eddie, you are a hero, you’ve always been my hero. You've always kept me safe and made me feel protected and loved. This time it’s my turn to give you all of that back.”

“I don’t think I could ever deserve you,” he gave you a teary-eyed smile. 

“That’s what best friends are for,” you replied with a small smile. You wished it was more, you wished you could tell me the extent of how deep your love for him was. But now was not the time to push or make him feel pressured to respond in a certain way, “you’re stuck with me for life, Munson. We pinky promised when we were twelve, and we can’t ever break that.”

“No,” he whispered, “we can’t.”

A silence filled the air between the two of you, comfortable and easy just like it always had. You took his hand and gently pulled him towards the bathroom, and he followed without hesitation. Once you stepped into the small space, you touched the hem of his shirt and looked at him with gentle eyes, “may I?”

“Yes,” he swallowed thickly but nodded, “I trust you.”

Your touch was gentle and delicate as you pulled his shirt up and he held up his arms to let you take it off of him. The soft fabric of his well worn shirt was almost silent as it fell to the floor and you looked him over. You could see the trepidation in his eyes as he tried to gauge your reaction. You touched his cheek before giving him a sweet smile that caused a sense of relief to flood his veins, “just as I thought. Beautiful as always.”

He remained silent and you traced your fingers over one of the scars near his collarbone. It was a sobering reminder that you’d almost lost him. You were happy for the scar because it meant he was here, he was alive. You don’t know if you could have faced a future without him. He inhaled shakily as you ghosted the tips of your fingers gently over his body. 

“Come on,” after a few minutes of quietness during which he’d pulled you back into his arms, you pulled back, “let’s get you a warm shower and then you can try to get some sleep.”

“I don’t know if I can…s-sleep.”

“Will you try?” he gnawed on his bottom lip as he nodded slowly, “I’ll stay with you and make sure you’re okay. I promise.”

“What about you?”

“I can sleep later,” you insisted, “once you’ve rested a bit. Eddie…let me take care of you…please. You’re not in this alone and I’ll always be here for you.”

You turned on the shower and went to grab a clean towel and set of pajamas for him, before ushering him towards the warm stream of water.

“I…I love you,” he whispered as you looked at him with that sweet, innocent expression he adored more than anything. 

“I know,” you smiled lightly, “I love you too.”

“No…like…I love you,” he repeated and your whole face felt like it was on fire, “n-not just as my best friend.”

“I know,” you insisted again, your heart feeling better - lighter - than it had in weeks, “I love you.”

“Yeah?” he asked shyly as you offered him a shy smile, “will you…get in? With me?”

“Yeah,” there wasn’t a moment of hesitation in your response, “you have me, whatever and however you need. Forever.”

“Forever,” Eddie touched your face this time, his heart beating rapidly but for the first time in what seemed like ages, it wasn’t due to anxiety or nerves, “I can do forever.”

“Me too, Eddie Munson. Me too.”

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Safe With Me Pt. 2

Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 2340

This is a fix-it fic of season four of Stranger things. It follows the show, for the most part, I have just changed a few things so that I could add the character of the Reader.

The day after Eddie is found, he and the reader go into Rick's house.

Warning: Weed, that's it I think.

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Early the next morning, I woke up to the peaceful sound of water sloshing about and the warm tug of a pair of arms around my waist. Yawning, I turned over to snuggle into the chest of the person holding me. 

“Good morning Sweetheart.” Came his gruff morning voice. 

I smiled. “Morning Eds.” I could feel his breath tickling my hair as he kissed the top of my head. 

“How’d ya sleep?” He asked, rubbing his hands along my side.

“As good as a person can on a wooden floor. I think I might have a crick in my neck.” I laughed. 

He chuckled at my response, “Yeah, me too.”

I gripped onto him harder, having just woken up, my body went from being comfortable to freezing in the cool spring morning air. Eddie’s arms tugged me in closer to him. 

“You cold?” He asked. All he needed for an answer were my chattering teeth. 

Setting us up, he quickly tugged off his vest and leather jacket and laid them over my shoulders. The warmth of him permeated from the jacket through me, calming my shakes and shivers. 

“I should have brought a sweater yesterday.” I chastised myself.

“It’s okay, I’ll keep you warm, baby.” Eddie smiled and pulled me sideways into his lap. I leaned my head on his shoulder as I looked down at my hands on my lap. 

“When do you think the others will be here?” I asked.

“No clue, but it better be soon, I’m fucking starving. I haven’t eaten since I ran out of those snack bars at lunch yesterday.”

“Yeah, I don’t even think I ate yesterday come to think of it. Dustin and Max woke me up at half past twelve looking for you and then it was just hectic after that.” To further prove my point of having not eaten, my stomach growled. 

Eddie’s laugh jostled me in his lap. “Yeah, I think your stomach is fixing to eat itself.”

It was then, that we heard the sound of a vehicle. Not knowing if it was our friends or someone less friendly, Eddie and I jumped up in a panic. Eddie grabbed his weapon of choice, the broken beer bottle, and ran to look out the window.

“Do you see anyone?” I whispered.

“No, probably someone just driving by.” He visibly relaxed a bit as he turned away from the window to look back at me. 

Suddenly the doors to the boat house slammed open. In shock, I let out a scream, only to realize it was our friends with bags of groceries.

“Jesus Christ.” Eddie spat, holding his chest like he was having a heart attack. 

“Fuck you guys. You could have knocked or something. You know, make your presence known?” I said exasperated. 

“Sorry,” Dustin cringed. “But we brought sustenance.” He and the others held up a plethora of bagged food and drinks.

“Oh thank god.” Eddie cried out as he went straight for the bag that had a cereal box in it. Tearing it open, he stalked over to the boat to take a seat inside. The others followed and sat on various things surrounding the boat. 

I took my time finding digging through the bag of food before settling on two Rice Krispie Treats and two Yoohoos for me and Eddie to drink.

“Did you guys only buy junk food?” I asked as I stepped over into the boat, handing Eddie his drink as I sat beside him.

“Uh, yeah?” Robin replied, sounding like she was questioning herself. 

I just shook my head before tearing into the Rice Krispies.

“Okay well,” Distin clapped his hands together. “We have some good news and some bad news. Which would you like first?”

“Bad news fists, always.” Eddie stated in an almost ‘duh’ tone.

“Bad news it is. So we tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with our Cerebro and they are definitely looking for you. They are also pretty convinced you killed Crissy.” Dustin broke the news.

“Like one hundred percent convinced.” Added Max.

Eddie's face slackened, the Honey Comb cereal he had shoved into his mouth, falling out. 

“So what’s the good news? I asked after taking a swig of my drink.

“Good news is that Eddie’s name hasn't gone public, but if we found out,” Robin raised her hand in a gesture to the group, “it's only a matter of time before others figure it out. And when it gets out, everyone in this town will be gunning for you”

“Shit.” I groaned under my breath.

“Ha, Hunt the freak, right?” Eddie scoffed. 

“Before that happens,” Dusting interjected with his plan. “All we need to find Vecna, kill him, and prove your innocence.”

“That's all Dustin. That's all?” Eddie asked sarcastically.

“That’s easier said than done there kid. We don’t have El, we don’t have Hop, and we are missing half the group.” I pointed out. “Like I know we have fought monsters before but we had help. We had real help.” 

“Uh, it’s more like a uh-” Robin started.

“A brainstorming phase.” Max finished and everyone agreed with her. 

Eddie sat beside me looking concerned and completely lost. 

“Look, Eddie, there is nothing to worry about.” Dustin smiled and Steve struggled to keep a laugh in. 

Eddie and I just looked at them like they were crazy. Eddie groaned and leaned his head on my shoulder, but I moved him off of me instantly when the sound of sirens blared down the road. 

“Get down.” I panicked, pushing Eddie down into the hull of the boat before jumping out. “Grab the tarp.” Eddie did as I said and the rest of us went to the windows to watch what was happening. 

What seemed like the whole of the police department along with the fire department and an ambulance came racing past Reefer Rick’s and on down the road. 

“What do you think happened?” I asked.

“Don’t know, but I think we should go check it out,” Steve muttered. 

“Come on, we can come back by later.” Dustin grabbed my hand but I tore it away. 

“No, like I said last night, I’m not leaving Eddie by himself. You guys go, leave a walkie here with us.” I moved back over to the boat to pull the tarp off of Eddie. 

“Okay, but be careful. Radio if anything happens.” Dustin dug around in his backpack before handing me his walkie. 

“You guys stay safe too.” I waived after them as they walked out the door. 

Huffing, I sat down. “So? Now what?” 

“Um, well, I think Rick has some cards in the house. We could break in and play, TV has been broken since before he was arrested so we are SOL on that.” Eddie pointed out.

“Wait, hold on, you’re telling me we could have slept inside the house this whole time and not in a fucking boat house?”

“Yep.” He said, popping the p.

“Eddie,” I whined. 

“Don’t Eddie me, we can go up there now. We just have to make sure no one is on the lake.” He jumped out of the boat and took hold of the bags Dustin and the others had brought. 

I left the building first, watching the area to make sure the coast was clear before waiving Eddie on. I followed him to the back porch where he kicked open the screen door and went directly to a rusty-looking grill that obviously hadn’t been used in ages. Taking the lid off, Eddie dug through the ashes and picked out a key. 

“Ah-ha!” He exclaimed, holding up the key like it was a precious treasure.

“Who keeps their spare key in a barbeque grill? That's nasty.” 

“Well, you obviously wouldn’t have looked there,” he said as he unlocked the back door, pushing it open and gesturing for me to go in. “M’lady,” He grinned. 

The place was stuffy and definitely what you would think it would look like on the inside. Dirty and dingy. 

“I see why you never brought me along to buy your supply.” I ran my fingers along the kitchen counter, making a face of disgust when they came away covered in dust. “How long did you say he’s been in jail?” 

“Uh, like four months, but before that, he had only been three weeks from being in jail for almost six months,” Eddie answered as he placed the grocery bags on the table beside me. 

“Wow, okay then.” I thought for a second. “Wait, if he’s always in jail then how does he sell you all the weed?”

“Well,” Eddie started to unpack all the food from the bags. “I usually just buy the whole lot off of him, which lasts for a while, I’ve never run out before he’s gotten out of jail so,” he just shrugged. "Plus, I have other people I buy from."

“Huh, I guess that makes sense.” I moved on from the kitchen, and walked through the house, being nosey. The place looked awful, and I could feel my nose starting to tingle with an oncoming fit of sneezes because of how dirty it was. Going around the house, I tested the lights, and they worked but I immediately turned them off, not wanting anyone to see that they were on.

“What are you doing?” 

I jumped at the sudden sound of Eddie’s voice behind me. Although, I couldn’t jump far since his arms had wrapped around my waist. 

“You scared me.” I laughed, throwing my head back onto his shoulder. 

“I don’t you why, I’m the one who should be jumpy.” He teased. “But really, what are you doing?”

“Nothing,” I brought my hands to rub at his which were clasped together at my front. “Just thought I would look around. Maybe find some contraband and those cards you spoke of.” I giggled as he leaned into my neck, his hair tickling my skin.

“Ah, I see. Well, you won’t find any drugs in the guest bedroom.” He kissed my neck before pulling away, keeping a pair of our hands clasped together. He pulled me along the hallway to a dark room which, from the sliver of light coming in through the window, I figured must have been Rick’s bedroom. “Wait there.” Eddie left me by the bedroom door so he could go digging around in the closet. A moment later he came back to me with a little baggie of weed and rolling papers. 

“Now what about those cards?” I asked, taking the baggie from him. 

“Those would be in the living room.” He smiled before tugging me along once again. 

The rest of the day went by slowly, the weed and the excess boredom of not being able to go anywhere contributed greatly to the almost nonexistent passage of time. There were only so many times we could play Go-Fish or Old Maid since having smoked, that we couldn’t figure out the rules for anything more complicated than those two games. 

“I am so fucking bored. What time is it?” I asked, laying back on the floor, using Eddie’s discarded jacket and best as a pillow. We had both been seated criss-cross on opposite sides of the living room coffee table. 

“It’s a quarter past three.” Eddie sighed.

“Ugh. I’m dying of boredom.”

“Come here, baby.” Eddie made grabby hands at me for the other side of the table. I smiled and crawled my way to him on my hands and knees. “Let’s finish this blunt and then we can just take a nap. How's that sound? Hum?” 

I nodded into his shoulder before taking the blunt from his fingers and taking a few long drags. 

It wasn’t long before we had finished smoking and Eddie was sluggishly leading me to the guest bedroom and tucking us both under the dusty covers. 

“Hey, Eddie?” I asked as I curled up into his chest. 

“Yeah, baby?” 

“Are you scared?” I clung to him, my mind fuzzy from smoking.

“More than I care to fuckin’ admit.” His arms held me tightly and even though we were warm under the covers, I felt Eddie shiver.  “Never thought I’d be the one to run when things got tough, but here I am, a coward.” He sighed into my hair.

I looked up and him, bringing my hand to caress up his neck and cradle his cheek. “You aren’t a coward Eds, you’re human.” He stared at me with his big chocolate brown eyes, they looked even bigger as his pupils dilated in the low light. “I would have run too if I didn’t know what was going on.” 

He gave me a lopsided smile. “Thanks, sweetheart, you always know how to make me feel better.” I smiled as he leaned his head down and pressed his chapped lips on my forehead in a tender kiss. “I just,” He choked out, “I just feel awful for leaving her there you y’know? Like I didn’t try hard enough to save her.”

I pushed myself up in Eddie’s hold so his head was not westing against my chest and I was holding onto him protectively. “There was nothing you could have done, nothing anyone could have done Eddie. We know nothing about how Vecna operates or what he wants, there was nothing that could have saved her.” 

Eddie sniffled, burying his head into my chest. “I just keep thinking, what if it had been you? What if it was you dangling from the ceiling with me standing there helpless.” He started to weep, tears dampening my t-shirt. 

I just held onto him, not knowing what else I could do or say. My hands rubbed circles into his back and across his bare arms. “Shhh, it’s okay,” I whispered, trying to soothe him.

He cried into my chest for a while before his breaths evened out, becoming more relaxed as he fell asleep in my arms. The grip he had on my waist was tight, but I didn’t mind, it let me know he was going nowhere. 

So, I pulled the covers up around us and drifted off to sleep with him.

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𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 | 𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | you ask joseph if he can fuck you in character as eddie, and he’s more than happy to do it. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | joseph quinn (rpf) x fem!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 | smut (minors dni, oral m!receiving, p in v sex, unprotected sex, doggy style) degradation kink, he’s a sweetheart 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | i’ve had this idea for a while and i finally got it down on paper hehe enjoy!

“You want me to do what?”

You rolled your eyes. “Well, don’t act like that,” you huffed. “It was just a thought, take it or leave it.” 

Joseph’s eyes were wide as he considered the offer you had just laid at his feet and, for as good of an actor as he was, you had no idea what emotion he was trying to convey with furrowed eyebrows and moonish eyes and an agape mouth. “Repeat that,” he said finally. 

“What?” you asked. “I want you to fuck me in character. You act like I’ve asked something monstrous of you.” 

“No, no, it’s just…” Joe began, and he laughed. “Eddie is so different from me. I didn’t think you’d like him at all.” 

“I do,” you admitted. “He’s just so sweet.” 

“And you want to fuck him?” Joe asked with a lilting laugh. At least he seemed amused by the idea. “In costume and everything?” 

“Yeah,” you admitted quietly, lightly chewing at your fingernails. “Look, Joey, it took a lot of courage for me to even ask, so if you’re gonna tease me about it—”

“No!” Joe said quickly, and he moved to sit next to you on the bed. The trailer was small, obviously not built for more than one person, but you and Joe made it work. 

You had only seen him in costume once, when he popped by the trailer during lunch to grab his phone charger, and the sight of the long hair and the tattoos had done something to you. You couldn’t stop thinking about it, and, as lovely as your Joe was, you wanted to see if he would even agree to something like that. 

“Listen, I-I like the idea,” Joe told you. “I was just surprised. Are you sure it’s something you want?” 

“I’m sure,” you told him. He put his strong arms around you and carefully tugged you to sit on his lap, and you tossed your arms around his neck, smiling at him. “Is that a yes? You’ll do it?” 

Joe sucked at the back of his teeth, and he nodded. “You’re persuasive,” he told you, and his hand lightly touched your cheek, his thumb moving back and forth on the high point of your face. “Do you wanna plan it, or let it be a surprise?” 

“Surprise me,” you said. “Surprise me with Eddie.” 

“I’ll be sure to,” Joe told you, and he kissed you softly, his perfect pink lips pressing and molding to yours. He tasted like cigarettes, even though he swore up and down that he would quit, but you didn’t mind it really. It was just so perfect and so Joe that it made your head spin if you thought about it too hard. 

The next day passed with no Eddie appearance, and so did the next. Your time on set was coming to an end soon— visiting from London for a week didn’t exactly give you a lot of time with him, especially with the shooting schedule being so hectic, sometimes 12 hour days that spanned all night and left your Joey incredibly tired when he schlumped into the trailer at 6AM— and you almost worried that he had forgotten. You didn’t want to remind him, though; you didn’t want to lump another thing onto his back. Even if it never came to fruition, you decided, the fact that he said he would try meant the world to you. 

Finally, the day before your flight back home, your last dinner with Joe, it happened. You stepped into the trailer and slung your bag down, and you settled on the sofa before you took notice of a smell. It wasn’t a bad smell, just different, and you quickly identified it. 

Cologne. Not the Dior stuff that you were used to Joe wearing, but something that stung a little in your nose, something cheap. And a hint of cigarettes, maybe? Cheap cologne and cigarettes. Your eyes widened, and you called out “Joey? Oh, umm… Eddie?” 

There was a commotion from behind the closed door that led to the itty bitty bedroom, and you heard a distinctly non-South London voice call back to you. “One sec, sweetheart!” he said in a pitch-perfect American accent, and your heart fell into your stomach. It was happening. He was doing this for you. 

The door slid open, and your mouth fell agape at the sight before you. Your prim and proper Joseph was completely transformed, long hair that framed his jaw and touched his shoulders, curled like his real hair but much darker than his, wearing ripped jeans and white tennis shoes and that distinctive black and white Hellfire Club shirt. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows to show off the tattoos that he now had on his arms, and you could see one peeking out the top of his shirt. The rings on his fingers made you shiver, and, everything added altogether, you couldn’t believe that he was actually doing this for you.

“There she is,” he said with a wide smile, and he came to stand in front of you. His belt was right in your eyeline, and your eyes widened at the handcuff belt buckle. Jesus. Your mouth went dry and you swallowed, and you looked up at Joe with wide eyes. “What do you think, babe?”

“You look…” you started, and you struggled for the right word. “Hot.” 

“Well, I know that,” Joe said and rolled his eyes. “You like what you see, huh?” 

You stretched out your hands to touch him, and you hooked your fingers in his belt and tugged him a step closer. He laughed under his breath as you touched him all over, your hands wandering from his thighs to his stomach and to his neck, and you tugged up his shirt to see the demon and the spider tattoos on his chest. “Oh, yeah,” Joe chuckled, still stuck in the accent. “Aren’t these tats sweet?” 

“This is so weird,” you laughed lightly, and you placed a kiss on Joe's belly before you let his shirt fall back down. “Oh my God, Joey…”

“Who’s Joey?” Joe asked, his eyebrows furrowing. “Have you been seein’ other guys behind my back?” 

“Never, my love,” you told him, and you stood up and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I’d never do that. I only want my Eddie.” 

“Good,” Joe told you, and he brushed a kiss across your lips. “‘Cause I only want my sweetheart.” 

Your lips tingled with his kiss, and you couldn’t help the heat that was quickly invading your body. He was hot. Your Joey was everything to you, he was incredibly sexy and smart and attractive and kind and every good thing that could be said about a person, but Eddie was different. Eddie was a different sort of sexy, in a way that seemed almost dangerous, like he would bend you over the counter and fuck you at any second. 

“Speaking of,” Joe began, kissing your cheek softly. “My dick is hard as fuck. Think you can help with that?” 

“God!” you laughed, your face heating up. “Blunt.” 

“You know how us Americans are,” Joe laughed, his cheeks tinging pink. “We’re nothing if not blunt. C’mon, sweetheart, I know how bad you wanna suck me off.” 

“I do,” you admitted. “But maybe I just wanna kiss you first. Say hi properly, y’know?” 

“Sure,” Joe replied, and he slotted his hands into the back pockets of your jeans, squeezing your ass for a moment. “Hi there.” 

“Hi,” you giggled, and you leaned up to kiss him again. “How’re you doing?” 

“M’fine,” Joe shrugged. “Couldn’t wait to get a break and come see you.” 

“How long do we have?” you asked. 

“Just under an hour,” Joe told you, his big eyes sparkling at you. At least he didn’t have to wear any colored contacts for Eddie; if you didn’t see his wide brown eyes, you would be too sad. “Think that’s enough time?” 

“Oh, definitely,” you nodded. “So I guess I’ve gotta get to work, right?” 

“Yeah,” Joe nodded. “Sooner, the better.” 

You kissed him one last time, and your hands went to the handcuff belt buckle, opening his pants to you. Even a brush of your hand across his pants had him hissing in a breath, and he mumbled, “Don’t you fuckin’ tease me, sweetheart.” 

“I’m not,” you giggled, and Joe’s hand came to grab your chin, and he forced you to look at him. There was something different in his eyes, something a little darker than you were used to, but the intensity only made your cunt twitch. 

“Fuckin’ talking back,” Joe said. “Don’t make me get mean with you. Just suck my dick, baby.” 

“I like you like this,” you blurted out, and your face went even warmer as Joe’s eyes widened for just a moment. 

“Yeah?” He asked, and you smiled as his true accent crept through for just a moment. 

“Yeah,” you agreed. “Kinda mean. I like it.” 

“I can do mean,” Joe said, fixing himself and settling back fully into Eddie. His shoulders went back and he stood up straighter, and you grinned as your sweet Joey disappeared under the blanket of Eddie once more. “C’mon, we don’t have all day, princess, get down there.” 

“Yes, sir,” you giggled, and you quickly worked yourself to your knees, fully undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. 

“I like sir, that’s cute,” Joe said, and his hand cradled your cheek as you pulled out his cock. He was right; he was hard as fuck. His cock felt like hot steel, all hard ridges and veins as it twitched in your hand, and you were quick to put your mouth on him, suckling at the uncut head of his cock. 

You heard his breath catch in his throat at your small movements, and you took him a bit deeper as his hand came to your head. His fingers itched in your hair for a moment before taking hold and tugging you further onto his cock. You groaned in the back of your throat as you eagerly sucked him, and you hollowed your cheeks out to hug his cock tight. He was hot and heavy on your tongue, already leaking precum, and the taste of it made you moan softly.

“Oh, you like that?” Joe asked, looking down at you, and you looked at him through your eyelashes. “Fuck, look at you. Take it, just like that…” He moaned, long and low in his chest, as your tongue massaged his cock, and he mumbled out, “Fuck, sweetheart, your mouth’s so good.” 

You fell off of his cock with a gasp, the sticky precum mixing with your spit and dripping off your lips and his cock, and Joe let go of your hair to cradle the back of your head with his hand. “M’gonna fuck your face,” Joe said, and the roughness of his words combined with the American accent made your cunt throb and clench around nothing again. You were wet, you could feel it dampening your panties, and you wriggled a bit to get some kind of friction from your jeans. “Oh, what, baby? Need some attention?” 

“Please,” you whimpered, and Joe smoothed his hand down to your neck, holding you firmly for a moment before he dropped from you completely.

“Get over to that bed,” he told you, and, when you stood, he landed a firm smack on your ass. “Go on, baby, I’ll be there in a sec. Undress for me, get all ready.”

“Can I touch myself?” you asked. Joe usually didn’t care about that sort of thing, but you were picking up the vibe that Eddie might care. 

“Yeah,” he replied. “Good girl, asking for permission.” 

You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him as you did as he told you, and he watched you eagerly, stroking his cock. It was unbelievable how attractive Joe was as Eddie, and you reached out for him as you took off your shirt. “Kiss me, Eds, please,” you whined, and he stepped forward towards the bed, his hand still tight around his cock. 

Joe leaned forward and quickly connected his lips to yours, his tongue immediately claiming your mouth. You moaned at how dominant he was, and Joe smiled as he broke the kiss. “You’re enjoying this a little too much,” he told you with a chuckle. “Never gonna want ole Joey again after this, only me, huh?” 

“I’ll always want Joey,” you told him, and you planted your feet on the bed and shimmied out of your jeans. “Joey is kind and sweet and has a stellar cock, but one night with Eddie is… Fun.”

You watched as blush invaded Joe’s cheeks at your compliments, and you grinned as he nodded. His hands went to your body, and he smoothed his fingers up the sides of your body until he got to your bra, and he removed it with ease. Joe leaned forward and kissed you softly once more, and his mouth traveled to your neck in an instant. “You want a hickey?” he whispered, and you nodded quickly, your hands finally going to grab at his hair. The wig was surprisingly lifelike, and, to be honest, it sorta creeped you out, but Joe seemed to like when you tugged on it. 

Joe’s hands went to your panties as he sucked hard at your neck, and your back arched into him. “Eddie,” you moaned softly, and Joe made a strangled noise deep in his chest. 

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he whispered, nipping at the mark on your neck. “Say my name, baby, let everyone know who you’re fucking.” 

“Eddie,” you whined, and Joe tugged down your panties, discarding them off the side of the bed. 

“Jesus Christ, look at you,” Joe chuckled, his eyes locking on your cunt. You squirmed a little under his gaze, and his strong hands came to grasp your thighs, holding your legs and cunt open for him. “This little pussy, already so messy and wet.” 

Joe’s hand came to your pussy, and he tucked his thumb onto your clit, touching it just enough for you to jolt and moan. “Yeah, baby,” he whispered under his breath, and the sound of it made your cunt flutter and twitch. “Good girl, you’re all wet for me. You think you’re ready?” His fingers, adorned with those heavy silver rings, lightly swept up your pussy, collecting some of your slick on his fingertips, and the sight of his glistening fingers made you nod quickly. 

“Fuck me,” you gasped, your chest heaving with anticipation. “Please, Eds, please fuck me.” 

“Oh, baby, the whining,” Joe chuckled, taking hold of his cock once more. He stroked himself a few more times, watching your pussy wink and flutter at him, and he hissed in a breath. “Turn around,” he told you quickly. “Hands and knees, sweetheart.” 

Your arms shook underneath you as you got into the position he asked, and you felt him grab a handful of your hair as the burning head of his cock slid up your pussy from behind you. Without warning, Joe snapped his hips forward, burying himself inside you in one swift movement, and you moaned in surprise. “Eddie!” you squealed, and his hand left your hair to press between your shoulder blades, urging you down until just your ass swayed in the air. 

“Yeah, baby,” Joe mumbled, and he withdrew himself from you for a slow, agonizing second before filling you once more, his balls hitting your sticky cunt as he buried himself up to the hilt in you. The position made him feel so much deeper inside you, like he was fucking your throat, and you uselessly grabbed at the bedhseets to anchor yourself as he started to properly fuck you. 

Joe grabbed your hips and fucked you back onto him, and you whimpered at the feeling of him. “Fuck,” you whined into the mattress, but Joe didn’t seem to hear you; if he did, he ignoeed you. His hand smoothed across your ass for a moment as he fucked you hard, the sound of your skin colliding making that hot coil in your belly tighten, and he finally smacked your ass hard. 

You gasped in shock, and you dug your fingernails into the bed once the pain finally registered on your skin. “Eddie,” you moaned. “Fuck, baby.” 

“I know,” Joe groaned, and he kept up his rhythm, spearing you hard onto his cock, the lewd wet noises of your pussy reverberating off of the walls of the bedroom. “So deep in your little pussy, huh? You like it like this?” 

“Love it,” you whined. “Love your cock, Joey.” 

Joe was quiet for a moment, obviously absorbing that you had said his name instead of Eddie’s, and he smacked your ass again when he recovered. “S’not my fucking name,” he said on a growl, and he grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged your face out of the bed. “What’s my name, baby?” 

“Eddie,” you gasped, and you reached back to touch him, any part of him. Your hand found his quickly, and he threaded your fingers together as he continued his nearly-punishing pace. 

“Say it again,” Joe said. “Say it ‘til you forget that other guy’s name. It’s only Eddie, isn’t it, baby?”

“Eddie,” you said, and his hand squeezed yours tightly. “Eddie, fuck me, Eddie.” 

“Glad to know you take directions,” Joe laughed, smacking your ass again. He let go of your hand and leaned forward, molding his front to your back, and he wrapped his arms around your waist to drag you further into him. “Fuck, baby… Fuck.” 

When he spoke next, you jumped. “Jesus, love… Hard to-to keep it together.” His accent broke through fully, dropping Eddie for a moment as he fucked you deep, and your cunt throbbed hard around his cock. You had already gotten so used to the Eddie voice, hearing Joe’s real voice was a shock. 

“Do you need to stop?” you asked, and Joe shook his head. 

“No, baby, I’m fine,” he said, his American accent back again. “Just keep hugging my dick like that, you’re gonna make me cum so hard.” 

Your cunt pulsed at his words, and he buried his face in your neck to smother his loud moan. Joe had never been like this before, and it was absolutely a turn on for you, seeing how unhinged and frankly animal he was being. 

“Eddie,” you whispered, reaching back and taking his hand again. “I love you.”

Joe groaned again, fucking you roughly as he held your hand, and, into your neck, he muttered, “I love you too, princess. God, fuckin’ love you so much.” 

“Cum inside me,” you told him, and Joe kissed at your neck almost frantically, laying peck after peck onto your skin. 

“Oh, no, I’m not,” Joe said. “I’m not cumming ‘til you do. Better speed it up, baby.” With that, he let go of your hand and reached forward, and you moaned high in your throat as his fingers started to play with your clit. “Just like that?” 

“Yes,” you whimpered, and your  hands went back to the blankets, grabbing them in your fists as your legs began to shake. The way he was fucking you, along with playing with your clit, and the overwhelming energy of feral Eddie, it was all so much, and you felt the hot coil in your stomach tighten and tighten until it threatened to burst with every fuck into your body that Joe gave you. 

“Fuck, you’re so good,” Joe muttered, his voice low and breaking. “Feel so good, this pussy, you take me so well. Are you getting close?” 

“I’m gonna cum,” you hissed, reaching between your legs and grabbing at Joe’s wrist. The chain link bracelet he wore was cool to the touch, as were his rings, and you shined and pushed back against him as he fucked forward. You cried as you felt him deeper than ever before, the pain blossoming in your tummy and slowly melting into pleasure, and Joe laughed into your ear, taking the fleshy lobe into his mouth. 

“Deep, baby?” he asked, and you nodded quickly. “Did it hurt?” 

“Yes,” you sobbed. “But I like it, don’t stop, y-you’re gonna make me cum.” 

“Yes ma’am,” Joe chuckled, and he grabbed your hip and shoved you further back on him as he fucked you. The pain rocketed through you again, but it all settled in your pussy and clit, and you knew that you wouldn’t last much longer if he kept up with that. Everything all combined, his fingers on your throbbing clit and the punishing rhythm, it was too much, and you squeezed his wrist as the coil burst in your stomach and you came hard around him. 

“Fuck, baby,” Joe laughed as your legs shook, and he added, “Good girl, milking my cock so good, fuck. Still want me to cum inside you?” 

You felt lightheaded with the intensity of your orgasm, and you could only blearily nod at him. Every sense was jacked up to ten, and the feel of him inside your sensitive channel made you whimper and cry. “Fuck, J-Eddie, oh my God.” 

“Aw, look at the mess you made,” Joe said, still fucking you just as hard as before. “So much cum… M’gonna give it to you, you ready?” You nodded quickly, squeezing his wrist again, and Joe finally let go of your clit to play with your fingers for a moment before he grabbed your hand hard. “Fuck, you’re perfect, baby, so fuckin’ perfect, good girl…”

He fucked into you one last time, burying himself as deep into your cunt as he could manage, and you gasped as he pumped you full of his cum. His body was warm against yours, his belt clinking as his hips stuttered, and your shaking legs finally gave out as he pulled out of you. 

You laid in the bed, panting and trying to regain some of your brain, and you heard the sounds of Joe cleaning himself up, wiping away the bits of cum on a discarded bath towel, and you remembered that he had to go back to work after this. “You alright?” Joe asked, and you couldn’t exactly understand why your eyes watered at the sound of his accent, his voice back. “Love, talk to me, are you okay?” 

“I’m fine,” you said softly, slowly sitting up. Your body was already sore from his roughness, and you groaned at the ache in your legs. When you looked up, Joe was knelt beside the bed, looking at you with those big doe eyes of his, his eyebrows pitched up with worry. 

“Was it too much?” he asked. “Was I too mean?” 

“No, darling, it’s not that,” you said softly. “I’m just…” You took a deep breath, and you giggled lightly. “I can’t believe we just did that.” 

“Yeah,” Joe chuckled. “Did you like it?” 

You nodded. “It felt… Weird,” you started. “Like, it was you, but it wasn’t, and you-you fucked me so hard, you’ve never— but I liked it! It was just weird.” 

“Weird for me too,” Joe said, and he slowly stood up, brushing the hair behind his ear. “Hair got all in my mouth at one point. I hate this wig. But it was weird to fuck you and not be me. I did like it, though. I always like fucking you.” 

“Good to know,” you chuckled, and you pulled him to you and planted a kiss on his puffy lips. “Thank you for doing that for me. I love you.” 

“I love you too, darling,” Joe said, and he kissed you again, gentle and loving and everything that Joe was that you loved. “We have a few minutes before I need to get back, can I do anything for you before I leave?” 

“No,” you said. “Just be my Joey, and I’ll be happy.”

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eyes on me, babe || s.harrington

summary: steve harrington knew you like the back of his hand - except for one thing: your biggest fear. when he's kidnapped by the russians along with you and robin, he realizes he never wants to see you that afraid ever again.

aka the season 3 russians scene because i love angst warnings: detailed descriptions of injuries, panic attacks, cursing, physical violence/torture, angst she/her pronouns used, enjoy :)

Fear was such a complex emotion that often caused a train of reaction. You could probably list on one hand the amount of times you’ve felt true, heart-wrenching fear in your life. The situation in front of you threatened to move that amount up further and the dread in your stomach was building each second.

It took one glance for Steve to recognize the expression on your face. That was all it ever took for him. One glance and he could read you like his favorite novel. You and Steve were an open book with each other and had been since 7th grade. Then, you almost lost him to his King Steve era before Nancy Wheeler snapped him out of it. Despite all the drama and the arguments, you and Steve prevailed. You knew everything about each other down to the dark details but there’s one thing you’ve never told him.

“Come on, come on. I need a good one. Give me something juicy,” 17 year old Steve Harrington laughed as he leaned against the headboard behind him. “You can’t just say you aren’t afraid of anything. I know that’s a lie.”

It was movie night, a Friday tradition for the two of you when you weren’t chasing after his intoxicated form or struggling with work. More than often he ended up staying over so he didn’t have to return to his more-than-likely empty home. The movie had ended not long ago and faded into a game of random questions that you two played often. Most answers you already knew but you loved to watch him dig himself out of holes and light up at mentions of the kids, especially Dustin.

You shrugged your shoulders slightly from your place resting against his chest. “I mean yeah I’m scared of something but I’m not gonna tell you.”

“Why not! I tell you everything and you’re not gonna tell me your biggest fear?”

You grabbed his hand in yours. “Steve, it’s not that big of a deal.”

He shook his head aggressively from behind you as he closed the gaps and laced his fingers between yours. “But I wanna know! What kind of best friend am I if I don’t protect you from your biggest fear?”

Ever since then, he constantly spewed random guesses to what exactly could be so important you refused to share it. He swore up and down that he would never use it against you for fun but you still wouldn’t give him a slight hint and it drove him mad.

Staring at the large machine the Russians made that was spinning with energy, you tried to not think about the consequences if it worked. The Demogorgons, the Mind Flayer, the Upside Down. It wasn’t something fun to face and the idea of someone trying to reopen the gate was unnerving. 

“I don’t get it, you guys have seen something like this before?” Robin asked as she walked in front of you down the stairs away from the Russian infiltrated room. The two of you had clicked easily, both pointing at Steve as a target of fun. You were thankful for her presence to keep your mind from going dark in the midst of the chaos.

“Not exactly,” Steve mumbled quietly as he glanced over his shoulder to the emerging blue light. He wasn’t up for fighting other worldly monsters and really just wanted to be in your room, in bed, cuddling and watching movies.

“Then what, exactly?” Robin countered. She was easily terrified and her confidence was shaken so this situation had her spiraling easily. Usually she could feel some sense of control but she felt helpless down here. 

Your feet slipped on the stairs as you ran off the last one while Dustin and Steve attempted to convince Robin that the machine’s success would guarantee world destruction. Steve’s hand instantly caught your hip to keep you from falling as he answered Robin’s questions, unphased by your misstep. Glancing around the room, everything suddenly felt alarming and you took a step back in caution further into his hand. 

“Um, Steve?” Erica seemed to pick up on it too as she looked to the boy behind you. “Where’s your Russian friend?” In a true group fashion, everyone’s eyes searched the room for the said missing soldier only to come up empty handed. 

You reached over to grab Dustin’s arm just as a bright red light filled the room and an alarm followed. Steve scrambled to the nearest door where you could all see the previously knocked out man was gaining attention from his injury before guards rushed towards you.

“Shit. Shit,” Steve mumbled as he slammed the door shut before turning and pushing you all back up the stairs. “Go, go, go, go, go!!” His fingers grasped at your shirt as he nearly ripped it with the force of his grip.

“Fucking hell, Steve. This is not what I meant by a chill weekend!” You shouted backwards as Dustin guided you through a door. With your luck, it was straight into another room filled with soldiers. You stood frozen for a second before sprinting to the left with a shout.

“Come on!” You held onto Dustin’s arm as he continuously cursed in distress. The stairs in front of you led down to the side of the machine as the room vibrated with energy.  Dustin randomly shrieked and pushed the soldier to your left before he continued to run ahead of you.

Stopping just alongside the laser drilling into the wall, Dustin began screaming louder, “Holy shit! Holy shit! Shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!” He shouted one final time, holding the word out for longer as you stared at him incredulously. 

“Guards!” Erica yelled, snapping you all out of your staring trance before Steve began to run further down the steps. He didn’t hesitate to shove a man over the railing of the stairs before tossing some empty barrels into more oncoming attackers.

“Steve!” You grabbed the back of his shirt and tugged him with you as you followed Robin’s lead into a hopefully empty room. After a brief headcount, Steve slammed it shut, using his body weight to keep it that way as guards started hitting it from the other side. 

Dustin and Erica scrambled behind you to find some other form of exit as Robin pushed herself next to Steve in an attempt to keep the door from opening. Your eyes scanned the room for something, anything that could help. The heavy feeling was creeping in again and you jerked your head around to look at Steve in hopes of reassurance. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” You whispered to yourself as you saw the door start to pry open. Without a second thought, you were on Robin’s right side and pushed yourself in between the door and the wall for some sort of resistance. 

“Here, come on! Let’s go!” Erica lifted up the grate of an air shaft before climbing in with Dustin hovering behind her. You hesitated at her call, knowing there wouldn’t be enough time for all of you to get over and in before a gunshot went off.

“Go! Just get out of here!” You shouted in return as your feet started to slide beneath you. Your breathing was beginning to pick up and you were quick to try and talk yourself out of the panic attack incoming but it was useless.

Dustin stepped down into the drop of the vent and looked up at the three of you. “Go! Come on, now!”

“No! Just go get some help, okay?” Steve responded. His hands were sweaty with adrenaline and he suddenly doubted his ability as a so-called leader to keep everyone safe. Removing the kids was always the first step in a dangerous situation but knowing you were here and he couldn’t guarantee your safety was enough to send his heart into his throat.

“I won’t forget you!” Dustin screamed before the three of you told him once more to go. The second the air vent cover clanged shut, the door behind your back threw you forward and into the wall on your right sending your head into the concrete wall. A scream almost left your throat at the pain radiating through your skull before you crumbled to the ground next to Robin and Steve.

Guns were suddenly in your face, the sinking feeling of dread now overwhelming as you tried to breathe. Your hands shook as you raised them in the air, mimicking Steve and Robin’s actions as the guards surrounding your small trio. 

Sparing a quick glance towards Steve, you tried to convince yourself you would find a way out of this. The uncertainty in his expression didn’t help in the slightest but it only got worse when rough hands latched onto your skin and pulled you from the ground. Your vision blurred with the movement as you tumbled forward.

“No!” You couldn’t tell if you or Steve screamed louder as the guards yanked your arms behind your back to secure your wrists with a belt. “Let me go!” Writhing in their grip, you couldn’t even begin to think of any defense other than biting the hand of whoever was holding your left arm. A sharp sting spread across your face before a gasp escaped your mouth at the sensation. You guys were screwed.

“Don’t touch her! Let her go, she didn’t do anything!” Steve shifted on the floor towards you before a gun pressed harshly against his forehead forcing him back against the wall with a harsh swallow. 

The guard holding your arm chuckled at the action, evidently amused. “Weak. Cares what happens to her.” You could understand bits and pieces of his sentence as you silently thanked Dustin for his books on Russian translation. “Take her.”

An ear piercing scream left your throat as they tugged you backwards towards a long hallway. Robin and Steve shouted in panic, both of them too scared to try anything but fearing for your safety. Your cries continued as they pulled you out of view, Steve wincing at the sound like it physically pained him. He never liked when you were upset. He could count the times you’ve cried in front of him on two hands and he swore it hurt him more each time he sat through it and comforted you. 

Now, sitting here, with a gun to his head, Steve could only watch as you were ripped from his view with a clear expression on your face that made him sick to his stomach. You were terrified, and there was nothing he could do to help.

--

The room they held you in was freezing. A shiver ran up your spine every so often as you curled up as best as possible. Every so often you could hear a shout from Steve down the hall causing you to wince at the sound. Your shoulders were tense with the awkward position of your hands being behind your back. All you could do was sit there and wait with hopes that Dustin and Erica would come back soon with some help.

The lock on the door clicked as it shoved open to reveal three Russian guards. Your heart clenched at the sight of blood on their knuckles and you prayed it wasn’t Steve’s or Robin’s. Harsh fingers pressed into your jaw, forcing you to look up into the commander’s eyes.

“He cries for you,” He spoke as he leaned down to your face. “Lies to us to protect you. Shame, isn’t it?”

You twisted your face out of his grip as you glared up at him. “Don’t fucking touch him. I swear to God you’ll regret it.” The notion of Steve being hurt enraged you and terrified you at the same time. You were always so used to his strong exterior that the idea of him being in pain made you want to throw up.

The commander laughed at your attempt to suede him before pain suddenly radiated into the side of your already concussed head. Thrown off balance, you fell back against the bench with a harsh groan as you realized the other guard punched you.

“Oh great, you guys aren’t above hitting females, that’s awesome.” You hissed as your vision blurred again and your ears rung. The metal was cool beneath your back but it didn’t bring any comfort. “Fuck that hurts.”

“Who do you work for?” 

Cruel fingers dug into your shoulders and forced you to sit up. You groaned at the movement of your head. “I’m a babysitter. I watch kids. Steve and Robin work at the ice cream place, Scoops Ahoy.” Apparently your answer wasn’t good enough as another aggressive punch had you tumbling to the floor. The copper taste in your mouth told you that one broke skin as you attempted to roll onto your back. “Fucking hell you people are so aggressive.”

“How did you get down here?” 

Pushing yourself against the wall behind you, the thought of just screaming at them crossed your mind but you had a feeling that wouldn’t go over well. “There was an elevator at the loading dock and you morons turned it on while we were in it,” You explained as you closed your eyes, wishing this would all disappear. “We didn’t mean to, okay? And if you let us go, we’ll act like nothing ever happened and you’ll never see us again.”

The thing about hiding from reality is things caught you off guard. You always relied on Steve to keep you safe when you wanted to relax and shelter yourself from the darkness of life. He was always there too, until suddenly he wasn’t and you didn’t have time to clock the aggressive kick coming towards you. The sound of your shoulder popping out of its socket was sickening but the scream that followed was even louder.

“Holy shit!” You hissed as tears escaped your eyes at the force of the injury. If this was their reaction to honest answers, you feared what would come if they didn’t believe you. Evidently, you were on the path to finding out as two guards pulled you up off the ground and began leading you out of the room.

Digging your heels into the ground, you tried to stop their movements but it was fruitless. The pressure in your shoulder was suffocating and your head rattled with each aggressive movement. “Let me go!” You begged repeatedly, trying to kick out or twist from their grip. Another door was open and in a blur, you were tossed to the floor again with a loud groan. “Ow, oh my God.”

“Y/N!” The concern in Steve’s voice couldn’t be missed as you attempt to keep yourself from passing out. The ceiling blurred above you as you tried to blink it back into focus. “Holy shit, are you okay?”

A loud groan replaced your words as you pushed yourself onto your knees as best as possible. The light burned as you flopped onto your ass before finally looking up at him. The blood on his face was bright against his usually clear skin and you could see bruising already forming on his cheek. Other than that, he didn’t look too torn up as he sat on the metal bench in front of you. 

“Stevie…”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” He attempted to reassure you but it failed as you recognized a flitter of pain in his eyes. “It’ll be fine, it’s worse than it looks. Wh-What did they do to you?”

You let out a bitter laugh as you forced yourself to stand on shaky legs before sitting next to him. He didn’t hesitate to turn towards you and pull his feet up on the bench like you so both of you were sitting across from each other. The bare skin of his shin and calf muscle rested against yours, a small sense of comfort from the horrendous situation. 

“Your cheek is bruised,” He states abruptly as you continued to look at him. He was nervous, you could tell, but he wasn’t as tense as before you were thrown into the room. The exhaustion was clear on his face and you felt the same, you were just glad to be near him again. 

“Concussion and my shoulder’s gonna need to be popped back into the socket, no biggie.”

His eyes widened in shock before returning to their comforting gaze as he moved closer to you. The fear in his throat was suffocating and he hated knowing you had to see him like this, that you were even going through any of it. “We’re gonna get out of here.”

You laughed, letting your head rest against the wall behind you. “I wanna believe you, Stevie, but this one’s a bit harder than usual.” You were trying not to let the overwhelming sense of dread and hopelessness consume you but it was hard. Tears burned your eyes as you took a deep breath to calm yourself down. “I just wanted to watch Breakfast Club with you and eat chicken wings and sleep.”

“I know, I know, bubs. And we will, as soon as we find Robin and get out of here. I promise. Gonna make you the best damn popcorn you’ve ever had, m’kay?” You nodded to his soft statement even though you wanted to make a comment about making promises you couldn’t keep. 

Your peaceful silence was destroyed when the guards reentered the room. Steve’s body tensed next to you, both of you sitting up straighter. You wished they would just get whatever they wanted over with and leave you alone. At least then you and Steve could come up with some sort of plan in hopes of getting out. 

“I ask you one more time, who do you work for?” The commander was done playing around evidently and without giving Steve time to answer, a silver gleaming knife was being pressed against your arm.

“Whoa whoa whoa!”

“Scoops Ahoy!” Steve screamed the answer at the same time as you yelled in shock. “I’m not lying, it’s in Starcourt Mall!”

A harsh punch landed on his stomach as the blade began to cut through your skin. Gritting your teeth in pain, you refused to let out any noise of discomfort. Steve was already blaming himself, you didn’t doubt that, but you wouldn’t let him feel any worse. 

“How did you get in?”

Steve gasped for air to answer the question, “I already told you. I told you before. My delivery didn’t come, and my friends and I, we thought that it was left at the loading dock. We went in the room and then it turned into an elevator and then… and then we dropped and next thing I know I open my eyes and we’re in this… wonderful facility.”

The knife dragged through your skin slowly as you twitched in reaction, letting out a small groan that had Steve turning towards you so fast you swore he got whiplash. “No, no, no leave her alone! I’m telling the truth, I swear to God! Nobody knows about us, nobody saw us. You can just let us go alright, and-and we’re not gonna tell anybody about this, okay? Shit happens, life goes on-” 

He continued to ramble long enough before you kicked the Russian in front of you in the stomach so the knife clanged to the floor. Blood pooled on your skin before you looked away from the wound with a wince. “Fucking hell! We’re telling the truth! Just let us go!”

The soldiers laughed at your desperation for freedom as you and Steve shared a glance of confusion. There was no chance to figure it out before a guard hit Steve across the face, sending him unconscious as you yelled in protest before darkness spread across your vision and you let the welcoming sleep win.

--

“Y/N. Y/N, Steve, wake up!”

Robin’s voice echoed in your ears as you let your head fall back with a groan. Someone else was behind you as your skull connected with theirs lightly. 

“Y/N! Hi, hi. Are you okay?” Robin’s voice was clear now as you winced away from the light.

“Robs, shhh. Holy shit, I have a bad concussion,” You mumbled as you took a deep breath, ears ringing with her yelling. “Where’s Stevie?”

You tried to feel everything out: the ache in your shoulder and new cut on your arm, you were stuck with your wrists, chest, and thighs restrained against the chair behind you. Headache building each second, you turned to see Robin to your right and Steve to your left, the three of you in a triangle tied together. 

“Steve?” You whispered as you tried to nudge him awake. Him being unconscious was the last thing you needed right now, the heavy pit in your stomach finally bursting when he didn’t answer. “Steve, c’mon wake up.”

“He’s been out since they threw you both in here. They haven’t been back since. Said something about bringing a doctor,” Robin explained softly, understanding the light and sounds bothered you without you having to say it. 

You almost whined at her words, scared that maybe Steve wasn’t waking back up from the attack they landed on him. “Stevie, wake up. Wake up! You promised me we would get out of here. Wake up. You can’t leave me!” Vision tunneling and chest suddenly feeling like it couldn’t move, you feared the worst. A wave of dizziness washed over you as you tried to breathe through the tension in your throat that threatened to suffocate you. You shook your head to yourself. “No, no, no. C’mon. Not now.” 

“Y/N, are you having a panic attack?” Robin asked the obvious question as she tried to look at you. “Whoa, hey, you gotta breathe okay? He’s gonna be fine.”

“Robin, I can’t,” You sobbed as you choked for air in your lungs, feet kicking the ground harshly as you tried to wiggle out. “I can’t lose him. He’s all I have, okay? I can’t, I won’t-”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” She tried to reassure you but without being able to move, she had to rely on her words to do the best she could. “He’s probably just unconscious and worn out. He’ll be fine. If they wanted to kill him, they would’ve already.”

You knew she was doing her best but it wasn’t helpful enough to calm the racing in your heart. There was a point to her statement; if they wanted to get rid of you guys, they would’ve. Regardless, neither you or Steve did well seeing the other in pain. 

“Hey, would you stop yelling?”

“Steve! Oh, my God!” Robin’s voice was full of worry as she leaned directly back against his left shoulder to try and see him better. “Are-Are you okay?”

He took a choppy deep breath, “My ears are ringing and I can’t really breathe, and my eye feels like it’s about to pop out of my skull, but you know, apart from that I’m doing pretty good.”

“Good, good, yeah, because Y/N over here is having a panic attack thinking you weren’t gonna wake up.”

“Robin!” You whined in embarrassment at her comment, letting your head drop to your chest. Small drops of blood smeared up and down from the deep slice on your left arm. You wanted nothing more than to just go home with the kids, shower, and cuddle up for movie night. A slight sense of relief came back when you heard Steve speak. 

“Bubs,” Steve’s voice cracked as he tried to get your attention, eyes moving to look at you as best as possible. “You okay?”

Tears slipped down your cheeks at his voice and you were grateful he couldn’t see you fully. “Mhmm fine. Good.”

“That’s a lie.”

“Well sorry I’m not feeling very positive,” You mumbled back. Your injuries were starting to get the best of you and the tired feeling was hard to hold back. “Just wanna go to sleep.”

Steve’s leg kicked yours as gently as possible, his hip at an odd angle to reach you. “Nonono, hey, you have a concussion. Stay awake. You better stay awake.” You softly groaned at his word, letting your head rest gently on his shoulder even though it pulled your muscles uncomfortably. 

“I can’t believe I’m gonna die in a secret Russian base with Steve “The Hair” Harrington and Y/N Y/L/N-Harrington.”

A beat of silence followed her statement before you spoke up. “Did you just hyphenate my last name with his?”

“Mhmm,” She hummed in agreement. “Because you two are rarely separated and you love each other so deal with it. It’s just too trippy, man.”

“We’re not gonna die,” Steve responded to the first part of her initial statement, ignoring the little nudge at your relationship. “We’re gonna get out of here, okay? You gotta let me just think for a second.”

Robin ignored his request for silence and kept mumbling, “Do you remember, um, Mrs. Click’s sophomore history class? Mrs. Clickity-Clackity. That’s what us band dweebs called her.”

“God, that woman hated me,” You added. Your headache was getting stronger by the minute and you prayed Steve had some kind of pain relief in his car.

“It was the first period, Tuesdays and Thursdays and Steve was always late. Always had the same breakfast: bacon, egg, and cheese on a sesame bagel. I sat behind you two days a week for a year. Mister Funny. Mister Cool. The King of Hawkins High himself. Do you even remember me from that class?” Steve’s silence was enough of an answer for Robin before she scoffed. “Of course you don’t. You were a real asshole, you know that?”

Steve let out a small sigh before agreeing, “Yeah, I know.”

“But it didn’t even matter. It didn’t matter that you were an ass. I was still… obsessed with you. Even though all of us losers pretend to be above it all, we still just wanna be popular, accepted.”

“If it makes you feel any better, having those things isn’t all that great,” Steve admitted as he let his head drop to rest against yours gently. “Seriously. It just baffles me. Everything that people tell you is important, everything people say you should care about, it’s all just… bullshit. But I guess you gotta mess up to figure things out, right?”

“I hope so. I feel like my whole life has been… one big error.” Robin’s response pulled a chuckle from you and Steve both. Somehow in the midst of the worst moments, Robin always brought that feeling out in you. “At least it can’t get any more messed up than this.”

You let out a small noise of protest. “Don’t jinx us, please.”

“I wish I’d known you in Click’s class,” Steve continued their hushed conversation. “Really, I do. Maybe you could’ve helped me pass the class. Y/N can only help me so much before it’s impossible.”

“Hey!” You grumbled, “Listen Harrington, sometimes the student is unteachable for the teacher, okay?”

He laughed at your defense, twisting just enough to press a kiss to your temple. “I’m kidding, bubs. You did great. You always do.”

The buzzer of the door ruined the moment as the commander and his guards entered the room again. This time though, a bald man in a white shirt with dark pants came with them and you could only guess this was the doctor Robin was referring to. 

The commander leaned down in front of Steve. “Try telling the truth this time, yes? It will make your visit with Dr. Zharkov less painful.” His grimy hand ran down Steve’s neck in faux comfort as your best friend tried to lean away, wincing as the Russian’s thumb dug too hard into his bruises.

Your eyes followed the so-called “doctor” who held a large needle full of blue liquid. “Wait, whoa, what is that?” Your question was left unanswered for a moment as he continued to approach Steve. “Stop stop, leave him alone!”

“It will help you talk.”

“No, no, no!” Steve protested as the doctor pushed his head towards you before injecting the needle into his neck without a second of hesitation. 

You turned your head as best as possible as he groaned next to you. “Steve, Stevie. Are you okay?” For all you knew, it could’ve been poison and he was gonna drop dead any second. 

Shifting his jaw back and forth, he nodded to you. “Yeah, fine. For now.” 

Your attention was drawn back to the doctor who grabbed another needle from his tray, turning to you. “Oh, fucking hell.” You tried to kick at his legs to keep him away before someone’s fingers dug into the raw skin on your arm. A scream left your lips, feet dropping back to the floor as fresh blood poured from the wound the same second the needle entered your neck. 

“Let go! Get your hands off her!” Steve shouted from next to you as the doctor moved on to Robin before they left the three of you alone in the room again. 

“Holy shit,” You gasped in shock as you watched the drops of blood fall down your arm. Thankfully none of you had stopped breathing yet, so maybe whatever they gave you wouldn’t be so bad.

“Are you okay? What happened?” Robin asked since she couldn’t see what you and Steve could.

“Asshole stuck his finger in my arm.” A sharp hiss left your teeth. This day definitely was not turning out the way you thought it would. 

A few moments of silence passed between your trio. Nobody knew what to say. Emotions were tense and it had been over 24 hours since you had seen the normal sky and fresh air. You were exhausted, head leaning against Steve’s. You craved the peace and quiet of your room, his soft snores filling the air. Despite the coolness of your room, Steve’s skin was always warm and no matter how much you whined about being hot, he refused to not be holding you while you slept. 

“Honestly, I don’t really feel anything. Do you?” Steve broke the quiet with a light attempt at humor. 

“No,” You whispered quietly, voice threatening to give out from all the screaming.

“I mean, I… I feel fine,” Robin added, “I feel kinda good.”

Light laughter followed her statement from you and Steve. She wasn’t wrong, you kinda felt like you were floating on clouds. The pain faded slightly and everything just felt easy. 

“Morons,” You snorted in laughter, “They messed up the drug.”

“They messed it up,” Robin couldn’t stop her giggles.

“Morons,” Steve called out, “Hey, morons!”

“Oh man,” You sighed with a smile once the laughter died down. “There’s definitely something wrong with us.”

The door buzzer sent a ringing through your ears as you complained loudly in annoyance. You could see the familiar guards and even the doctor had come to greet you again. The clinging of his metal tools as he unpacked his bag caught your attention easily. The twinge of terror in your chest didn’t last very long, blown away by whatever they injected into your body.

“Would now be a good time to tell you that I don’t like doctors?” 

Robin’s joke was left without reaction this time as you stared at the shining tools. Now even more defenseless, you wondered if Dustin and Erica were somewhere safe. Maybe it was a good thing they never returned to help. At least you knew they wouldn’t have to see whatever happened next. 

“Let’s try this again. Who do you work for?”

“Scoops,” Steve answered bluntly causing you and Robin to giggle, “Scoops Ahoy.”

“How did you find us?”

“Totally by accident,” You answered this time, not hesitating to give them a response. It was like your brain just wanted to talk and it wanted to say anything and everything that came to it.

Some Russian was spoken, something you weren’t sure of. The doctor picked up a pair of pliers from his tool set and stepped towards your best friend. “What is that shiny little toy?” The target of the command was oblivious to the danger heading his way. 

“Stevie, maybe he’s gonna cut your hair,” You cackled at the idea of Steve losing his biggest trait. “Ha, you’re gonna be bald.”

Robin practically screamed with laughter seconds before Steve was screaming in terror as the doctor put the pliers beneath one of his nails. “Whoa, whoa, hey, hey. Wait! No! Wait! Wait!”

“There was a code!” Robin blurted, “We heard a code!

The commander seemed somewhat pleased with the information. “What code?” He pushed further. 

“The week is long. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west. Blah, blah, blah. You broadcast that stupid spy shit all over town, and we picked it up on our Cerebro, and we cracked it in a day. A day!” Robin was particularly gleeful as she explained how you ended up here. “You think you’re so smart, but a couple of kids who scoop ice cream and watch kids for a living cracked your code in a day, and now, people know you’re here.”

“Who knows we are here, suka?”

“Uh, well, Dustin knows.”

In a flip of panic you turned towards him. “Hey, Steve.”

“Yeah, Dustin Henderson, he knows.”

“Stevie!” You yelled this time, hoping the force in your voice would make him shut up. No way, no way, was he going to sit here and rat out the little boy you considered your brother. 

You hated the way Dustin’s name rolled off the commander’s mouth. “Is this your small, curly-haired friend?”

“Ah, curly-haired. Gread hair. Small. Kind of like a ‘fro. Yeah.”

“Where is he?”

Steve couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. “He’s long gone, you big asshole. He’s probably calling Hopper and Hopper’s calling the US calvary. They’re gonna come in here, commando-style, guns a-blazin and kick your sorry asses back to Russia. You’re gonna be two pieces of toast.”

Laughter burst through your lips as your head fell forward. The ups and downs of your emotions were making you dizzy but this was so fun and dangerous and sickening.

“Is that so?” The commander bent down in front of Steve’s face to mock him. You all burst into another fit of giggles that only escalated when an alarm began blaring through the base. The commander and his two guards rushed from the room to diagnose the issue.

The door slammed open as you recognized Dustin’s high pitched yell before there was a zapping noise. The doctor’s figure crumbled to the ground from whatever the younger boy did before his curly hair was popping up in your peripheral vision. 

“Hey, Henderson!” Steve was giddy at the boy’s presence in front of him. “That’s crazy, I was just talking about you.”

“Get ready to run!” Dustin’s command wasn’t left up for discussion as he yanked the belts holding the three of you together off. Erica quickly moved to untie Robin individually before Dustin’s hands were suddenly on your knees. “Y/N, holy shit. Are you okay?”

“Dusty!” Your voice was way too excited in his opinion as he tried to pull his eyes from the dried blood on your skin. His hands moved fast to free your ankles and wrists before he tucked an arm under your shoulder and helped you up. Unlucky for you, it was the one the Russians popped out of socket causing you to yelp and jump away from him. “Ow, that hurt!” Your pain was disguised in a fit of laughter as Dustin stared at you in concern. 

“We gotta go. Come on.” Grabbing your wrist gently, he pulled you out of the monotone room that had consumed your thoughts for the past few hours. Handling you carefully, he helped you climb into the back of whatever transport they had found, Steve and Robin clambering in after. The door slammed shut, the ringing in your ears making you press your hands harshly against your head. Curling into yourself, you laughed as the cart began to move making you roll around like a ball.

“Jesus, slow down,” Steve’s words were slurring together as he tumbled into your side. His hands were as careful as possible as he tried to get off of you.

“Yeah, what is this, the Indy 500?”

“It’s the Indy 300,” Steve attempted to correct Robin’s statement but failed. 

“No, dingus, it’s 500!”

“300!”

They two kept going before bursting into laughter again. Your senses were suddenly overwhelmed, the medicine they gave you blurring together as you dropped into a fit of panic. Head aching, chest tight, you clenched your fingers around your arms tightly as you tried to protect yourself as much as possible. Erica let out a shout before you were slammed against the metal walls of the cart, a cry leaving your lips as you hit your already bruised head. Dustin asked if you were alright but you were too busy trying to choke in air to answer. 

More yelling followed before hands were pulling on you, yanking you from your comforting position. Whining as you moved, you let Steve and Dustin practically carry you along slowly into the elevator you came here in. 

The chaotic elevator ride went in a blur, Steve and Robin giggling a little too loud for your enjoyment. Dustin was trying to check your best friend’s stability before his finger was poking into his neck where they had injected the drugs earlier. The ride back up to ground level didn't take too long and eventually, Dustin held your hand tightly as he led you from the elevator back out into the fresh air of the night. You thought you were in the clear and could finally go home, take a shower, and go to sleep. That idea slipped away quickly as Dustin started yelling and pulled you back through the side doors of the mall while Erica attempted to corral Steve and Robin. You caught a quick glimpse of the two Russians undercover that were running towards you.

“Whoa!” Steve shouted excitedly as your group turned a corner sharply in the back halls of the mall.

“Where are we going?” Erica asked Dustin, who didn’t give her a clear answer. Soon enough, he was pulling you through the door that led to the movie theater hallway and into an ongoing showing of Back to the Future. 

Your feet couldn’t keep up as he ran towards the bottom row, demanding you, Steve, and Robin take a seat. Steve broke out into complaints about the shitty view while shoving someone’s discarded popcorn into his mouth. 

“Whatever you do, don’t go anywhere,” The younger boy directed.

“Fine, Dad,” Steve scoffed, earning giggles from Robin. You watched Dustin and Erica shift down the aisle to two other open seats. Steve slumped down aggressively, throwing more popcorn than he could chew into his mouth, mumbling that he had no idea what was happening.

Three minutes went by of your trio staring dumbly at the movie screen before Robin spoke up, “Guys. I’m bored.”

“Me too,” Steve blurted a little too excitedly. You looked over at both of them to see their expectant eyes staring right at you. Dustin’s words be damned, you were bored and hungrier than shit.

Moving quickly to the left, you snuck back out the same hall you had walked through. Food forgotten, the water fountains you found looked much more appetizing as you crumbled against it and chugged down water like you’d never seen it before. 

Plopping on the floor, you let Robin take over the water fountain you previously occupied. Steve started conversing with her again but their words faded to whispers as you stared forward. Whatever they gave you down in the lab was causing panic after panic. Slumping forward, you wrapped your arms tightly around your legs as you tried to slow your breathing. You thought once you left that elevator you’d be free, but realizing that the guards lurked around every corner was enough to freak you out, especially when you figured out how vulnerable your group was.

“Steve!” 

Your cry had his attention instantly, laughter disappearing immediately as he turned to you. He felt bad, but whatever the guards gave him made him want to giggle again. He clumsily clattered to the floor next to you. “Y/N, hey, hey. What’s wrong?” Hands were on your arms, your bare skin touching his. “Okay, okay. That’s okay, just breathe for me.” He was trying to walk himself through the normal steps. Helping you through a panic attack wasn’t abnormal to him, and he was always willing to keep you from suffering alone. 

“I-I don’t know, it’s too much,” You admitted as you crawled into his lap, letting him hold you like a child. Tingling ran through your limbs, numb to the point where you could barely feel the warmth of Steve’s hold on you. “I can’t, it hurts, everywhere. We can’t get out of here, a-and and you, you weren’t waking up and-”

“Y/N, hey. Eyes on me, babe. I’ve got you.” His fingers were soft as they moved your chin to look up at him. He had never seen your body so tense, so rigid. He knew ever since the demogorgon attack that the nightmares were getting worse but you always, always insisted that you were fine.

You cried into his bloody uniform, hands refusing to let go of his wrists. “I was so scared, I didn't think you were gonna come back to me and I’m sorry! I’m sorry I never told you but I didn’t want anything to happen if I did and I’m just so so scared of losing you, Stevie. Can’t even imagine a world without you and I thought you left me alone and… and…”

So, here you were, a bloody mess in Starcourt Mall when the secret broke free that you had hidden from Steve Harrington for so long. Your biggest and greatest fear had always been so close under his nose and he had no idea. Maybe it was obliviousness or just denial but he had never realized how important he was to you.

You were scared, terrified, of losing him to the point where you didn’t want to risk speaking it into existence. Now, it all made sense though. The moments of hesitation when a plan involved him in the front lines, the over worry when he got into a fight, or the simple things like making him dinner and staying in his usually empty house so he didn’t feel alone. 

You couldn’t live in a world where Steve Harrington wasn’t yours.

He felt stupid that he didn’t see it sooner, but you were so good at hiding things when you wanted to. He had slowly been figuring your patterns out but this one was just right out of his reach.

“Shh, it’s okay. C’mere.” His arms held you close, chin resting on your head, tucking you into his neck as he tried to bring you any sense of comfort, to let you know he was here and he was okay. You curled closer into his body, trying not to disturb the wounds on his face. “M’not gonna go anywhere, bubs. Promise. Could never leave you.”

Robin couldn’t help but stare, mesmerized at the way the two of you fit together like missing puzzle pieces. She admired it, yet despised it because she never would get to experience it. You were like soulmates, destined to be entwined infinitely in the universe. She begged, hoped, dreamed that someone would show up and love her for her the way Steve loved you. There was a lot of room for her to grow, to open up to the two of you about who she really was and she would, soon. 

“Hey,” She cursed herself as she interrupted your small moment, her eyes drifting upwards as she let her head fall back. “Is the ceiling spinning for you guys too?”

You sniffled as you pulled your head away from Steve’s neck to look up at the indeed bright, moving lights. It was gorgeous, a blend of soft yet bright and elegant color. 

Your stomach shifted uncomfortably before all three of you were scrambling to the nearest bathroom to rid your bodies of the toxins that had been plaguing you. You tried not to be too grossed out on the bathroom floor and the cold porcelain toilet you were resting your head on. Letting out a small groan, you tucked yourself against the corner of the stall between the wall and the toilet, letting yourself slump in exhaustion. 

“The ceiling stopped spinning for me,” Robin said as she broke the silence. You could see the backs of her thighs as she let her legs rest upwards against the stall. “Is it still spinning for you?” Taking a second, you looked up and shook your head no, forgetting that she couldn’t see you. 

“Holy shit. No. You think we puked it all up?” Steve asked from the stall next to you. You could barely see his blue shoes and knee high socks against the multicolored floor. 

“Maybe, ask me something,” Robin suggested before changing to a Russian accent, “Interrogate me.”

Steve let out a small chuckle, “Okay, interrogate you. Sure. Um, when was the last time you peed your pants?”

“Today,” Robin answered without hesitation, “When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw.”

A short laugh left your mouth as Steve mumbled something about the drug still being in Robin’s system. You felt fine now - not back to normal but you didn’t feel as floaty and instead, your body was riddled with pain and exhaustion but you were just glad to be out. 

“Alright, my turn. Have you… ever been in love?”

“Yep. Nancy Wheeler, first semester, senior year,” He made a noise with his mouth to imitate a gunshot to his heart. 

Despite Steve being devastated over the situation, you were so grateful Nancy snapped him out of his King Steve persona that became so overwhelming. You had been watching your best friend disappear piece by piece, his new friends becoming your enemies with their snide rude comments that Steve didn’t really attempt to stop. So, despite Nancy Wheeler breaking Steve’s heart, you got him back and you were more than grateful for it. 

“Y/N, did you just OD in there?”

By the time you realized you were missing the conversation, Steve’s body was sliding under the metal door into your stall and shaking you back to reality. You gave him a small smile, chin resting on your crossed arms as you tucked your knees into your chest. Neither of you talked about what had happened not too long ago and you were suddenly ashamed of your reaction. 

“That floor’s disgusting,” You muttered as he settled closer to you. His hands were gentle as they grabbed your ankles and released your legs from their cramped position to rest over his lap, fingertips ghosting lightly over your shins. He needed to hold you, to comfort you the best way he knew how.

“Yeah, well, I already got a bunch of blood and puke on my shirt, so…” He waved his hand lazily towards his destroyed uniform. “Do you wanna talk about it? Robin went to get some more water for us.”

You shrugged lightly, leg twitching as you threatened to curl back into a ball. You felt exposed, more exposed than you ever did to him and usually you didn’t mind it but it just felt weird. Steve noticed, just like he always did, and shifted to sit facing you with his legs slotted beneath yours, his feet resting on the sides of your hips. Tugging you forward gently until your thighs rested on top of his and his hands sat on your waist, Steve Harrington finally looked at you the way he had wanted to for so long.

“I love you.”

Your response was automatic, “I love you, too.”

Steve smiled but shook his head slightly as he messed with you. “Nah, c’mon, babes. You know that’s not what I mean.”

You gave him a half smile, your skin bubbling with excitement. “Stevie, I think we both know exactly what we mean.” You could feel the dynamic shift, both of you could. It was obvious enough but it didn’t feel heavy or overbearing - it just felt right.

“Oh, do we now?” The smirk on his face was smug but it disappeared into the tiniest smile when you rolled your eyes at him and finally leaned forward to close the distance, your lips settling perfectly onto his. Steve Harrington was in heaven, and he was in love. He didn’t know why it had taken this long for either of you to react and make the emotions between you known after so long but he was so glad.

His hands slipped to your lower back to pull you closer into his lap as your fingers sorted through his slightly matted hair. Taking a second to breathe, you leaned back with one hand still lingering around his neck, the other gently brushing the bruises on his face. He was just so real, so close, and somehow still always yours. 

The bathroom door slamming open had you shifting your gaze to see Dustin, Erica, and Robin crowding the doorway, the biggest smile on the latter's face as she held water bottles in her hands. Steve moved slightly to see them, his hand never leaving your waist as he turned to see your friends had returned. “Oh, hey guys.”

“Okay. What the hell!”

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Your Beauty never ever scared me

TW : mention of suicide, depression, self harm and use of strong language.

Spoiler of MHA

Hi everyone, is the author here :) I just wanna say that I wrote this story also becase I wanna spread that depression exist and is a serious illness, it’s not just a sad feeling and if you need help, it’s okay to ask and it’s not a shame. I am learning that myself and sometime it’s not easy, but it gets better. 

Please ask for help if you need, stay safe and enjoy things you like, despite what others say. 

Have a good day <3 

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It was a late sunday night and you and Shigaraki were returning from a mission in which you had to take care of a silly copycat of Shigaraki himself. He was pretty pissed off, so you were trying to cheer him up, but you were not the greatest. 

“Come on Shigaraki…his lips weren’t even that cracked…he was a bad copycat!”

Shigaraki looked at you with a strange look, a mix between anger, amousement and misbelief and said:

“Fuck you y/n… come on, we must return to the others.” Shigaraki said that with a little smile on his face, he knew you were just lying and having fun. 

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i adored your shoto with an affectionate so could i request the same tihng for dabi?

yes of course i love him bro

dabi

•this man has more damage to him than anything I've ever seen and I have a teddy bear I was given the day I was born

•the lack of affection he had as a child is sad it's even worse then shotos

•so when he got a s/o who always wanted to hug him cuddle with him hold hands with him and stuff like that he was confused and thought they were just horny all the time and didn't know how to say it

• so he told them they could just tell him it wasn't something to be embarrassed about

•but when they explained they just wanted to show him affection cause they cared about him and it was just their love language he felt weird about it

•not weird bad just weird he had never had something like that before and he would describe it as a tingly feeling all around his body when

•but he like how they always held him so close and kissed him all the time

• PDA isn't something really capable of happening since dabis a villain and the closest thing to PDA is when he tries to make out with you in front of the rest of the lov which is all the time

•but in all seriousness, it would take a while like several months to realize how much he craves your touch and realizes he's in love with you

•if you wanted to touch his scars he would allow you to just not the staples since they are literally holding him together and from 80% of his body being scarred flesh

• sometimes only sometimes he lets you hold him at night and lets you tell him how wonderful you think he is and how much you love him

•honestly after a while the most important thing to him would be you he loves getting the pure love and affection from you its shown he can be loved by someone and he's trying his best to reciprocate it so be patient

• after a while you wouldn't have to instigate the affection he would be the first to wrap his arms around your waist after he got back from one of the "attacks"

•his favorite place to kiss you will forever be your neck while you have you arm wrapped around his neck

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Dabi Comforting You, You Comforting Dabi

Dabi Comforting You:

☆彡 Touya loves you so much. He hates when you aren’t happy, and he will do everything in his power to make you smile when you’re sad.

☆彡 If he sees you huddled in a corner crying, he’s sitting next to you and pulling you to lie in his lap so he can hide you from everything else but him. He has one hand on your back and the other massaging your head.

☆彡 He turns the lights off, closes the door, removes any sounds or distractions and lays you down on your bed. He tucks you in and lays next to you, hiding your face in his chest.

☆彡 “It’s okay. I got you. It’s only us. Nothing can hurt you when I’m here.”

☆彡 He waits until you fall asleep to get up. He places a pillow in your arms so you don’t wake up to the absence of his presence. He gets a thermometer to make sure you aren’t sick, and he changes your clothes into comfier ones. Then, he gets back into bed with you.

You Comforting Dabi:

☆彡 Touya will rarely show discomfort. He is in constant pain and his body feels like it’s being lit on fire nearly every moment, but he will NEVER mention it around you. He doesn’t want you to worry about him. His goal is to keep you as happy as possible, and his medical state is nothing to be happy about.

☆彡 One particular day he was in horrible pain. The league had him fighting that day and his body was barely recovering. He sat in the bathroom restapling his skin, bloody tears running from his undereye scars as he winced in pain. It hurt so bad.

☆彡 You knock on the door, wondering if he’s okay in there. “Don’t come in,” he replies. His voice cracked. He’s crying.

☆彡 You open the door and your eyes widen. You’ve never, ever, seen him like this. “Leave. You weren’t supposed to see me like this,” Touya wipes the blood tears from his face.

☆彡 You shut the door and sit next to Touya. He can’t bear to look at you. “Touya, it’s okay. I know it hurts but can you look at me?” you ask him, gently patting his head.

☆彡 “I didn’t want you to know. I never wanted you to know. I don’t want you worried about me, so I don’t tell you how much it hurts,” he responded, his voice shaky.

☆彡 “Touya, I’m always worried about you, I just never tell you. I know you’re in pain, how could you not be? You overwork yourself because you’re hellbent on revenge, so much that when you’re sleeping I have to secretly treat your wounds so you don’t wake up in pieces. Every time I smell smoke, my heart skips a beat, thinking that you’re in trouble. Whenever you leave for too long, I’m afraid you aren’t coming back because you finally fell apart and burnt to death somewhere. I look at photos of you from just a few months ago and looking at you now, your scars are deeper and worse. I’m terrified that by next year, you won’t be my boyfriend anymore, you’ll be ashes. Sometimes I wake up and the second I see that you aren’t in bed, I’m imagining your body six feet under. Despite all this, I smile, because you’re alive. You may be dead tomorrow, but right now you’re by my side, and that gives me a reason to be happy. I smile because I can hear you breathing. I smile because you have enough energy to take me out on dates. I smile because I want you to smile. We’re both worried about each other, but we both love each other. And if the boy I love is in pain, I want to be there for him, not leave him to cry on the bathroom floor. So get your ass up and let me take care of you.”

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Touya’s been slumming it on the streets for a while now. Pick pocketing here and there, even mugging and robbery in desperate times.

He’s eyeing a couple walking down the alleyway, deciding they look like good enough targets.

You and your sort-of-ex-boyfriend have finally gotten together to grab lunch after some time separated. You consider maybe giving him another chance, after all, he really didn’t mean to steal $200 from your bank account to spend on Onlyfans.

You pause in the alleyway as another figure approaches you. Before he can even finish his sentence, “Hand over your wallet—” your boyfriend pushes you forward, you falling to the ground in front of the attacker.

Touya pauses watching the absolute pansy of a man high-tail it out of the alleyway, you sitting on the ground also watching him scramble back out to the street.

Did he piss himself?

You slowly turn your gaze to the pierced man. He looks down at you, pity on his face as he holds out his hand to you.

You take his hand, standing up. “I don’t have much.” you begin.

“Nah, forget it.” Touya replies.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what do you need the money for?” you ask.

He hesitates for a moment.

Why would you care?

“Food.” Touya says.

You pause, looking down at the bag that carried your now definitely ex-boyfriend’s leftovers. You hand it over to him.

“Here. It’s soba.” you say.

Touya takes the bag, looking it over. “Thanks…”

You nod and turn to exit the alleyway.

“What’s your name?” Touya asks.

You turn back, “Y/n… yours?”

Touya pauses for a moment, he’s been going by the name Dabi for a few months now, but for some reason when he opened his mouth— “Touya.”

You give a soft smile, “Enjoy your soba, Touya.”

Touya nods in response and watches you as you leave the alleyway.

Why did he tell you his real name? Why did it sound so sweet when you said it?

“Y/n…” he repeats, your name tasting just as sweet on his tongue.

“Y/n?!” A man calls out, Touya seeing the ex-boyfriend poking his head into the alleyway. Touya’s eyes narrow and he walks towards the man, his hand igniting in blue flame.

Names are so special.

The man screams in agony as the smell of burned flesh fills the air, blue flames eating him alive.

He doesn’t deserve to say your name anymore.

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between cold soba and back alley kisses.

synopsis: somewhere between the ding of a cash register, premade soba, a lingering headache, and the smell of bleach—you meet japan’s most wanted. on your shift.

authors note: first touya x reader fic, pls he's so loser bf!! fluff so much fluff sorta soft touya?? word count 1.6k, masterlist link here.

You were a cashier at a run-down grocery store, doing anything you could to make ends meet. The place smelled like bleach and expired meat half the time, and the lights above your register flickered like they were possessed. Nothing really surprised you anymore—You were used to the peculiar customers who wandered in the daily—drifters, the half-sober, the too-loud, the too-quiet. But what did catch you off guard was him.

Japan’s most wanted standing in aisle three, in the saddest excuse of a disguise you’d ever seen—black hoodie pulled too low, black jeans, scuffed sneakers, and sunglasses like that would actually do something. He moved like he had all the time in the world, drifting through the aisles, staring at the premade noodle section like it held the answers to his sins. Ramen, udon, soba. He grabbed a few packs of cold soba—enough for more than just one person—and then made his way to your register.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just plopped the stuff down with a bit more force than necessary. The silence felt loaded. Strained. Your gut twisted a little. You weren’t a pro at this kind of thing, but something screamed at you—that’s him. Dabi. Or well… Touya Todoroki. Endeavor’s kid. The same guy who took over every screen in the country a few weeks back, spilling his father’s sins like gasoline and lighting it on fire.

Truthfully, you didn’t care much for Endeavor. Never did.

You started scanning the items, eyes flicking up just in time to see him reach into his pocket. He pulled out a crumpled wad of cash mixed with loose change. As he fumbled, the sunglasses slipped from his face and clattered to the floor.

Before you could stop yourself, you were moving—around the register, heart in your throat, hand shooting out to retrieve the flimsy black shades. You straightened slowly, back brushing against the edge of the checkout counter, one hand gripping it for support, the other extending the sunglasses to him.

And that’s when he looked up.

White strands of hair fell loose from under his hood, the black dye fading at the ends. His eyes met yours—glacial blue, clear and sharp enough to slice glass. The same eyes you’d watched staring into the nation’s soul, unflinching, as he exposed the man everyone thought was a hero.

You froze. You knew without a doubt. This was Touya Todoroki.

He took the glasses from your hand, fingertips brushing yours. Then his gaze flicked down to your name tag. His voice, low and rough like smoke and gravel rasped, “Thanks, y/n.”

Your breath hitched.

You turned back quickly, grabbing the soba and bagging it in a blur. “Here,” you muttered. “Just take it. It’s on me.”

He raised a brow. “What makes you think I deserve that?”

You hesitated, looking around. “I don’t know. Just… I think you do.”

He clicked his tongue, rocking back on his heels. Then, quieter, “I know you know who I am.”

Your posture stiffened. “No,” you said too fast, too defensively. “You’re just a customer.”

“Sure,” he said through gritted teeth, amused and bitter. “Sure you’re not scared of me.”

You swallowed. “I’m not scared.”

“And how do you know I know who you are?”

He laughed—harsh, cracked, like a smoker too far gone. “Just knew. Saw it in your body language the second I walked up.”

You glanced away. “Look… I don’t care who you are. I was just trying to help.”

He didn’t respond. Just nodded, muttered, “Alright,”

And just like that, he was gone. But not before slipping something into your pocket.

Later, you reached in. Money. He paid.

He started showing up more often after that. You’d see him on the news before your shift, then in the aisles an hour later. And now, even after your shifts, you found him behind the building, near the old crates and dumpsters, thirty feet from where anyone could see.

Tonight, he was lighting a cigarette with a flick of his blue flames. The smoke curled and drifted toward you as you walked up, making you cough.

His head tilted. “Been waitin’ on ya,” he muttered. Then he held the cigarette out. “Want a drag?”

You gave him a look. “You know I don’t smoke.”

He grinned, all teeth. “Thought maybe I could corrupt you.”

You arched a brow. “Haven’t you already?”

His expression shifted. Then, before you could say anything else, he leaned in—kissed you.

It was the first time he ever kissed you.

Messy. Harsh. Smoke and spit and something desperate.

You almost fell back, knees weak, but he caught you. Dragged you down to the ground with him, lips never parting. It was the first time he kissed you. And maybe it was wrong, maybe it was dangerous, but you didn’t care. Not when it was him. Not when you saw past the villain—saw the boy who never got held, only hurt. A boy broken by the hands of a man everyone called a hero.

That was enough to make anyone snap.

And now, here you were, on your knees, his mouth pressed to yours like he was trying to take something from you—maybe comfort, maybe forgiveness, maybe just the illusion of something soft in a world that wasn’t.

And with every encounter—every soba purchase, every lingering glance, every half-joke hiding real pain—you knew your first instinct had been right.

You were falling for Touya.

You still called him Dabi. You didn’t think he was ready for anything else. Most of what he said was sarcastic anyway—a shield made of sharp words and mockery. It was easier to joke about tragedy than confront it.

Finally, he pulled back. Breath ragged. Eyes lowered.

“Now I have,” he muttered, voice barely above a whisper.

And that’s how you started dating Japan’s most wanted. Except, to you, he wasn’t “wanted.” Not evil. Just a man. Just him—the man you loved. Not the headlines. Not the scars. Just someone hurt, and hurting, and trying.

As the days dragged on, so did the back-alley grocery store dates—shadows and neon signs, muddy combat boots and scuffed sneakers brushing under dim light. Those nights bled into mornings spent sprawled across your bed in your too-cozy apartment.

He's there now. Face buried in the warm space where your chest melts into your stomach. His boots—caked in mud and ash and whatever else followed him home—lay abandoned by the door, one toppled over, the other still upright like it couldn’t decide whether it was staying or leaving.

Your flower-shaped lamp glows golden in the corner, petals casting soft shapes across the walls. Sunlight peeks in through slatted blinds, slicing stripes across his exposed skin, from his loose white shirt slipping off his shoulder. His jacket's somewhere—maybe draped over your kitchen chair, maybe forgotten in the hallway.

The TV hums with some idle sitcom, volume low. Just white noise to quiet the thoughts inside his head.

He’s bathed in that rose-pink glow, strands of white hair falling messy across your skin, tickling you when he shifts. He smells like smoke and faint lavender, like the detergent you use and the night air you kissed into his hoodie when he left last. He looks beautiful like this. Soft. Free.

But you know he’s not. You know he won’t be—not until he ends the war with his father, the one he’s fought for years in silence and screams. But you pretend. And maybe, in some small aching way, so does he.

He shifts again, lazily, one hand sliding beneath your shirt, fingertips grazing your skin—that warmth grounds him, makes his heart remember how to beat whole.

Then he looks up. Blue irises like shattered glass and sea glass and sky all tangled in one glance. He blinks slowly, like he’s surfacing from a dream. But there’s a weight behind his gaze. You feel it before he speaks. Something's been gnawing at him—clawing inside his chest, waiting for the quiet to be spilled into.

He only ever bares it like this: nose tucked into your stomach. Cheek resting against your softness. Voice hushed, truths spilling in murmurs, never louder than your breath.

He’s told you everything this way. How he got here. What he plans to do. How the man who made him never truly fathered him. How the name everyone fears was never his choice. You know his real name. Though he’s never given you permission to use it. Not yet.

It’s sacred. A wound. A reminder.

But now, he stirs, something unfamiliar tightening in his shoulders—he’s nervous. This man—this villain who burns cities, who bathes in blood and rage—he’s nervous. And somehow, it’s the most endearing thing you’ve ever seen.

“Y/n…” His voice is quiet, rasping into your skin, a vibration more than a sound.

You hum, hand threading through his icy locks, gentle.

“Want you to call me Touya.”

You still. Eyes blinking open, lips parted but frozen. “I… I thought— I mean, isn’t that—doesn’t it hurt to hear that name?”

He moves before you finish. Rising over you now, shifting until one leg slots between your thighs, the other bracing beside you. You’re caged in, breath caught.

He’s staring. Blue eyes boring into your soul like they’ll find their place and stay there.

“No,” he says simply, but the word is heavy.

He leans in, pressing into the crook of your neck—his favorite place to hide when the world gets too loud.

“Not when it comes to you,” he murmurs, softer now. “Wanna hear you say it. If you say it, then it’s not tied to them. It’s just… me.” He pauses. Breath hitches. “If the girl I love says it… then I won’t hate it anymore.”

Touya is all bite and burn in the daylight—sarcastic kisses and half-truths wrapped in smoke. But here—when he's wrapped in you, pressed skin to skin—he lets it all fall away.

Here, he bares his teeth—rotten and real and trembling.

And you love him like this too.

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Bucky X Chronically!ill Reader HCs

T/W: medication & hospital mention

It makes him more emotional than he was prepared for — when you told him about your chronic illness, as in you explained what it is and what happens, he was entirely ready to be there for you and support you through it all. But he wasn't prepared for the days when there isn't much he can do, in fact sometimes there's not much anyone can do. It's often a waiting game, a "this comes and goes," or a simple, "can you grab my medicine?" but that's about as helpful as he can be somedays. Bucky had to get used to seeing you in pain and that was something he didn't expect.

↳ "I'm sorry I can't help more," and "you're sure there's nothing I can do?" are phrases you hear from him often. He feels ridiculous to be the one emotionally torn up, considering you're the one in pain, but it really hits him. "I thought I could be the strong one-" he explains, "but now I've realised something: with what you go through everyday, you're the strongest person I know."

Loves when you ask for him — even though you feel a bit annoying asking for this that and the other, Bucky loves to get things, do things, move things, do really anything for you when you ask. It doesn't matter the task. From asking him to bring your laptop to you, to asking him to just sit beside you and hold your hand as you try to manage the pain, he's there for you. One of his favourite things is being able to hold you. He feels like he's protecting you at least a little bit that way.

He's great with routine — since he's been in some kind of routine his entire life, he's great at getting used to yours! What medicine you take, when you take it (or when you should take it), what you can / cannot do, what flare up symptoms look like, what to do when a flare up happens, etc.

The best at reminding you how attractive you are, even when you don't feel it — post & pre- flare up / bad day, you do not feel in the slightest bit stunning, yet it's times like that when Bucky reminds you how incredible you are to him. He's not biased to your beauty only on "good days." // He finds you equally beautiful when you're on the couch surrounded by all the blankets in the house asking for a cup of soothing tea post flare, same as when you're sitting in the bath to calm the oncoming nerves of a flare you can feel building.

Confrontational — when doctors give you attitude or deny you visits, Bucky is like a guard dog let loose. He will pick up the phone and argue for hours on why you should be seen. . .with only occasional threats thrown in. Likewise, at hospitals he will go toe-to-toe with doctors who wave you off as a "lost cause" due to your chronic state. He's 100% going to be a witness for you when the doctors belittle your symptoms, starting with: "hi, I'm their significant other and I see how they live ever day so when they say that they're being very serious," etc.

↳ since he's not as used to being on the receiving end of the situations, he often gets more upset about it than you do. Once home he can't stop thinking about the rudeness and disbelief of some people, "Honey, calm down," you say, but he shakes his head, "I'm just so tired of people telling you that you don't look sick, how would they know, who are they to say, if they could live one day in your shoes-" However, he’s familiar with pain, on a consistent basis, so he’s an incredible empathiser, even though he’s overcome his own.

He's always willing to carry you — when you're feeling more fatigue than usual, you'll often just tell him that you'll stay where you are for the day, bed, couch, etc. But with Bucky he's more than willing to patiently and comfortably pick you up and bring you where you actually want to be, like from the bedroom to the living room. It's easy-peasy for him and he has to admit: he loves being as useful as he can be. This can also include carrying you up stairs, or if you have a flare up in public, on a walk, at the park, in a store, he is unashamed to pick you up and support you.

Gives you your independence, but. . . — while he doesn't make you feel you're incapable of doing anything, he does get very attached to being by your side. So, when he comes home to find you've gone out, even to the grocery store, he gets a little worried that something could happen and what if no one helps. That's when you remind him, "you know I did manage life without you." He almost blushes, realising he was being a bit needy, "but I'm extremely glad you're in my life, and I'm more than lucky to have someone who cares so much," you kiss his cheek, "but I can go to the grocery store on my own, besides last time you forgot butter."

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The Soldier Within

summary: When you end up in the hands of Hydra during a mission gone wrong, Bucky will do whatever it takes to get you back safely. Even if a part of the Winter Soldier comes out.

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

word count: 4.7k

warnings: graphic violence, kidnapping, protective!bucky, blood and injury, minor sexual assault implications

a/n: totally *didn’t* listen to ’the winter soldier’ from ca:tws soundtrack while writing;;; also trying to get back into writing so enjoy :)

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Sometimes it annoyed you how protective Bucky Barnes was. Especially when he would act as a human shield, placing himself in front of you, taking bullets to his vibranium arm, occasionally taking a bullet to his shoulder, one that would have lodged itself in your neck. God, you hated it when he did that. You knew he only wanted to protect you, but his self-sacrificing mind was too much for you. 

Sometimes it would be cute, like when he would kill a bug that made its home inside the bathroom of your room, or when he would carry you when you had a slight sprain in your ankle after a successful mission. But other times, when he would actively place himself in danger, it irritated you to no end, especially when you would sit next to him in the medical wing, watching as Dr. Cho stitched up a bullet wound or set a broken bone that would eventually heal in a few hours. 

If only you were as protective of yourself as much as Bucky was. If you were, you definitely wouldn’t have been laying on the dirty floor in the room of what you guessed was an abandoned Hydra facility, with your arms tied behind your back, the ropes digging into the skin of your wrists and your ankles.

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for the oneshot game thing: the title "daggers" + loki 💕

pairings: loki x reader, mentions of wanda maximoff, thor odinson, natasha romanoff, sam wilson, and bruce banner

warnings: loki’s daggers, i think that’s all? it's mostly fluff and oblivious lol

about: title request- daggers

a/n: finally finished! i actually really like how this came out- until the ending. i think i may just be incapable of writing a definitive happy ending for my darling god :(

loki and his belongings were off-limits. it was an unspoken rule announced in a booming voice every ten minutes. the god himself enforced it every time anyone came into the vicinity of his things, a scowl and his magic- activated by a single twirl of his hand- driving away any ideas someone could have dared to come up with.

not even thor was exempt to this rule, proven by the blade protruding from his side when he had come into loki’s room unannounced, fingers already tangled in his items within the first few minutes he had been inside.

loki’s things were not to be touched, barely even looked at; it was a rule.

but rules have exceptions, and it turned out you were this one’s.

thor was the first one to figure it out, first inkling coming from the time he spotted you with loki’s great treasure- the brilliantly blue tesseract- resting in your hands while you stared at it in awe. you were slumped down on the couch after a long mission that had left you sore and sad, even your favorite show unable to console you. it usually took you a few days to bounce back, although your heart was a little more chipped than before.

however, that day was different; loki was there. loki, who, to his surprise, despised seeing you so melancholy, and decided that the situation would just not do. and who better than a god to hold your hands and lift you to your feet? a god who held the same thing you had asked excitedly about the first time you heard about it.

so, he frowned at you and flicked his hand, a small whirlpool appearing above it and dropping his beloved tesseract into his waiting hand. you had gaped at him, startled eyes flicking from him to the cube you thought shield had safely stored away in one of its facilities. “shield thinks a lot of things, my pet,” loki had muttered simply and offered you the glowing tesseract, urging you to hold it. “r- really?” you asked, reaching for it once you got his faux annoyed confirmation and marvelling at it. “wow,” you had whispered, before smiling at loki, “thank you, loki.”

-

natasha noticed when she’d see you sneak into his room in the night- when the only thing preventing the dark sky above you to swallow you whole were the bright littered stars, observing as you took his offered book from his outstretched hand. watching as you read a few chapters yourself before ultimately deciding you liked it much better when loki was the one that read to you, velvet voice bringing the words to life, and wonderful magic making pretty images for you to look at.

steve and tony realized when they spotted you inside his room, a wide grin taking up half your face while you eyed the gold horns resting carefully in your hand. the pair had frozen in the hallway, arguing voices falling silent as they struggled to see through the sliver between the door and the doorframe. steve was seconds away from pushing the door open to remind you of The Rule when another pair of fingertips touched yours, a different voice mixing gently with yours. pale fingers lifted the headpiece from your grasp, turning it and placing it on your head with the care no one believed loki was capable of.

your gasp snapped them out of it, fearful that it was pointed at them rather than at your reflection.

sam and wanda noticed when they recognized loki’s ring on your finger. an accidental look into your mind confirmed that it had been dotingly slipped on barely two nights before, after having seen the ring on one of loki’s own digits and twirled it in circles in anxiety enough times to realize how it was always there- which was why it was so surprising when he offered it to you a morning after you had spent the night curled up with him.

he had watched as you fingered the ring he had left on his nightstand, interested eyes following every ridge and indent as if trying to commit it to memory. you had refused at first, but he had had none of it, taking it from your attentive hold and delicately putting it on your finger. he had pressed his lips to your knuckles, although you were too oblivious to see how serious his eyes truly were, how honest the truth of his actions were.

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you were the last to see it, of course, and it came when shocked eyes fell on you while you handled sharp blades with nimble fingers. “what are you doing?-” banner asked you, eyes wide, startling realization of what exactly the weapons were and who they belonged to suddenly coming to him. had he not been as scared of loki as he had, he would’ve taken them from you and dragged you off to escape the god’s wrath.

you frowned at him, pausing your actions. “just playing with loki’s daggers, they’re really impressive, look.” you grabbed the sharp side and lightly pushed bruce’s chest with the handle, making him flinch back. “you can’t touch those- do you know how much he likes them?”

you nodded, “i do, and i see why,” you bring them back to you, holding them correctly as you observed them. “you’re not supposed to touch any of his stuff,” bruce informed you, looking to the hallway leading to the elevator. “why not?” you question, genuinely concerned you had been overstepping.

“because he likes them and he doesn’t like us.”

your eyes flicker down to the ring you’re still wearing, the ghost of the weight of loki’s elegant horns settling on the crown of your head like the night he had placed them there. the realization hits you, making your eyelids flutter, daggers nearly falling from your hold when loki himself walks in, indifferent to the fact you’re in possession of his beloved daggers. bruce warningly gestures to them, oblivious, once more before walking off awkwardly, ignoring loki’s narrowed eyes in his direction.

noticing the look in your eyes, loki tilts his head, walking towards you, “is something wrong, darling?” he queries. you blink, the image of your favorite god clearer as you smile. “no,” you reply, “nothing’s wrong,” you reassure, glancing back at the daggers that make your soft smile grow, “everything’s perfect.”

and it was- especially when you kissed him two days letter, and everything his became yours, too (although it already was).