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eddiesxangel · 5 months

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Take Me to the Lakes | E.M x reader part 5/6

Summary: This summer was supposed to be the summer to work at your favourite place in the world with your best friend. But things take a turn when it isn’t your best friend you end up working with.

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cw: angst, dirty smut and more angst. 3.9k words

You’ve been grappling with yourself for days. The emotional turmoil is akin to a never-ending struggle. You are torn between two opposing forces—one driven by love, passion and desire to be with Eddie while the other grounded in reality. You know that leaving this idyllic bubble of happiness will mean facing the challenges and complexities of real life, which is causing you mental and emotional anguish.

You do, in fact, love Eddie. You have ever since you laid eyes on him. Even back then, pure infatuation turned into lust, which in turn made you fall in love with him all the same. This makes this decision that much more difficult to swallow. Your pride and reputation meant everything to you, but how could your two worlds coexist?

You played along, pretending to ignore your worries when you were around Eddie. You wanted to take advantage of all the time you had left before summer ended. Only a few more weeks, time was running out, yet it stood still when you were with Eddie. Eddie made you feel safe and wanted. Eddie makes you feel alive and free. You always felt a sense of calm whenever you were with Eddie. There was something about him that made you feel like you could be your true self around him without any fear of judgment. You never had to put on a façade or pretend to be someone you're not.

Eddie was your well-needed reminder that you don't have to be perfect to be loved and accepted. He appreciated you for who you were, flaws and all. Being with him was a source of comfort and reassurance you could always count on.

No matter how much you try to push it away, that little warning bell in your mind keeps ringing. It reminds you of all the things that could go wrong. It's like a constant companion that never leaves your side, always lurking in the back of your mind.

The fear of the unknown was overwhelming and paralyzing at times, especially at night when you were alone with your thoughts, making you feel helpless and trapped.

With Eddie, you felt like you could let your guard down and be yourself. Eddie was also judged and tried; he was nothing of the man everyone blamed him for being, but you were only you; you couldn’t make the town see him for who he truly was. Or maybe you could? But the burden would be too much, ruining the status you’ve built up your whole life. Was it worth the risk? You know Eddie would risk it all for you, but deep down, you wouldn’t be able to do it for him…

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Today, you were on Field duty with Robin, Ashton and Eddie. Not much had happened besides the four of you supervising the soccer game between your groups. So when you and Eddie asked them to cover for you for about twenty minutes, they reluctantly agreed.

You and Eddie snuck off to the barn because you were running out of places to have sex. The cabin was mysteriously boarded up the last time you tried sneaking off, so you needed to get creative.

“You’re always so horny” You giggle as he grabs your ass.

“It’s not that I’m horny…you’re just that sexy, I can’t help myself.”

“Shut up and kiss me,” You giggle.

Eddie presses you up against the raw wooded planks of the barn wall. It was stuffy and hot in there, but you only cared about Eddie. Eddie made you feel alive, wanted, and protected. You wanted him to feel the same. All thoughts are thrown out the window. You don’t worry about getting caught; you don’t worry about life after camp; your entire being is absorbed by thoughts of Eddie.

“I want you in my mouth.” You moan as Eddie kisses you deeply. You’ve made it to the barn and pulled him into a dark corner.

“You wanna get on your knees for me, Princess?”

“Mmmmmmm,” you drop down, quickly taking off the tiny green gym shorts of the camp uniform.

You could smell Eddie when you pulled down his shorts; the pheromones made your head spin. Sure, it was hot and sticky, but you needed Eddie's sweaty balls in your face. The stench of the barn didn’t even phase you as your mouth watered for him.

“Sucha’ good girl, f’me,” He praised as you took his hard cock in your mouth. Slowly, you swirl your tongue around the deep pink head before taking more of him in your mouth.

You pine for his affection, his touch, but mostly his words.

You and Eddie discovered you were both pretty nasty when it came to fucking one another. Eddie loved that you could keep up with him and his dirty fantasies.

“You always wanna be a good girl for me, don’t ya, princess.”

“Yes, Daddy.” You say before going back onto his throbbing cock.

Eddie’s head falls back as your lips latch back onto his leaking cock.

“Fuck that’s good” Eddie slowly thrusts his hips into your mouth so his cock hits the back of your throat. “You’re perfect, Y/N.”

Hearing him say your name makes you pine even more; the butterflies it gives you only makes you want to be all that much better for him, to him.

“Thank you, Daddy,” You hum, pulling away to work his cock with your hand.

Eddie can’t hold off any longer. You didn’t have much time, and someone might walk in any second.

Without warning, Eddie quickly stands you up and walks you over to the back wall. You let out a small whimper because you aren’t done yet.

“You were being such a good girl, don’t make me punish you.” He growls low in your ear. “You want your little cunt fucked, or not? Want daddy to make you feel good?”

You nod your head silently.

“I know, baby girl, you just need your little pussy to be played with, huh. Is that it?” He caressed your cheek before manhandling you onto the hay bail in the corner of the barn.

You squeak when Eddie flips you and covers your mouth with his large hand to keep you quiet.

“Shhh, we can’t have anyone walking in now, can we?:

You silently shake your head no, and Eddie's hand falls from your mouth to grip the fat of your ass.

“I want to do bad things to you,” He growls.

“So do them” You push your ass into him.

“I’ve been waiting for this all day,” He tugs on your cotton shorts.

“You’re not wearing any underwear?”

“Better for you, no?” You smirk.

A low curse leaves Eddie's throat before his hands dip lower.

“You always get this wet from sucking my cock?”Eddie glides his hands along your wet folds. “Yes, Daddy,” you gasp as his fingers make contact.

A loud screech is heard in the distance, probably a camper playing tag, but you and Eddie freeze. You both are brought back to reality; you don’t have any more time to waste.

“I want your cock inside me, please” You reach as you look back over your shoulder to kiss him.

“We might get caught.”

“Good, then everyone will know I’m yours,” you smirk.

“You freaky little minx” Eddie slides his cock between your soaked folds before slowly pushing his way inside. Inch by inch, he stretches you out.

Even though you’ve been fucking like rabbits, your body still needs time to adjust to its size.

“You okay, baby?”

You bite back hiss; it burns so good.

“Yeah, just give me a minute.

“Don’t think we have a minute, Princess.”

“What? You going to blow your load already” You giggle, only making your already tight puss get tighter around eddies cock.

“No, we are running out of time; Birdie and Rooster will kill us if we don’t hurry.”

“Fine, then fuck me like you mean it.”

The brush of Eddie’s thick cock on your inner walls was something you would never get used to. He would make you forget about everything and everyone that wasn’t solely him. Not your life outside the camp, not the pressures you felt of being perfect, not the way you are made out to be the Princess of Hawkins and certainly not the weight you felt in your chest when you think of life with Eddie after summer is over.

All those hours you spent dreaming about being with Eddie, you never thought it would come to fruition, so you never thought about the consequences if it did happen. Now that you’ve claimed you both have claimed each other as their own, you’re struggling with what to do once you return to the real world.

Would your parents accept him? No. You knew for a fact that they worked hard to get you where you are today, and they would never understand how loving Eddie makes any sense.

But none of that mattered right now; none of that even crossed your mind because Eddie had a way of making you feel like you were floating on a cloud of euphoria.

“You still with me, Princess?”

“Mmmhhmm,” you bite down to keep from moaning.

“You know I love those sounds you make, baby, but we gotta stay quiet.

“I’m so close, baby, please.”

Eddie came to know your body almost as well as you did. He knew you needed extra attention to help you get over the edge, so he reached down to work your clit with his rough, calloused fingertips.

“Shit, baby, you’re so close. I can feel your pretty little pussy squeezing my cock so good.”

“Please,” You beg as you grab Eddie’s wrist to brace yourself for your orgasm.

“Come for Daddy.” His breath brushes past your ear, and you melt under his grasp. Your body quivers as your pussy clenches, and your brain spits out endorphins through your body.

Eddie’s not far behind; the grip in which you clamped down on him was so delicious he couldn’t help it. Without thinking, he came inside of you, making sure all of it was pushed up far inside.

“Did you just?” You ask breathlessly.

“Fucking take it” He thrust every last bit of his seed into your pussy.

“Eddie,” You whined.

“What baby girl?”

“I—I’m going to be all messy; I don’t even have panties…” you can already feel it dripping out of you.

“Good. I want you to be thinking about me for the rest of the day.”

You want to wipe that cocky smirk off his face. You would have to walk around with a puddle at the bottom of your shorts…

“There you guys are!” It’s been like thirty minutes, so let's go!” Robin scolded, and you hiked up your shorts around your ankles.

You hear a “gross” as she walks away, and you and Eddie can't help but laugh.

“I’m so done covering for you guys; this is getting way out of hand.” Robin said as Eddie rejoined his campers and Ashton by the creek.

“Birdie, I’m sorry, we got carried away.”

“You always get carried away.” She rolls her eyes.

She was right. Your relationship with Eddie was distracting you from your responsibilities.

“I’m sorry, I promise. We won’t sneak off again. I owe you so many times. Whatever you need, I got it.”

Her facial expressions soften. “Fine. Only if you really do promise me?”

“Cross my heart.”

“What about lover boy?”

“I also promise he won’t do anything to misbehave.” You smirk “during camp hours.”

“You think we have time to stop by the cabin quickly before dinner?” You mumble.

“Yeah why?” She glanced at her watch

“Uh… I need to change my shorts.

“Ugh gross, ”

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As the weeks passed, your and Eddie’s relationship became more serious. He would like to take you on dates after hours. Even if nothing was around, he thought of ways to get creative. Much of it involved stealing from the kitchen and borrowing the projector from the supply cabinet for movie nights, but none of that mattered to you. What mattered was that he put in an effort you could only dream about.

Last night, you snuck off to his van. There was a mattress, blankets, and some pillows. Eddie insisted you sleep together all night and set an extra early alarm so no one would notice you’re not in the cabin.

It was risky, but you caved. How could you say no when he whispered sweet nothings into your ear while also telling you what exactly he would do to you in the privacy of his van? Eddie had a way of getting you to do anything, not that you minded. The last thing you wanted was to get into trouble, but you wanted to sleep next to him. To feel his body next to yours, to hold you.

As you awaken from a deep slumber, you feel surprisingly well-rested. You slowly open your eyes and squint as the sun's bright light peeks through the van's windows, illuminating the small space. You realize that you're tangled in the sheets with Eddie, and a wave of happiness washes over you. As you take in the sight of him sound asleep beside you, you can't help but smile.

However, your joy is quickly interrupted by the nagging thought of the alarm that was supposed to go off. You push it to the back of your mind and take a moment to appreciate this peaceful, intimate moment with Eddie. You know that time is running out, and you must make the most of the time you have left together before it inevitably comes to an end.

You've realized that this time together is incredibly precious and fleeting. The pressures of reality are beginning to weigh heavily on you, and you understand that things won't always be this easy once you return home. With only two weeks of summer left, it's important to treasure every moment together.

You hear your name being yelled out in the distance, and you panic. snap up quickly, reaching for Eddie's writs to see it is already 9:45 am. You’re supposed to be on the clock.

“Get up, oh my god.” You find your shirt and pants while Eddie stirs.

“Baby, get up! We are late!” You shake him some more, and Eddie snaps awake.

“What?? what?!”

"It’s almost ten we slept in!” You yell, throwing his shirt at him.

“Bambi?!” You hear your name yelled along with Eddies.

“Fuck” you’re freaking out as you scrambled out of the van, Eddie following close behind you.

When you stepped out, Billy was there.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” He smirks.

“Billy, please, don’t say anything.” You beg.

You knew Billy had not gotten over things. He would still comment when Eddie wasn’t around; he tried more than once to get you to come with him instead of Eddie.

“Oh, I don’t know. It’s already camp hours; everyone has been looking for the two of you, and it seems you’ve been fornicating on Camp Murdock’s dime.”

“Billy.” You warn.

“What’s happening?” Eddie joins you once he is fully dressed.

“You tell me? You and you’re little whore here—“

Billy didn’t get to finish before Eddie charged at him. He tackled him to the ground. You scream for him to stop, and you beg as you watch the two men roll around in the dirt, watching their fists make contact with one another’s faces.

Your screams must have been heard because Robin and Steve came rushing over, along with a few others, including Carol.

“Please stop! Eddie, baby, please, he isn’t worth it!” You cry.

You watch Steve and Ashton pull the two men apart, holding them back.

“What on earth is going on here!” Carol yells once the commotion stops.

“I don’t know, boss? You tell me,” Billy smirks. “Found these two playing hooky, and the next thing I know, I’m the one getting sucker punched.”

“You little—“

“Stop,” Carol cuts off Eddie before he can continue. “Is that true?” Carol turns to you with a look of disappointment in her eye.

“Not—No, not exactly… our alarm didn’t go off, and we accidentally slept in…” You look down ashamed.

“Our?” She raises a brow to you.

“Uh— mine and Eddie’s…”

“How exactly did that happen?

“We didn’t sleep in our cabins,” you mumble, embarrassed that you were dumb enough to risk this.

“I’m very disappointed in you Y/N.”

“I’m so sorry; it will never happen again,” You try to speak, holding back your tears.

“You’re right; it won’t happen again because you, gentleman…” you watch as she turns to Eddie and Billy, “Are you going home.”

“What?!” They say in unison.

“You can’t seem to be civil; we can make do with only a week and a half left.”

“But Carol—“

“That’s final!” She turns to you.

“As for you, young lady, I’ll give you a warning… I like you, Y/N, and seeing as your little boyfriend is leaving, I would like to think the tardiness will correct itself.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” You bow your head in shame.

This was not like you; you don’t break the rules, you don’t disappoint people, and you definitely do not get into trouble.

“I don’t want to waste any more time. Get back to work...and boys, pack your things. I want you out by lunch."

—

You rush over to Robin to return to your campers, whom Nancy and Cassie are looking after.

“Girl, what happened.” Robin looks at you worried.

“We slept in; Billy found us in the van and called me… it doesn’t matter— and Eddie attacked him.” You sniffle.

Robin hugged you and tried her best to comfort you, but it was useless. Everything was ruined.

You went through the motions the rest of the morning until lunch. You decided not to eat so you could say goodbye to Eddie.

Billy had already packed up and left while Eddie brought his stuff to the parking lot.

“Baby,” you whisper, trying not to startle him as you walk up to him from behind.

“Hey.” He sounded annoyed.

“I’m sorry, I tried to tell you we would get in trouble, but I—“

“I get it, it’s my fault, and now I’m being punished. It is what it is.” He flung the duffle into the mattress where he made love to you the night before.

“Eddie, listen to me,” you beg.

“What?” He snaps at you.

“Oh my god, this is exactly why we can’t be together when we go home. You’re too unpredictable, and your temper is too hot.” You snap back at him.

"What do you mean we can’t be together when we go home?” His face fell.

“I—I”

“You were planning on breaking up with me when summer was over?! Was that it? Perfect little Princess can’t be seen with the town freak! God forbid I taint your reputation.”

“Eddie—wait.”

“So what was your plan exactly? Make me fall for you just so you can rip my heart out? You’re sick, y/n.”

“No— please let me explain!”

“I care for you, don’t you get that!

“And I don’t!? God, Eddie, I’ve been in love with you since I was sixteen.”

"If you told me that yesterday, I would have believed you… but now…. I feel like I don't even know who you are."

"Believe me, please.” You beg, “I love you."

“Then act like it!”

“I can’t, don’t you get it? I can’t be me at home. Have you ever seen me like this in Hawkins?” You pause for his response, but he stays quiet.

“Exactly, no. and there is a reason for that!”

“This isn’t high school anymore; the world is much bigger than Hawkins. You can be whoever you want. You don't have to please mommy and daddy anymore.”

“I can’t”

“Why? Give me one good reason.”

“I—I—just…I can’t.” You really couldn’t. Eddie was right, but you were so scared. You were a coward.

“Fine, I’ll save you the trouble. We are done. That’s what you wanted. You’ll return to your perfect life and move on without me.”

“Eddie, please,” You cried. Tears were blurring your vision as you watched him get into the van.

None of this was supposed to happen this summer. You were supposed to be with Ashley, getting over Eddie Munson and not falling more and more deeply in love with him, only to break your own heart.

You made a terrible mistake.

“Where are you going?”

“Home. I have a long trip ahead of me.” he slams the door shut.

“Baby, please,” you grabbed his door handle to open it, but it was already locked.

“Let go.” He tells you when he rolls down the window.

“Can’t we talk about this? Please, you need to understand,” You begged.

“No, I understand it perfectly, baby; you don’t want me.”

“Baby, please, I am so sorry. I love you. I didn't mean it!” You cry.

You cry and cry, and Eddie can no longer watch. He is hurt, he is broken, and he can’t watch you sob any longer, so he puts the car in drive. He didn’t believe you when those three words fell from your lips.

You froze as Eddie drove off without so much as a goodbye. This was not how you wanted things to end. You didn’t want things to end. Eddie was the best thing to happen to you. You needed him in your life. You could not go through life without him now that you’ve had a little slice of heaven with him this summer. You fucked up; you fucked up badly and needed to fix things.

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lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom · 6 months

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Familiar Faces

Tech x Reader

Summary- Techs death was not a reality you were ready for, you relied so much on his love. After months of grief, you find he might not actually be dead.

A/N- SPOILERS FOR TBB SEASON 3 EP 7. I know nothing is confirmed about Tech, but watching this newest episode has got my brain working overtime with fic ideas!

Word Count- 2,708

The cart creaked across the rail line, sending shivers down your spine. There wasn't much keeping all of you up. Inches from falling thousands of feet to your death. The clouds didn't help either, you couldn't see anything.

You fired away, missing most of the time. Everything was happening so fast. A mission gone wrong. Your thoughts were stopped by Hunter's yelling.

"Three ships inbound!" He informs, even when you saw nothing in the sky- you trusted him. He knew better than any of you.

Shortly you heard them coming, the roar of the engines were loud. Soon followed by it's blaster's shaking the cart.

"Tech we need power!" Hunter commands. You work on pure adrenaline and fire at the ships closing in.

One of them is shot down, but not before it knocks out one of the support hooks. You feel the ground shift down, leaning.

Like a breath of fresh air, you hear Tech's voice. Him yelling back "Echo, Now!" was enough to calm you.

"We're online!" Echo retorts. You can't help your grin rising. Finally, things were looking up.

Though, you didn't need Hunter to tell you three more ships were headed your way.

"Tech, hurry." You called out.

You and Omega blasted at one of the new ships, effectively destroying its wing. It crashed down in a black smoke.

From this black smoke a fourth ship came. It was too quick- it shot at Tech, who was still running towards you. He gave a yelp as he fell off the support beam.

Your eyes widened as you gasped, body craning to try and see him. He had a hard landing, but was standing to his feet on the falling compartment of the cart.

It rumbled and shook, about to crash down.

You ran to the back of the cart, trying to get closer. "Tech!" You watched in horror as he tripped back with the rest of the detached pieces.

His grappling hook barely caught onto a stray metal piece. His body bounced back at the tension. "Don't move! I'll pull you up." You tried to reach his line, but it seemed impossible without everyone toppling over into the abyss.

"I-I can't reach!" You called over comms.

"I will climb up, do not risk falling over." You nodded at this, forgetting he couldn't see you. He was more worried for you than himself.

"Come on Tech, hurry!" Wrecker booms, coming over to see what the status was.

You could feel Tech roll his eyes, "I am climbing as fast as I can!"

His grunts break your heart, he panted as he tried to pull himself up. Storm troopers still fired all around you. One of the blast forcing Tech to fall even further.

"Tech!" This time it came from Omega. Your heart was beating too fast to think and speak. You were so worried.

"Why aren't we moving?" Hunter asks Echo. "The cart is being ripped from the back."

The very cart Tech was holding on to for dear life.

You frantically looked to Hunter. "Wrecker, get him on board!" He instructs.

"No, you're too big." You push past Wrecker to take a step on the falling cart.

It creaked loudly, almost giving out. "NO! Don't!" Tech yells up at you. Your eyes connect through the ripped metal. "Any shift in weight could send both of these carts over."

Incoming ships shoot at Techs line, he dropped down again.

"You must sever the connection hinge. Now!" Tech says.

Your face falls. "Are you crazy! No, you'll go over!" Tears welled up in your eyes. There had to be another way.

Another creak and shift. You were almost thrown over by the rocking.

Tech gave out a heavy sigh. This time he spoke gentle, saying your name. "There is no time..."

"Tech, please no!" You begged. He pulled out his blaster, not looking away from you. He was going to sever the connection himself.

"No!" You screamed, desperate. Your tears were falling faster than ever.

"Plan 99... I love you" He started. With a deep breath you yelled, "Don't you dare!"

"You can't! Please!" You sobbed, still trying to get closer. You heard Wrecker straining behind you, he was trying to hold the falling cart up.

"When have we ever followed orders?"

A shot rang out, he fell.

A piercing scream erupted. You almost didn't recognize that it was your own.

Your instincts kicked in and you tried to leap down, like you could still save him somehow. Wrecker was too fast and caught you, his arm throwing you back into the safe cart.

"No, NO let me go!" You tried to fight off Wrecker, but he was far too strong. He pinned you down easily.

You were hysterical, arms wailing at anyone who kept you from jumping after him. Later, when you were thinking straight- you'd thank them.

"He's gone, he's gone!" You sobbed out, devastated. Your screams filled the air, shocking a few storm troopers close by.

Echo wired the cart to start moving and get everybody to safety.

That was months ago. Just the thought could bring you to tears. You had lost everything you felt the reason to live for. He was your everything. His incompetence for social queues, his punctual speech, his stupidly intelligent brain. All of it was yours, and now it was all gone.

A deep depression fell over you, the only thing driving you was Hunter and Wrecker. They inspired you how hard they fought for Omega. It warmed your heart in your worst times.

It hurt immensely when you heard his name, but it got easier to get out of bed. It got easier to smile again.

Eventually, you reconnected with Omega and started defending Crosshair. Something that was typically Tech's job... You knew you had to take on more responsibilities and make up for the time you were down.

You constantly wondered if Tech would be proud of you.

You and the rest of The Batch found yourselves helping Rex, then... escaping with Rex. An enemy assassin leading the Empire to us.

The nine of you hurried down a secret passage way, to a leach vessel.

The soft clicks of the steps soothed you in some wicked way, even when everyone was running for their lives.

"Stop!" Crosshair yelled out. You turned to look at him, he took a few steps back to look out a carved hole in the stone. "They are coming..."

Just then, a shot rang out. Another assassin hung from the inner walls.

Crosshair ducked behind the wall, "Go, I'll handle it."

The rest of the squad moved down, but you stayed. "I'll help."

That was until you peaked around the hole, getting a glimpse of the man. A rush a deja vu consumed you. Your breath quickened. Why was this man so familiar?

You pushed it down, you had already let your feelings get the best of you too many times. It can't happen again. You fired at him, Crosshair backing you up.

Crosshair put an explosive at the end of his shotgun, catching the man off guard. It threw him off the wall. The two of you headed to the ship.

A blast to the ship sent all of you crashing down. You briefly heard Rex sending Echo a message about an extraction.

Commotion ensued, but it all ended with you falling and getting a bad headache. Your helmet did not do much to cushion the hit.

The rest of the team was briefly recovering from the crash as well, but you had to get a move on.

"We've got attack shuttles inbound." Hunter noted.

"This way." Rex lead.

You traveled on foot in the woods, trying to lose the storm troopers. Fighting them off was light work. One however, stood out from the rest.

Crosshair proved your suspicions when he frantically turned around, gun raised.

"What is it?" Hunter questioned. He got his answer when the assassin shot at us.

With our numbers down and the assassin having the upper hand, Crosshair suggested "I'll draw his fire out. Get to the rendezvous."

You heard Omegas small voice through comms, "I don't like that idea..."

"Too bad." He responds, already crouched behind a rock to fire.

Looking at Omegas worried gaze, "Go, I'll make sure he doesn't get himself killed."

Omega nods at you, then joins Hunter's side. Crosshair just grunts in acknowledgement.

In truth, Crosshair didn't need you. Though, you both knew that Omega needed the peace of you fighting with him. Two verses one had much better odds.

You heard Rex commanding the rest of the squad to move out. You and Crosshair pursued the assassin.

He gave out hand signals, letting you know he was above you. You nodded, sneaking around.

The assassin saw you easily, perfect. He was distracted just enough for Crosshair to get a hit on him, knocking his balance off.

Your face dropped when the assassin recovered in record time, it was like he hadn't even been hit. He now caught you by surprise when he shot at your hand, you lost your weapon. Damn. All you had left was a blade, which you now grasped.

To your dismay, Crosshair had already taunted the assassin away from you. No doubt on purpose.

It took you a minute to find them, Crosshair had followed him to a waterfall. One with rapids at the bottom. The booming of the current was distracting.

You crouched down, keeping a low profile. Crosshair and the assassin fought vigorously. When you saw an opportunity, you jumped.

You tried to get your blade around his neck or at least cut his suit. The assassin was stunned for a second, giving Crosshair time to recover.

The man disarmed you, overpowering you in strength. You fell back with a thud, your helmet flying off. You scrambled to stand, but was forced to stay down because of a stray blast. It just missed your head.

The assassin seemed to know every single move Crosshair made. Like, he had studied Crosshair's fighting technique multiple ways, There was only one man who you knew did that, and he was dead.

The stranger knocked Crosshair to his knees, a gun to his head.

The man now looked to you, ready to dispose of you as well.

You sat up, but did nothing to fight back- fear of him shooting Crosshair.

He however, stopped in his tracks. You just stared, confused. He looked to you, maybe in disbelief?

He, not moving his gaze, stunned Crosshair. You were in shock that he didn't kill him... The thud of Crosshairs body made you jump.

You slowly rose to your feet, you somehow didn't feel threatened by the man anymore.

Now that you stepped closer to him, he stepped back. He seemed to be fighting with himself... Throwing his blaster as far as he could away.

His hands moved to grip the sides of his head, in pain. He stumbled back, head barred down. With a loud 'thud' he fell on his rear.

He scratched at his helmet, trying to take it off. Something inside of him wouldn't let him. He was in turmoil with himself.

Did you feel pity for the man? You slightly shook your head, baffled at what you saw. He was so vulnerable now, you should have killed him for what he did to Crosshair. At least Stun him.

You couldn't find it in yourself. He looked so confused with himself, so conflicted. Your heart wrenched, but why?

Your own actions shocked you, stepping closer to him. You lowered yourself to your knees, inches away. You were skeptical but determined.

He stopped his frantic movements when your hands moved to his head. He let you do as you pleased, frozen in place.

You kept your eyes on him as you gently lifted his helmet. You only got it up enough to see the mans eyes, a deep brown. That and his face structure was enough to tell you who it was.

The face you spent hours drooling over, embarrassing stares caught at, nights laying with. The very face you saw fall thousands of feet down to a cloudy abyss.

You gasped loudly, scrambling back. No, NO. It wasn't him. It couldn't be him...

Your reaction seemed to have broken him out of his haze. His helmet fell back down, covering his face. He, almost instinctively, moved to you. You were too shocked to fight back. He swiftly grabbed your wrist, pulling you up.

The grip was tight, you winced. The man realized his mistake immediately and loosened the grip. if he wanted to kill you, why was he worried about your wrist?

When you were sitting back up, the man reclined on his knees. He slowly moved his hands up to the helmet again, this time with more control.

He raised it completely off. It was him.

Both hands moved to cover your gaping mouth. How? HOW?

"T-Tech?" You called out, voice cracking.

He squinted his eyes and had one hand holding the side of his head in pain.

"You must take Crosshair and run, now." He ended by saying you name desperately.

"W-what? No, I am not leaving you. Tech, what happened? How are you alive!" You leaned to him, wanting nothing more than to hold and kiss him.

He moved back, your touch like fire.

"You have to go. I do not know how much longer I can hold off the chip. I do not want to hurt you." He looked at the ground, ashamed.

"You won't. I know you won't..." You moved closer again, resting a hand over his. You slowly moved it off of his head, holding it. He breathed hard.

"Any better?" You ask. "Yes, I would suspect my will to keep you safe overrided the new chip the Empire has put in my head." You smiled, finally leaning forward to hold him.

The second your arms wrapped around him, you sobbed. It all felt like a dream- well, nightmare.

"I thought you were dead... Tech, oh my Tech." He hugged back, petting your hair. You both frantically proclaimed 'I love you's.' But, he soon pulled away.

"I will not put you at risk any longer." He moved to stand up,

"I just got you back, why are you leaving me?" You couldn't understand.

He stood up, saying your name in a whisper. "I thought I made it clear. My new inhibitor chip is stronger. I am assigned to kill you. I do not want to do such a thing, ever."

"Tech, just please come with me. Rex is with us, he can help remove this one. Just like the others..." You grabbed onto his arm, pleading. How did he expect you to walk away, leave him behind. Especially when you just figured out he was alive.

"I suppose that might work..." He rested a hand to his chin, thinking. More tears flowed from your eyes, he was exactly how he was before. Always calm, always thinking everything through with a steady heart beat.

You looked up at him. "Please, I need you. I-"

"I know. I need you too. I uh- I apologize for shooting you." He said as-a-matter-of-factly.

Your eyebrows furrowed, "You didn't mean to.." You leaned up to kiss him, but something switched in him.

His face twisted and turned, he stepped back. He was fighting himself again, now a hand reached for his blaster. He looked up, face cold and blank. He pointed the gun at your face.

"Tech, Tech, it's just me!" He didn't care, he had a mission to fulfill. The chip was regaining control.

Suddenly, his body quivered and shook. He fell to the ground. Crosshair stood behind.

"Please don't kill him!" You ran to him, making sure he was aware of the situation.

"I know, his chip... I'll carry him back. Rex can look at him." You were hopeful, he was coming home.

It would be a rocky start, but he was alive. He was alive and half-conscious. That was a problem for when you got back on the ship.

For just a second, watching Crosshair hoist Tech up, you relaxed. The pounding of the water on rocks soothed you.

He was alive...

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I hated the ending, sorry ya'll had to go through that. I didn't know how to end it! I was so motivated with this plot, then kind of lost it. Expect a Crosshair fic this weekend!!!

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soapyghostie · 6 months

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Hey! Absolutely random request, but imagine reader being a tired person that out of wounds and stress they just fall asleep when they're being carried, about to go on a hook. How would the dbd killers(any, really) react?

Like, imagine. Being carried, without anything under legs can already make someone sleepy if they don't have adrenaline pumped through their veins. Plus, i know that having wounds(aka blood loss) can make people very tired.

Since this request it a little vague, I decided to get a little creative with it and wrote some angst because I’m a sucker for angst with dad slashers (except Frank is your big brother in this request). 😭 Hope you enjoy!

The Ghost Face/Danny Johnson

Danny would be confused at first, bloodlust still kicking through his veins even after killing all our teammates as he carries you, his injured daughter, to the hook (Sorry (Y/N), he’s just doing his job. No hard feelings). He’ll pause for a moment, trying to process the fact that you feel asleep on his shoulder.

As he realizes that you fell asleep due to exhaustion and stress from your wounds, Danny’s demeanor would soften and his parental instincts within him kicks in. He’ll gently adjust you in his arms from being thrown over his shoulder to being carried bridal style, ensuring that you’re comfortable even as he still proceeds to hook you.

Seeing you in such a vulnerable state would stir up a lot of internal conflict in Danny. He’s torn between his role as a merciless killer and his love for you as his daughter as he hesitates to sacrifice you to the Entity. Danny’s had a lot of bad performances in trials lately and he really needs the 4K. However, to get the 4K he needs to sacrifice you. Of course it has to be you: the Entity is so cruel.

As to not get punished by the Entity, sadly, Danny will throw you onto the hook. Danny would feel a pang of remorse and sadness. He knows that he’s the cause of your pain and exhaustion, and seeing you in such a vulnerable state serves as a painful reminder of the life he’s subjected you to. He silently reflects on his actions and their consequences. He’ll gaze at your sleeping form dangling from the hook, grappling with the complexities of his emotions and the choices he made.

Despite his conflicted emotions, Danny remains committed to his role in the Entity’s twisted game. However, Danny’s determination to protect you remains unwavering. He’ll play the Entity’s game and continue this dark path as a killer if it means to ensure your safety as he doesn’t want you to be harmed as a result of his shortcomings…

The Legion/Frank Morrison

Frank would be initially shocked and panicked to see you, his younger sister, in such a vulnerable state. Despite his tough ‘bad boy’ exterior, he deeply cares about you and seeing you hurt triggers his protective instincts.

The sight of you falling asleep from exhaustion and stress while carrying you to the hook fills Frank with anger and frustration. He’ll curse under his breath, feeling powerless to protect you and frustrated with the situation at hand. First off, your god damn heavy after going unconscious and, secondly, he has no choice but to hook you due to the amount of failed trials he’s had lately to try and please the Entity.

Despite his anger, Frank, also like Danny, would feel a sense of inner conflict. On one hand, he wants to lash out at the Entity for throwing her into a trial with him, but on the other hand, he knows he has to get the 4K by hooking you so you end up safe and sound at the survivor camp instead of the agony the Entity threatened to put you through if he didn’t start stepping it up in trials. You’re the reason he has the strength to keep going in this awful, twisted game of cat and mouse.

Frank would grapple with the feeling of guilt and responsibility for your condition. As your older brother, he feels entitled to preventing you from getting hurt in the first place and blames himself for everything that has happened to you. Despite his conflicting emotions, he would carefully and gently place you on the hook, making sure you're as comfortable as possible given the circumstances. As he watches you sleep on the hook, Frank would have a quiet moment of reflection. He reminisces about y’all’s childhood together and vows silently to himself to do whatever it takes to keep you safe.

Seeing you vulnerable would only fuel Frank’s determination to perform better in trials. He would be even more relentless in his pursuit of survivors, driven by the desire to protect you from the Entity’s hungry claws.

The Shape/Michael Myers

Michael would pause, a flicker of confusion crossing his expressionless face. The sight of you, his daughter, falling asleep despite the dire circumstances briefly disrupts his usual relentless pursuit to satisfy his murderous desires.

Deep within his obscured psyche, a conflict brews. While Michael is driven by an insatiable urge to kill, his parental instincts stir, conflicting with his murderous impulses. This momentary hesitation leads to a brief internal struggle, the likes of which observers of Michael would never perceive.

Despite the task at hand and the chaos of the trial, Michael momentarily freezes, holding your unconscious body with an eerie stillness. His iconic breathing momentarily ceases, as if he too, like Danny and Frank, were contemplating the peculiar situation.

In a rare display of tenderness, Michael gingerly adjusts your position, ensuring that you're comfortable even as he prepares to hook you. His movements would be precise, almost caring, as if he’s trying to shield you from further harm, even in your unconscious state. As he gazes upon your sleeping form, fragments of memories flicker through Michael’s mind. Images of you as a child, innocent and untouched by the darkness that now envelopes you both, momentarily soften his gaze, perhaps even cause a subtle twitch at the corners of his mouth – a long-forgotten smile. You are his world.

Ultimately, the weight of his desire to kill and the futility of his attempts to connect with you wash over Michael. With a heavy heart hidden beneath his iconic mask, he proceeds with the task at hand – sacrificing you to the Entity. With a solemn determination, Michael carries you to the hook, his obsession with killing eclipsing any semblance of any paternal sentiment.

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birbnest · 3 months

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I've figured it out, why I'm always a bit thrown about people defending Blitz this episode. Like don't get me wrong Stolas has not been perfect and has to grapple with his classism/etc. But like, in my head, I've always gone, 'but that isn't the point of this episode/fight/current conflict' but didn't really have the words to explain. But now I do.

Because, the whole point of apology tour (and everything that built to it) is that even if Stolas was a perfect boyfriend, even if they didn't have the complicated power dynamic and Stolas being really demeaning, etc, none of it matters because it would always have ended the same. Blitz would always set fire to the relationship the moment he confessed his love, it's what he did with Verosika after all. It's what he's implied to have done with more than half the people at the party.

Stolas could have been perfect, and nothing truly would have changed. Blitz right now is incapable of letting someone love him without lashing out. The whole prince thing is just a convenient excuse to yell and scream about, it's not actually the point. Like don't get me wrong, there's truth to it, but Blitz is weaponizing it to shove Stolas away. If he didn't have that, he would find something else to use against him.

I love Blitz, but he's a terrible person. His trauma only explains his actions but doesn't justify them. Apology Tour is the episode that finally shoved in his face his fuck-ups in all their glory, and gave him the wake-up call to finally do something about them.

#helluva boss #stolitz #helluva boss blitz #blitz #blitzo #blitzø #helluva boss spoilers #to add this is why in think complaints about not acknowledging stolas's issues in the relationship #in this episode dont really work #cause like while Stolas is in this episode a lot #its not actually about him #this is 1000% a blitz episode #of his grappling with the effect he has on others #theres time to deal with Stolas's problems later #and vitally i dont think they can have a productive comversation about stolas's mircoagressions #until blitz is in a headspacr were he can be rational about Stolas #like hes currently using it as a weapon to shove stolas away which doesnt help stolas actually understand what hes done wrong #tldr blitz needs to figure out his own shit before having a convo wirh stolas about his #oh god that was long ahhhh #(also this is all in good faith if u have different thoughts abour stolas u good this is just my opinion)

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randxmthxughts · 2 years

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Unrequited - Chapter 1 - Tsu'tey x Omatikaya!Reader

prologue (technically you can skip it, but i recommend checking it out for the backstory)

summary: y/n had been in love with tsu'tey since they were kids, watching him get his heart broken over and over, until he became hardened. on one particular night, she offers him intimacy with no expectations in return, which sparks up a complex relationship between them. they grapple with guilt, unrequited love, and newfound intimacy, as y/n and tsu'tey navigate the depths of their feelings for each other

wc: 5.1k

contains: one-sided love, angst, smut, friends with benefits (ig), smut in this chapter!

note: the events take place in correspondence to the first movie, right after the final battle with the sky people

a/n: you guys asked for continuation, so i decided to turn it into series. i don't know how many chapters i'm planning to write but i do have a structure that i'll be following, so we'll figure it out together, as we go. i really hope you enjoy it. nothing else to say, just thank you if you reblog or comment ♡

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The aftermath of the war between the Na'vi and the RDA was a somber and devastating sight to look at. The once peaceful and serene landscape of your home was now just as scarred and disturbed as your own mind. When you looked at the scorched earth underneath, and the sorrowful faces around you, your thoughts involuntarily raced back to Tsu’tey. Guilt consumed you for allowing yourself to care about him at a time like this, for recalling the night you had shared with him in the clearing, when you had offered him a piece of you, expecting nothing in return. And yet, despite Tsu’tey’s cautious words, deeper in your heart there was still a longing for more.

Tsu’tey made it clear that his heart would always belong solely to Silwanin, his true and only love. And as you watched him suffer through the endless loss and heartache, you came to a painful realization that there would be no place for you in his life. He had become so hardened to reality, that he no longer cared for his own happiness, the duty of protecting his people becoming the only will to live. That night, when he became aware of your feelings for him, he pitied you for choosing to love someone as damaged as he was.

Watching the clan rebuild and heal from the wounds inflicted by the war, you were convinced to follow the same route. Instead of dwelling on the aftermath, you had approached Mo’at to join the other healers, as soon as the clan returned back into the forest. For the first few days, as warriors brought back injured Na’vi, you followed Mo’at, assisting her in treating the wounded. You silently prayed to Eywa that Tsu’tey wouldn’t be among the wounded, or even worse.

It was on the fourth day that you finally saw him. When Tsu’tey stepped into the healing tent, close to midnight, his eyes widened at the sight of you. He clearly did not expect to find you there instead of Mo’at. Your gaze traveled from his face to his left arm, predicting that he had suffered a broken bone. It was wrapped tightly in big dried leaves that mimicked the shape of his muscles and fixed his elbow in a flexed position. Flat pieces of wood were pressed alongside his bones, tied with smaller strings around his skin. Another thicker string supported his arm in the air, going around his neck.

For a moment, the broken arm offered you a momentary distraction from Tsu’tey's piercing gaze, but the knots in your stomach tightened nonetheless. The tension left from that night still lingered uncomfortably between you.

“Y/N,” he cleared his throat, “Is Tsahik out?”

“She is keeping watch over Atwäm tonight, he’s gotten worse,” you answered with a heavy sigh, recalling the said warrior’s severe state. Mo'at had predicted that the end of his suffering was drawing near. “What happened to your arm?”

“Nothing, I got thrown off my ikran and landed on my arm,” Tsu’tey shrugged his shoulders dismissively, “Mo’at told me she’d change my dressing, but I’ll come back when she’s here.”

“No need, I can help,” you said softly, earning his surprised look.

“Do you know how?”

“Yes. Sit.”

Without waiting for his response, you turned your back to Tsu’tey and began carefully selecting the supplies needed for his treatment. Refreshing his cast didn't make you nervous since you had already assisted Mo'at with a similar task just the day before. Moreover, it was surprising that you were able to maintain your composure around him, even though the last time you saw him, you were almost choking on his member. That vulgar image left emptiness inside you.

Tsu’tey hesitated for a moment before slowly lowering himself to the ground, watching you move around with ease, like a fish in the water. He felt a ping of guilt for not knowing this about you, truthfully, he had no idea that you were even interested in healing, let alone that you have been helping out the other healers for the past few days.

When you returned to him with the supplies, you took a seat beside him, quietly beginning to untie the string holding up his arm. You instructed him to keep it in the same position for you, and Tsu’tey obeyed, trying his best not to move. Your hands worked with precision and care, peeling away the dry leaves, and the flat pieces of wood that you put aside to reuse. You could feel Tsu'tey’s eyes on you the entire time, sensing that he had something to say but was holding back.

“I am sorry that I haven’t spoken to you since the duel,” his voice was hoarse. You shifted uncomfortably, trying your best to concentrate on your work.

“You don’t have to apologize. There was a battle far more important.”

“Still, I can accept it if you think of me as an unreputable man because of what I did. But I do not wish for you to believe that I avoided you on purpose.”

“I don’t think either of those things about you, Tsu’tey,” you finally looked up at him, “Would you consider me an unreputable woman?”

He shook his head, validating some of the doubts in your head. If anyone found out about the intimacy you shared with another man without mating before Eywa, it could have stumped your chances of mating with anybody else. Of course, bonds were sometimes made and broken by the guidance of the Great Mother, but you did not think about it. Frankly, you weren’t sure if you could give yourself to anyone else but Tsu’tey, even if Eywa had surrounded you with signs. It was something you figured out a long time ago, ever since Tsu’tey had mated with Silwanin and you knew that you didn’t stand a chance, yet your heart still yearned for him. No amount of attention and courting you received made your heart flutter the way it did when his eyes would land on you even for a second. You had gotten used to the idea of either ending up with someone you did not love, or remaining alone and dedicating yourself to your studies.

“I feel like I betrayed you,” he shook his head, unable to express the depth of his guilt.

“Why?” you frowned in confusion.

“I promised to always protect you when we were kids. And then I took something from you, and you can’t get it back.”

A lump of shame gathered in your throat, making it harder to breathe. Did he really think you were broken now because of what happened between you two?

“I do not regret it,” you lifted your chin up, “I would rather give a part of myself to a man I love, rather than give nothing to anyone.”

Love. Tsu’tey’s heart clenched at the obvious nature of your feelings for him. He hated himself for not being able to reciprocate your love, for torturing you.

“I gathered the leaves this morning, so your bandage should last longer,” you commented, diverting the conversation.

As you applied the sticky paste, followed by a clump of leaves, you pressed them firmly onto his skin, shaping it like a protective armor. He hummed, trusting your words, as you worked in silence. When you leaned in closer to reach the tie over his neck, his breath ghosted over your skin, and your heart raced in your chest. Tsu’tey’s hand instinctively reached out to support you by your waist, and you cursed inwardly at the rush of sensation that flooded your body.

Despite the awkwardness and discomfort both of you felt, your thoughts still drifted back to the night when you heard him whimper under the touch of your lips. The way his skin shuddered, when you pressed wet kisses against it, feeling just as nervous and excited to hear his satisfied moans. With trembling hands, you quickly tied the string into a tight knot around his arm, before pulling away, desperate to put some distance between you.

“Thank you.”

“You need to come back for a new bandage, once the leaves dry out.”

“Again?” Tsu’tey frowned, clearly dissatisfied with your instructions.

“As many times as it takes until the bone heals fully.”

“I hate this,” he huffed, “It is itchy and uncomfortable. I cannot fight like this.”

“Fight? The battle is over, Tsu’tey,” you rolled your eyes at him, “Eywa must forgive you for your ungratefulness. The worst of your worries is the itch on your skin that you cannot tend to, instead of losing an arm like Tsay'ä.”

Tsu’tey’s eyes narrowed at your remark, recognizing that sassy tone you used to reserve for Neytiri during your playful arguments. You had rarely used it with him, always contained and reserved, whenever he was around. Tsu’tey realized how different you seemed now, no longer a kid who needed his protection. There used to be a time before Silwanin’s death, when he would see you almost every day, given that you were inseparable from Neytiri. He wondered how much he had missed out on in the past few years, since you weren’t hanging around them anymore. He felt a pang of guilt for not noticing you slowly drifting away from your group.

As you gathered to stand up, Tsu’tey reached for your wrist, pulling you to a stop. You peered down at him confused.

“What?”

“What are you doing tomorrow morning?” he asked with a slight excitement evident in his voice.

“Resting before Mo'at's ceremony,” you answered, frowning at his sudden interest in your plans.

The past few days had been a whirlwind for the clan. But now, as the work began to taper off, you were preparing for the grieving ceremony. The final battle with the Sky People had been devastating, and many families in the clan had lost their sons and daughters. And while their bodies had already been given to Eywa, Mo’at decided to hold a final ceremony to pray for the lost souls before the Mother Tree.

“Could you help me with something before that?” Tsu’tey asked.

“Sure,” you nodded.

Tsu'tey felt a twinge of surprise at how readily you agreed without asking for a reason. You barely needed one, your heart would follow Tsu’tey wherever he wanted it to. He released your wrist, and quietly slipped out of the tent.

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You walked past the Well of Souls, eyes catching a sight of the softly glowing Mother Tree, where the ceremony would take place later. The aftermath of the battle still lingered in the air, and you struggled to focus on Tsu’tey’s back instead. He walked in front of you, occasionally glancing back to ensure you were keeping up. As he pushed through thick bushes, you heard strange noises from the depths of the rainforest.

“What is that?” you asked, but Tsu’tey only threw a soft smile over his shoulder, like there was nothing to be scared of.

When he came to a stop, you saw it: a big, armored head peeked out from behind the tall bushes. Your heart skipped a beat, as you recognized the creature as a palulukan, piercing through you with its green eyes. You stepped back in fear, as the palulukan revealed itself, coming into your full view. Judging by the size, it was still a youngling, no older than a few days. Still, it was quite large and could easily harm both you and Tsu’tey.

“Don’t be scared, it is still a baby,” Tsu’tey said, holding up his palm. The palulukan cautiously and slowly moved towards him.

“Tsu’tey, do you have a death wish?” you gritted through your teeth, taking a few careful steps back.

“It’s alright, it won’t harm you,” he said calmly.

He remained unhinged when the palulukan nuzzled its head into his palm. You froze, watching in awe, as Tsu’tey continued petting the animal. The fearsome palulukan became gentler under his touch, tail swishing from side to side. Tsu’tey turned his face to you and chuckled at your expression.

“Come closer, Y/N.”

“Have you lost your mind?” your voice trembled with fear.

It was a rare sight to see a Na’vi man get along with a palulukan. Although you knew of a clan that was skilled at taming the creatures, amongst your own, the Omatikaya, surviving an interaction with a palulukan was considered a blessing from Eywa.

“You said you would help,” Tsu’tey reminded you, his voice firm.

He lowered his palm and turned to face you, his eyes fixed on yours. The trust he had in the cub was palpable, but your panic continued to rise, eyes jumping between him and the palulukan.

“Why do you need my help?” you swallowed hard.

“She limps,” Tsu’tey answered, nodding towards the cub.

“We shouldn’t intervene with the laws of Eywa. Where is the mother?” you asked, your voice tinged with concern.

“The mother was probably killed. The cub was all alone when I found it,” Tsu’tey explained, “I felt too ashamed to burden the other healers when they were busy helping our people. So, I tried moving her back to the valley, where she belongs, but like I said, she can’t walk far because of her paw.”

You threw another glance at the palulukan, who seemed to pay you no mind, lazily swishing its tail from side to side. Your mind calmed slightly, feeling a little sorry for the cub. You took a hesitant step forward.

“Something with the back paw. I’m not very helpful with all this,” Tsu’tey gestured to his broken arm.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself, before approaching the animal. With a steady hand, Tsu’tey petted the cub, coaxing it into a sitting position, so that you felt less intimidated. You prayed to Eywa to keep you safe as you reached for the injured paw, finding a small piece of demon-metal lodged between its toes. You pulled it slightly, causing the palulukan let out a screech. But Tsu’tey somehow managed to calm her down.

“It can’t stay here any longer,” you threw a quick glance at Tsu’tey, pulling the metal piece as quickly and carefully as you could, “It's too close to the Mother Tree, and there is a ceremony soon.”

“Do not worry, I will lure it to the valley,” Tsu’tey replied, still patting the cub on its head.

“Not in that state, you can’t go alone,” you protested, nodding to his injured arm. “I will come with you.”

Tsu’tey let out a low growl of annoyance, partly at your stubbornness and partly at his own injury. He decided to remain silent and watched as you finally removed the metal chip. The palulukan let out another screech, wiggling its paw out of your hands and bringing it to his snout to lick the wound. Tsu’tey stepped back, observing the animal with a small smile, and you found yourself smiling at Tsu’tey.

You could never stop loving him. Even if you tried, Tsu’tey would always find a way back into your heart. Of course, only he would manage to handle a palulukan without getting eaten alive. You shook your head in disbelief of the man in front of you.

The palulukan stood up with a low growl, sniffing your feet before raising its snout toward your face. You froze, afraid that it might attack you for causing it pain, but the creature only studied you briefly with its big green eyes. You slowly extended your hand to the cub, before taking a step towards the valley. To your surprise, the cub climbed up, limping on its paw, and following you as you started to walk. Some time later, along with Tsu’tey, you led it towards the valley, letting it wander off at the outskirts.

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As the two of you began your walk back home, you felt a rush of joy spreading through you.

“I thank Eywa for letting me pet a palulukan without getting eaten alive,” you grinned at Tsu’tey.

His ears perked up at your satisfied expression but he pretended to be annoyed with you.

“I wouldn’t have let you near it if there was a chance of getting eaten.”

“But still, Tsu’tey,” you stopped in your tracks, taking his hand in yours, “Eywa has blessed you. You made a friend out of a palulukan. Not many get to say that.”

Tsu’tey looked down at your hands, feeling a ping of excitement at the contact. Since that night in the clearing, he often found himself yearning for your touch and the solace it brought him. And he despised himself for it.

Tsu’tey mumbled a thanks and squeezed your hand in his, his eyes lingering on yours for longer than necessary. Your heart raced, and something uglier began to spread in the pit of your stomach. You had been consumed by lustful thoughts of him, yet you couldn't admit it to yourself. All you craved was confirmation that he had felt it too.

Like in some sort of trance, you lifted yourself up on your toes, drawn towards Tsu’tey's face. Your hand rested gently on his chest, careful to avoid the bandaged arm. You expected him to pull away, to reject your advances, but instead he watched you with a heated gaze. Tsu’tey knew that it was wrong to give into the temptation, that the aftermath wouldn’t be worth it, but he just needed to taste your lips.

Scared to your core, you tested the waters first by tentatively nuzzling your nose against his cheek. Tsu’tey released your hand out of his, but instead of pushing you away, he cupped your face roughly, pulling you into a kiss. His hunger to taste you consumed you, and you almost grew dizzy from the intensity of his lips.

As your lips parted, Tsu’tey pulled away, his eyes closed, breathing ragged. You tried to speak, to say something, anything, but your voice caught in your throat. You both stood there, silent, for what felt like an eternity until he spoke.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he said, his voice low, “I’m sorry.”

“You did nothing wrong, Tsu’tey,” you whispered, staring into his eyes.

He was distraught but his hand was still gently caressing your cheek. In his eyes, you could see an internal struggle: his mind was telling him to stop, but his body was craving more.

His eyes widened before closing in a relaxing manner when you crashed your lips against his again. You were eager to satisfy your hunger for him, like an annoying itch that needed to be scratched.

Tsu’tey’s hand pulled you close by the nape of your neck, signaling you to keep going. Your stomach turned in a pleasant pain, when he groaned into your mouth. A few sloppy kisses were exchanged before you were pushing him back into a tree.

Tsu'tey couldn't resist you any longer, the passion that had been building up inside him finally erupting as he kissed you with all the desire he had been trying to suppress. His free hand roamed over your body, pulling you into him, not caring about the pain he felt in his injured arm.

But as the intensity of the moment grew, so did the guilt that Tsu'tey felt. He knew that what he was doing was wrong, that he could never give you more than this, no matter how much he wanted to.

“Y/N,” he pulled away, breathless, “I can’t do this to you.”

“It’s okay,” your voice hitched, his pitiful gaze on you, “I’m okay.”

Tsu’tey pursed his lips, his eyes slowly tracing your features. He had never before noticed the intricate pattern of stripes on your forehead, which formed a unique shape right in the center. He had never paid attention to the way your freckles glowed like stars in the night sky, something he had always loved to admire before drifting off to sleep. And the way your eyes glistened with a threat of tears, as you feared rejection.

“Please,” you pleaded with him, “Don’t pity me.”

He took a deep breath and let it out before slowly leaning into you. Your heart raced, as he nuzzled into your neck, his eyes shutting in surrender. Tsu’tey then pressed a soft kiss to the crook of your neck, hand grazing your back. Your heat felt uncomfortably abandoned under his touch, and you pressed your thighs together, attempting to get some sense of relief. The movement caught Tsu’tey’s attention, and he frowned, pulling away to observe you. But it wasn’t long till you distracted him with another kiss, scared of him changing his mind.

The sharp pain reminded him of his injury the second he tried to reach for you with his left arm. Tsu’tey suddenly realized that despite the lust he felt, he was too weak, too restricted to give in fully. So, when your hands reached for his loincloth, he swatted them away, gently pushing you off.

“What’s wrong?” you asked softly.

“I want to take care of you,” he admitted, his hand finding its way to your waist. It was his turn to make you feel good.

It was embarrassing how effortlessly Tsu’tey made you forget to breathe. He played a game of cat and mouse with you, giving in one moment and then changing his mind the next. But you desired him so intensely that you simply nodded, letting him turn you around and lower you on the ground. You didn't resist as Tsu’tey settled in behind you, his back pressed against the tree.

“Sit here,” he ordered, pointing to the spot between his legs.

You scooched back quietly, leaning your back against him. Tsu’tey shifted slightly to adjust to his broken arm, before pressing a kiss to your temple. You relaxed, eyes closing, as his fingers gently caressed the skin under your skimpy top, grazing the already hardened nipples. Tsu’tey continued planting kisses to the side of your face, when his hand moved in between your thighs and parted them. He untied your loincloth, exposing your cunt to the cold air.

“Tsu’tey,” your voice hitched at the anticipation of his next move.

His hand quickly left your thighs, now turning your face to him, so he could press a kiss to your lips. When your mouth opened immediately, welcoming him in, you felt his finger pushed down on your button. Tsu’tey caught your muffled groan into his mouth, and pressed down on you, as you tried to wiggle away from the sensation. A low growl vibrated through him as a warning before he gently glided his fingers over your slit, slowly massaging your folds. His palm brushed over your sensitive bundle of nerves, forcing a low moan out of you. Tsu’tey felt his member harden at the sound, almost in disbelief at how sensitive you were to his touch.

The flat of his palm circled slowly against your clit, rubbing lazily against it. You gasped his name, hips unintentionally bucking up into his touch, seeking a rhythm. But Tsu’tey enjoyed the sounds that you made a little too much to give in right away. His touch left you for a second, as he wetted his fingers and brought them back to your clit, starting to flick it. You groaned and moaned, as he kept going, occasionally switching to his palm to rub against your sensitive spot.

“More,” you pleaded, choking on your own breathing.

Tsu’tey hummed, not rushing to comply with your request, as his lips found their way to your neck again, trailing wet kisses. His hand continued to tease your clit in tight circles, and you felt him smear around some of your wetness. Your moans grew louder, when Tsu’tey pressed two fingers against your bud and started stroking it from side to side, picking up a rhythm. Shivers ran down your spine, and you whined at the overwhelming feeling in your stomach but before you could give into it, his digits pulled away, teasing you down your slit.

You were growing impatient, desperately wanting to chase the sensation by squeezing your thighs, but Tsu’tey did not like that. He parted your thighs again, throwing his legs over yours and restricting your movements. He meddled with the idea of punishing you for moving before brushing past your swollen folds and lightly slapping them. You whined at the sudden ache, and Tsu’tey had to stifle a chuckle at your reaction. He felt an urge to slap your heat harder this time, to force a louder yelp. By the sound of your painful cry, he knew he had succeeded, when he raised his hand higher and slapped against your folds with more force. A mixture of pain and pleasure started to blur your vision, as Tsu’tey slapped your heat over and over again, making your body convulse. You were panting heavily, when he stopped, and his finger teased your entrance before slipping in, not giving you time to adjust. Your eyes widened at the sensation, and he pushed it further into your tight walls, all the way to the last knuckle.

“Tsu’tey,” you exhaled in a slight discomfort. You had never felt anything inside you like that.

“”S okay, relax, syulang” he said with a husky voice.

Tsu’tey moved his finger, making you clench around him. But it was too tight, so much that he couldn’t help but groan at the sensation, wondering what it would feel like to have you around his penis instead. He pulled his finger out, palm rubbing against your nub, before slipping it back into your hole and pushing as far as he could. You started to whimper, your walls clamping down on him, as Tsu’tey slowly thrusted his digit in and out of you, accompanied by squelching sounds.

You tried to tell him that it was getting too much but your words came out in a sloppy jumble instead, making no sense. Tsu’tey picked up on a faster rhythm with quick sloppy motions, filling the air around you with a mixture of wet squelching sounds and your panting. He was running short of our breath too, violently thrusting his finger into you a few more times, before pulling it out.

“Please…don’t stop,” you whined at the absence of his touch, buckling back. You pressed your bottom into his crotch, as if pleading him to continue.

“Don’t-don’t do that, sweetheart,” Tsu’tey breathed out heavily.

You struggled to fight the fuzziness in your mind, as you suddenly felt the need to check on him. You turned to look at him through your hooded lids.

“Did I hurt you?”

Tsu’tey shook his head with a low chuckle. He couldn’t contain his amusement at the fact that you were checking on him. It was an unexpected situation anyway, but even stranger, considering that it happened in the middle of such intimate act. He suddenly felt the need to reward you for your worrying.

As you held his gaze, searching for a sign of pain, Tsu’tey caught your lips with his, hungrily sucking and pulling at your bottom lip. Your mind got clouded with the hotness of his skin, which was exactly how Tsu’tey distracted you again. His hand caressed your thighs and sneaked back to your clit, beginning to draw tight circles around it. He enjoyed the way you bucked your hips up into his touch, chasing that sweet taste of pleasure.

As you buckled up again, Tsu’tey rubbed your swollen bud with a force, then picked up on a steady rhythm. It wasn’t long till you felt the tension building up in your pit again, and you pressed the side of your face into his chest, feeling hot in your cheeks. His fingers were expertly fiddling with your nub, his motions speeding up. Small whimpers were escaping from your mouth, and Tsu’tey couldn’t help but groan at the sight of you nearing your release. His penis was pulsating, as he started rubbing your button more roughly.

“Need you,” you trembled, gripping his thighs with your hand.

Your hips were jerking out of control, chasing that feeling building inside you, your body tensing up, with in a sharp intake of air. The painful tension broke down into a wave of pleasure, spreading from your heat to the knots in your fingers and toes.

You held your breath, squeezing your eyes shut at the immense sensation. Tsu’tey exhaled behind you, feeling the way you shivered underneath his touch. He rubbed your oversensitive clit again, pushing you over the edge, and you whined, squirming under him. It was too overwhelming, almost painful. You tried to squeeze your thighs, your hole clenching and pulsing around nothing, juice flowing out of it like a nectar.

“Stop, Tsu’tey…stop,” you gasped, as he slowed his motions on your sensitive spot.

Your hand swatted at his, and Tsu’tey chuckled before finally pulling it away. Your chest sank in big heavy pants, and his lips were on you again, hand caressing the soft skin of your tummy, and moving up to your chest. You breathed heavily, when he squeezed your breast in his palm, a satisfied smirk finding a way to your lips. When he kissed the side of your face again, you turned your face to capture his lips. Tsu’tey hummed in satisfaction.

“I need you to-” you pulled away from him, still a little breathless, “I need you to relax too.”

You wiggled your legs from underneath his, and shifted to sit sideways. Before your hands could even reach for the ties of his loincloth, Tsu’tey stopped you.

“Not now,” he shook his head.

“Then when?” you raised your eyebrows, “When you’re healed?”

He chuckled at your desperation. Tsu’tey couldn’t deny or hide his arousal from you but it was amusing to watch you figure out the reason for his rejection.

“Maybe.”

You let out a small sigh, your lips settling into a contented smile. But as you remembered the upcoming ceremony, you quickly rose to your feet, hastily tying your loincloth. Tsu’tey watched you shamelessly, feeling at ease with the knowledge that you now had a piece of him too. Even if it wasn’t going to be permanent.

“We should head back now to make it in time for the ceremony,” you mumbled, “I promised to help.”

Tsu’tey nodded, standing up too. But there was something different about it when he met your gaze. No words were exchanged as he followed your lead, back into the cove. You couldn’t shake off the feeling that this wasn’t the end yet.

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va-3 · 8 months

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Confessions

Masterlist

Joker:

Mr. J had taken notice of the music you seemed to dance a little to when you accompanied him to his club for business meetings, so he put a little something together for you. Late into the night, when the club's crowd was rowdiest, Joker invited you out onto the dance floor. Your favourite music blasted over the speakers and you couldn't help but drop your guard down and let loose. For hours you danced, but when you had grown tired and wished to return home, Joker caught you by the waist and kissed you like he was drowning and you were oxygen.

Captain Boomerang:

Digger and y/n had established a mutual liking for each other within a month and decided to "hang out" more often, as Digger had put it. Both persons, although they didn't openly admit, were crushing on one another and frequently looked forward to the weekly meetings. For y/n, it was a great breather after a long week of working beneath her feisty mafia boss. Arriving, for once, later than Digger, y/n spotted her drinking buddy sitting on the other side of the bar and decided to see how long it'd take him to notice her. Slipping into a seat, she caught some of his conversation with the bartender.

"Mate, you ever been in love?" The bartender nodded his head and laughed, "Yes, and it's one hell of a ride. You got your eyes on someone?"

Digger laughed and stared dreamily across the bar, stiffening a little when he saw y/n. Sucking in a breath and muttering "fuck it" under his breath, he pointed across the bar at y/n, "Right there."

Deadshot:

Another day, another mission to kill the infamous ass-hat that was y/n. Floyd sighed when his scope rested against his eye and he watched y/n slide her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose and take a sip out of her drink, delivering a devious wink to him. Deciding against killing y/n for the thousandth time, he dropped his gun and shot a grapple above him to swing onto her porch. He landed without grace, but barely disturbed y/n's tanning. Greeting him quietly, y/n patted the second chair beside him. A recently made mojito sat on the table, like she'd been waiting for him(not that he doubted it). Floyd took a seat, and only a moment later y/n spoke up.

"Deadshot, I believe I've done something bad, but I'm not sure I care." He raised a questioning brow and turned his attention towards her and away from his mojito. "And what might that be?"

"I fell in love with you."

Diablo:

The gunfire in the air was getting thicker: hiding from the fight stopped being an option for the silent y/n. Chato watched as she stood and exhaled, her shoulders dropping. Darkness swirled around her feet slowly, becoming a shapeless creature behind her. Chato's panic began to rise the longer she stood in the open, in the middle of the gunfire drowning out his yells. Unable to sit any longer, he hopped up and yanked her back by her shoulder. She turned with a shocked expression that softened when she saw the concern in his eyes.

"Chato, I love you, but you have to let me be a monster for a second."

Killer Croc:

y/n had been thrown across the plaza multiple times by Enchantress's larger brother, but every time she seemed to stand up with more energy than before. But when Waylon saw her go down, something in him broke a little. Why isn't she getting up? Barely avoiding being hit by the larger god, he slid through his legs and scooped y/n into his arms and ducked into the shadows. She was clearly unconscious, the large slash across her forehead ensuring that. Frantically he patted her face, trying but failing at waking her. Instead he cradled her face and put his forehead to her damaged one.

"Come on girl, don't go now..." Almost like she was listening, her eyes moved under her eyelids, and then opened, glistening with tears. She smiled happily and put her hand to his cheek, "Do you really care?"

"You're damn right I do."

Harley Quinn:

Harleen had stopped coming in for sessions with y/n two weeks ago, and now she was giving up hope. Several other psychiatrists had been sent in to treat her, and every single one had left with their tail between their legs. y/n, for the first time in a long time, was genuinely upset. She missed Harleen's smile, and her ability to listen to her rambling. Now, she lie awake, sitting on the edge of the bed and staring across her room at the wall. Everything felt empty. You wanted to leave, and one way or another, you were going to. Ballpoint pen in hand, you raised it above your wrist...but the door opened. Your head snapped around and you beamed. In the doorway was Harleen—sure she looked more beat down and was clearly off her rocker, but your Harleen was back.

"You're back!"

"Of course, I could never leave my girl behind."

June Moone:

Days with June never stopped being fun, but sometimes she just wanted out of the hotel room(as did you, but that is besides the point). The previous night you had suggested a classic movie to watch, but failed to mention that staying awake for the entire duration was almost impossible. Not even halfway through, June found you had slumped over the arm of the couch in a deep sleep. Not wanting to watch the movie without you, she took to sleeping as well, leaning against you.

You were the first to awake, but it was not of natural cause. June was whimpering in her sleep, tears seeping through the fabric of your shirt where her face was rested. You instantly shook her awake, and cupped her face in your hands. Her eyes opened and gazed into yours, the room silent aside from sniffles.

"What was it about?"

June didn't answer, she only pressed her lips against yours like you were going somewhere, anywhere, at any second. When she pulled away she rested her forehead against your shoulder.

"Never leave me, y/n..."

"It'll never be an option, I promise."

Enchantress:

From the start, Enchantress had been unable to stop staring at y/n's ethereality. And Enchantress's brother could see it. The way she stared when y/n took out human troops with the most beautiful display of power; it simply took her breath away. It wasn't until you were the one that needed help that she acted upon her crush.

Helicopters, idiotically, had been consistently appearing in the sky, only to be struck down like gnats by y/n. But this time there were too many arriving to keep an eye on all at once. y/n was frantically casting beams of destruction at ships, but dodging their firing was getting far to difficult. Enchantress could see y/n's obvious exhaustion, and began to silently panic. Would her y/n be struck down? She shook the thought from her head and darted from the bottom of the building to the roof where y/n was attacking from. She arrived just in time to see y/n get hit in the side and cast to the ground. Screaming in fury and worry, Enchantress frantically shot down the remaining helicopters and scooped y/n up in her arms.

"You're okay, you're okay," she whimpered, tracing you lips with her fingers. Golden blood seeped through her fingers, but in the opposite direction. y/n eyes opened and she smiled that dreamy smile of hers.

"Yes, yes I am."

Enchantress could do nothing but kiss her in that moment, because for once, she was speechless with gratitude.

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thekentraptor · 1 year

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I suspect that Elias isn't actually falling out of the building. Hear me out.

If he's been thrown out a window from higher than like the fourth floor, the ONLY "good ending" possible is for the player characters to get him to a good place mentally before he dies, taking all the PCs with him. He only survives this if there's already something there to catch him OR if the thing in his pocket is like, a grappling hook.

So that's a bummer and it makes the campaign feel futile. I don't think it's happening.

I think Elias has been psychometered. Someone is making him BELIEVE he's been thrown out a window and is falling to his death. The broken control panel is the manifestation of the psychometer breaking into his brain. I'm not sure why they would do this but I have a couple ideas including torture, or D.A. Bition forcing Elias to volunteer as a guinea pig.

I do not believe that this season is gonna end with a depressed workaholic hitting the pavement. I think the PCs are gonna get control of the brain back where it belongs and Elias is gonna wake up in a test chamber somewhere, with a chance to live the life he really wants.

#not to say i know what im talking about but i WAS right about the pig in neverafter so #dimension 20 #mentopolis #d20 #d20 spoilers #prefrontal pis #brennan lee mulligan #mentopolis spoilers #dimension 20 spoilers #elias hodge #mentopolis theory

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wuahae · 2 years

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✶ seventeen, after it all ends.

post-breakup hcs, ft. hip hop unit

-> performance | vocal

the phone rings at 2AM, and seungcheol immediately knows it's you. it's becoming all too familiar, he laments distantly—the neon numbers blinking on his bedside, the three rings he lets pass before inevitably answering on the fourth, the voice that greets him on the other end of the line. ("hi, cheol," you utter quietly, and it's like he's back at the starting line, still gathering up the courage to tear himself away.) he wants to blame his lack of resilience on the hour, the repeatedly promised 'one last time,' but seungcheol knows he ends up here every single time because he would rather you cry with him than alone. he's not anything to you anymore, seungcheol tells himself, but he can taste the lie before it even forms on his tongue, the way it tangles itself between late night calls and quiet words and—("i'm sorry, cheol," the nickname feels like a mottled bruise, a confession tumbling soon after. like defeat in the admittance. "i didn't know who else to call." you always sound so hurt when seungcheol hears you speak; he wonders if it's his fault.) seungcheol knows better than anyone that he can't keep doing this with you, that it's unhealthy and you both need to move on, that he can't keep letting things linger as a pitiful attempt to ease his guilt, but old habits die hard; seungcheol wonders if this is just becoming another.

wonwoo finds an old note you'd written a week after, tucked away into a borrowed book you'd forgotten to take back. it wasn't anything special or profound, just a little bookmark put for a future-him to find, "this made me think of you," scrawled on the sides and in the margins and page numbers for passages you thought he would like. the annotations speak in a language all by themselves, care crafted into each word, each stroke, and somehow, he sees you in it all. (how had you put it again? like it was memories permanently inked into paper, a version of yourself you could always come back to.) they say that to love is to lose, and that grief is just love with no place left to go, but wonwoo can't seem to care about the accuracy of poetry and prose when he is still mourning of someone lost to him forever. ("don't be a stranger," you had reminded him softly, the day you left, but you both knew it was all wishful thinking than an actual promise. in the end it would all be the same— a forced blank slate, a version of himself grappling with a soul still shaped like you.) wonwoo supposes it's a little too late to feign ignorance and give the book back to you, lovenote tucked back in; it would be cruel for him to insist on making you revisit a past scratched and scribbled and thrown away. he runs a hand over the paper, ink under skin, heart in throat, and closes the book. even if he came back it would never, ever be the same.

mingyu can't hear anything over the roaring of his ears. he can't remember much from the night either, something about his lost phone he probably left on the uber here, fumbling favors from a nearby stranger, something else distant and fuzzy that lead him to sitting on the curb outside waiting for—"mingyu." (oh. it's you.) your voice strikes clean through the fog, but mingyu only manages to utter your name; the muffled bass playing from inside the bar still thrums in his bones. you sigh quietly, taking a seat next to him, arms touching. (it burns, the forgotten familiarity. "let's get you home, okay?" you nudge gently, and mingyu has to remember that home doesn't mean the same thing to you anymore.) it isn't until you're parked outside of his apartment that you ask the burning question ("why did you call me?") and he answers truthfully ("your number was the only one i remembered."). your eyes flicker with the confession and he almost wants to take it back, his secrets displayed raw, but hidden truths already start to spill out of mingyu's mouth, things he's been wanting to say for months. (i'm sorry," he ends up saying, eventually. "i really loved you, you know?" he thinks he still does.) some would call it drunken courage but mingyu thinks it's just his sober cowardice instead. maybe if he had said it when it mattered, 'home' would still be you.

it's been two months, and vernon still hasn't figured out how to break the news. he practices it in his head more times than he can count, drafting and erasing and rewriting the right words to tell his family that you and him are over, but it all falls flat the minute he tries to get them past his lips. some days he gets close, the first few words spoken before his mom interrupts asking how you are; other days, the words die before they even have the chance to form, all amounting to a wooden tongue, a puff of empty air. his sister knows, vernon thinks, the way she shoots him a look half-pity half-judgement every time he tries to bring it up. maybe you were the one to tell her, or maybe she had just figured it out all by herself, but it comforts him, in a strange way—like he's not alone in his unintentionally kept secret. ("dad wants to know if you're able to come over for christmas," vernon tells you over the phone, and the line goes silent. vernon winces, already anticipating what comes after. "have you..." you start carefully, "...not told them?") a part of him wants to say that it's all a matter of luck and timing, that he just hasn't found the right time and he'll do it soon, he promises, but the rest of him knows that it's all just excuses. (vernon is scared, he thinks, still trying to stall the sinking feeling that there truly is no coming back after he tells his family. it feels more like admitting it to himself, carving it into stone, cementing it into the ground where his love lies buried.) vernon says that his biggest problem is figuring out how to break the news, but really, it's figuring out how to let you go.

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bella-rose29 · 1 year

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Relic (wo)man

requested by @superpositvecloudshipper: what about a relic hunter fem reader x Anthony lockwood where reader fights lockwood over an important relic in doing so he pulls off her hood revealing she's a girl which shocks him she runs off leaving relic with him, few days later she turns up at his door very much injured and he immediately helps her then asks why she came and she tells him she has nowhere else to go (all her family is dead expect her dad who is like the most dangerous relic hunter)

I hope this is what you had in mind my lovely! <3

Also I had genuinely no idea what to call this work and it's the first time this has happened (send help)

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: semi-graphic descriptions of violence, fighting, descriptions of a wound (and said wound being treated).

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Anthony Lockwood of Lockwood & Co was an expert with the rapier, but anybody watching him now would never know.

He was flailing about, arms going everywhere as he attempted to block the attacks of his opponent, and he looked like an idiot.

Lucy was unable to help, being locked in her own fight against the undead, and George was at home, blissfully unaware of the entire situation. He was probably hunched over his research, warm mug of tea nearby and a biscuit stuffed into his mouth, and oh what Lucy wouldn't give to be sat next to him right now. Lockwood had been stupid (but then again, when was he not?), and while George had had sufficient time for his research, they hadn't predicted the arrival of relic men. Admittedly there was only the one, which Lockwood was fighting now, but it had thrown a spanner in the works. When they'd turned up at the scene to see somebody digging around in the dirt, Lucy had suggested they turn back and go back home to Portland Row, but Lockwood being Lockwood had charged forward and confronted the figure. He'd then been knocked on his ass, of course, and now the relic man was slashing two long daggers at him, hence the flailing rapier.

Lucy had then had to deal with the Visitor on her own; it was a fairly nice Type Two, as far as Type Twos went, but the extra backup would have been even nicer. It wasn't letting her get anywhere near the Source, so she was mostly trying to make it disappear for a few seconds so that she could run a little closer. She would run out of bombs and flares in a minute though, so hopefully Lockwood got a move on.

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Lockwood was impressed. He'd never met a relic man that could fight as well as this one (not that he'd met that many, and really it was only Winkman and his lot that Lockwood had faced), and he was actually struggling to hold his own.

"Where'd you learn to fight?" he shouted, smile wide. "You're excellent!"

"And you're insane. This is my relic, so bugger-" he surged forward, daggers clashing with Lockwood's rapier in front of his face, "off!"

Lockwood stumbled back as the relic man pushed hard against his rapier, and he fought for a moment to stay upright. Distantly he recognised Lucy's shouts, and knew that he should go and help her, but the Source was so close, and if he could just get rid of the relic man, then he would be helping Lucy.

"Look," he said, slightly out of breath from the fight. "I need that Source to help my friend. If-"

"Don't care." He turned and ran to the Source, digging again. Lockwood stood with his mouth open, staring stupidly after him before rushing to stop the relic man running off with the artefact. He pushed him over, and then they were grappling on the floor, turning over each other as they landed punches and scrabbled in the dirt. His mask was coming loose, and just as Lockwood got on top ready to hold the relic man down while he chucked a net over the Source to bag it up and leave, the cloth slipped down, revealing his face.

Well, her face.

"You... You're a girl?"

"Problem with that? God, this is why I don't hang out with the others, sexist bastards," she grumbled to herself, and suddenly Lockwood wondered how the hell he'd thought her voice was male. She shoved him off, making him go flying and sprawling on the ground, and she stood up, hunching over to catch her breath.

"No, I didn't mean... I just was surprised, is all." He pushed himself off of the floor, stumbling slightly at the sharp stab of pain in his ribs. He winced, pressing a hand to his side to feel for any broken bones.

"Whatever. This is too much work for me. I was never here, alright?" She pointed a finger at him while pulling the mask back up over her face, and when he nodded his agreement she turned and fled. She really was an excellent fighter, and Lockwood couldn't help but feel a little sad to see her go. He bent to pick up the now-covered Source, hearing Lucy stomping over.

"What the hell were you doing?! Having a nice little chat?! I almost died, Lockwood! God, are you even listening to me?!"

"Yes, Lucy, I'm listening. I was right by the Source, trying to get it sorted for you. If I left to go fight the Visitor with you then we wouldn't have a Source, because she would have run off with it."

"She?"

"Turns out the relic man is a relic woman. I'd love to know where she learned to fight," he said, staring off in the direction that she had left.

Lucy scoffed. "Well don't start crushing on her just 'cause she can fight better than you, Lockwood. That will never go well."

"I'm not crushing on her, Luce."

"Sure. You also definitely don't have a dreamy look in your eyes right now."

"Shut up," he mumbled, face going pink. She was right, he had been staring dreamily into the distance, but only because it had been a while since he'd fought somebody so skilled.

Yeah, that was it.

~~~

A few days later the three members of Lockwood & Co were sat in the kitchen, cups of tea in hand as they finished up the last of the washing up from dinner. George, as always, had excelled himself, and Lockwood and Lucy were left holding their stomachs from how much they had eaten.

"You two always complain about eating too much, but if I don't cook enough then you complain that I'm neglecting you. Honestly, I feel like your mother," George said, turning around from where he stood at the sink. Lockwood and Lucy shared a look at his words, noting the blue rubber gloves and the apron, and tried not to laugh. George shook his head, taking off his gloves to leave them to drip dry as he sat at the table. They chatted for a while, partly about random things and partly about their next case, and eventually they all headed up to bed.

Well, nearly all.

Lockwood stayed in the library, catching up on some paperwork that he hadn't had time for earlier in the week, and it was nice and calm and quiet in there, perfect for stopping him from being distracted.

Apparently he had that thought too soon, as he'd barely settled in with a fresh cup of tea when the doorbell sounded, loud and obnoxious, making him nearly spill the hot liquid on his lap.

He hurried to the door, drawing his rapier from the stand just in case, and when he opened it a crack and saw the relic girl from the other night, smiling grimly up at him while she pressed her hands into her side (that looked shiny in the low light, which was worrying), he nearly fainted from shock.

"What... how do you know where I live?"

"I know a lot of things. Can I come in?"

"Uh, sure." He held the door open for her, and she stumbled inside, unsteady on her feet. Lockwood shut the door again, but not before a cursory look around to see if she'd been followed. Placing the rapier back in the stand he led her to the bathroom, telling her to sit on the toilet seat and hoping that George wouldn't walk in with no clothes on. He fetched the first aid kit out of the cupboard, turning around and immediately freezing when he saw that she had already stripped the first few layers of her clothing off. "What are you doing?"

She looked up at him, frown on her face. "I need to treat the wound. It's not gonna happen if I'm still dressed, is it?" She spoke to him like he was an idiot (which probably wasn't too far off the truth at this moment in time), and that shook him out of his stupor.

"Right, no, that's... that's fair." He swallowed thickly. Despite the sheer amount of charm he exuded on a daily basis, he'd never once had a proper relationship, let alone seen a girl... like this, and he would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't nervous. He'd dressed Lucy's wounds for her sometimes, sure, but he'd also seen her as more of a sister the entire time he'd known her, many of her qualities reminding him of Jessica. This was entirely different.

"You just gonna stand there like a lemon, or are you gonna help?"

He helped her peel off the remaining layer, wincing when she sucked the air through her teeth as it got stuck to the wound, and gently cut the fabric off so that she didn't have to lift her arms to get the shirt off.

"Why did you come here?"

"Figured you'd be one of those people that can't say no to helping someone. Besides, I've got nowhere else to go. Family's all dead, 'cept for my dad, but he wouldn't give a shit."

"Why not?"

"Because he's an arsehole. More interested in profit than his own bloody daughter."

"Is that why you're a relic hunter?"

"Yep. Family business. Dad had me put in training soon as I could walk. Got good quickly. Eventually nobody was good enough to fight me, so fighting you was quite nice, actually. You're not awful."

"Thanks," he said, mind going a million miles an hour to figure out who her father might be as he cleaned out the wound. He was perched on the edge of the bathtub, and the angle was awkward.

"Ow, fuck, don't poke it, you idiot!"

"Sorry, sorry!" They sat in silence for a little longer, her heavy breaths the only sound. "I don't... I don't know your name."

"Y/n. L/n." Lockwood paused, glancing up at her. L/n? Weren't they even worse than the Winkmans?

"Who hurt you then? Because if you're the same L/n's that kill competitors by gouging out their eyeballs and making them eat them then who the fuck got close enough to stab you?"

She smiled, a bright beaming one that had Lockwood's heart skipping a beat. "You know about that?" He nodded. "Awesome! I'll be sure to tell Dad that we've worked our reputation into the world of stuck up pricks!"

He laughed, annoyed that this relic girl was making him like her, and went back to her wound. "You still haven't answered my question."

She was quiet for a while, whether from the pain or because she was thinking about what to say he wasn't sure.

"Julius Winkman. Didn't see it coming because he's one of my Dad's closest associates, so I got close. Stupid, really. Should never get close enough to anyone for them to be able to hurt you unless you know that you can do it faster. He was pissed off about something, I don't remember what now, but I only saw the knife when he'd stuck it in my side." Lockwood was quiet now, his focus mostly on finishing up his work on her wound, but apparently Y/n didn't like that. "I thought you had a reputation for incessant chatter?"

"What? That's ridiculous. I would never chatter incessantly." She snorted, the action jolting her side and making Lockwood huff in irritation. "Could you stay still? I don't want to mess this up." His fingers were gentle as he pressed the bandage over her wound, and Y/n couldn't stop the blush that spread over her cheeks. Looking at him now, her heart fluttered at seeing this random boy that barely knew her being so determined to look after her; she'd never had anybody care for her like this, given she'd grown up surrounded by cut-throat criminals, and the experience wasn't one she hated.

"Sorry," she muttered, moving her gaze to look around the room instead of the young agent who had his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth as he concentrated. It was messy in the bathroom, evidence of multiple people living in the house, and Y/n felt a pang in her chest when she realised how similar her own house had been when her mother and siblings were still alive.

"There, all done." He leaned back on the bathtub edge, satisfied smile on his face as he admired his handiwork. "Should be good as new soon."

"Thanks, doc," she joked, revelling in his responding chuckle. She stood up, wincing slightly when the wound sent a sharp pain through her body in protest, and picked up her clothes to put back on. She didn't make it that far, however, Lockwood putting his hand in the way and looking conflicted. "What?"

"I just... There's not much point in putting them on now, right? I mean, I just cleaned and dressed your wound and you want to put dirty clothes back on top?"

"Oi, these dirty clothes are my everyday clothes, thank you very much."

"I didn't mean it like that, I just meant that surely putting dirty clothes over a clean wound sort of defeats the purpose of cleaning the wound?"

"Oh. I s'pose. But I don't have anything else, and I am not walking the streets of London in the dark in my bra." His face went pink as he remembered the lack of clothes on her body, and Y/n couldn't help but think he looked adorable like that.

"I've got a spare t-shirt and hoodie, if you like? Just until you can get your own clean clothes on, of course; I'm expecting mine back."

"Sure," she shrugged, and Lockwood felt his face heat up even more at the idea of her wearing his clothes. He led her quietly to his room, trying to not think about how it would look if George or Lucy woke up and saw them, and pulled out some spare clothes.

"Here. I'll take those and put them in a bag or something so you don't have to worry about dropping anything. I'll be downstairs." She handed him the dirty clothes and took his clean ones with a small smile, and Lockwood all but sprinted out of his room and down the staircase when he felt the butterflies in his stomach at the sight.

A few minutes later, Y/n padded downstairs, eerily silent despite the thick boots she was wearing. She startled Lockwood when she entered the kitchen, and then again when she wrapped him in a hug. He stood looking stupid for a moment, arms slightly out in surprise and unsure where to go, but he quickly collected himself and hugged back, careful not to touch her side.

"You alright?" he whispered, not wanting to speak too loudly in the peaceful kitchen.

"Mmhmm," she replied, although it was muffled since her head was smushed into his chest. She pulled back slightly, keeping her arms around him. "Thank you," she said, and Lockwood was taken aback at the amount of sincerity in her expression.

"Anytime. Seriously, you ever need a fully qualified doctor again, I'm happy to provide my services."

"Fully qualified doctor? Surprised you haven't put it on the sign outside the door."

"Well, I can't have everybody knowing, can I? I'm a bespoke service, catering to only the most important of customers," he smiled down at her softly. She giggled, little snorts escaping, and Lockwood found it overwhelmingly adorable.

"I should go, Lockwood," she said when she'd calmed down. He nodded.

"Of course. And-" he broke off, contemplating his words. "And just Anthony is fine." What was he doing, telling this random relic girl to call him by his first name? He'd known her for a total of roughly an hour, and he was already saying things like this?

"Anthony," Y/n said, trying the name out. He couldn't deny how incredible it sounded when she said the word, and Y/n couldn't deny how much she liked saying it.

He walked her to the door, helping her shrug her thick coat on, and bid her goodnight. She returned the sentiment, but not before pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.

"See you later, Anthony." And she was down the stairs and out the front gate, disappearing down the street. Lockwood could only stand and stare after her in shock, fingers gently brushing the place her lips had been a few moments ago.

Lucy was going to have a field day when she found out.

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Being Sick Is The Worst

*You're away at college and have caught just the worst virus imaginable. And the only medicine is Eddie. AKA, I'm so very sick and would like Eddie to take care of me too*

The knock at the door is the most painful sound you've ever heard. For the past few days, your head has been on the verge of splitting in half, cracking open from steadily building sinus pressure. A hoarse groan comes from your cracked lips in your best attempt in asking who decided to interrupt your attempt at a nap. After your last class of the day, you dragged yourself to your dorm room with no intention of leaving bed unless absolutely necessary. Due to an outburst of people coughing and refusing to cover their mouths, you had fallen sick with a vicious bug. As your first experience being sick entirely on your own, it was far from pleasant. You had been more focused on trying to just survive through classes between shots of cough syrup.

"Special delivery," a voice calls out in response. Sitting up stirs another coughing fit, but you force yourself out of bed. With your blanket wrapped around you, you shuffle across the room and crack open the door.

This was clearly a fever dream. It's the only explanation for Eddie standing in front of you, grinning playfully and bouncing with nervous energy. Even in your fugue state, you just want to hold onto him. You throw your arms around his shoulders and burrow your burning face into his chest. Your congestion muffles the familiar soothing smell of him. His warm laugh fills you as he slips his arms around your waist to hold you just as tightly.

"My poor princess," Eddie murmurs between kissing the top of your head.

"You're here?" you croak, tilting your head up to squint at him.

"Uncle Wayne said you called yesterday," Eddie answers and brushed your frizzy hair away from your clammy forehead. The foggy memory returns: you feeling as if you were both being burned alive and thrown into ice water, grappling with the phone for a few minutes before finally dialing the familiar number, your raspy request for Eddie and Wayne apologizing that he wasn't home yet.

"But you're here," you repeat. Your mind is too heavy and slow, still trying to process anything beyond just how it feels that Eddie's holding you.

"Of course I am," Eddie beams down at you. "What sort of knight would I be if I didn't ride my steed as fast as I could as soon as I heard my princess was struck by the plague?"

"My knight," you laugh, even though that causes the pressure in your chest to swell and ache even more. You very much want to kiss him, but the sheer amount of snot coursing through you causes second thoughts. So, you resume pressing against his chest as much as you can. Which also helps since it feels like you might drop to the floor at any moment. Eddie must sense this since he gently tries to nudge you backwards towards your open door.

"Let's get you back into bed, huh?" he says when your legs stagger but don't really move in any direction.

"You're always trying to get me into bed," you tease before coughing with such vigor that it feels like your lungs might be possessed.

"Can you blame me?" Eddie winks slyly at you. He squeezes your waist before turning you around to walk into your dorm. You certainly look as if you were struck by the plague, with a red and dripping nose, bloodshot eyes, rumpled pjs. But Eddie still thinks you're as perfect as ever. He helps you back into bed, tucks you under the blanket, peppering in light kisses to your forehead. You finally notice the small bag he carried. More coughing keeps you from speaking so you weakly wave at it.

"I wasn't sure what kinda sick you were, so I just got a mix of stuff," Eddie explains with a sheepish smile as he unpacks cans of Ginger Ale, crackers, soup, cough drops, tissues. You manage a few sips of the soda and blow your nose until it hurts too much to continue. Eddie sits on the bed, gently rubbing your leg as you do. "At least eat one of the crackers? When was the last time you ate anything?"

"I had tea this morning," you mumble while Eddie opens the package.

"Tea's not food, sweetheart." He shakes his head, but his smile remains kind. You relent with a nod and manage to eat three of the crackers before it's too much effort to keep sitting up. Eddie tries to move as quietly as possible while cleaning up. You're burrowing into the blankets and pillows, trying to find a balance between the fluctuating temperatures.

"Wait..." Your mind is starting to work again, as Eddie crawls into the bed next to you. He doesn't get under the blankets, propping himself up on one arm to wait for you to continue. "Today is Wednesday..."

"Is something happening on Wednesday?"

"There are classes tomorrow."

"Sweetheart, have you seen yourself? You can skip a class or two."

"No, no, no," you shake your head, then wince from how painful it is. It takes another minute for your train of thought of resume course. "You have classes tomorrow!"

"So? It's not as if I haven't taken them before." Eddie shrugs before resting his head on the pillow next to yours. If you had the strength, you'd swat at his arms, continue the argument. Instead, all you can manage is a grumble and a nudge to his shoulder. But Eddie knows you well enough to know the words you'd say if you were properly coherent. He kisses your forehead again before sliding in close to you. "This is all about worrying over you, alright? We can worry about me next week. And yes, I do have someone who will lend me their notes. And yes, I will turn in all missed assignments. And no, I will not be leaving your side until you can breathe without collapsing."

"I made it all the way to the door without collapsing," you offer, but you aren't really protesting his instance on saying. Your arms snake around his waist and you quickly (or as quickly as you can) transfer your head from the pillow to his chest. If you were feeling better, Eddie would run his fingers through your hair, but he knows when your head hurts you can't stand anything touching it. So, his hands, which rarely stay still, settle for rubbing small circles over your lower back. He feels so cool and soothing against you, like your own personal ice cream on the hottest day of the summer. You wriggle in closer against him with the hope it might be the cure for your fever.

"You did, and I'm so proud of you," Eddie laughs softly and kisses your temple even softer. A soft hum slips from your lips. Having Eddie truly felt better than any medicine. You almost feel like a functioning person again.

"I'm really glad you came," you whisper after a weak cough.

"Yeah, well," Eddie can't help but chuckle, even though he refrains from making a joke. As much as he wants to, his worry for you is battling against it. You've both seen each other sick before, but he's never seen you this bad before. You're shivering even though you're burning up, and there's little color left in your skin. Eddie can feel the rattle in your chest with each shallow breath. He doesn't know at what point a doctor needs to be called. Does a college campus even have doctors? You and Eddie are so good about taking care of each other, but tend to let self-care fall to side, which is why Eddie decided to make the long drive as soon as Wayne told him about the call. He knew you wouldn't do anything beyond collapse from exhaustion. To prove his point, he asks "When did you last take something?"

"Advil, this morning," you answer after having to think for over a minute.

"It's not morning anymore," he says, looking around your room. Something that looks like Advil sits on your desk, but fetching it requires leaving the bed. No wonder you hadn't taken it again. After another tender forehead kiss, Eddie attempts to slide out from under you. One hand clutches his tee shirt. It's an instinct anytime he gets out of bed, but this time it's a little tighter.

"I'm so tired, Eddie," your words slur together a little.

"I know, darling. I know. After you get this Advil, and some ginger ale, you can sleep. I'll even tell you a bedtime story," he reassures you while resting his hand on top of yours. He knows how much you love it when he reads to you or regales you with dramatic reenactments of Hellfire sessions. It succeeds in convincing you to release him. Eddie practically jumps across the room to grab the medicine and return to your side as swiftly as possible. A hand on your shoulder helps you up enough to sip enough ginger ale to swallow the pill. Eddie wordlessly offers another pair of crackers that you eat without protesting. After blowing your nose a few more times, you slump back onto the pillow.

"Love you," you continue to mumble as Eddie lays down next to you again.

"Love you." Eddie gently repositions you so you're resting atop him again. One hand slide under the back of your shirt to try and provide a bit more relief. Both your legs are tangled together in a familiar way. You can barely keep your eyes open at this point, your body getting heavier. Eddie's heartbeat in your ear is a steady melody, complimented by his warm voice, weaving the story of a noble princess and her love-struck knight defeating a most foul plague.

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