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Heaven and Hell // (Stranger Things) S.H. x reader x E.M. smut

requests: @ami-is-hungry -- Omgg okay- hear me out-- So, we're at a party y'know we have been dating Steve for aaa few months, and we're not really into parties like that so we invite our best friend Eddie the hot Munson. Steve gets jealous and boom threesome?? jkjk unless 😩✨

@ anon: PLEASE CAN WE GET A THREESOME W EDDIE AND STEVE!! I BEG YOU I NEED IT SO BAD

a/n: you ask and you shall receive!! I had a lot of fun writing this and thank you both for sending in the request as I really needed it to get back into the writing game- also saying that I haven´t written anything in ages and I haven´t written any ST stuff since... season 2 came out??? so I might be a bit rusty. none the less, I hope you enjoy!! Also, in my mind, Eddie´s closest friends (aka reader) call him Munchy, so yeah, that will be coming back in any other fics i write i think. Also plot might be a bit iffy, but let´s be real, no one is here for that.

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word count: 6022

warning: jealous boyfriend!steve, female reader, drugs, drinking, smut (characters are 18+, minors DNI!) -- mmf threesome, blindfold, sex under influence, unprotected sex (no-no), oral (f/m receiving), hair pulling, one ¨slut¨, face sitting, cum stuff. no specific dom/sub dynamic but Eddie kinda takes charge, it just kind of happened.

Big black shape with eyes of fire Telling people their desire - Black Sabbath

‘Oh god, what is Munson doing here?’ Steve muttered into your ear. You sat next to your boyfriend, practically on his lap and entangled in his limbs, while sipping some stale beer from a red solo cup. Then, at the sound of your friend’s name, your head spun in the direction of the door, where you could see his uncombed mop of hair stick out above the masses of hairspray and gel.

‘I invited him,’ you said matter-of-factly, waving Eddie over. Steve’s eyes bulged in confusion.

‘What? You… invited Eddie the Freak Munson? Why?’

‘Because he’s my friend and now, besides you, the only person I can actually stand in this shithole.’ You got up from the couch to hug Eddie. His arm wrapped themselves around you in a tight and warm embrace that felt nothing but like homely comfort to you. It was a gift which he was very generous with to others.

‘I’m so happy you could make it, Munchy.’ You said mid-hug, squeezing him a little bit tighter.

‘You know I can never say no to that gorgeous smile, M’lady. And the number of people I could score a deal with here, I’ll be able to feast for weeks!’ With his arm still around your shoulder, he looked in search of a new investment, someone looking for a good time. Then you also noticed he was carrying his, to say the least, iconic black toolbox under his arm.

‘Alright, let’s break this up, shall we?’ Steve got up from his seat, popping his head between you and Eddie, pushing you slightly apart. ‘Let’s not get too comfortable, yeah, Munson?’

‘Don’t worry, Harrington, I’d never dare steal this lady from you.’ Eddie’s smirk didn’t go unnoticed by you or your boyfriend, which probably wasn’t helping the situation. You had known for a long time how jealous and overprotective Steve could get– well, you had heard about it from the girls he had dated in the past, yet never had experienced it first-hand yourself, as you had never found yourself in a situation where Steve would have felt threatened. Indeed, you had never expected this to finally happen with your best friend. The idea alone was ridiculous.

‘Yeah, well, we’ll see about that, ok?’ Steve grabbed you in an embrace, stating his position clear to everyone, specifically Eddie.

‘Whatever, man.’ Eddie rolled his eyes, then looked at you, ‘you’re still up for it later?’

‘Mhm, totally.’

‘Later? What’s up later?’ Steve, already feeling three steps behind, looked at you for clarity, so you explained it.

‘Was going to go outside for a bit, smoke some of Eddie’s good stuff… you can join, of course. If you’d like to.’

‘Sure.’ Steve didn’t even hesitate. He glared quickly over at Eddie, who giggled behind his hand at the thought of Steve Harrington smoking a joint for, what probably would be, his first time. He told you he’s meet you out back later after he’d make some sales with the people on the part. So, already looking forward to catching some fresh air, you took Steve by the hand and led him out to the backyard. It was surprisingly empty, with most party-goers still inside the house. You found two declining garden chairs and pushed them into a far corner of the garden, where you would be less likely to be disturbed.

Steve sat down on one chair, and you were ready to sit on the other, but he grabbed you by your hips and pulled you down to sit on his lap.

‘Hey there, sailor,’ you kissed his cheek.

‘I’d really prefer for you to not call me that anymore.’

‘Hmm, I know but “sailor” is so much better than “home video man”,’ you giggled.

‘Oh god, stop.’ Steve groaned, but you kept coming up with job titles to call him, even when he started leaving sloppy kisses across your exposed skin.

‘Rental boy?’ He kissed your neck. ‘Hmm, I can’t come up with anything better. So, sailor, it’s.’ Steve’s mouth moved down to your collarbone, which peaked out of your shirt.

You weren’t sure how far you would have taken it on that garden chair if it wasn’t for the voice you heard behind you.

‘Don’t mind me, you two,’ followed by a flicker of a lighter and an orange spark of light.

‘Shit. Eddie, sorry.’ You pulled away from Steve and wanted to get up to face Eddie, but Steve had different plans, keeping you fastly seated on top of him. With his arms around you, you had nowhere to go.

‘No, it’s fine. I had voyeurism on my try-out list anyway,’ he put a neatly rolled up joint between his lips, flicking the lighter on again. The flame lit up his face as he hid it from your vision with his hands, needing to protect it from the soft wind blowing around you. The flame caught on and burned the tip of the joint. It already had a strong smell, but the smoke that Eddie blew out only made it spread out faster and with more intensity.

‘You’re disgusting,’ you laughed and watched Eddie let himself fall onto the other chair next to you. He then winked as he took a long drag of the joint.

He exhaled and was finally able to speak. ‘Mmm, you know it, baby, whoo!’ The smoke came out with his words, and he cheered for the effect it already had on him. You didn’t want to miss out on any more of it and took the joint out of his hand. Steve had not said a word yet, but you felt his eyes on you as your lips touched the rolled-up paper. The smoke filled your lungs quickly, slightly painfully, with the overcoming burning sensation that you had grown to love so bitterly.

Not wanting to let the smoke out, you couldn’t talk, just hum to get Steve’s attention.

‘What?’ He tried to ask, but you were quicker with pressing your lips onto him. Like that, you let the smoke travel between you. Knowing it would be the only way for Steve to get high and not pester you with complaints afterwards, it was a strategy.

‘Oh shit,’ he coughed after you let go. ‘That is disgusting.’

‘Just let it do its magic, Harrington,’ Eddie put his arm behind his head as he looked at the dark sky above you. The stars were mostly hidden behind even darker clouds, but some shined through. Steve coughed a little bit more.

‘Shit, Steve, I’ll go get you some water.’ You would get up, but Steve didn’t let you go.

‘No, I’m fine, y/n. It’s fine.’

‘Ok, then I’m gonna get myself some water.’ You pulled his hands away from your waist and got up, quickly striding back inside. You found some water bottles in the fridge in the kitchen, grabbed three, and walked just as quickly back. With the only two people you were interested in talking to sitting outside, you had no business staying in the room. You wanted to get out of there before some drunken asshole started to talk you up, or someone would spill their drink on you.

You managed exactly that and got back outside to find the most unusual image. Steve and Eddie passed the joint between themselves, giggling like two school girls.

‘What did I miss?’ you asked curiously, handing them their own ice-cold water bottle. Steve immediately started drinking his, but Eddie filled you in on the last few minutes.

‘We were just talking.’

‘About?’ You decided to sit on the ground. The freshly cut grass smelled so much better than the grass being smoked up by the three of you.

‘You.’ Steve said, which made you raise an eyebrow, so he added: ‘and how pretty you are.’ It really took him that fast to be out of it, huh? You couldn’t help but laugh. There was no way those two idiots had just spent the previous five minutes gushing about you. Well, maybe Steve, but why would Eddie…

‘No, it’s true,’ Eddie said, nodding lightly and handing you what was still left of the joint. ‘You’re like… insanely hot.’

‘Dude!’ Steve said, ‘that’s still my girlfriend you’re talking about.’

‘Yeah, believe me, I know.’ Eddie kept his head up on his knuckles. You couldn’t tell if the hazy smile came from the drugs or something else. You also started to feel that “insanely hot” comment slightly too literally as your face heated up. Hearing Steve compliment you as he does was still something you weren’t wholly grown used to, but now Eddie was sitting next to you, looking at you the way he does with those big brown eyes of his, not to mention the weed was hitting all the right spots… you were getting dizzy.

Or maybe you had inhaled it for too long because suddenly, you were coughing. Finally, one of them unscrewed the cap of your bottle, and you downed the contents.

‘Fuck- thanks,’ by your own voice, you had still gone a bit sore, but at least you weren’t choking on smoke any longer.

‘Are you ok?’ It was Eddie who asked; he had come off the chair to sit on the ground next to you, his hand on your shoulder. His face was full of concern. Steve had the same expression on his features, just a few feet away. And then he registered Eddie’s position next to you, and some anger overtook him.

‘You see she’s fine, Munson. Back off.’

‘I’m not doing anything, man.’ Eddie laughed, and his words were echoed by you: ‘he’s not doing anything, Steve. Calm down.’

‘I want to but it’s really hard to do when this guy wants to fuck you this bad.’

‘Woah! Woah! Woah! Take a step down Harrington!’ Then, as if you were burning up, Eddie jumped up and stepped back. ‘No one– there is nothing– No.’

‘We’re just friends.’ You went in to defend your best friend. Here it was; Steve’s jealous side was showing its true colours.

‘I believe you, y/n.’ Steve said, ‘it’s the Freak that I don’t trust.’

‘Steve,’ you weren’t enjoying where this was headed and wanted to break it off before it would go too far and someone would get seriously upset. But Steve’s words didn’t have that effect on Eddie, apparently. He laughed, actually.

‘No, it’s alright, y/n. I get it. I would be jealous too if I had a girlfriend like you, an unmatched ego without any skill to please a woman.’

Steve didn’t hesitate, nor did he waste a second to get up and press himself up against Eddie. They were ready to fight, you could tell as you were trying to pry yourself between them and keep whatever was happening in check.

‘Guys–’ you tried, but it all fell on deaf ears. There was only one other thing you thought of, but it felt ridiculous to say out loud, and it had a significant chance of making things even worse than they were, but the drugs were working their natural magic on you, and your verbal filter was shut off for the moment. So, you said that slightly intrusive thought when it popped up in your brain.

‘So prove it!’ You shouted while both of them were yelling something vague about being really good in bed. Those three words coming from your mouth were enough for them to halt their silly fight and look at you dumbfounded.

‘What are you talking about?’ Steve asked.

‘You’re both trying to outdo the other and you’re both saying how great you fuck, so… prove it. Both of you. Fuck me.’

‘No way.’ ‘Okay.’

They glared at each other at the sound of the other one’s answers.

‘What do you mean, “okay”?’ Steve said.

‘What, are you too pussy Harrington?’ Eddie was probably taking a greater enjoyment out of annoying Steve than he would have by having sex with you. He had a shit-eating grin on his face, and it only grew in size as he got under your boyfriend’s nerves.

‘Seriously, cut it out.’

‘I’m just following the lady’s orders, man! Can’t say no to lady!’

Steve looked at you, then at Eddie. Then back at you. He sighed slowly and wildly exaggerated before rubbing the bridge of his nose. ‘What exactly did you have in mind, y/n?’

‘I– hadn’t actually thought that far ahead,’ you admitted, ‘just thought… you guys could figure it out. So play nice and fair, and all that, figure out your own problems amongst each other.

‘And what? You would just be… doing what, exactly?’

‘Enjoying myself.’ you couldn’t keep back the smile on your face. How ridiculous it sounded; you kind of wanted it to happen now. Steve and Eddie were standing in front of you, looking at you with most likely very similar thoughts running through all your heads. Or, you hoped that while you were thinking of what they could do to you, they were thinking of what they would do to you.

‘This is insane. Actually insane.’ Steve suddenly turned around and started talking to himself. ‘I can’t believe I’m— and you’re ok with this?’ he faced you and looked you dead in the eye. The lump in your throat went down slowly, but you nodded.

‘Say it. I gotta hear you say it.’

‘Yes. I’m perfectly ok with it, Steve.’ You both looked at Eddie, who seemed, then confirmed, not to have a single issue with this plan.

‘Ok,’ Steve let out another sigh. He was about to say something before changing his mind quickly. ‘Actually, no, can you give us a moment,’ he asked Eddie and then took you by the hand and led you a few feet away from where you were standing. It wasn’t the actual privacy, as Eddie could still most likely hear what you were talking about, more so the idea of privacy while you discussed everything.

‘Right, so, seriously, what was you idea for this?’

‘I really had not thought you’d consider it, Steve,’ you laughed out of nerves, ‘I mostly just said it so you wouldn’t beat each other up. There’s no need for you to break your nose. Not again.’ That got a little smile out of Steve, but it faded with his next question:

‘This isn’t some weird scheme to just hook up with Eddie, is it?’

‘Now I want to punch you. No, Steve it really isn’t. I would have so many more and easier ways to hook up with him, and you wouldn’t even have had to know.’

‘Ok, well… wait, what?’ There had been a slight delay in Steve’s mind. You had already been walking back to the chairs when he let your words form entirely. You blew him a quick kiss.

‘Everything figured out there?’ Eddie asked when you came back.

‘Mostly, I think.’

+++++++++

You were the first one that walked upstairs. Everyone knew Steve, and Eddie stood out in his own little way, so you were the most inconspicuous of the three of you. You looked around the upstairs corridor and searched for an unoccupied and reasonably clean room. It felt wrong to be scouting for a sex room in a stranger’s house, but the adrenaline and the weed were taking over your morals that night.

The last room on the left had a made-up king-sized bed and a dresser in it; the unpersonal touch in the interior indicated to you that it was, in fact, a spare guest room, the best possible out of all them.

You sat down at the edge of the bed, ignoring the nerves coming up inside. Should you get undressed or let them have that fun? Was sitting like that ok? Or maybe they expected a little show? You had no idea what to do.

Then there was a soft knock on the other side of the room. Nervous, you jumped up to open the door yourself and, to your surprise, both men were standing in the corridor, even after you had decided it would be best for them to come in separately to not draw in any nosy bastards that were also at the party.

‘We were thinking,’ Eddie said while stepping inside the room, already making you regret leaving the two of them alone for the second time that night. ‘And we want you to put this on.’ He showed you the bandana that he had hanging from his jeans.

‘Don’t worry, it’s clean.’ He added and handed you the piece of material. It was soft and, indeed, looked clean.

‘What am I supposed to do with it, exactly?’

‘Nothing, really,’ Steve came up from behind you and took the bandana. He gently draped it in front of your eyes and tied it by the two ends behind your side. ‘It’s just for you too look pretty.’ His words send shivers down your spine. They wanted to blindfold you. Take away an entire sense for the night that would most likely end up in a lot of overstimulation.

‘We thought this would make things a bit more fair,’ Eddie sounded much closer to you than initially, his words whispered right into your ear. ‘Besides, it would calm Harrington down knowing you’re not only with him for his boyish charm and looks.’

That pulled a laugh out of you that Steve probably took slightly personally. But if so, he didn’t let that be heard. His hands, for you’d recognise his touch at any time, moved over your body as he spoke. ‘We’ll undress you now, alright, sweetheart?’

‘O-ok.’ you didn’t know where the shake in your voice was coming from.

‘And as we keep going, we’ll ask you how you feel, so it’s important you be honest with us, got it?’ Eddie was on your other side; you felt like your little Devil and Angel were talking to you, except both were absolutely filthy, and neither had much pureness in them planned for the night.

‘Yes.’

‘Good girl. Keep it up just like this.’

You didn’t know if Eddie was talking about the blindfold or your willingness to give into them. Then, both of them took a step back from you. The light was dimmed in the room, so you couldn’t see anything from behind the blindfold even if you tried. With one sense taken away from you, you tried to focus on everything else, and you could hear them shuffle around a bit, but it wasn’t possible to figure out which one of them had positioned themselves on your left and which one on your right.

A cold hand reached out for you, making you shiver from the suddenness. They moved slowly over your body before reaching for the buttons on your shirt. It was Steve’s shirt actually, an old one you borrowed before going to the party. You had been at his place, too lazy to head back to your own house to change. Never in a million years had you thought then that you would be being undressed by Steve and Eddie four hours later. The shirt was pulled off your arms, and you could hear it fall to the ground in a corner. It was thrown back there. Then either of them made a start on taking off your trousers. It was a slow, fumbly and awkward process, making you giggle as it went on, but the kisses he (whoever he in this scenario may have been) left down your leg as he pulled your jeans down made your laugh just that little bit shakier.

You were left only in your underwear then. There were moments when you could have sworn it sounded like more clothes were coming off, but in the darkness, everything got more confusing, and you couldn’t be certain of anything.

‘I really hope I’m not the only one getting naked,’ you asked nervously. They didn’t respond, verbally at least. Instead, they both took you by the hand and guided you forward. Then you felt it, two chests, skin soft and much warmer than the icy cold hands that had teased you earlier and were still holding on to you. But they let go soon after, leaving you to explore what was in front of you on your own. So you did; moving your hands up and down, you could feel both men had taken their shirts off.

Your hands moved down, expecting some kind of layers, but nothing was left. A soft belly, a hip dip– ‘Oh god, I’m sorry,’ you pulled your hands away when you realised what you had just touched.

‘It’s ok, baby,’ Steve reassured you. You took a deep breath, but it only got harder to breathe when Steve whispered his following words: ‘did you feel how hard I am for you?’

‘Yes,’ you whimpered. He was still standing there. Too far to actually be touching you, maybe just an inch or so, but you felt his presence near you. A warmth radiating off his body onto you. His breath on your shoulder. You wanted to look into his eyes, kiss him, but that wasn’t what the guys had planned, it seemed like, so you stayed put.

‘Are you gonna fuck her, Harrington, or are we just gonna stand around?’ evidently, Eddie was getting restless.

‘Way to ruin the surprise there, Munson,’ Steve groaned. Right. They didn’t want you to know who was doing what to you. That way, you’d be able to “judge” fairly. Without knowing who was doing what, you’d be able to say what felt better without feeling the need to be partial to either of them.

‘I’m sorry, was the surprise to bore your girlfriend to sleep? Is that the “freaky” shit you two are up to without me? Jesus,’ he sighed out the small curse. Then he, you assumed it was Eddie, at least, guided you over to the edge of the bed. You sat down on the mattress while the guys shuffled around a little bit, and the idea of them trying to figure out a position to stand in while naked was quite amusing to you.

Then, Steve said from the other side of the room: ‘y/n, why don’t you lie down for us, baby.’ And so you did, already anticipating what would come next– and you could feel the anxiety through your entire body. Waiting for either of them to finally touch you.

And one of them finally did. Soft and slow kisses on your thighs as hands kept you steady between him. He spread your legs gently but still let his lips trail over your legs, teasing you effortlessly.

‘Please,’ you said after what felt like an eternity. ‘I need you.’ You hoped that by saying this, you would find out who your torturer was, but not a peep came out of either man. It was a confusing situation, not being able to see the man that was pleasuring you the way that “he” was. You wanted to be able to praise them, tell them properly how much you enjoyed it, and for selfish reasons, you wanted to see it happen. The image of one of those incredibly handsome men worshipping your body– but all you saw was pitch darkness.

‘C’mon, please,’ you tried again, and it was slightly more successful this time. Your panties were pulled aside, and a little puff of air blew over your sensitive skin, hitting the nerves of your clit. And then their fingers, you still didn’t know whose fingers they were, but the feeling of them on you felt like a little piece of heaven. Maybe it was Steve, which wouldn’t surprise you– he always loved to take his time with you and use you as his little plaything– but perhaps had Eddie taken off his large rings to not give himself away too quickly. But, as much as you wanted to use logic to figure it out, it was too much. You couldn’t concentrate on figuring out who the person hovering above you was when their fingers were moving over your soaked slit.

They moved faster, rubbing circles, then slowed down, and then moved deeper with each tender stroke until you felt him stretch out your walls. A moan escaped you, too loud for your own liking. Not ten minutes had gone by, and you were already giving them this kind of satisfaction… but how could you not when they fingerfucked you so well. He sped up with each moan you made.

‘Oh my god,’ the heat that overtook your body could have come from plenty of reasons, but it was most likely the feeling of that perfect mouth between your legs. At this point, you didn’t even want to ruin the mystery, and instead of grabbing at their hair, you reached for a clump of the sheets to drag your nails over.

Apparently, that disappointment in action was shared because the person taking care of you quickly reached for your hand and placed it on top of their head. Your fingers immediately rooted themselves in their soft hair. Soft, long… different from what you were used to…

‘Fuck, Eddie,’ you moaned and, being able to say his name, slightly untied the knot in your stomach. ‘I’m- ah, fuck.’ The blindfold had little effect now, so you pulled the material off your face with your free hand. The light in the room, still dim, wasn’t blinding but took a moment to get used to. But once you did, you were greeted with the gorgeous image of a pair of deep brown eyes looking up at you, his casual smirk temporarily occupied with your slit as he sucked on it, pulling another moan out of you.

You looked around for Steve and didn’t need to search far, as he had taken a seat in the chair in the corner, his hand on his dick, and his head was thrown back.

‘Steve,’ you called out your boyfriend’s name as casually as you could while another man was eating you out. He immediately met your gaze, surprised to see your eyes uncovered. He had probably made his way over to you in less than a second, perhaps thinking you were in pain or some other discomfort, ready to help.

‘Babe–’ You didn’t let him finish his sentence. Instead, you opened your mouth and looked up at him as innocently as you could.

‘You’re gonna be the death of me,’ Steve chuckled, getting on top of the bed. ‘Absolute menace.’

‘You know it,’ you winked, and at that moment, Eddie decided to insert his fingers back into you. You moaned, looking down at him in a bit of confusion.

‘I’m feeling left out,’ he said with a faux pout.

‘I’d never forget you, Eddie.’ the smile on your face was already becoming more and more sheepish, but the fire in your stomach was far from getting blown out. Precisely because of this, you got up on your knees, startling both of your men, and sat up.

‘Something wrong?’ Eddie asked.

‘Not at all,’ you patted the spot on the mattress next to you for him to sit, and as soon as he did, you kissed him. It felt very peculiar but not wrong in any way to kiss him. The fact that Steve was right behind you didn’t shoot any alarms either, unlike you had expected it to. It should have made you feel off that you were making out with Eddie, but the worries evaporated out of your mind once you felt Steve’s hands on you, and he started kissing your neck from behind. While you cupped Eddie’s cheek in one hand, your other moved down to stroke Steve’s length, and it didn’t take long for him to moan out against you.

In the meantime, Eddie was growing harder by the second. Finally, when you looked down, you saw his dick against your leg, tip painfully red.

‘Mmm, ok, how do we want to do this, boys?’ you straight up asked them, knowing they would have their own preference to what to do. Meanwhile, you just wanted that hollow feeling between your legs to go away, not really caring who would be the one to do it.

‘I’m sure Harrington wouldn’t appreciate me using up your pussy the whole night,’ Eddie slapped his hand lightly over it, making you jump, which in turn made his smirk resurface. ‘Besides, I’ve sort of fallen in love with that mouth of yours.’ He took your lower lip between his teeth, pulling just the slightest bit before letting it go and saying, 'an’ I’m dying to find out what else it can do.’

You looked over at Steve, needing to be sure he was fine with it since he hadn’t said much. You made eye contact, and he smiled his lovely grin.

‘Are you ok with this?’ He actually asked you, ignoring your unasked question to him.

‘Absolutely.’ Your eagerness was undoubtedly high and didn’t go unnoticed.

‘Alright, calm down there,’ Steve chuckled, slapping your ass playfully, ‘I don’t think you want to show Munson just how much of a slut you are, right of the bat.’

‘I think we’re way past that point,’ Eddie joined in, and you rolled your eyes at both of them, and not wanting to continue this teasing of yours, you decided to take small control of the situation. You got down on all fours without saying a word, facing Eddie. That shut them both up fairly quickly.

Steve was the first to take action, putting his hands on your hips and aligning himself at your entrance. He loved to take his time going in, and while it usually killed you, you had a view to look at this time. The time that Steve took to tease you, you spent teasing Eddie. Fluttering your eyelashes every now and then at him with a sweet smile, biting your lip, all that dewy stuff guys drool over. You didn’t really have much experience with other guys, so you stuck your tongue out like Steve liked. It was just a bit too far to reach Eddie. Now, you would lie if you said you didn’t want him there and then, but sometimes waiting it out just a little bit could make things better.

Eddie, in the meantime, started to clump up your hair in a makeshift ponytail. He was careful and very gentle, ensuring that he didn’t pull too hard (yet) on a loose strand of hair or didn’t lose any of it from his grip.

‘Steve, please,’ you needed him to hurry up, already knowing that you were practically dripping for him.

‘You heard the lady, Harrington. Get a move on.’ Eddie’s dark eyes were practically black at that moment, filled with the need for you.

‘Don’t tell me what to do, Munson,’ Steve groaned, finally letting himself slide inside you. He did it in one swift move, stretching you out. And once that happened, he didn’t waste a second and started to move with all the strength he had in him, and through that, he managed to hit your deep spots with every thrust. His hands dug into your sides, and the way his hips met yours through his movements, you knew you’d get sore from it in the best way possible.

But Steve definitely, maybe purposefully, made it hard for you to stay up on your hands and keep your head up for Eddie.

It was like a chain reaction. First, Steve would thrust into you, and in all that ecstasy, you’d moan around Eddie’s cock, which would send all of those vibrations like electricity through his entire body. Then, either as a treat or punishment for it, he’d pull that ponytail he had worked so hard on to keep neat. He’d pull your hair, and you would tense and squeeze around his length. And just like that, in the perfect little circle of it all, Steve would respond with his pretty moans.

‘Fuck baby, you’re doing so good,’ he panted, slowing down. Eddie, however, kept up his own rhythm. It was sloppy, and you couldn’t imagine it was attractive at how he made you drool, but he kept going, hitting the back of your throat.

‘So… good,’ Eddie responded to Steve’s earlier statement. A tear rolled down your cheek, and he was quick to wipe it away with his thumb. He cursed under his breath when, once again, he managed to hit the back of your throat and make you gag. His grip on your hair tightened even more, and to add to it, Steve started to slow down his movements. Slow down, but he used all his energy to make you feel it with each move. Slow, but hard and precise. They were both close; you could feel it.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ Eddie, being new to your body and limits, pulled out.

‘It’s fine, Eds,’ you smiled at him and opened your mouth again for him. He hesitated, looked at you, then at Steve, who must have given him some kind of green light that you couldn’t see from behind you. But it wasn’t enough for Eddie, who still looked for another confirmation in you.

‘Come on, Eddie, I know you want to do it.’ You licked his tip, and it was almost enough for him to burst. Then, while Steve pushed out his last strong thrusts, Eddie spilt inside of you. Maybe it was what Steve had been trying to hold on for, as he didn’t come much later. It was by far the dirtiest moment in your life, being filled up by your boyfriend and best friend, taking in their cum like it was made for you.

Finally, they slowed down to a moment of halt. Some of Eddie’s cum spilt out of your mouth, and the realisation hit you that you were in a stranger’s bed, who would probably not be very excited at the image of those strains on their covers.

‘Ah shit, wait,’ Eddie moved away and jumped off the bed in the direction of what you presumed to be the bathroom. Steve then took on his usual “caring boyfriend” role and helped you lie down comfortably.

‘Did you cum?’ Of course, those were the first words that came out of his mouth.

‘Steve-’

‘Did you?’

‘Honestly, I don’t know. I was too occupied with the whole “two dicks inside of me” situation.’ That was probably the dumbest way you could have phrased it, but because of that same situation, you were too tired to think and sound more poetic.

‘You didn’t, did you?’ His eyes saddened immediately at the idea of neither him nor Eddie actually managing their goal. But as quickly as the spark disappeared, another kind of glint emerged in his eyes. ‘C’mere.’

‘What?’ You looked and sounded confused as he tried to pull you up.

‘Just hold onto the frame.’ He shuffled down the mattress to lie down. ‘I’m promising you, you’re not walking out of this room until you’ve come… at least twice.’ He wanted to make it up to you, clearly.

You sat up like Steve told you to, laughing to yourself, with your legs on either side of his face. The sound of your laugh was already plenty of fuel for him to get going again, and it all started again with a kiss to your core. Steve wanted to prove a point, and he was sure as hell gonna do it well.

‘Round two already?’ Eddie had just walked out of the bathroom, cold and wet towel in hand just for you and the sight that greeted him was of you sitting on Steve’s face. Something he had not prepared for but now would never want to forget. You tried to reply, but Steve was much too distracting. You were mid-moan when Steve said from between your legs:

‘This is still round one, man.’ And Eddie didn’t need to hear another word. He was just as ready to make it up to you for the rest of the night.

The End

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louloulemons-posts · 5 months

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congratulations on 1k!!! could u do prompt 30 adopting a pet for eddie munson?? 🖤🖤

thank you for the request 🫶🏻

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30 : ‘adopting a pet together’

W/Eddie Munson

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

you and eddie had been living together for a while now, you apartment had become home very quickly for the both of you.

everyday life together was something you easy jumped into, not having any bumps in the road - it just worked.

but sometimes it got lonely, you’d be out at work and eddie would be alone, or vice versa. and then there were times where you’d lay together and thing - wouldn’t it be great to have a dog lay with us too.

so you had decided on it, to go to the shelter, it was christmas time and you knew a lot of dogs needed a home, especially now.

walking hand in hand to the shelter, you smiled up at eddie as he opened the door for you, letting you duck under his arm.

“hi, how can i help you?” a woman smiled from behind the counter.

you returned the greeting with a smile, “we were hoping to have a look at your dogs.”

“you’re planning to adopt?”

“mhm, we are,” eddie nodded.

“great, have you got any ideas in mind. age, temperament, breed?”

“we were wondering if we can see the dogs you’ve had here the longest?” you said.

a grin broke into the woman’s face, “that’s very kind of you, i know who to take you too.”

leading you through a door you saw a few rows of kennels, yapping and barking coming from inside.

you and eddie chuckled seeing a small boy and his parents playing with a young labrador pup.

“she’s just down here.”

“how longs she been here?” eddie asked.

“around four months, we’re actually getting to the point where a staff member will have to take her or, the other option.”

you frowned, “poor baby.”

“is there a reason people won’t take her?” eddie asked.

“well, yes. it’s the way she looks more than anything. speaking on which, this is echo.”

looking in the kennel your heart melted, there sat a golden brown pit bull. a long scar of an old gash across her nose.

the woman nodded towards her, “people see that and think she must be vicious. we rescued her from some not very nice people.”

you nodded, and eddie spoke up, “could we meet her?”

“of course.” the kennel was unlocked and you and eddie went inside, being quiet not to startled her.

“hi pretty girl,” you cooed, offering your hand for her to sniff. she did so, tail wagging like a helicopter, eddie followed your actions, the pup had a smile like expression.

the pair of you sat down near the dog, allowing her to come over to you. she did so with ease.

“how old is she?” you asked, giving echo a fuss.

“we’ve estimated around 3 years old, she’s neutered and has had all her vaccines. she’s probably not the best for a home with another dog, just because of past experience

“she struggles being cooped up with them for long periods of time - she’s okay outdoors, it’s just when she feels trapped.”

“that’s okay, she’d been our first dog,” eddie said.

you smiled, echo basically climbing into your lap, head resting on your shoulder, having a good sniff at eddie.

“oh eds,” you said, wrapping your arms around her.

“she’s perfect right?”

“she really is.”

“would it be possible for us to adopt her?” eddie asked, the woman couldn’t stop beaming.

“of course, we have a lead and harness for you to take for her. leaflets for care at the front, i’ll need you to fill out some paperwork.”

you nodded egarly, the lady called over another member of staff, “could you please get echo ready to go home?”

the smile they gave each other was contagious, “of course i can, i’m so glad someone’s finally giving her a chance. come on sweet girl let’s get you ready.”

echo let out a sweet bark, allowing you and eddie to get up, whining slightly when you exited her kennel.

“we’ll see you soon sweetheart,” eddie comforted, giving her a pat on the head.

“if you follow me back to the desk,” the woman said, leading the way back through the kennels.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

the paperwork had been filled out and you’d grabbed so many leaflets so you could head to the store.

now you were just waiting for your girl, and with a small bark you knew she was on her way.

her tail was wagging like crazy her body was in a deep purple harness with matching lead.

you’d learned she was well trained too, didn’t bite, chew things she shouldn’t, potty trained, knew basic commands.

with a pull and bark she ran towards you, “hi pretty girl,” you smiled, kissing her snout, “you ready to go home?”

she was so excited , her whole body wiggling happily.

“i think that’s a yes babe,” eddie laughed.

“well let’s get our girl home.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

and that’s how your evenings went, lay in between eddies legs on the sofa, echo’s head lay on your stomach.

your hand lazily rubbing her back, eddie doing the same, your other hands linking.

this was the life.

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Jealousy is Ugly - Bakugou x reader

Bakugou has a new partnership and the leader of the agency has a thing for him even though he’s been dating reader, his secretary, for several years. Will this secretary ever give up?!

⚠️ Not proof read, fighting, jealousy, blah blah blah

Hi bitches, I see your requests and just know I’m working on it but Im like hella depressed rn LOLL. Also I got lots of work and shit. Bare with me here. I am working on it.

She makes you so fucking mad. The way she walks, the way she talks, the way she breaths, the way she flirts with your man. The way shes better at flirting with your man than you.

She was apart of another agency, almost 3 years older than you and Bakugou. Your agencies merged the heros for a promotion or reason on something you couldnt remember through your seething anger.

You were at first optimistic when she was chosen as a partner with you and Katsuki. As his assistant, you thought I’d be a good opportunity since shes supposidly very good at what she does. Too bad shes not good at taking a fucking hint.

Katsuki and you had been secretly dating for almost a year. You had liked each other long before but with the both of you being dense when it came to feelings, it took yall a while to figure it out.

Her shiny, bright hair falls into her palm as she gave your boyfriend puppydog eyes. Not a hair out of place on her head, fucking bitch.

She hummed methodically, rudely interrupted the meeting at hand. “Hmmm, you’re pretty impressive for someone so new. You have your own agency and your climbing the ranks so fast! I wasn’t good like that at your age at all.” Fucking cougar bitch, find some desperate guys your age to harrass.

Bakugou clicked his tongue at the comment, sending her a harsh glare. He ignored her though, he’s heard that compliment so many times but out of her mouth it sounded digusting.

She laughed, sickeningly sweet. Your eyes trailed her hand as it went up to caress his bicept. You wanted to tear every single one of those decorated, clean nails off her fingers. Bakugou quickly pushed her away, “Can you fuck off-“ You called your hands together, “Okay! Can we focus please?”

The evil, perfect bitch turns your way as if you were nothing but dirt to her. She looks you up and down slowly, mean girl attitude dripping off her like snake venom.

You return the look right back with a slight rise of your lip. It was a silent challenge, an invitation to take this outside if she wanted to. She giggled with such a condescending tone you almost gagged before sitting down in her chair once more with her arms crossed. Mhm, thats what I thought.

When you finally broke eye contact with her you were sucked into Bakugou’s eyes. He was staring at you with a questioning look. A ‘whats going on?’ translated easily through his eyes to you. You couldnt help yourseld from side eyeing him too. It probably wasn’t fair to be angry at him too but you couldn’t help but be mad. Maybe if he wasnt so used to getting hit on he’d actually be more firm instead of brushing them off.

He looked back at you with his eyebrows furrowed. ‘What?!?’ was an easy translation from his face.

You continued anyway, lightly tapping on your clipboard. “Well, the companies partnership has gained popularity online. It has also promoted more partnerships and brand beals within the community.”

The guy from the other agency, whom you forgot was here, revealed the line graph of benefits. He pushed up his glasses, “Yes, and whilst it brings in more money, it has lessoned crime in our selected area by 2%. Doesnt sound like a lot but for that much to go down in day in our city is certainly an achievement.”

You think the other guy told you to call him Yol. He was rather handsome and well spoken. You almost giggled, does everyone in their agency have to be pretty? This girl was crazy.

After he was done with his statistics and shit, it was your turn to go on about whats next for the program.

“As for the next step, we’ll temporarily paid heros in Mr. Dynamite’s agency and Ms. Mowqua’s agency. We’ll pair based on quirk compatibility, not on how well you know each other. Yet, we will except complaints and make changes if you do not feel comfortable with your partner in able to promote a safe enviornment.”

Everyone in the meeting nodded to themselves to take in the information. There were some heros but most of them were higher up staff. “Any questions?” You asked. A couple hands went up but they were all interrupted by the improper edicate of not waiting your goddamn turn.

Mowqua’s lips twisted into a seductive smirk. She hummed, “I have one!” You put on the most professional style you could muster as she spoke. “Can I be with Dynamite since we’re both the owners of the agencies?” Your boyfriend scoffed, “I don’t need a fucking partner and I don’t want one.” You wanted to tear your fucking hair out. He was your boyfriend and even you didn’t dick ride like this.

Your temporary partner, Yol, looked at you to discuss. “That would be ideal, the two owners of agencies working together as partners would bring in a lot of talk.” You shook your head at him lightly, “Wouldn’t work out.”

Just as you were about to elaborate Ms. Bitch clicked her tongue at you. “Why not?” She whined. “I’d love to work with such a strong and handsome hero!” You’re gonna be working with a bloody lip if you don’t shut the fuck- “Your quirks are not compatible enough to be put together. You have a quirk that installs moisture and water into the air, Mr. Dynamite perfers not to be around anyone that could slow down his heating process for explosions. Water could affect how he acts in the battle field.”

You had to hold back a satisfied smirk when she glared at you. “Well, I can put out any fires he causes with his explosions.” “Well then I’ll just assign you to be a firefighter instead if thats what you wanna do Ms. Mowqua. Would you like that?” The tone of just sarcasm and mockery that came out of you was surely unprofessional but entirely worth it.

Seeing Bakugou smirk at that made your heart jump. He rolled his eyes in a playful way. You send him a quick smile before turning around to answer the many questions around the room with Yol.

As you wrapped up your presentation you could feel two eyes burning into you with a glare that just seemed too ugly for her.

You ate lunch with Katsuki in the cafeteria on the 6th floor. It was almost always unoccupied so it where the both of you chilled out and discussed either work or just normal things at home.

You took a bite of the bento he had made you. “I had to stay up late to make those pairings. I paired you with some guy with a teleportation quirk.” He scoffed, “I don’t need a partner, ill be better without one.” You rolled your eyes, he was so stubborn. “Yeah, I believe you. But we need to to diverse our audience.”

You pull your bento away from him when he tries to grab half of it away with his chopsticks. “Ill give it to you for 1500 yen.” He gives you a fake offended look, “I made it! And its worth way more than that.”

“Heeeeeeeey!” The sickly sweet voice made you want to vomit all the food onto the floor. “Dynamite! What a coincidence. I was actually just looking for Ms. Y/n!-“ “L/n.” No way was she gonna call you by your first name like you were her friend. She bit back a glare, “Ah yes, sorry!”

She sat down across from you and Bakugou with her arm holding her chin. “I actually wanted to talk about my partner.” Oh my fucking god. “I just really want it to be Dynamite!” Bakugou and you share a side eye that almost makes you laugh.

“Everything’s already finalized-“ “I knoooow but can you just make an acception?” “No-“ “I wouldn’t wanna have to make a report about your behavier.”

You were taken aback for a moment, is she being forreal? “The fuck? Report her for what? Showing you that the world doesn’t revolve around you?” She must’ve thought he was joking cause she did her flirty laugh. Bakugou slid a hand on your thigh, you weren’t sure if it was to ground you or him.

“Make the complaint.” You challenged. “Do it.” A dramatic sigh rangs through her mouth. You steal some of Katsuki’s food while it happens. “Well, its your job not mine boo.” You laugh, “Okaaaay..?”

You decide to just ignore her at this point. Girls like her hate when someones unbothered by their actions. It seems that Katsuki had zoned out after the last thing he said too. You quietly offer Bakugou a napkin to which he uses to wipe off his face.

The tapping of her nails against the wood gets progressively louder the more the both of you brush her off.

“So are you free this weekend Dynamite?” “No.” “Well what’re you doing?” “Im gonna be with y/n.” “Youre gonna be working?” “Do you every shut the fuck up?”

“Hey l/n~!” “Mhm?” “Do you think I’d be a good marketing plan if me and Dynamite publicly dated?” “Nope, dont think so. The people like the mystery of it most the time.” “Ew, gross. I’d rather die.” “Youre so funny Bakugou!”

“Dont you think that lunch has too many carbs and fats l/n?” “Maybe.” “Are you not worried?” “Nope.” “But you’ll gain even more weight! You’ll look almost as hideous as that lunch.” “On god? Thats craaazy?” “I made that lunch.” “Oh.”

“Is that outfit really appropriate for work?” “Only for me.” “You should go shopping, you can’t go out in public like that while we’re working together.” “Shes not working with you, shes working with your assistant. She does not give a single shit about you. Shut the fuck up.” “Hehe you know I’m just kidding!”

“So do you have a boyfriend l/n.” “Yeah.” “Reeeaaally? Thats suprising, you aren’t lying to me are you?” “Nope.” “Cause you don’t seem like the type to be… loved.” “And you dont seem like the type to go farther than friends with benefits. We’re such twins.” “Heh.”

After the constant shut downs she starts to get frustrated. You can tell by the way her smooth forehead scrunches and her lips twist. You make it your mission to ignore her and it seems Bakugou’s already on the same page.

“So~” Mowqua twists her hair, “Dynamite, do-“ “Let me have some of that.” He points at your food as Mowqua’s mouth hangs open from the shock of being completely ignored.

“No. Its mine and you have your own.” “Well I want yours.” “No.” “I made it.” “Okay?-“ You flinched at the sound of fists meeting the table. You both looked up at her, you in astonishment and him in annoyance.

“What the hell?!” She yelled. Her perfect face was now scrunched up into an ugly look of jealousy. “Ive been trying to flirt with you for so long but you keep IGNORING me!” Her hair fell unkept as she stomped over to you. “And YOU!” She grabbed you by the collar and dragged you up to her face. “You are such a weird bitch for trying to get in the way of us! You’d never even have a fucking chance! You’re probably just a slut trying to sleep with him to get a raise!”

Before you could even think about it your palm connected to her face. The loud crack of your hand to her cheek bounced off the walls. And the next thing you knew her hair was balled up in your hand as she scratched at your abdomen.

Right as you landed another hit to her face you were pulled off of her by strong hands. Bakugou pulled you behind him with a hand securing your wrist to make sure you wouldn’t jump back out.

“You bitch!” She laughed, “You’re that jealous that you would fight me? Try not being so ugly and maybe you’ll have a chance with him!” You grabbed Bakugou’s hand and yanked it off of you. He grabbed you just as you were about to jump back at her.

“Im his girlfriend you dumbass bitch!” You yelled. She giggled through her gritted teeth, “Delusional whore!” Bakugou clicked his tongue, “Get the fuck out of my building. Our collab is done and if I see you here again I will put you behind fucking bars.” She winced at his harsh tone, “W-what?” “You fucking heard me! Take your shit and leave!”

She looked confused and betrayed for some unknown reason. “All for your secretary?!” “Thats my fucking girlfriend you dipshit! And if shes prettier than your ass will ever fucking be, you walking jump-scare!”

She stutters on her words for a little bit with a deep blush. You were finally satisfied when you took a good look at her. Her cheek was swollen red, the other flushed with embarrassment. Her perfect hair was now disheveled and matted from how you pulled her. Her usual calm expression was replaced by devastation. The only ugly one here was her.

Tears built up in her eyes as she turned around and ran out of the room.

After, Bakugou made you get checked out, even though you insisted that you were okay. Bakugou was true to his word and every single tie to her agency was cut. He reported her to the police and she was put on public news for attacking civilians.

You didn’t care too much about all this, you were too engrossed in Bakugou. You knew you had nothing to worry about anymore when it came to jealousy. He would always love you more than the next. And you the same.

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haddonfieldwhore · 4 months

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welcome to the party - will borgen

will borgen x fem!reader

summary: after will and a few of the kraken help you get away from your ex at a bar, they invite you to celebrate their winter classic win with them

warnings: shitty non descriptive ex bf, drinking, language

word count: around 1.7k i think

“please, just leave me alone,” you sighed for the thousandth time, you ex continuing to pull on your arm, not getting the hint.

“come on, baby. i know you miss me,” he slurred, drunk off his ass; and you had the unfortunate pleasure of running into him when you were just trying to have a good night.

“as if,” you rolled your eyes, pulling your arm from his grip finally.

“i’m gonna get you another drink, maybe you’ll cool down,” he mumbled, and you shook your head.

“don’t waste your money,” you sighed, but he was already off to the bar, not listening to you once again. you looked around the bar, which was pretty crowded; although it was new year’s day, it was a monday, so you hadn’t thought it would be this busy. you knew that a lot of people here were probably celebrating the seattle kraken winning the winter classic earlier, and as your eyes scanned the patrons in the crowd, you noticed a few of the players were actually here. the group of them seemed to be mostly keeping to themselves, although the corner of the room that they occupied grew louder and louder as the night went on, seemingly joining in celebrating with the fans.

hoping to blend in to the crowd and lose your ex, you slowly migrated over to their side of the room, laughing as one of them, a brunette with curly hair stood on a table with the help of some of his friends. not paying attention to where you were going, you felt your body run into something; rather someone, and looked up at the person.

“sorry,” you both muttered, but the tall man smiled down at you, light brown hair peeking out from under a seattle kraken beanie.

“it’s my fault, i should watch where i’m walking,” you admitted while checking over your shoulder to see if your ex had spotted you.

“hey, i also wasn’t looking, so we’ll call it even,” he laughed, his light eyes slightly glossy from drinking. “are you looking for someone?” he asked, and you shook your head.

“more like someone is looking for me-“

“and you don’t want to be found.” he said, putting the pieces together.

“that obvious?” you laughed, and he smiled.

“you can stay over here with us; we won’t let anything happen to you,” he said with a cute smile, gesturing to the table of other kraken players.

“are you sure? i don’t want to intrude; i assume you’re celebrating winning the game earlier?”

“mhm, and it’s not intruding because i invited you,” he smiled, obviously in a good mood still from the game. “did you watch it?” he asked. you felt his hand softly touch your back, respectfully just below your shoulder blades as he steered you back towards his table.

“i saw parts of it - you scored right?”

“i did,” he smiled wide, and you couldn’t stop one from spreading across your face as well.

“congratulations,” you said genuinely as the two of you approached the table, and he pulled a chair out for you sit before taking one next to you.

“i’m will, by the way,” he said, offering his hand for you to shake.

“y/n,” you accepted it, his large hands dwarfing yours as you realized just how tall he was, even sitting down.

“this is gourde-o, tye, matty, yamo, and that’s dunner,” he introduced the others at the table, pointing at the one stood on the table next theirs. “there’s a few more of us around here somewhere.” they all said their hellos, but your smile dropped as your ex finally found you, setting your drink on the table in front of you.

“so this is where you ran off to,” he said. “i was looking everywhere for you baby.”

“i told you not to get me this,” you said, pushing the drink away from yourself. “and don’t call me that, we broke up months ago.”

“you still love me though, i know you do.”

“please just leave. don’t ruin my night because you can’t get over me,” you were getting frustrated, tired of being polite.

“do you even know these guys? are you some kind of groupie now?” he spat, and will tenses next to you.

“i’m just sitting with them, now please just get a cab and go home-“ you lied.

“which one of them are you sleeping with?”

“leave her alone, man,” wills voice came from next to you, and while you appreciated it, you knew your ex was just gonna target him now. while your ex could be a bit of an asshole when he drank, will seemed to be a happy drunk, and that only pissed your ex off more.

“so it’s you then?” he pointed at will, and you shook your head. standing up from your seat, you put your hands on your exes chest, pushing him away from the table.

“get out of here and sleep it off. before you do something you’ll regret,” you pleaded, and he grabbed at your wrist again, but you managed to get your hand away before he could get a hold of tou.

“why, so you can go get passed around by the hockey team? yeah right.”

“dude, let her go,” will appeared next to you, his hand resting on your hip.

“will-“

“get your hands off her,” your ex slurred.

“just leave her alone,” will spoke calmly, seemingly having sobered up a little bit in the last few minutes. he was a head taller than your ex, and despite his cute demeanour, was ten times as intimidating, helped partially by the large scar across his neck. “come on man.” you looked to the side to see a few people watching, while thankfully most people were ignoring the situation; or they were too drunk to notice over the sound of the blaring music. either way, you really hadn’t wanted to cause a scene, especially now with will and the other guys involved. tye and matty were standing behind will as well now, making sure you were okay, and you appreciated it greatly.

your ex took a step back, and will relaxed a bit as well, pulling you behind his body as your ex stared him down, but decided after a quick look at the three hockey players guarding you to give it up. he cursed at you before storming out of the club, and you breathed a sigh of relief.

“thank you,” you said, wrapping your arms around will in a hug, his arms circling around you. “i’m sorry about him.”

“you don’t have to apologize. we’re just glad you’re okay. do you want to come sit with us?” he asked, and you felt relaxed to see him smiling again. you nodded, following him hand in hand back to the table, and quickly shots were placed in both your hands by will’s teammates. will took off his hat, running a hand through his messy hair, clinking his glass against yours before you each downed the liquor.

•

a few hours and a few more drinks later, you found yourself sitting in wills lap as the others had returned to the table and you had quickly run out of seats. his arms held you tight around your waist so you wouldn’t fall. his skin was warm and his face flushed pink from the alcohol, the blush spreading to the tips of his ears. you were sure that you were in a similar state; having lost count of how many drinks you’d had. one look at all of the empty glasses and bottles on the table told you it was a lot. at one point, the guys all had celebratory beers in huge boot shaped glasses, on the house to celebrate the teams win, and you had snapped a photo of will drinking from his earlier.

you found yourself admiring how pretty he was, his light green eyes heavy from the alcohol, but still remained bright and full of excitement as he looked back and forth between his friends throughout conversation. your eyes looked down at the scar across his neck, and you wondered what it was from but didn’t ask, instead using your thumb to wipe away some eyeblack makeup that had been on his cheeks to help with the sun during the outdoor game. once the pigment was gone, you hummed sleepily as you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“what’s that for?” he giggled happily.

“just another thank you,” you smiled. “and because you’re kinda really cute.”

“kinda really?” he repeated, and you laughed as you stared at eachother, the alcohol making both of you giddy, oblivious to anyone else in the bar as you looked at his green eyes. the room felt like it was spinning slightly, or like you were on a boat out on the ocean, rocking back and forth with the crashing waves. it was kind of fitting, as the guys had shown you pictures of their arrival outfits, having shown up to the game in bright fisherman’s overalls.

“mhm,” you agreed, holding his chin gently in your hand, your noses almost touching from how close you were. his eyes scanned your face, looking at your eyes, then your lips, and back to your eyes again, and your heart skipped a few beats.

“you’re kinda really cute too,” he mumbled, his words jumbling together slightly from intoxication, and he bumped his forehead against yours as you giggled; your stomach beginning to ache slightly from how much you had been laughing tonight.

“get a room, you two,” matty laughed, but neither of you cared, ignoring him as you returned to the present and out of your own little world.

“more shots?” vince suggested, and you and a few others all shook your heads.

“schwartzy said he’s done setting up the after party, if we want to head over to his place,” yamo said, reading a text off his phone. you checked the time on your phone, seeing that it was only 9pm. you didn’t want the night to end, but also didn’t want to overstay your welcome. hanging out at the bar was one thing, but a house party, presumably full of the teams wives and girlfriends seemed like a bit too much; especially when you were far too drunk to make a good first impression.

“do you want to come to a friends place?” will asked you.

“are you sure? isn’t it like a team thing?” you asked.

“kind of,” he admitted, shrugging his shoulders slightly.

“you coming with us?” tye asked you.

“i don’t think i can this time, sorry guys,” you decided, a little nervous about the idea of being at a party with that many strangers, no matter how nice they all had been so far. “but thank you! maybe another time.”

“it’s okay,” will smiled. “can i give you my number so you can’t text me let me when you’ve made it home safe?” he asked, and you nodded with a smile. you exchanged numbers, and called a cab, will and the guys waiting until you got in the car before they left.

you sat in the back of the car, thinking over everything that had happened, from the encounter with your ex to almost kissing will; and wishing you had. you hoped you would see him again, but knowing that he was very busy travelling and also a famous hockey player, you weren’t sure it would happen.

as you stepped inside your apartment, you typed out a quick text to will.

the alcohol was starting to wear off slightly, and you had just enough energy to wash your face and peel your clothes off, throwing on some pyjamas before hopping into bed.

as you scrolled through instagram in bed, your mind drifted to a certain tall brunette. you easily found his instagram from the teams page, thinking he wouldn’t mind if you followed him. you looked through the teams page at all of the pictures from the game, even videos of the goals being scored, including will’s. you’d had a lot of fun with the guys, and found yourself really hoping that the kraken won again soon.

dt: @krakenkrunch

disclaimer: all screenshots, events, and/or interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned

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justtwotired · 6 months

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Whispers of the night - Lloyd Garmadon x F!reader

Part 1, Part 2

Your pov:

I looked at my phone, mustering up the courage to take it in my hands and sent a tekst to Lloyd. He had told me to sent him a date, but would he still be able to come if that date was today?

Fuck it, I’m just going it text him.

You

Hi!

I put my phone back down, now to wait for a response. My phone then went of and I yanked it of the table.

Lloyd

Hey :)

You

You told me I could send you a date to hang out, would today work?

Lloyd

You aren’t very good at planning, are you?

But sure, I don’t have much else to do.

You

Damn, don’t need to type it out like that😪

Kidding, can we meet at the park?

Lloyd

Yeah, see you there in twenty?

You

See you in twenty!

Twenty? TWENTY? I definitely had to hurry if I wanted to make it in twenty.

I rushed upstairs, quickly putting on my make up. Downstairs, I grabbed my pack of gum from the table and shoved it in the pocket of my hoodie.

“Bye mum, I’m going to the park with a friend.” I quickly said and kissed her on the cheek. “Be back by six! Me and your father will be out I need you to watch over Ace and Charlotte because the nanny is sick!”

“Alright!” I called back and then closed the door behind me.

I ran to the park, somehow managing to do that on my rather high heels.

I jumped the park fence, not caring to get to the entrance and looked at my phone. Twenty five minutes, it’s fine.

You

A bit late but I’m here, where are you?

Lloyd

I’m at the food stall

You

See you there in a minute

I put my phone away and made my way to the food stall, sitting in front of Lloyd who had taken place at one of the tables.

“Did you run?” He asked amused. “I’m a good runner, believe me, but my house is far away from the park, and my dads got the car and I didn’t want to bother the driver.” I said out of breath, making him raise his eyebrows.

“Driver, huh?” He said and I shrugged. “Yeah, my parents are pretty well off.”

He just smiled before looking behind him for a moment.

“I’m for a drink?” He asked getting up and I smiled, also making way to get up. “Hey, sit back down, I’ll get it.” He assured and I smiled and sat back down.

“Alright then, a passion fruit smoothie.” I said and gave him a five dollar bill. He looked at it unamused and turned away to get the drinks.

When he got back I was glaring at him. “What?” He asked with a laugh, putting the smoothie in front of me. “You didn’t have to pay for my drink.” I said.

“I know, but I don’t care.” He said and I chuckled. “Alright I guess, seems like I’ll be paying for lunch.” And I took a sip of my smoothie.

“We’ll see about that.” He said with a challenging tone of voice, making me give him a wicked grin. It was silent for a moment, it wasn’t awkward or anything, but somehow I just didn’t like it, but what do I say?

“So, you hang out in the park a lot?” Lloyd broke the silence and I almost let out a sigh of relief. “Yeah, mostly with my friends to skate, I spent most of my free time here, and other wise I’m around in the city,” I shrugged with a small smile.

“And you? What do you do?” I asked, actually quite interested. I’m not always that interested in strangers, there was just something about him… something enchanting.

It probably where those damned green, beautiful eyes.

“Oh, I mostly just hang around with my friends, and I train a lot, my life is really not that interesting.” He let out a small laughs and I looked at him intrigued, I highly doubted his life to be uninteresting.

I decided not to comment on it and brush past it. “What kind of training do you do, then?” I asked instead and he shrugged. “Just work outs and stuff,” he shrugged.

“I can see that.” I mumbled before realising what I said and quickly looking away, probably blushing like mad, making him laugh. “You’re not that smooth, are you?” He teased and I glared at him.

“I can be!” I insisted. “Mhm, sure.” He winked at me, making me stick out my tongue.

We spent the afternoon together, he was actually really funny. “Want to go get lunch now?” He asked and I nodded, being really hungry.

“Yes please, where do you want to go?” I asked and he thought for a moment, before a sly grin spread across his face.

“What about Harvey’s? They bake fresh bread every afternoon.” He said and somewhere in me, it felt like he knew, but that’s ridiculous, we weren’t on the news or something.

I laughed nervously, looking around me. “Well, we could, but uhh, what do you think of that cafe over there,” I pointed at a small cafe at the end of the street. “Freshly baked buns.” I read of the sign and he shrugged with a small smile.

“Whatever your majesty wants.” He said making me playfully hit his shoulder.

“Aren’t you hilarious?” I asked dryly.

Lloyd pov:

We finished our lunch, it was pretty funny to see her struggle to make an excuse when I asked why she didn’t want to go to Harvey’s.

Part of me wondered why I was here, she did steal from a shop, and though it where only skittles, I had no idea how much her friends stole and how much she did it.

Was it only supermarkets she stole from? Or did she also steal way more expensive stuff?

We finished our lunch and she glanced around, without saying much.

“Are we done? Do you want anything more to drink?” She asked with a kind smile. I shook my head no. “I’m fine, do you want anything else?” I asked and she shook her head aswel.

Part of me expected her to either grab my arm and bolt out of the store, or leave me here and do the same.

She then smiled at me, stood up and walked to the counter. “Hi, can I pay here?” She asked and the barista smiled. “Yes, of course, you sat at the window there, right?” She questioned making Y/n nod.

The counter was a quite far away, if it weren’t for my heightened senses, I wouldn’t be able to hear them, so I knew she wasn’t trying to make a good impression on me.

“That would be 18.65, do you want to pay cash or card?” The barista looked up. “Oh, make that 24, and card, please,” she said before hesitating. “This tip does still go to you if I pay by card right?” She asked and the barista just smiled a genuine smile and nodded.

Y/n payed and then looked at me with a ‘ready to go?’ Look. I got up, took out plates and left them in the counter.

“Thank you,” I waved at the girl behind the counter. “Have a nice weekend!” Y/n added quickly.

“So, where do you want to go next?” I asked and she seemed to be thinking hard, and she gave me a shy look, which I definitely hadn’t been expecting.

“Would you find me boring if I I’d say the library?” She asked and I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “Of course not, though this is rather unexpected, I have to be honest,” I admitted as I walked my way to the library.

“Yeah well, I’m one of this people that hated school but loved reading. The cold season is coming meaning I won’t get that much customers at my work, I mostly read there in the winter.” She told me.

“Oh, where do you work?” I asked intrigued. “Just a coffee shop, pretty fun actually, not that much colleagues, I’m there every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon.” She informed me. “Great coffee there honestly, my boss is pretty chill so I can just grab some when I want.” There was a twinkle in her eyes and I felt a strange feeling in my stomach.

“Sounds good, you should sent me the adres, I’ll stop by sometime.” I winked making her look the other way. “Sure.” She said and I grinned.

When we walked into the library, she immediately knew where to go and I hid back my smile as she went trough the books.

When we did leave, she carried a bag with three books and a giddy smile on her face. “Where to now?” I asked her and she looked up at the sky.

“It is getting quite late… our nanny is sick so I have to watch my two little siblings this evening,” she said and I smiled. “I’ll bring you home then, if that’s alright with you.” She nodded and i walked her home.

“We should do this again sometime, I really enjoyed it.” She admitted, “I-if you want to, of course,” she quickly said and I smiled down at her.

“I enjoyed it to, we do really have to hang out another time.” I said.

“This is me, here.” She stopped in front of a huge house, I didn’t expect she’d actually live in this neighbourhood when we entered. Sure, she said she was well of, but I didn’t know that meant she was rich.

“I’ll see you another time then,” I winked at her before leaving with a small wave. “Bye!” I heard her say before she opened the big gate to enter the property of her house.

Your pov:

When I opened the door, I was met with my father who grinned at the sight of me. “Ah, if it isn’t my beautifully girl!” He said and I smiled at him, not having seen him since he’d been gone on a business trip.

“Hi, dad.” I said and hugged him tightly, making him hug me back.

“Have you been training in my absence?” He asked and I nodded. “A bit, not to much, but I’ll get back to it.” I promised.

He was the one where I got my powers to create illusions from. Every Sunday he’d train me to fight so I could protect myself and my siblings if it was ever needed.

“Your mother and I are leaving for a dinner party, chef is almost finished with dinner for the three of you, alright, take care of your siblings.” He kissed the top of my head and headed for the car parked in front of the house.

When I entered the house, my mother was rushing down the stairs, she gave me a quick hug before also heading for the car.

I chuckled and headed upstairs to my little sisters room. She was peacefully sleeping but it was time for dinner, so, with a lot of bravery I woke her up.

She cried, of course. It took a while to calm her down and then I carried her downstairs.

I entered the dining room and smiled at two of the staff where putting down our plates.

My little brother Ace was playing games on his phone while I was putting down Charlotte in her chair.

“Ace, no phones at the table.” I said and he groaned. “Come one, N/n, mom and dad aren’t here!” He said and I gave him a look.

“Eat your food, little demon, you can play games after.” I smiled and he rolled his eyes but put his phone away anyway.

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joeys-babe · 8 months

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Someday We’ll Be Together

Chapter 10: Can I kiss you?

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(y/n's pov)

September 12, 2021

the car ride had been silent for a little bit, but a content and comfortable silence. that was until joe broke it.

"you warm enough?" - joe

"oh yeah, i'm fine." - you

"i see chill bumps on your arms." - joe

"i'm fine joe, i promise." - you

joe sighed, and i thought that was the end of it, but when we got to a red light he pulled his sweatshirt off and handed it over to me.

"you can wear it." - joe

in all honesty i really wasn't cold, but i'm also not going to pass up on wearing joes hoodie so i slipped it on over my game day fit.

in the corner of my eye i saw joe look over at me and smile, a light blush forming on his cheeks when he looked away.

"what?" - you

"it looks better on you than me." - joe grinned

"i don't think that's true, it actually fits you."

- you

"oversized is in right now." - joe shrugged

"oh shush" - you laughed

*time skip*

joe was parking the car as i was looking at myself in the car mirror, trying to fix my mascara and touch up my hair after that long game.

"you almost ready?" - joe chuckled

"yeah, hold on. just gotta fix my hair a bit." - you

"you look fine. come on." - joe unbuckled his seatbelt, clearly getting impatient

"hold on, joe!" - you

joe exhaled loudly before getting out of the car and walking over to my side, he opened my door and pulled me out.

"you look beautiful like always, let's go." - joe

"i don't know if i should say thank you or not."

- you caused joe to laugh

joe was walking a few steps ahead of me on my left, but he stopped in his tracks so we could walk at the same pace.

once i was directly next to joe, he held his hand out in front of me. i took it in mine and laced my fingers with his.

"thanks for comin with me." - joe

"of course, joey." - you

"love when you call me that." - joe smiled and squeezed your hand before opening the door of the bar.

joe opened the door and pulled me inside behind him, it didn't take him long to find the rest of the team in a back room that was away from everyone else.

"look at you two!" - ja'marr

"our favorite couple" - sam teased

"not a couple" - you

"the hand holding says otherwise." - jess slipped into the booth and sat next to sam.

"cincinnati's sketchy, don't want her to get grabbed or something." - joe

"so you have to hold her hand, can't just stand by her or something?" - sam smirked

"just drop it." - joe

"okay okay, we'll quit" - sam

the group had made room for joe and i in the booth and as we were both sitting down tee came rushing over to the table.

"bro you good?" - ja'marr

"uhm. joe don't flip the hell out, but somehow lexie found out what bar we were going to.. and she's here." - tee

my mouth dropped and when i turned to joe to see his facial expression, i noticed that his jaw was clenched and he looked evidently pissed off.

"like my ex lexie?" - joe

"yeah.. i don't know how she got the location. she's here with a guy and she was literally grinding on him while they were on the dance floor so i think it's her boyfriend." - tee

joe rolled his eyes and popped his knuckles before ja'marr spoke up.

"what's he look like?” - ja’marr

“shorter, maybe 5’10, brown hair, brown eyes, scrawny lookin.” - tee

“that’s the guy she made out with at that party!”

- ja’marr

“the exact opposite of me” - joe mumbled

“oh so he’s ugly too?” - you asked causing everyone to laugh, joe even cracked a small smile

“smooth, y/n.” - sam laughed

“what?? if he’s the exact opposite of joe that’s gotta be one unattractive dude!” - you

we all continued laughing and carrying on for awhile until i felt joe pat my leg.

“mhm?” - you

“im gonna get something to drink, you want anything?” - joe

“can i just come with you?” - you

“oh yeah sure” - joe smiled as he stood up, you followed behind him

as we made our way up to the bar i watched joes eyes scan the crowd, he was probably looking for lexie.

“joey.” - you got joes attention, the sound of your voice stopped him dead in his tracks as he turned to you

“stop looking for her.” - you

“i’m no-” - joe

“yeah ya are, i’ll hurt worse if you try to see her with him, if i were you i’d avoid her.” - you

“i’m trying to. i’m trying to stay conscious to where she is so i can go somewhere else” - joe

“i’ll be on the lookout okay?” - you

“okay” - joe nodded before striding up to the bar

he didn’t even ask what i wanted?

i watched him order before doing a quick glance around to make sure the wicked which of the west wasn’t around. a few minutes later, joe walked back over to me and handed me a mai tai.

“how’d you know that’s what i wanted?”

- you smiled

“i know you like that back of my damn hand, y/n. plus i use to give you a hard time about drinking summery drinks in the fall, so it’s easy to remember.” - joe shrugged

we stood there for a little bit, making casual conversation until the song over the speakers caught my attention. it was a slower song, and i recognized it as Starting Over by Chris Stapleton.

“i like this song” - you smiled

“i didn’t know bars played slow country songs.”

- joe laughed

“it was requested i guess” - you shrugged as you started swaying

joe put his cup down on the nearest empty table before taking mine out of my hand and setting it down also.

“what?” - you nervously laughed

“wanna dance?” - joe

the butterflies in my stomach tripled all at once. i was probably beet red right now.

i couldn’t formulate words so all i did was nod with a smile on my face.

joe put his hands on a respectable spot on my waist as mine were on his chest.

as time went on, we got closer together. we were flush against each other, still swaying to the song.

“i don’t ever want this to end” - joe

“me neither, joey.” - you

*time skip*

joe and i had made our way into a more secluded corner, away from everyone.

of course you didn’t know, but joe had noticed that you two had been on a certain someones radar. lexie was watching you both like a hawk after she saw you two dancing together. out of pure jealousy too.

after dancing, there was definitely a tension between joe and i that was just begging to be broken.

i was leaning my back against the wall, while joe was facing me with his hand against the wall above my head.

my eyes scanned the crowd as i stirred the drink in my hand with the straw. i felt a hand move a piece of my hair off my forehead which caused my eyes to leave my surroundings and up to joes face. he was looking down at me with so much admiration in his eyes.

"have i ever told you that you're the most beautiful girl?" - joe smiled

my heart skipped a beat, is what i've always dreamed of happening.. about to happen?

"i don't think so." - you

"well ya are." - joe caresses your cheek as he leans down to where his face is closer to yours

"y/n.. can i kiss you?" - joe

my voice was caught in my throat so all i could do was nod before joe smashed his lips onto mine.

am i really kissing joe right now?!

our lips molded together perfectly, like they were puzzle pieces perfectly made for each other.

joe leaned away and took a deep breath before connecting our lips again, his arms snaking around my waist.

we were both finally out of breath, our foreheads touching as we smiled at each other.

we stayed like that for a few seconds before joe fully moved away, just his arm around my waist connecting us as he looked around.

"ha it worked!" - joe

my heart shattered as i looked to where joe was looking, lexie storming out of the bar with her boyfriend close behind her.

"wait what? you did that to make her jealous?"

- you looked back up at joe, you were completely heartbroken as the tears threatened to spill over

"yeah duh, i thought you knew that? plus i mean you're my best friend why'd i ever kiss you?" - joe

my mouth dropped open at his words, and my stomach flipped- not in the good way that my stomach usually flips because of joe.

"y/n?" - joes eyes scanned your face, trying to see what you were thinking

"i- i have to go" - you turned and practically ran, the tears now spilling down your face

i sprinted across the bar, the ladies restroom in sight. i could hear joe behind me shouting my name as he ran after me but all i did was run faster.

when i had finally got to the bathroom, a hand grabbed my wrist.

"y/n listen-" - joe started

"shut the fuck up joe! leave me the hell alone. i don't want to talk to you now, or preferably ever again." - you cried

"you- you don't mean that." - joe

"yes i do, now let me go." - you pulled your wrist away from joes grasp and opened the bathroom door

"y/n please-" - joe pleaded before you slammed the bathroom door in his face

the bathroom was completely empty so i picked the closest stall to cry in.

i locked the door before sliding down the wall to the floor. my feelings for joe really were just one sided. to him i was nothing but his best friend.

that's not even the worst part. he used me to make his ex girlfriend jealous, the same ex girlfriend that cheated on him so i had to hold him an entire night.

it just really didn't make sense; i was so convinced he felt the same way. maybe he was leading me on this entire time?

whatever the answer was, i didn't want to know and didn't really care. i just hope to never talk to him again.

*time skip*

after crying in the floor for thirty minutes, i stood up from said floor and made my way out of the stall. when i walked over to the mirror, i didn't like who i saw; a lovesick, heartbroken, jealous girl.

i grabbed a couple paper towels to wipe the running mascara off my cheeks and eyes before looking back in the mirror. i was decent for the most part, but when i my eyes traveled to joes sweatshirt i felt like crying again.

i need to get out of this shirt, and out of here.

when i pulled his sweatshirt off, his jersey was shown underneath. there was no escaping him, seemed to be a common theme with joe.

i came up with a game plan before walking out of the bathroom.

joe wasn’t waiting outside the bathroom like i thought he would be, but it wouldn’t be too hard to find him.

after my disappearance i figured he’d be hitting the bar, and i was right.

he was sitting at a table by himself, 4 empty mic ultra cans next to him.

i was about to walk up to him and give him what for when none other than lexie came striding up to him.

“you ready to go joey?” - lexie

“yup” - joe took lexies hand to steady himself as he stood up before wrapping both arms around her waist

i turned around before they could see me and ran to where the other guys were sitting.

he’s holding her and i’m still around.

“woah y/n, you okay?” - ja’marr

“what’s wrong, why are you crying?” - jess

i didn’t answer their questions, just slammed joes folded sweatshirt on the table.

“this is joes, get it back to him. also, tell him i said go to hell.” - you wiped your eyes before striding out of the bar completely

when i got to the sidewalk, everything i was holding back bubbled up and practically exploded.

i pulled my phone out of my purse and immediately pulled up my moms number.

she answered on the second ring.

“honey, is everything okay?” - your mom

“no, please come pick me up” - you cried

“what’s wrong, are you hurt?” - your mom

“not really, not physically..” - you

“i’m on my way. care to tell me what’s wrong?”

- your mom

“i hate joe, so much” - you cried out

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authors note: DRAMMAAAAAA

hope you enjoyed! ❤️

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fallenclan · 4 months

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Dragon Anon Cherrystar Fic

RAHHHH HER WRITING IS SO FUCKING GOOD AS ALWAYS... Cherrystar and Hopethistle still make me so emotional

Dragon Anon Cherrystar Fic

"Cherrykit? Cherrykit, are you awake?”

Cherrykit blearily opened her eyes, her mind still feeling fuzzy at the edges. “Hopekit?”

“Yeah. Did I wake you?”

“Mhm.” Cherrykit yawned, sending a glance in Hailcrash’s direction. The queen was snoring softly, nose twitching as she slumbered. “What is it?”

“I was just thinking,” Hopekit whispered, brows furrowed. “Will we always be best friends?”

“Did you have another bad dream?” Cherrykit frowned, pressing her head against Hopekit’s shoulder. “Of course we’ll always be best friends.”

“I just wanted to make sure,” Hopekit mewed. “You can go back to sleep now.”

“Are you staying up?”

“For a little bit.”

“Then I’ll stay up with you,” Cherrykit decided.

“Are you sure?”

“Always.”

…

“Hopepaw, wait up!” Cherrypaw wheezed, stumbling along after her littermate. The trail they were traversing had started to become awfully steep, and Cherrypaw could feel the sharp stones scraping at her pads.

“It’s just a little further, I promise!” Hopepaw yowled back. “Just wait till you see it!”

“See what?” Cherrypaw huffed, shaking her head. Hopepaw was always rushing off, the raging wildfire to Cherrypaw’s gentle river. At times, Hopepaw’s recklessness made Cherrypaw want to wail in frustration.

“It’s a surprise!” Cherrypaw snorted, picking up her pace just as Hopepaw’s tail disappeared around a sharp bend. “Come on, a tortoise could move faster than you, Cherrypaw!”

Cherrypaw sighed. If it were any other cat, she would have turned right around and marched home. But this was Hopepaw. “I don’t think any tortoise could follow this trail!”

“Heh! Probably not,” Hopepaw chirped. Cherrypaw shook her head, fondness swelling in her chest. “Thanks for coming with.”

“Of course.” No matter how foolish, no matter how reckless, Cherrypaw knew one thing for certain: “Wherever you are, I’ll always be right behind you.”

She would follow Hopepaw anywhere.

…

“I got to meet Toro,” Hopethistle purred, tail curling behind her back. “She acts just like you! The way she talks, the way she smiles… I just know you’re going to follow in her pawsteps one day.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Cherrydust ducked her head, suddenly feeling quite bashful. “There are plenty of other cats better suited to deputyship.”

“You’re just being humble,’’ Hopethistle argued, rolling her eyes. “As a brilliant medicine cat, I know that one day you’ll be clan leader. We’ll make history—the greatest sibling duo! Leader and medicine cat.”

“Come off it,” Cherrydust muttered, but she could feel herself grinning.

“Hopethistle and Cherrystar!” Hopethistle cheered.

Cherrydust couldn’t help it—she broke into a fit of giggles, Hopethistle soon joining her.

Across the camp, Hailcrash looked on fondly.

…

“He likes you,” Hopethistle hissed softly, gaze gleaming with delight.

“No, he does not,” Cherrydust retorted, mortified. “Now be quiet. What if he hears you?”

“It doesn’t matter! You need to tell him how you feel,” Hopethistle insisted, practically bouncing with glee. “You do feel the same, right?”

“I guess.”

“It’s a yes or no question.”

“Then yes, I do like him. I’m just not sure I want to commit to being mates yet.”

“If you two ever have kits, you have to name one of them after me,” Hopethistle cackled.

“And have two Hopes in the clan? No, I can barely handle one.” Hopethistle guffawed, swatting at Cherrydust in response. “Enough about me. Is there anyone you like?”

Hopethistle paused, eyes narrowing in consideration. “Actually, there is this one cat…”

“Really?” Cherrydust gasped, stunned. She had been fishing, teasing really. She hadn’t expected an actual response. “Who?”

“You have to promise not to laugh.”

“I promise.”

“Well…” Hopethistle hemmed, her typical nonchalant confidence fading. “I kind of, sort of, like Pebblefreeze.”

“Pebblefreeze?!”

“Shhh!” Hopethistle swatted Cherrydust, then swatted her a few more times for good measure. “Yes, yes, I know. It just sort of happened. She’s funny and mischievous and actually kind of sweet.”

“Okay…”

“Well, at least she isn’t a nervous mess,” Hopethistle added defensively, though her twitching whiskers betrayed her amusement.

“Ripplefade isn’t a mess,” Cherrydust argued, chuckling. “And at least he isn’t a no-good troublemaker.’

“Pebblefreeze is at least half-good.”

“No-good.”

“Half.”

“No.”

“A quarter?”

Both she-cats burst into laughter, earning a few odd looks from passersby. They hardly took notice.

…

“I’ll be fine, Cherrydust,” Hopethistle mrrowed, rolling her eyes.

“There have been multiple rogue sightings near the ArchClan border. What if it’s the same group that attacked the camp all those years ago?”

“That happened before we were even born,” Hopethistle argued.

“Yeah, and tons of cats died.” Cherrydust grimaced. “Would you at least take one of the other medicine cats with you?”

“No, Cherrydust.” Hopethistle’s ears pinned, irritation flickering in her gaze. A few moments later it faded, being replaced with steady determination. “I don’t want to always have some kit-sitter nipping at my heels. I can take care of myself.”

“I know.” Cherrydust exhaled. “Just, be careful, okay?”

“I’m always careful.”

“You really aren’t.”

“I know, but I’ll be careful this time.”

“Okay. You promise?”

“I promise.”

…

“She promised.”

“What?”

“She—she promised that we’d always be together.”

“I’m sure that she-”

“I can’t—I can’t do this with-without her. I can’t.”

“I’m sorry, Cherrydust.”

…

“Is StarClan always so… desolate?” Cherrydust has been expecting star-filled meadows and rumbling waterfalls gleaming with rainbow-scaled fish. To say that the barren, damp-smelling cave she now stood in was a disappointment would be an understatement.

“It appears differently for every cat,” Stormsight replied softly. “For me, it was always a mountain top.”

“Oh.” Cherrydust shuffled her paws. “So why is it… like this… for me?”

“Do you feel lost?”

“What?”

“This cave—do you recognize it?”

“No.”

“Then perhaps you associate StarClan with loss and isolation rather than freedom.”

“Is freedom how you viewed it?”

“Yes.” Stormsight nodded.

“How do you view it now?”

Stormsight shrugged, demeanor breezy. “It is how it is. I don’t really associate StarClan with much of anything anymore, now that I’m a part of it.”

“Ah.” Cherrydust nodded. “You’re here to give me one of my lives, right?”

“Indeed.” Stormsight chuckled. “Step closer, and I’ll grant you your first life…”

…

Seven lives, and still no sign of her. Cherrydust was beginning to grow restless, that thrum of starry energy coursing through her.

Was Hopethistle upset? Did she not want to see Cherrydust? The cave walls were beginning to feel even more constricting. She wished she could just fade out of them like the various spirits she had already greeted. Instead, the walls were solid against her pelt, an immovable barrier keeping her from StarClan’s true hunting grounds.

And then: “Cherrydust?” The voice Cherrydust had been waiting to hear.

“Hopethistle?” The starry tabby seemed to slink straight through the cave’s front wall, her gaze bright and cheery as she’d been twenty-two moons ago, before… before she died. “Hopethistle, I’ve missed you so much!”

Hopethistle purred, bounding forward in a few neat steps until she could rest her chin upon Cherrydust’s shoulder. “I’ve missed you too.”

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Cherrydust murmured, feeling her eyes flood with unshed tears.

“Of course you can! You only have two lives left to receive.” Hopethistle grinned, her smile lop-sided in a way that made Cherrydust’s heart ache even more.

“You know what I mean.”

“Do I?”

“Being leader!” Cherrydust exclaimed. “You always said we’d be together forever… I can’t lead an entire clan without you by my side.”

“You’ve been doing a splendid job without me already. You’ve been an excellent deputy, Cherrydust, and you’ll be an even greater leader. I know it.”

“What if I don’t want to do this without you?”

“Hm.” Hopethistle sighed, sitting down. “Well, I would say we don’t always get what we want. I seem to remember you telling me that plenty of times when we were younger.”

“Only when your complaining became too incessant.”

“Me? Complain? Never.” Hopethistle grinned. “At least not anymore. I don’t have anything to complain about, here.” When Cherrydust opened her mouth to argue, Hopethistle continued, “I mean it. I’m happy here, Cherrydust. I want you to be happy too. That means you need to let go of me. When it’s your time, I’ll be here waiting for you.”

Cherrydust swallowed. “Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

“You don’t really have a good track record with promises, you know?”

“Well, this is one I intend to keep no matter what.”

…

“Cherrystar! Cherrystar!” Finchkit’s yowl rang across camp. A tumble of kitten paws rushed towards Cherrystar. The whirlwind came to a halt directly in front of her, the shining eyes of Finchkit, Jumblekit, and Moorkit looking up at her. “Mama says your sister was a medicine cat. Is that true?”

“It is true. Her name was Hopethistle.”

“See? I told you,” Jumblekit chirped, nudging Blossomkit. “Hopethistle not Hopewhistle.”

Ignoring the other kits, Finchkit mewed, “Can you tell us about her? Please?”

“Hmm. Why don’t you gather the other kits and I’ll tell you all a few stories about Hopethistle?”

“Yes!” Jumblekit squeaked, beginning to run around in excited circles. “Stories!”

“I’ll get Moorkit and Ficklekit!” Finchkit announced.

“I’ll find Frecklekit, Hazelkit, and Sleepykit,” Blossomkit chirped.

“I’ll find, uh…” Jumblekit frowned, wrinkling her nose. “I’ll find Cloudpaw! He’ll want to hear stories too. Oh, and Littlepaw.”

“What about Ravenshade?” Finchkit asked.

“No, he’s mean,” Jumblekit stuck out her tongue.

“But-” Finchkit began to argue, only for Cherrystar’s amused voice to drown out her protests.

“Anyone who wants to listen can come.”

As all three kits hared off in different directions, Cherrystar couldn’t help the fond smile that crossed her features.

I hope you’re watching, Hopethistle. I promise not to slander you too much in any of these stories, Cherrystar thought to herself, chuckling.

I miss you still, but I’m doing better now. Great, actually.

There’s a lot of things I’ll get to tell you once I see you again. For now though, I’d better go make sure those kits don’t cause any trouble racing about camp like this.

With a contented hum, Cherrystar got to her paws, trotting after Jumblekit, who seemed to have already gotten herself into a bickering match with Ravenshade.

-🐉

(not my best work imo but i've been suffering from writers' block so here you go! as always, anyone feel free to request characters, i'm hoping to get back into the flow of writing things regularly but we'll see)

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*NOT CLICKBAIT!!!* when asmo learns that you, the newest exchange student has a youtube account and following somewhat comparable to his own, he decided right then and there not to like you. however, after an unfortunate (and misleading) exchange goes viral, he has no choice but to fake date you in order to save face. will asmo crush you and put you into place like you deserve? or are those funny feelings in his stomach not hate, like he had thought? like, subscribe, and maybe fall in love (with this smau) to find out!!

asmo takes a deep breath, stepping out of his car. he’s just got to give you your uniform and then he can leave.

but wait, what if you try to keep him? or are so overwhelmed by his presence you want to take a pic? oh god, he’s going to have to force a smile, isn’t he?

as he gets close to the door to diavolo’s castle, it swings open before he can knock, and barbatos welcomes him in.

“hello, asmodeus,” barbatos says, that all-knowing (and all-infuriating!) glint in his eye. “here to drop off the things for mc?”

“yep!” asmo says, sensing a chance. “and i’m actually in a hurry so can i just leave them with you? i’ve really got to get going.”

“i’m here!” a voice calls, and he sees you practically run into the room. you’re dressed simply, unlike his completely put-together and gorgeous outfit, and your hair is a complete mess. resisting the urge to fix it for you, he offers you a charming smile.

“you must me mc. i’m asmodeus. pleasure to meet you.” as he speaks, he calls upon his charm, eyes glowing pink.

“nice to meet you,” you return brightly, offering a hand. somehow completely unaffected by his powers.

swallowing a scowl, asmo forces more charm into his voice, taking your hand delicately and pressing a kiss to the back of it instead of shaking it. you jerk back slightly but recover admirably. annoyingly. whatever.

“thank you so much for taking the time to drop this off,” you blabber on. “i know you’re probably really busy and what not, but i appreciate it. you’re literally a lifesaver.”

“well, of course i’d help our newest exchange student,” asmo hums. “especially since you’re so cute~”

you laugh. laugh! at him!

“well aren’t you a charmer,” you say. “i was warned about you, and i guess the rumors are true. you’re just as flirty in real life as you are online.”

“you’re a fan?” asmo asks, acting like he hadn’t spent the last hour doing a deep dive into all of your accounts to see if you were following him, if you’d liked his posts, et cetera.

“i wouldn’t call myself a fan,” you dismiss easily. “but i’m definitely aware of your online persona. a lot of my fans are also fans of yours so i see your name pop up in my comment section sometimes.”

“oh, yes, i saw that you also do youtube,” asmo says. “diy videos, yes? how cute.”

as if you didn’t even notice the barb he just threw your way, you smile. “thanks! i’m still pretty new to the whole thing, but it’s been really fun so far.”

asmo returns your smile, lips thinly pressed together. “well. as nice as it’s been to meet you, i really must be on my way…”

“oh! yes, of course!” you exclaim. “again, thank you so much for dropping this off,” you say, gesturing to the neatly folded uniform asmo has deposited onto the nearby counter. he’d taken the liberty of switching the shirt lucifer had selected for a larger size and wondered what you’d do to combat that on the first day of school. petty? maybe. but fun? definitely. “i really appreciate it! i hope we’ll see each other around at rad.”

“mhm, i’m sure we will!” asmo chirps. “and you’re welcome. i hope you enjoy your time here. and good luck on your channel! if you ever need any help or have any questions, let me know. i am kind of an expert.” unlike you, he implies.

“oh, definitely!” you reply, again not even seeming to register his snark, or his attempt at using his powers. what is wrong with you?! “i’ll keep that in mind. have a good day!”

“you too!” he says, sickly sweet, then takes his leave, only letting his mask fall once he pulls out of the driveway. i’ll show you, he thinks angrily, coming here, acting all famous… i’ll show you.

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Mafia Book #2 - PART II - The Withered Rose - Chapter 3 - Pure Morning

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PART I - The Black Iris

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PART II - The Withered Rose

Chapter 3 - Pure Morning

chapter word count: ~6.2k words

~almost 4 years ago~

~Emilia’s POV~

“You will go out and dig a grave for me… and if he ever asks…” I force the words out of my throat, but speaking about this is hard, and it hurts, and I want nothing more than to run back to Chris once Felix wakes up, and let him apologise and forgive him for everything, but how can I do that?

I can’t.

I can’t do that.

I have to be strong and leave.

I don’t want to leave.

But I can’t stay here anymore.

Will Felix even wake up?

It doesn't matter.

I have to leave.

I look at Jeongin way too pleadingly for my linking. I was never one to plead for anything, but ever since Hyo stabbed me, it feels like all I’ve done was pleading.

For Chris to listen to me.

For Jeongin to dig me a grave.

For everyone else to believe me because they trust me, not because Felix confirms my side of the story.

Actually, everyone else doesn’t even matter. I just wanted Chris to believe me… That would’ve been enough.

But he didn’t.

“… I understand. And I promise you that I will do just as you asked me.” Jeongin looks back at me with focused determination in his sharp eyes, that now have a burning in them I haven’t noticed before.

“Thank you, Innie. Truly. You’re the only one I can still trust.”

“Emi… how about this? We’ll wait for a few more days until you are a bit better, you lost so much blood… and after that, let’s leave this shithole behind, together. Let’s run far away for good.” He says with resolution and grabs my face, “I’ll make you forget all about him.”, then presses his lips against mine.

I let him kiss me.

Why not?

He’s gonna be heartbroken enough anyway once I leave.

Let this be… the last time we see each other, Innie.

“Where should we go once you feel better, hm?” He smiles and caresses my cheek, and it’s all so unfair to me and especially to him.

Why couldn’t it be you, Innie?

Why does my heart ache so bad after the man who trampled over it like it was nothing?

“I don’t know. Somewhere far, far away from here.”

“That goes without saying.” He chuckles and grabs my left hand, squeezing it tightly. “I’ve already brought some money. Not much, since I feel Minho’s eyes are still on me, but I’ll keep bringing some more little by little for the next week and then we can make some fake passports. I know a guy.”

“Great.” I smile and squeeze his hand back in return.

“I don’t know if I can come every day, but I’ll try. If you’re hungry, you can call the front desk anytime. The owner is an old friend of mine.”

So, you’re having your eyes on me?

“Got it.”

“You probably won’t have a 5-course meal at this shitty motel but hey, it’s better than nothing.”

“It’s fine, Innie, really. I’ll be okay even if you’re not here.” I smile assuringly, but it only makes Jeongin frown harder.

“Be careful when you stand up. The stitches might split apart if you’re not careful enough. If that happens, make sure you put on a clean bandage and call reception immediately to tell my friend to reach out to me, okay?”

“Yes, Innie. Don’t worry. I’ve been hurt before.”

“I just… please just take it easy, Emilia. I don’t want anything to happen to you. God knows you’ve been through enough already.” As he says this, he moves his hands back on my cheeks and grazes them with his thumbs again. “Your complexion looks pretty good.”

“Thanks to you.” I chuckle.

“I wish I could stay here longer…”

“The others will get suspicious if you’re away for too long, won’t they?”

“Mhm. Probably.”

“Thank you for everything, Jeongin.” I say sincerely. When I told him so many months ago that he can repay the favour when the time comes, I hoped the time would never come.

And yet, it did, and he saved my life, and I don’t know if I should be grateful or upset about it. I don’t feel like wanting to be alive right now, but no matter what I’ve been through, my urge to live has always been strong. It’s always been like a survival instinct. Like that last bit of pointless struggle that fights with your will to die when you hang yourself or keep your head underwater for long enough to let your lungs fill with liquid.

Your brain knows you want to die, but your instincts just don’t let you. You still struggle and wiggle your hands desperately. How laughable this is. I am the same way.

He just nods and stands up, making his way towards the door.

“I’ll see you soon, okay?”

I nod back with a smile, and I hate myself for lying to him, but I don’t want to be selfish and take advantage just to use him. He deserves way better than that. Way more than someone who can’t love him back the way he wants.

Jeongin doesn’t say goodbye, and I don’t say it either. This fits us, parting our ways unexpectedly, just as we met in that mansion so many years ago.

After he leaves, I make sure to call reception and request some food. If I want to get out of here without anyone knowing, I need to make it obvious enough that I’m not planning on going anywhere, so as soon as the dude brings me food (consisting of a sad looking sandwich that I barely manage to swallow), I start chit-chatting with him.

I complain about how badly my abdomen hurts, he tells me how much of a hassle it was when Jeongin brought me covered in blood a few days ago. I tell him I can barely get out of bed, and he sympathises.

The bread is dry and the ham in it has a weird flavour.

We continue talking while I eat the sandwich and then I hand him back the plate. It’s chipped around the margins, and I think that says a lot about the man in front of me as well, but I don’t dwell on it. I am happy enough to have completed my achievement, which consisted in making this dude believe I am unable to get up without struggling.

He wouldn’t be wrong; he just doesn’t know that I’m persistent enough to push myself no matter how much it hurts.

I thank the man for the food and let him know that I’m planning to go to sleep and rest some more until tomorrow, and he wishes me a speedy recovery.

All according to plan.

A few hours later, I reluctantly get out of bed and the pain in my lower stomach is so bad, I feel like I might pass out.

Jeongin left some painkillers on the table, so I grab a fistful and drown myself in them, hoping it would at least make this pain a bit more bearable. I grab a piece of paper from the little notebook in the room and scribble down a pointless apology to Jeongin with my red lipstick. When the note is written, I put the lipstick in my pocket, next to the picture of San I took from my old home and next to the golden greenhouse key I should’ve returned to Hyunjin after finishing the mission.

It's horrible, really, how I hold onto these items of my past life. It suddenly occurs to me that besides the golden key, there’s nothing else from the moments with Stray Kids I can put in my pocket; no pictures to help me reminisce about the good times with them. The only thing I have is heartbreak and a painful wound, proof only of aching memories.

The wind gushing outside is quite strong, I notice, as I open the window to observe my surroundings. Thankfully I’m on the ground floor and it’s easy enough to jump out, carrying the small bag of cash Jeongin left. I’m pleasantly surprised to find a gun and some bullets inside as well, so I take it out and place it steadily in my pocket, and walk away from the motel, praying that no one saw me.

Fuck, this place really is in the middle of nowhere.

I want to curse out loud, but I keep silent and make my way towards the road as quietly as I can. It’s hard to walk, and I fear my stitches have torn from the small jump, but still, I push forward and just focus on putting one leg in front of the other.

Yes, that’s it. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot.

No cars come.

Right foot. Left foot. Right foot.

There’s a faint light ahead.

Left foot. Right foot. Left foot.

Is that a car?

I raise my hand in the air and signal that I want to hitchhike, and thankfully, the car stops. A woman rolls down her window and looks at me, concern in her eyes.

She seems innocent.

“Oh my God, are you okay? Why are you here?”

“Hello! God, I’m so happy someone stopped!” I put on my best act and start sobbing. “I had no idea what to do! I had a fight with my boyfriend and he dropped me here! I don’t even know where I am! I’ve been walking for hours!”

“No way! In the middle of the night?!”

“Yes! That prick!”

“Oh my God, I can’t believe it!” She exclaims. “Where do you wanna go?”

“I’m going back to my parents, fuck that bastard!”

“Yeah, girl! That’s the attitude! Where do they live?”

I vaguely tell her a city’s name that must be hundreds of kilometres away, and she urges me to come in her car. She doesn’t seem to pay any mind to my bag, and I’m glad she doesn’t ask what’s in it.

Oh, you know, just a million dollars. I think how the conversation would play out, but refrain from laughing at the absurdity.

She also tells me where she’s headed, and apologises that she can’t drop me off that far away, but we’ll definitely find a bus stop or train station in the next city over, ‘that’s like, just two-three hours ahead’, as per her words.

I sit in the back, carefully watching the woman’s every move. She is talkative and naïve, but I no longer trust anyone and am not sure if her intentions are pure or if she will try and rob me the first chance she gets, so I keep my hand in my pocket, on my gun, and hang onto the bag to dear life.

It’s all I’ve got.

About two hours later, the woman stops the car at a gas station. I’m still quite far from where I want to go, but thank her anyway for getting me as close as she could.

She insists she could still drop me off directly at a bus stop, but I’m just thankful I didn’t have to use the gun, so I simply shake my head and tell her that I’ve got it.

The wound hurts.

Perhaps it would’ve been easier to steal her car or threaten her to drive further away, or even accept her offer of dropping me off in the city instead of on the outskirts, but I can’t risk the police finding out about any of this, so I just smile politely, thank her again, and start walking.

Ugh.

This is so hard.

Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot.

I’m able to find a bus stop quite easily, which I take until the train station, where I buy a ticket to the only city I can go to, the only place far enough from all this mafia bullshit, where I know somebody who might just help me after a bit of convincing.

I arrive about 7 hours later and hop off the train. The first light of dawn is breaking as I keep going and going and going.

Right foot. Left foot.

The pain is back stronger than ever, as well as a numbing fever, and each time I place my hand on my lower stomach, it hurts worse.

Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot

I’m cold.

Fuck.

Is this blood?

Am I bleeding?

I put my hand on my bandage again and it feels wet, but it’s still too dark out to see anything.

After some more walking, I reach a forest and walk clumsily in it, over the fallen branches. Leaves are crunching under my weight, and it’s getting harder and harder to see, even if the dawn is breaking.

Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot.

Please be here.

Please still be here.

Please.

I walk, and walk, and walk, and I feel sick, and just when I think I can’t walk anymore, I finally see it: a small, familiar wooden cottage with its porch light lit up.

I go up the stairs and knock on the door, and after a few knocks, someone answers.

“Shade?” He asks unimpressed.

“Wooyoung. You have no idea how glad I am to see you.” I say, truly relieved. I’ve been betting everything on him being here, and he is.

Thank heavens he’s here.

“I thought you were dead.” He replies, his brows furrowed.

“Yeah, well, I’m not. Surprise!” I counter weakly. He doesn't seem happy to see me.

“And to think I celebrated for nothing. What the fuck are you doing here?” He hisses.

“I know you probably don’t want to see me, but-”

“Probably?” He scoffs. “Definitely. Leave.”

“Wooyung, please-”

“I said leave. I never want to see you again, you bitch.” He curses.

“I’m bleeding. I need your help. Please.”

Here I am, pleading again.

“You’re better off dead. You can die for all I care. That’s what you deserve after abandoning San in that building. Fucking-” He spits out, and with that, he shuts the door in my face.

Defeated, I simply sit down on the porch. I can’t move anymore. It hurts too badly, and I ran out of pills a few many kilometres ago.

It’s almost morning now, and the light filters beautifully through the trees, sun rays piercing through the branches devoid of leaves in this cold end of winter.

At least it’s beautiful.

“You would’ve liked this.” I whisper weakly, taking out San’s picture out of my pocket. We look so happy in it, it’s sick and twisted that he is no more, and I’m dying on his best friend’s porch. “Wooyoung is right to hate me, but… I also wanted you to live. If only you told me where you were at that time… we could’ve lived together somewhere, or who knows… die together, at least.”

Tears prick my eyes as all the remaining energy I had leaves my body.

It hurts…

All of a sudden, Wooyoung opens the door forcefully and steps towards me in anger.

“You pathetic bitch. Look at you hugging that picture. Are you planning to die here? Be an even bigger inconvenience to me? Do you know how hard it is to dig a grave? And you might stain my porch with your dirty blood.”

I chuckle. This is so like him.

“Come inside.”

“I can’t… stand up… anymore…”

“Lazy.” He rolls his eyes and bends down, helping me up.

His house is warm, the vague smell of fire lingering in the air.

“There you go.” He says with a sigh, helping me in a chair. “Let me just put something on the sofa, I don’t want you to get it dirty. Blood is hard to get rid of.”

“You know it.” I wink.

“Keep a hand on your abdomen. What the fuck happened to you?”

“I got stabbed, then someone stitched it, but I jumped from a window, and I think it’s all ripped now.”

“You’re pretty dumb.” He chuckles then comes back to me to put me on the sofa. I lay down and raise my blood-stained blouse, and Wooyoung examines the wound.

“No, not dumb, just cautious. Someone’s out to get me.”

“Poor stitches… they look pretty. Whoever did them knows what they’re doing.” He observes carefully.

“Yeah. Shit-” I hiss in pain when he starts applying disinfectant.

“Don’t be such a pussy, you’ve had worse.”

“Not my fault it hurts like hell- fucking-” I curse again when the needle pierces my skin. The burning is so bad, I feel like passing out.

“Stop whining.”

“Give me something for the pain, anything!”

“Oh my God, Shade, fucking calm down. Did you take anything?”

“Yeah, about a bottle of painkillers. Not sure what it was, but it did the trick.”

“A bottle?! Hell no, I’m not giving you anything else, you addict.”

“Then distract me somehow, you know better, you’re the doctor- FUCK”

“Oh hell, are you seriously crying? That’s a new one!”

“It really hurts, asshole!”

“Maybe I should’ve let you die after all. Less of a hassle than dealing with your screaming.” He rolls his eyes. “So, who’s out to get you?”

“Stray Kids.” I say, and he stops and looks at me.

“Seriously?!”

“No, I’m just messing with you.”

“Oh, okay, that’s good-”

“I’m not. It’s true. Their boss is my ex-lover, and he wants to kill me because he thinks I shot one of the other members.”

“Shade! Why the fuck did you come here, then? You know I barely got away after San died! Now you’re coming here to bring me trouble?!”

“No, fuck, I’m going to leave, I promise. I came here because you’re the only doctor I know, and I was dying. No one will even know I’m here! They hopefully think I’m dead!”

“What is it with you and pretending to die? I thought Stray Kids killed you years ago when Boss gave you that mission.”

“They offered me a deal – joining hands with them to kill our Boss and then freedom.”

“Look how much freedom you have-” He chuckles. “- running away. Did Boss die?”

“I don’t even know for sure… I think so. But wait, you left so long ago, how did you know I was dead?”

“I keep in touch with some of the others sometimes…”

“You Ateez people have always been risk takers.” I say, and Wooyoung chuckles.

“They’re my brothers after all. The ones that are left.”

“If Boss really died, you could reunite and-”

“No.” He shakes his head. “All of them have already left and are scattered all throughout the world. No one wants to come back.”

“Really? Wow. That’s…”

“I’m the only one left here. I wanted to leave too, but I quite enjoy the cabin life.”

“You cottage core whore.” I say, and he bursts out laughing.

“There, you’re all done. For the next few days, you have to eat a lot of meat and vegetables. Bye!”

“Bye? Hell no, I’m staying here. Take care of me.”

“You’re not staying here. What if Stray Kids finds us?! They’re gonna kill both of us.”

“I told you, they won’t find us! And even if they somehow would, they’d only kill me. They never go for innocent people.”

“Yeah, because I’m sooooo innocent. What a joke.” He laughs drily.

“You are, look at your princess face.”

“Shade, I’m serious.”

“I’m serious too. Nurse me back to health and then I’ll be gone and we’re never going to see each other again, okay?”

I ask, but he doesn’t say anything in return.

“Please.” I insist.

“… fine. But only until you’re better. Then you walk out that door, and we’re done.”

“Promise.”

Days with Wooyoung are really tranquil. Despite his apprehension regarding Stray Kids and the aversion he had towards me in the beginning, he is now quite friendly. We spend a lot of time chatting, and he is mostly curious about my time with SKZ.

I answer all of his questions, because there’s no point in hiding anything anymore. Not from Wooyoung, one of the only two people I still trust in the world.

Unfortunately, I had to leave the other one thousands of kilometres behind because he is in love with me. Such is life.

Wooyoung takes good care of me. He feeds me and checks on the wound as often as he needs to, and the day when he needs to remove the stitches approaches quickly.

“So, where do you plan to go next?” He asks as he clips each thread.

“Hmm, I don’t know. Do you know anyone who makes fake passports?”

“Yeah, she lives a couple of cities over. How much money do you have?”

“Enough, probably. I’ll manage. Don’t know how to smuggle it to another country, though.”

“The girl also makes credit cards and statements to make it look genuine. Damn Shade, I fed you too well the past few weeks, haven’t I?”

“Why?”

“Your stomach got a bit rounder. You owe me some money for giving you all this food.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” I roll my eyes at him. “So, when will you take me to the passport girl?”

“She’s usually only working on Sundays, so we could go see her a week from now, and the passport and card should take about… a few weeks? A month, maybe?”

“Old face!” The girl grins behind the desk. “And a new bird. Welcome, welcome, how may I help you on this beautiful day?” She asks cheerfully, and I can’t help but glance out the window, to the merciless rain.

“Hi Dahyun. We need passports and some cards.”

“Straight to the point, as usual! Come on Wooyoung, we’ve been friends for a long time. Who’s she, by the way?”

“She is Shade.” I intervene, a bit annoyed that she didn’t address me directly.

“Shade? Hmm… where did I hear this name?” She contemplates for a second. “Were you in Scarlet Rose?”

“Yup.”

“I swear I heard you died. Oh, well, you’re as dead as I am, I guess.” She shrugs and laughs loudly. I smile back.

“Anyway, Dahyun. How much will it take for you to make us some passports and credit cards?”

“Hmm… I’m actually swamped with work, believe it or not, so I think… the earliest would be in about two months from now.”

“Two months?!” Wooyoung’s mouth almost falls to the floor. “You used to do them in less than two weeks, what happened?”

“One of my men got caught and it really slowed down the process.” She sighs. “Say, don’t you two wanna come work for me?”

“No way.” Wooyoung shakes his head and Dahyun starts laughing.

“I thought so. Then, two months? Is that okay?”

“Yeah, that works.”

“For both of you?”

“Yes. And don’t forget about the cards.” Wooyoung replies and I instantly turn my head to look at him. He avoids my gaze.

“That’s gonna be 50k. 25k up front, 25k at delivery. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Why do you need a fake passport and a card?” I raise my brow questioningly, but Wooyoung just shrugs.

“Better be prepared just in case. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt to visit my friends from time to time.”

“That’s true. But two months? Ugh, I guess we’re stuck together for a bit longer.”

“Lucky me.” Wooyoung chuckles.

“Do we have some lemons or something at home?”

“Haven’t gone to the store yet, but there might still be one or two left. Why?”

“I don’t know, I feel really nauseous all of a sudden.”

“You might be car sick.”

“You think?”

“Dahyun’s office is quite far away.”

“Even so, I’ve never been car sick before.”

“Who knows, maybe you didn’t sleep well or ate something bad.”

The nausea continued for the next couple of days, reaching its peak with frequent vomiting. It got to a point where it was so bad, even the smell of food cooked by Wooyoung made me rush to the bathroom and empty my bowels.

“I don’t get it.” I whine from the sofa loudly. “Why am I so sick? Are you poisoning me?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I would’ve given you a high enough dose to kill you since day one if that was the case.”

“True.” I lay my head down on one of the cushions and try to distract my mind from the queasiness.

“Any chance you might be pregnant?” Wooyoung asks, and I feel the whole world stop.

“Don’t even joke about that.” I reply after a few too many seconds of silence.

“I’m not joking… but the symptoms match up…” He says quietly, and I stand up.

“No way. No.” I shake my head. “I’ve been on birth control for as long as I can remember.”

“What birth control? Pills?”

“Yeah.”

“You said it yourself; you’ve been really stressed the past few weeks before your last mission… what if you… missed a day, or a few?”

“N-no.” I shake my head unsure. Wooyoung is right, it was a stressful time with days full of training and plans and nights full of Chris, and we’ve never used condoms, but-

“When did you last have your period?”

Huh?

I tried to think about it, but I couldn’t remember. I just shake my head.

“I’m going shopping tomorrow, so I’ll grab a few tests, just to check. If it’s not that, I’m taking you for some bloodwork to see what the heck is wrong with you.”

“Mhm. Okay. That sounds good.”

I wait impatiently for the day to be over, and I barely get any sleep during the night. When morning finally comes, I anxiously watch Wooyoung grab his coat and drive away in his truck, and I fidget the whole time he’s gone.

What if I’m really pregnant?

Should I get an abortion?

Do I keep it?

Fuck, I won’t be a good mom. I can’t… I can’t be a mom.

I keep fidgeting nervously, trying to pierce my memories back together. Did I really miss taking the pills?

I might have.

I barely remember the few days before the mission.

The anxiety bubbling in my stomach makes me more nauseous, and I find myself hunched against the toilet three times before Wooyoung comes back.

As soon as I hear his truck driving next to the house, my eyes stay stuck on the front door. It feels like he’s moving excruciatingly slow.

“Yo, I’m back.” He waves as he watches me.

“What took you so long?” I snap at him, and he sighs.

“Sorry, there was a bit of traffic…”

“No… I just… fuck.” I keep looking down at my feet and try to summon more words. “Did you get the- uhm, how was your shopping trip?” I ask and force out a smile, which is nearly impossible. I don’t want to show how anxious I am, but I must be trembling, because Wooyoung soon comes and places his hands on top of mine in a comforting manner.

“Yes, I got you a couple of tests. Calm down and go take one.”

I yank my hands back and rummage through the shopping bags on the floor to find the box containing the holy grail, and I run straight to the toilet.

The few minutes until I’m supposed to look at the test pass agonisingly slowly, and I even throw up again from anxiety. Again.

When I finally look at the test, I want to gauge my eyes out.

Two red lines are staring back at me.

How?

How did this happen?

I throw the test away in the bin and I hug myself.

Certainly, I’ve seen it wrong.

Yes. It was just a line, and I’ve been so anxious I’ve seen two.

I get up and open the trash can, grabbing the test. Looking at it again, it’s quite obvious that I’ve read it right the first time around.

Sure enough, it displays two red lines, which means…

“Shade, are you okay in there?” Wooyoung knocks on the door, making me jolt. “Did you take the test?”

I stand up and open the door, and as soon as he sees me, Wooyoung’s expression falls. He shakes his head.

“Really?” he whispers, and I burst out crying.

I haven’t cried since the night Chris slapped me, so the moment I feel the first tears in the corners of my eyes, I can’t stop them from falling anymore.

Wooyoung hugs me tightly and I’m grateful he’s not his usual self that would mock me for getting in this situation. He shows me a compassionate side I haven’t seen since San was alive, and that makes me cry even more.

“Shh, it’s gonna be alright.”

“How? How is it going to be alright, hm?! Not only have I been running away from him, now I have to hide a baby as well?!”

“You’re strong.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. You’re strong. Look at you, surviving two cold-blooded mafia bosses that have been hunting you down for years. You can do anything.”

I just hug him tighter and try not to think for a little while. When I’m done crying, I go to sleep, and when I wake up, Wooyoung and I talk about something else.

Time passes, and we don’t mention the pregnancy at all, besides the times when Wooyoung takes me to the doctor to get checked up. With every passing day, I get more and more used to the idea of having a baby. I even get excited when it starts kicking, and Wooyoung shares my excitement.

Eventually, two months go by and Wooyoung leaves to pick up the passports and cards from Dahyun. I choose not to go with him, as I’m still experiencing some morning sickness. I just watch TV and pet my belly, which seems to grow bigger and bigger with every week.

I’m feeling happy and safe, but as always, the tranquillity has to be interrupted by something.

It always goes like this. Whenever I allow myself to feel relaxed, something happens. I always make the mistake of getting used to the calm before the storm, and the thunder always takes me by surprise when it inevitably comes.

The thunder this time was brought by Wooyoung running into the house quickly, as if stressed out.

“Hey, you’re back?” I ask, concerned.

“Yes. We need to pack. Now.”

“What?” I look at him with confusion. “Why?”

“They’re here for you, fuck.” He says while rummaging through a closet and pulling out big bags.

“Who?”

“I don’t know, Shade! Possibly Stray Kids! Dahyun told me someone’s asked for you because he fucking saw you on a security camera going into her office. Fuck!”

“How… how could this be?!”

“Right?! The fucker must’ve looked through HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of hours of footage to find you there!”

“Did Dahyun tell him anything…?”

“No, but she’s been threatened by that dude, so she’s making arrangements to leave as we speak. We need to go.”

“Where would we even go?”

“Somewhere… as far away as possible. Fucking hell. Where do we go?”

“… Italy?! They have a lot of remote towns… But wait… we?” I ask, and he pauses.

I watch as he opens and closes his mouth a few times, but as no words come out, I decide to speak again.

“Are you coming with me?”

“… yes.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay. But… why? I thought you wanted to get rid of me.” I whisper, and he quickly glances at me, and then at my stomach.

“It’s not you… don’t get me wrong, I don’t give two shits about you, but… The baby.”

“The baby?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay.” I nod. “Let’s pack.”

~Present day~

“So, someone found you there… but who?” Minho asks deep in thought.

“I don’t know. We assumed it was Stray Kids. I thought you guys found out that Jeongin lied and that you came for me. Fuck, I’ve even lived my life fearing the day you’d come for my head.” I say and Minho pauses temporarily.

“No one except Jeongin knew you were alive. Was it him?” He tilts his head and I shrug.

“I don’t know… maybe. But why… why would he try to find me?”

“Maybe he’s still in love with you. Love makes you do crazy things.”

“But if Chris were to find out… what would he even do?” I ask, almost in a whisper, and then instantly regret it. I shouldn’t be thinking about Chris again.

“I don’t even know …”

“Anyway, Wooyoung and I both moved to Italy and that’s how I ended up here.”

“Fucking hell…” Minho replies.

“I hope you understand why I can’t come back with you, Minho. I’m sorry.”

“No, Emilia, I’m the one who’s sorry. I know you probably hate Chris. Hell, you probably hate me, and everyone else, but-”

“Yes, you’re right. I fucking loathe all of you.”

“Some tea?” Wooyoung comes into the room with another tray full of teacups.

“What, are you some sort of fucking housewife?” I mock, and he gives me a look.

“You and that rotten mouth of yours. What if Ivy hears you?”

“Iris, you’re awake!” Minho suddenly sits up from his chair and runs up to his wife. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine… my head hurts a bit… what happened?”

“Emilia hit you.” He sighs.

“Sorry ‘bout that!” I chuckle slightly and raise my teacup in the air.

“Wait, Emilia, as in-”

“Chan’s lover.” Minho clarifies, and I cringe.

“Am I that popular? Nice to meet you, Minho’s wife.”

“I have a name.” The woman stands up and comes to me, handing her hand out for a shake. “Iris.”

“Emilia, but oh well, you know that already.”

“I do. So, this is where you were hiding.”

What?

I feel everything around me freeze, and I look at Minho, whose gaze dropped as well.

“What do you mean?” I ask quietly.

“I mean – I was really wondering where you were, after I found out that the pretty grave Jeongin dug for you is empty.”

“Iris… what are you talking about?” Minho asks, as if hoping he heard his wife wrong. “Did you… know about this?”

“I found out when we left for Italy and was planning to tell you about this as soon as our honeymoon was over-”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Fuck the honeymoon, this is the type of shit you should be telling me about immediately.”

“Did Jeongin tell you?” I stand up as well and ask in a whisper. “Does… does Chris also know?”

My words are suffocating me. Faced with the prospect that Chris could actually know about me being alive makes me as anxious as I was when I first heard Minho’s voice earlier.

Fuck.

I’m scared.

“No. He’s kept your secret, no matter how much it fucked him up.”

“Don’t you dare judge me for it. It was a life and death decision for me, and you would’ve done the same thing given the circumstances. Chris can’t know about this. He can’t. I can’t see him. I don’t want to-”

“Emilia, calm down.” Wooyoung puts his hands on my shoulders, making me sit back down, and I try to breathe in for a second.

It’s hard.

It’s hard to breathe, and the room is spinning.

“How the fuck can I be calm, Wooyoung?! If Chan finds out-”

“He’ll come for you.” Iris cuts me off, and I look at her surprised.

What did she just say?

How much… does she know?

“No. He can’t. Minho, please-”

“I’m sorry, Emilia, but ever since you died, Chris has been a fucking mess…” Minho starts. “You’re the only one who can make him be… his old self.”

“Fuck that. Fuck Chris. Fuck YOU!”

“You have to come back with us.”

“No. Not in a million years. I will never come back.”

“You have his child.” Iris insists. It’s hard to contain my laugh when she’s being so cynical.

“So what? Does he deserve a chance at parenting? Ivy baby, look, this is your daddy. He almost killed mommy and he stepped on her heart repeatedly, but that’s okay, because he feels bad about it!”

“I’m sorry, but it’s just the way it will be.”

“Fuck your fake-ass compassion.” I laugh again, and when I look at Minho, I notice that he’s pointing his gun at me again. “Are you seriously threatening me right now? After ruining everything? I can’t believe you two.”

“I don’t want to threaten you. We were the ones who were wrong. But if you don’t come back willingly… You leave me no choice.”

“So, shoot me, then! Fucking shoot me and end this already, Minho! I’m not coming with you!”

“No… I won’t take you with us if you don’t want it, Emilia. I’m just saying that… if you won’t come, we’re gonna stay here just like this while Iris goes to the other room and grabs your daughter. She’s gonna take her to Chris and explain everything, and that’s it.”

He wants to take Ivy away from me?

No…

This can’t be happening.

“You wouldn’t.” I shake my head.

“Try me.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Fuck you!” I shout and feel myself on the verge of crying. Why did I invite him into my house in the first place? I should’ve told Wooyoung to poison him somehow. I should’ve run away again.

“So, will you come with us?” Minho asks again.

“Wooyoung… what in the world…”

“I think we have to go with them, unfortunately…”

“But…”

“You don’t want to? Would you let them take Ivy?” Wooyoung whispers.

“Fuck, no. Ivy is my baby. She’s mine. Minho, come on. You can’t do this. You seriously can’t.”

I watch as Minho’s face contorts; he looks like he’s in pain, and I get the sense that this isn’t easy for him either. Still, I can’t accept it. I don’t want Ivy to meet Chris.

I don’t want to meet Chris.

I’m not ready.

“I’m not ready.” I let out, and Minho closes his eyes again.

“I’m sorry.”

I tense up and curse over and over again. Wooyoung tries to touch my shoulder and I smack his hand away, and I get an overwhelming sense to scream and shout and curse the world.

I ran away for so long, only to have my wrists tied by the same ropes of the past.

No matter how far I tried to run, no matter what I did to hide, and even without specifically wanting to, someone from Stray Kids found me.

It wasn’t Jeongin. If it were, I might’ve been able to reason with him.

Hell, if it were anyone else besides Minho, I might’ve just been able to get away.

But it’s not.

It’s Minho, who is as ruthless, if not more, than Chris. Who would never leave me alone and forget he’s ever met me here. Who’s seen my daughter, Chan’s child, and would never ignore the fact that I ran away with his boss’ baby.

Faced with all this information, I know there is no choice but to swallow the lump in my throat and go with him. It’s the only way to ensure I can protect Ivy on this path we’re forced to take.

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