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sunkendreams · 3 months

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uhh asking for a request of bo and just anything that involves with duct tape 😭😭 gagging or bounding im happy either way

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souvenir.

➾ pairing ; bo sinclair x fem!reader.

in which bo decides that he’ll take you as his souvenir — a pretty hiker lost in ambrose.

format: one-shot — requested.

word count: 5.3K.

warnings: SMUT (mdni), DUBCON, drugging, kidnapping, bondage (tape and chains), restraints, cunnilingus, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, groping, knifeplay, rough sex, p in v sex, different positions, spitting, choking, bruising, hair-pulling, scratching, marking, use of pet names (good girl, sweetheart, etc.), dom/sub dynamics, begging, dirty talk, edging, creampie, unprotected sex, bo is definitely not nice in this fic

author’s note: this is definitely more of a darker fic, but I actually loved writing it ,,, nothing like gross and horny sex with bo sinclair to get the blood flowing! I hope you all enjoy! Still working on requests, I’m hoping to post a few things this week since I’ve been so busy!

Warm, glittering rays of a vibrant Louisiana sun cut through the thick canopy of trees and marshland, bathing your face in a haze of heat. It was midday — hot and sticky, accompanied by a stifling humidity that was prevalent in the South, not terribly far from a saltwater coastline.

Beneath you was the grass — clutches of wildflowers blossomed amongst strands of emerald, a temporary refuge for you to rest as you savored the outdoors. A town sat in the near-distance, baking away underneath the sun, as evidenced by the paint wearing thin and the asphalt looking gray instead of black.

You’d been hiking by yourself — that was your first mistake. Too brazen and bold enough to be without the company of your friends, and now, subject to the ire of Ambrose’s hidden devils.

It was akin to ringing the dinner bell when Lester had caught wind of your presence through the scope of a well-used Barrett. Once he’d informed Bo over a very colorful phone call, your fate was sealed, doomed to become another pretty fixture in the House of Wax.

There was no getting out of Ambrose — you just didn’t know it yet.

As the glaring sun began to slip behind the verdant canopy above you, you took it as a sign to relocate, trekking the short distance toward the quaint town. You could hear the general buzz and chatter of townsfolk, but there wasn’t a soul in-sight — the ones that were, confined to their eternal tombs.

“Nobody’s home.” You murmured, thumbing the thick straps of your backpack as you sauntered down the middle of the road, glancing at some of the vehicles lining the road. Some appeared brand-new, others showing signs of weathering.

You passed the gas station and row of various houses, making your way toward the church. The distant hum of an organ guided your path, leading you to the steps and to the devil himself.

Bo Sinclair stood in front of a set of white doors, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, a bead of sweat glistening upon his brow. He wore his Sunday best to look the part, gaze flickering toward your pretty, doe-eyed countenance when you’d stopped a few feet away.

A cloud of billowing smoke drifted into the air, a thin gray wisp that dissipated into the staggering heat. He appraised you in an unusual silence, drinking you in, shamelessly admiring the way your jeans clung to your body. Bo’s own fascination was nearly palpable — he still wondered what possessed a girl to go hiking alone.

Maybe you were stupid — he didn’t think so.

“Sermon getting to you?” You hadn’t intended to come off as simpering or awkward, gesturing toward the cigarette in the stranger’s mouth. A chattering ambiance and piano music emanated from inside of the church, and you felt severely underdressed in the presence of this man — the only one you’d seen in the town so far.

A huff escaped him as he ashed his cigarette, granules of charcoal floating towards the steps. “Might need another cigarette if that’s the case,” Bo chortled, taking another long drag. He ogled you again, jaw tensing as he sized you up, unbeknownst to you. “You lost?”

You would do perfectly — prettiest thing he’d seen in ages, that much was for certain.

Bo’s mind worked differently than yours, sinister and callous when compared to your innocuous demeanor. Whilst you stood along the picket-fence, contemplating about finding a good drink of water, Bo was picturing you strapped down to his bed, clothes cut away.

“A little bit,” It was painful for you to confess to being lost, considering how many times you’d traversed the backwoods of Louisiana. The sound of your voice was enough to momentarily sever Bo’s salacious train of thought, watching as you picked at the fading paint along the fence. “Do you know if there’s a convenience store around here or anything?”

He shook his head, motioning down the street. “Closed for th’day, I’m afraid. Lookin’ for somethin’ in particular?” Bo asked, attempting to lay the foundation for you, building a rapport that was surely to break once he got his hands on you. It was all about the building.

You shrugged, withering away beneath the oppressive heat of the midday sun. You wondered how this man was so unusually comfortable within an all-black suit and tie. Nonetheless, you decided to be truthful. “I’m just looking for a quick drink before I hike back to the main road. I’m a little low on water.”

“If you’re willin’ to make the trek, I can take you up to my place. Won’t take long, ten minutes or so.” Bo offered, attempting to sweeten the deal. It was akin to a predator skillfully drawing their prey inward, making it difficult to resist. He took another lengthy drag of his cigarette before smashing it against the concrete with the toe of his boot.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother,” Admittedly, you felt intrusive — a meddlesome presence amidst a quiet, peaceful town. You felt even worse interrupting a church service, but Bo didn’t seem phased whatsoever. “I don’t want to distract you from church, either.”

Bo scoffed, lips twitching into something sardonic, one hand perched atop his hip. “Don’t think th’good Lord really cares a whole lot for me these days,” He mused, and you couldn’t tell if he was being serious. “Let me take you up there.” He motioned for you to follow him.

Leaving the white chapel behind, you walked alongside him, somewhat smitten by his Southern drawl and charismatic charm. Beads of sweat glistened along his brow, and he promptly loosened his tie as the two of you made it toward a stretch of beaten-up road.

“Name’s Bo, by th’way. Forgot my manners.” Bo mused, making sure to really lay on the flirtation and appeal. It wasn’t hard for him to tell how flustered you were already — and he fully intended on manipulating such a fact.

“Nice to meet you, Bo.” You smiled, cordial and polite as you sauntered alongside him. “How long have you lived here in Ambrose? It seems so far from the rest of civilization.” It was out of reach, away from the rest of the world, a world that was impervious to the sinister deeds of the Sinclairs.

Unfortunately, you were now in their territory, subject to their rules and ire.

Bo chuckled, shamelessly stealing glances at you whenever possible. You were gorgeous — a looker with a sweet demeanor. He wanted to lick that sweetness right off of you, drain it all, keep it for himself. “Lived here for most of my life. Town’s real quiet, jus’ known for the House of Wax.”

Intrigue glistened upon your features, and you recalled the sign that you’d spotted during your hike — Trudy’s infamous House of Wax. The building itself sat in the distance, nestled amongst a cluster of hills. Even that seemed relatively dormant.

“It’s nice here, really peaceful. You must get used to the silence.” You replied, stepping up the incline as Bo gently steadied you with one arm. You murmured a soft ‘thank you’ as a house came into view, rustic yet large. This must’ve been Bo’s home. “Is this it?”

He motioned toward the house, wrapping his tie around his hand as he loosened up his collar. “Yeah, this is it. We’ll go on inside, you can sit an’ I’ll get you fixed up with somethin’ for the road.” Bo chimed, making his way to the front door.

Bo let you inside, gesturing toward the couch and recliner that sat in the living room. It was a very well lived-in home, but you didn’t seem to mind. You moved toward the couch, finally able to sit somewhere comfortable and relax, placing your backpack beside you.

“Thank you for doing this, Bo. I appreciate it.” You piped up, watching as he moved toward the kitchen. The interior of the home felt warm and inviting, littered with plenty of things to look at. There was ample opportunity for Bo to take matters into his own hands.

One of the cupboards in the kitchen had what he needed, a syringe filled with some strange concoction, a thicker liquid. His dark gaze darted toward you, distracted by your surroundings. Bo took the syringe, discreetly keeping it by his side as he stepped behind you, offering you a water bottle.

“‘Course. Heat’s pretty bad in these parts.” He replied, and you immediately unscrewed the lid, greedily drinking several gulps of icy water. Bo was close, hovering above you with a manic look in his eyes.

Before you had time to properly react, his hand closed around the underside of your jaw, squeezing tight to hold you steady. The intrusive, cold prick of a needle digging into your neck made you scream, but Bo had you in a rather uncomfortable chokehold.

“Shh, shh,” He soothed, stroking at your hair. Everything felt numb, and you could no longer feel anything in your arms and legs, reduced to simple tingling sensations. Your cries were in vain, throaty and hoarse as you sank into the couch, limp and lifeless. “Jus’ relax. All that strugglin’ is gonna make it worse.”

Your eyes felt heavy, beginning to close with a weight to them — the last thing you remembered was the glimpse of Bo’s insidious smirk and dark hues before you’d been rendered unconscious.

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The scratch of duct-tape reverberated around the concrete cellar, obnoxiously close to your ear, causing you to involuntarily wince. The haze of unconsciousness was lifting, but that sound — it made you groan, unpleasant and invasive. You attempted to move as the heaviness wore away in your limbs, but you had no such luck.

You were in the underbelly of some cold, dingy cellar, cement walls lined in grainy polaroids, tools, and obscene amounts of sex toys. An icy, uncomfortable sensation began to pool within the pit of your stomach, and you tried to jerk against the tape around your wrists.

A strange, unsettling chill fluttered about your body, causing you to shudder. Your hiking boots were nowhere to be found, flannel stolen too, leaving you in your shorts and tank top. Something felt intrusive, as if there was an outside presence bearing down on you, crawling beneath your flesh.

Bo was standing at the foot of a strange chair, stained with months-old cruor, dressed differently than before. A pair of mechanic’s coveralls were stained with grease and oil, dark enough to conceal bloodstains. He bit at the strip of duct-tape, clutching it between his teeth as he bound you, keeping you restrained.

“W—Wait,” You babbled, and suddenly, the heightened sensation of fear and startlement blistered through you, visceral and volatile. “Please don’t do this.” Your whimpers fell on deaf ears as Bo continued his mission, sweat layered in a thin sheen along his temples.

Death in a town that wasn’t on the map was a fate worse than any other — you would rot into the ground with no one to find you, only the animals and trees would know; bear witness. You would cease to exist and become a memory, a painful one, eternally trapped within Ambrose.

“You can make this real easy on yourself,” Bo’s husky, dark drawl emerged from the bitter chill of the cellar, roughened hands sliding along your legs. “All you gotta do is behave for me, yeah?” He stood above you, a twisted version of the man you’d met at the church — or perhaps, the real him.

You sucked in a sharp breath, feeling vulnerable and exposed in your current position. Your hands were bound on either side of you with many rings of duct-tape, legs chained to the floor, yet there was some room for you to walk — if that were even possible. You shivered, mostly from the oppressive cold of the basement coupled with fear.

“Please,” Your chest felt tight, fear unfurling from your ribcage as it spread across your body. A shudder rolled down your spine when Bo grabbed your chin, thumb stroking along your lower lip. “Please don’t kill me.”

Something about this place told you that he’d killed before — they’d been in the very same spot that you were now. A sinister, lascivious gleam glimmered within his dark eyes as they raked over your body, lips curling into a smirk.

“Didn’t say anything about killin’ you, beautiful.” Bo corrected, digits beginning to squeeze your chin, putting pressure on your jaw. “But I might change my mind if y’make this hard for me.” His other hand moved toward your shorts, unbuttoning the front as he ripped the zipper down in one swift movement.

You began to squirm, mortified and flustered as you fought against the tape wrapped around your wrists — but it wasn’t any use. “Don’t.” Your voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper as he gave you a pointed look.

Bo scoffed, head cocking to one side. “Be a shame if I gotta shut that pretty mouth of yours, too.” It wasn’t a warning, but a threat, a promise — one that he intended to make good on if you weren’t careful. “Gonna open up for me?” He crooned.

There was something hideous about him touching you — and even more so was the disgusting fact that you wanted to let him do it. He was handsome at the church, all a facade of Southern charm and debonair wit, but this was something else entirely.

With a defeated, pitiful expression, you began to part your legs, and that was akin to victory for Bo. His dark chuckle made you shiver, feeling his hand brusquely tug and wrestle with your shorts, inching them down your legs. “You’re real pretty,” He uttered, looking you in the eyes. “Prettiest thing I’ve seen in ages.”

Heat pooled within the pit of your stomach, and you clenched your hands into fists, nearly whimpering when he ghosted his fingers across your clothed cunt. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction — this was wrong, depraved on so many levels, but you found yourself submitting instead of retaliating.

A strangled whimper escaped you as he rounded the chair, standing right in front of you as he planted a kiss against your forehead. “Bet you’re all wet from this, huh?” He husked, voice kept to a low growl as he slipped his fingers into your panties.

Arousal had collected there, slick and warm upon his digits. Part of you wanted to melt into the chair and disappear, muscles tense and taut as you worked to suppress your whining.

“Fuck, look at that,” Bo sneered, greedily sucking your nectar right from his fingers, causing your breath to hitch within your throat. “Guess I was right.” His hand returned to your aching cunt, the other wrangling your panties aside, movements harsh and rough.

You hated that it felt good, offered you a sliver of relief — you wanted to scratch at your restraints, thighs beginning to quiver. A string of incoherent babbling escaped you, mumbled pleas for him to stop. It was quite the juxtaposition to your hips, which happened to lurch forward into his hand.

Bo bullied his way in between your legs, spreading you apart as he lowered himself to his knees — unexpected, but you still felt embarrassed. “Gonna have to have a taste of this pretty cunt,” With a gravelly hum, he grabbed your thighs, unceremoniously spitting a wad of saliva onto your throbbing cunt. “Don’t move.”

“Bo,” It was almost involuntary, moaning his name as you jolted forward, mouth agape. Bo’s grin felt like a hot brand against your inner thigh as he clamped his hands down into your legs, hard enough to cause bruises. “P—Please.” You sputtered.

Part of you felt terribly embarrassed for enjoying yourself at the hands of this man who’d kidnapped you, your innocence being taken advantage of. His calloused, rough hands spread you apart, broad tongue licking a stripe along the length of your slit.

Bo was eating you out like a man starved, breath hot and heavy as he savored you with his lips, tongue swirling across your cunt. His hands groped into your haunches, against the swell of your pliant flesh, practically forcing your hips to tilt into his face as he buried his head between your legs.

With a wanton moan, you slouched back into the rigid frame of the chair, listening to it creak and groan as you writhed around. The manacles that shackled you to the concrete rustled with your movements, fingers curling into your palms. His tongue was deliberate and slow, teasing you with every stroke.

You tried to smother your noises, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but he was ten steps ahead of you. “Can’t hear you, sweetheart,” Bo stopped, ceasing any further contact until you submitted to him. “Gonna have to beg for it, I s’pose.” His sigh was theatrical and badgering, forcing you to whimper.

A simpering, choked-up noise escaped from the back of your throat, desperation beginning to mount as you jerked and jolted forward. Bo simply sat still, attempting to smother that smarmy, devilish grin of his as you shook your head back and forth. “Please keep going, please!” You cried.

Bo clicked his tongue, seemingly unimpressed and dismissive, reaching for the knife that sat in his back pocket. “Ain’t ever met a girl this ungrateful. You rather I stop an’ get this all over with?” His voice was vitriolic, full of a manipulative venom that only served to drag you deeper into his pit.

The sharp, icy blade suddenly traced over your legs, goosebumps erupting in its wake as you shook your head. You didn’t want Bo to hurt you — the idea of being harmed, of being so helpless — it frightened you. Bo enjoyed seeing that little pang of fear within your doe eyes as he prodded the tip of razor-sharp silver into your flesh.

“I’m sorry,” You gasped, stumbling over your words and babbling, restless within the chair. “Bo, please! I — I’ll be loud, I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t hurt me.” It was a gushing string of pleas and begging that didn’t go unnoticed this time.

With soft shushing, Bo sighed, kissing along your inner thigh as he dug his nails into your flesh. It was rough enough to make you feel the burning sting of pain, chest heaving with labored breaths as he nudged his lips against your cunt again. “I think I’m gonna keep you for m’self, how’s that sound?” He uttered.

“Good, good,” You nodded. “I — I want you, please keep going.” Whatever bite and edge you had before had diminished completely, shadowed by his dark, domineering nature. It was hard for anything to break through that barrier of his. He retracted the knife, then and there.

A cajoling chuckle escaped him, one filled with mockery and a duplicitous edge as he lapped at your cunt once more. His tongue was like hot coals, raking across your slit with a wanton need, fingers grabbing and groping at the meat of your thighs.

His cock twitched within his jeans, desperate to be inside of you, make you scream. You wanted to grab at his tousled tresses or grip onto his shoulders, but the duct-tape prevented you from going anywhere, digging into your wrists.

Bo savored you as if you were some delectable meal, licking his lips before toying with your clit. His mouth was feather-light and teasing that bundle of nerves, enough to make you contort within the chair. A strangled moan left you, noisy and desperate, wrought with desire.

“Please, Bo, please,” You breathed, and when your thighs threatened to squeeze his face, he roughly pushed you apart, gazing at you from between your legs. The duct-tape chafed at your flesh, uncomfortably tight around your wrists as you writhed, hips bucking forward. “Please!” You were nearly sobbing.

All inhibitions had been abandoned — you were his now, reduced to his pretty plaything, all spread out on a silver platter. Molten heat surged through you when he lapped at your cunt, hand slipping down as he teased your entrance, giving you no warning as two digits sank into you.

A blissful whine left you, head rolling back against the chair as he nudged your clit, just enough to keep you chasing after that sensation. Bo was undeniably cruel, grazing his teeth over the sensitive bud, causing you to squirm and shiver, all sound escaping you.

“Sing pretty for me,” Bo’s husky, Southern purr emerged from between your thighs, teeth nicking your thigh before he finally began to suck on your clit. His thick digits pistoned in and out of your weeping cunt, providing you with an overwhelming barrage of pleasure. “That’s it.” He huffed, lurching forward.

The rattling of chains couldn’t rip you from the moment as liquid heat coalesced between your legs, with Bo’s chin steeped in your arousal. You moaned again, flexing against your restraints, stomach churning with an anticipation that made you want to melt.

Bo grunted, greedily lapping at your sweet cunt, fingers beginning to curl into that sweet spot, prompting you to choke on any sound that bubbled within your throat. He was like a predator, with you in his clutches, a rabbit trapped within the jaws of a wolf.

With another barrage of practiced licks, he continued his onslaught against your clit, eliciting a myriad of sinful, inhuman sounds from you. Bo — it was the only word that fell from your lips like some chant, and he didn’t stop, feeling your knees buckle and shake around him.

His digits buried themselves into your tight cunt, sluggishly rocking in and out as he sucked on your clit. It sent you careening over the edge, lost to a white-hot explosion of ecstasy as you came, moaning and shivering, a complete and utter mess.

He was the devil — pearlescent teeth glinting in the low, buzzing light of the cellar. The shadows moved in a way that made him seem sinister. You were surprised that he didn’t have horns and a forked tongue, but it was likely a trick of the eyes. You huffed, fading away into your post-orgasm haze, but Bo was far from finished.

“We ain’t done just yet,” He uttered, licking his lips as he moved up from between your legs, hand gripping your chin as he dragged you forward. Bo made you open your mouth, head tilted backward as he leaned in, countenance contorting into a sneer. “Got a little gift for you, for bein’ good.”

A wad of his saliva landed upon your tongue, and you nearly choked, feeling filthy and vulnerable. His eyes glistened with an insidious shade, shadowed and bemused as he closed your mouth, forcing you to swallow his spit.

Bo was expectant, waiting for you to say something — but when nothing emerged, he clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Where’s your manners?” He reminded you, patting your jaw like he would a beloved dog.

“Thank you.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, somewhat shrewd as Bo grinned, seemingly satisfied with your answer. You squirmed again when Bo began to unzip the front of his pants, breathing noticeably heavier and wrought with unrestrained excitement.

“Now,” Bo hummed, fishing his cock from the confines of his jeans. His erection was thick and heavy within his calloused palm, oozing with pearls of precum. With a step in your direction, he pressed the head of his cock against your cunt. “M’gonna fuck you right.”

You swallowed the growing lump within your throat, letting out another moan as he teased your entrance, hooking his hands around your hips. Bo was rough and callous, dragging you forward as he sank his cock into you, grunting at the tightness and warmth.

Another wanton moan escaped you, back beginning to arch as he thrust forward, chest rippling with grunts and subtle growls. Lewd, crass noises reverberated throughout the cellar, the only ambiance that you could really focus on. His shadow eclipsed the stark glare of the light, gaze fixated on you.

Bo’s eyes were shadowed, brewing with something dark yet indecipherable. He began to adopt a very brutal pace, cock pounding away at your poor cunt. You hadn’t done this in so long, to the point where it felt borderline unfamiliar. You sputtered and moaned, feeling one of his hands abandon your leg.

That rough, calloused hand of his found its way to your slender neck, digits squeezing at your throat. It wasn’t particularly gentle, but not enough to completely rob you of air. You whined, unable to keep from watching the way his cock disappeared again and again into your sweet, oozing cunt.

You wanted to grab onto him, onto his arm, chest, anything — instead, you were met with harsh resistance from the duct-tape. “Bo,” You moaned, hips rolling in-tandem with his movements. Bo hunched closer, hand tight around your throat as his thumb pressed into your jugular, causing you to wince. “Feels so good.”

“Yeah?” Bo’s voice dropped to a lower octave, cock rutting away into you with a rough, unyielding amount of force. If he went any harder, he might’ve threatened to split you in half. “Fuck, you’re nice n’tight. Can’t believe you’re gettin’ off to this. You like bein’ tied down an’ fucked by a stranger?” He uttered, and you began to stammer.

A wave of liquid heat burned bright within the pit of your stomach, a flame that only grew in intensity as he kept up with his brutal ministrations. Your cunt clenched pathetically around his cock at his words, causing you to shiver again. “I—I …” You didn’t know what to say, embarrassed and ashamed.

Bo scoffed, voice tapering off into a grunt as he continued to rut forward, cock buried inside of you until he could go no further. “Got you so fucked you can’t even speak,” He sneered, grip tightening on your throat. It was bound to leave some sort of mark, but you knew he didn’t care. “You gonna behave?”

Your head bobbed up and down several times over, voice barely above a whisper. “Yes.” You squeaked, watching with blown-out pupils as he reached for the knife, cutting you loose from the duct-tape. Though, once your hands were free, you were being dragged onto the cold concrete on your stomach.

The steely, sharp bite of the knife sliced through your tank top like butter, leaving you completely exposed to Bo, who remained entirely clothed. Goosebumps coalesced along your spine from the icy temperature of the ground, feeling his hand close into your hair as he fucked you from behind.

His cock battered away at your cunt, stretching you in ways that you never thought possible. It was harsh and intrusive, digits tugging on your hair, wrangling you like you were molded from obsidian. Bo savored the sensation of you rocking back into him, thighs quivering like a leaf.

Your eyes flickered toward the muted brick wall on your left, met with a garish display of polaroids — other girls, girls like you. You had a feeling that none of them had lived to tell the tale.

A pang of dread consumed you, followed by fear — you hoped that you wouldn’t end up on that wall too, immortalized in some sick photograph. Instead, you wanted to increase your chances of survival, moaning and whimpering his name, forehead snug against the concrete.

“You wanna cum?” Bo asked nonchalantly, spoken through labored breathing as his thrusts became quick and sporadic. He was close, cock throbbing inside of you as his other hand clawed bruises and marks into the swell of your hips.

“Yes,” You didn’t hesitate, moaning again when he dug his nails into your flesh, causing you to squirm from discomfort. “Please, Bo! I want you to let me cum!” Desperation was laced within your voice, high-pitched and simpering as he let go of your hip.

“Good girl,” Bo grunted, somewhat perplexed by you. “Finally usin’ your manners.” He reached between your thighs, slathered in your slick and his precum, thumb rubbing circles into your clit. Your back began to arch, pushing back into him as he fucked you like a wild animal, chains clanking against the floor.

Pleasure rippled through you in blistering waves, coupled with the faint sting of pain that radiated from your hip. Bo grunted, breath hot and strenuous as he fucked you senseless, pounding away at your cunt with little regard for your comfort. His thumb toyed with your clit, causing you to writhe and moan.

With another harsh rut of his hips, Bo grunted, pushing his hips forward as he came inside of you, ropes of white-hot seed flooding your cunt. His brow glistened with perspiration as he pulled his cock free, leaving you with the mess of it all, haphazardly smeared between your legs.

Bo, in all his cruelty, tore his hand away from your clit, leaving you a throbbing mess, edged to the brink. You wanted to beg for him to continue, but you were spent, hot flesh soothed by the cold temperature of the floor.

“W—Wait,” Your protests were weak, but still strung-out with desperation. “Aren’t you going to keep going?” There was a little sliver of hope within your voice, but he relented, lips curling into a bemused smirk as he gave your ass a light smack.

“Changed my mind.”

You hated him.

For a moment, you saw red, frustrated without any semblance of relief, but also in misery over your current situation. You didn’t know what to do or say — and the last thing you wanted was for him to become angry with you. You didn’t want to become a permanent fixture on his wall of past trophies.

He stood up, hovering above you as you sheepishly rolled onto your back. Bo’s unsteady, dangerous leer sent shivers down your spine, watching as he stared at you for several moments. “Guessin’ you’ll last longer than the rest have,” He crooned, swiping his tongue across his lower lip. “Go on.”

His head jerked toward the chair, signaling you to climb back in. Your legs quivered in the aftermath of being fucked stupid, and you awkwardly reached for your panties and shorts, but Bo intercepted you. Wordlessly, you sat down in the leather seat, naked and entirely vulnerable.

“Keep you like that for when I come back.” Bo’s Southern purr made you shudder as you trembled, both from fear and from the cold. He couldn’t help but take a little bit of pity on you, tossing you a blanket from the old mattress that sat several feet away from you.

Something about being left entirely alone, naked and used in this basement, made you more terrified than anything else. You didn’t want to be left alone with just your thoughts. Even if Bo had kidnapped you, he was more tolerable than solitude. “You’ll come back?” You asked.

Bo huffed, retrieving his baseball cap. “Maybe,” He could see the hint of fear that had glossed over your eyes. “Maybe I’ll leave you down here an’ let you rot.” His voice was somewhat vitriolic, but undecided — part of you knew that he couldn’t leave you alone after this.

You would take the physicality over being isolated.

Silence drifted between the both of you as your legs shifted, the sound of clanking manacles providing the only bit of ambiance. Bo made for the iron-wrought door, standing in the doorway to give you one last look. Even in your disheveled state, you were beautiful — and now?

You belonged to him.

Before Bo shut the door, his lips twitched into the ghost of a devilish smirk. “Guess I’ll see you soon.”

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literaila · 2 months

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Oh my god 😭😭 that's actually devastating and mildly concerning. Gojo is COVERED and no wonder megumi looks grumpy. Poor tsumiki smiles... She's pulling through

you know i have to take this idea and run with it—

megumi cant say that he loves it when you’re gone—sure, there’s the fact that it most likely means that you’re out dealing with a curse, and probably struggling (as gojo likes to tease), which is worrisome enough. but it also means that he’s stuck in the house with his sister and a lunatic.

and that he’s being stared down now, trying not to viciously glare at gojo (not trying at all actually).

because you’ve lined them up on the couch, and honestly megumi knows you’re scary. he’s seen gojo flail around when he’s doing something he shouldn’t—which is always—trying to escape the inevitable fury that will be aimed at him and his stupid decisions. but megumi doesn’t typically experience it first hand.

and dinner was terrible too, so the boy is honestly just having a bad day.

“speak.” you say, to all three of them. someone has to break sometime.

megumi knows it’s not going to be him, but rather one of his slightly more annoying family members. or gojo.

“if someone doesn’t fess up,” you continue to the three of them—tsumiki is trying not to laugh at the end of the couch because she’s a terrible liar, and an even worse snitch. “then i’m going to make you sleep outside. and i’m not bringing any blankets.”

“in some places that could be deemed as—“ gojo cuts off when you give him a glare.

“now, satoru.”

(megumi is quite enjoying the guilty look on gojo’s face)

“look, okay,” the man starts, hands roaming the air like he’s trying to hypnotize you. “after you left, we hung out for a while, just staring at the wall, and so i suggested that we get up and do something. and then we were playing with the pups, right? and—“

tsumiki is nodding and megumi sighs, leaning back against the couch.

“—they were being a bit rough, like puppies are, and we all got a couple of scratches. and maybe a few bites. nothing major, okay? but i remembered where you put the first aid kit, and patched us all up. battle wounds, you know? so we’re all fine—“

“gojo started messing with the puppies and they were attacking him, and when i intervened he got me scratched too.”

gojo looks over at him, mouth turned completely upside down. “are you serious? we agreed—“

“what did i say about instigating, satoru? and what happened to you, miki? what’s on your face?”

tsumiki smiles. “oh, i just wanted one. they look kinda like stickers.”

you sigh, shaking your head with a hand to your face. “cant even leave the house for a few hours,” you’re mumbling, dropping your hand to roll your eyes and then you look at all of them again.

“okay, to your rooms,” you say, shooing all of them off of the couch. “and no dessert,” you give gojo a pointed look.

he pouts, but megumi is happy to play the victim in this scenario (because he is) and he jumps up off of the couch, turning down the hall to go to his room. tsumiki follows closely behind, trying to flat tire him along the way.

but they can both hear the whispered “what do you mean no dessert?”

a groan, and then “and you’re still sleeping outside—“

“i followed your instructions!”

“those aren’t even real bandaids! they’re the stickers tsumiki got in that coloring book—“

#a typical family #gojo satoru x reader #reader really does have to deal with all of them

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animehideout · 5 months

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Wait wait can u actually write a fix scenario anything like how Goji falls in love with a basically his female version (weak but acts tough) it’s okay if u can’t but cuz it’s annoying everyone put him with someone different…(everyone tells me I can’t be w him cuz I’m as crazy and stupid ..) so yeah basically rly rly pretty pretty prettiest please 🥹🫀

THE ONE I LOVE

a/n: Hello there, yes baby of course here you go and I really hope you like it though 😭🥹. And always remember to just be yourself, you're perfect the way you are ❣️💌.

warnings: none, pure fluff.

“Amused... Shouldn't we help her” asked Megumi narrowing his eyes in worry.

“Well she's amusing, while struggling with that tricky curse” Said Gojo Satoru with a smile while observing you.

His eyes fixated on each and every move of yours trying to exorcise that curse.

You joined Jujutsu high later than others. Despite Gojo being your very charming and charismatic teacher you actually didn't have a huge age gap. Everyone in Jujutsu high tend to call you two peas in a pod, your personalities were very similar, you're basically his cocky female version. Loud extroverts who love to annoy others, who eat a lot of sweets and with terrible Insomnia issues.. But he was naturally gifted to be strong, while you acted strong when you're actually not.. Your curse technique wasn't the strongest, actually it was the weakest comparing to all other jujutsu high students. It was your biggest insecurity but it was kept a secret, ain't no way you'll show that you're weak..

“Gojo I can't stand and watch, I'll go help her”

“No Megumi, she'll handle it”

“What makes you so sure this curse won't kill her?”

“injured maybe but dead nope..”

You were fighting that annoying curse, mentally cursing your weak abilities.

“shit I suck at this...but I can't be defeated Megumi and Satoru are watching” you said to yourself. Trying your hardest to not trip and fall flat on your clumsy ass.

Gojo Pov:

That curse won't kill her, it's just to help her master her Jujutsu better. I've always found her technique quite interesting, I love seeing her struggle with tasks it's amusing knowing that her soul in that little body doing everything she can to prove herself, to me and to others... The confidence is what really matter.

I love the way she's spontaneous, saying whatever comes in her mind.. doing crazy and stupid things but doesn't care if someone judges her or her techniques.. but she'll put them in their place.

End of Pov

Laying one last punch, you managed to actually harm that curse but not enough to exorcise it.

“Nice punch” Said Gojo approaching you, exorcising that curse.

You looked at him while breathing heavily, wiping the sweat off of your forehead, “is he being sarcastic?” you thought to yourself.

“T-thanks” you said awkwardly.

“Your combat skills got better..” he praised.

“mm” you mumbled.. holding back tears.. you felt kinda embarrassed with him being the strongest and you failing to exorcise a grade 3 curse.. rejecting to believe any of his compliments.

“You don't have to act tough y/n” said Gojo taking you off guard.

“huh?”

“I mean just be yourself that's the way to find your true power” You didn't expect him to expose you easily like that..

Was that brave face you've been putting on not convincing enough for him?

“show me your true colors..” he added taking a step closer to you making you stumble back.. he giggled at your clumsiness “hehe cute..” he said in a silly tone ruffling your hair.

You blinked a few times, proceeding what just happened..

“Your technique is special in its own way, you just need to master it”

“I- I know my technique is special..” you crossed your arm acting cocky..

“I've always admired your confidence y/n.. ahh I love it..I love yo-”

But he paused quickly when he realized what he just said.

“y-you what?” you asked.

He started blushing, as he bit his bottom lip. “The strongest sorcerer is nervous?” you thought to yourself..

“I said I ..-I love you y/n” he finally confessed properly.

Your mind went blank “how could Gojo Satoru..fall in love with me?” you asked yourself refusing to believe it.

“huh?”

“You indeed stole my heart y/n...”

“w-why me?” you asked voice shaking.

“Because you're different.. you're unique in your own way.. and I love how you carry yourself..”

“but I'm ...I-m..” you stuttered not ready to admit it and make that mask you've been putting for many months fall..

“Weak??” he questioned.

You looked down, swallowing hard.. but his long fingers gently grabbed your chin making you meet his soft gaze.

“You're not weak because no matter how scary the situation is, you've never ran away..I saw that day how you faced that special grade curse but stood your ground despite not being trained enough to exorcise it..”

Your eyes became teary, but you held them back..

His big palm caressed your cheeks,

“really?” you asked.

He nodded excitedly putting a smile back on your face..

“come here” he pulled your face, pressing his soft lips on top of yours taking you in a sweet sugary kiss that could make all of your worries vanish.

He mumbled into the kiss “I'll protect you”

Strong or weak love found the way. Proving that the real strength is love.

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𝗜𝗩. 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬 𝗝𝗘𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗦

𝗢𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗞 𝗜'𝗠 𝗨𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗧, 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗗𝗜𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗜 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗖𝗨𝗧 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗜𝗧

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Back in high camp, the family was a mess, the clan was a mess. The crowd went silent as she ran, looking over their Olo'eyktan, hoping he'd do something; run after her, or shout at her to come back, at least. But he didn't do anything.

The clan didn't know what to do, or what to feel, they had never seen this happen; this was new. As much as they were annoyed by that Sully kid, they couldn't help but to feel a tinge of worry.

Neytiri dragged Jake back to their tent, holding him by the ear, as Mo'at shooed the prying people away.

"What were you thinking?" Neytiri hissed once they reached a secluded area of their tent.

"What? It's not my fault that she was stupid enough to actually go." he scoffed.

"She could die, Jake." Neytiri said, her voice breaking, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

Suddenly, Jake was hit with a terrible realization. He killed his daughter.

His ears laid flat on his skull. His heart thumping as if it was gonna burst out of his chest.

How could he do this?

Why did he do this?

Why did this happen?

What happened?

Millions of questions ran through his head. His memories with his daughter played back from the beginning, her first word, her first few steps, her first hunt, their first fight.

His mind played every single memory, looking for the one that ruined them. But he couldn't find it, it was like it was erased from his life, deleted. Or maybe he just was not looking harder, scared that he would see what he does not want to see.

He heard cries, snapping him from his thoughts. Looking up, he was greeted with the sight of his family in a state of desolation.

He hated this. He hated himself. Something in him changed, snapping back to what he used to be; a father that loved his daughter. In that moment he would do anything. Anything.

"Neteyam, Lo'ak. Come with me, we'll look for her. Kiri, stay here with your mother and Tuk, arrange a search party, get the best hunters, fighter, healers—just anyone." he ordered, his voice laced with desperation

He would do anything to find her, he would send out an army for her. All he wanted was his little girl back. He was willing to do anything.

[Name] found herself standing in the entrance of the Ikran rookery. It was dark, the bioluminescent plants being the only lighting up the way. The cold wind brushed against her skin.

She started to walk in with hesitance.

Why was she hesitating?

She did want this, right?

Right?

Regardless of her skepticism, she continued to walk in. Heart pounding fast.

The Ikran rookery was majestic, there were many Ikrans, all of different colors. All of the Ikran were asleep, but one awoke the second she walked in. At first she didn't see it. It sat in the corner near the vines alone.

The Ikran was a beautiful dark blue-purple color, getting darker and darker as it reached the tail, it was the color of the midnight sky. It had green freckle-like dots surrounding its body, making it easier for it to blend in the dark forests of Pandora.

Before [Name] could admire its beauty, the Ikran launched towards her, knocking her down. Quickly, she held on to its neck and managed to swing herself on it.

The Ikran screeched, trying its very best to shake her off. She grabbed her queue to connect it to the Ikran, but, before she managed to make the bond, the Ikran jumped off the cliff; taking her down with it.

"Shit." she whispered to herself, breathing rapidly, as she was falling down.

"Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she cried as she noticed she was nearing the ground. Quickly, she grabbed her queue and connected it to the Ikran, she felt the bond being made, she felt what he felt, what he thinks, his heartbeat, his breath, everything.

But still it did nothing, the ground was only a few feet away, she panicked, breath getting faster and faster. She did not want to die.

Not yet.

Not here.

Not like this.

Her Ikran kept screeching, panicking as well.

"Just shut up and fly straight!" she shouted, the ground being very very close to them. The Ikran quickly flew up, saving both of them.

They soared around the sky, and just then [Name] felt true freedom her whole life. She felt the cold breeze on her skin and the wind hugged her.

"Woooo! This is awesome!" she exclaimed in happiness, letting her arms spread out as her Ikran flew to the horizon.

Hours have passed, [Name] sat on the edge of a cliff with her new found friend right beside her.

"So...bud, what should I name you?" she asked, lightly nudging her Ikran.

"What do you feel about Jo?" she said, a slight giggle leaving her lips. The Ikran nudged her, burying his head on her shoulder.

"I think that's a yes," she laughed. "so Jo, do you think we should come back?"

Jo didn't react.

Should she come back? No her father would kill her

But what about her siblings?

Her mom?

Spider. What about all that?

What would Jake think?

#jake sully x reader #jake sully x daughter!reader #sully family x reader #dad!jake sully #jake sully x daughter #neytiri x daughter!reader #neteyam x sister!reader #neteyam x reader #loak x reader #lo'ak x sister!reader #lo'ak x reader #kiri x reader #kiri x sister!reader #avatar x reader #avatar: way of water #atwow #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #DearStell

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I Forgive You

Draco Malfoy x Male Reader (Part 2)

A/N: I haven't watched Harry Potter in a while, like I said in Part 1 of this, I’m not aware of everything in the HP universe so let me know if I’ve messed something up and I’ll try to fix it. I haven't written in first-person POV in a while so I hope it’s alright 😭

Part 1: I’m Sorry

Y/N’s POV:

The last couple of months felt like something out of a nightmare, never in a hundred years did I think Death-Eaters would storm into our school. Though I was in danger, I couldn’t help but watch as Draco stood on their side, I still think about it now. How he looked so terrified, so worried as Hagrid brought Harry’s limp body to the crowd. I shake my head. I can’t continue to overthink that evening, I’m in safe hands now, I just hope Draco is too.

I walk into the kitchen, deciding to finally grab something to eat. My eyes fall on the leftovers from last night’s dinner. As I grab the container, I hear a ‘swoosh’ as an envelope falls beside me on the counter. The food now left my mind as I reached for the envelope, something about it seemed familiar. I slowly pull the letter out, quickly scanning the writing, I feel my heart sink at the realization. Why would he be writing to me? I prepared myself before properly reading the words.

Y/N L/N,

I’m aware that I’m, no doubt, the last person you would’ve wished this letter was from, but I urgently need to speak to you.

I don’t wish for your forgiveness; just for you to let me explain everything to you. I feel terrible for leaving you with no reason.

I’ll be at The Three Broomsticks tomorrow evening, if you feel comfortable, please come and see me.

Draco Malfoy.

I felt my heart skip a few beats, no matter the pain that boy had put me through, I still missed him dearly. Now I have a chance to see him again, to talk to him again. My mind wanders back to our previous year, I can’t help but smile at the bittersweet memories, flashes of sharing laughs in the halls to quiet cuddles in our dormitory.

I couldn’t help but toss and turn that night, thinking about talking to the blond boy after what felt like so long.

Timeskip

The day had surprisingly gone by fast, 5pm only an hour away now. I decided to start getting ready, I didn't want it to seem like I dressed up for him, but I still wanted to look presentable. I started with a pair of black dress pants, then slipped on a vest over a white button-up and completed the look with a (Colour) tie.

I walk over to the full-length mirror in the corner of my room, flattening the wrinkled pieces of cloth before taking a few minutes to fix my hair. I glance down at my wrist, only 10 minutes left, I let out a deep breath.

Draco’s POV:

This was a stupid idea, I doubt he’ll show up. My eyes look up at the darkening sky, if he were to show up, he’d be here very soon. I look back at the crowding tavern before taking a second to take a breath. I was ready to talk to him, I had to. I look at the (f/c) rose in my hand, it’s not much, but I hope he’ll like it.

Y/N’s POV:

I can’t help but stare at all the colorful lights and buildings, it had been a while since I walked the Hogsmeade streets. Often coming here with Draco for a butterbeer in the colder months. I sadly smile at that, it feels like a lifetime ago.

I take a longer route to The Three Broomsticks, wanting to soak in the views before seeing the blond boy. A wide grin found place on my lips as I looked at all the parts of Hogsmeade I used to hang out with friends in, small memories passing through my mind at the sights.

I stopped my ogling and checked my watch, I didn’t mean to take as long as I was, time seemed to just fly as I walked around. I shake my head, in the back of my head, I knew that I was just trying to prolong seeing him again, I couldn’t bear the thought of falling back in love with him just as I was starting to move on.

I rushed over to the tavern, not wanting him to wait any longer than he already had. I sigh as The Three Broomsticks make its way into my view, my eyes search around the entrance, stopping on a well-known head of blond hair. I take a second to look over him, his shaking hands holding a (f/c) rose. I feel my heart beat a little faster and my lips tugging up as I start to approach him, his pale eyes lighting up as they see me. Merlin, he was beautiful.

Draco’s POV:

The sound of a familiar pair of footsteps starts to grow louder, I gaze up at the sound, my eyes locking with his. ‘Wow’ The grin on his face making my cheeks flush. He was somehow even more handsome than I remember him being.

Y/N’s POV:

“Good evening, Draco'' I nodded my head towards him, his face reddening. He looks me up and down before opening his mouth, a mix of incomprehensible words tumbling out. “Pardon?” I quietly chuckled. “I-I’msosorrythatIleftyouthewayIdid-” “Woah, woah, slow down.” I smile at the nervous boy in front of me, taking his hand and rubbing my thumb over his fingers like I used to when we were together. “Take it slow, alright?” His body starts to loosen. “I’m here to listen.”

The color on his cheeks starts to deepen as he nods, quickly looking away as he takes a few breaths. He turns back towards me and starts.

Draco’s POV:

I feel my stomach flutter and my knees weaken at his touch, Merlin, I can't focus on anything but his trailing fingers. My head shoots to the side. How am I supposed to talk to him when I can feel my heart beating in my throat? My lungs let out shaky breaths before I ready myself to talk to him.

“I know I should’ve told you back then, and it was foolish of me not to,” I start. “I just didn’t know how to tell you everything and how you would’ve reacted to hearing it. I trusted you dearly, but I was still afraid you’d hate me and see me as a monster for what I had been forced into.” I feel my voice waver and pause for a second, continuing after I collect myself. My eyes quickly glanced into his own, watching as they pinched in understanding.

“I knew that if we were close, you wouldn’t be safe. Not with everything going on, not with all the eyes on me. I meant it when I said I did it for your safety, I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you forever because I was too selfish to let you go first.” A long sigh leaves my lungs. “I- I just wanted to keep you out of everything, avoid putting you through the terrors I had seen.”

“I’m so sorry I hadn’t told you back then, I truly wanted to, I hope you can forgive me.”

I stop, a deep breath bringing my speech to an end. I yelped as I was pulled into an embrace, Y/N’s coarse hands rubbing circles against my back. My eyes start to water ‘Merlin, how I missed this, him.’ I dug my head into his shoulder, the cloth soaking up my tears as his cologne filled my mind.

Y/N’s POV:

I couldn’t stand to see him like that, so conflicted, like he was last year. His eyes started to well with tears, and I just couldn’t resist pulling him into me, holding him like I always used to. My hands rubbed along his back as his face fell onto my shoulder, I loved holding him like this. My hand reaches for his cheek, pulling it up to see his face, his eyes hazily glancing back up at me.

“Of course I forgive you, Draco; there’s nothing you could ever do to make me feel even the slightest bit of hatred for you.”

“I- Really? You forgive me after all that happened.”

“Yes, if I’m being honest, there is not a waking moment when you are not on my mind; you haunt my every thought and dream. I couldn’t stand the idea of losing you now that I have you again.”

“Y/N”

“Yes, Draco?”

“Do you think we could try this again? Us? I won’t let anything come between us now.”

“I’d love to, Dear.”

Draco’s POV:

I can’t help but swoon at the name, I’m so lucky to have him back. All those months of planning and fear were worth it in the end; I was in his arms, and he had no intent on letting go. As I now become more aware of my surroundings, I feel the rose I had paid so little attention to in my hands, the couple stray thorns pricking me.

I carefully back away from his chest, instead standing half-an-arm's length apart from him. His hands now resting on my lower as I bring the rose up to his view. His smile widens impossibly larger at the flower, freeing his hand and grabbing the (f/c) rose before placing a small kiss against my forehead “You remembered” I meekly nod “You haven't left my mind either.”

“Since we’re already here, what do you say we make the most of it and hang out like we used to?” My eyes light up as I look up at that. “You asking me out on a date?” I giggle. “You said it, not me.” I accept the offer, and he takes my hand and brings me into the tavern we were standing in front of. “Butterbeers on me.” He grins before opening the doors.

Y/N’s POV:

It had been a couple hours, but it felt so much longer. Being able to talk to him like this again, treat him like my lover again, I couldn’t stop the smile that forced its way onto my face. My eyes wandered his frame, I took in everything I had been missing for the past few months. His silky blond locks to his inviting grey eyes, to the dust of red on his pale cheeks, to the unique marks littered amongst his skin, and finally landing on his plump lips. He was truly gorgeous.

He must’ve noticed me staring, because his ears also start to blush, I place a hand on his thigh, moving my face towards his. His eyes flutter closed as we share a long awaited kiss.

Draco’s POV:

My heart nearly beats out of my chest at the connection; it was everything I hoped for, the kiss just as loving as it used to be. I snaked my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands grabbed my waist before breaking away. “It’s getting late; would you like to come home with me?” His hand reaches for my own, fingers dancing upon my palms.

“I’d love to.”

A/N: This somehow ended up being 3x the length of Part 1, idk how I did it. I hope it’s comprehensible, I haven't proof-read it. Thank you to @sotvs-luv for requesting the part 2 to this. (I’m unsure if you wanted to be tagged so if not, let me know and I’ll take it out!)

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my first fanfic here... feel free to correct my mistakes or you can just say what i can do more for these to be better!

Summary: This takes place in season 4, prison era (my personal favorite) there is this new girl which Rick and Daryl have taken into prison as a survivor but Daryl can't really stand her and dang a broken fence cuts her upper front thigh (rectus femories to be exact I had to examine an anatomy pic for this one😭) and Daryl has to clean it!! But our girl has surgery scars from when she was a kid. It catches Daryl's attention. Idk I'm making it quite obvious that I'm such an amateur in this. It's a first person narration fanfic

I was lying on my bed under the dim light of a kerosene oil lamp Maggie had given me earlier that day. I was sighing deeply now and then, getting more and more bored with each passing second. Having to put a stupidly looking smile on my face everytime someone would pass infront of my cell. I could feel my hands feeling more and more sweaty in the humid of Georgia summer, yet I kept them crossed on my lap.

I was stupid enough to not check my surrondings when I was aimlessly walking into the gates of the prison after a run I was sent to with a couple of others in the camp. A fence cut the upper front of my thigh, not deep enough to leave me all screaming and whining, I thought. I let out a small soft moan at the pain of it, but I was the last one to pass through the gates. Nobody saw it bleeding. I covered it with the hems of my shorts, my shorts immediatly being colored with my blood. I ran into my cell and tried to bandage it incompetently, which horribly failed.

Carol was the first one to notice how terrible my wound was looking.

"It can get infected" she said with a warm, cautious temper.

"If not cleaned and bandaged properly."

I couldn't help but gasp a little bit at the idea of my wound getting infected in the middle of the apocalpyse. I went through worse wounds than this, except I always had someone to take care of them for me before. I couldn't bear the idea of the others thinking I was dumb enough to get my wound infected within my first week with them.

Carol, Maggie even Hershell have been my saviors so far, cleaning the wound. I could walk, I wasn't handicapped in any aspect but I didn't know how to clean it myself neither.

But there I was, lying in gloom and distress worrying about who was going to be cleaning my wound and I'd have to share a couple of odd minutes with them, both of us trying our hardest to come up with something to say for a small talk.

Carol showed up with necessary utensils on her hands. She had that welcoming, warm and even pleasant smile on her face. I smiled back.

She started lying out the stuff she brought on the nighstand next to my bed.

"Your wound is getting a lot better." She said without looking at me.

"Next time, you get injured; you let us know."

"I will." I said with a subtle undertone of guilt and a mix of apprecation in my voice.

She gestured her body towards the cell door as if she was gonna leave. Before I could even open my mouth, she spoke "Mind Daryl cleaning your wound tonight? I'm needed somewhere else."

By the gestures on her face, the way she said those words I knew Daryl have had to say something about me to this woman, which obviously wasn't all positive. It wasn't a secret that he didn't necessarily love me but I was the one that needed some kind of a simple procedure. I wasn't gonna act like a child, whining and requesting someone else. I simply nodded and waited for this dreadful man to come and do what he was asked for.

Minutes passed like years when he finally showed up at the cell door, looking a bit pissed and constrained. It was obvious he was never asked to do these kind of stuff. He was an important man around; going on runs, finding supplies, the act of service type of guy; working only for the good of his people. He seemed, though, a little bit bewildered as if he had no idea what or how he was going to clean my wound.

He stepped into the cell. I curled the ends of my shorts without him having to ask for it. He checked the utensils Carol laid out on the nighstand minutes ago. He, once again looked bewildered, incompetent. He grabbed some of the utensils on the nightstand, drew the half broken stool to himself and sat on it. He laid some of the stuff on the edge of the bed as he gestured his hands to the blood soaked bandage. Before he could even move his hands towards it, I spoke "I got it."

A soft moan of pain escaped my mouth as I was taking off the bandage, throwing it right into the trash after.

I heard him taking a deep breath and mumbling under his breath

"Shoulda spilled earlier, wouldn't hurt this damn much now."

I frowned at him before starting to study my wound.

"Carol said it's getting better." I said softly, my tone just above a whisper. I didn't feel any energy to spend on talking to this man. He gazed at my wound couple of seconds before grunting "It is."

He took a grey cloth that somehow looked like a deformed gauzed pad out of an aid kit. He poured some kind of alcohol-based liquid on the cloth. He looked at me for a brief moment before speaking under his breath

" 'S ma' hurt. "

"It's fine." I spoke. The alcohol really stings on the bare wound but there was nothing I could do. I bite the inside of my cheek as he started cleaning my wound. It was hurting like hell but I didn't want to whine and come off as "weak" to him. I was worried that I would cause the inside of my cheek to bleed because of how hard I was biting it and how often I have had to start doing it.

I look at him for a brief moment. He couldn't see me looking at him as he leaned forward so that he'd make a better job at cleaning my wound. I could see his bangs falling on his eyebrows and sometimes getting into his eyes which he'd swing his head slightly to get them out of his eye corners. He looked really focused, not talking at all. The others did; asking me where I come from, what I did before all this. It would all be omnious small talks, which I regret thinking they ever were because what this was felt more infuriating.

I kept on staring at him or looking at random places now and then for 30-40 seconds when I noticed him scowling at something he saw on my leg. His expression faded away within 2 or 3 seconds perhaps, I followed his gaze and saw his finger curling the hem of my short a bit more upwards than I did because he needed more space to work on my wound. There they were, the scars from the surgeries I had as a kid. I knew he wasn't the type to ask when or why I had those but now my scars had my attention as well as they got his. He was still working on the area and his finger was still on the edge of my shorts so it wouldn't fall on where he was cleaning. I noticed he avoided touching them. I was feeling hotter and more distressed each passing second. I assumed questions were pondering his head because my scars were relatively long scars. At the end, I decided to speak. I cleared my throat lightly. Somebody had to end this awkwardness.

"Surgery scars." I spoke

"I had 'em when I was 5 and 6."

Our gazes met, he seemed as if he was contemplating whether or not to stay silent. His blue eyes were almost piercing and I couldn't help but feel hotter than I felt before. I felt his hand falling on my upper leg lightly.

" 'S fine. "

That was it. That's all he had to stay. He broke the eye contact immediatly after. He went back to getting the job done with my wound.

"Ever thought 'bout gettin' 'em removed?" He grunted.

"No. Never." I huffed under my breath. I sensed that he asked this question only to make conversation and break the oddity wall that was getting thicker every passing second.

"Hmmm." He expressed and kept working on my wound.

"Can't get them removed even if I want to now, can I?"

I spoke with the intention to talk to him more.

" 'S possible if ya can bear the pain." He said I might be wrong but I saw the curl of his lips going upward. It was the first time I saw this man smirk even a little. He got up from the stool, that tiny mischievous snigger was still on his face as my eyes followed his every little move. I was mesmerised as if he has just cast a spell on me. I had a stupid smirk on my face, of course it was subtle to an extent which wouldn't freak him out. I probably smiled for the first time with him ever since I've met him. He placed the tools on the nighstand and turned to me.

"Yea should be al' good if yea keep an eye on yerself a bit."

I nodded. He didn't expect me to say anything and made his way to the cell door.

I got up, sat on the edge of the bed; looking at the fresh bandage he just wrapped around my upper leg. I sighed as I looked at the high narrow window on the wall.

FOOTNOTE

Ok yall that was it. I actually loveeedd writing this eventho we don't get much of a daryl content but idk this is my first time writing in english (as in fanfic, yes i have written in my mother tongue when i was in like middle school.... a guess a writer is always a writer😈😈👿👿😭😭 -corny as fuck) and i feel like writing daryl can get quite out of character for two reasons, first being he's never had a s/o in twd where it was obvious they were dating and we havent seen any "boyfriend" or "flirty daryl" and this man only grew more and more silent each passing episode and season so.....

#daryl dixon #twd daryl #the walking dead daryl #daryl fanfiction #the walking dead #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon one shot #twd imagine #the walking dead fanfiction #daryl dixon x oc

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nervousgardenerkid · 2 years

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Tears for Fears

a/n: AHHHHH ITS HERE ITS FINALLY HERE!!! PART THREE TO THE OTHER WOMAN SLAYYYY🥳🥳don't worry! there's going to be a part four and it's going to be the last one :) i decided to do a part four cause i didn't want this one to be SUPER long i'm sorry😭😭i hope you guys enjoy and credit to the gif owner! <3

The car ride to the creel house was quiet and tense. All the playful energy that any of the group had was now long gone. The sun was setting and it painted the sky a beautiful orange color. Steve stopped the vehicle in front of the screen house, your heart dropping when you see Lucas, Erica, and Max make their way out.

You grab the sleeve of Max’s jacket causing her to stop and look at you.

“You be safe, okay? Don't let him get you.”

She gave you a sad smile and nodded her head wrapping her arms around you. She wipes away some tears before pulling away and looking up at you.

“Don't do anything stupid, you're kinda all I have left.”

The three of them left the car and you watched from the back window as they walked toward the house until they were out of sight. You look down at the bat that’s resting between your feet and jump when Robin takes a seat next to you.

“How are you holding up?” she asked.

You let out a chuckle. “Scared shitless right now. I hate that the kids are alone, one of us should be there right?”

“I don't know, I feel like it's an all-hands-on-deck situation. Ya know?”

You nod your head. You know all too well, you look at robin and feel yourself smile.

“You really dressed for the part, didn't you, cadet?

She fake salutes you.

“Reporting for duty. I feel like if I die today I should die in style.”

“No one is dying today,” Dustin says while looking over at you two. “I'm serious, we're all gonna be fine.”

Eddie appears behind Dustin and places a hand on his head, shaking him around a bit.

“Yeah, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to agree with the kid this time.”

You gasp. “Eddie Munson is agreeing with Dustin Henderson?”

“You hear that? I think hell just froze over.” Robin laughed out loud.

You glanced over to the front of the trailer patting on your thighs before standing. You were steady as you made your way to Nancy and Steve, throwing your arms around both seats as you leaned toward the middle.

“Are you sure this is a good plan, Nance?”

She looks over at you and furrows her brows.

“I just feel like we shouldn't have left the kids alone at the creel house. I have a weird feeling they're going to need backup.”

Steve glances at you and clears his throat. “Robin said she feels like we shouldn't be doing this.”

You're frozen to your spot. If two people are feeling uneasy about this should any of you guys be going in? Maybe you can all regroup and come up with a new plan? A million thoughts are running through your head before Nancy's voice rings through your ears.

“We're going to be fine. We can’t back down now, everyone’s lives are on the line. I wouldn't go through with this plan if we had time to come up with something better. This is our only option.”

You and Steve both look at her knowing that she's not going to back down. You don't blame her one bit, if Vecna showed you a vision where your loved ones died you'd be dead set on the plan too. You sigh, ignoring Steve's gaze on you through the rearview mirror, and sit back in your original seat. You're lost in your thoughts until Eddie sits next to you and smiles at you.

“So, you still feel confident about this?”

You consider telling him the truth. You want to tell him how you're not so sure that any of you should be doing this, how you and robin have this terrible feeling sitting in your stomach, but you don't. You don't want to feed Eddie any more fear than what he already has so you lie to him and you make sure it's the best damn lie you've ever told.

“Are you kidding me? Like I said Munson, I've done this three times already. What's another round of saving the world?”

Eddie chuckles and shakes his head. You're a good liar, he'll give you that. He decides not to call you out on your lie, he knows you're just as scared as him, maybe even more.

“Can't believe you've been saving the world while teaching me some calculus on the side. I guess I owe you big time for saving my ass from monsters and the wrath of Mr. G.”

You chuckle and shrug your shoulders. Everything he says is going in one ear and coming out the other. You look back at the window again knowing the Creel house is long gone, but you still hope to see the kids safe walking into the building.

“You're worried about them huh?”

“They're just kids, Eddie. They shouldn't have to go through this, and I know they aren't mine but there's this part of me that needs to protect them.”

He nods understanding what you mean. Sure he doesn't know Max or Erica all that well, but seeing them so desensitized to something like this breaks his heart.

Steve parks the trailer and for the first time, you all notice it's completely dark out now. You all sneak out of the trailer and sneak into Eddie's, thanking the universe that the darkness hid you all from onlookers. You all walk towards the makeshift rope that's made of sheets and look up into the Upside down. Steve drops his backpack on the floor and tugs at the sheets.

“Be careful.” You mumble to him.

He looks over at you and sends a small smile your way, he doesn't even care that he's staring death in the face anymore. You finally talked to him.

“Here goes nothing.”

Your heart pounds as you watch Steve climb through the enormous hole in the ceiling and disappear within a second. He does a flip, landing on his feet effortlessly reminding you of a cat, and looks up at the group shrugging his shoulders.

“Wow, what does he want us to do, applaud?” Robin mumbles mostly to herself. You and Nancy let out a giggle and cover it with a cough. Your attention is drawn back to the hole as Steve grunts while throwing a mattress down on the ground for everyone to land on.

“Alright, let's go.”

Robin squats down intertwining her fingers together to give Nancy a small boost. You smile at the quick friendship the girls made and watch as Nancy makes her way through the portal landing on the mattress with a small oof. You try your hardest not to roll your eyes as Steve helps pull Nancy up, leaving only inches between them.

You and Dustin grab the bags that are on the floor and launch them up giving each other a high five when they land on the mattress Steve laid out. Eddie makes his way toward the sheet and lands on the bed with wide eyes. He's looking up at the rest of you guys smiling at how cool this would be if it wasn't a life or death situation. One by one each of you makes your way to the upside down with you being the last one. You land on the mattress still not used to the feeling of traveling through some weird portal to another dimension but you'll wrap your head around it eventually.

You sit up a bit and look between Eddie and Steve's outreach hands, both of them ready to help you up. You look up at them and notice them staring at each other silently asking each other what they're doing. Robin rolls her eyes and grabs you by the collar of your shirt and pulls you up to her.

“Get your head in the game lover boys, we're literally about to save the world! Fight for the girl after this.”

Your cheeks get hot and Eddie and Steve are stumbling over their words claiming they just wanted to help you up. You each walk out of the trailer getting ready for your parts of the plan before Steve turns around to face you, Dustin, and Eddie.

“Hey, guys, listen,” Steve starts. “If things here start to go south at all, you abort. Okay?” Draw attention to the bats, keep them busy for a minute or two. We’ll take care of Vecna.”

He looks at Dustin and Eddie. “Don't try to be cute,” His eyes lock with yours. “and don't try to be a hero or something okay? You guys are just-”

“Decoys,” Dustin says while rolling his eyes. “Don't worry, you can be the hero Steve.”

“Absolutely,” Eddie chimes in. “I mean look at us, we are not heroes.”

You snort. “Speak for yourselves. I've saved all of your asses at least once.”

Steve chuckles at your response and begins to walk away from the three of you. It finally sinks into your head that this could be the last time you see him. With the terrible feeling in your gut only getting worse you can't help but run after him and grab his hand. Steve turns around to face you, his facial expression giving away the little shock he's experiencing.

“You have a bad habit of losing fights.”

“Really? That's what you want to say?” he whispers.

Tears are welling in your eyes as you shake your head. “Don't lose this fight, Steve. Please.”

He pulls you into his chest and gives you a tight hug.

“I'll see you when we win, okay?”

You pull away, wiping the tears that managed to escape, and nod your head.

“I’m still pissed at you,” you say over your shoulder while walking back to Eddie and Dustin.

“Tell me about it when this is over!”

You smile at Eddie and Dustin grabbing the bat you've had since the beginning of all of this shit and look back at your friends who are walking away from you.

“Hey, Steve?” Eddie shouts.

Steve turns around to face him.

“Make him pay.”

You, Dustin, and Eddie all work together trying your best to cover every window the trailer has. Dustin is running around giving you as many boards as he can while you're drilling them into the trailer.

“So,” Eddie says, appearing behind you while hanging you a screw. “You and Harrington?”

“Pretty sure that ship has sailed,” you mumbled out while stepping back and admiring your work.

“No, yeah. That's cool, I was just wondering is all.”

Dustin stood next to you two and made a face at Eddie.

“Dude, are you trying to see if she's single while our lives are on the line?”

Eddie and Dustin bicker back and forth and you tune them out while walking around the trailer to see if you guys missed any spots. Once you saw every nook and cranny was covered you went back to your original spot, resting your hands on your hips. Thunder booms across the sky as a flash of red follows close behind.

“Not bad,” you mumble to yourself.

“Not bad at all.” Dustin follows. You're standing between the two as you all look at each other and smile. A chuckle escapes Eddie as he throws an arm over your shoulder.

“Now for the fun part.”

The three if you burst into the trailer trying not to disturb the hive mind. Eddie stands in the doorway in shock as he looks at the beautiful sight before him.

“Jesus Christ….” he trails off.

Dustin chuckles at his older friend as he takes a step forward toward the object that was calling his name.

“It's like…she was destined for an alternate dimension.”

A small laugh escapes from you as Eddie reaches for his guitar with a smile on his face.

“What do you say you two? Are you ready for the most metal concert in the history of the world?”

Eddie turns around to face you both and you take a step forward.

“That a rhetorical question?”

Eddie smiles at you both as he puts the guitar strap around his shoulder and slings it so that it's resting on his back.

“Let's do it.”

“Uh, I don’t mean to freak anyone out, but I swear we've seen this tree before,” Robin says in a shaky voice.

“That's impossible.” Nancy says trying to catch up to her newly made friend.

“That would suck, right? If Vecna destroyed the world cause we got lost in the woods?”

“We're not lost, Robin.”

She let out a nervous chuckle and walked ahead of Steve and Nancy.

“Robin, hey,” Steve said.

“Watch out for the vines! Hive mind, remember?”

“THANK YOU!” Robin shouted while sprinting away from them.

“Ah, don't worry about her, she's just stressed. You know, scared.” Steve said quietly.

Nancy chuckled. “Yeah, I know.”

The two of them walked in silence. They weren't really sure what to talk about but they also kept an ear out for Robin in case she ran into trouble.

“It's just…” Nancy started.

“She's a super klutz?” Steve finished.

She let out a laugh and nodded her head.

“She did tell me it took her longer to walk than most babies.”

“I really shouldn't laugh. When I was a baby, I actually crawled backwards.”

“Crawled backwards?” Nancy questioned.

He nods his head. “You know, I’d push back on my hands like this,” he said while making a beeping noise. “Always in reverse, you know?”

Nancy stays silent trying her hardest not to laugh. She missed this, a part of her will always miss Steve and how…easy it was with him. It all just came naturally, well, not all of it.

“Come on, it makes sense. Push to move right?”

“No, no, it doesn't make sense.”

Steve shrugs his shoulders. “Well, it did to my tiny Harrington brain, and to y/n.”

A beat of silence passes.

“Actually, I think she laughed at me too.”

“Smart girl.”

Steve chuckles at the thought of you.

“Of course, it made sense till I backed myself up down a flight of stairs and thumped my head really good.”

Steve swears he can hear your voice saying that explains so much, or maybe it was Nancy but he just wanted it to be you. Either way, he responds.

“I think it does. I think, like, right off the bat I'm super confident, but I'm also an idiot.” His mind trails back to the arguments you two have had these last couple of days, the two of you too wrapped up in the end of the world to talk it out like usual.

“It's a brutal combination,” Nancy says.

“The good news is, if I get a big enough thump on my head, I can change, you know?”

Nancy nods her head agreeing with him.

“Do you think she meant anything when she told me not to lose?”

“Besides not dying?” Nancy chuckled.

Steve shook his head not listening to what she was saying.

“How did I not see it? This whole time, she's been in love with me and I never knew. Now, I might lose her to Eddie. Eddie of all people! I mean, don't get me wrong, he's a cool guy, and has nice hair. Not as nice as mine but it's nice. I just never heard her talk about him.”

Nancy looks at Steve. “What do you usually talk about when you hang out?”

Steve shrugs his shoulders.

“I'd usually talk about my dates, or about some girl who gave me her number at work-” Steve stops talking and stands frozen in his spot.

“Something tells me you just had an epiphany.”

Steve groans quietly and starts to walk again. “I'm such an idiot.”

“At least you're learning.”

More comfortable silence is shared between them as they keep their eyes on the ground trying their best not to step on the vines.

“Thank you,” Steve said quickly.

“Thank me?”

“Yeah.”

“For?”

Steve smiles at her and for the first time, it's almost a normal smile. There's a little love behind his eyes, not as much as before and his hand isn't yearning to hold hers, but part of him still wants to, and he might even start to grasp at the fact that Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington are a ship that set sail a long time ago.

“For giving my head the biggest thump of its life two years ago.”

Nancy’s heart drops at the subtle mention of the messy breakup. She doesn't tell anyone but she regrets ending it that way, Steve was so good to her and he didn't deserve to have his heart ripped out like that. She knows she should've been sober and a conversation should've been shared, but life had other plans.

“I needed it,” Steve said. “It was life-changing, and now I'm crawling forward.”

Nancy wears a bittersweet smile on her face. She's happy for Steve, he’s moving on as he rightfully should, but now it's confirmed that it's an end of an era. Long gone are the days of Steve and Nancy and she's scared of what the future holds for them. Will they even be friends or will they both always have a soft spot for each other?

While Nancy is lost in her thoughts Steve is lost in his. He can't help but wonder if maybe he met you a little sooner, would things be different? Would he have even been friends with Tommy and carol? Would he have ever met Nancy? Hell, maybe none of this upside down shit would ever even exist. Steve knows that he wouldn't change a thing in his life besides a few handful of things but he silently hopes that somewhere in another universe he meets you sooner than later.

Steve glances at Nancy out of the corner of his eye and clears his throat. He still has so much to say to her and he's tired of holding things in only to regret not saying them. What better time to tell your ex that you still have hope you'll get back together while being partially in love with your best friend?

“Do you remember the dream I told you about?”

Nancy and Steve stopped walking and stared at each other.

“About the Winnebago? Seeing the country with my six little nuggets?”

Nancy smiles at him, a real smile. The kind that reaches her eyes and lights up even the darkest room.

“It's all true. Every last word.”

No. Nancy thinks to herself. It's not supposed to be like this, things were going so well.

“But I left one part out.”

“Stop it, Steve.”

“It's the most important part.”

“Steve, stop it,” she whispers.

“You're there.”

Nancy is at a loss for words. It's like Steve took two steps forward and one giant step back.

“You've always been there.” And it's true. When it came down to it like really came down to it, Steve knows that there's always going to be a Nancy-shaped hole in his heart. Maybe it's because of how things ended between them or maybe it's because she's genuinely the first woman Steve has ever truly loved, but he can't seem to let her go. He knows the tighter you hold onto someone the more they begin to slip away but he can't stop, and Steve is at a fork in the road cause, on one hand, he wants Nancy back. He wants to show her that he’s matured and has his head on his shoulders, on the other hand, he wants you. He needs you.

Nancy never gave Steve the love he deserved. You've always told him that and recently it's all you've been telling him. Hell, even Nancy told him herself! You've always been there for him in ways nobody else has and Steve treasures you for that, he just has a shitty way of showing it and he hates himself for that.

Nancy looks down at her feet refusing to meet Steve's eyes and she can tell from the quick change in the atmosphere that it's finally sinking into Steve's head.

Nancy Wheeler no longer wanted anything to do with Steve Harrington. She hates to say it, she really does but if she has to break his heart all over again for him to fully move on and stop self-sabotaging potential relationships, then she will.

“HEY, GUYS?”

Nancy jumped back from Steve and looked at an out-of-breathe Robin with concern on her face.

“You guys! Awesome news!” Robin panted out.

“Looks like we weren't going the wrong way after all.”

“I just had a crazy realization,” Eddie said from the top of the trailer. You catch the wire that Dustin throws up at you and set it aside to help him up.

“Oh really?” You grunted out. “What's that?”

“So the songs save us from vecna right?”

“That's the theory, yeah,” Dustin said while standing next to you.

Eddie puts his hands in the air and lets out a chuckle.

“Why didn't we get a list of everyone's favorite songs before we came here?”

You and Dustin stand in silence.

“I mean, sure we can't all carry a walkman, but if we hear the lyrics of our favorite song that's kinda like a get out of jail card, right?”

“Damn…” you mumbled.

“What song would save you?” Dustin asked, looking at Eddie.

Eddie held up his guitar. “I'm about to play it.”

Dustin and Eddie turn toward you silently asking. You shrug your shoulders.

“Probably head over heels. What about you dusty?”

“Never-ending story.”

You let out a groan. “I'll pay you to not sing that song again.”

“What does she mean again?”

You let out a gasp and look between Dustin and Eddie with a smile on your face.

“Don't!”

“He doesn't know?!”

“Know what?”

“Of course, he doesn't know! Why would I tell him that?!”

You let out a laugh and shake your head. “Don't worry rockstar, I'll tell you later.”

Dustin glares at you muttering under his breath while he gets everything ready for the plan. Everyone goes back to doing their own thing and Eddie stands beside you and clears his throat.

“So, head over heels?”

You hum. “That, or everybody wants to rule the world.”

“I'm guessing you're a tears for fears fan?”

“The biggest actually. They're geniuses!”

Eddie snorts and shakes his head. “I wouldn't say all that now.”

“Well, we're all entitled to our own opinions!” You threw an arm around his shoulders and gave him a little shake while laughing. “Even if they're wrong.”

Eddie playfully rolls his eyes and plays with the strings of his guitar. “I heard they're having a concert a couple of towns over.”

You sigh. “Yeah, I tried getting some but it's impossible.”

Eddie smiles at your answer. “What if I told you that I know a guy, who knows a guy, who knows some other guy, who knows a guy that can score some tickets?”

You laugh a genuine laugh. “I'd say you're full of shit.”

“Well, how about you find out after all of...this.” He said while gesturing to the upside down. “I promise to make it worth your while.”

Your cheeks heat up and you look down at your dirty shoes with a smile on your face.

“If I didn't know any better, I’d think you're asking me on a date.”

Eddie nervously scratches the back of his neck and shrugs his shoulders. “Figured I'd give it a shot since we could be dying.”

“Seriously?” Dustin scoffed. “We're in the middle of saving the world and you're asking y/n on a date?! Do you not have your priorities?!“

“I'll bring you back a shirt.”

Dustin stayed silent for a moment before nodding his head.

“Have fun on your date you two. I expect her home by 9.”

“The concert starts at 8.” Eddie chuckled out.

“Did I say nine? I meant tomorrow. Actually, you can just keep her.”

Eddie glances at you and lets out a small cough. “So what do you say? Friday at 8?”

You bite your lip, part of you wants to go with Eddie. Hell, he's made this whole thing feel normal so far, but what about Steve? You're pretty positive nothing is going to happen there, especially now that he's with Nancy. You don't want to use Eddie as some kind of rebound, that's the last thing you want. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have some kind of feelings for the infamous dungeon lord. He was funny, never afraid to say what was on his mind, and he was so nice to look at.

“Yeah, Friday at eight.”

Your attention is quickly taken away from each other when you hear Dustin talking into the Walkie.

“Copy that. Initiating phase three.”

Dustin looked at the two of you and nodded his head. You grabbed your bat ready to hit the bats that would soon be coming toward you and Dustin grabs the outlet that was resting on the trailer and plugs it in.

“Let's hope they hear this.” You mumble under your breath.

Dustin turns one of the knobs on the amp and nods his head toward Eddie giving him the go. Eddie takes a shaky breath and pulls off the guitar pick necklace that he always wears.

“Chrissy, this is for you.”

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frogchiro · 2 years

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No but imagine this, dottore with an s/o or crush that was nice and friendly with him during his academia days that he grow so attached to them he became obsessed 👁👁 bonus points if when they meet again years after graduation (in his case getting kicked out lmao) but they no longer view him in a positive light that it becomes enemies to lovers(?) with dottore being a full on yandere

IDK there's just something so satisfying with the trope of mf who's willing to burn down the whole world for their darling while darling either hardly notices them or is oblivious 😭😭😭 especially this trope with the fatui 🤭

A 1000x yes to this😭 also the trop of a villain who's ready to burn down the whole world for you is one of my absolute all time favorites <3

gn!reader, yandere!dottore, mention of a panic attack, a tiny bit of cursing and violence but really nothing major

ok so i think it's canon that dottore while still studying at sumeru academia was terribly bullied and called a heretic? so i imagine that his darling was a star student, very well liked among both peers and teachers and as a side hustle/hobby has been researching about khaen'riah but that's for later

so when they were walking at night around the school grounds they saw someone getting pushed and cursed at and darling being curious went over to investigate and saw a young man getting beaten up by three much bigger men

after interrupting the petty squabble by threatening with calling for a teacher and being called a 'bitter bitch' you help the sage haired man up and ask if everything is okay.

the first thing you notice about him besides his hair color are the rows of razor sharp, shark-like teeth that he clenches, from pain perhaps? he did take some pretty strong punches, moreover he's not the biggest around.

your worry from dottore's point of view was pointless and annoying, a pain in the ass, really. besides come on, just how much more cliche it can get? the star student of sumeru academia, the up and coming researcher who will certainly 'shake the world of scholars' and come up with something that never-well, you get the gist; he really thought that what were you doing here was some pathetic attempt at a lousy pity party to gain *good person* points from teachers and peers so he rudely brushed you off with a sneer and a cold 'piss off brat', and that was the end of it.

but oh how mistaken he was. here he was, a few weeks later, sitting with you in the ancient academia library, listening intently to your recent research about ruin guards. what? can't he listen to someone finally making sense in a place that supposedly was to be filled with the most knowledgeable people? and the fact that you were so...nice to him? was a very pleasant change in pace with all the dirty looks he got from everyone.

you never looked at him in disgust. you never sneered at him when he told you about the various experiment he'd perform with what limited resources he had. you never berated him or called him insane, a disgrace to the arts of magic and scholarship. you...you were something else, something that somehow managed to move the stone cold void that was his heart.

so he started to observe and learn. dottore knew that although you two were friendly enough as it is, direct approach could scare you off. he wasn't stupid, he knew that if he outright told you 'i'm obsessed with you and sometimes i feel like ripping my heart out and giving it to you on a silver plate if that was what you'd wish for'. he watched you almost every second of your day; studying, attending lectures, laughing with your silly little 'friends'.

speaking of which, he found that your classmates irritated him terribly, especially when some of them would stand so disgustingly close to you it made dottore's skin crawl with barely concealed fury. but could he afford making a rookie mistake and made your frinds dissapear one by one? no, no he unfortunately couldn't. he had to maintain status quo if he wanted to get even closer to you, his love. everything would turn out just fine.

well it was going just fine until he got kicked out of the academia for 'performing heretical acts of indescribable cruelty'. cruelty his fucking ass. in short, after a few months of observing you and getting even closer, he overheard some boy talking with his friend about wanting to confess to you and he saw red. sharp teeth clenched almost painfully, red eyes blazing with anger and hatred as his fingers tangled into his blue-green hair and tore at his hair.

'no no no this can't be happening' dottore heaved, breaths coming out in quick panicked puffs, he felt his chest contracting painfully. no no, he can't loose you like this, he just can't. he's well aware of his reputation, both in the academia and probably in this whole god-forsaken country. you'd surely reject him, leave him for some goody-two-shoes and live your happy ever after, far away from a abomination like him, dottore.

the only thing that tore the man out of his self-destructing thoughts was an idea. something so simple yet so lasting and effective that he felt plain stupid for not coming up with it earlier. he'd simply kill that little pest. yeah, kill the golden boy and the problem will solve itself, besides his research concerning the creation of the perfect enhanced human was almost complete, all he needed was a live subject, what could go wrong?

well, as it turned out-everything. anger and jealousy clouded his logical mind and made some rookie mistakes that ultimately led to teachers and guards find his secret makeshift laboratory and the gory mess of the student, or at least what remained of him.

so dottore made the only logical choice and ran as fast and as far as he could from the guards. his only regret was not to be able to see you one last time before his untimely departure. soon after he met the lord harbinger the jester who offered him basically unlimited research opportunities if he agrees to create an enhanced human that could withstand a god, and well, as they say-the rest was history.

yet he was completely unaware of the tears you shed of many nights to come, crying quietly for the man you came to love and lost so quickly.

it wasn't until many many years later that dottore overheard some fatui agents talk about a known magician and khaen'rhia researcher, (y/n) (l/n). the man would lie if he said he didn't stop dead in his track, his genius brain almost overheating from that one simple sentence.

'so you're alive and well, huh my dove. it looks like destiny is on our side after all. don't worry, i'll make your stay extra enjoyable, just you wait my sweet~'

#hhhhhh this took me an ungodly amount of time to write #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #fatui x reader #genshin impact fatui #dottore x reader #genshin impact dottore

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TBOSAS on Crack short take (33)

*How the Tribute-Mentor first official meeting went*

Coryo: Hi, Birdy.

Lucy Gray: Hey, Snow White~.🥰 How’s it been? You still drunk?

Coryo: Not great, not terrible. Disappointingly sober.

Lucy Gray: Do you have food by any chance?

Coryo: Yeah. My super rich boyfriend brought me an extra sandwich earlier.

Lucy Gray: Can I have it?🥺

Coryo: Sure. I’m willing to trade it for a song.

Lucy Gray: Snow On The Beach?

Coryo: You know it, Bestie~.😌

Sejanus: Marcus~! Hey, Marcus! It’s me, Sejanus!😀

Marcus: *Still in denial* Who’s Marcus? I’m not Marcus.

Sejanus: Oh, c’mon! We literally met at the train station the other day!

Marcus: That wasn’t me.

Sejanus: I’m pretty sure it was you.

Marcus: Nope. Never met you before.

Sejanus: Stop lying, Marcus! I even introduced you to my gorgeous boyfriend!

Marcus: Nah, bro. That was a different Marcus, from a different District 2.

Sejanus: But- but there’s only one District 2?!😭

Festus: Yo, Carl! Carl from District 4, remember me?😀

Coral: Ugh! It’s Coral, stupid!

Festus: Well, whatever. Wanna go steal some food from the school kitchen?

Coral: Are we even allowed-

Festus: Never stopped me and my friends before. So you in?

Coral: Sure. Why not. Lead the way.

Persephone: What’s your favorite food?

Mizzen: Weird question, but fish, I guess? And you?

Persephone: Maid stew.

Mizzen: You mean meat stew, right?

Persephone: Sure! Maid stew is the best and cheapest meat in today’s market.

Mizzen: You mean meat stew, right?!

Persephone: *grins* If that’s what you want to hear.😈

Mizzen: Are you a canni-

Persephone: Wanna taste my homemade “beef” jerky?😀

Lysistrata: Hi, Jessup! It’s me! The Great Lizzie Vickers!

Jessup: Yo, Vitamin Girl, do you have more of those sugar pills you gave me the other day?

Lysistrata: Oh, those pills? That would be 4 cabbages and 2 cans of beans, please.🙂

Jessup: I thought you gave them to me for free?!

Lysistrata: Free? In this economy?!

Livia: If you haven’t heard of me before, I feel so sorry for you. So sorry.🙄💅

Facet: Slow down, girlie. We haven’t even introduced ourselves.

Livia: Fine. I’m Livia Cardew and my mama runs the biggest bank in Panem. And you?

Facet: I’m Facet the fantastic fashionista of District 1.

Livia: A fashionista?! What’s your favorite color?

Facet: Girl, hot pink is the only valid color in Panem.

Livia: Omg! I totally agree with you, bestie!

Facet: Do you like shopping?

Livia: Like?! I love shopping!

Facet: Heels or flats?😏

Livia: Heels forever!

Facet: Feathers or leather?

Livia: I live and breathe for both.

Facet: Girl, same.

Livia: You’re officially my new best friend. Let’s get out of here and go ✨shopping✨!

Facet: Lead the way, bestie!

Palmyra: Do you like tomato soup?

Velvereen: Yeah?

Palmyra: Do you want to try my homemade tomato soup?

Velvereen: Umm. . . Why does your “homemade” soup looks so weird?

Palmyra: It’s totally normal. I made it myself.

Velvereen: Girl, I’m gonna be honest with you.

Palmyra: Sure! I love honesty.😀

Velvereen: Your soup smells like rat poison.

Palmyra: It’s just for aesthetics.

Velvereen: I’m not sure-

Palmyra: Oh, don’t be scared! Do you want to try it or not?

Velvereen: *Sweats nervously* Is it fresh?

Palmyra: Define ✨fresh✨.

Felix: Hi, my name is-

Dill: Oh, please don’t tell me you’re a stupid Ravinstill!

Felix: Wha- Why?!

Dill: I would rather die than be mentored by one of President Ravinstill’s family members!

Felix: Oh.☹️

Dill: So are you?!😠

Felix: A Ravinstill?! Nope. Never. We’re not even related.

Dill: Prove it!

Felix: My name’s Philip Raven’s Bill and I’m just an ordinary law abiding citizen!

Dill: Raven’s Bill? That sounds fake-

Felix: I swear I’m Philip Raven’s Bill. Just ask the Dean.

Dill: Ok? *turns to Casca* Yo, Dean, is my mentor Philip Raven’s Bill?

Casca: Yeah! You got a problem with that?!

Dill: Oh, thank the heavens! My prayers have been answered!

Felix: So-

Dill: You’re now my new best friend, Philip!

Felix: *sweats nervously* Sure, Dill.

Clemensia: Hi. I’m your Mentor.

Reaper: *Glares* Are you normal?

Clemensia: Pretty much.

Reaper: Oh, thank Panem! Thank you, Panem! I got the normal one! The normal one! *starts happy dancing*

Clemensia: Sh*t. I got the weird one.

Florus: Sabyn, is it?

Sabyn: Yeah. And you?

Florus: Florus Friend, at your service-

Sabyn: Let me guess, your parents are a bunch of wealthy gardeners, who are secretly disappointed with you.

Florus: Dammit! How did you know?!

Sabyn: Honestly, just look at you.

Florus: Ughhh! I need to call my therapist!😩🔪

Sabyn: Sign me up too.

Io: Hi. My name is Io Jasper-

Circ: Are you smart?

Io: Yeah.

Circ: How smart?

Io: I can create a mini nuclear missile with a 2B pencil.😊

Circ: Marry me! Please, marry me!

Urban: *Bored AF* So Teslee, tell me, what’s your talent?

Teslee: Hacking.

Urban: You know how to hack?!😀 That’s quite amazing-

Teslee: Hacking your loser ass, you stupid ass nerd!😂

Urban: *flips the table* F*ck this!

Casca: *walks in* That’s another demerit for you, Mr. Turban!

Urban: It’s Urban! Dammit!🤬🔪

Dennis: Hey, Hy. I’m Dennis.

Hy: *coughs* Hi. I’m dying.

Dennis: You’re dying?! But we just met?!

Hy: Asthma is a b*tch.

Dennis: Asthma?! In this era?! I’m calling my doctor!

Hy: I think the Tributes are not allowed to-

Dennis: It’s fine! My doctor works at the Black Market.

Hy: Works where?!

Dennis: It’s totally legal, bro.😉

Iphigenia: Hi, Soul! I’m-

Sol: It’s Sol.

Iphigenia: Sal!😀

Sol: Sol.

Iphigenia: Ok.

Sol: I’m hungry.

Iphigenia: Ok.

Sol: Are you gonna feed me or what?

Iphigenia: Of course! I even bought a truck load of doughnuts just for you!

Sol: You what?!

Iphigenia: And here’s a basket of grapes and oranges-

Sol: Where the heck did you even harvest these?!

Iphigenia: And here’s a box of chicken nuggets and chocolates-

Sol: Slow down-

Iphigenia: And here’s a large bag of garlic fries and-

Sol: Are you the food fairy?!

Apollo: Hello, sunshine! I’m your-

Otto: Can I pet your hair?

Apollo: Sure!😀

Otto: It’s so smooth and fluffy.

Apollo: Thanks!☺️

Otto: What did you use to make it so soft?

Apollo: My dog’s shampoo!😊

Otto: Your dog’s what?!

Diana: Hello, moonshine! I’m Dia-

Ginnee: Where’s the booze?

Diana: I think I’m not allowed to-

Ginnee: Give me a bottle of posca and I’ll trade you a secret.

Diana: What kind of secret?😀

Ginnee: A spicy one.

Diana: About who?

Ginnee: About the Tributes.

Diana: Deal!

Vipsania: Hey.

Treech: Hi.

Vipsania: Cool hat, bro.

Treech: Thanks, bro.

Vipsania: You work out?

Treech: Yeah. And you?

Vipsania: Every single day, bro.

Treech: Cool. Me too.

Vipsania: Wanna skip this boring meeting and go to the gym, bro?

Treech: Sure. Lead the way, bro.

Pup: Hi. I’m your Mentor-

Lamina: *starts crying*

Pup: My name is Pliny.😀

Lamina: *is still crying*

Pup: But my friends call me Pup!

Lamina: Like a puppy?

Pup: Yes. That’s right!

Lamina: Can I have a puppy?🥺

Pup: I- I’m not sure if that’s allowed-

Lamina: *starts crying again* But I want to pet a cute puppy!😭

Pup: I told you that you’re not allowed-

Lamina: *is now wailing like a madman* Give me the cute puppy!!

Pup: *starts panicking* Apollo! Yo, Apollo Ring, help a brother out!

Apollo: what’s the problem, bro?

Pup: Let my Tribute pet you.

Apollo: Pet me? Oh, sure. No problem, bro!😊

Lamina: A puppy! I’m so happy! *starts petting Apollo’s head*

Pup: Yup. Problem solved.

Juno: Hello, peasant Bobby. I’m-

Bobbin: It’s Bobbin.

Juno: Whatever. I don’t care. I’m royalty.

Bobbin: Royalty?! Are you a Ravinstill?!

Juno: Better. I’m a Phipps!😎

Bobbin: A what?

Juno: A Phipps! The most ancient and noble family in all of Panem!

Bobbin: I still don’t get it.

Juno: Ughhh! I’m surrounded by stupid peasants.🙄💅

Hilarius: Hello, fellow human.

Wovey: What’s your name?

Hilarius: Umm. . . Don’t laugh. It’s Hilarius.

Wovey: Ok. I won’t laugh. So what is it?

Hilarius: I already told you.

Wovey: No, you didn’t.

Hilarius: Yes, I did. It’s Hilarius.

Wovey: What’s hilarious?

Hilarius: My name!

Wovey: Seriously, what’s your real name?

Hilarius: Hilarius!

Wovey: Are you joking right now?

Hilarius: Ughhh! Fine. You can call me Hilari.

Wovey: Hillary?! Now that’s hilarious!🤣

Gaius: Yo! You’re Pablo, right?😀

Panlo: It’s PAN. LO! P. A. N. L. O. Panlo!

Gaius: Like the bread?!

Panlo: Exactly!

Gaius: Can I call you “Bread Boy” instead?

Panlo: No.

Gaius: Pretty please?🥺

Panlo: No!

Gaius: Oh, c’mon, Pablo! Bread Boy is the perfect stage name.

Panlo: If you want me to die from embarrassment!

Gaius: But think about that sweet sweet money, Bread Boy.

Panlo: I do love money.

Gaius: And fame!

Panlo: Fine! But make sure I get more than half of the shares.

Gaius: No problem, Pablo-

Panlo: It’s Panlo.

Gaius: Whatever you say, Panini.

Androcles: Hi! My name is Andie. I’m a Kleptomaniac and I like to steal stuff.

Sheaf: You like to what?!

Androcles: Sh*t! That came out wrong. Can I try again?

Sheaf: Umm. . . Sure?

Androcles: Ok. Deep breath. Don’t be weird. She’s just a girl.

Sheaf: I’m ready when you are?

Androcles: *exhales* Hi! My name is Andie and I’m a proud delinquent- Sh*t! That came out wrong again!

Sheaf: It’s ok. Take all the time that you need. I’m just here to help.

Androcles: Ok. Let’s try again. Hi! My name is Andie and I stole the President’s dog once.😀

Sheaf: You stole a dog?! You monster!

Androcles: Ughhh! Why am I failing so bad?! What is wrong with me?!

Sheaf: Maybe you’re just nervous because I’m pretty?

Androcles: Nah, bro. Felix, Coryo, and Clemmie are prettier.

Sheaf: Well, it was worth a try. So take four?

Androcles: Yeah. I think I’m ready.

Sheaf: Ok. Go!

Androcles: Hi, Tribute! My name is Andie and my mom blackmails people for a living- Nevermind. I give up.

Sheaf: How about you let me introduce myself first?

Androcles: I’m cool with that.

Sheaf: Alright. Here we go. Hello, Andie! My name is Sheaf and I like to dance for money- Sh*t! That came out wrong.

Androcles: Yep. I think we’re doomed.

Domitia: Hello, Tanner. How’s the-

Tanner: You know my name?

Domitia: A little birdie told me.

Tanner: Brandy was right! I shouldn’t have trusted Lucy Gray!

Domitia: Lucy Gray didn’t snitch on you. Brandy did.

Tanner: What?! Why?!

Domitia: I gave her a big slice of my family’s premium ham.

Tanner: That little snitch! When I get my hands on that neck-

Domitia: Tanner, do you like cows?

Tanner: Yeah. I slaughter them from time to time. Why? You like cows?

Domitia: I’m a Whimsiwick! My whole family loves cows!

Tanner: A Whimsiwick?! You’re that famous but crazy Dairy Heiress?!

Domitia: Yup! That’s me!

Tanner: My whole District practically works for you! I work for you!

Domitia: That’s true!

Tanner: That’s great! You’re rich!

Domitia: Do you want to see my exclusive dairy cow collection?😀

Tanner: Are you single?

Arachne: I can’t believe that I have to introduce myself-

Brandy: Where’s my sandwich, little girl.

Arachne: You rude little sh*t! I’m still talking-

Brandy: Are you gonna cry home to mommy?

Arachne: Shut up, farmer!

Brandy: Oh, don’t be such a whiny loser, circus freak.

Arachne: How dare you call me that! You’re the loser, you District scum!

Brandy: Is that all you’ve got, you certified Capitol b*tch!

Arachne: Oh, you just crossed the line, you dirty animal!

Brandy: You pampered little banshee!

Arachne: You impoverish ugly creature from the sewers!

Brandy: You-

Casca: Oi! That’s enough insults for today. You’re embarrassing yourselves in front of Panem.

Arachne: She started it!

Brandy: Yes, I did.

Casca: And both of you may continue tomorrow.

Arachne: Fine!

Brandy: Whatever.🙄

Casca: Also, Brandy won this round.

Arachne: Dammit!

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