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[corrodedcorpses]

Boys on Film. Part iv

Pairing: PS!Steve x PS!Eddie x Virgin!reader

Summary: It's been a year since you last saw Eddie and Steve. The last place you expected to see them again for the first time was at a club while you were out with your new boyfriend. The night does not go how you imagined it at all.

Warnings: Smut (18+ MDNI), public sex (ish), fingering, angst, cheating (sorry)

Word count: 6.8K

a/n: I hope this kind of makes up for the ending of the last chapter but also I'm sorry in advance. (also as always a massive thank yous to my babies @andvys @wroteclassicaly @usedtobecooler @bimbobaggins69 for all of your help I love you all so much)

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Steve and Eddie stare at your closed door that had just been slammed in their face moments ago. It had all gone so wrong, so fast. Neither of them had meant for it to go that way or to fight like that with you. All of their (and your own) long harboured emotions coming out during the fight, all of the love turning into hate in order to protect your hearts from - what you all assumed - would no doubt be rejection. 

Eddie is the first to break eye contact with your door. Scoffing and walking toward his van as Steve leans his head on the door, closing his eyes trying to will you to open it again. He’s almost sure he can hear tiny sobs coming from the other side and it feels like his heart is breaking all over again. 

He can hear Eddie behind him, pacing and grumbling out “shit”, “fuck” and mumbling “that was so stupid” over and over again. Steve is frozen in place, he knows as soon as he breaks away from your door that it’s all over, that he’ll have to face the reality of what just happened. He doesn’t know if he can do that yet. 

A loud smack, that was obviously Eddie’s palm hitting his car, finally jolts Steve out of his self pity. He finally turns to him, watching as Eddie continues to pace and mumble expletives under his breath, his ringed fingers running through his hair with so much force Steve thinks he’s about to rip it all out. 

“Eddie,” he tries, too quietly as the other man doesn’t stop. 

He glances at your door one more time before sighing and walking up to Eddie. 

“Eddie,” he says more firmly, standing next to where he continues to pace, “come on man-”

“Don't you ‘come on man’ me,” Eddie interrupts, whipping around to finally look at Steve,  “what the fuck was that, Harrington.” 

Steve flinches at the use of his last name, something Eddie only uses to tease or hurt him. 

“What the fuck was what, Munson?” Steve throws his own surname back at him with just as much venom, Eddie squinting his eyes into a glare. 

“All that,” Eddie explains, wildly gesturing to your house, “bullshit you pulled in there. ‘At least you wouldn’t have been a virgin in your twenties’,” he mocks what Steve had said to you. 

“The bullshit I pulled?” Steve almost shouts back, “What about you, huh?” He asks, a finger poking into Eddie’s chest to reiterate his point. “You didn’t break that shit to her gently at all! No wonder she went straight into ‘defence mode’.”

 Eddie just rolls his eyes at him, even though he knows Steve's right. 

The action only angers Steve more. “I wasn’t even in that stupid argument until you dragged me in with your bullshit about hanging out with King Steve.” 

Eddie visibly cringes at the memory of using Steve’s old title, one he knew Steve loathed and has done years of work to be anything but. But, Eddie couldn’t let Steve ‘win’ the argument. If he did he would have to admit that all of this was his fault. 

“Whatever,” Eddie scoffs, “the argument only turned nasty as soon as you put your 2 cents in! The shit you said was just—” Eddie pauses, remembering how Steve had teased him for not ‘making a move’ on you sooner, saying everyone thought you were Eddie’s ‘property’ during high school, outing him for scaring away anyone that dared to get close to you because he knew that weren’t good enough for you, “mean.”

Eddie whispers the last word. The only word he could come up with to express how he felt, how that whole argument transported him right back to his teenage years, something he truly thought he had gotten over from the help of you and Steve. Something he obviously was far from getting over. 

Steve’s demeanour changes, he can see the hurt in Eddie’s eyes, the sliver of vulnerability that he’s been hiding behind his rage. He understands the weight that one word holds.

“I didn’t intend for it to be mean, I just, I don’t know, it just–-” he’s taken aback, stuttering through some sort of an explanation, but there isn’t one. He was mean. 

“It’s like you wanted to hurt her,” Eddie continues, but he doesn’t mean just you, “hurt me.” He whispers so softly, he’s sure Steve wouldn’t even hear him. But Steve does.

“What? Why would I want to hurt someone I love!” Steve says too quickly in response, eyes widening when he realises what he just said, what he just confessed to Eddie. But when he looks at Eddie he only sees hurt in his eyes. 

Eddie still doesn’t think Steve heard him say ‘hurt me’, so he takes Steve’s confession as a confession of love for you, not you and him. 

Eddie just laughs with no humour, shaking his head. “I was fucking right, I fucking knew you hadn’t changed – you’re such an asshole, man.” 

The cogs in Eddie’s head turn, thinking back to how Steve had said all those things against him, no doubt finally seeing his opportunity to put a wedge between you both, so Steve could finally have you all to himself.

Steve just stares at him in shock as whatever fragments of his heart that were left break even further. He didn’t think Eddie loved him back but there was some part of him that had hoped, that had at least thought Eddie would be nice about it, gentle with his heart even if he didn’t want to keep it.  

He didn’t think Eddie would laugh in his face and call him an asshole. 

“Wow,” Steve says to himself in disbelief, “okay.” He feels the tears well up in his eyes as his chest physically aches from all of the heartbreak tonight. He doesn’t want Eddie to see him break down, he'd no doubt laugh at his misery. 

He starts to walk away from Eddie, it’s the only thing he can think to do. It’s only a couple of miles to his house, the air isn’t too cold and it’s not too late — he can easily just walk home, he thinks. 

“Steve?” Eddie questions as the other boy starts to hurry away from him, “Steve!” He tries again, an air of worry in his voice as he calls out, “Seriously? You’re just gonna walk away from me too huh?” Eddie yells. 

“Whatever man,” Steve yells back, already at the end of your driveway, stopping only when his shoes hit the road to look back at Eddie, “you basically just rejected me so, I don’t need this shit anymore.” Steve spits, mentally cursing the way his voice wobbles as he says it. He continues down the road, needing to get as much distance between him and Eddie before he can finally break down. 

“What?” Eddie says too quietly, he realises when Steve doesn’t respond, “rejected you?” he shouts this time. But still Steve doesn’t stop. 

“Steve! Would you — shit,” Eddie curses. He’s so confused about what Steve meant, he’s so confused about this whole evening but he needs to know. The tiny sliver of his heart that is holding onto hope needs to know what Steve meant. 

Eddie runs around to the drivers side and launches himself into his van. Cursing when the engine turns over way too many times before it finally roars to life. He swings out of the driveway like a madman, thanking the universe that you live on a quiet street. 

He catches up with Steve quickly, slowing the van down until he’s driving right beside him. He’s happy he never listened to you and Steve about needing to roll his windows up. 

“Steve, would you just stop,” Eddie pleads. 

“No,” is all Steve replies.  

“Steve,” Eddie pleads exasperatedly, “what did you mean?”

But Steve doesn’t answer and he doesn't stop walking. He hopes if he ignores Eddie long enough that he will just leave him alone.

And he thinks his plan worked when Eddie suddenly drives forwards down the road. But, those hopes are shattered when Eddie parks a little bit ahead of Steve and hops out. 

Steve finally stops walking as he sees Eddie running towards him. He should just turn around and walk away, circle back around at the other end of your street, it’s a longer way to walk but at least he wouldn’t have to see Eddie. But he doesn’t, his feet won’t let him move. He sees Eddie rushing towards him and his whole body aches for Eddie to just hold him as he breaks down and melts into his arms.  

When Eddie finally gets to Steve he’s quick to invade his space, cupping his face tenderly in both of his hands. Eddie searches Steve’s eyes, he can see the unshed tears threatening to spill, the hurt and the tiny bit of hope Steve also holds. It’s enough for Eddie to ask again, even if it could mean more heartache. 

“Steve,” he whispers so tenderly, it makes Steve’s knees almost buckle, makes it even harder to not just fall at Eddie’s feet and beg him to love him back, “what did you mean?”

Steve swallows, hard. He looks into Eddie’s big, brown, pleading eyes. He knows he’s about to get his heart smashed, completely obliterated when he explains himself, but he can’t stop his mouth from moving. God, he would do anything Eddie asked while he cradled his face so delicately and looked at him like that. 

“I basically just told you I wanted you,” he whispers, eye’s never leaving Eddie’s “a-and you just told me to, to get fucked.” He closes his eyes trying to will his tears to stay at bay, the last sentence coming out all wobbly as he tries to stop his bottom lip from trembling. 

“Steve…” Eddie says in a way that has Steve opening his eyes again. He’s met with confusion and yearning swimming in Eddie’s beautiful brown orbs. “You want me?” Eddie asks in disbelief, “I - I thought you were talking about her!” It comes out like a question, like a plea. 

“I was,” Steve says, and he can see Eddie’s eyes start to fall, feel his hands on his cheeks loosen, Steve is quick to grab Eddie’s wrists, keeping his hands on his cheeks before quickly continuing, “I was talking about both of you, idiot.” He says the last word fondly, with a hint of a smile dancing on his still trembling lips.

Eddie can’t help but return a small smile of his own. Steve wants him too. He leans forward to capture Steve’s lips with his own. It’s the only thing he can think to do in the moment, the only thing his body will let him do. Steve returns the kiss immediately. It’s soft, so soft that it sears their lips, all of the passion and pent up feelings and anger from the last hour coming out in the way their lips and tongue dance together so slowly. 

Eddie finally pulls back after they’ve run out of air, resting his forehead against Steve’s. “I like you too,” he whispers, just in case it wasn’t obvious, revelling in the way it makes Steve smile, “I like you both too.”

Steve pulls back to look at Eddie properly, he can see the mix of happiness and regret all over Eddie’s face. 

“Oh.” Steve says. It’s all he can say, he sees the whole argument differently now, sees how stupid they both had been. He realises why Eddie said and did what he did and regrets the things he said to him. Knowing how much more they would have hurt now. 

“Yeah, ‘oh’,” Eddie replies. 

“We're idiots.” Steve sighs. 

“Yep.” Eddie agrees. 

“Should we… go back inside?” Steve asks.

Eddie shakes his head knowingly, “give her some time, trust me.” 

He thinks back to all the times you showed up at his trailer door, sheepishly asking if you could spend the day or the night or the weekend when you were upset. Always claiming to need space from your family after you fought. Eddie never realising what you needed wasn’t space, what you needed was him. 

But you never told him that. 

So, they do give you time. They give you a day to cool off, to sit with your thoughts before they call, but are only met with silence in return. They try again a day later — and again another day after that. They try to go over to your house a week later but you’re either not there or are pretending not to be. 

They try again and again and again until trying every day turns into every two days, which turns into trying every week, which turns into trying every now and then over the next couple of months. The last time they tried was months later when they had had a particularly rough day and just needed you. 

All of this was met with silence. 

You weren’t sure what you expected when you kicked them out, but you hadn’t expected them to just leave. You had expected them to at least come back later that night or the next day. 

Not call you late the next night like that would make up for anything and you didn’t expect it to take them a full week of calling before coming over to try and see you. 

All of this just seemed to cement the idea in your head that they didn’t care about you as much as you'd been stupid enough to believe they did. 

You didn’t realise how upset and borderline distraught this had also made them. You didn’t realise how upset they were after every failed attempt. How they had both sat on the kitchen floor in their new apartment months later and cried, surrounded by half unpacked boxes after that final time they tried, and failed, to call. Because none of this felt right without you.  

And they didn’t realise how you’d done the exact same thing on the floor in your kitchen that night, cursing yourself for not just picking up the damn phone this time.  

******* 

You hold the two dresses up against your body, one at a time. Trying to decide between the black — tight, revealing and super uncomfortable or the dusty pink — a stark contrast, more modest, cute and comfortable. 

You’d spent the last hour getting ready for your date with your boyfriend of about 6 months, Bradley. He was… nice… and fun… and, well, a good distraction. It was nice to feel needed. But, you know deep down that it ultimately won’t go anywhere.  

There’s just something… missing. A spark? Passion? Familiarity? The fact that he’s not Eddie or Steve?

You groan at yourself for even having that thought, dropping the dresses back on your bed as your eyes land on the picture on your dresser next to your mirror. It’s a cute photo of you, Eddie and Steve, faces squished together and giant smiles plastered on your faces. A photo you still can’t bring yourself to get rid of. 

You sigh and flip it over as you seem to before every date, the picture somehow making you feel guilty. As if the two people in the photo hadn’t completely broken your heart. But you know you’ll just put it back to its original position as soon as you get home again. 

You shake yourself out of your thoughts, before you make the mistake of going down that black hole of missing them once again. You decide to just go for the revealing, uncomfortable dress — knowing Bradley would probably like it more, praise you for showing off the curves you mostly hid from him. 

You’ll hopefully be too drunk to feel the discomfort anyway. 

*****

The club is loud and packed when you arrive with Bradley, the bass and the stench of spilled sugary drinks overwhelming. You clutch the strap of the purse that’s across your chest nervously, there’s a split second where you want to turn around, hightail it out of there and cuddle up at home by yourself instead. You from a year ago would’ve, but you’re not that same person anymore. 

“Drinks?” He yells at you over the music. He’s at least courteous enough to keep a tight arm around your waist, hugging you in close to shield you slightly from the rowdy party goers who already had one too many to drink. 

“Please,” you yell back before you both make your way to the bar. Winding through the growing crowd of rowdy people, his hand heavy on your skin, feeling out of place. 

You rest your forearms against the bar, wincing at the sticky feeling underneath. You watch as the bartenders flit around, making the various overpriced, overly sweet drinks for the other patrons who arrived long before you. 

Your eyes wander as you wait, taking in the neon signs behind the bar, the shelves of alcohol with countless cheap labels, smiling as you see two girls overly excited to see each other, the guys next to you obviously getting rejected by the girls standing in front of them, the couple that can't seem to keep their hands off each other at the very end of the bar –- wait. 

Wait.

You stare at the couple for longer than you should. Your brain taking a second to catch up with your eyes. You can only see the back of the guy as you take in his dark clothes, the chain bracelet on his wrist, the tattoos littered along his pale skin, the bats adorning his forearm, the long mop of curly brown hair- No. No no no no no. 

Eddie?

Your head starts to spin, and not just from the overwhelming atmosphere of the club. Why is he here? Why now? Why is he with a girl? You curse yourself for even thinking that last part and for the pang of jealousy in your chest. You’re here with your boyfriend, you can’t be getting jealous of the guy who broke your heart being here with some other girl. 

Even if he was your best friend for all of highschool, the only person who got you through that hell hole, one of the only people you’ve ever truly trusted, truly loved, who you definitely still love more than your own boyfriend as much as you try to pretend you don't, whose back is doing more things for you than your boyfriend has the whole time you’ve been dating, who kisses so much better than him, who looks really good right now kissing… Steve?!   

It’s only then that Eddie turns slightly, giving you a glimpse of the ‘mystery girl’. You feel like you’re gonna be sick. What are they doing? Here? Together? God they look so good. 

All thoughts fail you as you’re mesmerised watching them. The way their bodies press against each other, how Eddie has both hands lazily in Steve's back pockets as Steve's hands fist the front of Eddie’s shirt. Your cunt aches at the way their lips move together as though they’ve done this a thousand times. 

They probably have done this a thousand times, you realise. They way they are standing, so relaxed with each other, like there's no hurry to the makeout session, like they have all night.  

You're confused and hurt as you watch them. You can’t help but wonder if they’re together, they make a hot couple afterall. But you can’t help the awful feelings that that realisation arises. All of your fears from a year ago come flooding back, you were right. They never wanted you.  

Before you can fully spiral you see Bradley’s hand wave in front of your face, it’s then that you realise he’s been talking to you and you see a stressed bartender give you a forced yet polite smile, as they wait for you to tell them what you want. 

“Hello? y/n?” He asks, concerned. 

“Huh?” You reply, dumb, unable to take your eyes off of them — it’s all your brain can come up with as a response, too absorbed in the scene taking place just feet from you.

“What would you like?” He asks, like he’s already asked you multiple times. You rip your eyes away from them, focusing on Bradley’s face that’s still soft and full of admiration, as if you hadn’t been actively ignoring him. As if time hadn’t just stood still, as you watched on in what could only be described as devastation.

“Oh-- ah-- just my usual,” you say finally, glancing back at Eddie and Steve. Watching as Steve’s hand curls into Eddie's hair, it’s longer now, you realise. I wonder if it would still be as soft or if - you shake that image out of your head. “Maybe some shots? Patreon or tequila, you like both right?” You add quickly.

Bradley seems surprised but compiles, ordering one of his own. You take the small glass in your hand, bringing it up to your lips, the strong smell already paralysing, before downing it as fast as you can. You make the mistake of glancing at Eddie and Steve again as you do, finding yourself making eye contact with Steve, realising they’re both looking at you now. You almost choke on the drink in your mouth, wincing at how the liquid burns more than usual as it slides down your throat. 

You grab your drink and Bradley's hand, quickly leading him to the dancefloor. Needing to get as much space between you and the boys as possible. 

Eddie and Steve watch you take the other guy's hand with dark eyes. You spare a glance back seeing Steve’s angry eyes as Eddie whispers something in his ear. 

Angry? What does he have to be angry about? 

You weave in and out of the crowd as they stumble and bump into you, the alcohol making them stagger on their feet and spill their drinks haphazardly on the floor. The further you get lost into the sea of people the more you try to shake Steve and Eddie out of your head, determined to still have a good time despite the anxiety that has wrapped its way around your chest. 

Once you’re almost in the centre of the dancefloor, safely concealed by the thrawl of dancers, you turn to your boyfriend. You pull him in close, rocking your hips to the sound of the music and giving him a forced smile. 

You dance with him for a while, getting lost in the music as you feel the alcohol seep through your body. Although it does nothing to settle the ugly feeling deep in your stomach. As much as you try you can’t help but spare little glances around the club, not being able to stop yourself from aching for just one more glance at them. 

You finally see them, startled by the fact that they’re only a couple of people away from you. Steve is the only one actually dancing but Eddie is happily swaying with him, more than content with and touching Steve and placing gentle kisses all over his neck. Your chest tightens further at the need to tease Eddie about finally dancing, the realisation that you can’t joke with him like that anymore and the jealousy that he would come out to the dancefloor with Steve, even though he never would for you. 

As these ugly emotions swirl around your stomach you realise they’re both watching you, stealing glances the same way you are, but a lot less subtly. Your blood boils at the looks they're giving you, they seem hurt and angry and almost… sad? They have no right to. 

You turn your attention back to Bradley, you make out and grind against him, every now and then looking at them both and winking when you see them clench their jaws. 

You’re confused as you continue your show. What do they have to be angry about? Why do they even care that you’re dancing with someone that isnt them? There was a time when they could’ve had you, a time when you would’ve done anything for them but they were the ones who threw you away. They have no right to be angry now. 

Bradley leans down to whisper in your ear, you’re hopeful that he’s going to say something hot, a compliment or something, instead he lets you know he’s going to get more drinks, leaving you alone in the crowd before you can say anything else. You try to not look anxious about being alone in such a dense crowd of strangers, knowing Bradley is going to take a long time with how packed it is. 

You find some comfort knowing that Steve and Eddie are close by, although you’re not sure why. You decide to continue dancing, doing the most to look as hot and unbothered as possible, but when you spare another glance at Steve and Eddie you’re surprised to find they’ve also gone. It’s weird how their absence has made you feel more alone than Bradley’s. 

You start to leave, deciding to head outside for some fresh air before going to find Bradley where he’s no doubt still waiting at the bar. That is, until you feel hands lightly on your waist. You start to panic, until you hear the stranger whisper in your ear. 

“Hey there, little one.”

Eddie. 

Your body shudders at hearing his voice again. You have to fight every nerve in your body to not melt back into him, turn around and wrap your arms around him and cry into his chest. But you don’t, you're frozen in place instead. 

“We liked that little show you put on for us, sweetheart,” he continues as you feel his hands massage small circles in your hips as he presses himself closer to you, you can feel the outline of his semi against your ass and it takes everything in you not to moan at the feeling. 

He starts to rock you both to the music before pressing gentle kisses along your neck. So feather light you’re not sure if you’re actually imagining them, just some mean trick your mind is playing on you. You start to melt back against him, your body betraying you as it’s automatically drawn into the safety of Eddie’s chest and arms. 

You let yourself get caught up in the feeling before reality comes crashing down. You have a boyfriend, he has a boyfriend, you can’t be doing this. You snap out of the weird trance you’ve been in, pulling away from Eddie and finally turning to face him, fully preparing yourself to tell him off before you see the look on his face. 

It causes your breath to hitch as you see the pure lust written all over his face, his blown and glassy pupils staring into your soul and the possessiveness buried deep inside them that makes your thighs clench. 

You go to take a step back, needing space between you both but your back collides with another chest instead. Another set of lips brushing your ear as they whisper lowly to you.  

“Don't be like that, honey.” 

Steve. 

Your head swims at the proximity of both of them. The familiar smells and feel of them crumbling whatever stubborn exterior you were trying to portray. 

You feel Steve's hands run along the sides of your waist and down your thighs before tracing light patterns back up again, your dress pulling up at the sides as he does. He pushes against you as Eddie had, although he is a lot more worked up from your little show than Eddie was — a testament to how he always was more of the jealous type. 

“Can you feel what your little show did to us baby?” He asks like you’ve wounded them. Eddie pushing against you at the same time. “You’re so fucking naughty, getting us all worked up like that.”

“Anything to say for yourself, miss?” Eddie asks when you don’t respond right away. How could you? Your head feels like it's about to spin off your shoulders, your cunt feels like it’s about to start dripping down your thighs, they’ve thoroughly wrecked you with no more than some gentle touches, barely any grinding and a couple of words whispered seductively in your ears. 

You only manage a small moan in response, one that you’re thankful only they can hear over the loud music. 

They both chuckle at your response, knowing they have you right where they want you. Loving how fucking easy you are for them. 

Steve’s fingers continue to dance along your thighs as Eddie’s hand comes to rest on your waist again, both of them pressing into you and swaying you to the music, causing their hardening cocks to grind against you.  

Steve's fingers slide to the front of your dress, tracing up the inside of your thighs as you let out a little whimper. Steve smirks against your skin as he starts to kiss up your throat as Eddie had just before. Your eyes start to flutter shut as Steve’s fingers inch higher, so close to where you desperately need him. 

“That feel nice, pretty girl?” Steve asks, although he already knows the answer, “want me to keep going?” 

Eddie keeps his eyes trained on your blissed out face, sucking on his bottom lip as he anxiously waits for your answer. 

You nod your head slowly, words failing you as you melt back into Steve. 

“Ah, ah,” Eddie tuts, “you know the rules princess, use your words.” 

“P-please.” You barely breathe out, and Eddie’s sure he would’ve missed it if his eyes weren't glued to your lips. 

He nods at Steve, who groans as his fingers finally make contact with your dripping cunt, feeling the slick that’s soaked through your panties. 

Eddie holds your waist tighter, half keeping you upright as your legs start to shake, half shielding you from any onlookers as he continues to sway his hips, making it look like you three were just dancing.

Steve dips his fingers into your underwear, moaning in your ear as he gathers your slick on his thick fingers before rubbing your clit.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he teases, “this is all for us huh?”

You can only nod and whine in response, too far gone to be embarrassed by how close they were getting you already. No one except for Steve and Eddie have been able to get you this close this fast. 

You feel the coil in your stomach tighten further as Steve's thick digits breach your aching cunt, finding a steady pace immediately, his palm dragging deliciously over your slick clit. Eddie’s grip on your waist becomes so tight you’re sure he’s gonna leave bruises that you’re going to have to try and explain to Bradley later, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You’re happy that he’s at least holding you somewhat upright as your knees start to get weak. 

Eddie presses further into you still to keep you upright, so far that Steve can feel Eddie’s hard cock pulsing against his hand even through his jeans. Making Steve’s cock ache for some sort of release as he starts to rock gently into your ass. Craving some relief. 

You feel the familiar feeling of your orgasm approaching as you teeter on the edge. Only able to get out small sputters of “I’m, I’m—” before you’re burying your face in the crook of Eddie’s neck as your orgasm comes crashing into you. 

Your ears ring and your vision goes white as you ride out your orgasm around Steve’s fingers, rutting against his hand while clinging to Eddie. 

When you finally start to come down from your high you’re barely aware of the music still blaring around you, focusing only on Steve’s hands rubbing soothing circles in your thighs, Eddie’s hand in your hair and their praises gently flowing through your ears. 

Suddenly, reality hits you like a truck. Completely cracking the walls of whatever weird dream you’ve been trapped in with Eddie and Steve. Suddenly everything seems too much, their touch is suffocating and grating against your skin, the music of the club is blaring too loud, rocking your skull and their sweet whispers might as well be screams in your ear. 

You need to get away. 

You finally look at Eddie, his eyes meeting yours. He knows that look. 

“y/n-,” he tries as you start to squirm out of their grip. 

“Let me go”, you suddenly hiss at him, finally breaking free and rushing through the crowd and out the door. You hear them yell after you, but you keep going, their voices being drowned out by the music the further you get away from them. 

By the time you finally make it outside you feel as if you can hardly breathe. Your chest is so tight and you struggle to take shallow breaths, you can feel the unshed tears prick your eyes as you try and will them to keep at bay. Although you’re not sure why, you’re almost certain your makeup must be a mess now, most of it left on Eddie’s collar, you doubt a couple of tears would really make much of a difference. 

You shakily reach into the clutch still thankfully secured across your chest, fishing out a smoke. You put one between your lips as you try, but fail to find your lighter. You sigh in frustration, of course you’ve lost your lighter. 

“Here, let me.” You hear someone whisper, before you see the flicker of a lighter in front of your lips. You don’t have to look up from your clutch to know that it’s Eddie. Your eyes meet his timid ones as you lean forward, using the flame to light the end of your cigarette. 

“Thanks,” you mumble before looking beside Eddie, realising Steve also followed you out here. 

You all stand in awkward silence, Eddie busying himself by lighting his own cigarette. 

“I– ah,” Steve finally breaks the silence. There’s so much he wants to say, so much he needs you to hear, but the words won't form, instead he opts for, “didn’t know you smoked.” 

You snort half a laugh, shaking your head. You weren’t sure what you were expecting him to say but it definitely wasn't that. Sorry would have been a good start… but at least you’re talking, you guess. 

“There’s a lot you both don’t know about me anymore,” you reply, deadpan. You see them both visibly flinch at the implication of your words. It's been over a year since they last saw you, you've had a whole year's worth of experiences without them, would they even recognise the person you'd become? 

You bring your smoke back up to your lips, thankful for the distraction it provides and for how it's almost calming most of your nerves. 

It doesn't, however, distract you enough to not feel their hungry eyes on you. You're surprised your dress doesn't have holes burnt into the fabric with how hot and heavy their gazes are. You adjust your dress with your free hand trying to pull the fabric down, cursing yourself now for wearing the revealing dress. 

You don’t want them to see you squirm, you need to keep up this teasing, nonchalant act you were trying to portray, you couldn't let them know how much seeing them again was hurting you. 

“See something you like?” You slur seductively at them, not shying away from their eyes. Even as your palms sweat and your heart rattles in your chest. 

They both chuckle and shake their heads, not in disagreement but at the absurdity of your question. Of course they did. You looked stunning, confident. In a dress you usually would be too shy to wear. It was nice to see you like this, but it was also weird. 

Not weird in a bad way, it just hurt. It hurt them to see that you finally seemed to be growing into yourself and hopefully finally seeing how beautiful you were. Except it was without them. 

“You seem… different,” Eddie finally managed. He couldn't think of a better way to put it. Not better, not worse, just different. But that's what heartbreak will do to a person. 

“I am different.” You say back, no hidden meaning behind it, like it’s that simple. 

They were different. You were different. You’d just grown away from each other. You’d all changed and grown in the year that had passed, in the year that you had all ached for each other. Now here you were, and it felt like you were talking to strangers. 

You had a picture of them on your dresser that you saw everyday, and yet it felt like those two men were different from the ones that stood in front of you now. 

It makes your whole body ache. 

You want to fill the silence, distract yourself from the heavy feeling. You want to mess with them, annoy them, make them even more jealous and angry and hurt than they’ve already seemed to have been tonight. 

“Trust me,” you say finally, “I’ve had lots of experience since you last saw me.” You wiggle your eyebrows suggestively, trying to joke around with them as if it’s no big deal. 

You see their jaws clench. Eddie fights the urge to scoff at you, to roll his eyes, to scream in your face. Steve is a little better at hiding his distaste at what you’re insinuating. Both knowing they have no right to feel as hurt and betrayed as they do right now. 

You’re not theirs. 

“Well, they must be some lucky guys then.” Eddie tries to speak sincerely. It comes out like venom. 

“Hmm,” you hum, revelling in their reactions. Trying to think of what else you can say to rile them up like this. “And girls,” you say with a wink. 

Lies, it’s all lies. 

You had drunkenly kissed one girl out the back of a club after too many drinks. She was nice and soft and tasted like vodka and raspberries. But that was it… just a kiss. 

The furthest you’d gotten with your current boyfriend was some grinding and heavy touches. Always stopping before it got too far. He was always respectful of that, something you appreciated. 

They look at you stunned. You could see their brains working a mile a minute. You could tell they were imagining something much more lewd than reality. Victory. 

Desperate for this conversation to be over before they pried and realised you were talking all of your experiences up to be something much more, you stomp out your cigarette. Giving them a small smile that said ‘are we done here?’ as you started to walk away. 

Before you can get too far you feel a hand desperately grasp your arm. You know it’s Steve before you even turn around. 

You see his mouth open as he struggles to find the right words to say but you don’t want to hear it. You can’t. 

“Don’t,” you interrupt, before he can even say a single word. His mouth closes as his hand reluctantly lets go of your arm, brushing the skin of your forearm as he drops his hand. You curse your body for the goosebumps that appear along the trail of his fingertips. 

You’re about to turn around again when you decide to ask them just one thing. Something that’s been weighing heavy on you since you first saw them at the bar. 

“So, um,” you start tentatively, rubbing your hand over the arm that Steve had just touched, unsure if you’re trying to warm yourself up or wipe away the memory of his fingertips, “how long have you been dating?” 

They share a look before Eddie slowly mumbles, “a little over a year.” 

A little over a year. 

The same amount of time since your fight. The guilty looks on their faces let you know it was very shortly after they broke your heart. So while you were alone, completely breaking and having to put yourself back together again all by yourself, they were just having the time of their lives? Starting a new and exciting relationship? Typical. 

“Of course you have been,” you scoff. Turning abruptly and stalking away from them as fast as your stupidly uncomfortable heels would let you. 

“Y/n wait! It’s not like tha–“ Steve calls after you, desperately trying to catch you before you run off once again. Like he’s worried this time you’ll be gone for good.

“Just leave me alone!” You practically yell. You feel bad for raising your voice and how it makes them flinch but finally, they let you go. 

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[auras-moonstone]

hi ursula! as a swiftie, would you be willing to write something with jack based on “Foolish One” by Taylor? thanks! and good luck with college!

hii, thank you so much! not gonna lie, i don’t think this is my best work, but i really tried my best and i hope you enjoy it<3 ps. i feel so bad for making jack act like an asshole 🥺

foolish one — jack champion

word count: 2,586

pairing: jack champion x fem!reader

based on: foolish one by taylor swift

summary: y/n is in love with jack and he keeps her hoping for something that’s never going to come.

HER RELATIONSHIP WITH JACK WAS ONE OF THE MOST CONFUSING THINGS Y/N HAD EVER KNOWN. They had been friends for months, and somewhere along the way, their friendship got a little bit flirty. And Jack was a charming boy, so Y/N fell for him faster than the wind.

She was all in for him and has been open about her feelings since the very first day. And while her cards were on the table, Jack kept his in his hands. Y/N had no idea where he stood when it came to them. One day, he was the sweetest guy in the world, treating her like she was royalty—which kept her hopes high—and the next one he would ghost her and act cold.

The questions pounded her head whenever she laid in bed with nothing else to do. Most nights she would talk herself to sleep, answering her own doubts and justifying Jack’s behaviour. Y/N was mad about him, so mad she would overlook his bipolar attitude and block the voices in her head.

You’re not the exception, you’ll never learn your lesson, they said. She would shake her head and instead replace it with wishful thoughts—like him finally confessing his love. Confessions of love that, like her voices tried to warn, were never going to come.

Y/N’s friends saw right through Jack’s actions. He loved Y/N’s devoted disposition, but he didn’t want a relationship with her. And at the same time, he didn’t want to see her with someone else, so he kept her waiting and stringing her along. They had warned Y/N and tried multiple times to make her open her eyes, but it was a lost cause—she was in a denial haze, taking the long way down.

“I’m fine, guys. The shooting extended a bit, that’s it.” Y/N said on the phone, after her friends called her when she texted Jack couldn’t make it to their hang out.

“He kept you waiting for three hours, Y/N” Willow said, venom on her voice. She was so tired of Jack and his tricks.

“Well, he wasn’t allowed to use his phone on set until a few minutes ago.” Y/N shrugged. All of her friends could notice the tense tone, she was acting like she was fine.

Truth was, Y/N was disappointed. Though she really understood the complications that came with his work, she just really missed him. They hadn’t seen each other in days, and her heart longed for him.

“That’s bullshit, and you know it.” James spoke harshly.

Y/N was about to defend Jack when the bell rang. “I gotta go, guys. I’m okay, don’t worry about me. Love you.”

The girl, still in her skirt and top, opened the door to find a bouquet of roses in front of her face. The person holding them pulled the flowers down to make his face visible. There stood Jack, with his apologetic smile and a pout. “I’m really sorry, Y/N/N.”

Y/N smiled instantly, taking the roses. “Thank you, Jack. And it’s okay, really. I understand how shootings work.”

“You are so amazing, have I ever told you that?” he gave her his most charming smile and Y/N melted. “And you look so beautiful. Is it too late to hang out?”

Blushing like a school girl with a crush, Y/N shook her head and signalled him to come in. “I only have leftovers, hope that is okay.”

“It’s perfect” he assured her.

“Thanks for the roses, I love them.” she smiled contently as she put them on a vase.

“They reminded me of you.” Jack said, putting a strand of her head behind her ear. She looked at him curiously, as if telling him to expand. “I saw them on the flower shop and they brought me back to that shade of lipstick you wear, it looks so good on you.”

This was the side of Jack that she loved and confused her at the same time. She didn’t know what to call the situation—it wasn’t an interaction between two friends, but she couldn’t call Jack hers either. Y/N didn’t have a clue about Jack’s feelings towards her, and she was too much of a coward to ask, so she tried her best to seem bulletproof, to act as if his compliments didn’t ignite a fire on her.

“Y/N?” Jack spoke up as he paused the movie they had been watching for the last hour, making her lift her head that was resting on his shoulder. “I want to ask you something.”

Flickers of hope invaded her body. Was this it? Was he finally coming around? “Okay…”

“You know the premiere for my movie is next week, right?” Jack said, and she nodded. “I was wondering if you’d like to go with me? As my date”

She bit the inside of her cheek to not scream in excitement. “Of course, I’d love to.”

He smiled widely and kissed her temple. “Perfect. Before you resume the movie I need to go to the bathroom, be right back.”

A few seconds later, a text notification was heard and Y/N, thinking it was her phone, read it from the locked screen.

i’m sorry i couldn’t meet you tonight :(

i feel really bad, but the photoshoot was longer than i expected

i’m free rn, maybe we can still meet up?

Y/N left the phone back on the table, as if it was a radioactive device. He had plans tonight? Was that why he came here? Because he didn’t have anything else to do?

“Hey, everything okay?” Jack asked, sitting back next to her.

“Yeah, just a bit tired.” she answered, body rigid as Jack grabbed his phone. She saw him scan the texts and she noticed he tried to bit back a smile.

“I have to go, anyways. Family emergency” he said, kissing her cheek. “I had fun, and your left overs were chef’s kiss.”

Y/N forced a laugh. “Me too”

When Jack left, she went to bed and the excuses unfolded all at once—maybe it was just a friend.

Then why would he lie? the voice on her head retorted

He didn’t want to make me feel bad about leaving. He had plans with her before me, after all.

Apparently everyone comes before you on his list of priorities, the voice said.

He asked me to be his date to the premiere. Me, not anyone else.

You will never learn your lesson.

Y/N HAD BEEN WAITING FOR HOURS ON HER COUCH WHEN HER FRIENDS SENT HER THE PICTURES OF JACK WITH ANOTHER GIRL AT THE PREMIERE. Once the information sinked down, she stayed sitting there frozen for a couple of minutes, trying to make sense of the situation. But there was no justification that came to mind this time, it was crystal clear, so Y/N went to change her clothes, completely defeated.

Her long black dress didn’t make her feel as pretty anymore (instead, it made her feel stupid) and the make-up she had worked on for hours—which she had copied from one tutorial on Youtube because she didn’t have a clue about the subject—had been washed away by her tears.

She had been played by Jack’s sick need to give love just to take it away in an instant. But this time it hurt even more, because Y/N had finally learnt her lesson and knew it was time to go, to get away from him. Jack had always been an expert at sorry’s, at keeping the lines blurry to mess up with her mind and heart, he sweet talked her and ignored her when he didn’t need her.

He hadn’t written her or called since the night he left her house for a supposed “family emergency”, and Y/N had told herself it was because he was very busy. Now she knew better, the silence meant something, it screamed “goodbye”. He finally got the girl he wanted on his arm, Y/N had been just a girl he kept in the wings, the foolish one that he kept content with just a couple of longing glances. She hadn’t seen the signs, or she hadn’t wanted to, and that’s why now she was leaning the hard way.

Y/N spent the following days in bed, the only times she got up were to go to the bathroom and make something to eat. She didn’t answer texts or calls, she wasn’t in the mood to talk. Her heart felt heavy, as if it had been beaten repeatedly—which it had, just not literally. There hadn’t been any signs of Jack—not an i’m sorry, or an explanation, not even a hi. He had erased her from his life as if she didn’t matter, as if she never existed. And it pained her, it pained her that on his mind, she wasn’t even deserving of an apology.

On day seven of self-isolation, James barged into her house. The angry look on his face faded away once he saw her lying like a crumbled up piece of paper. “Have you been casted in The Walking Dead?” he asked humoursly.

Y/N bit back a smile. “No, I’ve been casted as someone who was attacked by a dementor.”

“Ah, the make-up department has done a great job then.” he said, sitting next to her. “This needs to stop, Y/N/N.” his tone changed to a serious one.

“I know, I’m just… I’m scared that if I go out I might bump into them, I don’t know if my heart can take that.” she confessed. “He hasn’t apologised, James. He hasn’t said a word to me…. was I that meaningless to him?”

“He’s an asshole, and I’m not letting you isolate yourself because of him anymore. We are going out, I miss my best friend. And seeing you live like a vampire is depressing, honestly when was the last time you saw the sun?”

“I have windows, drama queen” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Go shower, you give onions a run for their money”

“Shut up, dick” she laughed, pushing him harshly making him fall to the bed.

Y/N’S WORST NIGHTMARE BECAME TRUE. She had been sitting on the table alone, because James had gone to the toilet, when a familiar face approached her. Just like a dementor, Jack’s presence had sucked away the little happiness James had managed to make her feel. Jack look radiant, just like the girl he had his hand attached to, and it made Y/N want to die.

“Hey! Long time no see” Jack smiled, like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t ruined her for the millionth time and finally managed to pull the last straw.

“Yeah” she said simply, looking away from him hoping he would get the memo.

“Do you have anything to do later? We should catch up” he said with a smile. He look so sweet and kind, it was hard to comprehend he was the same boy who had toyed with her heart. But he was, and the sweet boy facade didn’t work on her anymore.

“Sorry. Busy” she replied shortly and harshly.

“Hey, babe. Everything okay?” James slided on the seat next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. He gave her a look, saying ‘follow my lead’.

“Yes, J. Bumped into an old friend” she forced a smile.

“James, nice to meet you” the boy extended his hand for Jack to shake. The brunet had his jaw clenched, glaring at James with storm in his eyes. He was raging with jealousy.

“Jack, nice to meet you too” he said, though his voice couldn’t have sounded more fake. Then he set his eyes on the girl “Can we talk?”

“I don’t think there’s anything to talk about. I’m on a date, and I think you’re too.” Y/N answered, sneaking a glance at the girl who stood uncomfortably behind the actor.

“She’s just a friend” Jack said quickly.

“I don’t care. Go away, please” her determined tone was a clear sign that there was nothing Jack could do to change her mind, so he left. Though it didn’t mean he was giving up.

A few hours later, he showed up to her house. Y/N rolled her eyes as soon as she saw him, and tried to close the door, though Jack stopped it with his foot.

“I just want to talk, please” he said.

“Fine, let’s talk. But be quick, I don’t want to see your face for too long”

“Okay, what is going on? Why don’t you want to talk to me?” the tall boy asked, closing the door behind him. She didn’t invite him to the living room, they just stayed by the entrance.

“I can’t believe you don’t even care enough to realize what you did. Or are you just playing dumb?”

“I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Really? You don’t acknowledge the fact that you stood me up? We were supposed to go to that premiere together, Jack! And you didn’t even tell me about the change of plans, I had to find out through Instagram! Do you know how much that hurt? I was so excited for that date.”

Jack set his gaze on the floor. “It was stupid, what I did. I’m so sorry. Megan asked me if she could go as my date and I- I had a crush on her for so long, I couldn’t say no.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve understood. It was going to tear me to pieces, because I really loved you Jack, but I really would’ve understood. Instead, you ghosted me. You didn’t even have the decency to check on me the following days.”

“I forgot” he muttered, unable to meet her eyes.

She scoffed “You forgot?” disbelief spurred from her lips. “Wow. Shit, I was so blind, what the hell is wrong with me? I fell for someone who never cared about me, he only pretended. I settled for your longing glances while I gave you my full attention every goddamn time”

“No, I do care. I’m so sorry. It wasn’t my intention to hurt you, Y/N/N.”

The tears blurred her vision “I know, it comes naturally for you. Because you only think about yourself.”

“Let me fix this, Y/N. I don’t want you out of my life” he tried to hold her hand, but she took a step back.

“You can’t fix this. You should’ve thought about it before you messed me up. Your words don’t mean anything now, it’s too late.”

Jack frowned “Because you’re with someone else?”

“Because I stopped being foolish. I’m not falling for your stupid charm again. So please, loose my number and don’t show up at my door anymore, I’m done with you.”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N”

The girl laughed. “I never realized, but our dynamic was always like that. You would mess up, ghost me for a few days and then apologise. And like a love-sick puppy, I would let you in again every time. I really did love you, Jack, it sucks that you couldn’t have cared less.”

“Stop saying that, it’s not true. I care” Jack said with a sigh.

“You’re here because you saw me with someone else, and you hate it when my attention isn’t sorely on you. This is about your ego, not about you caring for me.” Y/N said, Jack opened his mouth only to close it again. She was right. “Goodbye, Jack.”

When she finally managed to get Jack out of her house, she rested against the door. Her chest felt light, the weight had completely disappeared, and she realized that bumping into Jack had been the best thing that could’ve happened to her. It had been an opportunity for her to let out all of the feelings she had been bottling up for months. Now she could finally move onto something better.

[naurimastaur]

A prank to die for

1980s slasher au featuring the Weasley twins//

Summary: With camp’s annual house competition coming to a close, the twins take the fate of their team into their own hands, employing Fred’s nemesis Y/N along the way. Things go awry however, when someone tries to axe their plans. Literally.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

This is a bit of a long one so strap in! Ps. Requests are open

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Squashed between the most frustrating person alive and the wall of the abandoned outhouse toilet, was not the ideal midnight rendezvous anyone would have in mind.

“Why hasn’t George signalled to you yet? It’s been half an hour.” Y/n huffed, her head pressed against the damp wood of the wall in exasperation before she thought better of herself.

“Could’ve ran into a lovely lady on the way,” Fred replied equally agitated. “None of your sort I’d hope, wouldn’t be very enjoyable.”

“You are a freak why am I doing this with you?” She spat, venom dripping from her every word.

“Cant resist the charm, I reckon”

“Then you’re as delusional as you are ginger.”

“And yet you don’t seem to be backing out of the idea. Could it be that you wanted this alone time with me?”

“I think I’d rather be chased by a serial killer.”

“If only a serial killer hated themself enough to waste time running after you.” He smiled to himself, her irritation fuelling his triumph.

She bit her tongue, thinking back to the moment she made herself a professional clown.

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“Y/n!” George called out, jogging to meet her walking pace, Fred tailing him. “We have a proposition for you. A real win-win deal.”

“We? As in him too?” She signalled toward Fred, who’s head was bowed in deep shame like a disobedient dog.

“Yes we,” George elbowed Fred before continuing. “It was his idea actually to include you.” Now that was interesting.

“The house competition ends tomorrow and it seems the trophy is missing.” Fred rubbed his previous attacked arm before continuing. “We know that Tom from your house has it hidden somewhere, and you know exactly where it is.”

“And? Why would I help you betray my own team?.”

“Because we all know Tom is a massive prick who needs humiliating, and he’d deserve it too with everything he said about you.” George looked at her meaningfully.

“At midnight tonight you will help us get it from his cabin, and George will set up the distractions.”

She was horrified at that. “Why cant you do the distracting? If I’m doing this, I’m doing it with George.”

“He can’t do much distracting when he’s the less handsome twin,” George winked. “Besides, I’m the fireworks expert.”

“This is all for the sake of a prank isn’t it? The two of you are ridiculous.”

“Pranking is within our nature,” Fred shrugged. “It would be cruel to suppress it.”

“Are you two used to people listening to the utter shite you speak, or am I the only one with the misfortune?” They both grinned at this.

“Fine. Yes. Okay, I’ll do it.”

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The silence was eating away at her faith. This didn’t feel right, everything was quiet. Too quiet. She couldn’t hear the chirping of the crickets, or the rustling of leaves stuck in the wind’s embrace.

“Fred we should really go and check on him. This isn’t right.”

Fred wasn’t a stranger to the feeling; in fact he felt like that every time he was parted from George. Half of his soul, half of him. It was never right, but he wasn’t ignorant to what she was feeling either.

They took off towards George’s hideout, before Fred came to an abrupt stop.

“What? What’s wrong? What is it?” She questioned with haste, before noticing a flashlight flickering on the forest ground. It was blinking in urgency; on and off and on and off. It was aggressively bright, flooding the area surrounding with artificial light. That was supposed to be George’s signal. Where is he?

“Well that’s creepy as shit,” Fred commented, taking a casual notice of a distant figure lingering just beyond the light’s touch.

George must’ve leaked our plan. He thought to himself. Useless git.

The figure began approaching however, with heavy rushing footsteps. Fred placed a protective arm in front of y/n on instinct, he felt nauseated that his natural instinct was to do anything of the sort. To her.

He stepped ahead, placing himself only a few feet away from the new person. He was close enough now to see them fully.

They had the build of a man with broad shoulders and a muscular frame. There were no eyes on their face, just sunken regions of skin where some might have been, adorned with scarred tissue. Notably there was no mouth either, just a gaping hole were one was supposed to be; A mask.

“Alright mate from one prankster to another, the costume is overkill but I applaud the dedication.”

“Fred…”y/n began to urge. Her eyes beginning to adjust to the thing adjacent. How hadn’t she noticed before?

Fred threw a dismissive wave at her.

“Look, I do honour my pride but we could collaborate on this house prank. Double the effect of the humiliation, bigger win. I’m sure Tom would shit himself at the sight of you.”

“Fred!”

“Cant you see I’m networking here?” Fred scolded, oblivious.

“Fred look at it! I mean actually look!”

Fred saw it now; the skin loose and peeling from the sides of its face, that his brain had originally convinced itself was a mask. This wasn’t a costume and that wasn’t its face. This was a creature that was figuring out what a human face was supposed to look like, but it didn’t have all the materials and it wasn’t finished learning.

He took notice of the silver point peeking from beyond its coat. An axe. A thick crimson red coating it’s blade like a second skin.

“Y/n RUN!”

“No shit!”

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Racing after Fred’s physical and vocal lead, the thought of her imminent death became all too plausible. Their voices were intwined in a harmonious plead for help; to warn, to scare, to do something.

They reached the first cabin, their hearts beating in a rhythmic dance. Her focus on their escape delaying the urge to search her surroundings. Or rather, lack of.

“Fred?”

“Yes?”

“Where is everyone?”

“What do you mean? They’re in their bunks surely. We’ll need to get everyone out immediately.”

“Right, and where are we?”

“The bunks.”

“And who’s here?”

Fred’s head snapped up in disbelief, noticing the empty beds around him. Before logic could grace his one remaining braincell’s lonely existence, he raced outside.

Y/n sank to her knees, reality hitting. The thump of Fred’s urgent knocks at each cabin matching the pounding in her head. Everyone was gone.

She got up, raw determination pumping in her veins like adrenaline. They needed to get to the kitchens. There would be knives there, a heavy bolted door. There they stood a chance.

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“Oh look you weren’t that far off with the serial killer joke earlier, you just forgot to mention the massive bloody axe he’s carrying!” Fred snarled at her, his voice hoarse from the terror clawing at his throat. The earlier fear was well gone now, the two of them already returning back to their usual bickering.

“Why the fuck is he chasing us for?” She whisper yelled at him, accusation laced in her tone, choosing to ignore his previous sarcastic remark.

“How the fuck should I know?” He shouted back, glaring at her in the process.

“I don’t know because you’re… you!” She argued, turning away from him and evaluating the cabin.

“My apologies then, it seems I left my psychic powers at home today!” He spat out, blocking the kitchen door with any object in his path.

“If he doesn’t kill you I’ll do it myself,” she huffed out, just for the sake of getting the last word in the argument.

Fred ran a hand through his shaggy hair in frustration, before taking notice of her still frame. She stood perfectly straight, like a puppet held up by its strings. Her hands clasped in a tight fist, the skin turning red from the tension.

“What?” He interrogated, purely annoyed by her presence but intrigued in her reaction all the same. “What is it?”

“If the campers aren’t here,” She turned to look at him, her eyes wide with fear. “Then who’s blood is that?”

He took notice of her face, once illuminated by the silver glow of the moonlight,now was masked by a deep maroon.

He followed her gaze, transfixed on the window in an involuntary daze. The glass was tainted red, blood gathering under it in a thick pool of bubbling heat. If it wasn’t coming from the inside, that could only mean one thing.

“We’re fucked.”

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A/n: I took an educational trip to a bench in the cemetery for inspo for this, just for my IBS to kick in and I had to run fifteen minutes home so I didn’t shit myself in front of the resting souls❤️ I will never try to be aesthetic again lesson learnt.

@thescrunkler @stock0hoim

[stickymolasses]

Hello! Can you write a nurse reader x harry osborn? :)

MAKE YOU BETTER

an: hello! i love reading ur harry fics so much, thank you for this prompt! i hope u like it <3 ps: reader does not know peter is spiderman, they just think peter got injured somehow and the symbiote transferred over to him. spiderman having a black suit, in their eyes, is just a coincidence. just imagine reader being totally oblivious, lol.

summary: You're Harry's nurse and you can't help him feel better physically anymore, so you resort to playing therapist. (fluff/a little angst if you squint) pairing: harry osborn x reader warnings: sick & irritable harry

You knock twice as gently as possible, trying not to disturb Harry too much. He mumbles something that resembles “come in,” so you allow yourself to slowly open the door. You close it upon entering and lean against it.

“How are you feeling today, Harry?” you ask, wishful thinking taking over, though you think you probably know the answer.

Harry shuffles a little in his bed and leans his head back. He swallows hard, and his Adam's apple bobs in his throat. His form has gotten frail over the past couple of days.

He breathes in deeply and his words come out in a whisper, “Never been better.” He smiles sarcastically and breathes out his nose, a laugh that does not require him to flex his stomach.

You can see his pain. You can feel it too. You don’t want to pry, but as his nurse, you have a job. You are supposed to make him feel better, get healthier. He can’t get any better, physically, that is. Your real task now is to change his mindset.

“What’s been bothering you lately? Any serious pain I should know about?” You cross your arms, still leaning on the door.

Harry is sitting up now, giving you a better view of the dark purple bags under his eyes. You wince and look down, avoiding his gaze. “The usual. My pain lately has been in my head. I’ve been mulling things over, got lots to think about.”

He looks down at his lap, twiddling his thumbs. His boredom has reached a new peak, having filled out four science-themed crossword books.

You nod at him as if to say “Go on.”

He furrows his brows in thought, still looking down at his hands.

“It’s Peter.” He looks up at you swiftly. “He’s… changed.”

You move towards his bed and take a seat nearer to him, to make him more comfortable. Your words come out slowly and very quietly, “Changed, how?”

He sighs, “It’s complicated. After his little… accident, having the symbiote- um, the suit- affects him in a way that it hadn’t done to me. He’s angry.”

You know he’s telling the truth. You’ve seen it. When Peter blew up on Harry and told him he should “pop some more pills.” From knowing Peter for a few months now, you would never have expected him to act that way towards anyone, let alone his best friend.

“Has he ever been angry like that before, with you?” You inquire, still pushing.

“Never. I was usually the one with the temper.”

“If you’ll allow me to play devil's advocate, I think you might need to give Peter the benefit of the doubt because-”

Harry gripped his comforter until his knuckles turned white.

“He wants me to die.” The words came out like a curse, laced with venom. His face falls into his palm, and he rubs his temples.

Once he finds himself calm, he opens his mouth again to speak, but no words come out. He looks at your face, eager to listen. Something about the way you look at him helps him find the words.

“I’m sorry. You’re right, he’s fighting his own battles. We all are.” He looks up at you, awaiting a response. You fall silent.

Your gaze is morphing under his. You feel like you’re melting rapidly under a heat lamp, but you’re just looking at each other. This moment feels more meaningful than the actual verbal conversation you were having just moments before. You’re beginning to feel different about him, and the feeling is dangerous, fatal even.

“Stop looking at me like that. Like I’m some sick child.” Harry turns his head away from you, like an actual child. A child who doesn’t want to listen to his guardian.

You scramble, “Like what? I wasn’t looking at you like anything; I was just-”

“You were pitying me; I can see it with my own two eyes.” The moment was fleeting, but you could see him changing his mind mid-sentence. Something about you kept him sane.

You breathe loudly, and he can hear the gears turning in your head. You were calculating a response so as not to irritate him further.

“I wasn't pitying you. I was just… I was thinking about how you were before. You were so full of life, seeing you like this makes me wonder what you would be doing if you weren’t in this position.” You reach for his hand and clasp it gently. His hand is cold, in contrast to your warm ones. Your thumb moves in circles over his knuckles.

“Can you help me stand up, please?” He flashes doe eyes at you, waiting for an answer. You grip his hand tighter and help him rise from the bed. When he is fully standing, he pulls you into a hug so swiftly that you wobble a bit.

He buries his head into your neck and mumbles something incoherent, and you don’t bother to ask him to repeat himself. You hold each other for just a second too long.

“Sorry, I just wanted to look out the window.” He hobbles over to the giant window and stops in front of it, placing a hand on the frame and leaning on it.

“New York City used to be so beautiful, don’t you think?” He continues to stare longingly at the world outside his room.

“I think it’s still gorgeous.” You stand next to him, placing a hand on his bicep to make sure he doesn’t lose his balance.

“Of course you would. Any world with you in it should be grateful to have you.” He turns towards you and removes your hand from his arm, placing a hand on your waist. He looks down at you with an unreadable gaze.

You look up at him and cup his face in your hands, smoothing your thumb over his cheek. His brown eyes sparkle with an ambition that you haven’t seen in all of your days of knowing him. He looks down at your lips and you notice. He leans in, and you follow suit, connecting your lips in harmony.

“You are the most beautiful thing in all of New York City, Harry.”

an: hello! i hope this was what you were looking for, i got a little carried away. this was a lot of fun! thank you for the ask again!

[more harry content here]

[cowgurrrl]

Too Close

Pairing: rockstar!joel x actress!reader

Author’s note: this isn’t exactly where I wanted it to be but I still like it (ps fic named after this song)

Summary: “Why, get you gone! Who is’t that hinders you?” “A foolish heart, that I leave here behind.” A Midsummer Night’s Dream Act III, Scene II, Lines 318-319 [2.5k]

Warnings: arguing, language, tumultuous co-parent relationships, the l word, allusions to substance abuse, vague depictions of a panic attack, brief description of disassociation, poor sleeping habits, fictional situations of survivor’s guilt/traumatic events, this one’s a doozy y’all

Joel ushers you into his bedroom and quickly closes the door behind him like you two are sneaking around and don't want to get caught. You bite your thumbnail as you think, replaying the brief moment you saw Angela over and over again. He stands there, hands on his hips, and takes a deep breath. You don't know where to start. Two hours ago? Last week? Twenty years ago? Time seems to collapse between the two of you.

"If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me. Not Sarah." He says as if getting pissed at Sarah was even on your radar. 

"I'm not gonna get mad at her. She's a kid," you scoff. The fact that he even had to specify that makes your skin crawl. At what point during your relationship have you made it seem like you would ever be angry with her? "How long have you known?" You ask the million-dollar question, and he sighs, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Sarah reached out to her a couple of months ago, and she responded. I didn't think she'd actually show up."

"How long is a couple of months?" 

"She emailed her before we left for New York." He says, and you have to sit down on the ottoman at the front of his bed to catch your breath. You bury your head in your hands and fight the tears stinging behind your eyes. Your knee bounces with unspent anger and anxiety, and your heart hammers in your chest. 

"So, the entire time I was telling you everything about my past and showing you where I lived and trusting you for the first time, you were in contact with your ex-wife?" You ask, but he doesn't say anything. You look up to stare at him, and he shakes his head.

"I didn't think she'd actually come into town." 

"That doesn't matter, Joel! You should've told me!"

"I didn't know if we were even anythin' before we went to New York, so it didn't feel important." He says like it's your fault, and you raise your eyebrows at him. You walk over to him, fire in your veins and venom choking you as all your frustration spills from you.

"Oh, is that why you fucked me? Because you didn't know and wanted to try something? Wanted to see if I was worth keeping around?" You ask. "Because you seemed to have a pretty good idea of what we were when you stuck your tongue down my throat, so please tell me what revelation you had that made you think you didn't have to tell me you were talking to the woman who left you with a baby."

"I didn't want to ruin our time together."

"Well, it's pretty fucking ruined now, isn't it?" 

"You don't get it!" He raises his voice, and you throw up your hands in defeat as he turns his back to you. You groan and rub your face, looking up at the ceiling in hopes that some sentient being will smite you right then and there.

"Then, explain it to me, Joel." You say, and he shakes his head as he faces you. You think of the young Joel you saw in the picture you saw two weeks ago. The Joel who was a single dad working construction to afford formula for his daughter. The Joel who was in his early twenties and divorced and scorned. The Joel who wrote one of your favorite songs and released it alone, not knowing what his future would hold. That Joel is hard to find when you look at him now.

"She's sober. She has a steady job in Texas. She's finally gettin' back on her feet. I've been tryin' for eighteen years to get her to even pick up the fuckin' phone, and now here she is, and she's better. This could be a chance." 

"A chance for what?"

"For us to be a family or, at least, for Sarah to have a relationship with her." He says, and you nod, biting the inside of your cheek. You’re not family. You’re an outsider, someone to hang around until Mom gets to come back and take what’s hers. You’re not permanent in the grand scheme of his family.

"Do you still love her?" 

"What?"

"Do you still love her?" You repeat slowly. He gives you a look before running his thumb over an invisible ring on his left finger. It might've been a nervous habit, but you saw it. You saw the way he flinched when he felt skin instead of metal.

"I…" he starts. "I will always have love for her. I-"

"Oh, my God." You can't even stand to hear the rest of his sentence. You push your hair out of your face and start pacing.

"She's Sarah's mom!" He yells.

"And she left! She left and didn't give a shit about either of you, Joel! And now that you're famous and have money, she suddenly checks her inbox?!"

"You don't know what you're talkin' about." 

"Apparently, I don't know a lot," you say. He softens momentarily as the words hang in the air, and you shrug. You furiously wipe at your eyes as unauthorized tears roll down your cheeks. "I trusted you. I let you into my life. I told my fucking parents about you. Do you know how hard that was for me? Do you know how many years I spent protecting myself from this exact situation? But I trusted you not to do that. I," your voice catches in your throat, and Joel rushes over to put his hands on your arms. You know he's trying to rub his hands up and down your skin to soothe you, but you push him away, stumbling back from his touch. "I don't know where to go from here. I don’t know if there’s even anywhere for us to go after this.”

"We can work through this. We just needa talk bout it and figure somethings out, but we can move forward."

"No, we can't." You cry, and he gives you a confused look.

"Honey, look at me. Yes, we can."

"The contract is ending early. Apparently, your team is fucking ecstatic with how things are going and decided you don't need me anymore. That's what Melanie came to tell me before I fired her," you laugh, wiping your nose on your sleeve and letting out a sharp exhale. "I should've fired her a long time ago, but I did it today because she said I shouldn't be with you. It was my last straw, and I thought that not having any auditions or work lined up would be okay because this morning, I believed in us so hard that I was willing to endure that. I let myself make the stupid choice to be happy for once because I-" You cut yourself off. You can't even bear to think the words, let alone say them out loud. Joel stares at you with big watery eyes, but you can't find it in yourself to feel sorry enough for him to comfort him.

"I have to go. I can't be here right now."

"Please, just wait," he begs, and you shake your head, pulling your jacket closer to your body. He might've tried to say more, but you don't wait to hear it. You fly down the stairs, hiding your tears from the girls, and leave the house. You don't slam the door or throw one last comment Joel's way. You're sane enough to know not to put children in the crossfire of anything, let alone relationship problems.

Once you're at the curb outside of Joel's house, you let out a loud sob. Your hands shake as you pull your phone out of your pocket and hit the first number on speed dial. Ryan picks up on the third ring. The second he says your name, more tears fall down your face, and you feel like you can't breathe.

"What's going on?" He asks urgently, and you hiccup.

"Can you come get me, please? I don't... I can't go home. I don't want, fuck," you press your palm to your scorching forehead and try to force yourself to think. "I really need you."

"Stay where you are. I'm getting in the car now. Where are you?"

Ryan and Carolina hold your hands, rub your back, and offer you tissues as you tell them everything. The contract, the fake dates, the phone calls from Texas, New York, the girls, Melanie, Angela. Everything. They don't yell at you for lying about your relationship or blame you for what went down with Melanie. They just offer soft assurances that you're okay, and they love you. You cry through most of it, and they take turns holding you while you three sit at the dining room table.

You don't remember the last time you've cried this hard about anything. It feels like there's a gashing hole in your soul, and you're desperately trying to keep everything together so you don't lose it. And you want to blame it all on Joel because that would be easy—convenient. But you think that maybe this hole in you has always been there, and you've slowly been losing pieces of yourself without even realizing it. 

You think Melanie took a lot of it, pawning your shiniest pieces for brand new Range Rovers and Birkin’s. You think you left a bit here and there every time a director pushed you too hard, and you sat in your trailer for hours, staring at the wall and wondering how you could feel so disconnected from your own body. And you think that more was taken in every unwanted picture taken of you, in every headline talking about your appearance or lack of a partner, in every interview question that had nothing to do with your work as a trained actor. You want to go around Los Angeles with invoices, demanding that people give you back to yourself because how dare they take those pieces. You want to gather them in a box and try to fit them together again like a puzzle with bent and missing connections. You want your fucking life back, but it’s not yours anymore. It’s theirs. Maybe it always was.

"I'm so stupid," you whisper as you stare at your hands. Carolina wraps her arms around your shoulders and presses her cheek to yours, the smell of her floral perfume and Elizabeth's baby lotion surrounding you.

"You're not stupid. Not by a long shot, okay?" 

"God, why does this hurt so much? I feel like I'm dying."

"Because you love him," she says, like she didn't just destroy your world. You clench your jaw and try to stop yourself from crying more, but her soothing presence around you is enough for you to break. "You love him, and he loves you, and it's not enough to change anything."

"That's dismal." You try to laugh as you wipe at your eyes, and she nods. Ryan reaches across the table for your hand and holds it like it's fragile china.

"It's awful, and I wish I could take this pain from you. But, I swear to you, one day, you won't hurt like this. One day, you're gonna sing and dance again. You're gonna smile and laugh and make jokes again. You're gonna make beautiful art and fall in love with the way leaves fall, and you're gonna be okay." 

"How do you know?" You ask.

"Because I know you." 

Because I know you. Those four words scare you and make you grapple with the terrifying reality that they've seen the rotted parts inside you and still chose to love you. They remind you of how much you love them. They remind you of how much you love Joel, and it doesn't even matter because it will always end this way. It will always end this way, but it matters that the love was there. You wonder if it always will be. You wonder if one day you'll hear his song on the radio and be able to sing along. You wonder if he'll be able to see your movies. You wonder if supporting each other from afar is enough and decide that it has to be. There is no other choice. It will always end this way.

Carolina and Ryan let you sleep in the guest bedroom down the hall from them. The one that's always ready for you when you need it. The one with a pile of borrowed clothes with your name on it and the one with the soft sheets and extra quilts. You lay in the dark, your head throbbing with the weight of your tears, and you should be sleeping, but you're not. You're running through every single moment with Joel like you can will things to change. He fucked up. You both did. There are a million things you would change or take back, but Jesus Christ, were you happy. 

You shake the tears out of your eyes and reach for your phone, ready to mindlessly scroll through social media until you feel the tiniest bit better. However, your email inbox flashes with an unopened message before you can get to Instagram. You furrow your brows and open the app to see an email from Melanie. You open it out of habit and almost immediately sit up in bed.

From: Melanie Lundquist

Subject Line: Opportunity

Pike's assistant reached out since I'm your last manager on record. The role's written specifically for you, so it's yours, without a doubt. Don't say I never did anything for you.

-Mel

Attachment: THE_BEGINNING_OF_THE_END_R.PIKE

Richard Pike wrote you a role. An Oscar-winning producer wrote you a role. You immediately open the document and begin reading. You really should be asleep, especially after the day you've had with reshoots, but you can't stop devouring the words. It's about a young woman dealing with the survivor's guilt of living through a terrorist attack, mental health, and substance abuse issues. She's angry, sad, and hard to love at times, but she's also so fucking funny and caring. She's dynamic and heartbreaking and raw. She's everything you've ever wanted in a role. 

You stay up reading and crying over her story, feeling her pain so deep in your heart that it hurts. When you get to the end of the script, the sun is slowly rising, and you're almost certain that you'll die of dehydration, but you don't care. You find Pike's assistant's email address and tell her you need this role. Surprisingly, she writes back not even ten minutes later despite it being almost six in the morning.

Happy to hear it. Mr. Pike will produce the movie, but Mrs. Liliah Hanover will be directing and working with you directly. I will pass the message along to her team. Shooting begins at the beginning of next month in Ireland. The expected film time is six-twelve months, and housing will be provided upon arrival. Are you still interested?

For some reason, you type back a single, enthusiastic "yes!" before locking your phone and falling asleep for fifteen hours.

[henneseyhoe]

You deserve it.

Keith Powers x BLACK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS: rough sex, orgasm denial, SUB!keith, DOM!reader, overstimulation, no protection(wrap it df up, abortions are expensive), light choking, short, no plot.

Ps. I cannot see this man dominating me like idk lmfao. Also I said I wanted to see more fics where the males are submissive so imma be the one to get the ball REALLY rollin! This only the beginning of the nasty shit I be writing but I gotta test the waters first lmfao.

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“Can I please cum?” He begged, his brown freckled face stained with warm tears from the immense pain and pleasure he had endured for the passed 30 minutes. His hips were bucking weakly, and his thighs were burning with tire as he fought off the urge to cum all over the woman’s hands. She had him kneeling in between her legs on their shared bed with his arms restrained behind his back, forcing him to get the pleasure of staring at her wet pussy, but not being able to touch or taste as she jerked his dick at any pace she pleased.

She felt his dick twitch twice in her hand, making her slow down her strokes and focus on the base of his dick, moving her hand up and down, but avoiding his tip to make sure he didn’t bust before she wanted him to. “Don’t you dare. Don’t you fuckin’ cum yet” she spoke in a dominant tone. Though the way she reiterated her demands were aggressive, but all he heard was the sounds of his erratic breathing in his ears. the grip she had around his dick told him not to fuck with her, and do what she said. He complied. That grip told him she definitely meant what she said too. He only replied back in whimpers, his bruised hips attempting to back away from the woman’s movements. “Stop moving” she demanded, shifting herself to sit up and grab the boy by his throat, gripping tightly.

This could have been enough to make him bust all over her, staining her navy blue thong with loads of his essence, but he knew there would be hell to pay if he chose to let loose just yet. With a slacked jaw, he attempted to stop running from the overstimulation, but every time her fingers grazed over his sensitive tip, he couldn’t help but to groan out loud, pulling at the belt that bound his hands and arms behind his back.

She loved seeing him this way. All the work she put in to break him into the sub he should have been from the start, he deserved everything she gave him for being so damn difficult. To be fair, he had never thought he’d be in this position. Kneeling before someone who had considered herself superior as she did what she wanted to him, whether it pleasured him or not was up to her. He had his moments where he wanted to take control for once and fight back, but he’d always end up on the bottom again.

But what could he say? The woman was persuasive, and she maneuvered like a camouflaged snake, smooth and seamless. She was baby oil slick. She was so convincing that she could probably sell water to a fish, or maybe venom to a cobra.

“You wanna cum?”

“Yes, ma’am! Please…” he shouted, his voice going back down to a whisper as it cracked from lack of moisture in his throat. he swallowed and took a deep breath, bracing himself.

“You can’t, baby” she shook her head and pouted.

“I want to”

“You can’t” she cooed.

He threw his head backwards and whined, his abs tightening as he fought off his release. “Please? please, lemme cum? I promise I’ll do whatever else you want me to do” He begged, his demeanor gradually softening. he felt humiliated by how he’d have to ask to do things other men would willingly do without asking their partner. Some wouldn’t even care if their lovers finished after the fact.

Keith, on the other hand, didn’t have that privilege. If she didn’t finish, then neither did he. If he finishes and she doesn’t, then she’ll keep going till she does, and maybe even long after that if she feels like it.

“You said that last time. That’s not enough” she shook her head.

“Please, please, please!” he begged and whined, his head jerking and throwing back with every electrifying touch.

-

“You love this pussy, baby?”

“I love this pussy” his low lidded eyes sparkled at the sight of her.

“You fuckin’ love this pussy” she moaned, nodding.

“I fuckin love this pussy” He repeats before his jaw drops and his head falls back into the pillows. She rode him like a wild stallion, her hips wildly bucking and swiveling on top of him. He had tears in his eyes, threatening to spill onto his cheeks once again.

“You like it when I use you, baby? Huh?”

“Yes” he struggled to say through clenched teeth, her hands now back on his throat, restricting him from normal airflow. Her head tilted slightly with a look forming on her face, showing disapproval. His response was informal.

“Yes what?” she pressed, purposely clenching her pussy around him tighter just to see the look on his face.

“Yes—yes ma’am” he breathed, trying with all his might to not touch the woman. His hands were untied by now and all he wanted to do was burry himself inside of her with his own pace that wasn’t aimed to tease.

“Yeah, you love it when I use you like the slut you are, hm?”

He nods, his eyes rolling back into his skull as his chest reached for the heavens, his back arched as far as it would go. He gripped the sheets with his hands, the veins in his fists becoming more prominent. He felt like his soul was being pulled directly out of his body. He had never felt a more exhilarating sensation in any of his prior relationships.

“Go ahead and cum, baby. I feel it. You deserve it” his face was hopeful, lighting up with those words repeating in his head.

“I deserve it?” He asks for reassurance, not fully believing it wasn’t a trick since she loved to play with his feelings, and often.

“You deserve it”

[melodramaschild]

Hello, Could I just request a short little dialogue or headcannon thingy about poly!wolfstarchaser x reader in which the reader makes self-deprecating jokes about themselves casually. Just how the boys would react to that

Hii, I’m so sorry that it took me so long and I’m sorry that it’s so short </3 would you like to have a longer version?

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘

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Warnings: SFW, angst, crying, soft Sirius, Y/n been through a lot

Let me know if I forgot anything

Words count: 1 027

Pairing: moonstarchaser x reader

Read me: If you see any mistakes, please let me know. English isn’t my first, not even second, language and reminding me of some mistakes would help a lot. Also, feel free to reblog.

PS: I hid 3 songs in this, guess which ones

At first they would laugh at it. It was just a silly little joke. Everyone makes jokes about themselves too.

But as time goes on, jokes are still the same topic, some of those jokes are worse and taste like poison in their ears and a sad truth in your mouth.

“You know.” Remus starts. “I’m actually worried about them. At first it was a joke… like the joke that you’re supposed to brush it off but now I’m really worried about their mental health.” He finishes his speech and his boyfriends agree.

“You know.” Remus starts. “I’m actually worried about them. At first it was a joke… like the joke that you’re supposed to brush it off but now I’m really worried about their mental health.” He finishes his speech and his boyfriends agree.

“You know.” Remus starts. “I’m actually worried about them. At first it was a joke… like the joke that you’re supposed to brush it off but now I’m really worried about their mental health.” He finishes his speech and his boyfriends agree.

So when you make self-deprecating jokes again the next time, they don’t laugh.

Suddenly the silence is too loud and none of them are laughing. The venom is poisoning them again, maybe even more than it is poisoning you.

You turn around, asking why they’re not laughing but their faces are twisted in worries. There’s no sign that they’re going to laugh about that soon.

“We need to talk.” Remus starts and James brings you to his side on a couch.

You get nervous, palms sweating and heart beating faster, suddenly the room feels very hot and you feel like an ice cube.

“Y-yeah, what’s w-wrong?” You stutter out, your mind and not a single cell in your body are ready for any conversation that starts with “We need to talk.”

“Why are you like that?” James blurts out, not even realising that this might not be the right way of asking.

“Excuse you?” you look up at him and Remus’ and Sirius’ shocked expression.

“No, James! Not like that!” Remus swats his arm. “Don’t mind him, darling,” Remus excuses his behaviour. “We just meant to ask… is everything okay? Are you okay?” he asks, slowly and carefully. Like he wants you to understand every tiny little word behind his questions.

“Well, yeah, of course I’m okay.” You laugh nervously, you shrug with yourself and bury yourself further into the couch.

“But why do you talk about yourself like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like when you tell jokes about yourself. They’re… they make us kind of worry about you.”

“It’s alright, they’re just jokes.” You shrug and wave with your hand, trying to brush it off.

“Ych, that’s not true.” Remus scoffs, brows knitted together. Like when he reads a book and tries to understand how Oscar Wild could be gay and give no life into his books, unbelievable.

And Remus is right. It’s not true and you know it.

You know that you need to hide your self hate behind jokes because if you would need to be honest with yourself, honest with yourself to others, you would break. You’re fragile like a bomb and one honest talk would made you cry and wail and throw up and having runny nose for another two days.

It was your power to keep yourself shut. And it was their power to unlock all of your locks.

Sirius takes your hand in his. His hand is quite cool, but when he wraps his fingers around you, you can’t help but feel warm chills running through your body. That’s his power. Making you feel his simple touch all over you.

His thumb moves softly up and down on the back of your hand.

“You know,” he starts, so carefully. Which is rare when he talks about feelings. He’s trying, trying to be careful with you and his boyfriends because he realised months ago that being quiet and angry won’t get him anywhere.

He was so careful, oh so careful with your fragile hand in his.

He is searching for words in his head, perhaps he is lost in your teary eyes. He hates seeing your cry, it breaks his heart into pieces when you cry. No matter if it was from happiness or sadness. He made himself a promise that he will make you and his boyfriends happy.

You eye him, wait for his next words. A wave of excitement and nervousness washes over you.

“You need to work on yourself with this one.” He starts, honestly. His fingers tighten his grip around yours, in a comfortable manner, to make you feel safe.

“You’re not stupid and ugly and useless.” His two other boyfriends are listening to him, their bodies tightening with nervousness too.

“Sometimes people make mistakes and that’s okay, you don’t need to be perfect.” Sirius explains, taking your other hand into his, he desperately needs you to listen to him. James hooks his arm around shoulders, his fingertips ghosting over your shoulder, watching your teary eyes from the side.

“Just because you wrap it into a joke doesn’t mean that it’s not mean. Sometimes people aren’t funny, they’re just mean.” Sirius says. And you realise.

The sudden realisition washes over you. Like wild waves would wash over a ghost on a shore.

A breath caughts in your throat, it sounds like some dying animal and tears threaten to spill on your hot cheeks.

You realise that you were your biggest enemy.

You weren't with your hateful family or schoolmates anymore. They made you think like that, yes. But now you are free and everything is in your own hands.

You kept yourself believing that you were all those bad things that they made you into. But that was far away from the truth. And you realise that you were on your own, you always have been.

Even with the help from your boyfriends.

You were the one who could set you free or hold you like a hostage more.

They can’t help you until you allow them.

“Are you alright?” One of your boyfriends asks, his voice sounds muffled.

It was you.

It is you.

You are the killer and healer.

But you know that the killer didn’t understand.

[fxckmiup]

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐭. 𝟒

Genre: ♡ Fluff | ♤ Angst | ♞ Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Unrequited/requited love, yelling, mean Wanda, mean Yelena, if there's anything else please let me know.

Pairing: AU Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Nothing hurts more than falling in love with your best friend.

Words: 6,395

PS. I've tagged everyone on my taglist but most of y'all can't be tagged.

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Wanda Maximoff

"What do you mean she left?" Wanda asks Yelena who stepped past her sister and Steve to get closer to the brunette.

"She left because of you," the younger Russian repeats with venom laced in her tone. Bucky gets up from his spot on the couch and steps in front of Yelena to stop her from coming any closer to Wanda.

"Yelena, don't," Bucky warns to which the blonde scoffs at. "Don't what? Tell her the truth? Because that played out well so far, didn't it?"

"You know it isn't just about her. You're looking for someone to blame and maybe she's partially at fault but it doesn't mean you get to dump all your resentment towards her," Bucky tells her. If it was anybody else who dare speak to her in such a way, they probably would have gotten a slap right across the face. But it was Bucky, who was the only person besides Natasha and Y/n who she allowed to speak to her in such a way.

Yelena rolls her eyes before crossing her arms over her chest, looking up at the man who's standing in her way to rip the Sokovian a new one and if he thinks he can stop her then he's a fool.

"My resentment towards a certain Sokovian in this room isn't just about today. It's about everything she's done, directly or indirectly to Y/n in the last year. If Kate, who's the most oblivious out of all of us, can pick out the number of times Y/n got hurt by the Sokovian then Wanda should at least know that her actions towards her so-called best friend were impacting her in a negative way. And ultimately, if Y/n was to listen to anyone telling her to stay it would have been Wanda she'd listen to but Wanda did the opposite, didn't she? She pushed and prodded Y/n so much that Y/n felt as if this was the best decision for all parties. So no. I will not spare Wanda Maximoff my damn resentment because she deserves it." Yelena lays out as if the brunette wasn't in the same room as her.

Yelena sidesteps Bucky and walks up to Wanda getting up to her face, to which the brunette didn't stand back from.

"You're a fool," Wanda swallows at Yelena's bitter quiet but strong words. "And I don't know what she ever saw in you," Yelena tried to walk past her with an aggressive bump of their shoulders but Wanda grabs Yelena's bicep tightly before she can walk further.

The room goes eary quiet and no one knows what to say. Yelena glances at Wanda's grip and Natasha takes a cautious step toward the two while the rest watch in anticipation of what's to come next.

Wanda's mind is reeling. Y/n left. She's gone and she didn't even get a proper goodbye. Just like that, she disappeared into thin air.

"A walk? Anyone?" Kate suddenly throws out in the air after fidgeting uncomfortably through the silence.

"Get your hand off of me," Yelena dangerously warns Wanda but the brunette only stares at the side of her face. After a long few seconds of nothing, Natasha takes another step closer after noticing Yelena fisting her hands.

"You're wrong," Wanda spits out evenly in a low tone but clear enough for everyone to pick up on while she lets go of Yelena's arm.

"Oh yeah? About what?" Yelena turns around to come face to face with the brunette once again.

"She wouldn't have listened to me," Wanda shrugs nonchalantly but it was clear in her face that she was only trying to hide her anger.

"You're more stupider than I thought," Yelena throws out shaking her head in disbelief.

"And why is that, Yelena? You're here all up on my face, but you truly don't know shit," Wanda spits out, accenting her remark with a slight head tilt.

"If I were you, I'd shut up," Yelena growls at the brunette as she closes the gap between them, chest touching, nose flaring, and eyes sending daggers to the other. "Years, Wanda. Years she had to sit back in pain watching you. Years of her sacrificing everything for you. Years of making sure you were always happy. Years of putting you before her. And how did you pay her back? How did you show her your appreciation? By forgetting your traditions? Traditions that y'all have done for years. Traditions that Y/n made sure she was to never miss, cancelling everything and everyone just to make sure she made it to you."

Yelena takes another harsh step forward resulting in her chest pushing Wanda back a few steps but this display of aggression didn't falter Wanda's stance. "You forgot her at the roof. You forgot your brunch dates. You forgot Y/n's second birthday," now that last one knocked Wanda's breath out of her chest.

"She got you that stupid fucking dark hold book. She saved up her paycheques to make sure she got you that damn book but she sacrificed all that and gave Vision the credit because why? Because she wanted to see that stupid ass smile on your face. And after all that, you still continue to forget about her. You're a selfish asshole who doesn't care about anything and anyone around her but herself. She fucking worshipped where you fucking walked and you choose to continue to be oblivious, making out with your stupid little boyfriend in front of her whenever you can. She wanted to get away from you! It's because of you why she fucking left!" Yelena yells bringing her hands up to push the sokovian's shoulders back and at this point everyone was on their feet, ready to stop a fight from happening.

To everyone's surprise, Wanda catches both Yelena's wrists before she got pushed back and she ends up pushing the younger Russian back instead. "You think you know shit?!" Wanda yells and as if the tables were turned, it was now the brunette who charges forward the Russian.

"Okay miss knows it all, did you fucking know that I did confess my feelings to her this morning?!" Wanda throws out and the revelation earns a gasp from anyone. "Did you know that she claims that she fucking loves me back but when I asked her to stay and she still chose to fucking leave?!"

Yelena shakes her head in denial with a frown on her face, "Y/n wouldn't have said no to you."

"Well, then I guess you don't know Y/n as well as you thought you do, huh?" Wanda chuckles dryly, "all this time you thought she'd sacrifice it for me? All this time you thought she'd pick me, yet here she is, gone after I confessed to her that I'm fucking in love with her. I offered to go with her Yelena and she fucking told me no. She told me she didn't want me."

Wanda steps up to Yelena's face, "get it through your head that Y/n didn't choose me. Get it through your head that Y/n still chose to leave."

Yelena being Yelena, always wanting to get the last word in, doesn't back down. With an all-calm voice, Yelena says, "in that case, good for her. She's finally putting herself before you after years of putting you before her. It's time you do the same."

...

Wanda comes stumbling through her door at half past 2 am, "fuck you, fuck you, I hate you. I never want to see you ever again Y/n," the brunette yells to her phone.

"That's enough," Natasha says making herself known to the brunette who jumps at her voice. "Who let you in here?" Wanda asks confused as she slams her front door with her back, leaning on it for support right after. Natasha wonders for a second how this Sokovian hasn't gotten any noise complaints from her neighbours, as this scene has happened almost every day since Y/n left three weeks ago.

"I have a spare key to your apartment remember?" Natasha lightly reminds her, knowing that Wanda probably won't even remember this by the morning as she complains about a killer hangover.

Natasha walks over to the nearly blacked-out drunk brunette before quickly taking her phone and hanging up on Y/n. "Hey! I wasn't done yelling at her," Wanda yells as she tries reaching for her phone only to stumble forward and if it weren't for Natasha catching her, she would have planted face first to the ground resulting in an ugly bruise on her face.

"Yeah well, I said you're done. Bed," Natasha orders while she helps the brunette to her room. "You know that key was only for emergencies," Wanda mumbles and stumbles to her room despite Natasha's support.

"And you being out past 1 am a Wednesday getting close to blacked-out drunk is an emergency. This can't go on for any longer Wanda, this is unhealthy." Natasha reprimands her.

"Blame your sister for kissing me, leaving me, and breaking my heart," Wanda says before she falls on her bed and not even a second later knocks out. Natasha grumbles before she starts helping Wanda into comfier clothing.

...

"Where is Wanda?" Sam asks the group whilst starting the hand out of barbequed hotdogs to the group for their monthly friends' reunion.

"Late as per usual," Yelena mumbles as she squirts hot sauce all over her hotdog.

"Have you talked to her?" Bucky asks. "No."

"Yelena it's been months since y'all went at it with each other. You should just sit and talk because this is getting ridiculous," Bucky scolds her.

"Well then she can come to me and talk if she wants to talk," Yelena says as she rolls her eyes while Natasha shakes her head at her younger sister.

"You know she won't do that. Plus, what you did was uncalled for," Steve comments fitting the description of being the peacekeeper of the group.

"She asked for it," Yelena shrugs which earns a glare from the peacekeeper himself and before Steve can answer, Sam's front door opens revealing Wanda.

"Holy shit, what did you do?" Tony asks loudly which gets everyone's attention. Wanda shrugs "what's the rite of passage?" Wanda asks Sam who's hosting this month's reunion. "Jello-shot," he smiles cheekily before Wanda takes one of the cups and quickly downs it making a face once she tastes the straight Jello tequila.

"You dyed your hair red? Why?" Tony asks. "What you don't like it?" Wanda tilts her head with the question but Tony chooses stupid this time around and answers her rhetorical question. "No, I don't."

"Don't anger the beast," Sam says through a cough before walking away which makes Wanda rolls her eyes in annoyance.

That's Wanda for you who's been acting out since Y/n left a few months ago. The former brunette is now easily annoyed, easily angered, short fuse, and simply does not give a fuck about anything and anybody else.

"How's your dream job?" Steve asks instead, sensing the clear annoyance of the newly red-headed Sokovian. "Well it's my dream job, so I'm loving it a lot," Wanda says half sarcastically but sighs when she notices Steve's genuine curiosity. "It's going great, my manager is amazing, my colleagues are great, the company is great, and I'm truly having fun."

"That's what I like to hear," Pietro comments suddenly coming out of nowhere and ruffling up her nicely done hair which then earns him a big ole slap on the arm.

"So are you late from your pussy appointment?" Yelena says from the balcony door. "You know Yelena, maybe you need to schedule some sex appointment for yourself. I know people and you seem like you need to get laid," Wanda shoots out.

That's another thing Wanda started doing after Y/n left, one-night stands. It's almost rare for Wanda to get through a whole week without at least having two one-night stands. And no matter how many times she got scolded by her friends, she continues to do it to the point that no one says anything anymore.

"Yelena," Bucky says as a warning when he sees the blonde about to make another remark. Instead the Russian rolls her eyes at Bucky before stepping out the balcony to tend to the barbeque that was still cooking.

Natasha shakes her head at the two, something she's been doing a lot lately. "You two need to sort your shit out with each other. It's getting old," she comments as she passes the Sokovian on her way to the kitchen.

"Enough of that, shots anyone?" Tony yells through the apartment.

"Can I do a chaser?" Kate asks and Clint pats her back with a chuckle, "oh Kate."

"Is that a yes?" Kate stutters out.

...

A few weeks passed since the last friends' reunion and Wanda is currently doing a deep clean of her apartment when she comes across an envelope underneath her bed. She furrows her eyebrows wondering what could be inside the envelope, she turns it over to come face to face with her name nicely written on the front of the envelope.

She freezes immediately knowing whose penmanship that was from. Her frown grows trying to remember when she could have possibly received a letter from Y/n and as she was about to open the envelope, a knock comes booming on her front door. She jumps at the sound and drops the envelope to the ground.

She picks up the envelope contemplating if she should throw it out or actually open it but before she can even make a decision another set of knocks comes through her front door.

"I'm coming!" she yells out before quickly placing the envelope on her bedside table. She makes her way to the door and looks through the peephole only to come face to face with one of the people she did not expect to be standing in front of her door.

Wanda opens the door with a puzzled look on her face, "Yelena?"

"Hi."

...

Y/n Y/l/n

Y/n sighs heavily once she steps through her front door, she drops her purse and keys on the table by the door before locking it behind her. Her first week at her job was a whirlwind of many emotions and she's starting to think that maybe she should start investing in a therapist.

Y/n was absolutely thrilled to be starting her dream job but it was hard for her to celebrate that win with how everything went down back home. A part of her feels guilty for leaving her friends, scratch that, her family and she's honestly been feeling some intense waves of homesickness but that's something she'd never tell her friends since she feels she doesn't have the right to feel those.

Then let's not mention how everything with Wanda had gone down. That was not how she planned to tell the Sokovian of her feelings and she feels like a dick for not further explaining herself. But then again, the letter that she had left for the Sokovian should explain everything going through her head, that's if Wanda reads it.

On top of that, Sam had face-timed her the day after she landed to tell her what had gone down at the party after she left. He told her how Wanda and Yelena went at it and how everyone was sure someone was walking away with some sort of injury, but gladly no one did.

Y/n wanted to call Yelena or Natasha right after that but she felt that maybe, letting them call her when they were ready is a better option. She's sure that the sisters are probably upset with her for not telling them about the revelation that had happened between her and Wanda that day. So ultimately, she decided that she'll let them cool off and wait till they call her instead.

A week later, Y/n finally gets a facetime call from Yelena. Y/n reaches over to mute her TV while answering the facetime call, "hello sestra," Y/n answers with a smile.

"I'm mad at you," Yelena says and Y/n's smirk grows a little, "I know that you are."

"Well I was, I'm over it now," Yelena deflates with a pout. "Although now that I'm not mad, I'm hurt that you didn't tell me."

Y/n sighs a little and takes a sip of her red wine, "I'm sorry Yelena. There was so much going on in my head that day, you knew that. Plus, whatever happened between Wanda and I was not my intention at all. I went there and before I can even try to confess about my leave, she blurted out about her feelings and then I followed after," she explains scratching her eyebrows.

"She started kissing me but I had to cut it off to tell her about the job. And it was just all shitty. And everyone was sad, and I was sad, and I knew that if I let myself process and feel everything, there would be a great chance of me not following through with my decision. So it was poker face until I was up in the air where I didn't have the chance to turn around."

Y/n bites her lips looking at Yelena softly, "I'm sorry that I didn't have it in me to tell you or Natasha. To be honest with you, I'm just coming around to accepting and understanding what actually went down that day."

"Hey, it's okay. I completely understand that. I don't blame you really, but a heads up would have been nice," Yelena mutters the last part but Y/n still heard it and started laughing. "Heads up before you ripped her apart at the party?"

Yelena groans, "she was asking for it! And she just pushed all the right buttons so it all came out. It's fine, I still got the last words." Y/n chuckles at that, "of course you did. Where's Nat?"

"She's at work. She'll be home in half an hour, don't worry, she's not mad at you anymore."

"Oh thank god for that."

...

"You know what, I'm glad you aren't here. I'm glad you left. I never want to fucking see you again, you're parents were right about you, you know?! I can't believe I spent so many years trying to tell you otherwise when they were right all along!" Wanda yells through the phone and Y/n stares at the phone on the coffee table, that's been left on speaker.

This was the third week into Y/n moving away and these types of calls happened almost every night. Y/n knows that she could easily ignore it and not pick it up, but it's Wanda, how can she not? So she sits through a 30-minute to an hour-long phone call every night where Wanda just yells at her. Y/n can tell how drunk Wanda really is during every phone call, she's 99.9% sure that Wanda has never called her sober these last few weeks. It makes Y/n question if the brunette even remembers these phone calls.

Y/n can hear Wanda stumbling through a door, "fuck you, fuck you, I hate you. I never want to see you ever again Y/n," the brunette yells to her phone yet again.

"That's enough," she hears Natasha say and she can only guess how surprised the brunette was. "Who let you in here?" Wanda asks seemingly confused as Y/n hears the door slam shut. At least Y/n can now relax a bit knowing Wanda made it home safely.

"I have a spare key to your apartment remember?" Natasha lightly reminds her. Y/n hears some shuffling on the other side of the phone before the line cuts off. Y/n turns on her back, staring up at the ceiling and letting out a loud sigh.

Y/n almost booked a flight ticket after the third drunken call Wanda made to her, she was ready to come back and make this all better knowing that she could. But she thought about the real deep reasoning as to why she even took this job in the first place.

It was never about the title or the company and it was never about anything anyone ever guessed. Y/n took the job to prove her parents wrong. Y/n moved across the country to prove to herself that what was engraved in her mind was never true and it would never be her reality. Wanda had helped Y/n all these years to start believing that she was not what her parents told her she was. But now hearing Wanda say that she believed her parents were right all along was a massive knife struck through her heart.

This proves to her that she was never enough for Wanda and she definitely would never be if she had decided to stay in New York. Y/n took the opportunity to turn her life around and prove to everyone, her parents, herself, and especially Wanda, that she can do it. She can reach more than the limitations her parents had put around her, she's enough, and she's worth it.

...

"Boo!" Y/n yells and clutches her chest while she shuts her eyes tightly. She can hear muffled laughing in front of her from a pair of familiar-sounding voices. Y/n tries to get her breathing in a normal pattern once again but the stressful week she just had at work did not help.

All she wanted to do was to come home, have a glass, or two, or maybe a full bottle of wine while she binges on Friends. But from the sound of it, that won't be happening tonight.

She opens her eyes and sends daggers at the two people who almost caused her to have a heart attack. Y/n closes her front door behind her and locks it before throwing her keys toward the two who were on the ground dying of laughter, "you idiots!"

"You should have seen your face," Yelena laughs out loud while Pietro nods in agreement. "Damn it, why didn't we record that," add Yelena who was laying on the floor wiping her tears.

"Actually, I'm smarter than you so I did record it and it will be sent to the group chat ASAP," Pietro smirks over at Yelena and Y/n only groans in response. "Don't you dare send that, I swear to god," Y/n threatens while she puts her purse down and takes her shoes and coat off.

"What? You're going to yell like you just did?" Pietro mocks and it sends Yelena into another fit of laughter. "Ha ha ha, you're so funny really. I'm dying," Y/n deadpans.

"What are you two doing here anyway? And how the hell did you even get in my apartment?" Y/n asks while making her way to the kitchen to check what she can make for dinner.

"We have our ways. Plus, we're here because it's been 6 months since we last saw you and from the looks of it, you weren't going to initiate inviting us over so we took matters into our own hands," Yelena explains smugly making Y/n roll her eyes while trying to refrain from smiling at her friend's thoughtfulness.

"A heads up would have been nice," Y/n says in faux annoyance. "Well then it wouldn't be a surprise and we wouldn't have caught that amazing video," Pietro throws back.

...

"Dang, that was so good. Since when did you get good at cooking?" Pietro says before he slouches back on his chair, chewing his last bite. Y/n chuckles as she wipes her mouth with a napkin, "how rude. I've always been good at cooking. But I guess I really started branching out with my cooking here. There's really nothing else I can do so," Y/n finishes with a shrug right before she picks up her glass of wine.

"Which by the way, you never talk about. So how is it really? Do you like it here? Do you see yourself staying here?" Yelena asks, now turning her full attention on her sister-like best friend.

Y/n swallows her wine as well as the nerves that those questions brought her. This was something she's been heavily thinking about for the last months. Was this a place she want to be growing old in? She made a couple of friends from work but this place never made her feel at home the way New York did. Y/n felt as if she was truly only here for work and nothing else. She comes home, makes dinner, relaxes, showers, then bed, and this has been her routine since day one.

Y/n's half-year check-in with her bosses is coming up and so this has been something that she's been asking herself. But as much as she wants to be as truthful as she can be with her friends and family, she knows that she has to pick and choose her words carefully because it's detrimental that she makes this decision on her own.

"I mean, it doesn't feel like back home. I'll tell you that," she chuckles dryly. Her cryptic response makes Yelena narrow her eyes at her, "care to elaborate?" the blonde Russian tries.

"New York is home, it always was and it will always be, you know?" Y/n shrugs swallowing her emotions down, "I don't know anyone here, my friends and my family are back home. It still needs some time getting used to."

"So why not go back home?" Y/n sends Yelena a pointed look before getting up and gathering their plates together. "No, I'm serious. If you feel like you have a horrible life here, then why not just go back home? You have 6 months of experience in this position under your belt, I'm sure it'll be easy for you to get the same position with another amazing company that could possibly be in New York." Pietro was the one who sends Yelena a look this time around.

"First, I never said my life was horrible here. Second, it's not that easy," Y/n replies as she busies herself with filling up the dishwasher.

"How can it not be that-" Yelena tries but Y/n cuts her off sharply, "Yelena. Are you here to pester me about this or are you here to spend some true time with me?"

Yelena sighs almost guiltily, "the latter."

"So drop it."

...

"Oh my god, Yelena," Y/n groans as she drops her body on the couch while the blonde whines for a second before knocking out. Pietro laughs behind them while he shakes his head, "Miss Yel over here thinking she can outdrink us both. Ridiculous."

"I told you not to challenge her, idiot," Y/n says as she starts taking Yelena's shoes off and Pietro passes her some sweats for Y/n to change the Russian into. Pietro shrugs before turning around to give the two some privacy, "that's what she gets for challenging me first."

Y/n can't help but chuckle lightly, remembering how Yelena went all up on their faces saying she can outdrink them both combined, "you're so mean."

"This might be a wake-up call for Miss Yel," Pietro jabs again before going into the bathroom to change and get ready for bed himself.

It was the end of the first week of their vacation and Y/n felt bad that she had been way too busy during the week with work that she couldn't take them out anywhere. Therefore, Y/n decided that a night out in the city this Saturday would be nice and it'll be her way to finally show the two around her current city.

Natasha had called them in the middle of the week right before she purchased her plane ticket to come to Seattle for the remainder of Yelena's and Pietro's stay. The redhead told them that she was too jealous of the thought of the two being with Y/n so she impulsively asked for a week off of work to come and visit, then she'll come to fly back to NYC with Thing 1 and Thing 2.

The redheaded Russian will be landing tomorrow, Sunday, and Y/n only hopes that Yelena does not have a nasty hangover in the morning since they all have to wake up at 6 am to pick up Natasha from the airport. Although, they can always leave Yelena to sleep while they pick up Natasha.

Y/n is truly considering leaving the two at home while she goes and picks up her other Russian sister, maybe a time alone with them two would be nice, Yelena surely needs more time to rest. And that was the plan of action she decided on right before she floated to dreamland.

The next morning, Y/n slips out of her apartment at 5:45 am without waking anybody else up. She stops to grab some coffee before she starts her drive to pick her sister up, she didn't have to wait for long before Natasha came rushing out of the airport into her arms.

"Oh my god, I missed you so much," Natasha mumbles into Y/n's hair as she hugs her sister tightly. The moment was so touching that they both couldn't help but get teary, "I missed you so much more," Y/n mumbles back to her.

Natasha then slaps the back of Y/n's shoulder lightly with an accompanying teary chuckle, "then you should call more or better yet come fly out to see me asshole."

Y/n pulls away with her own watery chuckle as she wipes her face, "trust me if I could find time to fly out to you-you know I would in a heartbeat."

Natasha narrows her eyes at her before sighing in contentment, "I know you would. Fuck, come here." Natasha pulls her into another tight hug and after a few minutes they eventually drove off.

"So where are Thing 1 and Thing 2?" Natasha asks while she sips on Y/n's coffee making the latter roll her eyes playfully. "Well, I've been busy all week that I haven't been able to show them around so I thought a night out in the city last night would have been nice. It was an amazing night until Yelena ran her mouth and started stating how she can outdrink Pietro and I combined."

Natasha laughs in disbelief, "let me guess, Pietro told her she can't and they challenged each other."

"Uh huh and about two hours later, Yelena was blacked out drunk that I had to carry her back to the apartment," Y/n states as she shakes her head.

"And Pietro was basically acting sober?" Y/n nods at Natasha's guess. "What an idiot," Y/n couldn't help but laugh.

The two catch up with what's been going on in their personal lives as they drive to Y/n's apartment and Y/n was thankful that she ultimately decided to pick Natasha up on her own. This is what she needed, just normal friends catch up. No teasing, no innuendo, and she knows those types of comments will eventually come throughout the week but she's happy that it isn't how this reunion had started.

The redhead knows enough not to push on particular topics and she knows when the right moments are when to do so. Y/n is equally close with everyone in their friend group, but she does confine in Natasha in more detail including her actual emotional state regarding certain subjects. Natasha was someone Y/n knows she never has to hide from, someone she knows she can truly be 100 percent honest with and not feel like she ever has to walk on eggshells with.

...

Wanda Maximoff

"Pietro, you ready yet?" Wanda asks annoyingly as she knocks at her bathroom where her brother has been getting ready for the last hour. "What does a man have to do in the washroom to get ready for this long?"

Pietro suddenly opens the door with a smug face, "beauty takes time sestra, but it's okay I know you wouldn't know."

Wanda's jaw drops and watches as Pietro walks away from her, "excuse you little shit. Honestly, you've been hanging out with Yelena way too much. She's rubbing off on you."

Pietro chuckles, "I mean we did just get back from vacation so."

The twins start walking out of Wanda's apartment to the elevator, "oh yeah, where did y'all go again?"

"Visited Y/n," Pietro says nonchalantly as he walks into the elevator. The silver-haired man watches as his twin freezes for a moment and only snaps out of it when the doors started to close. Wanda squeezes in right before it closes, "you what?"

"Yelena and I went and visited Y/n for two weeks and Nat joined us for the second week and then the three of us flew back together." Pietro subtly watches his sister's reaction.

"Cool cool," Wanda mutters and Pietro raises an eyebrow, "cool?"

"Yeah, cool." Wanda says with a bite in her tone. "Okay," Pietro shrugs and exits out first once the doors were open again.

Wanda follows her brother while she tries to get a hold of her emotions. She's jealous at the fact that her other friends and her brother got to visit Y/n, meaning that they've been in constant contact with her while Wanda herself hasn't heard anything in months; and she wasn't about to be the one to reach out first.

Although, simultaneously she was still mad at Y/n for breaking her heart and a part of her just don't want to hear about her again. But underneath it all, she knows she just misses her ex-best friend truly.

Wanda never uttered a word again after that until the twins were walking to their parent's grave. It was the twins' parents' death anniversary and every year they come here to celebrate in the first half of the day. It felt weird this year because Y/n usually goes with them to visit their parents since the Maximoff's treated her like they were their own.

"Who? What? Where did those come from?" Wanda asks confused after she spots the nicely decorated potted flowers all around the graves. The twins walk a bit closer and Wanda's confusion only grows tenfold, who put those here? She never ordered flowers for their parents. Pietro lays the bouquet of flowers they brought themselves alongside one of the beautiful potted ones.

"Y/n sent them over," Pietro says softly as he sits on the grass and Wanda's confusion only grows from there, furrowing her eyebrows so deeply that it might just give her a headache. "She what?"

"Come on sestra, just because she isn't in the city doesn't mean she had forgotten about them. You know how much she cares for them and vice versa," Pietro tells the redhead.

"I know, I just, I didn't-" Wanda stutters scratching her eyebrows. The redhead can not for the life of her form a proper sentence due to all of the emotions and feelings rushing around her brain.

"You didn't think she would because in your eyes she's a villain. Yeah, maybe that's something you need to reflect on," Pietro mutters with an eye-roll. He knows the true story. He knows what Y/n had said and how wrong Wanda misheard her. He also knows about the phone calls that Wanda had made drunkenly and all the contents that were said in them. He was going to yell at Wanda for what she said but he realized that she never remembered them the day after.

Pietro can easily tell Wanda about all these and hopefully straighten her up a bit, make her feel better, and not waste so much time hating someone for saying and doing something they never did. But the silver-haired man knows that wasn't his place to say, Y/n also doesn't know that Wanda doesn't remember the phone calls and she also doesn't know that Wanda had completely misheard and misunderstood what she said.

But again, that was their problem and something that they need to figure out together therefore Pietro had always kept his mouth shut although sometimes his sister pushes the wrong buttons like right now.

"Excuse me?" Wanda asks shocked. Pietro sighs shaking his head, this probably was not the time for this, "nothing. This is something we can talk about another time."

"No, tell me what you meant."

Pietro whips his head towards Wanda and the redhead almost stumbles backwards at the fire in his eyes, something that was very rare. "Wanda. We're here for our parents. I'm not going to sit here and converse about this in front of them. So no. We will not be talking about this right now."

Wanda gulps and stares at his brother for a few seconds before sitting down on the grass beside him.

"Remember the first time mama made us watch The Dick Van Dyke show?" Pietro asks her after a few minutes of silence having no trace of fire in his tone.

...

A year after Y/n left New York

Wanda was enjoying her cozy Saturday night in, having The Dick Van Dyke show playing as background noise while reading a book when she heard her phone ping a new message. She quickly glances at her phone to see a message from Yelena on their friends' group chat.

Wanda softly places her book down on her lap to reach over for her phone on the coffee table and her glass of wine. She takes a sip of her glistening white wine while she waits for her phone to unlock to show the message.

The white wine that she was in the middle of swallowing almost choked her when the message came into her view. Wanda reads:

Yel: Guess who we stumbled upon at the airport?

The redhead moves her eyes under the message and sees a clear picture of Y/n with her suitcase.

Y/n's back.

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Spring Nights

Pairing: Chan x nb!Reader

Summary: Chan needs a love potion and only you can get him one, but things don't quite go as planned.

Notes: This fic is a gift for Bee, @inkedtae !! Happy (very late I'm so sorry) holidays! This was for the clownracha secret santa fic exchange!! I apologize for this being a little late, complications happened but it's here now and I hope you love it <3 also this is the first time I've ever made a banner for a fic so that's fun!! :D

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Tags: Nonbinary reader, truth serums, magic au, love potions, arranged marriages, references to homophobia, royal au, pining, rough sex, biting, hickeys, oral sex, reader has a dick, slight dom/sub, nipple play, vibrators, grinding, face fucking, teasing, cum swallowing

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Ps: If you recognize the magic system I used here I love you so much (hint, it's from a queer book!)

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It is 3 o'clock at night, and there is someone at your door.

The rage that you feel as you drag yourself out of bed to answer it could burn a small forest, especially because your familiar, Felix, doesn't even flinch at the insistent knocking. His ears flick slightly, showing you that he's awake, he just doesn't care.

"Ungrateful brat," you mutter, yawning as you float down to the first level of your tower. You're met with the clicking of glass jars and knickknacks, as if they were greeting your arrival.

Your shop was small, but business was steady and you'd never had any issues with money. The kingdom at the bottom of the hill often requested your services, rerouting rivers or ensuring a plentiful harvest. In return, you got a portion of their crops and minerals, and of course money, though you had far less use for that.

It was a nice relationship, but it was not one that opened the opportunity for people to come visit you in the wee hours of the night.

"We are closed," You hiss, opening the door, only to stop dead in your tracks.

The man at your doorway is not just any farmer who's come to proposition you for fertilizer as you'd expected.

No, the man at your doorway is Prince Chan, heir to the throne of the kingdom you depended on.

Prince Chan, who you have very very quietly pined over for more than a year now.

And you are in nothing but sweatpants, scowling.

"I know, I'm so sorry! I just- this is really urgent, and I didn't know who else to go to!"

You straighten up, trying not to look so messy. A small part of you is still protesting that he's in your home at 3 am and you had every right to not be put together, but still. Chan was a prince, and he wasn't a pompous asshole, so you decide to show him some respect.

"I- Yes, of course. What do you need, your majesty?"

Felix finally shows himself, padding down to brush against your ankles, and then against Chan's mud stained boots. His fur shimmers as he does so, carefully repelling any filth that might have transferred over. You quickly scoop him up, both to keep him from running out and to preserve some of your modesty.

"Oh, you have a cat? He's so pretty!"

Felix purrs, leaning into his hand when Chan reaches out to pet him, which has absolutely no right being that cute.

"Yes, his name is Felix. He's my familiar, but back on the topic of why you're here?"

Chan nods, snapping out of the trance the kitten had placed him in.

"Right! Um, I need a love potion."

You deserve a Nobel Peace prize for not slamming the door in his face.

"What." You can't even hide the venom in your voice, and Felix leaps out of your arms.

Chan waves his hands around, trying to placate you, but it only serves to be more annoying.

"I promise it's not what you think! I know it's weird, but it really is urgent!"

"In what world is a love potion so urgent that you had to get here at 3 am?"

Chan sighs, desperate.

"I swear, I'll explain everything. I'll pay you double, triple the normal cost, just please help!"

You take a minute to actually look at Chan, his messy wet curls, soaked coat, and shaking form. Had he climbed the mountain without any sort of umbrella?

You grab his wrist and drag him inside, slamming the door behind him.

"Fuck, okay. Just sit still for a second, I'll get you a dry spell and I'll change. Play with Felix or something."

You take the stairs back up to your room, resisting the urge to scream as you throw on a sweater and pants. You don't do anything nice with your hair, just put it in a bun to keep it out of the way. You take your wand from it's case and allow yourself one quiet scream.

You're back downstairs in less than 2 minutes, and find Chan marvelling at how Felix's fur refuses to get wet or dirty.

"Oh, hey! This is amazing, is it a spell?" He's got this wide, dopey grin on his face, and you can't help but smile.

"Not my spell. My mentor gave him to me, and it's his magic."

Chan hums, standing up slowly, as if he could keep from dripping water everywhere if he didn't move very much. There's already a puddle at his feet, though, so you're not sure why he bothers.

"Rain rain go away!"

A burst of energy flows from your wand over to Chan, swirling around him. In just a second all the water has been wicked from him, leaving him and the floor perfectly dry.

"There. Come on, I take spell requests in the back room."

Chan blinks at you, and doesn't move.

You point to the gauzy curtain separating your workrooms from the main entrance, but Chan still doesn't move.

Did you break him?

"Uh. Your highness? Prince Chan?"

"Are your spells all... nursery rhymes?"

Oh.

You remember Minho's voice, low and patient as he taught you the basics of magic. "Words have power, my darling. The words we say carry magic in themselves, and words that many people have said carry even more."

You grab his wrist again so he walks while you explain.

"Some of them are. Phrases a lot of people say carry magic, like nursery rhymes for example."

"That's so cool! Wait, does that mean I can do it too?"

You push the curtain away and begin moving around the room, gathering basic ingredients you'll need for the potion.

"Unless you're a mage yourself, no. Can we get back on topic, please?"

"Right, of course."

You sigh, thankful to be back in familiar territory, even if the darkness outside creates a different atmosphere than you're used to. The room is lit only by candles, which creates a cozy feeling in the daytime, but now... Well.

"What do you need this potion for anyway?"

Chan shrinks into himself, refusing to meet your gaze.

"It's my mother. She wants me to get married, and she gave me 2 days to find someone I wanted to be with before she arranged a marriage with the princess of Phoenix Drop, but I hate her. She's evil, and I just know that if I marry her she'll ruin this kingdom! So I have to find someone."

You look over your shoulder to glare at him, "You're a prince. The prince. How on earth are you having trouble getting a wife? You hardly need a love potion for it."

Chan sits down on one of your cushions, squeezing himself into a ball.

"I don't want a wife." He whispers, like admitting to a crime, and you soften.

"Oh."

He straightens up, steeling his expression. "So, I need a love potion. I need to make myself fall in love with a woman, not make them fall in love with me."

Well. There's only so much you can do, when you hear something like that. However, trapping a man who's proved to be nothing but kind (if a little tactless) into a loveless marriage is not one of them.

"Love potions aren't miracles. That's not what they do. I'm sorry, but even if I gave you the best potion I could make, it wouldn't last. Not on you, anyway."

Watching Chan deflate like a popped balloon hurts a bit too much, so you turn back to your worktable.

He's silent for a long time, and you're just about to start consoling him when he raises his head, tightens his jaw, and balls his fists up.

"Make it anyway. I don't care if it's temporary, I just have to keep my kingdom safe."

You watch him, then. There's something deeply sad behind his eyes, like tears long since hidden away, and you have the strangest impulse to hug him.

But that would be absurd. It could get you thrown out of the kingdom, you're sure of it. So instead, you sigh and continue the potion.

"As you wish. It shouldn't take me long, just have a seat and wait."

Chan does just that, halfheartedly throwing a string around for Felix to chase, and you carefully ignore the feeling of eyes on your back, following your every move.

The potion bubbles on the stove, glowing a deep red, and you curse under your breath.

"Ah, your highness? Can you hand me that vial of lemongrass on the table?"

The potion can't be left alone even for a moment at this stage, and Felix didn't seem eager to move from his spot underneath the table.

"Oh, of course!" To his credit, Chan is quick.

He hands you the vial with shaking hands, though, and you look at him as you pour it in.

"Are you alright? If you're cold I can set up the fireplace."

Chan shakes his head and places his hands behind his back, as if he wasn't trembling from head to toe.

"No, I'm fine. I'm not cold."

You just stare at him, unblinking, and he cracks in record time.

"Okay, fine. I'm not cold, but- I just- you didn't react. Not really."

"React to what?"

You turn back to the pot, cutting the heat and reaching up for a glass bottle.

"I just told you I'm gay! And I'm the prince! That doesn't... I don't know, warrant any reaction?"

You sigh, opening the bottle. "I'm not homophobic, if that's what you're worried about. I don't care all that much. Hell, I wouldn't have much room to talk anyway."

Chan recoils so quickly you think you splashed him with the potion, but it's all safely in it's bottle.

"You're- wh- I mean, that's great!"

You can't help but laugh, leaning against the counter to face him properly.

"Yes Chan, I'm gay. Sort of. Gender doesn't matter to me, not even for myself. Now, how are we proceeding with this information?"

"I can't do anything with it."

There's something... Off in how he says it. Something soft, almost hopeful.

"What do you mean?"

Chan's ears go red, and his eyes fix on a point over your shoulder.

"I can't. It wouldn't be- I can't. Forget I said anything."

You were only joking, but now Chan seemed melancholy, and you couldn't stand for that.

"The potion's ready. Split it with the person you choose, and it will work. For whoever you pick it will likely be permanent, but for you... Expect a few years, tops."

You hand the bottle to him, reaching for a cork to seal it, and Chan shrieks.

You jump back as Chan drops the bottle, holding his hand, and watch in horror as the glass and all it's contents splash across the floor and all over him.

"Oh- Oh my god! Your highness, I'm so sorry! The bottle shouldn't have been hot, I- I really didn't mean to, gods I'm-"

You reach for your wand, hands shaking, wracked with guilt and fear, but stop dead in your tracks when Chan rips off his shirt.

It catches a candle you set on the counter and burns up into nothing but ash.

Your mouth moves on autopilot to clean up the potion while you put the pieces together.

The lemongrass should have cooled the potion down immediately, leaving it perfectly handleable, if a little warm.

It certainly shouldn't have been hot enough to make Chan shout like that, or drop the entire container.

"Chan? Are you... Okay?"

"Yes. I want you to buy me a new shirt."

He blinks, as if startled by his own words, and you resign yourself to being exiled the moment this is all over.

Fuck.

"Fuck."

You step forward and examine the vial Chan handed you, and sure enough the label says basil, not lemongrass.

"I... I think I made you a truth serum."

You rarely ever make them, and you've never made such a large batch. And Chan has all of it affecting him.

Fuck.

"Oh."

Chan grimaces and looks down at his hands, shifting from foot to foot.

"That's bad."

"Mhm."

You both stare at the glass still scattered on the floor, perfectly still, until Felix jumps onto the counter and hisses.

It breaks the awkward moment and you can't be more grateful for it, scooping him up and letting him ride on your shoulders as you sweep up the glass.

"You shouldn't be unsupervised like this. I've never made a truth serum that potent, and though it shouldn't have any bad effects it could still get you in trouble."

"I don't want to leave. I want to stay with you."

You nearly drop the broom, faltering a little at his bluntness. You really should be expecting it, but it still makes your heart pound.

"Well, that makes this very easy, then. Um... I'll make tea. Go have a seat, please." It's mostly just a way to get him and his fucking skin out of your sight for a minute so you don't burn up just like his shirt.

"Yes sir." The way he says it is almost teasing. Almost. It's just serious enough to make you gape at him as he walks through the curtain, pointedly not sitting down.

He traces his hands along all the furniture and knickknacks, reading every potion label, inspecting every orb. He's surprisingly delicate, likely used to treating things with care, so you don't make him stop. If he stays entertained like that, there's less chance of him spilling a secret of the castle. At least then you wouldn't be executed by morning.

You carry the tea tray into the main room, setting it on the coffee table and settling down on a cushion.

"Prince Chan, come get your tea."

He smiles at you, wide and sparkling, and you have to turn back to your tea so he doesn't see you blushing.

"Your ears turned really red. Mine do that too, when I'm embarrassed. Mother calls me "dumbo" because of it."

It's jarring, hearing such personal things in such a casual tone. It almost felt like you were good friends having tea, not virtual strangers who are both going to be in deep trouble when morning comes.

"Come get your tea, your highness. And- if you can, refrain from speaking."

"No," he says, sitting right next to you, pulling his teacup with him. Your shoulders touch, and his skin is so soft. You almost choke on the tentative sip you'd taken, and it doesn't go unnoticed. "I like talking to you, it's nice."

"It's- I enjoy it too, but you're just here for a potion, which I'll remake properly once you work this out of your system."

Chan hums, and then, like the cat currently curled up at your feet, nuzzles his face into your neck.

This has to be some sort of fever dream, right? The prince, next in line to be king, is nuzzling against your neck and pressing kisses there.

The king who also happens to be gay, and shirtless, and under a truth serum.

You shoot up so fast you almost trip, rushing up the stairs with an excuse of finding him a shirt.

It's not really a lie, you do dig through your closet and find him a shirt, though it lies discarded on your bed as you scream into a pillow.

Just a few hours ago you were sleeping peacefully, dreaming about the ingredients you were going to buy with your last payout, and now you're hiding from a very very hot man who you may or may not have been ogling for the past year.

A fever dream. That's really the only explanation.

"Why are you screaming?"

You don't acknowledge him, just scream a little louder. If you're loud enough, maybe he'll go away.

He must have royal attendants, you're sure someone else will be willing to babysit him until he gets back to normal.

"Oi!"

You freeze. It's not that you don't want to move, or that his voice has stunned you still, it's the fact that Chan has climbed on top of you and pinned your hands to the bed.

So. You're face down on the bed, head shoved into a pillow, with a gay shirtless prince straddling your back.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up..."

"You're not sleeping. Now tell me why you were yelling!"

Chan's voice, despite his position, isn't very steady. He seems actually worried, and though you'd go about verifying someone's wellbeing very differently, you can't really blame him right now.

"You are why I'm yelling, dumbass. Think about this position for maybe 5 seconds and you'll want to scream too!"

And he does.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5...

"I don't want to scream. I want to make you scream."

Because you're nothing if not obedient, you scream again.

His hands tighten a little on your wrists and his mouth is so close to your neck you can feel his breath, shaking and hot.

"I've liked you for so fucking long. I mostly came here because I wanted to flirt, and if I came any other time I'd have to be escorted," he leans in closer, somehow, lips brushing against your ear, "I wanted to be alone with you, like this. I wanted to hold you like this, or have you do it to me, I'm not really picky."

You shout again, but it's more like a whine. He takes away this luxury, though, by pulling away and turning you onto your back.

He barely gives you a moment to breathe, though, because now he's straddling your hips and you're pressed right against his ass and—

"Yes or no. I'm not going to take advantage of you, of this, but I am a little grateful for the opportunity. So tell me, do you want this?"

He leans in close again, an action you're gonna need to make him stop doing for the sake of your own heart, and whispers, "Do you want me? Because fuck, I want you."

And, well. What really is there to say to that?

"Yes. Chan, yes."

He shifts his head and grips your jaw tight as he kisses you, primal and deep and intense.

Fire sparks between your lips, your saliva working as gasoline and burning up every inch of trepidation about this, about eachother.

"Fuck, too many fucking clothes. I liked the sweats better."

You can only manage a breathy laugh because he's grinding down as he kisses you, dragging your shirt up your chest and off your arms.

"I want to bite you. Can I? Please?"

It's all you can do to force your head to nod before he attacks you like a man starved, biting and sucking and licking everywhere, your chest, your neck, even your shoulders and arms. He leaves hickeys right between the veins on your wrist and it's embarrassing how good it feels but you can't feel any emotion other than raw need as he touches you, skin like a branding iron.

"Chan- ah, fuck- pants, something, come on."

He laughs, long and dark, biting your chest particularly hard, and you thrash a little in the sheets. Mercifully, he does slide down your pants and toss them over to the side, eyeing you like a wolf stalking a gazelle.

"Chan." You're not really sure why you say it, but the words leave your mouth anyway and his head snaps up, tilting in a way that could almost be cute if his eyes weren't so dark. It just seems condescending now, and you shrink back a little.

"Nothing, sorry. Just- I don't... I don't exactly do this a lot."

Instead of softening, Chan's mouth splits open in a wide, predatory grin, and he ducks his head down.

A dream could never feel this vivid, this intense, this perfect.

Chan's tongue is thick and hot and draws sweet little lines up and down your cock, teasing, but it feels so nice you can't even complain.

"Bang Chan! Oh- Jesus!"

He finally, finally opens his mouth wide and takes you, all of you in one smooth stroke, and it's so good your hands move on their own, pulling at his hair as you arch your back.

"This is- please, please, wait a second, fuck-"

"If you want me to stop because you're going to cum, you've got another thing coming."

That draws a long keen from your lips and you can't even control it as your mouth opens around a scream, silent at first and then very loud as he reaches a hand up to cup your balls as well.

There's white on his lips when he pulls off, but you're too blissed out to notice much else.

Chan is a blur of colors and shapes and sounds as he climbs back up your body, kissing your cheeks and neck while you try and drag yourself back into the land of the living.

"You're fucking insane, you know that?"

"I had a hunch."

You barely manage a laugh, but that's enough for Chan. "Are you feeling okay? That looked like it took a lot out of you."

You swat his arm, and shut your eyes because your brain seems caught up on how many freckles are in the area.

"I'm peachy. In tip top shape. Over the moon."

"Do you have sex spells?"

It's so random you almost don't answer him, but then you think about it some, and an idea roots itself in your head.

"Yes. Lots of spells can be made into sexual stuff, but there are some specifically for that."

"Like what?"

Hesitantly, you reach for your spare wand on the dresser and tap Chan's shoulder, whispering "sensitive" over the area.

"What was that?"

You smack him with the wand, just a light tap, and he collapses, entire arm buckling with the pain.

"Fuck!"

You can't help but giggle, quickly reversing the spell. "So yeah, sensitivity's a common one. I can turn anything into a sex toy if I want, I can restrain you, I can make lube, all kinds of stuff. Depends on what you're into, really."

"I'm into whatever you want me to be." You snort, and then pause, because that couldn't have been a joke.

"Oh yeah?"

He nods, eyes suddenly very serious. You sit up to look at him better, but he doesn't move from his spot against the bed, underneath you. You straddle his hips on a whim, reversing your positions from earlier, looking down into his eyes.

"Do whatever you want, I mean it. At least try. I'll tell you if I don't like it."

It's dizzying, having so many options and the opportunity to pursue all of them, but it only takes you a few moments to formulate a plan. First, you cast sensitive on his entire chest and watch him squirm for a moment, the cool air suddenly feeling like too much against his flushed skin.

"Good vibes." you whisper to your wand, and smile as it lights up with energy, gently vibrating in your hand. It's completely silent, so Chan is taken by surprise when you press it against his chest. You drag long lines across his skin, watching him writhe and shake against the touch, not quite stimulating but enough to make his cock throb against you, still trapped in it's cloth confines.

"You're so cute when you squirm." You comment, tracing circles around one of his nipples. that sends him a step over the edge, and he starts to whine.

"Please, just- dont tease, I can't take it!"

"Oh, come on. You can take a little vibration, can't you? This is nothing, really. I can barely feel it."

"You aren't the one with a sensitivity spell on!" Chan's face is so red his anger is more cute than intimidating, and you reach over to pinch a nipple as a small punishment.

"Shh, you're fine. I know how it feels, you'll survive. Just relax and enjoy, okay?"

He shakes his head but doesn't say anything else, which could also be because you make the sensitivity spell spread down to his hips. He lets out a ragged breath, anticipation making him squirm.

"Tell me what you want me to do right now."

You didn't have to listen, but it would be nice to have a little guidance.

"I want you to grind down on me. You're so hot, and so close and-"

You do as he says, pressing your hips down onto his and moaning at the friction. Chan shoves his face into a pillow, ears almost glowing red.

"Like that?"

He nods, but doesn't show his face again. You tisk, reaching over to grip his jaw between your thumb and middle finger. You're not gentle as you turn his head back to face you, but his eyes roll back all the same.

"I asked a question, I expect a verbal answer."

He swallows hard, and you follow the movement of his Adam's apple with your nail just to watch him shudder.

"Y-yeah. Like that, please. Again."

You hum, pretending to consider the idea. You shift your weight from one knee to the other, just barely pressing down, and his whines sound like music.

"Do you deserve it?"

This seems to stump him. He opens his mouth, starts a sentence, but it dies on his tongue.

His eyebrows bunch up with frustration, such a cute and innocent expression for his current position.

"The- the serum. I don't think I can answer that."

You raise an eyebrow, but it does make sense. He's not allowed to lie, but he doesn't know what would make him deserving of it, so he can't tell the truth.

"Hm. I think you do. You've been good, besides not answering me."

His eyes light up, and you almost feel bad for climbing off of him.

His entire body slumps, and he scrambles up to try and chase you, even though you've only moved to sit beside him.

Still, you soothe him down with a firm hand on his chest and smile, letting him calm down.

"You said..."

He sounds so lost, so shocked, that you almost feel bad. As a consolation, you get to work.

Removing his pants and briefs isn't an issue - Chan is eager to raise his hips so you have better access.

And truly, no matter how much you pretend to be put together, all it takes is the sight of his dick to have you scrambling.

"Whoa."

Chan is big.

His cock is long and thick, curving up towards his navel and twitching, as if beckoning you closer. The tip is red and glistening with precum already, and your head moves on its own to lick it up.

Chan's entire body jolts, thighs tensing by your shoulders.

"Isn't this better than just grinding?"

Chan nods frantically before remembering your previous rule and stammering out a "Yes, so much better."

You take your time at first, tongue dragging up from his balls up to the tip, licking up the bead of precum the movement draws up. He's tangy and almost sweet, not at all bitter like you'd imagined.

The acknowledgement, even internally, that you've imagined how Chan tastes floors you, so you suck his tip into your mouth as a distraction.

Chan doesn't seem to have any words left as he devolves into whines and whimpers, hips pushing up into your mouth as best he can.

You try your best to keep his hips pinned down, but having his cock in your mouth is almost intoxicating.

He smells like heat and chestnuts and sex, and this feeling almost rivals some of the aphrodisiac potions you've made. Before you even realize it, your mouth falls open around him and he begins thrusting inside, one hand gripping the back of your head tightly.

You're not sure how he managed to start fucking your face without you even noticing, but you are absolutely not complaining.

Chan's pace is intense, careful, but far from gentle. The tip of his cock presses against your throat with every thrust, brushing against the roof of your mouth, and somehow you're moaning more than he is.

That's not to say that Chan wasn't moaning. On the contrary, Chan hadn't stopped making noise since the moment you wrapped your lips around him.

Muffled curses, choked off moans, and high pitched whines tumble out of his mouth like ashes across your skin, and it's all you can do to grip his thighs while he works himself up to the edge.

"Shit, shit. You're so beautiful. Fuck, so hot-" You can't help but moan at the praise, and the extra vibration pushes him over the edge.

He presses in deep and lets out a shout so loud it blocks out any other noise in the room, for a moment.

You swallow around him, but don't pull off. His cock feels nice in your mouth, filling it nicely even as he begins to soften.

He has to pull you off by the hair, because his insistent tapping on your shoulder doesn't make you move an inch.

You pout when he finally gets you off, eyes still looking at his cock with longing.

"You taste very good, in case you didn't know."

Chan laughs, embarrassed and spent, one hand over his face and the other on his chest.

"I do know. I've- I've tasted myself before."

That...

That image is too much. Way, way, way too much.

"Oh." You whisper, letting out a shaky laugh, deciding to shove that piece of information into the back of your mind.

You rest your head on one of his thighs and look up at him, smiling warmly. "You're very pretty."

Chan somehow blushes harder, peering down at you from between his fingers.

"So are you." There's something pained in his eyes, even past the blissful haze.

"What's wrong?"

He shakes his head, looking away, and you climb back up his body to lie next to him.

"C'mon. It's good that the truth serum's wearing off, but I want to know."

"I don't want this to end. But we can't. We can't do this again."

His voice cracks on the last word, but you're not sure how to reassure him. Chan was right, of course. He was the prince, he came here to fall in love with someone else. Doing any of this was a horrible idea, and the reality of that hits you like a truck.

"Ah. I... I understand." He looks at you, eyes glossy with unshed tears.

"No, its- I'm not rejecting you! That's not what this is, I- I swear, if I had a choice I'd- I'd court you properly, and we could actually be together."

You think about that, for a moment.

An idea springs up in your head, small, but quickly growing as you indulge it.

"What if... What if we could?"

Chan sits up, eyebrows furrowed. "What are you talking about? We can't."

You crawl off of the bed, rummaging through a drawer for a spell book. Chan watches you, baffled, but you don't pay him any mind as you flip through the worn pages.

"Aha! Look!" He gets up to read over your shoulder, but it's all written in scrawling lettering, most of it in Latin. "Don't read, just- This spell can disguise someone's appearance for an indefinite amount of time. If I change my appearance to look more like a girl, you could just marry me."

Chan blinks. Blinks again. Then he giggles, which turns into a laugh, and within seconds he's cackling and tugging you into his arms.

"You are amazing." He says, and you can't help but laugh too, squeezing him tight.

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The next morning, glamored to look as feminine as your magic will allow and in your nicest dress, Chan presents you to his family.

He keeps a hand on you the entire time, on your back or your hip or your arm, and though his parents are hesitant, even they can't deny the way you look at eachother.

"Do you prefer summer or spring weddings?" His mother asks you, and your heart threatens to burst out of your chest.

"Spring."

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Masterlist 3

Fluff

Big Vigilante S/O Being Gentle With Them : DS, MM

Metal Head S/O : DS, MM

Witchy S/O Doing Tarot : DS, MM

Crush Giving Them Cute Name in Phone : Riddler, Scarecrow, PI, MrF

Crush Rogue Is Out of the Costume : Scarecrow, MrF, Joker, Catwoman

Sleep Walking S/O : Scarecrow, Riddler, BM, MrF

S/O Being Amazing With Traps : Arkham! KC, Joker, Penguin

S/O Just Shows When Called : Scarecrow, BM, MrF, MH

S/O Proposing : MH, Scarecrow

S/O Insults Back for the Rogue: DS, Joker

Gifts for/from Rogues : All

Music Meister with S/O Making Musical References

Actor S/O Being Slasher in New Movie : DS, TF

Intimidating Gothic S/O : MH, MM

S/O Never Having Happy Christmas Before : DS, MM

S/O Wanting 50 Squish Mellows : DS

Kiss Under Mistletoe: DS, MM

Crush Vigilante Immune to Their Effects : Scarecrow, MM, PI

S/O Having Night Live : DS, MM

S/O Has Creative but Weird Solutions: Scarecrow (GN, Arkham)

Arkhamverse Scarecrow x S/O with Thermorecuration Problem

Mad Hatter x Wonderland Enthusiast

Wonderland Enthusiast Asking Jervis Out

MH and S/O Going To Costume Party, Other Rogue Wears Alice Costume

Reader Dressed as Alice Kidnaps Jervis

S/O Often Praising MH

S/O With Crackhead Energy : GS

S/O Being Cyborg : MH,.MM

MM Finding Out Ghost in His Hideout

S/O Being Captain Marvel: Arkham!DS, TF

S/O Just Baking at 1am : DS, Lego!Joker

S/O Being Fashion Disaster: DS, MM

Getting in a Relationship While in Civilian Break to Find Out New Rogue is S/O : DS, MM

Cryptic S/O : Scarecrow, Riddler, Penguin, Poison Ivy

S/O Being from Zombie Apocalypse : Arkham! TF, Penguin,PS

S/O Frauding IRS : Joker, BM, Penguin, PS

S/O Wearing Mustache Nose Piercing: Unburied!Riddler, Joker, MH,PI

Harley and Bumper Cars

Not Sure/Mix

Uncanny Valley S/O : Joker, Scarecrow, Riddler

Another Dimension MM Dating Their Daughter: Riddler, Scarecrow, TF

Rogues Experiencing Period : Riddler, TF, BM, MH

S/O Who Hibernates : MrF, MH, PI

S/O Resurrecting Because They Kicked Devil in the Balls : Arkham!: Anarky, Joker, HQ, Scarecrow

Crush Henchperson Who Can See Ghosts : MB, HQ, Scarecrow

Meeting Man Eating Siren: Arkham!KC, Scarecrow, MM

S/O Having Firepowers and Loving Fire: MrF, BM, Joker, Arkham!Copperhead

Past Best Friend Ending Up as a Hero : Scarecrow, UN Riddler, Arkham Anarky, Twojar Kiteman

S/O Using Spine of First Victim as Pitching Wedge : Arkham! KC, Scarecrow, BM, PI

Vigilante Flipping Script : DS, MM

Finding Posirive Pregnancy Test: MrF,MH, TF, MM

Comedic

Condiment King in Poly Relationship

Reaction to Scarecrow Saying Toxin Needs LSD : Riddler, HQ, MH, PI

S/O Saying Most Out of Context Insults : Arkhamverse! :Riddler, MH, Zsasz, KC;

S/O Doing These Threats (up, same rogues)

S/O Mistaking Them for IRS : Anarky, Copperhead, Bane (Arkhamverse)

"Can I make make meat taboocan out of them?": Arkham!GS,

Taboocan 2: Copperhead, TF, Joker

Kidnapped Y/N Just Chilling : GS, MH

Platonic/Singular

Friend Realizing They're Gay : Riddler, HQ, Catwoman, MM

Arkham Guard Friend : Scarecrow, MH, TF, Joker

Friend Being Too Much Into Daydreaming : MH, Scarecrow, HQ, MrF

Magical Sib Getting Mortal : Scarecrow, BM, HQ

Friend Not Knowing how to express Emotions: Scarecrow, MH, MrF, MM

Friend Wanting Nuke as a Kid : BM, Riddler, TF, Scarecrow

Sidekick/Kid being Ex-Robin: DS, TF

Robotic Protege Sib : Riddler, MH, Penguin

Friend Who is Neurodiverged : Scarecrow, MrF, Catwoman

Rogue Finding Kid with Batman Backstory: Catwoman, MrF, MH

Young Vigilante with Venom like Powers : BM, Scarecrow, PI, Joker

Best Christian Tree : MM, MH, PI

Seeing Cryptid : BM, Riddler, Scarecrow, TF

Friend Being Animal Magnet: HQ, MH, Catwoman, Scarecrow

Getting Scarecrow for Secret Santa : Riddler, MM, HQ, MH

How they Handle Blizzard : DS, MM

With Willing Person as Subject : MH, Scarecrow

Mr Freeze Meets Orphan Kid with Ice Powers

DS + MM Snowed Together

Drinking Out of Scarecrow Toxinated Cup: HQ, Riddler, Penguin, TF

Reaction to Ed Becoming Detective: Scarecrow, MH,MM

Reacting to Crane Being Caught by Mystery Gang : Riddler, MH, MM

DS Getting Muscular Without Noticing

Penguin Getting Growth Spurt

Friend Who is Ghost Pirate: HQ, MH, BTAS!Clayface

Dork Squad + MM Living Together

Magician Putting on a Mask: BM, HQ, Scarecrow

Art

Soda Queen and Milk Man

NSFW

Make me, Sexy Outfits BM

S/O Talking in Underwear Casually : MH, Scarecrow

Scarecrow in Lingere +18

MM First Time With S/O

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Yandere golb Betty x reader

Ok I’m officially sick and throat is killing me but my hands and fingers are perfectly normal to write this story so ……yeah

This story will have yandere behavior Sorry is this is a little long 😰, hope you guys enjoy the story tho. ( ps you are some what like Simon , you knew Betty when she was a human )

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I felt myself waking up on a weird shaped block cube as I sit up I then heard a voice that I hadn’t heard in a long time “Hello my sweet human” I looked up to see Golb ! But I stopped my panic as I realized it was. “…Betty?” Her four eyes all looked to me “ yes my sweet human it’s me” my eyes widen in shock but happiness “Betty....oh Betty!" I tried to run up to her but then I almost fell realizing I'm still on a weird shaped cube

Glob Betty quickly catches you “don't be afraid darling it's me~” As her huge hand carried my body I looked into her four sets of eyes again as I recompose my posture" Betty is that you are you in there?" She brings me closer to her I stare in awe " Betty it's been so long.." I said not being able to give her a hug since she had a giant goddess figure but she pulled me even closer “Yes so so long sweet human, I’ve missed you~“as she holds your small form "Betty even after all this time you still remember me..." i said a little bit of tears spilling out

“Of coarse I still remember you , how could I forget your wonderful face and smile along with a soft delicate body~” as she stroked her finger against your cheek softly being careful with her sharp nails I gently hold her finger with my small hands as she carefully cresses my face " I couldn't forget you i...wanted to.... But I couldn't " I explained as my tears slowed down as Betty shows a toothy smile “I always loved you darling, from the moment I saw you ~ you were mine forever~” Betty said as her free hand strokes your hair gently "That's a long time that means before you were turned into this you felt like this when you were human?” I said as I still held one of her fingers as she smirked “yes I have always wanted you as mine forever~” she said her voice having a hint of a possessing tone like venom as I looked up to her I opened my mouth to speak " yes bu-" I quickly get shut down as Betty shushes me with her finger as she stops playing with my hair as the finger remains on your lips “Shhh~ don't say it again~ I'm going to keep you safe and keep you forever~” as she gently places me back on the weird shaped cube " oh Betty...I will always visit you well...I think you will have to bring me here ..." i said trying to not get her upset “ I know just got me back but I promise to never ever forget you “ I promise to her in the most reassuring voice “Visit me? “ as she tilts her head slightly “darling you're stuck with me~ “ she then chuckles lightly ” I won't let you ever leave~”.

I then gave her a confused look "Betty... you do know I will have to leave eventually...right?" I questioned really confused as shakes her head no “ I won't let you leave darling ~ no one else can have you~ you're mine now!” My eyes widened in slight panic " Betty...please understand" I tried to reason with her “No no~ no reasoning~ “ as she grabbed your body and lifted your up to her eyesight “ you're mine and I don't want you leaving~”

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Okay I hope you guys enjoyed part one I was honestly so scared to write this character because I’m scared I got it wrong ( I probably did ngl)

Anyway next part will be soon I won’t keep you guys waiting hope you had a good day, night or afternoon. Also happy first of October almost my birthday yippee 🥳

[alltheficsiwant]

Same Old Hawkins, Or Not? | Part Three

PART THREE | Run or Stay?

Summary: Reader is plunged in headfirst to the secrets of Hawkins. Making her issues to the back burner. She thought she was there to protect Steve, well a certain metal head wants to add to the mix.

Pairings: Eddie x Harrington!reader, Steve x Cousin!reader

Warning: A bit graphic violent fight scene? Mentions of drugs.

Words: 6.2k

Note: Here's part three! This is a bit shorter than the Part two. All of my works are unbeta'd but grammarly is my friend. So, he kind of does that job most of the time. A lot of the scenes in Season 2 would be here. Some lines are taken from there but of course I had to accommodate with reader and Eddie being additional characters here.

Part One | Part Two | Series Masterlist

Will be posted in AO3 too!

Dedicating this fic to @darkcrystal-wolf ! Thank you for your wonderful support for the fic!

PS: I am considering making a tag-list for this series but for now. I am willing to do dedications for one or two people. Whoever comes first! I am also will be fixing a master list soon!

You made sure that the katana strap is secured across your chest as you worked around. You are at the junkyard where you met two other kids which tipped off Dustin into another argumentative tangent about “secrecy” which is a bit hypocritical of him when he just told you everything.

You were fixing an abandoned bus as a fortress of protection when all of you are able to attract the demodog (“I refuse to call him whatever you named—” “Its dart” “Well, it's still a monster who ate your cat Henderson,” “Shut up, Steve”). You were working together with Lucas and Max, the kids you met.

You were quite shocked when you learned that apparently Max is Billy’s step sister. How did you know? Apparently, Billy grumbles about you when he is around Max who half listened to her step brother sometimes when he is around the house. Max said that he spoke your name like a venom and it's good to finally meet the one woman that apparently bruised Billy’s ego.

The three of you made quick work as Steve and Dustin set the trail for the demo dog. When Dustin and Steve got back, only a few things needed to be taken care off before the five of you settled inside the Bus.

You were on the lookout as you held your Katana with your dominant hand. Max and Lucas are in a quiet discussion while Dustin and Steve are in their own world. You strained to look through the dark until you noticed something moving. 

You waited trying to decipher it until you saw a familiar mop of curly hair walking towards the junkyard. Then followed by the sound of the cankling his lunchbox makes.

“Oh shit,” You can’t help but say and that alerted the other four.

“Do you see something?” Steve asked as the four others looked out. They looked to be not seeing the same thing you are seeing as the curly haired metal head nearly approached the clearing. He looked confused to see scraps of meat around as he held his lunchbox closer to his chest.

“Fuck, what the hell is he doing here?”

“Who is that?” 

Dustin and Steve exclaimed at the same time. You did not answer them as you moved and opened the bus door. Eddie jumped as he looked towards you. His eyes wide.

“Spitfire?” He asked, a nickname he picked up together with the pet name you secretly love so much. You looked around before you ascended the bus to go over to him.

“What the hell are you doing here Eddie?” You asked in a hushed tone. Eddie watched you and his eyes widened when he saw you secure the katana again behind your back. 

“I am here for a deal,” Eddie slowly said as he watched you and you cursed. “Though it should have been ten minutes ago, I was latel– Why do you have a katana on your back?”

“Well, clearly he’s not here but we don’t have enough time.” You ignored his latter question and focused on trying to make him go away. “You should go—”

Dustin suddenly called out your name and you turned towards him. Eddie, who suddenly noticed the presence of the other four just stared wide eyed.

“What is it Dustin?” You asked but you caught Steve who had slowly started to move towards the both of you. His eyes are trained over Eddie’s shoulder and once you saw the look of fear on his face. You knew the monster was there.

“He’s here?” You asked and Dustin nodded with his eyes wide. 

“Ugh– what is going on—”

“Shut up Munson and slowly turn around,” Steve instructed him. You knew Eddie, he is as stubborn just like you but his stubbornness comes with jokes. Though he looked to be taken aback at Steve’s strict command. He did what he said and his eyes comically widened more if it's possible when he saw a creature that is as big as a full adult dog eating the meat he saw before. Though its not a dog with its face open like a fucking octopus.

“Holy mother of holies— what the hell is that?”

You removed the katana off its sheath as you moved to push Eddie behind you. Eddie clutched his lunch box against his chest as he slowly walked back.

“The reason why we are here,” you told him quietly. You chance a quick glance at Steve who nodded at you.

“Come on you little shit,” Steve mumbled as Dart came near but before Steve could do anything. Max suddenly shouted something.

“Guys there’s more!” She shouted.

“Holy Shit! Abort! Abort! There are more! Dart is not alone!” Dustin shouted and before the three of you could move to the bus, you heard something move over the cars. Your eyes widen as you see others like Dart crawling towards you.

“Shit!”

“Run!” 

Steve and You exclaimed. Eddie was the first one to run towards the Bus. Dustin and the two others beckoned the three of you. You saw Lucas on the top side of the bus using his slingshot to distract some. 

“Come on Squirt, use those tiny legs!” Steve shouted at you. You were slightly behind the other two as you held on to the katana tighter. You willed yourself to run faster as you heard the skittering of the creatures behind you.

“Duck!” Eddie shouted at you who was already behind the screened bus. You turned just in time to dodge a demodog who nearly took your shoulder out. You cursed and that willed yourself to run. The demodog tried to take another chance on you but you moved instinct swinging the Katana just the way you trained yourself to. It effectively cut under its belly making it whimper.

You heard a loud bang and saw that Steve swung his bat towards one of them rendering it immobile. He was at the bus door as he beckoned you.

“Come on Squirt! Fucking run!” He shouted and you did. Not caring anymore as you neared the bus door. Eddie suddenly appeared offering his hand as his eyes darted between you and behind you. You have half a mind to sheath your katana back before you dove to Eddie’s arms who caught you. Dustin pulled Steve inside and Max was just in time to shut the door off when Dart slammed against it. 

You were breathing hard as you rested your forehead against Eddie’s chest who tightened his hold around you. He was trembling too as the two of you remained in your position.

“You told me it was only one of them!” Steve shouted as he was the first one to recover with the group. The demodogs hounded the bus now and it shook a bit. 

“I don’t know if there are more of them!” Dustin shouted back.

You ignored them as you looked at Eddie who was looking down at you confused and absolutely terrified.

“You okay?” You asked him quietly and Eddie blinked rapidly.

“Am I high?” He asked back and you can’t help but laugh. 

“Nope,” You told him as you stood up and rearranged the katana before you offered your hand to him. He took it as he stood up. Before you could speak, you heard Max screamed and all of you looked up to see a demodog peeking through the opening hatch.

Steve and you moved quickly. He used his Bat to shoo it away and you unsheathed the katana.

“Move,” you told him and Steve did just in time for you to trust the Katana effectively piercing the demodog. Within seconds it slumped against the hole and it fell through. Once it did, Steve managed to find some metal and held it against the hole as demodogs flocked over it. He struggled to hold it up and looked over at Eddie, the other only adult tall enough to help him.

“Any help, Munson?”

That spurred him to move as he helped Steve hold the piece of metal. It was a struggle as you looked around quite hopelessly but then they abruptly stopped. Soon, the six of you watched as they skittered away. 

“What happened?” Lucas asked as he looked towards Dustin.

“Something must have happened with–”

Suddenly a static stopped Dustin and all of you looked over at the radio resting on one of the bags inside the bus. Then a timid voice spoke.

“Dustin? Dustin, are you there?”

“Mike?” Dustin lunged towards the walkie talkie and clicked on it. “Mike! I have been contacting you since-”

“Dustin! Will— the mindflayer— we will contact you— ahhh!” It became a bit broken up but there are familiar terms that you heard. Eddie who is still shell shocked looked confused as he also recognized the terms.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! Mike!” Dustin cursed as he tried to fiddle with the walkie but eventually grew defeated. “Fuck! We have to get out of here now!”

“Not going to be opposed to that.” You told Steve who scrambled and the next thing you know the six of you are walking through the forest.

The six of you walked, to follow the trail of where the demodogs went. Dustin and Lucas are arguing while Max follows behind them while Steve walks up front while holding a pail of meat and the bat.

You and Eddie are at the rear. You are holding the katana now, ready to unsheathe it anytime you hear any rustling. With Dustin’s permission, you gave Eddie a brief run down of what Dustin gave you at the car. 

“Wait— demogorgon? You mean the prince of demons? The equivalent of Lucifer in actual hell?” Eddie said and that seemed to catch Dustin’s attention as he turned towards them. “That is not what a demogorgon looks like.”

“Not exactly him but we coined the monster that ever since Will disappeared,” He said, impressed at the knowledge Eddie has. “You know Dungeons and Dragons?”

“I live, breathe and make it.” Eddie answered and this time Dustin’s eyes widened.

“You play it?” Eddie nodded at the kid and his eyes sparkled at that. 

“He is actually my dungeon master,” You informed Dustin whose eyes widened more. He looked between the both of you.

“Holy shit, now I can’t wait to get into highschool,” he murmured. 

“We are getting out of track here,” Eddie interrupted as he turned to you. “What we saw at the junkyard are the Demogorgon’s babies that you call what? A demodog?”

“Yes!” Dustin turned to Steve. “See, Steve he gets it,” Steve, who was ahead of them rolled his eyes at the young boy.

“So these creatures exist in an alternate world called the upside down?”

“Which is currently below us leeching its way to Hawkins,” Dustin added. You didn’t know that information but you were just a messenger. You turned to him with an expression akin to shock but not shocked at all.

“Holy shit, this is crazy and I have dealt with crazy on a daily basis now. Shit,” Eddie can’t help but murmur. “Fuck, what did I get myself into?”

“Munson,” Suddenly Steve spoke as all of you stopped as he turned his flashlight towards all of you. The others flinched at the light while you cursed at him to take it away. He wasn’t even apologetic as he moved it. “Listen, there is no shame if you do not want to get involved. You can walk away right now and think of it as the night you got extremely high.” He started as he looked over at Eddie. “But this shit is real and it nearly took us out as you saw in that junkyard. We need all the help we need but if you are not going to lend a hand. Might as well be on your way then.”

Eddie stared back at Steve, his face being void of emotion as he thought about what Steve said.

“There is no shame in running away,” Eddie mumbled to himself as Steve nodded at him before he took a deep breath and looked over at you. You looked back at him. “Why didn’t you run?” 

You were taken a back a bit by the question. You suddenly asked yourself, why didn’t you run? 

You have nowhere else to go. Your mind supplied and that was the truth but still you should have hightailed it out of Hawkins like you did at Utah when the shitshow happened but you didn’t. Why? 

You looked back at Steve who had his head tilted, curious too because the reason you provided back at the car didn’t exactly convince him. Then back at Eddie, before you took a deep breath.

“Honestly? I don’t know but the shit show that happened to me—” you stuttered suddenly as the memories you forced back started to creep in. You tighten your hold against the Katana before you turn to Steve and then Eddie finally letting the anguish come over you. “Back where I came from, I ran away from it and all I can think is to go back to the one place I feel safe with my remaining family. Well, apparently it's not safe, obviously but I am staying since Steve needs protection and now apparently you too”

You let out silencing the group. You saw the face Steve made at the mention of Utah (“Everytime I mention Utah— there, you kind of flinch–” “It's kind of a trigger” “Oh, well, let's just call it shit show then.” “Huh, that is a good idea. Your brain is working,Steve,” “Shut up”). Realization. You don’t know what he realized but he gave you the look of ‘We will talk later’ which you hope he forgets after everything that happened. You chanced a glance at Eddie and he was already looking over at you intently. His eyes were soft and you braved yourself to face him fully. You stared at each other for a few seconds but he seemed to find what he was looking for before as his eyes changed from being soft to determined. He turned to Steve.

“You heard Spitfire. We're all in this together now.  What do you need?”

“Pressing that button doesn’t exactly help anything,” Steve said to Dustin who looked at Steve with a mocking face before furiously pressing it. You watched amused at them as you leaned against the guard house with Eddie beside you. Max, Lucas, Jonathan and Nancy snoop around. Your eyes can’t help but drift towards Nancy.

It was the first time you saw the girl in the flesh and it has always been through Steve’s stories. You never officially met until minutes ago when the six of you came out of the forest and saw them standing in front of the gate that leads to Hawkin’s lab. Steve and Jonathan had a brief catching up with each other before they heard a roar coming from the direction of the Hawkins lab. 

You instinctively reached out for Eddie who did the same to you as you looked over at him. Fear was probably evident on both your faces. Now the group is scrambling on how to get in.

“Where did you learn to use that?” Eddie’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You turned to him to see that he lit his second cigarette. His lunchbox stashed now at Jonathan’s car together with the other things the six of you carried except the weapons. You raised a brow at his question and he pointed towards the Katana on your right hand. You looked down at it and turned it.

“One of my old friends back at the Shit Show — ugh, where I came from— she was working inside this dojo. I was fourteen when I met her and she let us in there to train for free. She taught me how to wield this bad boy.” You told him as you slightly swung it around. Eddie looked at you impressed.

“Now I am trying to rethink my nickname for you,” 

“Please don't, I like Spitfire.” you told him and he smirked at you. Suddenly the lights on the gate opened and as soon Dustin pressed the button the gate opened. He turned to Steve with an expression “see? It worked”, while Steve just rolled his eyes.

“You guys stay here.” Nancy said as she and Jonathan rushed towards the car. Steve was about to protest but Jonathan already drove off towards the Hawkins lab.

“Shit!” Steve exclaimed as they watched them go. You were about to speak when you heard gunshots. Your eyes widened at that as you flinched and instinctively took a step back. Though before you stumbled on your ass, you felt an arm snaking its way around your waist and your back connecting on someone.

You looked over and saw Eddie looking down at you with concern in his face. 

“You’re okay, it's far.” he mumbled as you shakily took a breath before nodding your head. You reached for Eddie's arm on your waist with your free hand and held on to it. Then you heard tires screeching and then suddenly a van stopped right in front of your group. Hopper, the chief leaned out of the window.

“Come on! Get inside!” he shouted and the six of you looked at him in shock. “Now!” He shouted and that made everyone scramble. Steve opened the Van’s door and the kids flew in. Eddie made sure you were in before following after you then Steve hopped on. As soon as he closed the door, Hopper hightailed out of there with Jonathan right behind them.

“What the hell are you kids— you know what? Don’t bother. We have other matters to attend to.” Hopper said as he sped up and took a few harsh turns. This is why you hated four wheeled cars and you prefer being on your bike. You nearly flipped over to someone as Hopper drove like a madman. Thank God for the arm that sneaked around your waist again. The familiar feel of the leather jacket grounded you as you leaned against Eddie. You turned to him and nearly blushed when his face was inches from yours.

“Thanks.” you mumbled as Eddie smirked at you.

“Anytime Sweetheart,” you turned to the front and saw Steve whose eyes were narrowed at the both of you. Eddie must have mouthed something or made a face because Steve is now glaring over your shoulder. You wanted to roll your eyes but your attention was caught by Dustin.

“Where are we going?” Dustin spoke up.

“Byers Residence, Mike said he thinks he knows what is going on.”

“What happened to Will? Is he okay?” It was Lucas who asked. 

“He’s asleep. Mike said something about Will being a spy and being controlled.” Hopper said as he started to slow down when they saw a small bungalow at the distance. He looked over at Dustin who went quiet for a while, his face scrunching up before his eyes lit up. “We will have this talk when things are settled down.”

Then he did a double take when he saw two new faces. “Munson and who are you?”

“She’s my cousin,” Steve gave your name to Hopper who nodded. Realization settled on his face and for brief moment, 

“I knew your dad. I’m sorry for your loss,” He offered and you just nodded. Borrowing further inside Eddie’s arms unconsciously. The metal head tightened his grip on you. “But the odd thing is Munson being here.”

You glanced at Eddie who just smiled at Hopper. “I’m her plus one,” he said.

Hopper looked about to ask for more but then he shook his head. “We have to talk about strategy or please someone fucking explain this to me. So, everybody out and into the house.” he commanded and when no one made a move. He sighed exasperatedly. “Now!”

“It's like a Mind Flayer,” Dustin offered helpfully to the group as he set Will’s D&D book. He flounders on explaining towards Hopper who looked at him confused despite his explanation. Everybody was gathered in the dining room. You are still mesmerized at the sketches the Will kid made of the map of the underground tunnels. Mike, who turned out to be Nancy’s younger brother, explained his theory.

Turns out when Will disappeared a part of the monster from the Upside Down stayed with him. Which it used to open a gate and spy on everyone. He used the kid to have access outside of the Upside Down. Now, he is inside Will trying to sabotage everything and the upside down is already trying to come out to their dimension.

Dustin immediately offered his own theory by offering one of the infamous D&D monsters.

“What is that?” Hopper asked as Dustin pointed towards the monster.

“It's a race that believes it's above everyone else. Their main goal is to expand their reign over all other life forms. To take control of them and be its master.”

“Like the Germans,” Steve offered and everybody looked over at him bewildered. “You know the nazi’s?” He explained and yet they just stared at him. Steve just scoffed at them and then he looked at you for help but you are just shaking your head to cut it out.

“Worse than Nazi’s, they control the minds of the race they try to conquer. Which leads to the theory that if Will is connected to it, then he is also connected to the mindflayer and the demidogs too.”

“A hive mind,” Eddie spoke up for the first time since being there. He was leaning against a wall facing the dining room. Everybody looked at him and he looked like a deer caught in the headlights. He turned to you for guidance and you just encouraged him to go on. “The mind flayer, if they manage to consume you and make you as one of them, you become part of the hive mind. So whatever is connected to it, is part of it.”

“So if we hurt one part of it, we hurt everything else.” Nancy offered her understanding and Dustin nodded.

“Well, that’s good but we don’t know where we hit it. We asked Will but he led those agents to their deaths.” Hopper said. “If we wake him up and ask, he will know immediately were we are and command those demidogs to go after us,”

“Not unless he doesn’t know where he is.” Mike offered and then looked over at everyone. “We can make him believe that he is somewhere else. We just need space to work on.”

“We have a shed out back. We can use that,” Jonathan offered and then Joyce, who was quiet the whole time spoke up. 

“It has a lot of junk but it can work.” Joyce said and then Hopper started to move.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go!”

The Byers, Hopper and Mike were at the Shed trying to talk to Will. At first, they thought it was fruitless as Will kept on asking to be let go but when Hopper noticed Will using morse code. It became different. Hopper relays every code Will gives back to the remaining people inside the house. You watched amazed at how the kids worked over it.

“CLOSE GATE,” Dustin read over as the morse code finished.

“That must be the gate that is opened in the lab as Hopper said a while ago,” Lucas offered and Dustin nodded.

“But how do we close it?” As Nancy asked.

“And if we closed it, what would happen to Will then?” Mike asked this time and the group looked at each other when suddenly, the phone in the house rang loud and everybody froze. You were the first one to move to shut it up. 

“Shit! Did it hear that—” Then they heard Will scream. Suddenly, everybody scrambled inside the house. Hopper offered an extra gun, no one took it until Nancy volunteered. Steve picked up the baseball bat and then you unsheathed your Katana. The four of you pushed everyone behind you. You saw Eddie grabbing Dustin who willingly went to him. 

The four of you remained high alert, you and Steve had eyes on the kitchen window while Hopper and Nancy on the window near the door. 

“Easy everyone, when shit goes to hell. Everybody runs through the backdoor. You all got it?” Hopper commanded and everybody gave a muted nod. Then rustling was heard, making everyone jump. You were ready until a demodog flew through the window and hit the will. It slumped down on the ground. Everybody gasped.

You took a step back and felt a hand on your lower back. You don’t know how but you knew it was Eddie when you felt hands gripping your other arm. You looked and saw Dustin borrowing himself beside you. 

Hopper moved forward and touched the dead demodog. Then the door burst open. Everybody turned just in time to see a young girl step inside. She had eyeliner smeared over her eyes and wearing what looked to be a trench coat.

Others seemed to recognize who it was because Hopper moved and took the young girl in his arms. The other kids exclaim “Eleven!” 

“I’m not late?” She asked timidly and Mike shook his head. You felt someone stand beside you and saw Steve.

“That’s the girl we are talking to the both of you about.” He supplied.

“The one with powers.” Eddie added and Steve nodded.

“But we don’t have time. I-I saw a gate and Will.”

“Close the gate,” Dustin offered. “We have to close the gate at the lab.”

Hopper then breathed out. “But before that, we have to save Will too. Remove his connection with the mindflayer.”

Suddenly Mike moved and exclaimed, “Heat! He hates the heat. Remember that the demogorgon hates fire. If we give him heat, it might come out of Will on its own.”

“Well, we would need a new place if we are going to do that.” Jonathan said and Hopper exhaled heavily.

“I know a place. I’ll give you direction.” he turned to Jonathan and then took the gun he gave to Nancy. “Me and El would go back to the Hakwins to close the gate.”

“How about the demodogs?” Dustin offered. 

“I have these, we just need to go through them,” Hopper said as he looked at Eleven who nodded determinedly to him. Then he turned to them.

“Some of you should go with the Byers and some will have to stay here. Be on the lookout for anything. The walkies will be our communication. Got it?” Hopper said and then looked over at everyone before he ended up with Dustin. “You got it?”

“Yes sir,” Dustin mumbled, disgruntled that he was being benched. After that, you saw Steve walking over to Nancy and you turned towards Eddie as he looked down at the dead demodog.

“It’s really real,” He mused as he looked over at you. You sheathed the katana back and stood beside him. He automatically lifted his arm as you let it rest around your shoulders. He pulled you flushed against him as you laid your head against his shoulder.

“It is,” You said as you looked up to him. “You want to run?”

Eddie looked down at you as you asked. “No, not now. I think I'm safer if I stay beside you,” He told you and you offered a small smile. 

“Hey,” The both of you turned to see Jonathan standing there. “We need help to put the heating devices in my car,” He asked shyly.

“Yeah sure,” you told him as you moved away from Eddie. “We never really introduce yourself to you,” You started as he guided the two of you to the backyard.

“No need, I knew about the both of you already,” Jonathan shrugged as he glanced at the two of you. “Being the resident loner, you are able to be a fly in the wall most of the time.” He explained.

You glanced at Eddie who shrugged. When the both of you emerged, you heard the last bits of Steve and Nancy’s conversation.

“--you wanted to be with him more than me,” Steve had said. “You should go with him. It's okay, I understand,” 

“Hey,” you called out knowing they didn’t notice the three of you. They turned to look at you. You didn’t look at Nancy but you did look at your cousin. It's the first time you see the defeated look on his face. “We are here to help you guys with that,” you told them. Nancy moved first casting a final glance to Steve before going to Jonathan who took the heater off her hands and gave her the keys.

Eddie moved towards the heater and rummaged through. You walked over to Steve as you casually searched for what you can bring.

“You talked?” You asked him quietly and Steve looked at you before he nodded. You sighed and patted him on the shoulder. “You want to talk about it later?”

Steve snorted at that before he looked at you and glanced at Eddie who already had a heater on his hand who placed it by the door. He looked oblivious to your talk with Steve but you knew all too well that despite the daily assault of metal music. Eddie has a hearing that scares you sometimes. Maybe it's just the musician in him.

“Yeah we do,” he told you and you can’t help but roll his eyes at that. “We will definitely talk later.”

After that, the three of you worked to help Jonathan and soon the two cars left the house. You and Steve watched as the car disappeared right at the bend. You turned towards the house and clapped your hands.

“Okay! While we wait, who’s hungry?”

You winced as you watched Steve stuff the dead body of the demodog on the refrigerator while the two of them continue to argue.

“Why do we need to stuff this here?”

“Research purposes. We might be able to study it so the next time they come back we know what to do.”

“Ugh, isn’t it our goal to close the gate so they won’t come back?”

“Just do it,” Dustin said exasperated as he opened the refrigerator for Steve. Who struggled to fit the demodog.

“You know, we can just cut it,” You offered as the two turned towards you. You lifted your katana to them. “It would fit easily—”

“Unless you are up to do it, be my guest” Steve interjected as he tried to give you the demodog’s body.

“No,” Dustin said as he pushed back into Steve’s chest who winced and grunted at the weight.

You just looked at them bewildered and shook your head before you turned towards Eddie. Who was quiet as he looked over the D&D booklet. He looked to be deep in thought. You walked towards him and leaned over to see him staring at the Mindflayer.

“What are you thinking in that crazy head of yours Munson?” You asked him quietly. Eddie jumped a bit as he turned to look at you. He offered a small smile before he looked down at the book again.

“It just got me thinking about how the hell all of this is possible,” Eddie mumbled as he ran a finger over it. “All those years and we have a world that we didn’t know existed right here in Hawkins.”

“Believe me, I tried thinking about it too but I just came up with nothing,” Steve interjected before you could reply and Dustin snorted at that.

“Just think about it like how magic existed in D&D, it depends on the DM what level of tech and magic exists in the realm.” You supplied to him as you sat on the chair beside him. You placed the Katana on the table as you looked at him. “Somewhere, there is a dungeon master who made this all possible and we might be just players of his campaign. Striving to save the little old town that is Hawkins,”

“Huh, when you put it that way, that is kind of what it looks like.” Dustin wondered out loud.

“A specific campaign about the Mind Flayer.” Eddie offered and Dustin nodded in agreement.

“Wait a minute, why are we sitting ducks here? We should do something to help!” Mike spoke up out of nowhere. Who just came out from Will’s old room he was holding on to a map.

“Absolutely not, you heard Hopper. We stay here where we—” He pointed at you and Eddie, “Can keep the four of you safe,” Steve said.

“But you and I both know that Hopper and Eleven are walking through the valley of death! It would be impossible for them to get through those hordes of demodogs!”

“They can, Hopper has guns, we can’t just—”

“Actually–” Eddie interjected, effectively shutting the two off. The two turned towards him expectant of what he was going to say. “We can do something that is less dangerous. It's a hive mind, we hit something on it so that its attention can be diverted.”

“Distract to Divert!” Dustin exclaimed. He looked around, pulled the map that was in Mike’s hands and laid on the kitchen table. You moved the katana out of the way as Dustin looked over it.

“You see the drawing in the wall, that is how far these caves go underground. If our theory is right about the demodogs. They must have nesting places. We can do something about it and since it's a hive mind, it will immediately focus on where it needs the most.”

Steve looked over it. “How the hell are we going to provide that?”

“Heat,” You said as they looked at you. “You don't remember what this Wheeler kid said? Its weakness is heat. We just light up the place and let the fire do it's talking.”

“Right, but the problem is we don’t know where it can be and we might be hurting Will—”

“I know where it is,” Mike said as he walked over the map with a pen in hand. “We can navigate from the hole the people at the Hawkins lab created. It was Will who guided them through, we can use the same path.”

“What are we waiting for?” Dustin said but before they could scramble Steve was there shaking his head. His hands on his hips as he stopped the kids with a dish towel on his shoulder. You wondered where he got that since you used that a while ago to cook for the kids.

“No, we’re staying here on the bench and we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job. Does everybody understand that?!” Steve exclaimed as he looked at all of us. 

“This is not a sport! This is real life!” Mike insisted.

“No!” Steve exclaimed this time you were the one who talked.

“What if the three of us go down there,” You offered as you looked at Steve and then at Eddie.

“I’m included?” Eddie asked and you looked at him as if saying ‘Isn’t it obvious’ and Eddie just nodded. “Right, I'm one of the adults.” He mused and you shook your head to look at Steve.

“Us three? Who’ll be left over to take care of these kids?” Steve asked. You kind of want to point it out that he grumbled on you being the babysitter which you called him out for. (“Do you really want to deal with a dozen demodogs?” “It's better than kids” “Really? Are you telling me it's better to be eaten by a demodog than being irritated with kids?” —Silence— “That’s what I thought,”)

“We’ll take them with us to help with the supplies but the actual thing would be all us,” You told them but then Dustin nodded. You thought he was going to placate Steve but you guess the kid does what he wants.

“Besides, you need all the help you can get. You can’t possibly do it with just three of you. Maybe two of us can come and the other will look out.” He offered and you looked at the kid and wanted to say more but eh, it's already out there. Everybody looked at Steve expectantly as he struggled.

“Look Harring— I mean, Steve.” Eddie quickly changed it as you also looked back at him hearing your surname. He pulled out a silver lighter and tossed it to Steve who easily caught it. “You can hold on to that for safe keeping. You lead us,”

Steve looked over each of you before his eyes landed on you.

“Wherever you go, I go,” you told him as you secured the Katana once again behind you. Steve offered you a small smile before his face became stern as he looked towards the kids.

“Okay then, if we are doing this, I’m taking the lead, you got it?” Steve said to Dustin who raised his hands in surrender. He pointed at him using his lighter.

“You are the boss,” 

“Umm– guys, we might have a problem,” It was Max who spoke at the same time as Dustin. All of you were confused for a minute before you all heard a rumble of a car. All of you moved towards the windows and looked over.

You heard Steve cursed as all of you watched who arrived.

“Shit, its fucking Billy Hargrove. Great,”

To be continued.

[pookiebeary]

ooo i love ur spiderverss x dc thing so far, if u ever decide to write something similar maybe you could give the reader a symbiote! I think itd be interesting :0

Like a really emotional person w a symbiote who enhances their anger/emtions, i havent watched anything on the new spiderman game but after peter gets the symbiote he seems angry/aggressive. imagine that in gotham with a vigilante who refuses to kill villains that actively harm the city (and have a habit of breaking out of arkham/jail), it could be a motivation for them ultimately (not spiderman, get it?) becoming a vigilante with the symbiote & killing ppl n then have the batfam intervene. I have more idea’s/could go more indepth abt jt but i dont wanna clog ur inbox ^^

pls dont feel pressured to write anything for it :D i just wanted to share my idea bc no one in my circle has the same interests as me —🐙

Tysm! This means a lot to me!!! (I run on validation 🥺🥺)

Also YES I ABSOLUTELY ADORE YOUR IDEA, I wouldn't mind if you sent something more in depth cuz honestly man that sounds amazing and it'll really help paint the picture! I'll see what I can write up when I have the time!!

Ps, I think the symbiote would have a fcking mukbang in gotham assuming reader has the "you can eat humans but only criminals" rule. Plus, can you imagine reader speaking with absolutely no filter like bully maguire or like the spiderman venom from the game 💀💀💀

[book-place]

I'd like to request a Eddie Brock and Venom x reader comfort/fluff fic where she makes them hats for Christmas, but it goes completely wrong the day before, her last day of knitting. I'm talking yarn in the tree, yarn in her hair and yarn everywhere. Reader is terrible at knitting but wanted to do something special for Eddie for Christmas because of him no longer having his (ex) wife to be there, she went all out with prepping a ham (to be cooked) some mashed potatoes and gravy, and all the likes on Christmas eve. Definitely tried to finish the hats last minute and had the worst time, it was going smooth before crimus eve and her working so hard she couldn't work anymore and her body just says 'no.' Her entire hat masterpiece destroyed in one night. Venom and Eddie just sitting down with her to watch movies and forcing the yarn away to clean up after Christmas with "The yarn looks good on the tree anyways, adds a little character." And the ways are at the top like a Christmas tree star.

Love your writing and all you do for us, your readers.

Signed, A.S

Omg yes!! I would be more than happy to write this for you (and I’ll actually be adding it to my Xmas event)!

Ps: I love those pictures, they’re so pretty

[beastie-anon]

OOOOOOH THAT WAS RLLY RLLY GOOD I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!/VPOS/GEN aaaAAAA

okay okay.. so. could you maybe do. Liquid Chriz x reader-? He’s neato

--(definitely not anyone you know. not at all (lying))

(ps I should prooooobably shorten my anon name so I’ll probably go by like DNAYKNAA or just DNA from here on out)

Y E S

Okok I definitely know how to start this..

Y/G= Your gender

Y/N= Your Name

F/N= First Name

L/N= Last Name

Y/A= Your Age

You were walking home late at night, Your friend was too drunk to give you a lift home and you didn't have a car. Some friend they were.. They could've at least called you a cab, Especially with how the streets were at night. You tried to stay on the lit path, Following the streetlights. It was actually quite... Nice, Out at night. The quiet buzz coming from the headlights, The stars faintly shining overhead, The nice cool breeze that blew past you, Gently flowing through your hair. The night was young, Yet so late all the same. You almost sat to enjoy it, But seeing the time.. You had to be home soon. After all, Heros needed to sleep.. But crime never rests. Hopefully you could make it home before your friends/family began to worry..

Unfortunately, You did not make it home safely. A man grabbed your shoulder firmly, Making you ball up your fists and freeze out of fear. The man's hot heavy breath hit the back of your neck, Sending chills down your spine. Yet at the same time a hard cold object was pressed into your back... The clicking sound could only mean one thing.

It was a gun.

"Hand over your wallet. Now.. You don't wanna get hurt, Do you kid?"

You very slowly moved to try and take any money you had on you out of your pockets, When suddenly and quickly they harshly shoved you to the ground. He dug through your pockets himself, Taking anything you had on you.

"Now, Your gonna listen to me... I have a nice little place we can stay at for a bit.."

Wait.. Was this guy kidnapping you!? You decided to muscle up everything you had in you and..

"HELP!!!"

...Yell as loud as you can and hope that someone hears you before its too late. The guy growled out in a venomous like tone

"You little BITCH!"

He slammed the back of his gun into the back of your head, Causing you to cry out in pain. Your vision got dizzy and you could feel yourself starting to slip away from consciousness... You barely saw what happened next. Someone swooped in and stopped the guy, Beating the shit out of him until he stopped moving. The super.. Hero? Stood and went over to you and dialed 911.

"HhhHelllllooooo..?"

His voice was distorted in your mind, You couldn't make out anything else.

Next thing you know it your back home. You had bandages wrapped comfortably around your head.

You decided to search for local news to see if you could find anything about what had happened last night.

Only one article was posted, But it seemed some parts of it had been glitched out.

SUPERHERO LIQUID SAVES GIRL FROM CANNIBAL

Super human Liquid, Also known as Chriz [...] Has saved a young Y/G from techville Square. This Y/G is also known as F/N, L/N. A dangerous man with a gun had tried to rob and kill miss/mister L/N last night at around [...] O'clock last night. The man, Now known as [...] [...], Has human remains in his house. Currently the police have found around 6 possible bodies but that is not final.

[...] [...] Has also escaped prison early this morning. Police are on the look out for him now, But make sure to [...]

Dumb cheap site... oh well, No worries though. Obviously if anything happened, Chriz would be there to help! He truly was amazing, Wasn't he? His beautiful eyes, His strong muscles, His perfect form as he fought... Oh no, You were definitely falling for this guy.. I mean, It's not like thats a bad thing right? He was a popular hero, I'm sure almost everyone and anyone else likes him too. But would that be a good or bad thing..?

You were walking late at night again, Needing to get to work. This time, The air was thick. Almost thick enough to choke on.. It didn't help that the humidity was horrible too.. It would definitely storm soon. Taking deep breaths as you walked the quiet dark path to your job. Fortunately, Nothing happened this time... But you couldn't help but think of if you wished something would have happened, Just so you could of seen Chriz again... Your head swarmed with thoughts as it pounded with a migraine. You hoped today would be a fast one.

Work didn't last long and soon you were back on your way home. It was practically morning now, So there would most likely not be any danger for you. You walked as the burning sun beat down on you- A sudden heatwave had started that morning. Talk about an unexpected change.. Yet it was still as humid as ever. You practically breathed in hot water with bits of sweat from the beads dripping down your skin. You couldn't wait until you were home in your cooled down home with your air conditioner and fans.. You could feel the breeze now. You finally approached the door, Going to unlock it when you noticed.. The lock was busted. You didn't do that, Did you?- Something didn't feel right..

You slowly opened the door, Which made a loud creaking noise. You looked around as you grabbed the nearest object. A... Vase. Wow, What a great weapon... You looked around the house, Holding the vase until you came to your bedroom. You opened the door and felt someone put a cloth over your mouth, Their other hand wrapped around your torso and one of your arms. There wasn't anything you could do but scream into the rag and slowly drift into a forced sleep state..

Chriz couldn't stop thinking about you. He had a feeling that whatever had happened wasn't over, But.. Surely no robber would be so dumb that they'd return to grab the person instead of skipping town right? He had a gut feeling that you were in trouble. He couldn't shake the feeling, Though. His gut feelings were never wrong... He decided to just check your house out and make sure your okay. He quickly raced to the scene, Where he saw it. Your house was an absolute mess, As if ransacked. Signs of a struggle were apparent. Not only had they come back, They were careless and left piles of evidence. He felt his blood boil as he searched for any type of clue. After an hour or so of searching, He found a letter. Ransom? Goodbye? A will? What was it?.. He carefully opened it and read the quick scribbled message. It was an address.. He memorized it before burning the letter and quickly flying to where it had said..

You woke up, Barely breathing. Every part of you hurt.. You could feel blood falling down your face, Tight ropes scratching against your wrists as they left scrapes and slight cuts. You could feel tears rolling down your face from the feelings. You looked around to see multiple things of water.. What were they planning? They barely even looked at you, Mostly just staring out the small window that showed outside. You thought it'd be best to stay silent.. Who knowss what they would do to you if you did anything wrong. Soon, The soft crackling of fire could be heard from somewhere far off... Chriz? A door from somewhere upstairs was broken, From the sounds of it, Was also launched across whatever room it broke off it's hinges in. One of the guards went to you and shoved a cloth in your mouth to stop you from talking, Getting water buckets ready above a doorway... Wait... Oh no.. Chriz!

The door was broken off its hinges and the water was brought down onto him, Just as you were able to spit out the cloth. He lost his powers and fell down the stairs, Landing on his back with a loud sickening crunch. Oh god.. The blood was pouring out from under him. His face was pain mixed with anger and fear... Was he going to be okay? The men went over to him, Starting to kick and beat on him. Scarily enough, Chriz didn't make a sound. It wasn't long before he was barely even breathing.. He had to of had multiple broken bones, And it looked like his ribs were shattered... How could someone so powerful just.. Be beaten by water? This had to of been a dream- O-Or a nightmare- SOMETHING! He couldn't be dying..

You were snapped from your thoughts momentarily as someone broke through the wall.

"Have no fear, The great sonikchu is here!!"

Sonikchu(?) Used what looked like lightning to hit the robbers, Or, Now kidnappers and knock them down, And probably kill them. It ran over and quickly undid the ropes on your hands with a big cheerful smile.

"Do not be afraid ma'am! I'm Chriz's amazing sidekick! Are you okay, Liquid?"

..No answer. Liquid was trying to regenerate, But it was talking a lot out of him and taking a while..

You quickly ran over to him and he managed to muster a weak smile up at you.

"..I-I guess I wasn't the one to save you, But I'm glad your safe nonetheless.."

He wouldn't die, But this was the perfect time for you to return the favor and take care of him. Sonikchu lept away as you weakly carried Liquid to your house. He didn't question it, In fact he had passed out half way there. It was surprising that nobody asked you why you were holding what looked like a lifeless torso in your arms while you were bleeding pretty bad.. Guess it was a common occurrence for injured people to walk through the city. When you reached home you made sure to take a shower and clean up, And wiped Chriz off a bit with a washcloth before getting him dressed in a new outfit. You laid him in bed and assumed he wouldn't mind if you kind of just.. cuddled with him a bit...

As you started to fall asleep you could feel what felt like warm arms wrapping around you, Too.

Goodnight, Y/N

Sweet dreams

❤️