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A/N: Eddie and R meet right after the events of season one. Keep in mind that R was involved in the upside down stuff so some of her strange behavior in this is because of that. R keeps it a secret from Eddie.

Summary: You haven’t been the same since you woke up in the hospital with memory loss after the earthquake hit Hawkins. When strange things start happening and you feel like you’ve started losing your mind, a group of strangers offer to help. Even though you’ve never met them before, they seem to know you better than you think.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Reader's mom is verbally and mentally abusive, I didn't show it a whole lot but keep that in mind while reading this, Cussing, Blood, Injury, Death of a parent and grandparent, Fire, Bullying, 18+ Minors, DNI

Word count: 8k (You might say, "Bee, why the hell does it take you so long to type 8k words?" And all I have to say is I don't know, and I don't want to talk about it.

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Part Thirteen

December 13th, 1983

Eddie shoved the strap to his backpack over his shoulder. He was late, so late that he was the only one left in the car filled parking lot.

He rubbed his hands together for some warmth as he made his way to the door. He knew that the second he walked into Ms. O'Donnell's he would be sent right to the principal's office to get lectured on his tardiness. Again.

You’d think that they would give up by now.

What the principal and Ms. O’Donnell didn’t know was that he actually tried to get here on time, but the van took forever to start because of how cold it was that morning.

Looking back now, Eddie was glad he was late that day.

Crossing the parking lot, avoiding the icy patches, he pulled open the double doors and sauntered into the building. He relished in the warmth that slowly seeped through his jacket and to his skin. He didn’t bother to stop by his locker. There were no books worth grabbing.

He kept his pace slow as he rounded the corner, not in a rush. He was already late, what was the point of trying to hurry now?

His speed didn’t help cushion the sudden impact to his chest and it definitely didn’t keep you from hitting the floor with a thump when you bounced off of him. It had happened so quickly that Eddie didn’t even process who he had run into, or instead who had run into him.

“Shit,” you whined, holding onto your head as you propped yourself up into a sitting position on the floor. “Why are you so hard?”

Eddie’s brain short circuited as he tried to process what you had just asked him.

“Uh, what?” He sputtered out, his face burning from your question.

“Feels like I hit a brick wall,” you clarified.

“Right, sorry. Uh, let me help you.” He stuck a ring clad hand out to pull you up off the floor.

Once you were upright again, Eddie knelt down to gather your papers and books that had scattered across the dirty floor. He handed them to you, the papers crinkling against his hand.

“Thanks,” you muttered as you took your stuff from him.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine. Just might have a concussion now,” you said with a shrug. “Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone that Eddie Munson’s the one that injured me.” You laughed.

“You know who I am?” He asked, surprised that someone like you knew who he was. Eddie, of course, knew who you were. You hung around Steve Harrington and his group of douchebags but he had never seen you be cruel like they could be. He always wondered why you were a part of that clique when you seemed so different from them.

Eddie had never seen you spare him a glance.

You tilted your head, confused at his perplexed expression. “You don’t really blend in with the crowd,” you said it like it was obvious, which it was. What you weren’t mentioning was that of course you knew who Eddie was because some of your ‘friends’ loved to target him on a daily basis.

“Right,” Eddie mumbled, remembering who he was talking to.

There was an awkward pause like neither of you were sure what to say next.

You shuffled past Eddie, heading for the locker right beside him. You opened it, ignoring the fact that he was still standing beside you. You grabbed your backpack, shoving your belongings into it.

“Did I hurt you so bad that you have to go home? Should I take you to the nurse?” Eddie asked, concerned. He was so thrown off by the impact that he hadn’t even noticed your watery eyes.

“Oh, no. My mom called the office and apparently my grandma’s in the hospital so I’m going to go see her. But, if you happen to have any pain killers I’ll gladly take those.”

Eddie regarded you for a moment. It was no secret how he made his money around school. Although you were never a customer, a lot of your friends were. Steve Harrington basically had a standing appointment with him every Thursday so he could stock up for his Friday night parties that Eddie never got invited to.

“Well, I have nothing legal,” he whispered behind his hand, although the hallways was completely empty besides the two of you standing at your open locker.

“Oh,” you sighed. “Never mind then. Guess I’ll have to just live with the concussion then. At least I’ll already be at the hospital in case things go south.”

You said it so dryly that it took a moment for Eddie to realize that you were kidding with him. It was strange that you weren’t hurling cruel words at him or brushing him off like anyone else in the school would have. He would have thought it was a trick if you hadn’t seemed so genuine.

Eddie’s eyes crinkled as he smiled at you. You closed your locker and started to back away slowly, not in fear, but like you didn’t want to go quite yet.

“Well, I should go now,” you said as you pointed a finger behind you. “Next time wear a bell or something so people know you’re coming.”

Eddie chuckled and shook his head. “I think that might just ruin my reputation. Sneaking up on girls in the hallway is kind of my thing.”

Eddie regretted it as soon as he said it. A joke to him could turn into a massive rumor tomorrow. Your reaction calmed his nerves though.

You smiled at that. “Oh, so you run into girls often, Munson?”

“Only the pretty ones.”

You both knew it was a lie. Eddie couldn’t remember the last time he had actually talked to a girl before this. Especially a pretty one like you.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head before you turned away fully and rounded the corner out of sight.

Eddie did in fact get immediately sent into the principals when he got to O’Donnells classroom, and then sentenced to detention for that evening. He replayed your interaction from that morning over and over in his head as he twirled a pencil in his hand in the cold, silent classroom. A grin still on his face.

Eddie was supposed to be doing homework but found himself ripping out a piece of notebook paper and jotting down a note.

Hope your grandma’s okay.

Sorry for the concussion.

-E.

Eddie had found himself waiting by your locker in the days following but you never showed back up to school.

January 8th, 1984

Winter break came and went but he still thought about you, even in the middle of his holiday celebrations. He worried about you even though he didn’t even know you. You were basically the enemy. He wished he had time to break into your locker and take the note out before you had the chance to see it but breaking and entering on school property wasn’t a charge he was willing to catch.

The first Monday after break he spotted you in front of your locker. A friend of yours stood beside you, chatting your ear off. He watched as you stared down at the open letter before gently folding it and putting it into the pocket of your backpack. There was a small smile across your face as you blatantly ignored the person talking to you.

Your gaze shot up and caught Eddie staring. He gave you a small wave before shooting you a concerned look. You looked tired and worn down. His feet moved towards you before he even had the chance to tell them to stop.

Your friends talking trailed off as he approached you. You looked up at him from behind your locker door with surprised eyes. It seemed everyone in the hallway had slowed their movements, trying to catch a glimpse at what Eddie Munson was doing by approaching you.

“Can I help you?” Your friend asked obnoxiously as she chewed a thick wad of gum with an open mouth. Eddie was pretty sure her name was Tammy or something.

“Are you okay?” Eddie asked you, ignoring her and the wet smacking of her mouth completely.

You nodded, just a quick jerk of your chin.

Eddie didn’t believe you. He stepped closer. “Are you sure?”

Another nod, this time your eyes peered around him nervously. Eddie stepped back. What had he been thinking? One conversation in an empty hallway hadn’t made you friends and it definitely didn’t mean he could just approach you whenever he wanted to. Something about you had made him forget where he stood on the high school social hierarchy.

“Is this freak bothering you?” Steve Harrington asked as he approached. The crowd in the hallway made a wide circle, prepared for the show.

Eddie tensed, well aware of what followed after the use of his lovely nickname.

“Don’t call him that,” you snapped at Steve, slamming your locker shut. The murmur of voices in the hallway hushed completely.

Steve raised a confused brow at you, taken back by your outburst.

“I was just asking a question,” Steve mumbled.

“No. You were being an asshole. Again.” You reprimanded him in the way that only happens after years of friendship. Steve backed down at your tone, shooting a nervous look at Eddie.

You turned to the crowd in the hallway, all of the people still thinking they were going to see a fight.

“What the hell are you all looking at?” You snapped at them. The crowd started moving again, realizing that if they stayed they would have to deal with you.

Eddie was entranced. He had never seen you like this before.

“I’m fine,” you gritted out to Steve, Eddie and Tammy before you marched away from them and to your class, leaving them all standing there in your dust.

Eddie was skipping his third period gym class when he heard the sniffles. Usually, Eddie would ignore something like that but these ones made his heart clench.

He found you behind the gym, sitting on the cold hard ground. Your knees were pulled up to your chest and your head was in your hands. Your shoulders were shaking up and down with your sobs.

Eddie approached slowly, not wanting to startle you.

The sound of his sneakers crunching against a piece of gravel had your head popping up and looking at him. You immediately wiped at the tears on your face, trying to hide the fact that you had been crying.

Eddie didn’t point out that wiping the tears away was useless as he sat down beside you. Damn, the ground was really cold. He could feel it all the way through his pants. Small goosebumps broke across his skin and he shivered. He wondered how long you had been sitting out here like this. You must be freezing.

You turned your head away from Eddie, hiding your face. You probably wished he would just go away and leave you alone. He also wished that he could do that, but he just couldn’t bring himself to.

After a moment or two, Eddie spoke, “Yeah, I hate school too.”

You let out a small, pitiful laugh that you tried to cover up with a cough. Eddie heard it though, and it made him happy.

You didn’t say anything for a moment until you finally turned to him. “Don’t you have gym this period?”

Eddie felt his face break out into a wide gin. “You been keeping track of me or something?”

“No. I just know because one time I was walking by the gym and saw you get hit in the face with a basketball. You don’t have very good hand eye coordination, you know?”

Eddie was speechless. He remembered the day you were talking about. The one time he had actually tried to participate in gym and he got clocked in the face while he wasn’t paying attention to a particularly boring game of basketball. The guy who did it honestly didn’t mean to, he had genuinely thought Eddie would be able to catch it.

His head touched the brick wall behind him as he let out a loud laugh, not at the fact that he had gotten hit in the face, but because you had seen him and remembered it enough to make a joke out of it. It wasn’t even a cruel joke at his expense, but you had said it to make him laugh when he should be trying to make you laugh instead.

You chuckled along, wiping the stray tears that spilled.

Eddie stopped laughing when he noticed your eyes were still watery.

“You wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

You shrugged. Eddie thought at first you weren’t going to tell him.

“My grandma died.”

“Oh shit.” Eddie let out a puff of air. “I’m sorry. That’s why you haven’t been at school?”

“Oh, so now you’re the one keeping track of me?” You nudged his shoulder playfully.

Yes, he had been, and he wasn’t about to tell you that.

Eddie pushed off the ground and stood over you. You looked up at him confused until he stuck his hand out to pull you up. The way your hand fit into his felt right.

“Hey, uh, do you wanna get out of here?” Eddie tugged at a strand of his hair and pulled it in front of his face shyly. His defensiveness was still expecting you to call him a freak and run away but another part of him told him that you were different from everyone else.

You thought for a moment before you agreed and Eddie led you to his van.

February 14th, 1984

Eddie had decided that today was the day.

After a month of shoving notes back and forth into each other's lockers and hanging out at his trailer when your mom thought you were at some other friend's house, he was finally going to ask you on a date.

The flirtation was obviously there between the two of you. At least Eddie thought it was. Neither of you had pushed the boundaries of your new friendship though. The days spent together were full of laughing and talking while still not crossing the line between friendship and something more.

Eddie wanted to change that. He didn’t think he could go another second without letting you know how you made him feel. So that’s why he was back to creeping around your locker, hoping that you wouldn’t laugh at the note that he had placed in there for you.

Valentine's day had never really been a success for Eddie. He had a good feeling about this one though.

He watched as you approached your locker, alone this time thankfully. A red rose was held delicately between your fingers. Jealousy reared its ugly head at the thought of whatever asshole had cornered you in the hallway to give it to you. He wasn’t stupid, he knew that you had tons of other guys pining after you. He just hoped you didn’t think he was another one of those hopeless losers.

It took you forever to spin the dial and open it up. Finally, you pulled out the red card Eddie had bought at the grocery store. Wayne had spotted him with it and although he didn’t say anything Eddie could tell he wanted to poke fun at him for buying a valentine.

He watched as your grin grew as you read it.

Will you please go out on a date with me?

-E.

Okay, so the smile was a good sign. Or maybe you were laughing at him. Maybe whoever gave you that stupid flower already beat him to it and swept you off of your feet. Maybe he never stood a chance in the first place.

During his distracting mental gymnastics over what your smile meant, he hadn’t even noticed you approaching him.

“A date, huh?” You asked cheekily. You were still smiling at him.

“I mean, uh, yeah?” Eddie didn’t know what he was saying. He wanted to find some place to run and hide. Hopefully if he disappeared long enough you would forget about this by the time he reappeared.

“Okay.”

“Wait, okay? You’re saying yes?” Eddie wasn’t sure he had heard you correctly. There was no way you were actually agreeing.

“Yes,” you laughed that laugh that Eddie had come to love. The flower twirled between your fingers.

Love. The word sent a shiver down his spine.

That couldn’t be the right word for this.

“Oh, and this is for you,” you announced as you held the flower out to him.

Eddie took it from you gently. He couldn’t believe he had ever thought the flower was stupid. It was obviously the most beautiful and precious thing in the world since it came from you.

“You- For me? You got this for me?” He sputtered out, still mesmerized by it.

Now, you were the one looking unsure. “Sorry, if it’s weird. I just saw it and thought you might like it.”

“I love it,” Eddie immediately replied.

There was that word again.

“So, a date?...”

“Right,” Eddie straightened. He had prepared for this. “Today? After school?”

Eddie will be the first to admit that he fucked up.

When he planned this date, he didn’t take into account the weather forecast. He was so excited over the prospect of you saying yes that everything else kind of faded into the background.

He realized that he made a mistake, as he watched you try to pretend you weren’t cold as you sat on the blanket across from him at the park.

Eddie had packed sandwiches and chips the night before in a makeshift picnic. If he had been smart, he would have sat and watched the nightly news for the weather with Wayne.

February was a hit or miss for warmth. Although it had been warmer during the day, the slight shiver you were sporting proved the temperature had dropped.

Eddie found himself stripping off his jacket and draping it over your shoulders.

“But you’re going to get cold?” Your concern made his heart flutter.

Eddie shook his head. “No, I’m actually pretty warm. I don’t really ever get cold.” That was a lie but he couldn’t sit here and watch you freeze any longer.

You hummed, eyeing him suspiciously. You saw through his bullshit already.

Eddie liked that about you.

Eddie liked a lot about you actually. He liked you so much that he was planning on asking you an important question if this date went well. If he still had the nerve by the time this was over. So far, it wasn’t looking good.

You took a small bite of your peanut butter and jelly sandwich, eyes focused on the ducks that lazily lapped the pond.

Eddie’s grand idea was that you two could have a romantic picnic in the park and then watch the sunset over the pond. He saw it in one of those romantic movies that he was forced to watch when he was too lazy to grab the remote.

“Hey, what's wrong?” You sounded concerned as you looked over at Eddie with a frown.

“Nothing,” he quickly denied.

“Eddie,” you tried again. Your hand placed gently on the knees of his scratchy jeans. “Are you nervous?”

“Me? No, no. I’m not nervous at all,” he dismissed your claim passionately, head shaking and hair swaying side to side with his movement.

You smiled at him, because despite his antics, you knew he was nervous. Was it the slight tremble of his hand or the way he had barely eaten since you’d been there?

“You’re not?”

“Do you want me to be?”

This made you lean your head back and laugh loudly. Eddie relaxed slightly, your hand still on his knee.

He noticed some of the ducks wandering at the edge of the pond. He knew he wouldn’t be able to finish eating this sandwich, especially not with how close you had gotten to him. He pulled off a piece of crust, tossing it on the grass for them to eat.

Eddie didn’t expect a swarm of them to start waddling up to the blanket you sat on. You looked at Eddie wide eyed when one came up onto the blanket and pecked at the bag of chips by your leg.

Another one tried to get 5he rest of Eddie's sandwich out of his hand. He thought they were going for his finger so he jerked away.

The ducks didn’t like that.

Before he knew it he was cornered and they were coming at him from all directions. Eddie jumped up, snatching your hand to drag you to safety away from their beaks. You had enough thought to grab Eddie’s blanket as he pulled you quickly to the parking lot.

Eddie chanced a glance behind his shoulder to see a trail of ducks beelining it towards the both of you. He picked up the pace with you matching his speed and keeping up as he held your hand tightly in his. His leather jacket still wrapped around you.

Eddie didn’t think until you were both by the van to throw the sandwich that he was still holding onto at them.

“Here! Take it!” He yelled, tossing the sandwich onto the ground in front of them. They took the bait, focusing on the sandwich instead of attacking you and Eddie.

Eddie turned to you to find you panting from the unexpected run. The sparkling white shoes you had been wearing were now covered in a thick layer of mud.

“I’m so sorry. This is probably the worst date you’ve ever been on and I understand if-”

Eddie’s words were lost as you fisted the front of his t-shirt and dragged his mouth down to yours.

He didn’t move at first, worried that he was reading this wrong. That was, until he realized that you were currently kissing him and there was literally no other way to read this. So he kissed you back.

When you both pulled away from each other you were still out of breath from your run.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Eddie blurted out, not waiting another second or he would lose his nerve.

He couldn’t find himself to be mad at the ducks anymore when you said yes.

Maybe Valentine's Day wasn’t so bad after all.

May 25th, 1984

Eddie laid face down on your bed with his face shoved into your pillow. He deeply inhaled the smell of your shampoo on your pillow case.

He could feel the eyes of the duck figurine on your dresser staring at him. He remembered the day he brought it to you, about a month after you made it official. He found it in one of his neighbors' yards by the trash can. He took it for himself, cleaning it up and supergluing a pair of googly eyes to its face. You had cried laughing at the reminder of your first date and displayed it proudly in your room. Making you laugh had been worth the effort.

This is where he had been lying since he got here. You left him alone, letting him mope in peace while you sat across the room at your desk, nose buried in a romance book that he would try to understand when you enthusiastically explained the plot to him later. He could usually never keep up but hearing you explain something you loved made him happy.

Eddie sighed, sitting up and ready to talk about it now. It had been something that you two had been dancing around since it became clear months ago.

Tomorrow was graduation, and Eddie wouldn’t be attending.

You had tried to see the bright side to the situation. Constantly reminding Eddie that you were going into your senior year, so you could have classes together and you’d be able to help him more.

Eddie didn’t mind spending more time with you but he didn’t like feeling like a failure.

It reminded him too much of his father.

“I think you’re being too hard on yourself,” you said as you put your book down.

“Easy for you to say. You’re not a failure,” he muttered.

You shook your head at him, crossing the room to sit beside him on the bed.

“You’re not a failure,” you reminded him. “Look at all you’ve done.”

Eddie scoffed, grabbing your pillow and holding it to his chest. “Like what? What have I done that makes me not a failure?”

“Needing a little bit more time does not make you a failure. So what if Mrs. O’Donnell or Principal Higgins doesn’t see how creative and amazing you are? I see it. And I thought you knew better than to judge your self worth based on academics anyways.”

Your hand met Eddies, fitting into his perfectly.

Eddie rolled his head back against the headboard and couldn’t help the words that came out next.

“I love you,” he blurted out, shocking himself with the ease they slid out.

You blinked a few times in surprise before you smiled and said, “I love you too, Eddie. So much.”

A car door slamming from the driveway had you pulling away from Eddie in a hurry. You scrambled to the window that overlooked the front of the house.

“Shit! My mom’s home early,” you gasped.

Eddie felt his gut sink. He hadn’t met your mom yet but by hearing the way you talked about her he could only assume how this meeting was about to go.

Eddie felt like he understood your parental issues slightly. He knew your dad had passed a little bit back and that put a strain on your and your mothers relationship. You had once described it to him as a mental break that you had tried to be patient with but it was only growing worse. At least you had your grandmother before she passed, who you had spent most your time with instead of being at home.

Without your grandmother you were just stuck with your mom with no one to stand up for you.

Well, except for Eddie.

“Should I run?” Eddie asked, half joking and half serious. He’d jump out the window if he had to.

“It’s too late. She’ll know,” you mumbled.

Eddie hated seeing the look on your face when you heard the downstairs door slam and your name called sharply.

You rushed downstairs, not wanting to keep her waiting.

“Hey, mom. You’re home early,” you said with a false cheerfulness that Eddie could see right through.

“Easy day,” your mom said as she set down her purse and keys. “Whose ugly van is that outside?”

“Mom,” you started with a pleading tone. “This is my boyfriend, Eddie Munson. Remember I told you about him?”

Your mom finally noticed Eddie standing awkwardly behind you with his hands clasped behind his back. He felt the burning scrutiny of her stare as she looked him up and down, taking in all of his flaws. Eddie fought the urge to grab you and run from this mean woman and her stare.

“I thought you said he was just a friend,” Your mom finally said, mouth twisted like she had eaten something sour. “I figured you were doing charity or tutoring underprivileged students.”

Eddie was used to being talked down to by adults. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t hurt by her words. As awful as she is, he wanted her approval. For once he wanted to be able to say he was good enough for you, and for someone to agree with him.

It was easy to ignore the looks you got in the hallways at school. It wasn’t easy when the looks came from your family.

Both your fists clenched at your sides and your shoulders tensed. Eddie grew more nervous, worried about how you were going to react to her words. You had made sure that people at school had learned to keep their mouths shut about your relationship quickly.

“He is not a charity. He is my boyfriend,” You grit out. Eddie could hear how hard it was for you to push those words out of your mouth calmly.

He wanted to comfort you, tell you it was okay. But he knew the second he showed you and affection your mom would use that as ammunition. He kept his distance.

“Eddie, do not park your van in front of my house anymore. I don’t want the neighbors getting the wrong idea,” your mom snapped at him.

Eddie nodded. “Yes, Ma’am.”

With one last scrutinizing look, your mom looked away from you and Eddie.

“Your friend needs to go home. I invited the Harringtons over for dinner tonight,” your mom announced as she walked into the kitchen.

You sighed, shaking your head. When you turned to look at Eddie he could see the unshed tears glistening in your eyes.

“It’s okay,” he whispered so your mom wouldn’t hear. “I’m gonna go. Call me later, okay?”

You nodded, eyes on him as he came up beside you and squeezed your shoulder gently.

Eddie hated leaving you in that house with her. He hated hearing your cracking voice over the phone at night after you and her had gotten into yet another argument. He wanted to rescue you and steal you away from her so she could never hurt you again.

That’s why failing senior year hit so hard. He wished he had met you sooner so that he could’ve tried to get his shit together quicker. At least you were going to be seniors together this time.

One day, Eddie was going to be your knight in shining armor.

November 7th, 1984

You had been acting weird since Halloween.

Eddie didn’t want to mention it at first, thinking that maybe it was because your mom got mad that you were out late Halloween night with him. But over the week, you grew more and more distracted.

You would zone out in class and then after school you would always be too busy to talk because you had to go babysit some kids.

Today was the first time he had talked you into spending some time with him all week. One look at you and he knew something was really wrong.

You dropped your backpack on the floor and climbed into Eddie’s bed as soon as you got inside his room.

Eddie sat beside you, ignoring the pile of homework he needed to work on.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked softly.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you sighed, turning away from him so he couldn’t see your face.

“Yes there is. You’ve been acting weird all week.” He didn’t want to sound accusing. He trusted you. But if your mom had done something or said something that crossed the line he wanted to know so he could help you.

“I said I’m fine, Eddie,” you said harshly.

Eddie sighed, staring up at the ceiling for a moment to think about what to do next.

“You’re not fine. You’ve been a ghost all week. You barely talk at school and you just zone out. I said your name six times today before you even knew I was standing there. And you’ve been so busy after school that we have barely talked. I’m really worried about you. If you need space from me just tell me but if your mom did something then…” The words died in Eddie’s throat when he noticed your shoulder shaking and your face buried into his pillow.

“Shit, baby. Come here,” Eddie said as he climbed behind you and wrapped his arms around you. “Just tell me what’s going on.”

“I can’t,” you sobbed.

“Yes you can. Did someone say something to you? Did someone hurt you?” Eddie was frantic now. If someone had hurt you he didn’t know the type of person he would become. He just knew that he would make sure whoever hurt you would never be able to hurt you again.

“No. I just-” You turned to your side to face Eddie head on. “I promise I’m safe. No one hurt me. Everything is safe for now.”

“I don’t understand,” Eddie admitted, brushing a piece of hair out of your face tenderly.

“I need you to promise me that you’ll drop it. I promise I’m okay. I just had a lot going on but now everything is going back to normal. I didn’t mean to make you worried.”

Eddie didn’t want to drop it though. Something had happened after Halloween and he wanted to know what it was. But you were adamant not to tell him. He had no choice but to let it go.

“Okay, baby,” he said, pulling you in. “I’ll drop it. But if something is bothering you I want you to come to me, okay?”

Eddie felt you sniffle and nod against him as you relaxed. Eddie trusted you but you were hiding something.

Something big.

May 24th, 1985

Your name was called followed by applause as you walked across the stage to get your diploma.

Eddie stood up and cheered, gaining a nasty look from your mother who sat a few spaces down. Eddie didn’t care. He was so happy for you.

Eddie didn’t graduate again this year. School is hard. You tried to help the best you could, always so patient with him when you have to explain things repeatedly. He thought you two having the same classes would surely help him.

He it was his own fault with not paying attention in class but he couldn’t help his mind from wandering. Sitting still for so long was hard.

It also didn’t help that Ms. O’Donnell had it out for him.

He couldn’t believe that you were going to go to school to become a teacher. Not that you wouldn’t be great. You were so patient and smart. He knew you would be better than any teacher he had ever had. You would never fail students just because you didn’t like them unlike the fine teachers of Hawkins High that Eddie had the honor of being taught by.

With your diploma in your hand, you turned and gave Eddie a bright smile. A silent, “I did it. I love you.”

Eddie gave you two thumbs up, not wanting to yell because the next student was crossing the stage. A silent, “I”m proud of you. I love you.”

He pushed through the crowd after the final remarks were made. It was hard to find you in the sea of green caps and gowns. Eddie was pretty sure he might have elbowed a kid in the face.

He saw you, looking for him too as you tried to make your way through the crowd, having less luck than him. He grabbed you around the waist when he got close enough. You squealed, turning to smack a big kiss on his cheek.

“Hi,” you whispered with a wide smile on your face, ignoring the people bumping into you.

“Hi,” Eddie whispered back, any hard feelings about not graduating disappearing. Today was about you.

You tugged Eddie’s arm, silently leading him out to the parking lot where Wayne and your mother waited. Neither of them looked at each other. Your mom had a sour look on her face like she had been sucking on a lemon. Eddie wondered what Wayne might have said to her to make her get that look. Wayne had never been quiet about his dislike for the way she treated you. The thing was you never had to even tell him that she wasn’t nice to you, Wayne just knew. Same way he knew when Eddie was young too.

Eddie was surprised to hear that his uncle wanted to attend your graduation too. When Eddie voiced as much, all Wayne replied with was, “Why the hell wouldn’t I go?”

And that was the end of that.

“Let me get some pictures of you,” Wayne said as he pulled out the polaroid camera he had for special occasions. It wasn’t often that it left the back of the closet. Film was expensive.

Eddie pulled you in front of the van. “Got to get my other girl in it too,” he teased.

You rolled your eyes and laughed at him. The camera went off for the first photo.

“Alright. Both of you look here and smile for this one,” Wayne called.

As soon as the second picture was taken your mom spoke up, “Alright. We have lunch we have to get to.”

“I was gonna go have lunch with Eddie and Wayne. Remember?” You asked. That had been the plan since the beginning. Wayne was gonna make you and Eddie lunch back at the trailer. Nothing fancy but Eddie knew you had been looking forward to it.

“No. The Holloways and Harringtons invited us out to have lunch with them. Come on,” she said, waving her hand for you to follow her like a child.

“Okay. Then you have lunch with them. I’ll be home later,” you said, standing closer to Eddie and grabbing his hand.

When you and Eddie had first gotten together you would make excuses for your mom. You used to say that she was just protective since your dad had died. Now, you had come to the light on your own about how your mom actually was.

Eddie had a feeling she would do anything to keep you and Eddie apart. Especially now that you were fighting back.

You didn’t wait for her to argue back with you as you climbed up into the van. Eddie followed your lead, scurrying over to the drivers side.

All he remembers seeing as you both drove away was the angry face of your mother in the rearview mirror.

That night, you and Eddie made a plan to move in together when Eddie graduated high school.

July 4th 1985

The tires to the van squealed as he pulled into the mall parking lot. Yellow caution tape was put up, blocking anyone from coming or going.

Eddie jumped out of the van, cursing when he saw just how massive the fire was. The fire was so bright that he could feel the heat hitting his face even from a distance.

No one noticed him as he climbed under the caution tape. Everyone was already too preoccupied with the disaster in front of them.

Starcourt mall was burning down. And you might be in it.

You were supposed to be here helping Nancy Wheeler find some top at one of the stores in the mall. At least that’s what you said when you called Eddie earlier and hurriedly told him you’d be over later to set off fireworks together.

When you didn’t show he became worried, even calling your mom to see if you were home. When he heard that the mall was on fire he became desperate to make sure you were okay. He didn’t even know if his heart was beating in his chest anymore from the fear.

He doesn’t even remember the drive over here. It was all a blur as he broke every traffic law in the state of Indiana.

The top of the mall was collapsing into itself from the heat. Firefighters lined the sidewalk, blasting water on it but it made no difference. The building was destroyed and so was anyone that was in it.

Eddie pushed through bodies of cops and officials to get closer. If you were in there, he was going in too. Even if it was the last thing he did, he was going to make sure you were safe.

A hand grabbed his arm and spun him around. Eddie came face to face with a tired looking police officer.

“You cannot be here!” The officer yelled over the sound of the sirens and fire.

Who knew fire was so loud?

Eddie tried to yank his arm away but the officer held on tight.

“Let me go!” Eddie grit out.

The officer tugged on him, pulling him away from where he needed to be. Eddie started swinging his arms, hoping it would break the grip enough for him to run back towards the mall.

“Keep resisting and I’m going to arrest you,” the officer warned.

Eddie had an argument formed, but it died when he heard his name called from behind him.

Eddie whirled around, searching for the sound.

He found you sitting in the back of an ambulance covered by an emergency blanket. You pushed it off, struggling to get yourself off the stretcher.. A paramedic put his hand on you to keep you in place.

Eddie broke away from the officer, sprinting towards you at full speed.

“Fuck,” he yelled once he got into the stretcher and grabbed you, pulling you close to your chest.

Eddie didn’t realize he was crying until he felt you wiping his tears away.

“It’s okay. I’m okay,” you kept repeating softly.

Your hair smelled like fireworks. If he still wasn’t so afraid he would laugh.

“Oh, shit. Your leg,” Eddie gasped when he saw the wound that the paramedic had been trying to tend to before he made his entrance.

“It’s okay. It’s just a scratch. Won’t even leave a scar.”

Eddie kissed you, not caring about the paramedic being able to see. His lips pressed hard into yours. For a moment when he had arrived, he had feared that he would never be able to kiss you again.

You were trying to be brave. Eddie could see the exhaustion in your face. Blood covered your shirt, more than what came from the cut on your leg. Soot and ash were smeared across your cheeks, clothes, and hands. He could tell by the look in your eyes that you had seen something bad that night, and he had the unshakeable feeling that it was going to change you.

“Baby,” Eddie muttered, as he moved far enough away for the paramedic to do his job, but while still being able to keep his hands on you, afraid that you would disappear into the air like the smoke outside. His heart still pounded in his ears and he knew the adrenaline would crash eventually, but for now he had to remain standing and strong for you. He was sure your crash was going to be significantly worse than his.

He couldn’t wait to get you home, back to the trailer, away from all of these people so he could hold you. He wouldn’t believe you were okay until he saw it for himself.

Steve Harrington approached your ambulance with a blanket wrapped around him and his blue sailor suit. Eddie would normally laugh at the sight, as he had many times before, but Steve’s condition was frightening. Bruises framed his bloodshot eyes and blood dripping down his shirt. Steve looked like he had gotten into a battle and lost instead of escaping a fire.

“Did you try to fight the fire? You know firefighters don’t actually use their fists,” Eddie asked, half joking and half serious.

Eddie noticed how Steve and you stared at each other for a moment before you decided to speak.

“He fell while trying to get out.”

For some reason, Eddie couldn’t believe that but he decided to let it go. He didn’t think a fall would leave those kinds of marks but who was he to say.

“Men in suits are here,” Steve warned you in a low voice. Eddie had the feeling that Steve was trying not to let him hear.

You laid your head back against the stretcher with a groan. “I was hoping we wouldn’t have to deal with them tonight.”

“Deal with who?” Eddie asked, feeling like he was missing something.

“Just the mall's insurance company. Probably want to make sure we can’t sue,” Steve said quickly.

You lifted your head up and gave Eddie a nervous smile.

Eddie didn’t know how to explain it but something didn’t feel right. He didn’t want to think about it though. He was just happy that you were okay.

He didn’t know what he would do if he ever lost you.

March 21, 1986

Eddie hadn’t felt right since his weird interaction in the woods earlier that day. The whole time he set up for Hellfire he felt distracted, like something was wrong.

He was so grateful when you finally arrived to bring him the supplies he had forgotten for Hellfire.

“What’s wrong?” You asked after pressing a kiss to his cheek. He hadn’t realized he was wearing his worry on his face.

Eddie peeked around you, making sure no one had snuck in through the door behind you.

“Chrissy Cunningham came to my spot at lunch. She wanted me to sell to her.” Eddie whispered.

You gave him a confused look, probably wondering what was wrong with that. Money was money no matter who it came from. Eddie knew you didn’t particularly care for the way he made money, but you never told him to stop.

“Okay? Did something happen?”

“She was acting weird. She bumped into me and I thought she was going to run away screaming. I offered her some weed but she wanted something stronger,” Eddie admitted.

“Something stronger? As in?”

“I have some stuff back at the trailer. She wants to come over and get it after the game. Please tell me you’re still coming over,” Eddie begged you.

“Yes. I’ll be there. But maybe she was just scared of you and that’s why she was acting weird,” you shrugged, sending him a sly smile.

“Oh, yeah? Am I scary?” He asked as he pulled you in.

“Terrifying,” you muttered before you leaned forward and kissed him deeply, your back hitting the edge of the table. The pieces that Eddie had already set up knocked over but neither of you cared.

The door opened and closed followed by loud, obnoxious gagging.

“Get a room,” Dustin screamed as he entered.

“This is a room,” Eddie said as he pulled away, pinning them with a harsh stare. He was already going into dungeon master mode.

You laughed, patting Eddie’s cheek. You thought it was cute when he went into his dungeon master mode. Eddie would sometimes play it up a little bit to make you laugh.

“Alright, I’m gonna go watch Lucas win,” you announced as you grabbed your bag and gave Eddie one last peck on the cheek. “I’ll meet you in the parking lot after. I love you. Everyone behave.”

“I love you too,” Eddie whispered, not wanting any of the guys to hear because they would give him shit the whole game.

He clapped his hands in front of him loudly. “Alright, let’s get started.”

October 16th, 1986-Present Day

You slowly closed the notebook and just stared at the cover. Eddie was nervous. He had tried not to hover the whole time you read but he liked watching your facial expressions whenever you read something that made you happy or sad.

Could you imagine it the way he did when he read it back? There were some things he didn’t include in the notebook, particularly the time he bought your engagement ring. He wanted that to be a surprise.

If he ever got the chance to surprise you again.

Eddie shuffled on his feet, not sure if he should say anything to you yet.

You looked up at him with tired, bloodshot eyes.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

You nodded quickly, wiping at your face. “This was a lot…I think I’m just going to go to bed now.”

Eddie understood. It was a lot of information to inhale. He hoped it wasn’t a mistake showing it to you.

You got up and walked to the spare bedroom, your room for the night since your mattress had been ruined by the leaking roof.

Eddie tried not to feel hurt by your distance as he laid on the couch and stared at the ceiling. He thought of the times when you were inseparable. If he knew then what he knew now, he would have cherished those moments more than he already did.

You just needed time and Eddie would give you as much as you needed.

#eddie munson au #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson series #eddie munson imagine #eddie stranger things #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x you

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Ascended Astarion/Tiefling!Tav Pt. 3

Summary: You confront Astarion, and he reveals his plans

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Warnings: Astarion is a manipulative little shit, demeaning words and actions, power dynamics, gaslighting, abusive behavior. Not a happy chapter.

He did not respond at first, eyes lowering as he pondered something. After a few moments however, his smile returned, devilish enough to be mistaken for one, if not for the lack of horns. He mused to himself as he looked down at you, admiring the ensemble you had put on for him, seemingly pleased with it. He released his hold, beckoning you to follow him as he made his way back to the mahogany desk.

"Come sit, a poor thing like you must be exhausted from all that trifling chatter," His tone was patronizing, belittling. You hesitated to comply, causing his head to tilt once more. His smile faltered for a moment, becoming annoyed before the flash of his teeth returned. "My dearest, I'm afraid I haven't got the time for idle gossip. Unless, of course, you're too desperately lonely tonight to stand being unattended. I can fetch one of the spawn to indulge in-"

"I'm not..." You cut him off, laughing in disbelief, appalled at the thought. You remained where you stood, much to Astarion's displeasure. You were somewhat angry now, much of your hesitancy gone, allowing the words to slip out without much thought. "Speak honestly, am I so easy to brush off to you? That you would rather hand me off to one of your servants than treat me as your own?"

"Don't be stupid, my pet," His voice lowered dangerously, like a warning that you should tread carefully. His words sounded poisonous, laced with false sweetness. "You should be more grateful for what I've given you. We are so close to taking this city for our own, and yet you stand here to demand more of me? Tell me, then, what more can I give you? What more shall you demand until you are satisfied?"

You didn't respond, knowing it would further waste your time. You inhaled sharply, keeping your head held high. Red eyes watching your every move, narrowed and irate. You were dealing with a predator instead of your dear partner.

There was something about submission that seemed to give him purpose, as though he sought to exhort it in everyone he ever met. A part of you knew it would be easily to simply surrender yourself to him, but you would not bend so easily to him. If you could deny yourself your inheritance, reject the very blood that conceived you, you could just as well resist a vampire ascendent's temptation.

Denying Bhaal, denying your Urge, killing Orin, all of it allowed you to begin a new life, free from any sort of expectation. A life you had once hoped could have been shared with the one you chose to love. However, you would not allow yourself to repeat the cycle of control. If your lover sought to dominate you rather than play an equal part in your life, then you would simply continue it without him.

His eyes wondered for a moment, reading your face before again scrutinizing your figure. Finally, he sighed, lips twisting into a knowing grin.

"Darling, you taunt me so cruelly," His attention turned away from you to his desk. Various papers and documents were scattered in a messy, yet organized manner. Trade deals, guilds contracts, events within the city. He was networking, garnering trust amongst the most influential parties, securing his seat amongst them. There were very few times he actually allowed you to look through the various annals, though that did not stop you from allowing yourself access every now and again. Manners were kept to a degree, if nothing more than to respect his privacy, but his need to keep his ordeals a secret made you question his intent.

"You might find this particular arrangement interesting," Astarion sifted through the stacks of sheets, leafing through them looking for something specific. He hummed as he found what he was looking for, raising a singular slip of paper, holding it out to you, though demanding that you approach to take it. You obliged, approaching him quietly to take it from his hand. You gave him a cautious look before grasping the paper. Confusion washed through you as you read the scrawled words.

"What is this?" Various names of well-known patrons were written on the page, along with every asset they owned. Brothels, bank vaults, ship ports, temples, every shop and trade that they sponsored; all neatly arranged and documented, with the value of each labeled. You looked up at him for an explanation, but he looked expectantly, waiting for you to continue reading. One particular location stood out to you above everything else: the House of Grief. The Sharran temple had remained barren since it was decimated by your companions.

"This, little gem, is the final motion," He gently took the paper from your hands before you were allowed to look at it any further. His hand lifted to play with your hair, seemingly engrossed in its silkiness. "I've been tracking the ventures of our dear friends in the upper city. Every coin they bleed from this city, every person they commission, every inch of property they've acquired. I can place each and every name by its worth into a single number."

He positioned himself behind you, pulling your waist against his, and wrapping his arms around your torso in a tight embrace. Proximity to him felt alien compared to anyone else. He was never warm, physically. Sometimes it felt like being pressed against a stone wall.

"I told you we were close…" He brought a hand up to caress your neck so delicately. "Tell me, my dear, who do you think has the most influence over this city?"

"Whoever controls the most resources," A ripple of goosebumps erupted from his frigid touch as you spoke quietly. "And whoever has the most connections."

"Good girl," He leaned down to kiss your neck lightly. He pulled away after a singular peck, placed knowingly against a spot he once loved to suckle. His voice was low. "You've always been a clever little soul."

He released you then, suddenly, as though nothing had happened to begin with. It left you frazzled, nervous. He was teasing you, it was more than obvious, but it was working all the same. How bitter it felt to still crave the touch from something that left you feeling scorned. As though his fingers bled into you like daggers, and you wished for it all the same.

"Not far from now, I shall invite each name on this list to celebrate a newfound partnership, or sorts," He held up the paper once more, an uncouth look in his eyes. More hungry and eager than you had seen in a long while. "I will gift them what every slimy little pig with coin dreams of, and we shall reap upon their fortunes together, my love."

"You're going to turn them?" The response to his plan sounded more condemning than you intended, but it didn't match the confoundment you felt. "You're going to turn the most egomaniacal, power-hungry people in this city into spawn? Are you mad?"

"Oh come now, this is quite tactful," He laid out more documents, revealing contract after contract that would essentially give him dictatorship over each and every resource within the city. From agriculture, black markets, commerce of industrial goods, even to the guilds. All of it would be under his control. He wasn't just going to stop there, you realized. Guilds had little influence aside from corruption and intimidation. It would take him years to make enough spawn if he wanted to overthrow the any sort of established order. But if he hired Nine-Fingers to provide him arms, then he wouldn't have to wait at all. "You couldn't possibly have expected me to enter this game fairly, did you? Did you want me to wait another hundred years so I could slowly do what I can do now in a single night?"

"What about the Flaming Fist?" You asked earnestly. "You can't seriously expect Duke Ravengard to give you sovereignty?"

"You have far more faith in the stability of the Duke and his infantry. He is simply another wrinkle that needs ironing out if this is to go smoothly," Astarion seemed indifferent to it all, musing to himself as though he were excited to see its downfall. "The Duke has been replaced before, I'm sure you remember it well. You helped in it after all, even if you can't remember."

Your nose wrinkled at his remark. He should know better than to bring up that time, as though your past actions didn't haunt you any less then than they did now.

"I do not plan to fail where Gortash did, however. He had the support of the public, but nothing with structure. I, on the other hand, will have every significant figure at my disposal," He discarded everything back onto the table, leaning over it calmly. "I think it will all be rather easy, in the end."

"You're going to overthrow the entire system? The Duke?"

"Well, I would like to try and persuade him first," He mused, relishing at the thought. "But, I suppose that's a simpler way of phrasing it."

"You're not being serious," You looked at him with wide eyes, almost wanting to laugh at the mere idea. "Do you understand how much dissension that would cause? You intend to unseat not only the Duke of the city, but Wyll's father? What is he meant to do?"

"Dear Wyll has poor taste in companions. He always has, I'm afraid," Astarion examined his nails, cleaning what little dirt may be beneath them. "His own folly will not stop me from claiming what is owed. In fact, I just had a thought-- he would make for a most delicious steward, don't you think-"

You were quick to descend your rage upon him, raising your hand to lay a singular unbending strike across his virtuous face. Your head shook with fury, nose scrunched further in disgust. His head twisted upon the impact, surprise riddled all over his gorgeous face.

"He was your friend. They all were, how can you talk about any of them like that?" You hissed, craning your neck up at him. When his head finally returned to meet yours, a furious hatred gleamed within his eyes, hotter than the hells. His teeth glistened upon the grimace that twisted his features. You sighed, finding that your distress was not waning. "I don't know what I expected from you when you promised me the city. I was too naïve to take you that seriously, too blinded to see what would happen to you in that pursuit."

"I don't need to take take this from the likes of you," He stood straight, gaining advantage over you in height alone, and towering over you. His shadow obscured every inch of your figure, and in his shade, you were consumed. However, you ignored him, continuing to prattle your convictions like a saint.

"We've both changed so much since we came back to this city," You started, shaking your head, looking at him indignantly. You should have known better, it would have been much easier to have just left without a word. To have never started a scene, but you wanted closure. You wanted to ensure there was no chance that you would willingly return to the man before you. "You're cold, distant. You regard me with the same affection your spawn. You promise me everything except yourself. I hardly recognize you anymore. Not since Cazador--"

"Do not speak that creature's name." When he moved, you did not know, but it was quick and silent. One hand immediately latched onto your jaw, bruisingly tight, the other around your horn, much like a handle, holding your head in place. You tried to pull away instinctually, but his fingers curled around one of your horns, painfully straining your neck and pulling you back into place. The duress in his words sent goosebumps along your spine, and your voice caught in your throat. "That worthless memory should die like everything else that's in the past. You know better than that to test me, my heart."

"What is this even worth to you now?" Your voice was hushed, but angry. You held firm onto your resolve, if only dwarfed by his unnatural strength. "You said this wouldn't change you. It wouldn't change anything between us. You made a promise."

"I promised to give you everything, and nothing less. And just as I'm close to manifesting that, you have doubts?" Astarion's pull on your horns tightened, and he ignored the cry you produced in response. "You're fate is mine to decide. You made your choices, rejected your heritage, left all of it behind. What else do you have left but me?"

You lashed at him with your nails, trying to free yourself from his grip like a cornered animal. He ignored your cries of anger, only tightening his grip the more you struggled.

"No one cares about you like I do, love." Your whimpers melded into shallow sobs as his words bit into your heart. There were many emotions melding into your whole being. Hatred, fear, and in some sick masochistic manner, the love that still lingered. He hushed you quietly, pulling you into his arms once you stopped resisting his hold. His hand cradled your head as you clung onto his sleeves desperately. "You're lucky I chose you to be my consort. Who else would put up with your antics?"

In a moment of clarity, your sobs ceased, and you gazed up at him, finding his eyes to be all too passive.

"I think it would have been better to have killed you than to witness what you have evolved into," His hold stiffened, put off by the detached tone in your voice. "And yet I cannot let go, and your hubris is my undoing. Why do you think I put up with this torment?"

Your lips trembled, emotions finally catching up to your words as all of it welled up in your eyes. Your tongue clicked as a hurt gasp escaped your lungs, knowing this was the end of it all.

"I can't believe how stupid I was, thinking you would do anything but lie your way through everything," You shoved him away, gathering yourself once more, looking upon the disconcerted vampire with a passive sort of anguish. As though once again visiting the grave of someone once important. "This is nothing more than a sick perversion. I won't allow myself to be subjugated by you any longer."

You turned, leaving him in silence, keeping your resolve until you were far enough to be away from his eyes. They burned into you like hot coals with each step as you exited the study. Though you did not glance back. You would not give him the pleasure of seeing you cry again. However, you did not stop the tears from falling once you were safely distant from his presence. Disappointment mingled with the torture of it all. A small, pathetic little part of you still hoped that he would chase after you, apologize, and promise to make it all better. But no footsteps followed you down the halls. Nothing gripped you by the shoulders to turn you around as you made it all the way into the palace's kitchen. Where Moira stood solemnly, bag laid by her feet, quarterstaff in one hand, and cloak in the other.

You paused for a moment to look at her, thinking of all the lonely moments she had replaced with her company. She was not a friend, but something else. If nothing more, she was a reminder that you deserved more than what you were given, and for that you were grateful. You would have liked to thank her properly one day, but you doubted that you would ever see her again. She did not regard you with words, rather, she simply bowed her head as you wrapped yourself in the warmth of the cloak, knowing the truth as much as you. Instead, a moment of communal silence was shared, of respect for one another.

You stooped down to grasp the handles of the bag, hoisting it onto your shoulders, and exiting the palace through the servant's entrance. This forsaken place was behind you as soon as the air hit your face, now nothing more than a bad memory in hindsight.

Letting out a sniffle, you made your way into the dark streets of the city.

Now, your only concern was finding a warm place to sleep.

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ennoshitas-princess · 13 days

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My Sweet Pumpkin

Atsumu Miya x chubby fem! reader Warning: will have bullying and some of the scenes will be abusive, some cursing, please read with caution. If you are sensitive with these topics, please don't read. Fluff at the end Synopsis: the Miya twins’ fan girls (specifically Tsumu’s) bully you because you have to work together for a project. The girls found out about your crush on the setter and started to threaten you. Word Count: 1,067 This is held pre time skip. There will be no manga spoilers in any way. If you are not comfortable reading this, again, please do not read!!

Another note fell out of your locker for your shoes once again.

You couldn't take anymore of these horrible messages that they kept on placing on your desk, your locker, the spatting to your face of the thing you were already aware of. You knew it, they didn't have to say it over and over again:

You were fat.

All the girls in your school had fair pale skin, slender arms, small chests and waists, and nice petite bodies.You kept on comparing yourself, not able to stop those thoughts that ran in your head day and night. You just couldn't bear to see that your efforts of losing your soft belly were not working.How could a hot guy like him like me?

“Hey, l/n. Why the long face?” The faux blond peaked his head from behind the locker section.

You suddenly got startled with the sudden question from Atsumu. Just like you got startled, your voice showed the fright.

“Umm- I- well nothing!” You struggled to speak.

The teen boy bent down to pick up a piece of paper on the cold tile, puzzled at the sight of scribbles.Reading the letter to himself, you started to sweat cold. You found it hard to breathe, waiting for one of those girls to come out and beat you in front of the setter.

“L/n! I can't believe ya hid this from me. Why’d ya didn't say shit about this. Look, I’ll go an’ tell the-”

He suddenly was interrupted by a scream of yours.

“No! I mean, no. I will be fine. Please don't do anything about it. To this point I am-”

The faux blond interrupted you too.

“L/n-san, ya’re a sweet person. C’mon, ya deserve more than better, more than to be okay. Ya’re a star compared to everyone else.” He held your shoulders, shaking you.

Your eyes started to tear up, wanting to tell him that you were just a plain girl without an interesting life. You snatched the letter from his hands from where he stood.

A silence set place in the atmosphere between your soft figure and his strong lean body.

He burst the bubble of silence with a question.

“L-n, who the hell gave ya that letter?”

The tears of your eyes started to flow down like a waterfall in the rainforest. Without thinking straight, you hug the faux blond twin. While you sobbed in his chest, he started to ruffle your hair, enjoying the smell of your soft strands.

“Look, don't cry. I’ll fight whoever the fuck hurt ya. Trust me, please?”

You stare into his lovely honey brown eyes, still in tears. Sighing you go to tell him how his fan girl club did things to you.

“Miya and l/n, you will be partners for the project.” The teacher read off the names.You received death glares from some girls in the class. Comments came from their lips like it was the monsoon season.

“That fat bitch is gonna work with Atsumu-kun.” One of them said.

“I hope when she or he visits each other it doesn't turn him into a pig like her.” Went another.

Tears started to form. Without hesitation you asked the teacher if you could switch partners, but he told you that there was no way to switch.

“What? Just ‘cause that? L/n-san, that is so stupid of them! I can't let this keep happening. We are gonna go to the office an’ tell ‘em about the situation.” He pulled you by the hand.

“Wait! That isn't the only reason.” The words slipped out of your lips.

He turned around to look at your trembling plump figure. How on earth can they be mean with such a sweet and beautiful girl like you?

“What else did they say to ya?”

“Nevermind it's not really important.” You shake your hands frantically.

“No, l/n-san, please tell me. I care about ya. Y’know I do.” He grabbed your soft hands.

You couldn't keep the feelings anymore, or you felt too numb to realize what came out of your mouth and told him.

“They found out that I had a crush on you, and they thought I was a threat to them to have you as their boyfriend.” You stuttered your words, finding it hard to speak because of your sobbing.

Atsumu Miya’s eyes open wide in shock. The girl he had liked since junior high, liked him back. He would always be scared to approach you because of the way girls would stare. On how they would bully you because of your soft, plump figure. He couldn't bring himself to confess.

“L/n-san, I- well… to be honest with ya- I know it is possibly the wrong moment but…”

He leaned in closer to you, with every little millimeter causing your face to turn a bright crimson. The two of you smashed into each other's lips, tasting the strawberry from yours, and you tasted the sweet woody smell of his cologne.

Both of you ran out of air.

“Miya-kun-”

“No l/n-san. Call me Tsumu please. I mean I really like you.” He pulled your plump body in.

You take in everything that was happening in the moment and smile.

“Tsumu, I really want to be with you. I do, but what about-”

“Y/n, fuck ‘em all. You matter to me, and that is all I care about, if you love me.” He rubbed your chubby cheeks.You think more and smile at him.

“Fine Tsumu, I will be yours.” Hugging him tighter as if he would disintegrate if you let go.

“That's more like it, pumpkin.” He kissed the top of your head.

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The next day, the two of you headed to class and received a bunch of comments on you two holding hands.

“Atsumu-kun, why are you with this hog?” On girl asked.

“Well, I am glad ya asked! First off, she is not a hog, she is a beautiful jewel I wanna show off to the whole world. And to answer yer question, I love her with all my heart.” His toothy grin made you giggle. “Now, I reported all of ya to the office, and if ya say mean shit to my beloved princess one more time, ya will face consequences.”

With that both of you sat down at your desks, smiling at each other.

A/n: hi guys!! Another one shot done and finished to be posted! Hope you love it!

Thank you for stopping by my bakery!!

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Hannibal Lecter X Will Graham X Autistic Teen Reader

Request: Autistic LGBT gender neutral teen reader where Hannibal and will adopt them after their father got arrested and will and Hannibal save them from their dad or something like that/nf

And maybe Hannibal finds out about their dad through a therapy session and gets concerned or something sorry of that make no sense.

Sorry it’s been so long.

Third person pov...

Y/N was walking home from school, the teen was listening to their music as they walked, it had been a weird day, apparently another teen who looked suspiciously like Y/N had been kidnapped again that morning.

Most of the teen’s day consisted of avoiding people who wanted to ask them why all the kidnapped teen looked like them, as they walked, they had a sinking feeling in their chest as they got closer to home, suddenly they heard sirens as they walked closer to their road.

As they turned onto it their E/C eyes widened the sirens were coming from their house, at least 5 cop cars parked outside with two black SUVs.

"Oh shit" they mutter. Walking closer they saw the sherif and lots of other officers. 'What's happened?' They thought walking closer to the house.

As they walked closer, they saw a well-dressed man with Ash grey hair, next to him stood a shorter man with curly hair, a beard, and glasses. The well-dressed man noticed the teenager first.

Fiddling with their headphones the teen turned their music off but kept them on, they walked closer to the men, and they had also started walking over when the teen stopped in front of the house.

"Hey there" calls the young man with glasses, Y/N looks up and forces themselves to act normal and not fidget with anything. "Hi" they speak quietly, Will eyes the teen in front of him Hannibal next to him.

"Do you live here?" He asks the teen, the teen nods their head, not looking either of them in the eye. "I do, I’m Y/N. I live with my dad. Where is he?" Asks the teen. Hannibal and will look at each other having a conversation with their eyes.

Y/N watched them curiously before they noticed two officers coming out of their home holding something in a plastic bag, it was a bag of suspiciously red paper. As if someone tried to clean up blood.

Their E/C eye widened in horror when they realised what it was. “Oh shit” they say, both men turn to see what the teen was looking at that made them so scared. Hannibal turned back to the teen. “What was that Y/N?” he asks, Y/N started to nervously wring their hands together, the teen shakes their head.

“No no I can’t tell you” Hannibal looks at the teen, their emotional reaction reminded him of his patients that suffered abuse. Will looked at the scared teen. “Y/N, you can tell us nothing will happen to you” he gently reassures the teen.

Slowly the terrified child stopped their head shaking but kept their fingers busy, slow deep breathes they looked up at the men. “It’s my blood” they mutter loud enough for both the agent and psychiatrist to hear.

Worried for the teen Will pressed them. “All that was your blood” Y/N nods their head not answering, Will was worried for the teen what happened that made them lose so much blood.

Next to him Hannibal had piece to pieces together, though Will wasn’t far behind. “He hurts you doesn’t he” he speaks, Y/N freezes in place. “Seems I am right at your reaction” Y/N could feel their eyes well up in tears.

They had been dealing with their fathers’ abuse since they were a child, but never though he could be a killer. To them they thought their father used up all his anger at them when really, he had been killing teens hat looked like his kid.

Over the past few weeks, the teen had started noticing strange things happen around their dad, until the pieces started to come together, once and month or more a teen that looked a lot like Y/N would disappear, they never knew why until now.

Hands clutched to their chest Y/N speaks in a wobbly voice. “Your right he does, he would beat me then make me clean up my blood of the floor, but I could deal with it fine” they cry as they finally tell someone what’s been happening to them their whole life.

After spilling their guts to Hannibal and Will the police and FBI had everything, they needed to put F/N in prison for life and away from Y/N. for the teen they were put in an orphanage until a relative could look after them after all they weren’t an adult yet.

They also became one of Hannibal’s patient they would sit together weekly, and Y/N would tell the man everything their father did to them, over the next few weeks of these meetings Hannibal, Will and Y/N formed and close family like bond.

Hannibal would host dinners for just the three of them which gave Y/N a feeling of what a family should be and act like, they also went fishing with Will when he had time off work and teaching.

Eventually the teen would be adopted by both men, they would live with Hannibal, but they would also stay with Will, to Y/N it was like having divorced but happy parents as Hannibal and Will weren’t actually married, they were still Y/Ns guardians, they loved and protected the teen from harm.

The end!

Hoped you liked this one shot; I know it been a while since I last wrote a Hannibal ones of these so sorry I’ve been caught up on writing other things currently but will try to write more of these ones as well.

This one is shoter than the others sorry again.

As usual sorry for any spelling and grammar mistakes.

Requests are open!

Word count: 1000

#fluff #hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibal nbc #will graham #hannigram #hannibal lecter x teen reader #hannibal lecter x will graham #will graham x teen reader #x autistic reader #x teen!reader #abuse #angst

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fanartandfanfiction · 10 months

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PLEASE READ: idk if I was just half asleep or if I hit some sort of character limit, a chunk of the story is missing and it won’t let me add it. Please read the version I reblogged with the rest of the story. Sorry 😩

So @hogwartslegacyreactions had a hilarious idea about various characters seeing their future with MC in a crystal ball. I loved the idea and (with permission) wrote a oneshot about Leander Prewett (he’s the least likeable to me)

It’s late, I’m tired, I didn’t proof read, I’m gonna hope it’s fine

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Leander Prewett sat in a worn, yet comfortable arm chair. He was holding a small red haired girl, and another ran up and crawled into his lap, shoving a storybook into his hands.

Two hands rested on his shoulders, then someone kissed the top of his head. He looked up and saw…

“ELLE?!”

“You don’t have to shout, I’m sitting across from you!” The grumpy slytherin girl glared.

Leander stared at her in shock. With white blonde hair and cold blue eyes, she had the look (and disposition) of an ice Queen.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer. Are you done yet?”

“Uh. I don’t think that was right, let me try again.” He focused on the crystal ball once more.

He saw himself standing at an altar, a tear running down his cheek as he looked at his bride approaching. And that bride was Elle.

“I think it’s broken.” Leander shoved the ball towards her.

“It can’t be broken, dumbass! Let me try.” He watched her as she focused on the crystal ball, curious to see if she got a similar vision. Based on the way her eyebrows shot up and her jaw dropped open, he was guessing she did.

Elle shoved the ball back towards him. “Perhaps you’re right, this one isn’t working properly.”

“You saw it too, didn’t you?” He asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” She barked.

“I think you do.”

“No! Just write something down so we can turn our assignment in.”

“Elle-“

“Divination is stupid anyway.” She snatched the paper from his hands and gave it to Professor Onai before storming out of the classroom.

Leander looked up and saw Professor Onai giving him a knowing smile. His cheeks turned pink and he quickly gathered his belongings and headed out the door.

“You’re shitting me!” Garreth gasped.

“No, I’m not. I’m guessing she saw the same thing the way she reacted.”

“Is that why she’s looking at you now?”

Leander looked towards the Slytherin table. “Yes, but I don’t think it’s an expression of love, more like hatred and violence.”

“Maybe you should try to get to know her! Imelda and I are very happy. Opposites attract, and all that.”

“I don’t think she’d agree to that, I’m pretty sure she hates my guts.”

“Then perhaps you should pick on Sallow and Gaunt less.”

“I don’t know. I don’t see us ever tolerating each other.”

“I guess we‘ll find out eventually!”

“No fucking way!” Sebastian gasped.

“And I know that smug bastard saw it too. He was trying to get me to admit it.”

“Personally, I don’t hold much stock in divination and crystal balls.” Ominis said, eating a sandwich.

“Maybe if you could see one you’d feel differently.” Sebastian smirked.

“Asshole.” Ominis grumbled.

“So what are you going to do about it?”

“What do you mean?” Elle frowned.

“I mean are you going to try to get to know him, or spend time with him?”

“Ew.” Elle wrinkled her nose.

“Come on, it could be worse! You could’ve married Ominis!”

“I don’t know why I put up with your abuse.” He glared.

“Because you loooove me.” Sebastian snickered.

“I’d rather marry Ominis. You know what? Ominis, will you marry me? Change the course of the future?” Elle clasped his hand and batted her eyelashes.

“As flattered as I am to be your plan B, I’ll have to pass.”

“What?! You’d be lucky to marry me.” Elle playfully shoved him.

“I mean no offense, I just don’t intend to marry anyone and drag them into the fuckery that is the Gaunt family.”

“You know what? I’ll take the bullet. I’ll marry you, Elle.” Sebastian grinned.

“I think I’d rather marry Prewett.”

“Hey!”

Elle was studying in the library when a shadow covered her book.

“Mind if I join you?” Leander asked.

“Yes.”

Prewett sat down and she huffed. “That wasn’t an invitation to sit down!”

“I think we need to talk about what we saw.”

“And I think you should fuck off.”

“Could you try being less aggressive for once?”

Elle loudly shut her book, causing nearby students to jump. “What do you want from me?”

“I told you, I want to talk about it.”

“About what, exactly?” She crossed her arms and glared.

“About our marriage and our children!” Prewett said a bit too loudly, making everyone turn and look at him.

“Would you shut up about that?! Divination Is stupid.”

“But we both saw the same thing! That has to mean something!”

“You want to talk about it? Fine, we’ll talk about it. We’ll talk about our adorable red-headed children and our cottage by the ocean and our dog!”

“Oh, I’d like a cottage by the ocean, that sounds lovely.”

“Prewett!”

“Look, I’m just saying we both saw it, and it wouldn’t hurt us to try to be friendly to one another. Well, perhaps friendly is pushing it. I’d take anything besides hatred at this point.”

“Oh my god can we just drop it?! Because sitting here with you having this conversation is not winning you any points with me.”

“Fine, be difficult. At least I’ve made an effort!” Prewett got up and left in a huff. Thirty seconds passed before Garreth took his place,

“Don’t waste your time, Garreth.” She said without looking up.

“Hello to you too! You have no idea why I sat down. Maybe I have questions about our homework for muggle studies, or I need ideas for a date with Imelda, or perhaps I just enjoy your sunshiney company!”

“Is it any of those things?” Elle smirked at him.

“No, but I wanted to seem mysterious.”

“I have no desire to spend time with Prewett.”

“He’s not a bad guy!”

“Then why did he threaten to shove Ominis’ head in a toilet?!”

“To be fair, Ominis started it.”

“He hates Slytherins. I am one, in case you haven’t noticed.”

“Look, Elle, Prewett’s really rattled about what he saw. He’s trying to understand it and wants to at least get to know you a bit.”

“Yes, but I don’t!” Elle said, full of frustration.

“Don’t make me do it.” Garreth said with a sly smile.

“Do what?”

“Oh you know EXACTLY what I’m referring to.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Fine, allow me to remind you. I took the fall for you in potions class when you nearly blew up half the classroom. I’m officially cashing in my favor.”

“Come on, anything else! I’ll let you copy my homework!”

“Nope. One date with Prewett.”

“Absolutely not! You didn’t say anything about a date!”

“May I remind you that I got detention for a month?”

“Ugh!” Elle put her head down on the desk.

“He’ll pick you up at seven! Wear something nice!” Garreth grinned at her as he left.

“She agreed?!” Prewett was dumbfounded.

“Sort of.”

“What does that mean, sort of?”

“She owed me a big favor and I cashed in.”

“I don’t know, Garreth. It’s pointless if she doesn’t really want to be there.”

“Mate, if you’re waiting for a day where she’s going to willingly agree, it’s not happening. Go on the date.”

“Fine.”

“Um, you’re welcome, by the way! I told her you’ll pick her up at 7, wear something nice!”

“There!” Imelda put the last pin in her hair.

“Thank you, Imelda.”

“Just so you know, I’m on your side with this. Prewett can be an ass.”

“Yes, well your boyfriend cashed in on the favor I owed him for this so I’m going to try to get through it with an open mind.”

“Alright, here are the shoes. Try not to break your neck.”

She took the nude colored spikey heeled shoes from Imelda with a raised eyebrow.”Are these shoes, or a weapon?”

“Garreth is a lot taller than me. Prewett is tall too, so they’ll give you a boost.”

“Are you sure about this dress?” Elle looked at herself in the mirror self-consciously. The dress was royal blue with a flared skater skirt, much shorter than anything she owned.

“Yes, you look stunning!”

“Thanks for your help, Mel.”

“Of course! Let me text Garreth and see if Prewett is here yet.”

“Holy shit.” Sebastian whispered to Ominis as they approached the Slytherin common room.

“What?”

“It’s Prewett! He’s here with a bouquet of roses! Poor sod.”

“Oh dear. I don’t see this ending well. Perhaps we should just go to the undercroft.”

“And miss this, are you kidding?!” Sebastian gaped. “I just wish I had popcorn.”

“He’s here. Are you ready?” Imelda asked Elle.

“I suppose.” She and Imelda went downstairs and she opened the common room door. She was surprised to find Prewett standing there with a bouquet of roses. “Oh fuck.”

“I’m sorry?” Prewett raised his eyebrows.

“Sorry, I just…wasn’t expecting…thank you, they’re lovely.” She blushed a deep shade of crimson and took the flowers.

“I’ll put them in some water in our room.” Imelda said with a grin.

“Thanks, Mel.”

“Are you ready?” Prewett asked, looking as nervous as she felt.

“Sure, I guess.”

“Have her back by midnight!” Imelda said gleefully before slamming the door.

“Um, you look lovely, Elle.” Leander said quietly.

“You don’t have to say that.” She blushed.

“Why? I meant it. You look very nice.”

“Oh! Um, thanks.” She felt even more nervous.

“Shall we?” He extended his elbow and she looked at him like he was crazy. She hesitantly took it, surprised at the firm muscles in his arms.

“So where are we going?” Elle asked as they began walking.

“I thought maybe we could grab some dinner, there are a couple of nice restaurants in Hogsmeade.”

“Alright.” Why was she so nervous?

Prewett froze and exhaled before turning to face her. “Look, I’m just going to come out and say it, I’m super nervous since we’ve never really spent any time together and you hate me and Garreth sort of made you come.”

“I don’t hate you.” She replied.

“Really?”

“I dislike you, but I wouldn’t call it hate.” She grinned at him.

“I suppose that’s better than hatred.” He smiled in return.

“And technically I could’ve told Garreth no. He couldn’t force me to do it. Also, there are much worse things for him to have cashed his favor in on.”

“What exactly did he do to collect such a big favor from you?”

“Oh, I nearly blew up the potions classroom. I wasn’t paying attention and grabbed the wrong ingredient. He took the fall for me.”

“Wow, he was already in enough trouble with professor Sharp.”

“I know, but he leaned over and whispered ‘I’ve got this, I won’t get in nearly as much trouble as you.”

“I’m pretty sure Garreth could blow up the school and get away with it.”

They stopped as they saw Ominis and Sebastian. “Oh, hi guys.” Elle said nervously.

“Elle. Don’t tell me you’re seriously going out with this jackass.” Sebastian said, looking at her like she was crazy.

“Don’t start, Sallow.” Prewett glared.

“Can’t you just go out with one of the girls from your fan group?”

“Hello, Ominis.” Elle said, quietly squeezing his hand while the other two boys bickered.

“Hello, Elle. You smell lovely.”

“Thanks, it’s something that Imelda sprayed in my hair.”

“-oh SCREW YOU, Prewett!”

“I’d better intervene.”

“Do try to have a good time.” Ominis smiled.

“HEY! JACKASSES!” They both stopped and looked at her. “Sebastian, stop acting like an asshole. Prewett, stop letting him rile you up. Let’s go before my feet begin bleeding from these death traps masquerading as shoes!”

“Fine. But I’ll be waiting up for you.” Sebastian glared.

“You really don’t have to, I don’t think Prewett intends to murder me, and also we both know I could take him down in a heartbeat.”

“Hey!” Prewett protested.

“Let’s goooo.” Elle practically dragged him along.

“You couldn’t take me down in a heartbeat, I think-AUGH!” Prewett’s legs were swept out from under him.

Elle extended her hand to him. “What were you saying?”

“That was a cheap shot!”

“Ok, fine, you’re prepared now. Go on, attack me.”

“I don’t want to attack you, we’re supposed to be going on a bloody date!”

“Ugh, fine.”

They walked in silence until they got out of the castle. They began walking the path to Hogsmeade since it wasnt too far, and a nice evening. There was a group of Gryffindor girls who giggled and whispered as they passed. Elle stuck her middle finger up at them.

“You just make friends wherever you go, don’t you?” Prewett said sarcastically.

“I stand up for myself. Unlike you, I don’t have a legion of fans. Quite the opposite. I can’t blame them, knowing my family, but still, I won’t let them push me around.”

“Why does that matter, your family?”

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know.”

“I don’t, actually. To be honest, I’m not sure I even know your last name.”

Elle gaped at him. “We’ve been in school together for seven years! How self-absorbed are you?!”

“Well I don’t know EVERYONE’S last names!”

“Selwyn. Elle Selwyn.”

“Oh. OH!” Prewett’s eyes widened. “Um, yes, I’m familiar with your family.”

“Wonderful.” She said sarcastically as she stomped ahead of him.

“My family would kill me if they knew I was going out with a Selwyn girl.”

She whipped around to face him. “That! That is the exact reason I’m treated differently! And why Ominis is treated differently! Because people like you hear our last names and assume the worst! You know what, forget it.” Other people on the path to Hogsmeade were giving them strange looks and making a wider path.

She pushed past him and headed back towards the castle. “Elle, wait!”

“No. I have no interest in getting to know someone who has already made a thousand assumptions about me.”

“Don’t act so self-righteous! You’ve made assumptions about me too!”

She turned around with a venomous glare. “Have I been incorrect? Did you not immediately feel differently towards me? Perhaps a bit nervous for people to see you with me? Leander Prewett, the golden boy and Elle Selwyn, the venomous snake!” She turned around and began leaving again.

“My god, would you stop yelling and being angry with me for five minutes?!”

“Excuse me, did I hear you say you were Elle Selwyn?” An older woman asked.

“What’s it to you?!” She snapped.

The old woman gave her a wicked smile. “A Selwyn girl would fetch me a pretty penny.”

Elle’s eyes widened and just as Prewett shouted at her to look out, he was struck over the head and knocked out.

Prewett bolted upright with a gasp. “Elle!” He began frantically looking around and realized his arms were bound at the wrist. “ELLE!”

“Quit your screaming, she’s fine.” The old woman glared at him. “So you’re a Prewett boy? Not worth quite as much, but I imagine your family would like to keep you alive.”

He finally saw Elle’s small form in the corner of the cell they were in. It was fairly dark but he could see the rise and fall of her chest. “Fuck! Elle!” He tried his best to make his way over to her, but with arms and feet bound, it was difficult.

“What did you do to her? What the fuck did you do?!” He was trying not to panic, but they were both bound and wandless.

“She’s fine, but you won’t be if you don’t shut your mouth!” The woman stormed out and he heard a door slam, leaving them in almost total darkness.

“Oh my god. Oh my god! FUCK!”

“I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be brave?” Elle mumbled.

“ELLE!” He crawled over by her as she slowly sat up.

“God, Prewett, my head is pounding, would you stop screaming?!” It was then that he noticed she had a head injury too.

“Are you alright?”

“Bloody fantastic!”

“THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR SARCASM!”

“Can you get my shoe?”

“What?” He blinked at her.

“My shoe! Can you get it?”

“You’re worried about the shoes? I’ll buy Imelda new ones.”

“FOR GOD’S SAKE GIVE ME THE SHOE!”

He scrambled over to her and used his hands to the best of his ability to get her shoe off. “This isn’t easy, you know!” He got her shoe and awkwardly handed it to her as best he could.

“Come here, as close as possible.”

“I don’t think now is the time to-” He looked at her furious expression and silently scooted over.

“Luckily Imelda seems to like shoes that double as weaponry. Pull your wrists apart the best you can, it’ll cause the rope to stretch.” She attempted to use the heel of the shoe to cut through the rope to no avail. “Fuck. Ok, I have another plan, but you won’t like it.”

“What is it?”

“I’m fairly certain I can cast a wandless severing charm, but you might get cut.”

“Since our other option is to be stuck here, I suppose it’s worth a shot. Just…try not to cut me.”

“Right. Ok. Hold still.” She took a deep breath. “Diffindo.”

Prewett let out a small yelp, but his hands were free. “I think you cut my arm.”

“Sorry, now undo the ropes on my hands.”

He scooted behind her and undid the ropes as best he could with his trembling hands. Once her hands were free, she started on the ropes at her feet.

“Hey Elle?”

“What?” She looked up and he was staring at her. “What?” She repeated herself.

Leander pulled her face to his and kissed her, which was a lovely moment until she slapped him upside the head. “Not now!”

“So later, maybe?” He smiled.

“We’ll see how it goes. Untie your feet.”

He got the ropes off his feet and looked to her for direction. “Now what?”

“Try to locate our wands.”

Prewett got up and walked to the bars of the cell. “I think they’re on that table. Any chance you know a wandless summoning charm?”

“I can try.” She walked up beside him. “Accio!” Nothing happened at first and she swore. She took a deep breath and tried again. “Accio!” This time her wand rolled off the edge of the table to the floor. “Ugh!”

“Where did you learn wandless magic?” Prewett asked.

“There’s a book in the restricted section. Accio!” It rolled closer.

“You’ve been in the restricted section?!”

“You haven’t?” She asked.

“No, it’s restricted! It’s in the name!”

“So is the forbidden forest, but I go there all the time. ACCIO!” Her wand rolled forward enough for her to pick it up. “YES!” She let out an excited giggle before summoning Leander’s wand.

“Alright, I don’t know how many people are out there or what to expect, so stay behind me.”

“Shouldn’t I be in front of you?” Prewett asked.

“Why?”

“Well, I’m a gentleman, and a gentleman always protects his lady.”

She wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Just stay behind me.” She blasted the lock off the door. She removed her other shoe and held onto it. Prewett followed close behind.

The door flew open. “What the hell-”

“STUPEFY!” Elle sent the woman stumbling backwards. “Incarcerous!” Magic chains wrapped around her. “Do you see my purse?”

“What’s it look like?”

“A purse! It looks like a bloody purse! I don’t imagine there’s an abundance of them in here!”

“No need to take my head off! Here it is, and my phone.”

“Text someone and tell them we’re in danger, quickly!”

Leander sent a quick text and put his phone in his pocket. “Alright.”

She began moving forward. “Hey, don’t you want your bag?”

“A gentleman carries a ladies bag!” She shouted back to him as she pushed the door open. He sighed and followed along.

They found themselves in a large, dusty looking room. “Where are we?” Prewett asked.

“I’m not certain, but I think it’s some sort of ruin. There’s a lot of dirt and crumbled bits around.”

“You’re not supposed to be in here!” A voice shouted. They were quickly swarmed and began firing spells.

Prewett thought he was making pretty good progress until he looked and saw Elle had taken down twice as many enemies as him. He saw one coming up behind her that she didn’t notice. “ELLE! BEHIND YOU!’

Elle turned around and slammed the high heeled shoe she’d been holding into the man’s face. It gouged him in the eye and he was screaming. She depulsoed him out of the way and acted like it was nothing.

Prewett, on the other hand, promptly turned around and threw up. Luckily it was on a dark wizard who’d been sneaking up on him, so it was a good defense. The man swore loudly and Prewett swung the purse and knocked the man out cold. “My god, what do you keep in this purse?!”

Leander looked around and realized it was quiet. He turned around and watched Elle pull the shoe out of the man’s face. The eye was still attached and she gave an annoyed sigh and plucked it off. Prewett turned around and vomited again.

“Jesus, I didn’t know you were so squeamish!”

“You ripped that man’s eye out of his head!”

“He’s dead, what does he need it for?!”

Prewett let out a small chuckle. Then a louder laugh, which turned into a full on knee-slapping laugh.

“Fuck, you’ve lost your marbles.” Elle swore.

“I’m sorry, it’s just- we were going on a DATE and somehow we ended up here and you just ripped a man’s eyeball out! I keep waiting to wake up but it hasn’t happened yet!”

He was still laughing when Elle slapped him across the face. “HEY! Laugh when we’re safe! We need to keep moving.”

Little bursts of laughter were still spilling out of him as they went onward. Elle tripped and fell, letting out a string of curse words.

“Elle!” He helped her to her feet and she had tears streaming down her cheeks.

“FUCK, I think it’s broken!” She was holding her left foot up and her ankle was at an angle it definitely shouldn’t be. Prewett gagged and she shouted “DON’T YOU DARE THROW UP ON ME!”

“I’m ok, it’s alright. Do you have any potions?”

“No, I didn’t think I’d be needing them!”

“Right. Ok, I’ve got an idea. Climb onto my back.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Would you rather walk on a broken ankle?!”

-PLEASE GO FIND THE OTHER HALF THAT I REBLOGGED BECAUSE I’M A DUMBASS-

#hogwarts legacy #fanfic #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy modern au #leander prewett #hogwarts legacy leander

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Unemployed and Uneducated

Summary: Peter is desperate for a job after months of living on his own

Warnings: none really, just a few mentions of loneliness and a lost relative

“Peter Parker?” A woman from the unemployment office calls into an overall dejected lobby. Peter looks up from holding his head in his hands as his knee bounces anxiously.

The same few thoughts flood his brain:

* I’m pathetic

* I can’t do this much longer

* I can’t do anything

* I need help

- Who the hell could I ask?

- I’m fucking alone!

- I couldn’t save May, who else can’t I save?

* I am so fucked in the head

- Lost everyone

1. First my parents

2. Ben

3. Tony

4. May

5. Everyone else, including my best friend, my doppelgängers, and of course, the love of my life

Man this shit is gonna give me a complex

* I am so depressed

- I should get medication

- I can’t afford medication

- That’s why I’m at a fucking unemployment agency

* And I’m back to being pathetic

“Here,” Peter pushes away all of those invasive thoughts for the next fifteen minutes in that woman’s office. She types his name into her computer and pushes her glasses up, as if that will change the astonishing lack of… anything.

Peter sits there, awkwardly, eyes darting around the room as if he has no clue about what she’s seeing— not seeing on that screen.

“I’m sorry,” she starts, “I think we’ll just have to “build your resume on print.” The red haired middle aged—Gina, Peter reads the name on the plaque on her desk— grabs a pen and some paper.

“So where did you graduate?”

“Oh, I uh… I had to, uh… dropout…?”

Gina nods and writes something down on the paper. She kinda reminds Peter of a glorified guidance counselor… but maybe a little meaner. “Look Peter, I’m not gonna lie to you, this isn’t looking good for you. Without a GED and a diploma shits gonna get real difficult. I seriously recommend you getting that GED. I can’t give you some entry level jobs to start until you get that degree.”

Now it’s Peter’s turn to nod.

“So tell me about what you like to do.”

‘Apparently, I like to self sabotage a lot.’ He filters himself so he doesn’t projectile word-vomit all over this stranger’s office.

“I wanted to be an engineer. I had my sights set on MIT before I had to drop out.”

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Trying to think of a time before a traumatic event is extremely difficult. A victim of rape can be triggered by something that once was innocent, like a lemonade stand; a son who used to be pushed by his father on the football field might not be able to play football ever again after they stop talking to their father; a victim of domestic violence might not be able to respond to sudden movements from their partners the same way. And for all of those people, looking back on their memories before the abuse might be difficult to do with a totally unbiased opinion.

Something’s you never forget, like the way Aunt May felt in Peter’s arms just before she died. Or the words she spoke in those final moments, the same words his uncle Ben said when he died.

‘Nothing will ever be the same.’

Peter can’t afford flowers for May’s grave, but he still visits her grave three times a week on average, no less than two in that span.

And that’s where he is right now. Sitting across from her grave stone with his journal between the hedge and him.

“So I’m still looking for a job, and I haven’t really had time to make friends, but it’ll get better soon…” as soon as he feels a tear fall down his right cheek, he sniffles, blinks. And uses his sleeve to wipe it all away.

“Good God, May. Why didn’t you tell me it’d be so hard to make it on my own?” He chuckled somberly, the same way anyone would when they were trying to hide their emotions.

“I don’t want to keep going.” He cries. “I don’t know if I can.”

“You can.” A familiar, yet unfamiliar voice says from behind him. “She’d want you to.”

It’s Happy.

Peter closes the journal and stands up as fast as possible for him.

“Sorry,” Happy starts, “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.”

Peter hides his face and can’t even bring himself to self to glance at Happy even by accident, “No no, don’t worry about it. It’s fine. I should probably leave anyways.” He starts to step away but Happy takes hold of his jacket sleeve.

“Wait, let me take you to get something to eat,” He smiles, “please. My treat.

Tom takes a moment to consider the offer. The most surprising thing about his moment of hesitation is the fact that he thought about saying no.

“Why would you want to take a stranger out to eat?” He asks.

“I don’t know. You just remind me of someone that I can’t quite place.”

Peter smiles with a glint of hope in his eyes.

— — —

“So,” Happy starts as Peter munches on his cheeseburger, “what’s a young kid like you doing visiting someone’s grave instead of going to school?”

Peter puts down the burger, “I had to drop out actually.” Happy leans back on the booth bench.

“It’s not drugs or anything,” Peter reassures the older man, “I just don’t have the money for anything and I need to earn money for rent.”

“So was May helping you with that before she died?” Happy asks.

Peter debates being forthcoming about his past, but decides against it because he doesn’t have the strength anymore. He lost that at the Statue of Liberty.

“Yeah. My parents died and she always managed to find someway to help me.” Peter smiled.

“I was her boyfriend,” Happy begins, “she never mentioned you. Peter, are you hiding something?” Peter gets a l little nervous.

“I went to the soup kitchen after school. She helped so many that she probably had no idea the effect she had on me.” He covers his ass.

Happy is still suspicious but doesn’t push. “Well, Peter, you seem like a good kid. I’m sure everything will work out eventually.”

“Thank you, Mr. Hogan.”

“So where’s the first place on your list?” He asks.

“What?”

“You said you’re looking for a job, tell me where you’re looking and I can give you a ride.”

“Stormy’s Autobody.”

#tom holland smut #peter parker angst #spiderman no way home #spiderman nwh #spiderman x black cat #spiderman #tasm spiderman #black cat #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland #peter parker #harrison osterfield #haz osterfield

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Expectations - Shams x fem reader (Chapter 2)

Previous Chapter

warnings: emotional abuse

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I could not believe the piece of paper that was laying in front of me. I had gotten a B in my Biology test. Yeah, pretty ironic. Not even an A-, but a B.

For a short moment I buried my face in my hands, trying to regain my composure. Dad was going to kill me.

After class I was supposed to be at rehearsal, but I needed a moment to calm down first. Without thinking twice about it, I walked to the old bus.

Shams was not here yet.

The longer I had to wait for her, the more I was freaking out. By the time she arrived I was already a mess, forcing myself not to cry.

“(f/n), what happened?”, Shams worried as soon as she noticed my disheveled state.

I moved a bit to give her the chance to sit down next to me.

“I got a B”, I uttered breathlessly.

“Shit”, she cursed. “Is your dad home today?”

“Unfortunately”, I enlightened her. “You know how he acts. What am I supposed to do?”

“We could switch tests”, she offered. “I actually rocked this one for once. You'd only have to change the name.”

“Nah, he would notice. But thanks. And congrats.” I shot her a small smile.

She reciprocated the smile, but it vanished just as quickly as mine.

“Last time I had an A-, he ripped me off all my privileges. I don't think I can take not seeing you for so long again. I mean we would still meet at school, but I always have to pretend here”, I recalled. “Talking about it, I need to go to rehearsal for Tasneem's show.”

Before I could go Shams pulled me into a kiss. Thanks to the dirty windows nobody could see us after all. Too bad that I usually had to spend the breaks with Tasneem and the others.

“I'm gonna text you later, if my dad doesn't confiscate my phone”, I promised. “So you'll most likely not hear from me.”

Leaving the bus I buried my feelings deep inside of me and put on a smile. Honestly I was sick of acting, but it was the only chance to keep the life I had. And some aspects of it were definitely worth fighting for.

To my own surprise rehearsal was actually cheering me up as it was distracting me, needing all my focus.

But as soon as the music died down it all came crushing down on me again.

During the last lessons my anxiety was only increasing.

When I left the classroom I did not dare to look over at Shams because I would not be able to uphold my cover then, my perfect facade.

Back at home I did not know if I should be relieved or not when I noticed that my dad was making a phone call.

I placed my test on the table, where I was sure he would see. Then I hurried upstairs before his phone call ended. I could not tell him myself and definitely did not want to be around for his first reaction.

In my room I let myself fall onto my bed and hid under the sheets to ease my nerves, texting Shams.

Unfortunately she was not answering. Probably she was not home yet. So I tried the same with Omar instead, not telling him I was upset though. I just wanted to stop focusing on my situation and it worked. Omar could always make me laugh in a heartbeat.

“What are you laughing about?”, my dad questioned harshly. “Do you seriously think there's anything to laugh about?”

He ripped the blanket off of me.

I could not meet his eyes, but knew better than to stay on my bed. So I stood up in front of him.

“Is there anything you want to tell me about this?”, he inquired, pushing my test in my face.

I shook my head no.

“What's gotten into you? I thought we had an agreement”, he ranted.

“I'm sorry, dad”, I proclaimed. “I didn't mean to disappoint you again.”

“Disappoint me? This isn't even disappointing anymore. This is a disgrace! From now on I'm going to set some new rules”, he declared. “First of all give me your phone.”

I was smarter than to deny him. I handed my phone over without any resistance.

“Second rule: You come home immediately after school. No going over to Omar, no hanging out with any classmates, got it?”

Tears were pricking at my eyes at this rule. Nevertheless I nodded.

“Third rule: You're getting a tutor who's going to work with you after school until you go to bed. Nothing else but studying. Understood?”

I nodded once again.

“Use your words”, he demanded.

“Yes, I understand, dad”, I stated.

“You know what?”, he proposed, staring me right in the eyes. “Right now I'm glad your mom doesn't live to see you like this.”

With those words he turned around and left.

It felt like something was clawing at my chest, ripping me apart while taking my ability to breathe. I was not even sure what exactly I was feeling, only that it was unbearable.

My hand moved on its own, picking up the picture that was set up on my nightstand. A picture of my mom when she had been pregnant with me. A picture of the time she had still been alive and full of hope. A picture before my birth that had killed her.

It was strange to yearn for a person you did not know.

The picture in front of me appeared blurry as my tears were finally falling freely.

After crying and stressing out so much I was feeling utterly exhausted. I did not have the energy to pull me into my bed and instead just fell asleep on the ground, hoping that it had all just been a cruel nightmare.

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So here we go! Just as I promised it all took a darker turn. What do you think about it?

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ruthlesslistener · 6 months

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It's been so long, but I just want to get this off my chest cause what you dis really messed me up to this day.

Being accused of being a pedophile over headcanoning that a small creature whose form is that of a mysterious goo is an adult really ruined my experience with the Hollow Knight community and myself. I saw Ghost as a little sanrio character cause as an Asian who grew up in an Asian country, I was surrounded by little mascot characters whose height did not tell their age at all. You were one of my fave fic writers out there before all this, so seeing you sprout how people like me who have different headcanons are someone dangerous really messed me up as a survivor of abuse. I'm not telling you this to harass you like what your followers may insist cause last I checked they coddled you so much during this time, I'm telling you this cause you ruined one of my special interests with your redtagging. I hope you are happy. I think you pretty much rekindled one of my triggers too: Seeing popular fanfic writers redtag and harass others over headcanons.

Gonna block you again, but I'm just going to say this once: please be kind to others and remember that shit like this isn't enough to say someone is a predator. It just creates and breeds harassment and a person like you with thousands of followers should know better and be more responsible.

Anon, I truly am sorry that my reaction had such a profoundly negative effect on you. That was not my intention and I am genuinely distressed that I caused you such upset. If it helps, this experience actually did greatly sour my experience with the fandom as well, because I did not intend to have that effect and I did not want that effect. I was very, very tempted to simply delete my blog and start all over again specifically to erase any sort of concept of 'authority' that I might have in the fandom space, because the simple thought that someone might take my personal opinions and use them as an excuse to harass others just because I write fanfiction in my free time nearly gave me a panic attack. This isn't to draw the attention off of the fact that I hurt you- this is to drive home the fact that I am not in this fandom to be popular and there is nothing that I say that should be treated as word of god or used to harass others. I should not have that sort of power. Nor do I want it. It honestly makes my skin crawl and if I could wipe my name from everyone's minds while also leaving my work out there for others to find, then I would.

However, I never thought that you specifically were a pedophile, and I was in the wrong to say something that could be constructed as such. I spoke without thinking and without understanding that there was that headcanon beyond unsavory characters in the first place, my interactions with which greatly tarnished my perception of the headcanon because I didn't know any better. Genuinely- I went and asked the people I know in discord (who were likely most of those fans that 'coddled' me), and they told me I was wrong and all the ways that I was wrong, which gave me a big 'oh shit' moment. That's why I shifted my argument to simply explaining why I didn't like it- because yeah, I still fucking don't, but to me it's about as impactful as if someone likes pie vs cake. This shit, at the end of the day, isn't real. It's pixels on a screen and drawing on paper. When I spoke about how it left a bad taste in my mouth and how I had poor experiences with it in the past, that was about a personal bias and experience talking about a broad concept, not anyone specifically. Just because I considered it a red flag due to prior experiences, as stated, does not mean that it is a certainty of danger. I do not at all think that ones fictional preferences are honest indicators of the type of people they are in real life, just indicators that they're people I wouldn't get along with.

(fuckin hell, I'm fucking riddled with red flags myself- just look at my propensity for gore and tragedy and dark, violent media. That's as much of a red flag as what I was talking about before, but I can't handle the imagery of the other for reasons I can't explain other than irrational brain stuff. I also fully expect other people to look at the shit I'm into with disgust and mistrust and to block me on sight- there's plenty of people I've never interacted with who've done that already. Can't blame them for that.)

As for the thing about Ghost being similar to Asian mascots- I genuinely had no idea that was even a thing. I understand that I am biased in this regard. I was raised in a western country who has very different means of telling stories than eastern ones, and not only that, I also grew up in a very closeted-in all forms of the world-household. I didn't have any access to media other than what my local library had until I was around 11, and that was pretty much limited to fanfiction and googling all the shit that my parents banned from me. So I made zero connection to the sort of cutesy mascots in Asian cultures and Ghost until you brought that point up just now. My apologies again on that one, it's genuinely a blind spot on my part and had I known that before I certainly would have taken that into account.

However- and I'm also saying this as someone who has also encountered abuse (though admittedly a very different kind, so I cannot understand nor will pretend to understand that I know how you feel): please also understand that there will be many instances in your life where people trigger you by accident, and they have no idea that they did so until you point it out. This does not mean that they were deliberately trying to harm you. In this case, I was not at all trying to target you specifically- I don't even know you. I had no idea that what I said was an honest-to-god trigger because the whole time I was operating under the assumption that I was talking about something being 'fucking gross' the same way that lasagna is fucking gross, not as in 'I think everyone who thinks this way are genuinely dangerous people'. That's also why I responded so defensively, and why people who knew what I meant came to defend me- because from my perspective, I was talking casually, and then was getting angry replies back about something I did not mean, which felt like I was having words being put into my mouth. And that is a trigger for me as well. Which made it an even bigger fucking mess.

(There is also- and I will now fully admit to this now bc fuck I'm tired of fucking around with these goddamn arbitrary social media rules- a desire to keep antis off my back by playing up my disgust and vitrol to the subject. I've been at the center of their harassment and nearly lost friends bc of people labeling me a proshipper, so I figured the safe way to deal with it is to simply overflaunt a preexisting disgust response so that people don't attack me or accuse me of being something I'm not again.)

I triggered you. I did not know that, but that is not an excuse. You, however, also triggered me, which made the whole mess even worse. Let me explain- I grew up as an autistic child in a highly confrontational household, with a parent who would either deliberately set up scenarios that I would fail at or look for reasons to get angry at so he could blow up at me, yelling abuse and sometimes resorting to physical violence. Because I was the eldest who was supposed to be 'responsible' and 'a good role model' to my younger siblings, this meant that I was second in line for him to take out his anger on. He put words in my mouth and implications I did not mean all the time just so that he wouldn't feel bad later about backing me into a corner, destroying my possessions, and threatening to kill my pets if he did not outright hit me (which he only ever held back on because he was afraid of someone finding the marks and him being taken to jail). Me crying or apologizing only ever made him angrier, but getting angry and aggressive in return made it blow over quicker. So did trying to explain myself, because it at least let me verbally work over that the response I got was irrational. That was why I responded so defensively when I got put into a similar situation here, which is something that I somewhat regret but also do not entirely feel terrible about because how the fuck else was I supposed to respond when I kept explaining myself and you did not listen to me.

We're both human. Humans are messy and flawed. I am not someone that you should look up to or hold on a pedestal in any way because of this, nor should anyone else- I'm literally just a 23 year old guy who's obsessed enough with a story to write stories based on it in my free time, not some sage or king or god. I did not call you a pedophile personally for thinking that a fuckload of pixels I thought was a child wasn't, and when I was explaining why I don't like it, I was explaining my personal bias, not some tried-and-true gospel of divining the true meaning of fiction over something that is- as we just proved- incredibly difficult to discuss due to how subjective it is. I still maintain that my discomfort is very real and that it has a genuine basis in my own experiences, but that doesn't mean that it's valid or any more morally pure than yours. At the end of the day, it's not real, and the actual reason why I dragged this whole dilemma on for so long was because of the nature of the discussion itself throwing up all my self-defense actions rather than anything else. If I knew that it was a genuine trigger instead of fandom wank, and if I stopped getting asks in the first place, then I would have shut the fuck up a long time ago.

Def. recommend keeping me blocked, because while I certainly wouldn't mind reconciliation of a sort, I also think that our triggers overlap and that's not something that either of us should have to deal with. And I'm not talking about the Ghost headcanon either, because I no longer have that shitty knee-jerk reaction of 'oh god another cringe porn artist' to it, and- believe it or not!- have friends who are into completely different interpretations and ships and the like that I personally really dislike that I am also completely chill with because its my irrational meat brain that's the problem. I'm talking about the fact that when you're triggered, you get defensive and start jumping to conclusions (not unfounded ones btw) that unfortunately triggers my own defensive responses because jumping to conclusions is a stupid-niche trigger for me in turn. Shit's not good for either of us and I think you'd be way better off without me in your life.

And again, I really am very sorry that you thought I called you a pedophile. As I have said before, that was not my intention, and I have never believed that. I also will straight-up fight anyone who takes my irrational kneejerk dislike reaction and uses it to attack you, because that was ALSO not what I intended in the slightest and the thought of someone using my inability to shut up about my special interests as a means of 'word-of-god-ing' my likes and dislikes into fandom wank makes me want to hurl.

#i never even got proper socialization into my FUCKING LATE TEEN YEARS there is NO WAY that any of the shit i say should be followed blindly #like im not shitting on myself here and trying to play the victim im just being reasonable. im young and stupid #which means that i should be treated as such #anon #reply #also also. still kinda gritting my teeth at the concept of being 'coddled' when both of us were being fucking irrational as hell #lets face it #i was a goddamn ass but you also kept repeatedly ignoring what i had to say #and if i had to guess those werent my followers who were 'coddling me' those were just my discord friends #who saw i was having panic attacks over this and wanted to be nice #i dont hate you anon but im not going to lie and say that this isnt a two-way hurt because you did hurt me just as much as i hurt you #and neither of us were in the right but that doesnt mean it didnt happen either

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Feels Like Home (part 2)

(part 1)

pairing: seonghwa x fem!reader genre: fluff, slight angst, doctor!seonghwa, graphic designer!reader, slice of life summary: What is home? Perplexed by this notion, you spent many years looking for your own answer, moving and running from your past. Your new neighbour, Park Seonghwa, might just be the key to discovery. wordcount: 4.4k warnings: language, suggestive, mentions of food, mentions of the pandemic, anxiety, mention of past abusive relationships a/n: here is part 2 <3 love and appreciate you all, thank you so much for the likes, reblogs, kind words and generally for being part of this community!

[do not answer!!!] hey

[do not answer!!!] I know you are seeing this, you have read receipts on

[do not answer!!!] Y/N… come on I just want to talk things through

[do not answer!!!] I don’t think we have ever really had a chance to go over things

[do not answer!!!] you know, understand each other’s perspectives

[do not answer!!!] Y/N! seriously give me a chance I want to just TALK

[do not answer!!!] anyways, I am on my way to your place so… I guess talk soon?

“Wait… what?” You screamed as if a scalding hot iron poked your skin. You read the message, re-read it. Checked the time it was send.

“Forty-three minutes ago… no way, he can be here any second. What the hell do I do?”

You were in a panic. Something was telling you it was too late to do anything – if he was really coming to your apartment, forty minutes would be plenty for him to get to you and hunt you down even if you were to attempt to make a run for it right this second. Besides, if he was outside, he would have probably seen your windows. Nevertheless, you rose to draw the curtains in a hurry. Your heart was pounding, and your hands went cold. You did not want to believe that one of your nightmares could just happen. And right in your complex. Just as you were about to shut off the lights for good measure and potentially lock yourself in your bathroom to wait things out and if need be, call everyone you knew, you heard knocks on your door.

Two knocks softly.

Three knocks a little stronger

Three that knocked the breath out of you.

And there it was, that voice you did not want to ever hear again.

“Hello? Y/N! I know you are in there, open up!”

You were frozen in place, staring at the entrance.

How in the world did he get past the receptionist? How did he get in at all? This cannot be happening right now…

You wanted to dissolve into thin air. Become the monstera by your window. You would even agree to become a paper towel if it meant you did not need to be in this situation. Your fingers moved on their own as they unlocked your phone and searched for the only person who knew this complex, and your apartment, as well as you did. Initially, you had typed out a ‘help’ with far too many exclamation points, but deleted it to instead send a more cryptic

[you] on your way back, could you please get dog repellent?

There was one of your habits reappearing when you least expected, vague texting – your ex enjoyed prying into your phone, no matter how locked and off limits his own was. Just as you saw Seonghwa come online, you heard the pin code to your door being pressed in, and in a matter of a click, you saw the silhouette of a man who made you feel worthless for far too long.

Shit… why did I not think to change the damn pin code? Probably because I hoped that I would not have an ex that would try to BREAK IN?

“Y/N, long time no see.”

“I wish that time lasted longer, to be honest, Minjae.”

“Honesty is the best policy.” Your ex appeared to have totally ignored the venom that instantly came pouring out of you, as you crossed your arms.

“Then let me be honest once more, I have nothing to talk to you about, and I demand that you leave this property before I call the police.” You insisted, hoping that your voice was not shaking.

Minjae had yet to set foot into the apartment, having stopped by the front door in the area where you had stored your shoes. He was suspiciously eyeing a pair of slippers you had forgotten to put away. Male. He demonstratively pushed them aside with his lacquered boot and smoothed his hair in one swift movement.

“You’re a big girl, Y/N. You know that there is no reason for me to do anything out of hand. I just came to figure some things out, see how you were doing…”

Without asking for permission, he kicked his shoes off, faking his respect for your apartment and for you, and lazily walked down the small corridor, all the way into the kitchen dining area. You were still in the same place, with the television to your left. The contrast between you two was hilarious – him every bit a sleazy wannabe businessman, looking like he had just gotten off work and ‘happened to be in the area’; you in a dusty pink sweater and sweatpants combo, fluffy socks on. Every bit the domestic queen. And with each second that past, you were growing more convinced that there was a chance you might not come out into tomorrow in one piece. Danger was written all over this man.

Minjae unceremoniously dragged a chair and fell onto it. He gestured for you to join him, and when you refused, he cackled, and spat:

“What, would you prefer to sit on my lap instead?”

You had to bite your tongue to supress the myriad of retorts that immediately bubbled up.

“So, how have you been, Y/N?”

“Couldn’t be better, thanks.”

“That’s the effect I have on people I guess, thanks I appreciate it.” He teased, very pleased with himself. Your blood was boiling while you remained an immovable statue, burning holes in your uninvited guest.

Disgusting. You felt filthy. And to recall that this was the man who you had given three years of your life to made you want to break everything in your vicinity and shout from the rooftop at the Seoul skyline. This was the man who had the chance to exploit you as he saw fit, and you thought that it was a normal part of a relationship… oh how wrong you were. And how glad you were that all that time ago, while still together, you had the bright idea to move. You had been in a situation that was similar to that of a mouse running around a trap. Had you agreed to move in with him, it would have been over, and you were sure of it.

He had been a manipulative bastard, giving you love only when he wanted to, and other days would hold you at a painful distance, leading your mind astray. Knowingly he had induced your conjuring up delusions that there was a chance he was very much in love with you and was serious. You were embarrassed to had been stringed along for such a grand period of time. Was it narcissism that motivated him? Perhaps – he did not enjoy your company, but he did enjoy the attention that you gave him, and how at any social event it was obvious that he was the apple of your eye. You had a way of making him feel more special than any other bitch he would pick up for a night when he had business trips or was staying late. The innocent adoration that you had been a temple for was addictive, and he could not help but want to take all of that adoration for himself.

Hence, he had pulled and pushed you around like a toy, until a silly error had defined the end of his reign. Truth be told, had you not walked in on him and another random chick he had picked up for some fun, he would have just continued as is and tried luring you back to the neighbourhood where you used to live, and right into his paws. You were more malleable when you had been vulnerable and always scared of something. He had come to state that it was your charm.

It was that you had been already growing distant and he was on edge. To get his mind straight again, he had to have all his needs satisfied, and since you were not as readily available as he had trained you to be before, he had to search a little bit harder for someone else, not that it was too much of a challenge. Minjae was a man confident in his looks and his abilities to show off his money and power, though he did not have much of it. You knew best that in reality, he was on the lower ranks of the food chain at some wealth management firm and did everyone else’s bidding. So outside of work, he took that out on you. How damn romantic.

It had been an unplanned trip. You had been looking for a panini maker you had been gifted a couple of years ago, and your memory led you to go check at your at the time boyfriend’s place for it. Who would have guessed that a panini maker was the bringer of truth and turmoil? And an unpleasant sight of another woman’s bare ass and animalistic grunts resounding in his apartment. Minjae had known it was you instantly, and although he was disappointed, a part of him was oddly turned on by the experience of being caught by you, the innocent and loyal lamb, so while you crept into the kitchen, one hand blocking him and his temporary lover from your field of vision, he pretended not to have noticed.

When the woman who you had never seen before in your life, and Minjae had never contacted again finally had come to realise that there was a figure moving about behind here, only then did Minjae go through the routine of covering up, attempting to waddle after you and bellowing “this is not what you think, Y/N”. It gave him an odd sense of achievement, like he had finally come to this milestone that he had discussed so many times over alcohol-fuelled parties with his colleagues. It was your reaction that had left a sour taste. Panini maker in hand, you merely smiled at him, and said “good luck, mister Lee. We be better strangers.” And that was it. You had left in the blink of an eye, leaving his mouth agape and a script’s worth of dramatic monologues left unsaid.

It was the indifference that had slowly driven him mad. All he wanted now was to see some reaction out of you. Something more than a sigh or a glare. No, something bigger. He wanted to see you lose your mind, just like you had unknowingly done to him by simply walking away. So while in your apartment, on your chair, staring at a changed and seemingly happier you, he was ready to do all he could to tear you apart.

“Who is the lucky guy?” Minjae inquired, gesturing at the corridor. You tilted your head. “The slippers…?” he elaborated, amused by this twinge of jealousy, or more likely, the idea that someone who he was trying to make his possession was very much not his.

“Oh.” You voiced, not giving way to any emotion.

“Oh, what? You have a pretty voice, darling, use it.”

You were wishing on every star in the sky for this torturous encounter to stop.

The aforementioned lucky guy, upon having received the mystical text from you was trying to process its meaning. He was at checkout of the supermarket in your neighbourhood when his phone buzzed, and you had never normally texted in the hours when he was meant to be heading home, so it was entirely unexpected. Deciding that whatever product you were implying needed a bit more elaboration, he put his phone away to finalise the payment and head out.

Once Seonghwa was back out on the street and commenced the final stretch of his journey home, it finally hit him. In recent times there had been one particular person whose entire existence you had concentrated into a series of colourful terms with first character being ‘gae’ (dog) in them. And that one person was… ta-da, your ex.

“There is your chance Seonghwa. Stop being dense and do something. SPEED UP!” he heard his best friend’s voice echoing around him. Manifesting a cry for action. He clenched his fists, and ran like his life depended on it, you on his mind.

His track and field experience had come in handy for the first time since finishing university, with him covering the distance in record time. He had noted that your curtains were drawn, but he could make out a light still on – Seonghwa could not help but feel his worry spike. How were you? Were you holding your ground? What if the time he wasted in the store was critical.

Swinging open the doors to the building, he stormed past a flabbergasted receptionist, only to pause and turn, and forcing an unnaturally polite tone to combat the anger he had accumulated. Today of all days the regular grumpy-looking guard was nowhere to be seen, instead substituted by a timid, tiny lady in her late sixties.

“Excuse me madam, did a young man pass by not too long ago? Not a resident here, went to the ninth floor?”

“Um… why yes… Yes, I believe so… He even greeted me, what a nice young man.”

“Lovely. Well, thank you very much for the information. I am so sorry for shocking you, but he is highly dangerous, and has been harassing one of the residents. I would appreciate it if you could alert security to restrict his access in some way. If a couple of the guys could come to apartment number 907 in the next five or so minutes, it would be much appreciated.”

And on that note, he heard the elevator ping and departed from the receptionist’s desk, leaving her open-mouthed and pale-faced. Why were these boxes of steel so slow when you least wanted them to? Seonghwa tried to level his breathing. He tried to think of everything in medical terms, forming analogies in his head, settling himself into a headspace where he had control. Once out, he stepped out and listened. Nothing yet, so perhaps not too bad? Who was he kidding, he had already imagined at least one thousand scenarios of where things had turned to the worst.

He shuffled forward stealthily, knowing that any heavy footsteps could be heard from the apartments. Four seconds and he was at your door. Now, he heard a male voice. So that was him… the man who you had to spend time getting over. The man who had made you forget what love was. Seonghwa was not going to give you back to that nightmare. He did not have any plan but hearing your raised voice and making out something along the lines of “don’t… get away” and “stay where you are” had him unlock your door and slam it open with no scenario, no operation plan, no ideas. Best he could do was be there for you and be with you.

Seonghwa had crossed the entrance to your apartment at exactly the right time. Minjae had stood up and was about to grab your wrist after you had snapped at him to mind his business and leave. The man was nonplussed, his hand still hovering in mid-air. This gave you ample chance to step away and race towards your saviour. Mouthing your gratitude to him, you used every ounce of your remaining power to not let the waterworks start – as soon as you laid eyes on the young doctor you merely wanted to give yourself space to cry. You mused how his embrace would feel, and if you could melt into it. You wanted to get away from your old self, who was made small and helpless by repeated torment. Your past had caught up to you, but a wave of clarity overtook you.

Seonghwa’s dishevelled hair that still gracefully framed his face, the bead of sweat that was about to run down it, the bag in his hand and, most importantly, the warrior’s stance and glare, all of him looked like a future you wanted to write into the present. Despite that the time was not right for sentimentalities, you understood what drew you to Seonghwa, and why you entrusted him with what could be your life. He felt like home.

“Hi! You brought the groceries I see! Thank you so much, seriously.”

“Who in the… is this the-” Seonghwa heard the man, still in the living room, begin. Think fast, ah to hell with it, all or nothing.

“No problem, love. I missed you.” You were stunned as your handsome neighbour reached out with his right arm and pulled you into a quick hug.

With the trench coat he was wearing being unbuttoned, you ended up being pulled under it as though it was a blanket, and pressed flush against Seonghwa’s chest. Your cheeks flared up, and you could bet on the fact that your face was probably turning a bright red. The cotton sweater he was wearing was soft and gentle, though not to the same level as the hand that was gently caressing your back, thumb moving in repetitive calming motions. You were drifting away, focusing on Seonghwa’s erratic heartbeat. How was he so outwardly collected? After the initial shock passed, you wrapped your own arms around his torso, snaking them under the coat, feeling him stiffen for a split second. This was not how neither you nor he imagined your first more intimate embrace to go, but… desperate times call for desperate measures?

“Stay by me, okay?” he whispered almost right into your ear. You nodded, not wanting to break contact.

“Ahem.” The walking red flag was demanding an audience once more, leading to you turning your body slightly, but still not fully letting go, one arm around Seonghwa.

“Yes?” Seonghwa countered the empty sound, setting the shopping bag on the stool by the entrance.

“So, you are the guy huh.”

“The guy?”

“The guy I was trying to inquire after, but Y/N here would not crack. Great to see you in person, more than I could ask for really.”

“I am afraid I cannot share your happiness, mister…”

“Call me Minjae. We are closer than you think. You see, Y/N and I-”

“I’d suggest you stop and leave our apartment this instant.” He emphasised, ready to open the door right back.

“I think you would want to hear this. You know who I am?”

Minjae had moved from his position in the living room closer to you and Seonghwa, inching forwards like some beast.

“And for that exact reason, I am asking you, politely, to leave.” He persisted, taking him and yourself aside to be at least a fraction further away from your personal monster.

The two men stared each other down, as Minjae pushed his feet into his shoes, having figured out that he would not be able to do much to you while you were protected by this newcomer. Least he could was spit some toxicity while he still could. So when he noted that Seonghwa had taken part of his attention away to listen out for something behind the door, Minjae gave you a dirty smirk and blurted:

“What an honour! So, tell me, does she still cry when she orgasms?”

It all happened very quickly.

How Seonghwa removed his arm from your shoulders. How in the blink of an eye his fist connected with your ex’s solar plexus, with such momentum that you swore you saw some recoil. Minjae’s eyes rolled back as he doubled over in pain, gasping for air. Livid, Seonghwa grabbed the door handle and threw it open, exiting and dragging Minjae behind him. Once out in the corridor, he dropped his voice to a low hostile tone and hissed:

“Listen here. Whatever your motivations are, you look like a guy who I would have to treat at work. And believe me, I know full well how to dissect and take scum like you apart. And if you dare ever be even within a five-kilometre radius of Y/N, I will ensure that your outcome is a plethora of diagnoses.”

For the first time, you could see real fear in your ex’s eyes, and them welling up, be it due to the lack of air or due to him not expecting to meet someone who could equally act like a gangster when the situation demanded. Truthfully, you were in awe of Seonghwa too. The precious image of a nerdy doctor and boy next door was very much gone, instead replaced by a strikingly handsome, alluring and dependable man. His demeanour changed once more as two security guards appeared from the elevators and commenced their routine questioning all the way across the corridor.

Pushing Minjae’s back for him to stand up straighter, Seonghwa forced his weakened form into the grasps of the guards, explaining what had unfolded.

“And who are you?”

“I live in-”

“-My boyf-”

“-in apartment 904.”

“Oh cool. Good neighbour, well, have a nice night.”

You covered your mouth. What in the world were you thinking when you let that fall out? What had provoked you? You were praying that Seonghwa had not heard you as you turned around to head back into your apartment. He followed you, once confirming that the intruder was taken care of and seeing the floor number on the lift come to a standstill, far away from you.

When he entered your abode and took off his coat and shoes, he found you in the kitchen, storing the items he had bought, but setting aside the bbungyeoppang. He disappeared in your bathroom to wash his hands, making you initially believe that your outburst was going to go unnoticed.

Only when you had set two plates on the coffee table, adamant on not touching the chair and dining table for the time being, and you sat together, side by side, did he lean back, stretch his arms out, and muse out loud, with a cheeky expression:

“Your boyfriend, huh? Doesn’t sound too bad. I like it.”

“It was out of bounds, sorry, I didn’t mean it.” You mumbled, looking down at your lap. Seonghwa was observing you, eyes half-lidded.

“Could you look at me?” as gentle as ever, he asked. You dared to lean back a bit and turn your head, encouraged by the brilliant man’s hand being placed over yours.

“Do you mean, it was a spur of the moment kind of thing to make your ex jealous?”

“Oh no. God, no! I… well. Uh. I am cornered here, aren’t I?”

“Yep. But trust me, no matter what you are about to say, know that I will respect it to the fullest, okay?”

He gulped. Fate was not joking around today. Had he known that he would be in this situation even five hours ago he would have laughed at the messenger. Patiently, he waited for you to say what had been running through his mind for far too long, and moved to look at you directly, a mere few centimetres away.

“How do I even… Okay. Two points. Firstly, I would never use you. And secondly, now… it is only you. Only ever you. Seonghwa. I cannot describe how infatuated I am with you, Seonghwa. Ever since we met, something told me, this was it. This was what I was looking for-”

He need not hear more.

“Y/N, may I kiss you?”

“Yes, please.”

Resting one hand on your waist he leaned over to close the gap between you, giving into the paradise that was ‘the now’. Both of you were smiling into the kiss, tasting euphoria and the inimitable feeling that came with the realisation that you were there for one another, and that it was not going to change.

His kiss was like the golden hour, a tender light worshipping your every breath. A slow serene delight, with each touch leaving you basking in a magical glow. Time did not exist, lost to his soft lips. Perfectly in sync, loving Seonghwa was effortless, translating from the little acts of service to the wondrous whole you had kindled. His other hand, which had moved to your nape, guided you. Seeing further closeness, Seonghwa settled back into the sofa, pulling you with and onto him, breaking apart for a moment to ensure that you were comfortable. He allowed himself to seek you once more only once you had given him a nod and a breathy confirmation. Curious and relishing in your personal sunshine, you explored one another, testing the limits of the present. Your fingers found his onyx locks, and gave them a light tug, mind going into overdrive as you heard him stifle a moan.

Even as your moves got lazier, with the intensity of the initial contact being replaced by simple glee, the love did not subside. Never did something feel quite so right. Reminiscent of late spring when the days were beginning to get warmer, when nature showed its beautiful colours, flora in full bloom. Seonghwa trailed your jawline and neck by peppering kisses, rays of sunshine onto your skin. You drew yourself back to take the scene in. His swollen lips, glinting eyes and stunning profile were irresistible. Above all you were here. You were his, and he was yours. As if reading your mind, he took you into his arms and embraced you with the passion of someone who was terrified of losing it all. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent, memorising you.

Soon enough, both of you were lying down on the sofa, unwilling to move apart, legs a tangled mess. His index finger was drawing abstract shapes on the small of your back, while you were quietly listening to the now more level beating of his golden heart. Suddenly, he stopped. Your eyes fluttered open.

“A penny for your thoughts?” you asked, barely audible.

“Well, anything for my girlfriend.” He chuckled to himself after saying the title out loud, proud. “I was just thinking back to the time we first met. You remember? Dead of night, us channelling our inner shadow people. When we then sat and talked through until morning, I felt as though I had found my world.”

Bashful, you hid your megawatt grin as Seonghwa hugged you tighter.

You were home.

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So Long As You're Safe & Protected | Black Noir x gn!reader

Hi, i love your writing!! Can I request some angsty gn reader x black noir with "is that all I am to you?" and "would you fucking listen to me for once?" pretty please??

summary: Black Noir knows that there's only one way he can ensure that you're safe and protected when Homelander threatens your life and Ashley backs him up on it.

tws: mentions of violence, swearing

Ashley had said time and time again that you weren't allowed to be seen with Black Noir in public, and for the most part, you were okay with that; more than okay, actually, as it meant that you didn't need to put up with that cunt Homelander. God, he deserved to fucking die. The way he abused A Train made your blood boil, and the way he abused Noir made you grind your teeth so hard that you thought you would snap your jaw bone in half. You hated him, and when Noir revealed to you that Homelander was none other than the son of Soldier Boy - a racist, homophobic misogynistic pig - you couldn't say that you were surprised; the cunt apple didn't fall far from the fucking cunt tree. You were just fine with not being Noir's date to public events like film premieres and galas and meetings and charity balls, more than content to stay at home and wait for him; but then you heard about certain rumours that you just couldn't put from your mind.

You knew they were more than likely false, just gossip put out by journalists hired by pricks who wanted to cause shit just to sell papers, but you couldn't help it; the pictures that came with the rumours were too much. Black Noir was in love with someone else and he looked... you couldn't see it behind his mask, but he only ever put his hand with his pinky and index fingers, the only ones held up when he was happy; you started to think maybe they were true. Maybe he was in love with someone else. Maybe he was, at any moment, going to up and leave you without so much as a goodbye sticky note.

As days went by, the rumours became more and more realistic, and you snapped when Noir walked into your flat as if nothing was going on.

"You fucking asshole!" You couldn't even bring yourself to raise your voice. "I can't believe you'd fucking do this to me!"

Noir cocked his head to the side, daring to sign: "what?"

"It's all over the papers," your voice cracked a little as you spoke, "you've fallen in love with somebody else. Haven't you?"

Noir didn't react.

"Little more than a fucking place to run to," you scoffed. "Is that all I am to you? Do I matter that little?"

He didn't react, he only sat at the edge of the bed and twiddled his thumbs; he couldn't tell you.

"Noir!" You snapped. "Noir, would you fucking listen to me for once? Please?"

He shook his head, grabbing his overnight bag from under the bed and pulling it out and onto his lap, daring to sign, "do you want me to leave?"

You shrugged. "I don't fucking know. I'd like the truth, ideally."

But he couldn't tell you the truth, even though he wanted to; Ashley had roped him into his PR stunt of a romance with some actor - or maybe they were a singer, or maybe they were a model, he couldn't be sure - after Homelander had found out about you. Being the cunt he was, Homelander told Noir that unless he started this PR relationship, he would find you, and he would kill you. He would fucking laser your eyes out of your skull and make Noir watch when he did. Noir couldn't, and wouldn't, risk such a thing happening to you. He couldn't tell you the truth. He could only hurt you in hopes that it would save you.

"I'm sorry," Noir signed. "I'd tell you if I could."

"The fuck do you mean if you could?" You asked with a scoff and a budding sob.

"Homelander." He hung his head for a moment and let out a quiet sob. "I'm so sorry, (y/n). Please. I love you, but… I have to go."

You couldn't even bring yourself to watch him pack his shit, escaping to the living room and lying down on the sofa with your back turned so all you had to look at was the back cushions; you didn't want to hear it, you didn't want to see it, you couldn't bring yourself to do anything except quietly sob.

In the bedroom, Noir hadn't stopped crying as he packed his bags, the vision behind his mask blurred as he cried softly, quietly; he didn't want to hurt you, he really didn't, and if there was some way he could have stopped you from being hurt, he would have done it. But Ashley never liked you, she had despised you, so of course she sided with Homelander when he made up some bullshit about Noir needing a significant other who was marketable, who would bring his approval points up; and of course, he wouldn't risk you getting hurt. Homelander had fucking roared in his face, spat and cursed at him; he would laser you, he would break your bones, he would fucking kill you in the slowest and most sickly and awful ways he could think of… and he would force Noir to watch every single second of it. Every single second of torture, Homelander would force Noir to watch it; Noir couldn't put you through that, he would not and could not risk such harm coming to you. He loved you, all he ever wanted was to protect you from Homelander. All he needed was to know that you were safe.

But now the safest thing to do, the best thing Noir could do to protect you, was to hurt you; was to break your heart like dropping a glass.

You would think he was an asshole, you would despise him and loathe him… but you would be safe. You would be safe, you would be protected. Homelander wouldn't touch you, as long as Noir left. As long as Noir left you and he broke your heart, you would be safe and you would be protected; he could live with that, he would sleep soundly at night knowing that. Even if he was next to some unattractive false celebrity he had no interest in.

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#mlem writes #black noir x y/n #black noir one shot #black noir x reader #black noir imagine #black noir #the boys imagine #the boys fanfic #the boys

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*Destino approaches Gwen, clearly wanting to rile her up.* You? In a relationship with someone? Ha. With your personality, I didn't think it was possible. Honestly I'm surprised anyone likes you at all. This is why I almost feel sorry for Pokémon who aren't like me. Hope I didn't strike a nerve there.

"Oh you aren't wrong. In fact, quite honestly, I am surprised how long it lasted."

What this brat was trying to do was not lost on Gwen. Over the years, the gothitelle made peace with the fact that she was a volatile hot head that was trying to mellow out.

Kids like this made that hard.

As she got older and evolved, there was a new 'weapon in her repertoire for when it came to swatting down horrible people trying to get a rise out of her: making them uncomfortable or terrified.

For this absol, whom this was her first interaction with, she really did not give a care as to what she said. They wanted to get a rise over her past relationship. Then this Geoffry was going to get the ride.

(TW: Domestic Abuse) @ask-the-royal-absol

"We met in juvie, so that is strike one. Once we were released, we started to date as it was mutually symbiotic relationship. Nigel could shrink things to shop lift them from stores, and if anyone confronted us, I would threaten them."

One incident sprung to mind that even scarred Nigel in hindsight. In it, Nigel was being confronted by a convenient store's owner and clientele for stealing Pringles and Smirnoff. During the confrontation, Gwen fired a charge beam at the ear of a patron, blowing his ear off. But she did not disclose that.

"But a mutual relationship, strictly around benefits, is doomed to fall apart. Eventually, we actually started to find out about why we were in juvie. We knew what we were generally in for, but the details got ugly. He found out I was in for monslaughter, and I found out he was in for illegal pokemon poaching. We have also inadvertently stepped on each other's lives careers, which is when our fights got the most ugly."

Steadying her breath, Gwen was about to account the story of the one time she was ever afraid of Nigel.

"One time, he chloroformed me, shrank me down to the size of a doll and locked me in a container with durants he also shrunk down in and riled up in preparation for this. Pink bastard let them swarm me, because I had killed someone who tried to traffic me."

Gwen. That mon whose brain you splattered. He was my contact for my big job I was telling you about. He was going to give us big money. Money we both could have used to get out of this fucking apartment! And because of that, I need to vent out my anger at you.

Durant maws had a very distinct pain, like stabbing yourself with serrated blades. This and her screaming Nigel's name as they swarmed and bit her.

You should not have killed him. If you had just ridden it out I would have had everything cleared up.

Gwen wrist trembled for a moment, she needed a cigarette to calm herself down. Reaching into her coat, she took one out of her pack, lit it, took a hit and blew it in the absol's face.

"You are right about my personality. But one thing you did not know is that I have some integrity. I was also abusive to. I also beat the shit out of Nigel in my own way. I remember when I found a post of him involved with the Pixie Boys, which for mons living underground, is a fairy supremacy group that has a rank up system for beating or killing anything weak to fairies or fairies were weak to. A lame boys club with a punch card. Naturally, when I found this out, I let him have it."

You are associating with those losers! The arceus damn Pixie Boys! You think it is a good look for us to associate with those pathetic cream puffs? Pathetic!

"I remember spending 11 minutes just electrocuting him. I even remember him twitching and pissing himself after all of that."

Get the paper towel and clean up your filling. Hang out with your baker's dozen of losers, this will happen again. Do not make us look bad.

This would not make them even, as type supremacists were boring and garbage in the same way every time. The type that was 'better' was always different, but the MO was the same. It was an example she wanted to put out to 'entertain' Prince Charles here.

"Well. You pointed it out. Hope you found it entertaining," the psychic took another puff, making sure to blow it in the absol's face. "To be honest. I don't care what you do with this information. Because with your personality, no one would believe you. You were coming at a woman who was abused and tried to get a rise out of them. I would think you have some set of standards, but hey. You are royalty. Likely with shriveled lungs, liquid in your brain and with thinning fur in your future."

#ask #gwen the gothitelle #ask-the-royal-absol #nigel the clefable

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 4 months

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why do the people who age up fictional characters get hate but the writers who are legal and share smut with real life minors dont get any hate at all

Hi Anon, this is going to go on for a while. Sorry, sorta.

I'm going to answer this as best I can and I hope you find some closure or at the very least, some part of something you were looking for.

The long and short of it is, I don't know.

I think maybe because the stuff on the internet is so much more easily accessible is one of the main reasons (we) fanfic writers are such direct targets. Sure, I know books are everywhere, too. Though, don't stores card for stuff like that? I haven't purchased a paper copy of anything for so long that I don't know what the protocol is. And I look well over 18+ so maybe they just don't bother carding people who look it.

There are plenty of books out there that are not appropriate for anyone under the age of 18. Possibly - depending on one's beliefs - for people over the age of 18.

That's not for me to decide, though.

What I DO MAKE SURE TO DO is label each piece of writing I do that is not for a younger audience and put in my bio that what I write is not for the consumption of anyone under 18. I believe my exact words were "This shit show is 18+. You've been warned." Something like that.

"18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+"

I put a second 18+ in case the first one was missed.

I think it's just a matter of access. The internet is, for all intents and purposes, free, once you have an opening to it you can get damn near anything you really want to see on it without parental consent. Unless you have parents who have put a block on this dumpster fire. In which case, you should make a mental note to thank them when you're grown and see just what the Christ is going on out here sometimes, lol. If you're in a bookstore and you want to buy a copy of Playboy, you're going to be shut down from your attempt if you're ... oh, say 15? 16? Either that or heavily carded/ID'd. And if you don't provide verifiable proof of your age, they should turn you away.

I'm not saying that because this stuff is so easy to get to that it's ok by any means for any minor to read. I wish that everyone who isn't of legal age (here or wherever they reside) would heed the warnings. They're there for a reason.

Now, I'm going to touch on aging up characters. I'm guilty of not always putting that I aged up whoever I was writing about if they needed to be. But THEY'RE FAKE. They're lines. They're art. They're paper, basically. Ink and paper. So I don't understand how someone can go from blasting an actual pedo to getting on here and saying that fanfic writers are just as bad. It pisses me off, if I'm being honest. The comparison is quite a stretch, I think. Because while I am not that faithful about documenting that I aged up characters, in my head, they're no younger than 21-40. And that's probably why I don't say I am aging them up because I just don't see them as minors. I've noticed that male characters in anime often look considerably older than they are. Maybe that's because they're the hero of the day or whatever. And I don't write about female characters. Not because I hate them, but I really just don't have any interest in doing that.

The vast majority of us all make it a point to say that the character(s) we write about are of legal age to partake in such ... activities. I don't know. I went through a phase where I felt like absolute shit about myself because of some of the stuff I read about people (on HERE - other writers) comparing someone who abuses an actual minor to a writer that talks about getting down and dirty with a 17 yr old superhero (again, they don't exist). But when I came to the conclusion (very shortly after reading those opinions) that I would never never never ever ever ever do anything so fucking disgusting, I got over it.

There are miles between reality and fiction. If someone else can't separate the two, maybe they're the ones who need the help?

The whole premise of that world, the anime world, is the impossible. Is it not? And I'm not saying in any capacity is it ok to look at someone and assume just because they look older that it must be ok to engage with them. IT'S NOT.

I hope this offered you some clarity, Anon. And I apologize for going off. I guess your question was a good one to make me think so much.

~ S

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He made another fucking list! There is another piece of paper taped to my wall! I am officially starting a bidding for this man, the starting price is 1 dollar. I walked into the living room to him sitting on a couch looking at the paper and he kept saying ‘I’m missing something’ Apparently my brother is the dumb version of Nancy Drew. The list is about Ben and the drugs and how that will play into s3 and obviously Britin as well. I did have to reveal to him yesterday that he is on steroids because my brother was convinced it was cocaine. Now I’m wishing I didn’t. So this is what he wrote on it. It’s split in half and the top half is called Ben+steroids and the points he made are: -Ben goes to rehab and the season revolves around that to try and make him less boring, -Ben gets Michael into steroids but that’s just dumb, cmon (his name) you can do better than that, -Ben ODs and we are back to debbie hating him, -he loses his job and itll be embarrassing for me to watch -they use this to write off the actor but then Mike becomes annoying again, and my all time favorite -it was just a trick bc in reality what happened was Benny gave that guy a lecture about Buddha. So that was all on the ben part. The Britin part is him trying to work out his previous theories: -I don’t think the reverse sugar daddy thing will happen, i mean he has a 30k worth car. -Justin will wake up one day and look up and see that goatee and dump him immediately, -okay so Justin is not gonna cheat with Brian so maybe Brian does something really cool which leads to Justin realizing he is the one, -or Ethan does something even more boring than simply existing and Justin has a wake up call. -maybe Bri can get him to do more posters for work and thats how they connect again through the love of sex and art, -BRIAN ADMITS THAT HES IN LOVE AND FUCKING SAYS IT! With his full chest! And makes it romantic but not too romantic so that he doesnt freak out. And in a very very small letters he wrote in the bottom ‘it’s still fuck Ethan till the day I perish!’

So that’s what the new addition on the wall is now. Dramatic and dumb just like he is.

Also i genuinely cannot believe you have people coming to you about the fire house thing he said. I will admit that even I have had moments where i go ‘damn, he just spilled some tea’ while he’s talking, meanwhile this idiot is 60% pain pills while he is blowing my mind with random shit he says.

The funny thing is that that fire house is kinda our “inside joke” minus the joke part. When he was little and i did something bad that i would think my parents would kill me for, he would calm me down by saying ‘the house is not on fire’ basically trying to reassure that no matter what, all is okay. So it kinda became our thing and then every once in a while he would do something dumb (like get rainbow hair) and i would get a call/text that just said ‘the fucking house is burning the fuck down!/the bitch is on fire and it’s blazing!’ And that was basically a ‘take this as a warning that I pissed them off’. And when i mentioned that the next day, this dumbass couldn’t even fully remember what he said. He remembered it all except the water part which is annoying cause that was the part i wanted him to clarify. I swear to God we are (kinda) functional human beings. It just doesn’t look like it right now.

ALSO!! We might actually get to the break up tomorrow! He wants to watch 4 and 5 today sooo we are getting closer!!

Okay! You heard it here first folks - Brother Anon is up for adoption. Come make your intentions known.

These lists! Compared with your brother’s ideas, Ben manages to make steroid abuse boring. He’s going to be so disappointed.

Hopefully he won’t be disappointed with the Ethan-cheating storyline. I dislike it (I want Justin to choose Brian and nonmonogamy because he decides Ethan and monogamy are not a good fit for him, not because Ethan cheats) but also the “Brian never had to apologize” line is iconic and I think your brother will like that.

Okay but that’s a sweet story about how he would comfort you as a brother by telling you the house was not on fire. I love that that line was from that.

Keep us updated dear sweet anon!

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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jambo-rat · 5 months

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Jayden's Letters

This has been a passion project of mine for a long time and I've been working on it for a long time. I'm glad I'm able to share this with you all and I hope you enjoy it as much as I've loved writing it <3

I'll post more projects of mine in the future, but this is what I have now.

Tw: Alcohol Consumption, Pill Abuse, Cursing, Gore, Hallucinations, Murder, Heavily Implied Suicide

Everything was ringing in John’s ears, the buzzing growing more and more intense. He faintly heard his name being called, it slowly growing as his eyesight slowly focused on his hands and the salad in front of him.

“John? John, are you okay?” The voice snapped him out of his daze.

“Huh?" He whispered, looking up and staring at her.

"Are you okay John? You kind of blacked out on me there." Alyssa playfully teased, staring at him with a nervous expression.

"Oh yeah, I'm…I'm okay." He told her, his hand holding the side of his head.

"Okay…if you say so." She shrugged before continuing her story.

The ringing in his ears grew to a pitch as he let out a small groan. He squeezed his eyes before snapping them open, now standing in the doorway of his house as the ringing in his ears started to die down.

"How'd I get here…?" He whispered, closing the front door behind him as he dropped his bag on the couch next to him. He stumbled to the counter, his brows furrowing as he stared down at the note on his counter. John shook his head and walked past to grab a cup. He turned and pulled a bottle of whiskey off his fridge. He accidentally slammed the glass on the counter, sucking in a breath at the loud slam.

"Fuck." He hissed, rubbing his temples as he closed his eyes.

John let out a breath and slightly opened them again, popping the cap off of the bottle before pouring the golden liquid into the glass cup. He set the heavy amber bottle back on down and sealed it, slightly pushing the glass back from the edge. He walked back to the note, picking it up with one hand while the other brought the glass cup to his lips. He threw his head back, swallowing the liquid in one go before coughing, his head falling back forwards.

John sighed and finally picked up the crumpled note, smoothing it out so he could read it more clearly. The text was neat and almost clean, a little crooked here and there but otherwise it looked almost perfect.

"Dear John,

I know we haven't talked in a while. Or at all actually. But I thought it would be nice to try and reconnect! I heard you got a new job, that's amazing to hear! I know you're probably confused on who I am and I apologize, but hopefully we'll see each other again!

Love, J."

John let out a small scoff, crumpling the paper again. He went to pour another glass but stopped when he saw a shadow fly past in the corner of his eye. He turned to scan his office, the room almost pitch black. "Hello?" He called out, setting his cup down and walking over to the office. He stepped past the barrier before stumbling back at the feeling of hands brush his chest. "Shit!" He yelped, falling back and staring up at the abyss. He let out heavy breaths as he quickly stood up, grabbing his phone from the counter and stumbling back to his bathroom.

Once in his bathroom John started the water in the sink. He put his hands under the running water, a small hiss slipping from him at the cool feeling hitting his palms and running down his fingers. He took a deep breath and leaned forward, splashing his face with the water. He raised his head again, his vision blurry from the water on his lashes. He went to grab the towel on the counter so he could dry his face but then he paused, noticing something in the corner of his eyes, reflected from the mirror. He shook his head, ignoring it as he grabbed one of the various bright orange bottles on his bathroom counter. He looked down at the label. It was Fluoxetine prescribed to a "Johnathan Oscar". He went to open the top, struggling more than he'd like to admit. When he finally got it open it slipped out of his hand, falling into the sink. "No!" He squeaked, dropping the bottle into the sink.

He let out a breath, his gaze shooting up and landing on the mirror. His gaze immediately trailed over to the bathroom closet door behind him. It was cracked open with black, slender fingers gripping the doorframe. His gaze trailed up and he made 'eye contact' with the being, beady red eyes. A small breath left him as he slowly turned his head to look back at the closet. It was closed, no sign of anything or anyone. He let out a small breath and looked back at the mirror, seeing it opened a bit more. "The fuck…?" He muttered, looking back at the door with a furrowed brow. He shook his head and turned back to the sink, trying to pull as many pills out of the sink as he could. He grabbed three pills from his prescription, setting the bottle back on the counter and turning to walk back to the kitchen.

When he got back to the counter he opened the bottle of Whiskey again, pouring it back into the shot glass. He poured more of the amber liquid into the glass. John set the glass bottle down again, making sure he didn't make it slam. He sealed the case before pushing it back and away from the counter. He grabbed the pills, putting them in his mouth and swallowing them before using the alcohol as a chaser, another cough slipping from him. He walked over to the couch and went to grab the remote for the device. When he flicked the device on it didn't turn on. "What is wrong with you?" He muttered, frowning at the screen. He sighed and flipped the remote over, opening the batter compartment. Instead of the normal double A batteries you'd see there was a paper folded up. He pulled it out and unfolded it, his eyes scanning over the writing yet again. This time it was a little more jumbled but it still looked neat.

"Dear John,

Do you remember that night we walked together by the freeway? The night when we talked for hours and hours together? It's one of my favorite memories. The way you held my hand as our laughter mixed together, our pains defend by the joy of that night. I can't still remember the way you gently said my name and the way you'd squeeze my hand when you wanted to make a silent agreement. I wish we could still do that. But people change. I know you definitely have. But that's okay, maybe I can find a way to change with you. Anyways, I hope this finds you well.

Love, J."

John grumbled softly, balling up the note and throwing it onto the couch as he stood up. "Who the fuck is J? And where are his letters coming from?" He snarled, taking a deep breath as he tried to calm down. John trudged over to the cabinet nearby, opening it and watching for some sort of food. As he searched for something to eat there was a large slam nearby causing him to jump. "Shit." He gasped, his hand gripping his chest as his heart pounded in his chest, the beating making his ears ring again. He squeezed his eyes and gripped his shirt, his nails pushing against his palm through the thin fabric. When his eyes opened again his gaze landed to the mid-stomach of a figure. His gaze slowly trailed up, going higher and higher before stopping at where the door frame stopped, about mid-neck.

The figure was thin. It was so thin that he could see the ribs protruding from its chest. He went back to the stomach and saw how the skin dipped back, just barely enough space to fit the internal organs it would need. John's gaze flicked to its arms. They were un-naturally long; they reached to about the middle of its shins, which was even more surprising because its legs were also long, maybe a little longer than its arms. The skin. It looked like the skin was rotten, hugging the bones that made the limbs. At first glance it would be easily mistaken for a skeleton. If not for the stench of rotting flesh and the visible decay of its skin.

There were a few pauses of deafening silence, the ringing in John's ears only growing in pitch before the zombie-like creature let out a blood curdling scream. One that almost caused John to stumble and fall to the ground. The only reason why he didn't was because the creature came charging at him, but stopped after a few steps and collapsed, its head being torn from its body. When John saw the head he let out a scream of pure terror. He stared down at the sunken, bright red eyes staring up at him. Its mouth was hung slack, one side barely hanging on. If it weren't for the little bit of cheek tissue that desperately clung to the peeling muscle. John slapped a hand over his mouth, his legs giving out under him, causing the male to trip over his own feet and land back on his tailbone.

He scrambled up and gripped his hair, stumbling into the kitchen, his legs barely able to take the weight of his body. He stopped at his fridge and stared at a letter stuck to the cool metal by a magnet. This time the writing was less neat, it was jumbled and more squished together. It looked as if the person writing it wrote too fast.

"Dear John,

I know you've struggled with eating well. Especially when it comes to this new prescription. I made you some food for this week. I didn't know what you'd want so I made a lot with what I could find. Please remember to take care of yourself John. I can't stand to see you like this. And remember that I'm always there to help you. I'm one call or text or even fucking letter away. Please let me help you.

Love, J."

John stared at the Letter. He shifted and opened the fridge, letting out an almost immediate gag at the horrid smell hitting his nostrils. He immediately moved his hand to plug his nose, trying to block out the smell of death that threatened bile to creep up his throat further. He thickly swallowed, feeling the bile burn his throat as he forced it back down. But when he looked back into the fridge all attempts to keep his vomit down failed. The fridge was filled with rotting body parts. There were internal organs laid out, a heart still beating on the upper level on top of his milk, there was an arm and a leg in a glass dish, a pair of Kidneys was sat on one of his white square dishes. The blood that would've accompanied the organs and limbs was now a dark reddish brown, a few streaks of bright red from the heart, a few squirts being shot out as the organ desperately tried to provide blood to the bow deconstructed body. There were maggots over most of the organs, eating through them and leaving torn holes scattered over them. Some of the holes even going through the thick tissue of each organ.

At the sight of the decaying flesh John doubled over, vomit shooting out of his throat and onto the lower level of the fridge, burning his throat as it went flying out. It was a slight yellowish color, clumps of torn up leaves from his salad earlier. He let out harsh coughs after the spill ended. He stumbled back and bent over the sink, washing the area around his mouth. He let out more coughs, his throat raw from the acid that shot up qnd out earlier. He turned his head and gulped down some of his sink water, coughing more. "I-its just the alcohol. It's just the alcohol and the pills. I-I must've taken too much." He muttered to himself, looking over at the still opened fridge. He closed the door and stumbled back against his counter, his breathing heavy from the pressure being applied to his lungs.

He closed his eyes again and let out a small sob, finally allowing the situation to process. This wasn't his imagination, people- no things were in his house and they were tormenting him. Whoever this 'J' person was is the root cause of his suffering. He let out another breath, standing and gripping his stomach. " I just need sleep. Whatever is going on will stop. I'm just sleep deprived. Yeah. I'm just sleep deprived." He muttered, one of his hands moving and tangling in his hand in his hair. He sighed and shook his head, walking back to his bathroom. He closed the door behind him and started the water to wash himself off. "A relaxing shower before bed. Nothing will happen." He whispered to himself, peeling his shirt off. He glanced over at his mirror again and saw another letter taped to the reflective surface. The handwriting was jumbled, there were spots of dirt brushed against the paper, turning it a slight brown.

"Dear John,

I can barely recognize you now. I don't know what's going on with you but please, let me help you. I want to help you through whatever you're going through, please let me help you. I know this has been hard for you, losing your sister and all. But please remember that you're loved. I'll be here to help you and listen to you. I love you. Really.

Love, Jay."

The male let out a small breath, crumpling the paper and throwing it against the wall. He leaned over and started the water for his shower, holding back tears. "Why…? Why me? Why me of all people?" He whispered to himself, stepping back and pushing the balls of his palms to his forehead. He took a deep breath before letting out a pained cry, his voice breaking as he screamed. He doubled over again and moved his arms to hug himself, crying a bit as he knelt down next to the bathtub, leaning his forehead against the cool ceramic. He opened his eyes slightly and rested his chin on the edge, looking up and watching as the water fell, hitting the bottom of the tub. John let out a breath and shakily stood again. He stepped into the tub, not even caring about the dark slacks that clung to his hips. He sat down in the water, a full body shiver causing his body to shake just a bit. "Cold…" he muttered under his breath, pulling his knees to his chest.

A couple minutes later he shot up, his breathing heavy as he looked around. John looked down at his hands, they were pruned, staying down when he pressed his thumb against the skin. "How long…" he trailed off, looking up to the door. There was yet another figure, but this one he recognized as the shadow in his closet. He scrambled backwards, his spine pressing against the divot in the tub. His breath was shaky, he glanced back at the small ledge digging into his back before his gaze snapped back to the figure. "Go away…" He whispered, his voice breaking as he spoke. "Go away!" He yelled, burying his face into his knees as his arms wrapped around his head as a sort of shield. As he yelled there was a hiss and the figure disappeared. John sighed and quickly stepped out of the tub. His foot slipped a little causing him to fall to his knees.

The male stared down at the ground, his breath heavy as his vision blurred in and out of focus. John heard a familiar voice hiss his name in his ear. The voice was soothing, almost haunting calm as it cooed his name clearly. He let out a yell and slammed his right fist to the ground, his vision going fully blurry due to the tears that stung his eyes, threatening to spill down his burning cheeks. "Leave me alone! Get out of my fucking home!" He yelled, his voice cracking and breaking as he yelled. A sob slipped from him, causing his body to shake a little bit. He heard the voice again, but before it could finish he shot up and stumbled out of the bathroom. He quickly ducked into his bedroom and slammed the door behind him, panting heavily as he pressed his back against the door. He slowly opened his eyes, scanning the dark room for any figures that had been haunting him.

When it seemed clear he carefully flicked on the lights, moving to his closet to get into a change of clothes. He carefully slid on a pair of gray sweatpants, the soft fabric clinging to his still wet legs. He let out a small shiver, quickly grabbing a plain dark blue-almost Navy colored sweater. He pulled it on before turning to walk out. That's when he saw the note taped to the doorframe. He felt his heart drop to his stomach while his gut was doing flips around his heart. John slowly reached out and tugged the letter down to properly read it. The paper itself was damaged, it looks like it had been crumpled and ran through the dirt. The writing was jumbled, it looked like it was scrawled on as if the writer was in a panic. Some of the letters were squished together and some of the others were spaced too far apart. It looked like a child had gotten a pen and scrawled what they thought.

"Dear John,

Do you remember our first sleepover? You hit me with your pillow so hard it gave me a black eye. I'm positive the zipper hit my eye. You felt so bad. You were terrified your mom would get upset and send me home. That's when you helped me. It was the softest you touched me. I swear my heart was doing flips in my chest. If you had kept holding me how you were, I would've lost all self control.

Love, Jay”

John's heart dropped as he read the letter. His eyes went over the words over and over and over again, the echo of his voice playing in his head. He tore the paper in half before crumpling it, his heart pounding so hard he could hear the rhythmic beating in his ears. He crawled into his bed, curling up under the blankets as he hugged himself tightly, making a sort of protective shield in his mind. John was muttering soft reassurances to himself, promising how it's all just his imagination and he'll be okay. ‘This is all just a bad dream’ he repeated in his mind over and over and over again. He felt tears burning his eyes, spilling down his face and onto his pillow, another shakey sob slipping from him as he tangled his hands in his hair, squeezing his eyes. John has eventually tired himself out, slowly dozing off into a deep slumber. That was until he felt a cool breeze brush against his face.

He let out a small groan, pushing himself off the dirt floor. His head was pounding, when he fully opened his eyes and stood it felt like the world was spinning around him. John put his arms out for balance, slowly closing his eyes again as his legs slowly started to get used to having weight on them. When he opened his eyes again he stared out at the twinkling city ahead of him, his stomach dropping. He then heard laughing coming from the right of him, causing him to immediately snap his head in that direction, his breathing heavy. “Hello? Is anyone there?” He called out, taking a small step towards the sound. When he heard more laughter he bolted over to the voices, his mind spinning as his body tried to keep up with the adrenaline. When he got to the voices they stopped. All sounds except John's panting had ceased, the Silence slowly creeping closer, seeping its twisted tendrils into his mind and latching on. John stood from his bent position, searching for any signs of life other than the city. That was when a paper caught on his foot. He knelt down and picked it up. The handwriting was neater, it looked like care and effort was put into it.

“Dear John,

This was our first date spot, this was the spot where I confessed my love for you. I remember it as if it were yesterday. My heart was beating so fast it felt like it would've tore out of my chest. You looked so pretty under the night stars, that's when I admitted my feelings for you. I had hoped you would've been ecstatic, confessing back to me and smothering me in affection. But instead you tore my heart out. You called me mean names as tears rolled down your cheeks. When I tried to wipe them away, that's when you pushed me. You yelled at me to ‘get away’ and you pushed me instinctively. My footing slipped. The fall down hurt, the wind hitting my back before I slammed into some rocks, rolling down until finally my head was cracked. Now, I'm giving you the pain that you've given me. You don't deserve to live anymore. Not after what you've done.

Jayden.”

John stared at the letter in his hands before it was blown away. In its place was blood, the cold liquid dripping down his hands. He opened his mouth to scream but all that came out was a broken sob. That's when he heard an explosion in the distance. His gaze shot up and there was a firework lighting up the sky. John stepped closer to the cliff edge, his hands slowly falling to his sides as he stared out into the horizon. Then he took one last step, his body giving into the wind.

This is it. The ending of a chapter I've spent so long on. This has taken me roughly 5 months to write and I'm going to do more because I'm going to turn this into a film.

#this has been on my mind #im so proud of this #please be kind #but also gimmi criticism #passion writing #writing #personal writing #passion project #mental health #mentally ill #johnathan oliver #Jambo rat writings #love yall

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sofiiel · 11 months

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I Remember You | Part Three

Eddie x Fem!Reader Post S4 - Time Skip | Sort fic nope that went out the window.

WARNINGS: angst. reader suffers from alcohol + drug abuse. S4 is only semi cannon in this fic. there will probably be eventual smut in later parts. use of Y/n. longish word counts. quick glance proofread. | Chapter specific: 𝐌 & 𝐅 masturbation. 🇳🇸🇫🇼

A/N: Based off of Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven" | The songs : Far From Home : The Sweetest Chill : Taking Over Me : Walking On Both Sides : Cirice : Corrode.

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"Get up!" A small voice chimed.

A sound not unlike fluttering rang in Eddie's ears. A distant whisper as he faded in and out. Weaving between himself and the thing inside.

"Eddie wake up!" it called again. Louder and desperate.

Eddie's eyes struggled to open. "Am I dead yet because I'm pretty sure that sounded like..." His eyes focused slightly, hovering above him a gray butterfly.

"Not dead, just crazy. There aren't bugs down here." He muttered.

The butterfly released a breathy giggle, "I'm not a bug, it's just how you see me." she said.

Eddie tried to sit up quickly, but his body protested. It drew a shout from him as he collapsed onto his back. Everything felt sore after the transformation.

"I know, but you need to try." she said.

"Imagine you just pulled, sprained, twisted, and fractured everything on your body." Eddie murmured to the butterfly. "I'm not going anywhere for a minute."

"I can imagine that pretty well." The Butterfly flittered as she circled around Eddie's head. "But you do not have time for this. She'll be on her way to the bottle again. If you don't move."

Eddie opened one eye and looked up at the butterfly. "She?" Eddie asked.

The butterfly swirled higher, flying towards the ceiling. "It's weakening, you will need to be quick." she said.

Eddie scratched his head, once again he'd woken from the hold of the monster with a vague memory. "She?" Eddie thought, shutting his eyes tightly.

Finally, a face came to mind, hazy at first and then vivid. Eddie's eyes shot open, "Y/n, damn it...what are you doing now." he groaned, rolling to push himself off the floor.

Eddie's arms felt especially tired, and it took a moment for them to support pushing up his weight.

"Possessed by some weird shit down here, talking to the pretty ghost bug of Chrissy Cunningham," Eddie grumbled breathlessly as he staggered to his feet. "And trying to save the life of-"

A faint shivering of breaths and sniffles seem to burn his ears. Tilting his head up, Eddie looked into the dirty mirror above. "What happened?" He asked the butterfly.

"I don't know, she came home. Sat down, drank and was like...this." she said. "You see it, don't you?"

Eddie's eyes scanned the room above him, Y/n lay on her stomach, an arm crushing her pillow while the other clenched a paper. But that was concerning.

His eyes soon shifted to the nightstand, and there upon it sat a silver flask. "Drinking again? That's not new." Eddie pondered. Though no sooner than the words left his mouth, he noticed a small orange bottle beside it.

"Oh," Eddie exhaled, "oh, fuck."

"Oh shit - she hasn't taken those. Right?" He asked, looking to the butterfly.

"Not yet," She said.

Eddie hobbled over to the wall, rather than knock, he slammed the side of his fist against it.

"You are Chrissy, right?" Eddie asked the butterfly.

"What's left of her, yes." she answered.

"How'd you know that she was like this if the veil wasn't weakened at first?" He asked her.

"I can slip through the tiniest holes in it. I have been watching her to watch over you." Chrissy explained.

"Come again?" Eddie asked if he thought he was lost before, he was gone without a bread trail now.

"I can explain later, for now. You need to reach out." said Chrissy.

Eddie gave the wall another bang, and while Y/n would pause at the echo it led to her side. It didn't stop her crying.

His eyes searched the scene above him. "Noise won't be enough. He thought. The soft, desperate sounds above him tugged at his strings.

"Hey, you can get through, does everyone see you as something different? Or are you just a butterfly?" Eddie asked Chrissy.

"I...do not know." Chrissy said.

"But you can get through, and I don't know, give her a distraction? I need to do something, knock over something or..." Eddie sighed in frustration. "Right now, she needs to know someone or something is there." He said, words tired.

"I can try." Chrissy hummed.

"Great" Eddie praised, looking back up he scanned the room. It was the first time he noticed how dark it was. The sun's glow tried to push through the closed blinds. But curtains were pulled close at either side of the window. The lamp light was off.

Eddie tried to locate something for Chrissy to target, but Y/n had very little in the way of objects in her room. The dresser was bare save a small jewelry box and a clock radio.

"Can you manage a button on the radio? I don't...I don't know if it's still a thing but 106.9 if possible." Eddie said.

"I've got it, let's see." said Chrissy, her little wings carrying her up to the ceiling and through the dirty mirror.

Eddie watched the little butterfly flutter through the dirty mirror above.

Once the tears started, they couldn't stop. The six or seven swigs you took from your flask while with Paul didn't help. You'd managed to get into your house, take off your shoes and try to change clothes when the dam broke.

Likely shaken free by the paper left on your bed, and meeting a familiar face today.

A loud thud and skittering jolted you to sit up. Your heart raced for a moment with fear. Did someone throw something? Was someone trying to break in?

Looking about, crowing sounded off. It almost seemed annoyed.

Down on the floor, a small blackbird hopped its way towards your dresser.

You wipe away your tears, through they still spilled over. Watching curiously, the little black bird. It seemed unconcerned that it'd ended up in a house as it hopped along.

Its focus stuck on the radio on your dresser. The bird hopped, and flapped its way up. Tapping one foot after another until it perched itself on the radio.

Your tears ran down your face, too baffled and absorbed by the strange bird to wipe them away.

"What...the hell?" You thought.

The bird's feathers ruffled, and it hung it's head, shuffling the stations with the tip of its beak. While it searched, one tiny taloned foot pressed the on button.

Static and clustered songs bounced about the walls.

I will wish upon a star, I believe in you. And if my will has strayed afar, I remembered you. Will you remember me?

A pitched voice sang over the radio mingled with a heavy melodic guitar.

The bird then looked at you, tilting its head and crowing lightly.

Your eyes fell on the radio, flickering briefly to the flask on your dresser. The song wasn't helping, in fact more tears spilled over, you bit your lip softly and got to your feet.

You checked the window, shifting away the slightly dusty floral curtains. Peeking between the blinds revealed a locked, closed window.

"So how did you get in?" You asked, glancing over your shoulder. The bird sat patiently, it's eyes once locked on you, looked up towards your ceiling.

Thud thud thud

A knock came from the wall beside the window. You turned to it, wide-eyed. "Rats in the wall, maybe?" You thought. If a bird could just wander in, anything could.

You heave a sigh, it would do well to turn off that song on the radio and try to get the bird out the window.

However, as you went to walk away....

Rat-tat-tat Rat-tat

Stopping, your eyes slipped to the wall. That same knock.

Your feet took you back. Balling your hand into a fist, you repeated the knock against the wall.

From below, Eddie smiled a bit, and knocked again.

Rat-tat rat-tat-tat

Hearing the sound, you arched a brow and repeated. Hesitating for a beat, you made a knock of your own.

Rat ... rat-tat Rat-tat-tat

Eddie mimicked your beat against the wall.

Your feet stumble back, and your eyes grow wide. "What's going on?" You asked. "Am I dreaming?"

Staring hard at the wall, you dare it to make another sound. But it's silent. "I must be dreaming." you muttered.

"Hardly a dream, I'm afraid. I wish it was." Eddie thought from below you.

Braving a step closer, your hand reaches forth, palm pressed to the wall. Fingers splaying out. Your eyes slipped to the bottle and flask on your nightstand. "It would seem I don't need you to trip tonight." you murmured.

With everything that'd happened, you'd forgotten about the bird and barely took notice that the room was now silent. The radio shut off.

Behind you was the flapping of wings, but looking over your shoulder, the bird was gone. As if it'd never been there at all.

You look back to the wall, "jesus..." you exhaled. "I hope I'm dreaming."

Eddie exhaled and eased his body onto the bed. Chrissy returned, fluttering through the mirror above. Bobbing about happily as she made her descent.

"It worked, Eddie!" she cheered.

He winced and returned the smile he imagined she had. "It seems it did. Though now she's probably thinking she's losing it." he said in a sorry attempt at a chuckle.

"She was losing it." Chrissy said, lightly landing on Eddie's finger as he held it out to her.

Eddie peered at Chrissy, tilting his head a bit. "She saw a bird." He said.

"Don't look at me, I don't know how this all works." Chrissy said, a shrug in her voice.

"How'd you get through?" Eddie asked.

"I just...went? I'm not sure. Maybe because I'm small? It could be because I'm little more than a whisper of what used to be." she said.

Eddie frowned, "I'm sorry I let this happen." he muttered.

"You didn't do this to me, Eddie. The Monster did. You tried. You helped. Before and after I was gone. That's enough for me now." Chrissy mused gently.

"Now let me save you." she said.

"Save me?" Eddie questioned with a dry chuckle. "I'm a touch past saving, sunshine." He sighed. "I'm not getting out of here."

Eddie looked up at the ceiling, watching Y/n stuff her flask and pills back into the drawer.

"At least I've got a purpose for a while." He muttered.

Chrissy flew away from Eddie's finger and fluttered in front of his face. "She keeps you from losing all of yourself to the lingering monster. It tried to take your body when that little girl won the fight against it." Chrissy explained.

"I watched you, you laid dormant inside your own head for a long time while the thing tried to recover. Then something changed, you-"

"Fought it, I didn't want that creepy piece of shit walking around as me." Eddie sneered.

"Only....it doesn't want to walk around as me..." He said softly.

"It wants to change you." Chrissy stated. "Become something that can get out and start again. It wants your body as a base to build on, but it needs you gone." she explained.

"Gone, by 'gone' you mean it's eating away at the part in my brain that makes me...me. Right?" said Eddie.

"Yes. You're weak. It left you alone for a while, because it's weak too. But now, you're about even. Both wasting away here." Chrissy spoke sadly.

"You can get out. If it thinks it can get out. So can you. The veil, as you've been calling it. It's broken here in this house. It weakens, and you can see through, get through." Chrissy's words make Eddie's ear perk.

"Um...no. It's up in the ceiling. And anytime I stick anything through, it closes up soon after. Like with the broom stick." Eddie muttered.

"The walls weaken too, rarely, but it's happened. Usually very late in the night. Either of you are seldom awake, and it's very hard to wake either of you." said Chrissy.

Eddie sat up on his elbows, "really?" he asked.

"You won't be able to go through it. But it will be easier to try and let her know you're here." Chrissy offered. "I will do what I can. I can go through and try to lead her towards the wall if you two are awake when the next weakening happens." she explained.

"She's given you more of a will in the short time you've found her. You are going to need that if you want to get out." with those words, Chrissy fluttered off.

"Wait! Where are you going?" Eddie called out.

"I am tired, I am going to rest now." Chrissy said her voice smaller than usual. Yet still she managed a giggle, "I will be back. You keep an eye on her while you can." She advised, and with that was gone.

Eddie watched Y/n above him, he sighed. "But if that thing is still with me, should I make it out? Fuck thinking 'can I' make it out. Would I 'want' to?" he thought.

April 15 1994

Eddie played a solo DnD game on the floor of the living room of the small lake house. Patiently waiting for Y/n to finish getting dressed for the day. The veil was oddly clear, and stayed weak for several more hours, compared to its usual spontaneous cluster of minutes.

Eddie bit his lip and listened to the running water.

Eight years down in that hellhole was a torture he wouldn't have wished on anyone. Let alone being left to only magazines and his imagination.

It was not something he wasn't used too, however. But in his mind, this isn't where he pictured himself eight years down the road.

"What you're trying to say is, you want to take a peek." Eddie laughed to himself. "But you also don't want to, possibly, get out of here and tell her 'um yeah, I've seen you naked before' should you even stand a chance." he murmured.

"Seems I've arrived at a bad time." Chrissy chuckled as she floated through the window.

Eddie's face flushed a subtle pink, "not really." He said.

"It's better you don't. She likes you, you know, a peak might change your odds a little." Chrissy teased.

Eddie bit his lip, but she was right.

"Think of it as motivation, if you can let her know it's you somehow...." mused Chrissy.

"You think?" Eddie asked, brows raising high.

Chrissy circled his head, landing in his hair. "Maybe? I've heard her talk to her friends. Sometimes she talks of you." She wiggled her wings with uncertainty, "but she does try to avoid it, at great lengths."

"Great." Eddie muttered.

"And it's usually while tipsy, if not drunk..."

"Yeah, not making me feel any better." Eddie sighed dryly.

"Sorry." Chrissy peeped, "still...there's a chance in there somewhere."

Eddie set down his guitar and held his gut. Leaning forward, he took a few deep breaths, sometimes it helped when the pain spiked.

Chrissy watched him carefully. "Is that from trying to stretch what's left or -"

"I don't know, eating more doesn't help or make it any worse. I think it's this place, or that thing." he said.

Chrissy fluttered to the stack of rations he kept on the coffee table. She circled around them. "You haven't been eating much. I can tell...in various ways. I know from experience." she said.

Eddie looked at her with concern, "so that rumor was true?" He asked.

"Now, that it doesn't matter. Yes." Chrissy spoke quietly.

She flew at Eddie fast, knocking herself against his forehead, the soft thud made him laugh. "But you're avoiding answering me." she pushed.

"Why?" she asked.

"Why am I avoiding answering you? I never said I was-"

"Eddie!" the tinny voice roared.

He chuckled and sighed. "Alright, alright." Eddie grumbled inaudible words under his breath as he held his stomach. "It's one of the few things I can do to make this thing inside me miserable." He said. "Makes it worth it. I suffer, it suffers."

"Oh, don't be stupid." Chrissy sighed.

"That's why it's forcing you to change more often. It's likely going off and making you eat, and then who knows what you're actually eating." she reasoned.

"Every transformation takes a lot out of it." Eddie said.

"It takes a lot out of you too. It's not worth it." said Chrissy.

Eddie sat quietly, he hugged his stomach as if he could squeeze the pain out, eyes shut tight. Purging made the pain less intense, but he had little desire to look the odd slurry that came out in the face.

He sighed, watching the deteriorating carpet.

"Eddie?" Chrissy called timidly.

He heaved another sigh, "You know, right? Like you can feel it?" He murmured quietly. "I mean, this isn't the first time but..."

"What are you talking about?" Chrissy asked, hovering nearer.

"You know when you die? I can't really remember how it felt before. It's just as foggy as everything else." He said.

Chrissy remained silent for a moment. "I didn't know, I was terrified then the monster reached in and pulled at my fear until there was nothing left, everything was gone, and I was...here. Like this." Chrissy explained.

"I knew what he probably wanted to do. So in a way, I guess I knew." She landed on Eddie's shoulder, "Maybe not think about that, right now. You're still here, and Y/n is out of the shower and dressed. You can hear her in the kitchen." she said.

Eddie still sat quietly, causing Chrissy to huff. "You can't sit there and wallow, Eddie. It's been weeks, and she's come to expect a knock." she said.

A smirk sounded off in her words as Chrissy's voice flittered, "It's been keeping her in check. You don't want to be the reason she falls back into the cup, do you?" She asked.

"Listen, if I'm not feeling sorry for myself, you can't mope about either."

Eddie finally got to his feet, "I don't remember you being so bossy." he grumbled.

Chrissy giggled, "You only got to know me for an hour or so. Don't forget, I was cheer captain. Not just anybody can wrangle a murder of teenage beauty queens into not tearing each other's throats out, wanting each to be the best." Chrissy mused with a hint of pride.

Eddie laughed, "I can give you that one. Never witnessed a cat fight once. You all did work well together." He said.

"You saw us?" She asked playfully.

"I used to sit under the bleachers" He admitted.

"That's your problem, hiding away. No one is going to see you like that." Chrissy chimed, she flew up towards the ceiling, "then again, she did. Didn't she?" she asked him.

Eddie gave a strained smile, "she might have, I don't know for sure." He said.

"You know." Chrissy hummed.

"How, do you even know about that?" He asked her.

"You talk to yourself, a lot, out loud. And constantly leave your diaries open." Chrissy stated.

"I...They aren't-"

"You've called them diaries in the diaries. You said it first, not me." teased Chrissy.

"Now hurry, grab one of those pretzel bags and hurry to the kitchen. She only spends a handful of minutes on breakfast." Chrissy urged.

"And if I'm not hungry?" Eddie asked.

"I'm going to go up there and whisper in her ear never to let you see her n-"

"Stop! Stop!" Eddie called, snatching up the bag of pretzels. He shoved a few in his mouth and chewed, "See I did it." his words muffled through a full mouth.

Chrissy giggled as she watched Eddie jog into the kitchen and knock against the counter. Playing his knocking game with Y/n above.

You listened to the music play in the bar. This time you could actually hear it. Yes you'd just downed your fifth drink but tonight was different, you hadn't nearly completed your stock at home yet.

"For once" you thought.

It was that damned knocking on your walls, against your counters, at your window. You didn't know why, but the compulsion to answer it was mind gnawing.

If not slightly welcomed.

A knock means you don't take a swig, that's what you'd come to tell yourself. Did it always work? "Hell no, but it's something" you hummed to yourself.

"You're in a better mood." Robin sang, popping a pretzel in her mouth.

"I know, it's great, isn't it!" Vickie chimed happily.

"You've been hanging around Paul, right?" Robin asked.

"Um, yes. But, it's actually not like that, we're friends. And he won't stop nagging me to get out the house. I'm more than sure he just feels like he has to." You explained.

Paul was helpful, that was true. But it was more because of that silly knocking.

"Can't tell them that, though," You chuckled inwardly, taking another swig.

Despite a good mood, fifteen minutes in you'd find yourself nearly in the lap of the man across the bar. The liquor reducing you to a fit of giggles and desperation.

It's been months. You'd take anybody.

"Oh, that's not good." Steve lulled as he and your friends watched you carefully.

"Let her have some fun, she'll be alright for now." Vickie chuckled.

"But they're both kinda drunk tho..." Robin murmured.

Steve cupped his mouth with his hands, "It's not consent!" He shouted out.

You gave a roll of your eyes, "I'm not that drunk yet, yes it is!" You shouted back in annoyance, turning your gaze back to your plaything for the night.

You bit your lip carefully, "don't mind them, they're friends. Good ones." you said.

He simply chuckled and rested his hand on your thigh, leaning to kiss the curve of your neck.

"This is probably a bad idea," You thought, allowing the man whose name you couldn't remember to attack your neck with kisses while you fumbled with the front door.

You nearly dropped your keys twice, but somehow manage dot get it open.

In a flustered hurry the door was kicked shut, and locking your lips to his he guided you back against the sofa.

You tried your best to control what was happening, Mainly the kiss, as the more fired up the man became the more terrible his kissing got.

You find yourself rolling your eyes as he nearly shoves his whole tongue down your throat. Luckily for him, you need a different part of his body and plan to put that needy tongue to use elsewhere.

"Bedroom," you instructed him, taking a chance to catch your breath.

Pinned beneath him, you let him grind against you as you kissed, you could feel him harden even more while you yourself were mildly wet. He pulled your shift off and stared to kiss down your torso when his eyes landed on a piece of paper laying on the floor.

He stopped and squinted, "Isn't that from the serial murders back when?" He asked.

"What?" You asked.

He reached a hand down and picked up the paper, holding it up.

Your eyes fell on Eddie's face and the room tumbled into silence.

"You didn't...know this guy, did you?" He scoffed. "What are you doing with this?"

Eddie stopped playing his guitar. He was trying to drown out the noise above him. But he heard that loud and clear. He bit his lip, his stomach felt jittery, "what's she gonna say?" he thought.

"He was my friend," You exhaled, eyes locked to the photo on the missing person's poster.

Your date of the night watched you carefully, "well that sucks, friend losing his shit like that, but at least he didn't click on you - we'll fuck for the ones who aren't here anymor-"

"He didn't click," You said quickly. "He wasn't the killer."

Closing your eyes, you shook your head, "get off." you demanded.

"You serious? Baby, I'm prepared to rock your whole world. he was a freak and a psycho. It's been ei-"

"OFF" you nearly snarled giving a whack to his chest.

Eddie grinned to himself, looking up towards the cieling, "what I wouldn't give to see that guys face." He thought praying the veil would weaken.

"What the fuck?" The guy winced crawling off of you.

You snatched up his shirt and tossed it at him, "put it on, grab your shoes and get out of my house." You said.

Your date scoffed, "You're serious?" he asked again.

"Yeah," you exhaled, brows raised high, "Yeah I am, get out. Don't care where you go, but you can't stay here."

His eyes narrowed, he let out a bitter chuckle and slipped on his shirt. "Should have known better than to pick up a chick from the old Hideout." He muttered. "They're always fuckin crazy."

While he slipped on his shoes, you carefully pick up the crumbled paper from the bed, and straighten it out as best you would.

"Mhmm, maybe hurry it up, then." you murmured, casting him a dry glance, "as a friend of the freak, I might just 'click' too." you uttered in soft scorn.

The man paled slightly as he hopped to his feet and rushed to your front door.

It closed with a loud slam.

"Fuck." you sighed, frustration dripping from every word. Part of you wishing you'd remembered to put the old poster away. Yet part of you was grateful you didn't.

"You almost made a big mistake, that guy was an asshat." you muttered, "and you're not a sober as you thought you were."

But now you were left with a pint up need. Biting your lip, you utter a string of curses and fell back onto the bed.

With your eyes closed, you hug the paper to your chest, listening to the sounds of the night. The crickets just outside your window. You exhale out a hum.

Back then, you'd used to dream of him, and wake up as wet as a cat who stumbled into the shower. Opening your eyes, you bit your lip. You pull the paper away and hover it above you.

You take in his face and try your best to envision what it may have looked like now. Closing your eyes to keep that image, you set the paper aside.

Conjuring his voice in your head, in your ears. "Let me fix it, babe." you could hear him say. "Just lay back."

Your hand slipped down your unzipped jeans, and the other cupped one breast.

It went fairly silent for a moment, Eddie squinted at the ceiling in confusion. "where'd she go?" He asked himself. He didn't hear anything in the kitchen or bathroom.

Eddie had not heard the sounds of her emergency drawer open.

"Maybe just simmering down?" Eddie pondered, setting his guitar against the wall and going to the bed. He lay down to rest his still aching body.

As his eyes went to shut for sleep, the veil above weakened and the dirty mirror appeared.

A lump formed in Eddie's throat as he watched wide-eyed for a moment. He couldn't look away, so he covered his unwilling eyes with his hands.

"Holy shit." he whispered as if afraid he could be heard.

Small breathless pants and moans entered his ears.

It was hard for Eddie to breath as he felt familiar tingles in his stomach, waking hi shaft, and teasing his spine. "Oh come on don't" he thought.

Though he couldn't stop it, he could feel warmth gather as he swelled.

You whimper slightly as your hand worked its own magic, and caused Eddie to exhale.

A single whispered word drew Eddie's fingertips to brush the button of his jeans.

"Eddie." you uttered as you hit a sweet spot that sent a tiny tremor down your body. Imagining his rough hands slipping calloused fingers into you.

You could almost feel his lips on your skin, nipping at your collar, another hand hungrily groping your chest.

At the soft sound of his name, Eddie popped open the button and guided the zipper down with his hand pushing down into his jeans. He didn't have far to go to be completely hard.

His head already ready as when his fingers touched it, his penis as a whole twitched and drew out a sigh from him. Eddie opened his eyes as he heard his name yet again.

He watched as your back arched slightly.

"Oh, Honey, I had no idea." he murmured, eyes glazing over as he slipped down his pants, rubbing his palm up and down his length.

Your jeans were too restrictive for your liking and giving yourself a break, you removed them.

Eddie swallowed hard at the sight of the dampness of your underwear, the sticky glistening of your fingers.

His breath hitched as he self himself twitched, the tingle turning into a maddening pulse. He may not have had any on, but the sight of your underwear, and its delicate patterns, covered in your readiness, was driving all sense out of his mind.

And you were ready for him, no less. Eddie's tongue glided across his bottom lip, it looked tasty.

You lay back down and lightly pinch your clit with one hand while you take two fingers and glide them inside. You cause yourself to gasp as your imagination still ran wild behind closed eyes.

"That's my girl" he'd whisper, his breath against your skin. The mental picture was vivid.

Eddie's hand pumped with the rhythm of which you slowly rocked your hips. He could easily imagine you settled on top of him, your legs straddling his body.

How you'd rock with him inside of you, dripping slowly down his dick and pubs.

One of Eddies legs bent as his toes curled, mind numb with your soft calls and ragged breathing. You were close now, and he was very much getting there.

Eddie glanced down at himself, watching the pre-cum dew at his tip and slip down the side. Leaning his head back, he focused on the mirror above him. On your face, the way your toes lightly curled to match his, and the rise and fall of your chest.

He pumped his hands aggressively faster, giving his now dry lips another lick, Eddie shut his eyes. The thought of your lips in mind, they'd be so soft and warm against his neglected skin.

Your body arched, and you find yourself calling out his name again as your body gives a great shiver. It rolls from shoulder to spine, as you came in waves.

Eddie drew in a sharp breath and bucked his hips up, his grip clenching tight around himself. Something about his name from your mouth in that small feverish voice shoved him over the edge.

Cum shooting high and scattering across his skin.

His hand still moved, slowly drawing to a stop as his dick quivered and lay itself down. His fist and stomach covered in the thick white substance, and a lot of it.

Eddie's breath was left in shivering pants, he hadn't been able to release like that in, "far too long." he murmured.

"Though yeah, go figure, not exactly easy to nut in a place this, no matter how long you're here...." he thought.

Eddie watched as you laid there trying to put yourself together, a slight smile ticked on his face. "So how long has she been doing this?" He had to wonder.

He gave a quietly sour snort, "Well hell, if you didn't miss your chance, Munson."

Moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He reached into the second drawer of the night stand and pulled out a half empty bottle of water and a hand towel.

Meanwhile, you roll out of bed with a heavy sigh, "you're hopeless." you murmur to yourself. You pull open your drawers and grab a night dress, that covered in cute little patterns of your favorite animal.

With a glance towards your side table, you clench your jaw. A swig from your flask would be nice.

"But you're doing good today, only drank at the bar." you reminded yourself.

Somehow you felt that taking even a sip would offend whatever that strange knock was.

"That guy wasn't wrong, you might be crazy." you thought. Taking your night dress and your flask and heading for your bathroom.

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