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earth2rin · 1 year

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puppy love pt. 1

atsumu miya x reader

you can tell where i started to get tired of writing this LOL

tags: childhood friends to lovers, angst, mutual pining, fluff, atsumu really is a sweetheart, osamu is a little shit, slow burn, happy ending

wc: 7.9k

growing up with all boys in your family has really helped you understand the chemistry in boys' heads that cause them to act out on their inner thoughts. it did not, however, help you get used to the icky things they did. while rolling around in mud and squishing bugs with bare hands was not your forte, you could definitely see the satisfaction to gain from it. well not really, but you always tried to see from others perspectives, especially when atsumu had told you that it was fun to step on frogs. you had asked what was so fun about it, which he replied with “it’s like whenever you put on makeup or whatever, it’s just fun!” all while showing you a toothy grin. you couldn’t really wrap your head around it and opted in shooting him a confused look with eyebrows raised and a curled upper lip. to which he just continued to smile and shoot you a thumbs up.

since you were young, atsumu has always been by your side. your first ever encounter with the boy was in the first grade when you fell at recess and got your pretty purple dress dirty. you cried and cried until you felt a warm hand grab your palm.

“woah, yer bleeding! that’s a big cut, it’ll leave an awesome scar!” looking up you saw a mop of brown hair and the same colored eyes. “Let's clean you up, yeah?” with a big ol’ pout on your face, you nodded and let the boy guide you inside to the water fountains in the hallways.

the water was cold, and it hurt like hell running along your wound, but you tried not to cry in order to not look like a big baby in front of the boy. “how’s ‘at feel hmm?” your eyes were red and puffy, and you had tear stains on your pink cheeks but atsumu had still thought you looked pretty. you mumbled out a ‘hurts’ and atsumu nodded. “well if i gave ya half of my strawberry sandwich will that make you feel better?” he smiled at you, hoping to see that cute smile of yours again. you sniffled and nodded, and he led you back outside to his lunchbox and secretly handed you half of the sandwich.

you bit into it and the corners of your mouth instantly lifted. it tasted exactly like the ones your mom had always made in the summer. turning around, atsumu had seen your chubby cheeks stuffed with food and whipped cream all over your mouth. he stared for a second and you turned to look at him too. a mumbled ‘what’ came out of your mouth, barely audible, to which he replied “nothin, yer just pretty.” a slight scowl adorned your face. your dress was ripped, you had dirt all over the fabric, and you were pretty sure that you had wood chips in your braids. you had thought that he was crazy, but then again that was something you had always admired about atsumu.

“do ya think yer mom will be able to sew that up?” you blinked once, twice and said “i don’t have a mom.” atsumu stared blankly at the floor and his lips turned into a straight line.

“well my mom can sew it up for you if ya’d like.” you sat on it for a while. it was a pretty dress and you didn’t want to throw it away, after all you had just gotten it last weekend as a gift for doing so well at your piano recital. plus it was your second favorite color, after pink obviously.

“okay, i’ll tell my dad after school” he nodded and stuck his hand out.

“i’m atsumu” he grinned widely.

timidly you shook his hand and responded, “i’m y/n.”

ever since that fateful day you guys had been stuck at the hip. it was easy in the beginning, all you had to do was follow atsumu around and hold the jar that he caught all the frogs and bugs in. he claimed that being the jar holder was the best job in the world! even going as far as comparing it to being a CIA agent guarding top secret weapons that could end humanity as you know it. of course you knew he was lying, but nonetheless, you were the designated jar holder. on special occasions osamu would hold the jar and he’d let you carry the net. on days like that you would just run around and chase butterflies, laughing away when you would miss entirely. astumu would pout because he wanted you to hold the jar (he really just wanted you to stay behind him and to talk to him), but then you would catch a butterfly and put it on his nose and it always brought back that goofy smile you loved.

being the bug carrier used to be the bain of your existence, but god was it so much easier then going through puberty with the boys. astumu was so sweet in your childhood but as he got older he did start to roughhouse with you and tease you. osamu on the other hand had just gotten more reserved but nonetheless he also roughhoused with you. nothing was worse than when you had gotten all pretty for school and the boys decided to put you in a headlock and nuggie you to death. you’d get so upset and give them the silent treatment until atsumu cracked and whined about how sorry he was and to not leave him because your his best friend. you just tilt your head the other way until osamu offers to make you a strawberry sandwich to which you turn and smile, “deal.” which always left atsumu with his jaw on the floor.

they’d hold your bag over their head, teasing you to grab it while you tippy toed and whined for them to give it back. they’d put you in a headlock and make you smell their BO. they’d rub their sweaty forehead on you. they’d fart and put you in a dutch oven. they just liked to terrorize you.

but what had especially sucked was when you had started puberty. all the boys had gotten was quite a bit of inches to their height and deeper voices, but you were stuck with gaining weight on your chest, thighs and behind. but what really set things off was when you had gotten your first period.

you called atsumu crying and speaking all kinds of gibberish that he couldn’t understand and then you hung up out of nowhere. so atsumu decided to drag osamu along with him to get down to this mystery. you hadn’t lived too far from them. maybe a few blocks down, nothing their bikes couldn’t handle. your dad let them in and he was happy they were there, because he had no knowledge on how to help or comfort you in these situations. you had locked yourself in your room, screaming at your dad and brothers to not bother you or you’d rip their limbs off. you could’ve asked one of your brothers girlfriends for advice, but you felt that maybe it was a little too weird, which definitely was not the case but 12 year old girls tend to exaggerate things.

softly, atsumu knocked calling out your name. you didn’t answer, atsumu had looked at his brother who just shrugged. slowly and quietly he opened the door, and in that split second you had flung a pillow at his face knocking him on the ground.

“ow, what the heck y/n!” atsumu yelled as he rubbed his nose.

“sorry i thought you were one of my brothers.” you held out your hand to pick him up.

you looked a mess. you had a baggy t shirt that belonged to one of your older brothers, some valentine’s day pajamas even though it was the middle of september, and your socks were mismatched. you looked like you had just gotten through a heartbreak, which was odd because atsumu could not recall you talking about a boyfriend or any of the sorts.

“what happened to you?” osamu inquired to which atsumu just nodded. you flushed and threw yourself on the bed, pushing your face into a pillow. you had muttered words but the twins didn’t hear a thing.

“what?” you huffed and repeated what you said, and again, the twins didn’t hear. “huh” you quickly sat up and yelled, “i got my period!” angrily in the heat of the moment and once you processed it you could feel yourself die of embarrassment.

a “so” and “what's that” were said simultaneously which led to atsumu being slapped upside the head by his twin.

“ow what was that for!” pouting, atsumu rubbed his head. osamu rolled his eyes at his older brother,

“remember when mom doesn’t feel good for at least a week each month?” atsumu’s face changed from one of confusion into one of realization.

“ohhh, so y/n’s bleeding from downstairs?” osamu nodded and you were furious.

you flung another pillow at both of them, “just shut up and get me ice cream!” the boys nodded and quickly ran downstairs and hopped on their bikes, peddling to the convenience store. after that encounter the boys had never tried anything with you while you’re on your period, even though you had gotten more mellow about it through the years.

but what really, REALLY sucked? you’re uncharted feelings towards astumu. you have always adored atsumu since the day he helped you when you fell in first grade. but seeing him grow up into a handsome young man really took a toll on your heart. the once chubby cheeked sweet boy was now a sharp jawed tease. he had gotten much taller, and his muscles were also starting to grow from the non-stop volleyball he’d been playing since he was young. his shoulders and biceps were swollen from the hours of training, and his boyish grin had gotten even more charming, panty dropping some would even say. to say he was a stud would be an understatement.

of course you scolded yourself for even thinking of atsumu of anything more than just your best friend, but you couldn’t help but indulge yourself in the thought of being the person he held dearest to his heart. you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to cross the unspoken boundary between platonic love and romantic love. you knew you shouldn’t have these feelings, you couldn’t, but how couldn’t you whenever the man would charm you with his jokes and his antics. surely he was just acting this way because you’re his childhood best friend, that’s all it was, but you longed for it to be something more. your heart was so full of him you could hardly call it yours.

you weren’t quite sure of when the small inklings of adoration had budded into much more, but they bloomed and boy was it big. he consumed your thoughts and you ached to be something more than just friends. how you wished to be the one he buys flowers for just because, the one he gives his umbrella to because you forgot yours, the one who he spent his nights thinking about. it was wrong in so many ways. you were forbidden fruit, atsumu had always thought. he could never admit his feelings because you were his best friend above all else. the thought of losing you plagued his mind when he got the courage to tell you something, forcing him to shove his thoughts away for the sake of your friendship.

maybe you could recall the day you had fallen. maybe it was the summer of 8th grade during summer camp when atsumu had snuck out of his cabin to come see you. you had gotten homesick and the girls in your bunk were such blabbermouths, chatting loudly during lunch why you weren’t in the cafeteria. of course both the twins had over heard, but atsumu was the one to act on it. you heard a faint knock at your window, and low and behold it was those dazzling eyes you knew all too well.

quietly you lifted the window and scolded him, “tsumu, what are you doing here!”

he shushed you and smiled. “i heard you weren’t havin fun” you looked the other way and shook your head.

“cmon, i wanna show you somethin” he grabbed your hand and carefully helped you out the window.

“tsumu we’re gonna get in trouble!” you whisper shouted, your palm in his hand was getting sweaty from being anxious.

he turned and looked at you, pointing his flashlight at your face, “do ya trust me?” nibbling at your lip, you hesitantly nodded and he squeezed your hand.

you continued to let him drag you by the arm until you were standing in front of the lake. it was quiet, the july breeze had felt refreshing on your sweaty skin. the sounds of cicadas chirping was comforting and the scent of summer lingered in the air creating a soft aroma that made you feel fuzzy all the way to your toes.

“turn yer flashlight off” you switched it off and it was pitch black. your veins ran cold.

“tsumu i can’t see anything” you squeezed his hand out of fear, which he responded to by using his thumb to rub your hand, hoping to somewhat soothe you.

“just hold my hand ‘kay?” you nodded, though he couldn’t see you he knew that you had complied.

wordlessly, atsumu swayed some of the tall grass by his foot and suddenly it wasn’t dark anymore.

what seemed like a million fireflies had flown up, shimmering like a thousand stars in the pitch black night sky. instantly your eyes widened and jaw dropped, the sight in front of you was one to behold. atsumu had seen your expression and couldn’t help but smile. if you were both to be caught now, he thought that it would be totally worth it. slowly you reached your hand out to try and grab one but they all fluttered away.

“tsumu this is so pretty” you said in awe but he couldn’t help but stare. he thought you looked even prettier. it was like the sun was shining on your skin and you glimmered like a thousand universes. your eyes so bright and filled with astonishment, the way your eyelashes batted with wonderstruck. that was when he knew you were his forever girl.

a stray hair stuck out on your face, and atsumu’s muscles instantly moved to move it behind your ear. you flushed, your heart stuttered and you couldn’t help but stare in those beautiful brown eyes you’d never get used to looking at. he smiled and it felt like your stomach had done a somersault, like a billion butterflies were trying to escape your tummy. when you both returned to your bunk and said your goodnights, you couldn’t sleep, replaying that moment over and over again until the crack of dawn.

but no, that wasn’t when you had fallen. maybe it was the winter break of 9th grade. it was a week before christmas, and you and the twins were up to no good during the break. snowball fights, tracking mud in the house and letting all the cold air in by walking in and out of their home. the boys had tormented you, shoving your face in the snow, tackling you into the ground and even rolling up a big snowball just to throw it square at your face. to say your face felt like it had been frostbitten was a bit of an exaggeration, but it sure did feel like your face would melt off soon.

slowly the wind and snow had picked up, leaving you snowed in. you called your dad, wondering how you’d get home but all he said was to ask the twins mother if she would let you spend the night if the weather hadn’t calmed in an hour or two. of course she agreed, how could she say no when you’ve put up with her boys for the past 7 years, she practically considered you her daughter.

when the weather hadn’t cleared you and the twins had gotten excited, considering this would be your guys first sleepover. you guys had played board games, mario kart and played on your phones until midnight when samu fell asleep.

“tsumu i’m bored” your stomach rumbled and you looked down. “and hungry” you sheepishly smiled.

“me too” atsumu replied with a frown.

there was a beat of silence before atsumu’s head peaked up. “my mom has some cookie dough in the freezer, we can try and make those!” he grinned. your tummy rumbled again and you eagerly nodded. you couldn't help but think that this was something they did in all those romance movies you watched. your mind filled with thoughts about how they always end up kissing at the end of the scene and you couldn’t help but hope that maybe you’ll get a kiss too.

you both tippy toed downstairs to make the cookies. quietly atsumu opened the freezer and reached all the way in the back corner for the container of dough.

“what kind is it?” you whispered.

he squinted his eyes to look at the packaging. “chocolate chocolate chip” your stomach panged with hunger, eager to have that sweetness in your mouth.

atsumu paused and scratched his head, you could see the gears turning. “do ya know how to bake?”

you face palmed and took the container from his hands. “of course i know how to bake, who do you think made your birthday cake last year?” he shrugged and you continued to read the instructions.

once the oven was preheated, you asked atsumu to help you scoop the dough into little balls and place them on the cookie sheet. of course the little jokester he is he decided to smudge some on your nose. you stood there frozen and your jaw on the floor. he licked his finger of the dough and sent you a sly smile. you retaliated, grabbing a finger full and smearing it on his cheek, sending the same sly smile he sent you. he simply just rubbed it off with his finger and licked it, you made a disgusted face and rolled your eyes. boys will be boys.

once in the oven, you softly hopped on the counter, having to wait 20 minutes for the cookies to be ready.

“tsumu what do you want for christmas?” you queried. his lips turned into a thin line and he put his finger on his chin, thinking about what he wanted. truth be told he didn’t really know what he wanted. maybe some new volleyball shoes, some more video games, maybe even a new cologne he’s been wanting to try.

“i want a million dollars” he grinned and you rolled your eyes.

“tsumu i’m being serious, what do you want?”

all he could do was frown, “why is it so important to ya?” you stopped, and looked the other way.

it was quite embarrassing to say that you wanted to get him a present because you care about him a lot (not because you have a massive crush on the boy), so what would any other teenage girl do in your situation? you beat around the bush.

“just wanna give you something since we’ve been friends for so long” he didn’t believe you, but he just nodded.

“well i don’t really care what i get, i just wanna spend time with ya is all.”

there it was again. that funny feeling you got when he said something that could have been interpreted into something romantic. you bit the inside of your cheek and looked anywhere besides him. you were sure your cheeks were red, and it wasn’t just from the heat of the oven. you just nodded and continued on waiting for the cookies to be ready.

maybe he felt some kind of way about you other than just a friend.

even though you didn’t get the kiss you hoped for, you did get some sort of confirmation of where you stand with the boy, and you’ll take it.

again, that wasn’t when you had fallen. perhaps it was the beginning of 10th grade when atsumu had gotten his first car. atsumu had gotten a camaro, while osamu had gotten a nissan silvia. both were quite nice you had to admit, they were both sleek and looked luxurious. ever since atsumu had gotten his car, he didn’t let anyone near it, not even his mom. he feared someone would ruin his precious baby and he did not want that to happen. no one other than himself had been in it and he intended to keep it that way, that was until 3 weeks on a random friday.

you had been in your room folding laundry and watching tv, you didn’t really have any plans for tonight, maybe facetime the twins and do a face mask. you felt your phone buzz on your bedsheets. you ignored it for a good 5 minutes until it vibrated again. you put down the pair of pants you were folding and reached for the device, wondering who was texting you. opening your phone, you had seen that atsumu had texted you.

tsumu:

are you busy???

tsumu:

i’ll be at your place in an hour n a half, get all dolled up.

your brows drew together in confusion. what the hell was he planning on doing? nonetheless you quickly finished your laundry and hopped in the shower. since very few words were spoken, you didn’t really know the occasion and how you should dress. should you wear a blouse and a skirt? some jeans and a sweater? a dress? you decided something cute and comfy was the way to go, so you opted for flare tights, a white turtle neck with a brown crew neck on top since it was a bit chilly outside. you were feeling very minimalistic, so simple mascara and lipgloss were going to suffice. again, since you didn’t know the occasion, you did a simple blow out on your hair. the finishing touches were gold jewelry your father had gotten you for christmas last year.

you still had time left since atsumu’s last text, so you spent the last 10 minutes wondering what the now blonde was scheming. he was probably just going to take you with him to a practice volleyball match, you can’t count on one hand how many times he’s told you to get ready just to take you to one of his practice matches. you didn’t complain though, hot guys playing sports and getting sweaty was definitely a sight to see.

you heard a rumble down the street and looked outside, low and behold it was your best friend in his squeaky clean car. you ran outside to his window with your mouth open.

“tsumu what are you doing? you’re gonna get your car dirty!” he chuckled and stepped out of the vehicle.

“relax it’ll be okay, it’s only like 5 bucks to wash it” he said as he ruffled your hair. you smacked his arm away and huffed, a pout adorning your face as you tried to calm your hair down from his actions. when you finally looked up at him he felt the wind knock out of his lungs. you looked so damn pretty. your plump and pink lips pouting made him feel fuzzy inside, and the way you looked at him with your wide pretty eyes made him melt. you were the most gorgeous thing to walk the earth in his eyes.

he cleared his throat and put his arms on your shoulders, turning you the other way. “cmon, get in the car already” you paused right in front of the door.

“tsumu are you sure? i’m going to get it dirty” you said nibbling on your cheek. he let out a small laugh and nodded, opening the door for you.

“if i wasn’t sure then i wouldn’t have invited ya ya dunce” he said matter of factly as he flicked your forehead. he hadn’t told you your destination, but the ride to the location was filled with off key singing and laughter. you enjoyed moments like these, feeling each other's presence only fueled the fire in your belly that never seemed to dull. you felt as if he was the heartbeat in your body.

at one point you stopped at a red light and decided to look at him. that was a mistake.

the red glow of the light made him look ethereal. his jaw looked so sharp that it could cut the pillows he sleeps on, his face had a glow to it that made you feel like a volcano was erupting in your stomach. his eyes, shimmering like sparkling gems that had caught light at just the right angle, wide and beautiful. his face was tilted, one arm on the steering wheel and the other on the gear shift. his arms looked big and beefy gripping on to the wheel, the dark flannel he wore over his gray hoodie really accentuated his biceps. he looked so good, too good. he could feel your stare and turned to look at you as well. looking in your eyes, he gave you that boyish grin that never seemed to fail to give you butterflies. you sent a small one back and turned forward as the light turned green.

atsumu had taken you out to watch a movie and eat at a cute diner that had some amazing burgers. you guys may or may not have gotten kicked out for throwing fry’s at each other, but a good time is a good time right? the drive home was silent, but comfortable, both of you just soaking up each others presence. when you got to your house, you turned to thank atsumu for the night, but he had already gotten out of the car. your face contorted into one of confusion, but a few seconds later your door had opened and his hand stuck out, waiting for yours. you looked up and smiled, gently taking his hand in yours. when you had reached your front door you both faced each other and stared for a good 30 seconds.

“i had fun tonight” you finally managed to get out. he nodded and replied, “me too” then it was quiet again. a breeze picked up and moved pieces of hair in your face. swiftly, atsumu tucked them behind your ear. your cheeks warmed and you batted your eyelashes.

“i’ll see ya at school monday” you nodded and smiled. as he began to walk off your mouth spoke before your brain could process it.

“tsumu?”

he paused and turned, “yeah?”

a sudden flood of courage coursed through your veins. you softly grabbed his hand, your other one gently turned his jaw as you slowly brought your lips up to place a sweet kiss on his cheek. you could feel his cheek warm under your touch, but you didn’t mind, you thought it was cute.

“have a goodnight” you said as you looked in his eyes. he was stunned. the girl of his dreams just kissed him.

“you too” he said breathlessly, walking back to his car with wide eyes. he waited for you to get inside and wave goodbye to him before he fist bumped the air. your lipgloss had left a mark on his cheek and he took as many pictures with it as he could.

when you had walked inside your dad was on the couch watching tv. “hey sweetie, how was your day?” you hid your smile as best as you could and replied with a quick ‘it was good’ as you rushed up stairs. you quickly threw yourself on the bed and grabbed your pillow to muffle your screams of joy and giggles. you felt on top of the world. your stomach could not stop churning and your cheeks burned. you felt so giddy and couldn’t believe that happened. another small step in your book.

but it was definitely the day before spring break of sophomore year that you had fallen.

which was 2 weeks ago to be exact.

you were already having a bad day. your cat that you had gotten when you were 6 passed away, your little brother had thought it would be funny to put water in your piano which damaged the interior detrimentally and you had woken up late which caused you to have bed head. despite all that you tried to be positive, considering you had something good going on in your life.

you had gotten quite a huge crush on a basketball player from your school, and for what it seemed he had shown some interest in you back. you felt excited, you thought that maybe all the romantic things you had dreamed of would come true, maybe this was your soulmate. of course you thought about atsumu as well, but it seemed like all you and atsumu would ever be is just friends. you felt that you should move on, you deserve to find someone that can love you.

that was until the guy straight up said “how could anyone ever want to be with you? you’re annoying and clingy, you can’t even make decisions for yourself. try not to be so insufferable and then maybe we could be a thing.” you froze. you could feel your heart shatter and your face warm. all you had asked was if it was okay to sit by him. angrily you threw your lunch tray at him and rushed out of the cafeteria. hot tears rolled down your face as you walked out the building. what kind of a jerk publicly humiliates a girl all because she asked if she could sit by them. you ran to the metro and prayed that you would get home quickly. you felt like you were suffocating and needed to get home. once home, you hastily threw open the door, running up the stairs and slamming your door closed. your dad had heard you and wondered what all the ruckus was.

knocking, he asked “sweetie what’s up? why are you home early?” you screamed at him to go away and he obliged, too scared and knowing better that it was best to let you be and simmer down.

atsumu had heard about the whole thing during practice. he had already felt bad because he wasn’t at lunch today; he had gotten detention from his coach for being late to practice 3 times that week. he overheard omimi talking about how a point guard went off on a girl and she threw her tray at him. atsumu instantly perked up and butted in the conversation.

“what point guard?” he questioned with an eyebrow raised.

“think it was the one your girlfriend was talking to” suna said with a smug grin. atsumu’s face dropped, completely ignoring suna’s comment as he ran out the gym.

“where is he going?” kita questioned annoyed, the boys just shrugged.

he raced to your house, surprised he didn’t get pulled over but grateful nonetheless. if it really was you that that jerk had yelled at, then he had one thing coming. atsumu’s hand tightly gripped the wheel, angry at the fact that some douchebag had the audacity to raise his voice at you. he was already jealous of stealing your attention, taking his precious time with you away. but you looked so happy and he really didn’t want to ruin that for you. he realized that maybe that guy could give you something that he couldn’t.

but obviously that was totally wrong, and he realized that now as he pulled into your house. he had tried calling you, but to no avail you didn’t answer. he knocked on your door quite loudly, and you father had answered.

“is she here?”

your father shook his head, “no she took off somewhere awhile ago.”

atsumu nodded and thanked him, going back into his car. he stopped and thought for a while. where could you possibly be? you could literally be anywhere on the earth right now.

a thought popped into his head. he remembered that one time when you got into an argument with your dad you ran off like you did now. you had ended up at an ice cream shop by the beach. it was a long shot, but it was the only possible lead he had as to where you are right now. he quickly drove across town, searching for you somewhere in the yellow sand. he saw a couple of people, a boy and his dog, a small family and an elderly couple. just as he was about to leave, he saw a small figure at the end of the beach. it had to have been you. he parked his car and slowly walked towards you. you were sitting up with your arms wrapped around your knees, your chin resting on your forearms. he heard you sniffle and his heart ached for you. quietly, he sat next to you and patted your head.

“hey” you turn your head, red eyes rimmed and puffy. your cheeks were rosey and your hair was disheveled, but atsumu still thought you looked as beautiful as ever. you mumbled out a small hey and turned forward again. the sounds of the waves crashing had calmed you, you longed to jump in the water and never be heard from again.

but you were glad he was here.

it was nice having him right next to you, the loneliness was bearable with him by your side. having him next to you made you feel significantly smaller, in more ways than physical. atsumu held himself high and could easily pick himself back up. but you? you were just an insecure girl looking for someone to be her lifeline. maybe that guy was right. how could anyone ever love you if you can’t even love yourself. you craved validation but for what? for who? why couldn’t you just learn to be alone, what was so bad about it.

“what’s going on in that big head of yours?” you heard from beside you. you paused, you needed something from him to help you see yourself.

“do you think i’m annoying?” you asked softly and atsumu chuckled.

“you talk a lot sometimes, i could say it’s annoying, yeah” the way your eyes welled up with tears made atsumu punch himself internally, now was obviously not the right time for jokes.

“i’m kidding, i don’t think yer annoying. i think yer quite the opposite in fact. quite lovely in my opinion” you nodded but his words didn’t quite get through to you. he could obviously be lying, he is your best friend and all, he could be sparing your feelings.

“‘m serious. i love being around you. you’re such a great person to be around, you’re funny and nice, you listen, you care. you were too good for that jerk in my opinion, you deserve someone way better than that di-“

“tsumu” he smiled sheepishly, “sorry.”

you stared at him, the orange hue from the sun setting made him look stunning. he looked so handsome and you wanted to feel his lips on yours so bad.

“do you mean that?” you asked breathlessly. his eyes met yours and he nodded, something flickered in his eyes that you couldn’t quite recognize. he wrapped his arm around you, leaning your head on his shoulder. just sitting there watching the sunset, you felt at peace. he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, laying his head on top of yours. maybe you were wrong.

maybe atsumu was your soulmate.

that was what you had thought, until out of the blue little miss sunshine and rainbows popped up in the picture.

aiko nakamura.

she was a pretty girl, slim and tall with long legs. she was on the girls track team, and some would say she was one of the cliche it girls. you didn’t really know her, you went to school with her in elementary but you never really had been friends. from what you’ve heard she was nice and funny.

also atsumu’s type apparently.

you were happy for him really, you were just a little upset at the fact that he hadn’t told you anything about her at all. i mean really, what could you do? there was no way you were going to declare your unproclaimed love for him. so of course, being the best best friend you could ever possibly be, you suck it up. you wipe your tears and go on, acting like it doesn’t affect you even if you spend your nights wondering why.

after they had gotten together, your time with atsumu had been cut short significantly. your once friday tradition of hanging out had been given away to some girl atsumu had only been with for 2 weeks. obviously it hurt seeing the guy you’re in love with loving up on someone that wasn’t you, but again, there was not much you could do. watching from afar seemed best, and the once arms length of distance had become one oceans away. he felt just out of your reach and maybe this time it was entirely too late.

after a while, you stopped reaching out to atsumu. you stopped going over, you stopped eating lunch with him, you stopped calling, you stopped texting, you stopped talking. you ached to tell someone about your days because your person was just a ghost of a memory now. you still talked to osamu of course, even hanging with him every now and then. but it just wasn’t the same as your best friend.

one day when you and osamu were chilling in his room, atsumu and his girlfriend were arguing. you could hear the screams and shouts, bickering back and forth. you and osamu just looked at each other, knowing it was best to just mind your business. a few minutes later and you heard stomping down the stairs and a door slam. it was quiet for a little, then atsumu barged into the room.

he moved sluggishly and threw himself onto osamu’s bed.

“‘m guessin you guys fought?” osamu chucked.

atsumu let out a big sigh and had the biggest frown on his face. “she’s mad because i never post her or whatever.”

you decided to stay quiet, continuing to do whatever it was on your phone.

atsumu had noticed your lack of communication recently, and he was upset about it. he wondered if he made you mad or angry at him, or if he did anything wrong. he hated the radio silence and he also hated that you didn’t talk to him about it. he just wanted some type of closure. did you not want to be friends with him anymore? was he too insufferable for you now?

he threw a pillow at you.

“ow, tsumu what the heck!” you glared and all he could do was laugh. atsumu could swear there was steam coming out your ears.

“was just trynna get yer nose out that phone, sorry”

you rolled your eyes, some half assed apology that was.

you guys just sat there a few minutes, it was peaceful and quiet.

“you should go to our game tomorrow” you paused and furrowed your eyebrows.

“i thought aiko was going?” atsumu just shook his head and smiled.

“she is but i want ya to be there too y'know since yer my best friend and all”

“i’ll think about it” another pillow was flung at your head.

going to bed that night you really did think about it. you’d love to go to atsumu’s games but you knew for a fact that aiko was going to be there, and you didn’t want to witness that awkward pda shared between them; you had already walked in on them making out a week before. but of course your heart always wins against your head, and it couldn’t help but thirst about wanting to see atsumu all sweaty and tired from his game.

you had gotten there 10 minutes early and the stands were already packed. their games had always been big, everyone wanted to see the talented players in action. it was both a blessing and a curse to say that you knew those boys. you decided you’d go look for a seat after you said hi to the twins first.

“atsumu y/n is here” kita motioned his hand toward your figure standing by osamu. osamu had spotted you when you first walked in and left aran in the middle of warmups.

from afar, your cheeks looked red, and you seemed nervous. atsumu had wondered if you were sick or if something happened to you. he quickly walked over to you.

just before he had reached you, osamu had pulled you into a hug. his eyebrows drew together. since when were you and osamu that close. he decided to keep his question in the back of his head, deciding he’ll ask about it some other time. you were about to leave, but the blonde had called out for you.

“hey y/n, where ya goin?” eyebrows raised, atsumu waited for your answer.

“i was just going back up to the stands, good luck guys!” osamu patted your head and you left.

there was something brewing in atsumu’s chest, something funny. he looked at his twin with eyebrows furrowed. it was a little odd for you to just randomly hug osamu, so what the hell just happened between you two?

osamu smirked. he could see the glint of jealousy in his brother's eyes. “what?” shrugging his shoulders, he walked off.

you had found a good spot just before the game started. you could see both sides of the court and you could easily see the players. the whistle blew and the game began.

all of the players were amazing, and the rally’s that kept going on were phenomenal. it was a battle that was never ending and it kept you and your toes.

the lights and cheers going on around you really fueled the intensity of the game. it felt like you were watching an olympic game.

you were so caught up with the game that you didn’t hear someone call out your name.

“y/n! what are you doing here?” you turned and aiko stood before you. she looked all pretty and she had atsumu’s jersey on. the one that he never let you wear because it was ‘too precious and i don’t want you to get it dirty’. you felt a pang of hurt in your chest but you smiled.

“oh, hey. the boys invited me to their game and i thought i’d come and support” she nodded and smiled.

“i didn’t think i’d see you here, atsumu always tells me how you never go see him because you’re too scared to get hit by a ball” she laughed as if it was the funniest thing in the world.

you actually didn’t go because you had piano practice, but you didn’t want to burst her bubble.

“oh that’s so funny, he’s always making up some kind of joke” you forced a laugh and turned your attention back to the game.

“yeah he’s always saying something about you” she giggles.

“he also told me about that whole reiji thing”

you stopped.

reiji was the basketball player that you had gotten the big fat massive crush on. he was also the one that yelled at you in the cafeteria.

there’s no way he told her about something like that. something that you had been so raw and vulnerable about. you cried to atsumu about how you really liked him and how he made you feel good about yourself. about how you wish he didn’t say those things because now you feel even more unlovable than you did before.

“he told you… about that?” she nodded and looked towards the court, acting as if what she was saying didn’t affect you.

“yeah what a douche, he definitely could’ve said that over text or something. not that i think it’s true or anything but still!” you nodded and tried to let her words fly over your head.

“but i mean really, how naive were you to think that he would actually want to be with you?”

you could feel your heartbeat in all of your limbs and hear the sound of your blood rushing to your face.

“boys like that only want one thing, and unfortunately for you you don’t have it. maybe if you made yourself look pretty you’d have a boyfriend!” she smiled at you.

you stood there, dumbfounded, shocked about how you should respond. was she trying to help you or bring you down? because it definitely seems like the latter. and it was definitely working. you were embarrassed and wanted to run out of the gym but you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself.

the buzzer went off and the crowd dispersed.

“oh! that’s game, i’ll see you around!” she smirked and waved, walking towards the players.

you were still shocked from the whole ordeal. you could see her run up to atsumu and kiss his forehead. atsumu leaned in for a hug but she backed away, clearly not wanting to get sweat on her outfit.

you also walked down to talk to the boys, but you didn’t want to interrupt the couple so you told osamu good job, giving him a hug. you and atsumu had made eye contact and it was clear he wanted to talk to you, but before he could get to you you panicked and quickly walked out of the gym. you did not want to speak to him especially since he had told his girlfriend about your heartbreak.

he thought it was odd, you always told him bye so why did you run off?

“hey uh, i’ll be right back” aiko gripped his hand and atsumu was taken aback.

“where are you going?” atsumu looked down at his hand, stared at it and retracted his arm.

“just gonna do sumthin real quick” she nodded, but she obviously knew where he was going.

in a light jog, atsumu went to search for you. surely you couldn’t have gone too far, you hadn’t left that long ago.

he spotted your figure just about to exit the building.

“y/n!” you paused and turned, seeing the person you were trying to avoid the most. you could feel yourself shiver.

“where ya goin?” he questioned.

“i’m going home tsumu” he was confused and you could see that in his facial expressions.

“weren’t you gonna tell me bye?” you looked in his eyes and you could feel your anger and embarrassment melt away.

“i didn’t want to interrupt you and aiko. she seems nice by the way. hope you guys are happy” you said, forcing a smile. you walked off but atsumu could clearly see that something was up with you. he didn’t want to push so he settled for a small smile and a wave.

“call me tonight kay?” you nodded, not looking behind you.

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razorblade180 · 7 months

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Whispers in droplets

More of this <- I guess?

It was another calm night in the nation of Hydro. Warm street lights cut through the darkness on every corner while the bustling sound of rushing water had become a source to soothe wary souls to a good nights rest. Furina wished she was one of those people.

All by her lonesome, she stepped rhythmically on every painted brick on the way to the Opera House, her gaze fixated on the ground. Though she lived for the performances, a piece of her also found it calming to be in the grand, empty hall with its lustrous curtains closed; no performances to a n audience had its own since of beauty in her eyes that were currently a little puffy and pink. By now, even the energetic Charlotte had to going to bed, which was good. Furina couldn’t bear the thought of an unwanted picture of citizen capturing her in such a pathetic state of-

“Focalor?”

A voice called out, causing her to jolt upright out of her trance. What was a the muffled sound of water became crystal clear as the young adventurer who sat up against the fountain. Furina’s heart nearly stopped. Of all fountains, it had to The Fountain of Lucine that Aether sat against. She quickly recovered from her internal fear but failed to be as in character as she would’ve liked.

Furina:W-Well well… aren’t we a night owl? To think I’d see you here even later than usual. Plotting a scheme no doubt.

Aether:I thought you learned your lesson about baseless accusations.

Furina:Excuse me!? If you’re referring to Mr. Lyney’s prosecution, we both know it was far from baseless. Even if I hadn’t uttered a word he’d still be questioned, given the fact a crime happened that was during the show! My bold declaration merely expedited the process towards the inevitable truth. Though I’ll admit….the twists and turns along the way were indeed…unexpected.

Aether:I’d say you’re putting that mildly, but I don’t anyone, not even a god, would’ve predicted that nonsense accurately. The crime spanned decades after all.

Furina:Well…I agree, I suppose. *deflates* Though a couple decades in comparison to centuries of life makes my assumption laughable at best. Anyways, why are you here of all places? You of all people must know it wouldn’t do you any good to be around the water system so casually given recent events. Neither Neuvillette nor I would expect you of foul play or tampering, but you’re still a foreigner with trust to earn.

Aether:Can’t argue with that. Unfortunately for me, I’ve been accused of crimes while having even less suspicious behavior. *stretches arms* I couldn’t really sleep, so now I’m here.

Furina:Most decide to take a proper walk or eat something to soothe the body and mind.

Aether:Well I’m not exactly most people. Turns out I’m pretty sensitive to the hydro element. When l can’t sleep , I come here to listen to the water and the secrets they share~

No amount of practiced theatrics could remove the shock in Furina’s eyes. Aether could see her fists tense slowly and despite her attempts to stand tall, she looked a little less composed.

Furina:Secrets you say? What kind of secrets exactly?

Aether:..*smiles* Can’t say. If they wanted to be known, they would. It’s like you said, I have trust to build, so the secrets stay with me.

Furina:…*grins* Ha! Very well then. I suppose I can’t drag them out of you.

Aether:You sure perked up quickly. Though I guess it’s a good thing. It looks genuine.

Furina:Genuine, you say? Heh…

She approached Aether and sat down beside him, going as far as to remove her hat as she gently leaned against his arm. She didn’t care if he could see the redness under her eyes, wrinkles on her clothes, or the frizzled strands of hair that weren’t befitting of a god.

Furina:Pardon my proximity, but I’m rather tired tonight. Or…I suppose I should say I’m tired most nights.

Aether:That’s fine. I’m tired too. I thought you had some place to be, or at least that’s what it looked like?

Furina:I did, however…*closes eyes* I enjoy company; even if it’s yours.

Aether:You were so close to being sweet.

Furina:Gotta keep you on your toes. Seriously, I do enjoy this little moment. Though I hope you do understand you can’t go blabbering about this to anyone.

Aether:Heh, what’s one more secret between us?

#genshin impact #gi furina #gi aether

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whats-it-mean · 6 months

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Feeling down? Ryusei blue will save you ☆

Kanata Shinkai x Reader anxiety comfort !

A/N - I had an anxiety attack in spanish today and am very very tired from such so… self indulgent kanata. ALSO ITS MY FIRST TIME WRITING KANATA SO MIGHT BE OOC?? idk at this point i like the way this came out so ill continue to write him like this

TW - Anxiety attacks

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Short, shaky and shallow breaths left your mouth as you tightened your grasp on your sleeves in a desperate attempt to somewhat control your quivering. You tried to focus on the sheet of homework in front of you, but even thinking about schoolwork felt overwhelming. Everything was overwhelming.

You lifted your hands to reach for your pencil, slowly and uncertainly twirling it between your fingers in hopes of finding some calm, but the racing thoughts wouldn’t quiet.

It was too much.

Something in you gave up on trying to calm down. you could feel hot little tears prickling at the corners of your face, which only made your heart rate spike at the thought of somebody seeing you cry in class.

That was so lame. You hated when people thought lowly of you.

It was scary.

You sucked in a breath, only becoming more shaky after noticing the choked noise your dry throat made when you opened your mouth to breathe. Oh god. What if somebody heard it? What if the teacher got mad? What if—? Oh god, oh god, oh god—

“Professor~?”

You glanced upwards, eyes wet as you did so. You watched as the professor paused his scribbling on the board. “Hm? What is it, Shinkai?”

You blinked, taking another shaky breath as you bounced your leg with haste. for some reason feeling the need to listen as intently as possible, which temporarily stopped your mind from trailing elsewhere.

“Ah-… I don’t feel too well… Can I have a friend walk me to the main office~?” You felt yourself let out a slight, wobbly smile- Something about Kanata’s voice was incredibly calming to your static nerves.

The professor shrugged, turning back to continue writing notes down on the board and mumbling something of a ‘whatever, sure’ as he did so.

You let out a relieved sigh, although you were unsure as to why you cared. After a moment of peace, your mind caught back up to you, and you felt the quiver in your body start up again as you scratched your sleeve, trying for no particular reason to dig your nails into it.

You bowed your head back between your knees, breaths speeding up again until you felt a hand on your shoulder, making you jolt.

“C’mon~”

Kanata was smiling at you, putting the exact amount of pressure on your shoulder where it felt comforting. He extended his other hand to you, silently inviting you out of class, which was about the only thing you wanted in that moment.

With a moment’s hesitation, which Kanata seemed infinitely patient with, you shakily took his hand and let him take you out into the hall, keeping one hand on your shoulder the whole time. He didn’t seem to mind the fact that you were shaking to the point where someone who didn’t know better might think you were vibrating, and seemed to have no judgement in his eyes whenever you sniffled a bit.

The moment the door of the classroom closed behind you, he carefully removed his uniform blazer and placed it on your shoulders.

“Do you want to go to the fountain to calm down~?”

His voice alone made you feel a bit better, and the idea of getting fresh air sounded very calming. You nodded shakily, letting out a quiet ‘Thank you’ before he smiled at you and waved his hand dismissively and took your hand again, walking you outside to where the school fountain stood. The walk there was silent, except for the occasional humming from Kanata, and he had an air around him that made it easier to destress.

After a moment, you found yourself in front of the fountain, where Kanata wasted no time in sitting down in the water, humming his little ‘puka puka’ before smiling at you.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked, patting the ledge of the fountain for you to sit down at.

“Y- Yeah-…” You couldn’t bring yourself to say much, but it was true- your heart rate was slowly but surely slowing back to its usual pace, and you weren’t shaking quite as violently. Kanata smiled again, which set your mind at peace before he floated over near the ledge where you now sat.

“You don’t have to tell me what got you so anxious, but please feel free to if you so desire~” He hummed, reaching one hand to place over yours. It was wet, but you didn’t particularly mind as it was warm enough outside not to be uncomfortable. “It’s okay to feel afraid sometimes,” He continued, absentmindedly tracing shaped on your hand with his index finger as he spoke. “Just keep that in mind. No matter what happens, me and the rest of us in Ryuseitai will support you~”

Coming from Kanata, that was enough to properly calm you. You were still shaken up, but as he proceeded to drop his entire body under the water for a second so he could blow bubbles at you from underneath, you couldn’t help but crack a smile, and a moment later you were laughing.

Maybe you’d be alright for today.

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waywardrose-archive · 2 years

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THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY | 1

stranger things | eddie munson x reader | rated e | 2.1k

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fem/witchy/goth!reader, magic, slow burn (for me), friends to lovers, series-typical horror, period-typical sexism and homophobia, historical inaccuracies and anachronisms, drug dealing and use, smoking, tags will be updated as needed

Eddie would have to wait until his lunch break to see this new, hot, weird chick. He wondered which flavor of weird she was. Art weird? Theater weird? Band weird?

Weird weird?

He shrugged. He liked weird.

In other words, you're the new girl in town, and Eddie is intrigued.

note: This fic will be S4 compliant up to a point — and we all know which point that is.

“Did you see that new chick in Homeroom?” one meathead said to another.

Eddie hung back behind the tiled partition in the locker-room to listen. He hated the public bathrooms. One too many cornerings for his taste. But the gym locker-room was usually deserted between classes.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t the only one who’d figured that out.

“Saw her in the hallway,” the second one said. “Kinda weird. Hot, though.”

The first meathead hummed in agreement, then said, “Total lezbo.”

Eddie knew what that meant: She’d ignored the meathead.

“How do you know?” asked the second, a tease in his tone. “You say something?”

“Nah, man, you can just tell.”

Yeah, Eddie bet that one had a lot of experience getting rejected by smart, weird girls. Him, on the other hand? Well, he had experience getting rejected by all the girls in Hawkins. He didn’t think they were lesbians, though. They were just afraid of his reputation. Or maybe intimidated by his presence, his wit, his fashion sense, and stunning good looks.

Yes, he joked with himself, he was the total package.

In a run-down trailer he shared with his uncle to go along with it.

Eddie would have to wait until his lunch break to see this new, hot, weird chick. Apparently, she shared a homeroom with that meathead, so she was a senior. He wondered which flavor of weird she was. Art weird? Theater weird? Band weird?

Weird weird?

He shrugged. He liked weird.

Later that day, he monitored the cafeteria, never finding a new, hot, weird chick. Maybe she had a different lunch break. Though, he figured he would’ve seen her by now. There were only so many seniors at Hawkins High.

Gareth and Jeff were discussing — arguing — with Henderson about... something. Eddie lost track of the conversation a few irrelevant facts ago. His baggie of generic Cheez-Its was long empty, along with the plastic cup he’d filled at the water fountain.

Tired of sitting, Eddie stood and left the table. There were fifteen more minutes until class. Maybe someone would buy the last of his weed; then he could go through the lunch-line for a sublime-smelling slice of pizza.

He marched to the tables in the shaded courtyard. People noticed him, and his black lunchbox, but looked away.

No takers.

There were always people hanging around behind the building. Usually smoking.

He went through the open double-doors beside the gym, the sun blinding him.

On his left, a male voice said, “Hey, Munson!”

Eddie squinted and turned to the voice. His eyes adjusted, and he grinned when he recognized the speaker.

Bingo.

He said, “Lowe, what’s up?”

“You got anything good in that lunchbox, dude?” asked Lowe.

“Don’t I always?”

Lowe chuckled. “Hell yeah.”

Seven minutes later, Eddie was twenty-five dollars richer and had an invitation to a weekend party. He smiled to himself as he joined the lunch-line. Parties meant drugs, drugs meant money, money meant adding to the Get (the fuck) Out of Hawkins Fund. He reminded himself to call his Indy connection for a meet-up, checking his pockets for change for the payphone.

Brenda, the nicer of the lunch-ladies, brought out a fresh pan of pizza from the oven. The scent was from the gods, heavenly, angels sang. His stomach rumbled in agreement. Brenda was his favorite person in the whole world.

Who cared about the new chick when one had a perfect, steamy rectangle of pepperoni pizza?

He was so giddy when Brenda gave him the lunch-tray, he snatched a chocolate milk from the refrigerated bin.

What the hell, he thought. Live a little.

You sat on the table part of the picnic table in the woods behind your new school. A Djarum Black burned between your lips, the paper sweet and smoke spicy. It was peaceful out here. Peaceful enough, you didn’t want to return to class.

Mom said it was only a year. Not even a year, she corrected herself right after. From September to June: nine months. She gave you a pointed look at that. Her previous arguments repeated in your mind: She carried you for nine months, and it had destroyed her body. They gave you everything they’d never had. You had a car of your own, a generous allowance, the big third-floor bedroom, and she kept your father off your back about your style.

She continued by assuring you after graduation, you could go to college wherever you wanted. You wanted to return to New York. However, your friends would have moved on by then.

Hell, you’d been in Hawkins nearly a month and none of them had written or called.

Fucking shallow lushes.

They’d thrown you a farewell party, sure, but that had just been an excuse to dress up and sneak into the Cat Club. It had been like most Saturday nights with them, anyway. The only thing different was they bought your drinks.

Maybe New York wasn’t your place anymore...

You glanced around the small clearing. Leaves were hinting at yellow. The air hadn’t lost summer’s heat entirely, but it would soon. Then it would be beautiful. With a sigh and ashing of the Djarum, you finished the thought:

Hawkins wasn’t your place, either, because it was fucked up.

A feeling like static crept up your bones if you opened yourself to it. New York was a buzz of activity akin to a beehive. Not that there weren’t ghosts and shit, but Hawkins was on a totally different level of freaky. You couldn’t explain it.

This was Indiana, for fuck’s sake.

You checked the watch you’d thrown in your purse that morning. There were only five minutes left of lunch. You finished the Djarum, stubbed it out, and flicked it away. It bounced off a tree trunk.

As you shouldered your purse, your attention caught on a name carved in the table:

EDDIE MVNSON

The carving was worn with time, but recently darkened — including its heavy-metal flourishes — with the oil-slick ink of a ball-point pen. Other people had carved their names or initials as well, but Eddie Munson’s was conspicuous.

You ran your fingers over it. What a stupid-boy thing to do. Eddie was probably like that revolting jock in Homeroom, who watched you like a dog does a steak. Images flashed unbidden across your vision: blood on broken concrete, poisonous lightning flaring across a crimson sky, the land cracking open with a growl.

You stumbled off the table, blinking away the waking nightmare, and trudged back to school. Though you now wanted to skip the rest of the day, you couldn’t. Mom would hear about it. Then your father would. And it would become a whole thing.

Your hands shook as you grabbed your books for the afternoon from your locker and checked your schedule. First was American Government with O’Donnell, then Study Hall in the library, and finally Home Ec.

You could handle that. It had nothing to do with what you’d seen in the woods.

O’Donnell’s classroom was like all the other ones you’d been in thus far. Taking a calming breath, you chose a middle seat in one of the left-side rows. A girl in a horrid pastel dress came in after you and huffed about your choice of location. You stared at her bubblegum-bitch face, because it was the first day of school. No one had assigned seats yet. She turned her nose up at you as she passed, sat behind you, and kicked the book rack under your chair.

Her friend sat beside her in the next row. They mumbled between themselves — no doubt about you — but if she didn’t have the guts to confront you, you didn’t have the fucks to give about her. On your other side, a long-haired boy slid into the free desk. You met his gaze, abruptly transfixed. His eyes were a soulful, Bambi brown, sweet like dark chocolate. His full lips slowly spread into a smile, and you found yourself mirroring him.

Holy shit, he was pretty.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hey.”

Before either of you could say more, O’Donnell strode in, her low heels click-clacking on the linoleum.

You perked up during roll call when she said:

“Munson, Edward.”

The pretty boy beside you raised his hand.

“Here.” Then under his breath said, “I am, rock you like a hurricane.”

You smiled, delighted by his use of the Scorpions’ song.

After that, you tried not to make it obvious you studied him out of the corner of your eye.

So this was Eddie Munson of the heavy-metal flourishes. He didn’t appear linked with your nightmare. On the contrary, he wore a faded Metallica t-shirt and shredded jeans. Chunky rings decorated his downright elegant fingers, and a cheap watch encircled his wrist. Under all that, he was long and lean with unblemished, tattooed skin. The bat tattoo on his forearm looked to be scratch work. He probably had more, too...

You gnawed at your bottom lip, because you shouldn’t think of that now—

Your father would be horrified if you brought home someone like Eddie Munson, though.

You tucked your chin to hide the smirk.

How delightful.

Midway through class, Eddie’s pen ran out of ink. He tapped it against the doodle-filled page of his notebook to no avail. You unzipped your pencil pouch and handed him a new pen. He gave you a double-take. You lifted a shoulder since it wasn’t a big deal. He offered a nod and private grin, which you returned.

Now that you’d met the real Eddie Munson, you realized he wasn’t like that jock at all.

After a dinnertime interrogation about your new school, you sat on the built-in bench under the window in your room. You should’ve been unpacking the last of your moving boxes, but you couldn’t shake the thought of Eddie.

You closed your eyes and breathed deep.

Why were you so preoccupied with Eddie Munson? He was just a guy—

A cute guy who liked Metallica and wore big silver rings. That should be in the beginner’s recipe for Douchebag a la Asshole. However, that hadn’t been in his smile or pretty eyes. He looked at you as if he’d been searching for you for days.

A piercing static stung behind your eyes each time you tried to hone in on Eddie. You couldn’t get past it to do that.

It was probably a mental block. That nightmare had thrown you, and you were focusing on Eddie to distance yourself from what you’d seen. Maybe if you examined it closer, you could get over it. While grappling with your abilities early on, you’d learned running away only made something chase you harder.

You had to face the beast and see it for what it was: a paper tiger.

You trekked to the kitchen for a tumbler of water. Your father had returned to his home-office, and your mother was busy plucking her eyebrows while on the phone with a New York friend. They’d be occupied for hours.

In your room again, you pulled the big box of salt from the back of your closet and cast a circle on the wood floor. The circle felt steady and strong. You held up the tumbler to view the truth behind your nightmare. It had probably been nerves, you reasoned, because there was no way Hawkins fucking Indiana was that terrifying.

You centered yourself once more and peered through the side of the tumbler. The glass distorted your bedroom, turning everything upside down, helping you to see.

The light fractured, then clouded.

It flashed like a strobe through fog.

Like lightning.

You held the glass securely. You had to see, but nothing made sense. Once you got your bearings, it shifted again. The floor swayed under your feet as if something was attempting to break your circle. The air blinked red, then blue, then gray. Your room was ravaged by time and neglect. Shattered windows looked like the gaping maw of some creature. Soot drifted like snow. There was no green, no life, no warmth.

It was your nightmare, but looking through the tumbler clarified nothing.

You lowered the glass, expecting the water to be sooty. It remained as clear as it had been from the tap. Your room was normal again: light golden and floor smooth under your feet.

You opened the circle and stepped out.

After setting the tumbler on your dresser, you went to the window to look out into the night. The street was idyllic. A few stray leaves danced in the gutters. The windows of the house across the street glowed, welcoming.

“Holy shit,” you murmured. “What the hell kinda place is Hawkins?”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #reader insert #em tagd #waywardrose writes

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writingamongther0ses · 10 months

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I decided to rewrite some stuff when I actually began outlining the Treasure Triplets, including the introduction of Etta- Connor's younger sister and the triplets' great aunt, made forever young by Connor spiking her drinks with water from the Fountain of Youth. She lives in a Fae-cursed castle out of spite.

It was a dark and spooky night.

In the distance, the dark sea splashed against a rocky shore. Mist and fog curled around the road, looking like fingers beckoning for an unlucky person to crash. The moon was out, but only a glimmer of her, as though she was hiding from the spookiness below.

The jeep traveling down the Irish country road was packed full of supplies. It also had the Archer triplets and Elliot White in the back, Kalani driving, and Abbot and Connor sitting next to him.

Connor huffed, glaring ahead as the headlights cut through the fog. “Remember children. No sudden movements, no eye contact. If you’re cornered, the harpy will slice you up to kingdom come.”

“Then why are we going?” Ella asked. "Why are we going to see a...harpy?" To be fair, her grandpa called nearly every woman who pissed him off a harpy.

“Oh, good lord.” Abbot groaned, drawing everyone’s attention. He was facepalming, looking very tired. Whether that was from the late night flight or from his dad's behavior, nobody was sure.“Ignore your grandfather. He’s a crazy old man who doesn’t understand the consequences of his actions a good portion of the time” The last part was said sharply, glaring at the said old man. Connor huffed, his brows furrowing deeper together.

Becca frowned. “But this is all weird. Misty moors in Ireland, dire warnings-”

Connor turned in his seat. “It’s because we’re visiting Aunt Etta. She's very nice.”

The children blinked. Terra was the one to say “WhoO- KALANI LOOK OUT!” The driver slammed on the brakes, sending the jeep skidding and everyone inside gripping their seatbelts until they finally stopped at a statue of a knight. When it finally came to a stop, everyone stared.

They were on the front lawn of a castle.

It was perfectly preserved, grey stone matching the night. Glass-pane windows were like eyes, glaring at the Jeep. Even from the distance the Jeep had stopped at, the gold dragon knockers were visible. Until there was a low creak and the doors started to swing open. Everyone stared at Connor when he let out a swear. “This was a bad idea. Kalani, go-”

Abbot reached over Connor and grabbed the keys. “No.You only see her every five years.”

Connor made a grab for the keys. “She's survived me missing a visit/”

Abbot held the keys up. "Unfortunately for you, I want her to meet the girls."

Connor made another grab for the keys. "She's met the girls."

"I mean not over a photo, you crazy loon-"

"How dare you-?!"

The hushed argument turned into more of a shoving match, the two men pushing back and forth over the keys. Neither seemed to notice the figure marching out to the Jeep. Like the kids piling out, Kalani opened the door and Abbot pushed too hard. Connor fell out with a yelp. He froze when he realized that he was staring at a pair of black boots.

“Connor.”

He let out a groan and looked up at the young woman glaring down at him.

“Etta.”

#writeblr #wip #Treasure Triplets #my writing

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jaewrotethis · 2 years

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2- Brick...

A shiver wakes me and triggers all my sense at once. The cold sound of wind in the branches, the ice air clinging inside my skin, smell of damp grass, and heavy wave after light wave of pain all at once. The sky is dark when I open my eyes, gasping and launching forward. My muscles feel sore and I fear I’ve been shivering for some time now. The city gives off a nasty orange brown glow in the distance. I sit up, feeling immediate pain about my entire skull. I grab my head with both hands sucking in air, trying not to whimper out loud. I touch the throbbing spot on the back of my head, withdrawing when I feel a small wet spot. A small pit on fear develops in my stomach, fearing I’m seriously injured. I look at my fingers trying to suppress shivers seeing the light color of blood.

My throat is dry and I’m wet. My hair, my clothes, my face, all wet. I sit in damp jeans holding my head waiting for the headache to go away .It doesn’t but it calms down. I stand up and look into the forest pushing strands of hair behind my ears. The woods in front of me are darker than pitch black. The city lights behind me are bright. I feel dread growing in my veins as realization sets in. I need to be home. Not just in case Mother notices but for my own safety. Slowly, and in pain, I pick up my board and walk away from the forest and into the field. My limbs feel heavy and I’m so thirsty. It feels like forever until I reach the big black gate and it’s closed when I do.

Excellent job checking the park for bodies, maintenance man. I criticize in my head.

I slide my board through the bars, then not so easily I climb over the tall thick gate increasing my own headache. When my feet land on the other side, I make my way through the neighborhoods too tired and hurting to skate. In fear of being out at night and in pain I don’t stop walking until I’m at the streets of the big city. I sit on a bench outside of shops on the sidewalk, feeling safer now that there’s people walking all about. I need a moment to rest, my head feels like it’s burning and sends aches all the way down my skeleton. Home is miles away but only a half hour by the tube. I sit a minute thinking of the nearest train.

What time is it? Why is it so cold? I want to go home. I complain to myself.

Getting up I continue walking in direction of the tube, board in hand, only to stop at a corner in front of traffic lights, thinking and checking my corners.

The tube is too far. I should ring Mother.

No. Speaks the second voice, the louder and more angry one.

I can’t walk through the city like this and even after riding the tube, home is blocks of walking.

We are not calling Mother.

My head beats with my heart in a throb each second or so. My soppy clothes are taking their sweet time drying and my shoes squishing, feeling like damp rags inside. I’m thirsty. It's so cold. My eyes drift to a small park across the street beside the shops. A small playground on a patch of grass. What caught my eye was the two water fountains beside the playground. I run across the street regretting it as it makes my head throb faster. I walk to the fountains as I approach them, and drink for what felt like ten minutes before coming up to breathe. After my third breath break I spot the swings swaying lonely in the traffic breeze. I walk over to the playground taking a seat on a lonely swing, and placing my board on the pole of the whole thing. The small park sits between buildings. It’s a little nook in the towers but the far left corner wasn’t closed. It gaped open creating a small alley and dividing the block. Even worse than being out at night, is being in an alley at night. I face the street, swinging softly and clutching my pounding head. Red dots fly around my vision. I concentrate hard on breathing.

Come on, Jane. You’re smarter than this. Just get home. Think. I scold myself.

I breathe in and out coming to terms with the fact that I’ll be walking to the train to get home. I look up at the city. My vision better and my head only aching instead of swirling. I stand up ready to take a step in the grass when a car, only a street down, back fires. An image of the moment my brother died flashes in front of me. The feeling in my nerves returns. The warning. My knees buckled and I fell back into the swing as my brother kneels in front of me. The park disappears and the riot returns. The gun aimed as my brother gets to feet to strike but it’s too late. The gun goes off and his head implodes. I scream, tears breaking out hot down my cheeks. I go to run to him shouting his name but in reality I’m not moving. I can’t scream. I clutch the chains of swing hard, gripping them in fear of falling again. I relive the death of my brother and the time in Bromley. It’s a blurry, underlying mess, but I feel the pain of the needle breaking skin, the cold liquid flushing my arm. I see them watching through the glass. The shadows that weren’t really there attack, the cold faces of the dead scream. Memories that I’ve made a habit to never think of play out vividly, too close to forget, yet still blurry. There was no stopping it this time. The depression tornado that tore my head apart and left my heart in pain. My mind went away from me yet again as it did a long time ago.

I suppose though I’m lucky it’s the calm emotional attack. No hyperventilating. No shaking. No blacking out from the freezing cold air that came with it. I just sit here. Lost in my head. Unaware of the rest of the world, and grateful Mother isn’t present to witness. I’m conscious but I’m not here. I can’t move, but I also don’t try. My eyes drift to the girls in the asylum, holding down the crying, screaming new girl to burn a word into her arm. I turn away to see the street has come back. The girls now in the grass of the park. Black swirls close around my eyes trying to delete the terrible scene from this reality. Their yells and profanity muffling away into the sound of honking and sirens.

Is it ending? I think as the horrid memory sinks further into black.

Finally. The second voice exhales.

I don’t know how long I sat there seeing things but when I came back the traffic in the street has increased. I also am not alone anymore. The last of the visions blend into three people walking to me, the threatening voices morphing into these strangers speaking to me. I jump back from the startle, but into reality.

“Hi there, little miss,” one starts.

They all continue speaking at me but I’m already up and running away from them.

This! This is why we don’t stay out passed dark. The second voice shouts in my ear making me duck away from nothing. You’re pity party depression attack is gonna get us killed.

Why is it mine and not ours? I question the little voice, only to hear nothing back.

The boys start yelling at me and follow me blocking the path to the street with there arms out. They’re laughing to each other and speaking drunkenly.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, where you going?”

“Chill out, mate, we just wanna chat,”

“Oi, oi, relax, love.”

“I bet she’s got a wet young one, this one.”

“Don’t let her get far, mate!”

I back up as they herd me toward the playground, trying to circle me. I pull my pocket knife from my pants. I don’t switch out the blade but hold onto it tightly. They block my way to the street completely and my heart beats faster the more I see the street pull away from me.

The alley. The angry voice speaks.

I don’t think so. I argue.

They come closer. My breath cuts short with fear of not having a way out. One man suddenly jumps forward, reaching out to grab me and shouting at me at the same time. I jump back from him slipping from his grip before he could get a good enough one.

Go!

“Fuck it.” I whisper out while spinning and running full-on sprint away without looking back.

I hear them running after me and shouting things to each other. I run fast reaching the alley with my arms stretched out away from the panic thats going to catch me if I hear their footsteps too close to me. I clutch the alley wall as I reach it throwing myself into it. The alley is long. I take my second to look back and see only one of them is running after me. The others are far behind carelessly. The alley leads a long way down to a street with passing traffic at the end. Running down the alley, the floor is wet. The only light comes from the building windows up above. Broken pipes break up the bricks. Shattered glass and crumbling bricks scattered all the way down. Few tall dumpsters sit against the walls, trash litters where wall meets gritty, wet floor.

This is where people get murdered.

The traffic ahead gets closer and closer, my hopes getting higher. People on the opposite side of the street full of cars walk on by behind the noise. I run faster already feeling the safety of the crowded sidewalk. I would have made it to. I would have walked through the people, onto sidewalk, been seen, been safe. But the wet floor had decided to deceive me. My right root slides through a puddle. I slip backwards banging my head on the concrete. My feet flying up in the air from impact.

Are you serious! Running for your life and you slip and fall. Shrieks the second voice.

My head buzzes with shock. The headache pounds one, then two, then returns completely. I blink open my eyes to see black spots dancing in front of me. I shake my head trying to keep it up. I lift my back, sitting up. Putting my feet to the floor, my head falls side to side then up, then down. I still grip my knife. I turn to my side putting elbows on the ground and lifting myself but I can't lift quick enough. I see the man running full speed approaching me fast. Too fast.

He reaches me, panting. Still dizzy on the floor I begin to panic. His angry hands are snatching at my shoulders while I try crawling away. He grips my hoodie yanking me forward. His face red, eyebrows knotted, he lifts me up and turns around throwing me at the wall, away from the street that was my safety. I start screeching then. Shouting for help the instant his fingers snatched my sweater. He purposely throws me, bashing my head into the brick. I feel the shock before the pain and yell out. His thick fingers leave my sweater to clamp around my neck. Pain contaminates my throat. He presses hard and squeezes my esophagus. I can’t even choke before my entire air supply is cut off. I manage to let out a gag and scream of some sort as I struggle to get the blade button on my thumb. His hands are busy choking the life out of me, one of his knees rises to push down my kicking thighs.

I try to scream but only cracks of badly needed air escape my lips. I curse the stupid knife for not being in this mans skull already. Black spots begin to return around my vision and my eyes drop. He releases my throat and I inhale dramatically, coughing and choking on the back of my tongue. My slowed reflexes finally fumble on the switch blade button and it flips out. It flips out just as he grabs my sweater again and punches my jaw, knocking me to the floor. My jaw clicked and already I feel a bruise forming on my face.

My knife flew from my hand when my knees crashed into the pavement inviting pain into both caps and up my bones. My palms couldn’t even stable myself on the floor before he snatches me from behind. He begins pulling me away from the street. The panic triples in effect from seeing the street light pull away from me. I scream as loud as I can, though my voice is scratchy and breathless.

“Stop! Let go! Get off me!” I scream and scream as loud as possible but my strained vocal cords crack.

I struggle against him, my voice ripping in and out. My back to his chest. His right arm wrapped around me, his left at my neck. He squeezes my ribs hard, pushing breath from my chest and his other closes around my mouth. I throw my fists at him trying to get his face. He muffles my screams and tugs harder at me, pulling me further and further from the street. My kicking heels scrape the floor before I kick them up again. He drags me behind a dumpster and throws my figure against it. I yell out one last time, as I slam into the hard metal, before his palm is over my mouth again.

I claw at his hand with my nails but he pushes me into the metal, crushing me. I want to let my legs give out but his knee digs between them. My small air cut noises go unheard behind the thrashing and slamming on metal. He leans his mouth next to my ear, breathing out loud. He presses my chest to the dumpster while trying to get under my clothes. He manages to grip my fists away from his face and into my own chest to press me painfully hard up against the dumpster. I scream in pain and fear. His other hand slides roughly between my thighs and grabs me. I scream louder and shove way harder, fighting away from the dumpster. He growls in anger and hits me again. Backing up for a second to punch me in the face again. My hair flies in my face as I twist and fall on to the floor.

I breathe finally. His hands no longer pressing my lungs with my own forearms, I cough. My hands hit the wet floor, my knees wet from landing in puddles of the dented floor. I don’t get any time to look up when his foot rams into my side striking my ribs. He kicks me over and over. I cough and sputter beginning to cry. I fall to my stomach, elbows on the floor in the water. My whole front side now wet. I continue coughing, stretching out my aching ribs. He’s cursing at me now. I hold my head on the floor. He kneels next to me, grabbing anything he can to flip me upward where I only fight against him ineffectively. He slams my chest and head into the ground with open palms.

Weak.

All energy gone. My head ringing too loud to feel the throbbing. I taste blood and see dark spots. My sides hurting worse than it all. He climbs over me which feeds all my fear and panic. I throw myself up screaming again. Kicking my legs, throwing my fists. He holds me down and starts grinding on me. Rubbing on my parts with his, I start balling now. Hot tears, pouring out and nose running. I scream out for help, pain from the bruises growing on my hips giving me energy. His hand tried going up my shirt. I screech when I feel him touch my skin. I throw my hands out on the floor searching for anything. A pipe, a rock, the hand of someone who will help me. Nothing is anywhere. My hands graze the wet concrete. Gravel sticks to my palms. He’s pushing harder on me, hurting with every stroke.

We’re going to die.

I look up at the windows of the building. Maybe I can imagine being somewhere else and I won’t have to feel anything. Maybe I can mentally check out and won’t notice the disgusting man on top of me. Hurting me. But then something catches my eye. Something on the building. Something black, a silhouette.

The hell is that?

That’s...that’s a shadow.

A shadow of a person crawls on the walls. Crawling down. I see its head, its hands, and legs. A full body of a person. I look to the opposite wall for the person that the shadow belongs to. But there is no one. A shadow connected to no one.

That’s it. I lost it. All the blows to the head knocked us insane.

At least now, Mother was right.

I squeeze my eyes shut, tears pouring out. I need to stop fighting. It’s going to happen and fighting makes it hurt and causes bruises. So I stop. I give up and fall limp, letting my head fall to the side. I hear his breathy, quiet laugh and he moves faster believing he won. His hands struggle with my pants button. I feel the unzip of my zipper when a grinding of cement noise sounds near my head. I turn my head and there it is. Right in arm’s length. A fat red brick.

It slid over to me as if someone had kicked it to me. But no one is there. Just me and this creep on top of me. He pinches my hips the moment I snatch at the brick. I grasp it and bring it down hard on his skull not holding back. I made sure the impact connected on the bricks corner. He yells out in pain rolling over, clutching his bloody head. Red crimson drips on my cheek and mouth. I hit him again, this time in the temple and shove him off me with angry force. My head fuzzes with adrenaline and my sight blurs red. I growl out when I hit him, over and over. He shouts out ‘bitch’ before he’s cut off with a brick in his skin. On my knees I bring the brick up a few more times, slamming it down onto his cracking skull. I stop to breathe, the crying pain in my ribs making my head dizzy, I almost can’t see him. I focus on his crumpled body and focus my sight.

He would’ve killed us if not for this brick.

I look at his blood on the brick in my hand. Blood under my finger nails, on my hand, on the floor, on my face. He shifts towards me trying to grab my neck. I swing the brick down on his disgusting dome one last time. Hard. His skull opens and red liquid and pink chunks spill out onto my hand, and brick. The other few men come from around at corner at that moment. As I pull the brick from the shattered bone, my arm shaking, their eyes fall on me. I stand right as they break into a run. The brick slips from my fingers, landing on the cement. I run, taking too much notice to his now completely limb body. I hear them yelling behind me as I sprint away. Ignoring the fresh pain stabbing at my hip bones with every step and the throbbing suffrage in my head.

I make it to the street this time. My hips aching. I don’t stop to see if they’re still chasing me. I cross the street going through cars and into the light. When I reach the other side of the street I blend in with the other people on the sidewalk. I run all the way down, finding a subway station is closer than I thought. I follow the flow down into the subway feeling a pounding headache that threatens my stability. I ignore payment to get on the train and step inside a cart with few other people.

I fall onto a cold seat, snatching a fist full of hair in one hand. My other arm around my stomach I let the rest of the tears come out. I cry but make no sound. Only tears coming out, short gasps, and loud swallows. Everything hurts. My ribs are surely bruised. My face and throat has sore spots. My arms and wrists cry in a constant ache. My headache throbbing in the back, and sending strong aches down my whole body. I spot my bloody hand and quickly hide it, seeing the mans broken skull flash in front of me. I hug myself.

“Stop crying, stop crying.” I repeat quietly over and over.

One or two people look my way and one passes by dropping coins for me. I don’t need money, I need a cop. I need someone to catch that guy and make him pay for what he just did. When the fourth person comes by and holds out a tenner for me, my anger explodes. Emotions crash.

“Do I look like I need money! I was almost killed, I don’t need this.” I throw it at him as I shout, and a flash of being slammed into brick hits me. I scream out and dodge backward from the vision into my seat.

No one looks to meet my gaze. Just so busy trying to get where they need to go. Just trying to get on with their night. No time to stop and ask the girl in torn clothes is she’s OK. No time to ask the little girl why she has bruises, why she’s bleeding. No consideration to ask if she needs a phone or help.

This world is so-

“Shut up!” I stop the second voice from saying another word, and punch the wall behind the empty seat next to me.

Getting home was hell. My legs ached and burned. My lungs never seemed to stop feeling pressure squeezing them tightly. The sharp pain in my ribs only grew stronger. My head is bruised from getting slammed into the floor, the wall, the tree. But worst of all my thighs wouldn’t stop feeling queasy and uncomfortable. And when I finally stand outside my apartment building I’m not present anymore. My vision isn’t straight. Blackness threatens to take over any second. I buzz my door, regrettably. No answer. I buzz over and over. Mother is for sure passed out in bed. So I sit. I sit and wait. Some time later, after I’ve passed out and woke up a few times, someone comes out hitting my legs with the door. I catch the door, taking the elevator to the 23rd floor. My door is locked but a spare key hides in the plant at the end of the hall. I open the door and don’t bother to put the key back. My apartment is black when I open the door. I limp to the bathroom only to hate what I see in the mirror.

Her face is bloody and purple. Light purple bruises on her cheeks, her chin and her left eye. Some brown bruises on her throat and chest. There is dry blood under her nose and above her eye. Spotted blood that isn’t hers on her cheeks. Her hair is messy and dirty. Her sweater has torn rips and dirt smeared, her pants still unbuttoned. Her right knuckles are lightly coated in blood but both palms and all fingers red with the mans blood. Her eyes are puffy and red, turning dark purple underneath.

I wipe the tear that falls out and roll my eyes at the unbuttoned buttons. I get blood on the buttons when I redo them. I wash my hands and dig out my fingernails. I pull off the gray torn hoodie and lift my purple long sleeve to view my rib cage. Deep red spots and an ugly purple blended with the tint of green stain my skin. My side is a huge mess of bruises that will not heal anytime soon. Yet still, above all what bothers me the most is the gross sensation lingering around my girl parts. All I want is to get rid of the unnerving shaky, loathing between my legs. I want the nonstop repulsive feel of my own parts to stop quivering in fear. I want to feel something else besides disgust and physical hate around my lower regions. All I can feel is the man grinding on me and rubbing. I stop the tears maintaining a mute face and pull out my old razor from underneath the counter. I slide it across my left forearm three times until I feel like I’m becoming more conscious. I pull myself back to reality more and more with each slide.

Just one more. I wince feeling more present.

Just one more. I bite my lip, focusing on the sting.

Just one more. My eyebrows knot in stress.

Just one more…

When the waves of remorse and disgust calm and all I feel is searing, itching pain in one arm, I come out of my head and back to sensible reality. My heart slows to normal speed and my exhausted limbs only think about my soft bed. I am thankful the sick twisted feeling has stopped haunting all around my thighs. I pick myself up, bandage my wrist, and splash my face with cold water. I wipe off all the dirt and dried blood with a towel, being careful around the open wounds and sore spots. I open the toilet and throw the bloody bunches of bathroom tissue in it. Then I drop the razor on the tissues. Flushing the toilet, I look up at myself in the mirror. My eyes are red but I stopped crying long ago. My face emotionless except disgusting eyes. I wipe my face with the towel one last time and leave the bathroom, switching the light off behind me.

I turn the hall light off and stalk to my purple room. I close the door and I’m alone in my dark room. The only light comes from the window. My clock reads 1:04am. My window is open just a crack since I never close it, I walk over to it slowly and open it halfway. I kick off my dirty, and somewhat bloody jeans, then fall onto the bed, too tired to pull on my night gown. My bruised sides and hips ache with strong pain. I pull the blankets up, my eyes close and I relax. I’m safe now. Well, as safe as I can be in this world. Mother will make it less safe when she wakes up but for now, I enjoy the comfort of my room.

Because safety doesn’t exist.

But comfort does.

Somewhat.

#peter pan #peter pan fanfiction #peter pan fanfic #neverland #screenwriting #tinkerbell #peter pan fandom #movie plot #peterpan x reader #return to neverland #the promised neverland #ouat fic #ouat #fairies #disney movies #screenplay #scripts #scriptwriting

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dittolicous · 2 years

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I'm literally at my wits end with my job and it's been leaving me SO drained lately. Let me just set the scene.

We are a grocery store in Texas that sits on the sea front. Literally. We're right on the Sea wall. It's normally hot as balls. And we're a tourist destination, with cruise ships dotting the horizon. But again, GROCERY STORE.

Here's a list of things we're not allowed:

Only baggers can wear shorts. The rest of us have to do JEANS or BLACK PANTS. I literally was told if they can see my ankle, it's too short. I was wearing jean capris that just barely showed off my socks and was told they weren't acceptable. I stand about 5 to 10 feet from open doors at any given point. =)

We're not allowed to have ANY personal items with us on the floor. This includes lunchpacks that only have drinks in them. (And COATS that we're not wearing).

We're not allowed to buy stuff on the clock. Including drinks. (Do you see an issues?)

There are no water fountains. Only baggers get free water bottles.

Starbucks will give us free cups of ice water! ....You have to wait in line. =) (DO YOU SEE AN ISSUE?)

We are not allowed to have any 'loose' personal items..... IN OUR BREAK ROOM. No backpacks, no jackets, no umbrellas, nada. It must all be kept in our tini tiny lockers. Backpack doesn't fit? SUCKS. (We can't even set them ON TOP of the lockers ffs). There are NO COAT RACKS. LOCKER. THAT'S ALL.

So literally. I, who can hardly find time to go the restroom, cannot have a pack to keep cold drinks on me while I work next to open doors to a beachfront, in JEANS or BLACK PANTS, nor am I allowed to buy one and or have time to wait in the Starbucks line. I have to find someone to watch my station so I can RUN TO OUR BREAK ROOM. To open my lunchpack with cold drinks.

And the manager had the GALL to tell me to just stick an extra into our ice machine cooler which 1) I was told I wasn't allowed numerous times and 2) had THREE DRINKS STOLEN because I did just that.

Plus, I got all fails in my 'observation' today because I wasn't 'talking to the customers' after have basically 5 customers bitch at me in a row because they wouldn't listen to me and management bitching at me for daring to stand at my station when I had ZERO CUSTOMERS and I wasn't cleaning the crevices of the checkout stations (aka the inbetween parts that cut up my hand last time I tried because they're two small and right next to screws and sharp corners). I've NEVER gotten all fails, not once.

Meanwhile they can't keep workers FOR SHIT. We're literally short everyday, every shift, because people are constantly calling in or quitting, and they want to bitch that no one wants to work. (Yet I've been wanting to work in our help desk, something the help desk workers agree I'd be good at, and have told no less than 5 SUPERVISORS AND A MANAGER in the past 2 years who also 'agree' but guess who still hasn't been trained while they continue to say they don't have the manpower to fill the position =))))) )

I almost starting crying at work out of anger because literally every time I turned around nothing I was doing was good enough for ANYONE. I hate my job, I fucking hate it so much, I'm tired all the time, they treat us like shit, talk down to us, and go 'we're just doing what corporate wants' all while we're all miserable as shit and those of us that have been there for more than a year all hate it and only hang on because we have no other options.

I hate it I hate it. And to top it all off, I'm 90% sure I have a light cold and that's why I've been so out of it this week.

#ditto rambles #i hate my job i hate america i hate the fact that i have to work a miserable job just so i can come home exhausted and with no energy #so that i can't do things i love

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bri22222 · 7 months

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Below The Surface

Fnaf fan fiction

Chapter 4: Enough surprises!

So. Many. Stairs.

Too many. Why can't there be an elevator down here? Or something at least.

“ Are…Are we almost there?" Bri huffs and puffs, trying to catch her breath." P-please tell me we are. So.. Many (huff) stairs.” She huffed. This is so tiring. It feels like she just ran a whole marathon.

“Almost there sweetie! Don't worry! This way you can get your workout in!" Chica happily exclaimed. She's not wrong. This was a workout that's for damn sure.

At last, the pair of them reached the top of the stairs. At last. ‘One more step and my legs were gonna collapse. ‘ “ Here we are!" Chica proudly exclaimed. She opens the door to blinding neon lights with the faces of the main four printed all over the place. Shiny tiles of black and white cover the floor.

“ Woah,” Bri uttered. That pair walked through the shiny red double doors. “Cool right! Welcome to the lobby! Usually this place is flooded with guest's!” Chica ranted. “I bet,” She responded. “ Now, where's the daycare supposed to be? “ She questioned.

“Oh right! The daycare is just up those escalators. I'll help you there!" Chica beamed. They both walk past the huge golden Freddy statue that shimmered at the huge neon lights. The one on the left read ‘Faz pad’. The one on the right said ‘Glamrock gifts’.

This place is really decked out in neon I'll tell you that.

As they made it up the escalators, they were met with two elevators that led to the atrium. To the right there was another set of shiny red double doors. Reading ‘Superstar Daycare Pick-up!’ just above. ‘Well, there it is in all its glory’.

“ Wait! Hold on a sec." Chica blurted.

Her eyes went blue again as if she was scanning her. ‘Again!? Why does everyone keep scanning me?! ‘

“ Oh sugar, I'm sorry Bri. I have a birthday party to attend. You can find your way right? “ Chica guessed. I mean, isn't she standing right in front of it?

“ Uh, yea. I'm pretty sure I can figure it out." Bri doubted. "Perfect! See you later cookie! “ Chica beamed. “ See ya!" She returned. Well, time to face the Brightness of the daycare.

Without a second thought she walks through the shiny red double doors. She steps onto the glassy checkered floor of the daycare lobby. ‘ Damn, this place is pretty fancy to be made for kids’.

She glances around a corner to see a huge water fountain. She can barely see the little shines in the water of the pennies and quarters tossed into the water.

“Woah,” She mused. Hm, she wonders what that tube thing is. It's red with bright blue lights attached to it. A huge garage door with a big half moon, half sun head on it.

She stands in front of it. Second guessing herself. ‘Here's the place I wanted to go so desperately. Why do I feel off? ‘ She questions every step she's taking. Closer and closer to the big garage door.

‘Eh, It's nothing ‘ She quickened her pace, determined to make her way through that door. She got close enough to the door that it began to slide up with a mechanical whirr.

She steps through to a balcony type thing with tables and chairs, party hats, comfortable seats, and two huge statues of the mascots themselves.

This was more than she had expected. Like, way more. How can a children's place be so complex?

“Woah. This. Is. Awesome." She uttered. It really was a big place. She walked to the edge of the balcony. A huge net surrounding an area. Full of this children's music on loop. Imagine listening to the same freaking song all day long. I could never last.

‘How do I get in? ‘ She glances left and right, trying to find an entrance. ‘Ah!’ She spots a colorful slide that reads ‘Slide into fun! ‘ above it. ‘Do it.’ Her mind urges her. She climbs in legs first, and pushes herself down.

The constant change of color as she glides down the tube gets her a little dizzy. As she reaches the bottom, she is met with a super colorful ( I mean that quite literally) ball pit. “ A ball pit. Wonderful." She remarks.

She hears Rustling in the distance. Getting louder and louder. A bright figure jumps in her face and she almost crushes the plastic colorful ball in her hand.

#self insert #fnaf sb

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multiverse-imagines · 2 years

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How do you think Vash would deal with a reader where they meet and he’s trying to talk to them, reader gives responses, at first reluctantly, it’s known that he is Vash the stampede, but then they’re responding less reluctantly as the hour passes, but seem on the quiet side (they’re actually observing him cuz he’s a strange, happy man. he has them puzzled cuz he’s vash the stampede. should they be liking him?), he eventually asks them to dinner and after reader looks like they’re thinking about it, they tell him yes. (I was just wondering since he always gets rejected. what if someone actually says yes with zero bad intentions. They’re genuinely interested to see how this goes)?

(A/N: I had so much fun writing this! I too enjoy the problematic aspects of falling for Vash the Stampede xD Thanks ❤️)

What have I gotten myself into?

Another night finished. You'd been traveling through the desert all night to avoid the heat, and finally made it to this town you didn't bother to remember the name of. You found the local saloon a booming environment despite the early hour, filled with patrons. A man was playing a happy tune on the piano in the corner. You managed to find an empty table, and a waitress took your order of a beer and some food. You took off your hat, and allowed your eyes to rest for a moment before the waitress returned with a tankard glass full of beer. You were amidst your first drink when a tall man with blonde hair approached you.

"Hey there! Haven't seen you around! Did you just get into town?" His melodious voice asked. You set your drink down to take in the full image of the man before you. He was tall, a green and orange striped necktie was tied around his head, his face blushed from his buzz. His smile was gentle, but seemed it was only a formality. His long red coat swayed in his drunken swagger, the worn leather giving a gentle squeak barely audible over the chattering of the patrons.

"I did." You nodded and he promptly sat at the seat across from you without asking. He proceeded to ask another question,

"Did you see the cool fountain in the town square? They say it was based on an old style before people lived on Gunsmoke." You shook your head as you took another drink. You knew who this man was now. He was the Sixty billion double dollar man, Vash the Stampede. What business did he have talking to you?

"We should go see it sometime. The water catches the sunlight just before the sun sinks under the buildings, and it makes a cool rainbow!" He was resting his head in his hand supported by his elbow on the table. Your food arrived, and you ate while he continued to talk about the cool nuances of this town you didn't even know the name of.

"What town did you come here from?" He asked, eyeing your food. You did not intend on sharing. Even if he was cute.

"New Miami." You said after swallowing a bite.

"Hoo! New Miami? I haven't been there in forever! Were you travelling for fun?" His eyes sparkled as he probably imagined himself in the resort city, enjoying the amenities. You noticed the little freckle underneath his left eye. How adorable, you thought.

"I was just passing through, but I had a little fun while I was there." You smiled at the memory of winning money at the casino there. It wasn't much, but it kept you comfortable, but unnoticed by bandits. It was then that two women stepped within range of the table.

"Mr. Vash! Meryl and I are gonna head back to the Inn now! Mr. Wolfwood says he wants to play cards later!" The tall one of the two waved to him.

"Sure thing! Get some rest, Insurance Girls!" He waved back. Watching them leave the saloon, you couldn't help but yawn.

"You look pretty tired. Do you want me to show you where the inn is? Last I knew they had a spare room or two open."

"That'd be nice, actually." You decided. The two of you walked out of the saloon after you left money for your tab on the table. The inn was about four buildings down, but it was a nice walk nonetheless. As you glanced up at his face, you wondered: Should you really be walking around so casually with The Humanoid Typhoon? Should you be taking in all of the... Attractive features of a man who has levelled entire cities?

After gaining a room, Vash took you up to the second floor to your room.

"You didn't have to walk me all the way here." You said leaning on the door frame.

"And leave a sleepy traveler like yourself to the harsh world alone? You wound me, dear." He dramatically placed the back of his hand to his forehead. You laughed at that.

"Say, since you're new in town, why don't we get dinner later? There's a restaurant across from the saloon with better food!" He gently took your hand, and his sea green eyes gazed down at you.

"Um, sure!" You smiled, a blush forming across your face. His face lost the previous vibrato at the answer. Did people usually say no?

"Oh! Um, cool! W-What time?" He asked, now nearly stuttering.

"I'd like to rest since I was walking all night, so how about around five? Then you can show me the fountain rainbow." You smirked at his awkwardness and winked at him.

"S-Sure! I'll see you at f-five!" He placed his free hand behind his head, scratching the back of his head. He bid you farewell, and you closed the door to your room. Unknowingly, you were both grinning to yourselves with one thought,

"What have I gotten myself into?"

#vash the stampede #trigun #vash x reader

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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Batsis & Green Lantern, Sittin’ In A Tree. K-I-S-S-I-N–Wait, Is That Our Sister? PT. 2

Kyle Rayner x Batsis One-Shot

Word Count: 3.3K Warnings: NSFW (Slightly), Explicit Language Tags: @starflyer-104

Author's Note: Hi I finished this! Enjoy! -Thorne

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Oddly enough, she didn’t make Kyle do anything other than design the first month he was at Wayne Manor. And she was true to her word. He had an entire room to himself, and the room was as big as his whole apartment, bigger if he was honest; and that wasn’t all—he had every instrument an artist could ever want, even some of the newest drawing tablets and pens that hadn’t even come out yet. Limited edition first pick that only someone like her could get her hands on by merely flashing that pretty smile and her last name of “Wayne”. It was a graphic artists dream come alive, and Kyle was afraid that he was going to wake up from it that he never once tried to pinch himself to see if it was a dream or not.

Surprisingly enough though, (Y/N) was being awfully nice to him too. She’d taken him shopping a bunch of times, a whole new wardrobe and even thrown in a new phone and laptop. Of course, Kyle wasn’t a fool and immediately confronted her about using her purchases to hold it over him. That was the one instance in which she wasn’t awfully nice because she sucker-punched him and told him to never call her a manipulator ever again. That she had never once used a purchase to force someone into something—she was a bitch but she wasn’t that kind of bitch.

He even questioned Jason about it once they got back to the manor and his friend cackled at the nice shiner he’d received. (Y/N) doesn’t buy things for people to make them do what she wants. She buys things for people because that’s how she shows she’s fond of them. Honestly, if she buys you what you want, especially if you ask for it, that’s how you know she thinks you’re a friend of hers. Just let her spoil you for a while, Rayner. You’ll miss it when you have to go back to NYC.

Kyle relented then, instead of fighting her on paying for everything, he watched her. Watched her when he asked for something. Just for a split second she’d get a look of honest surprise in her eyes before that smirk crossed her lips and she’d toss it in the basket before picking up her own needs. He found it almost endearing, the way she acted, like she wasn’t expecting him to ask for anything. And Kyle especially liked that look in her eyes. It made his heart beat a little faster when she gazed at him with those big eyes.

And while he did love that look, it only lasted for one month. Hell had come to the manor, and Kyle was smack in the middle of it.

***

“Good morning family!” she greeted cheerfully, placing her hands on Kyle’s shoulders. She received various replies, some happy, some tired, and Kyle gave his own.

“Morning, (Y/N). You seem happy.” He cut into the buttery waffle and started bringing the fork to his mouth when she grabbed his hand and gently but firmly, took the utensil into her mouth. Kyle couldn’t help but go slack jawed as she chewed and swallowed, offering him a smirk.

“I’m sorry,” she purred. “Did you want that?” His mouth opened and closed, and she pushed the plate forward, replacing it with a tall smoothie shaker that was a bright, sickly green.

“Uh…” he started, looking between the shaker and her. “What’s that?”

(Y/N) nodded at it. “That’s your breakfast for this morning.” She flipped the cap open. “It’s got spinach, kale, bananas, vanilla flavored protein powder, pineapple, mint leaves and spirulina.” She grinned. “It’s got all the protein and greens you need for the start of this wonderful day.”

“I don’t even know what spirulina is.” Kyle remarked.

“Blue-green algae super-food.” (Y/N) nodded at it. “From now on you’re going to drink smoothies every morning and then we’re going to weight train and run every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.”

Her family started snickering around the table and Kyle swallowed thickly daring to ask, “And Tuesdays and Thursdays?”

She grinned wickedly at him. “Combat, Rayner.” Handing him the shake, she quipped, “Drink up me hearties.”

“Yo ho.” Kyle whimpered when he sniffed it and gagged.

***

“C’mon weakling,” she nagged. “You’ve barely gotten through the second set. Don’t tell me you’re already tired.”

Kyle groaned as he pushed the weighted bar up, holding it for a second before letting it fall. “I told you I can bench press one-hundred. You put one-twenty on this bar,” he griped through gritted teeth.

(Y/N) smirked. “Feel that pain though? It’s weakness leaving your body.” She grabbed the bar with one hand, pulling it up and onto the hold; she grinned as Kyle panted, chest heaving up and down with every sharp intake of breath.

“I—don’t know—how you do this—everyday.” He gasped and she snorted.

“No pain, no gain, Rayner.” She walked around him, and Kyle was too weak to keep his eyes off her as she did. “Oh, I can’t wait for tomorrow,” she cooed, throwing a leg over his hips, lowering onto his thighs.

Kyle’s throat tightened and he gazed at her as she leaned forward, propping her elbows on his chest, staring into his eyes. “Pretty close there,” he panted and (Y/N) smiled.

“Closer the better in my opinion.” Her eyes narrowed bemusedly. “From here I can get a good view of your form.” She pulled away. “You’re using your lower back to push strength into your arms. This time, use your chest and shoulders. Deep breath when you push up, breathe out when you lower, okay?”

He nodded, grabbing the bar again. “What set now?”

“Three. Five reps.” (Y/N) pressed a hand to his abdomen. “Core muscles tight. Glutes tight. Keep the stability and use your upper body muscles alright?”

“Got it.” He said, pulling the bar off and she felt his pelvis start to push upwards and she splayed her fingers.

“Chest, Kyle. Not your hips.” He grunted, trying harder, and she put all her weight onto his hips, keeping them pressed down to the bench. It showed in his form as he improved almost instantaneously. “Nice job,” she murmured. “Keep going.”

He got to the fifth rep, starting to go up, when she purred, “Your arms are very strong, Kyle. I wonder just how strong.”

Something in her voice made his heart stutter and he forgot momentarily what he was doing. The bar shifted downwards, and he gasped as it came down at him; (Y/N) reached out, quick as lightning and grabbed it with both hands, standing from his legs to put the bar back.

She looked down at him, concern in her eyes. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Sorry…lost my grip.” (Y/N) nodded and shimmied away, holding out a hand to him. “Thanks,” he said, letting her pull him up.

“Take five and go get some water, alright?”

He wanted to shake his head, tell her no, that he could keep going, but he thought against it and started for the water fountain in the corner. As he bent over, he happened to look back at her, seeing her bent over, stretching her legs. Heat pooled low in his gut, and he groaned, turning his eyes away.

“Jesus Christ,” he hissed. “Get a grip.”

“Let’s go, Rayner!” she called out behind him. “We’ve got two miles to run!”

Kyle let his head hand and he groaned again.

***

Compared to the day before, getting his ass kicked wasn’t as bad as it had seemed. That being said, (Y/N) wasn’t pulling her punches with him and he hadn’t managed to lay a single hit on her an hour in.

He gasped as she dropped him onto his back and he laid flat, gazing at the ceiling before him; she leaned over him, a cocky smirk on her face. “Need a break?”

“I’m not a novice in hand to hand. I trained with J’onn J’onnz for a while.” He countered with a glare and surprisingly, she nodded, rather impressed.

“I can tell in your form. You counter like he does.” (Y/N) bent down and gently swept away the sweaty hair from his forehead. “You’re learning pretty quick though, if I do say so myself.”

Kyle’s face lit up. “Really? You think—”

“But I can see that it takes you getting your ass handed to you over and over again before the lesson sinks in.”

His face pinched and he griped, “I should’ve seen that coming.”

(Y/N) snorted and patted his head, mocking, “You’re learning.” She smiled. “Now get up. You’ve rested long enough.”

“UGHHH!” he groaned, climbing to his feet.

***

On the third month and final month of the project, Kyle noticed a major improvement in himself. Not only had he lost a few of those extra pounds from snacking, toning all over his body, he’d also managed to expand his stamina a great deal. (Y/N) had congratulated him when he managed to run the various miles without even breaking a sweat.

The designs had come in well too, and Kyle honestly had more money than he knew what to do with. Well, rent and utilities were his most prominent factor, but even then, the money he’d have left over would last him a long time. He almost felt sad when they got to the final week of the project, no longer needing drawings, he was mostly there to make sure the designs were made correctly and with good materials.

(Y/N)’d even given him one of the first sets they produced and even if he was used to seeing his drawings published, it was another thing to see his name on the tag with it. It made him giddy, and he didn’t know how to rope that in with the continued nagging in the back of his brain. That it was all ending in a week. No more breakfast being made, no more laundry done, no more seeing his friends all the time and patrolling with them…and no more (Y/N) constantly.

When he thought about that, Kyle’s chest started to tighten, heart starting to hurt a lot more than he wanted to admit. And he knew why—somewhere along the lines of (Y/N)’s continual ass-kicking and training, he’d fallen in love with her. With her crude attitude and cocky smirks, her proud demeanor and skill, her beauty and the occasional kindness she showed to people, but most importantly, the love she showed for her family.

Most people saw an arrogant bitch who could school people six ways from Sunday both verbally and physically, but what they didn’t see, was the care she paid to those she loved most. To Dick’s anger issues, to Jason’s frequent regrets, to Tim’s consistent depression, to Cassandra’s ever-evolving education, to Damian’s rapid growth, to her father’s hurting soul—she cared so deeply for them, would give anything for them, even her life if it meant. And that made Kyle want to fall at her feet and worship her.

That this beautiful woman who allowed people to talk about her and never cared to correct, was the greatest woman alive, the most loving, the most caring. And she was hard, she was, but her love was tough and those that received it, her siblings and her closest friends, they knew she loved them completely. Kyle knew she cared for him. He only hoped that she wanted more.

***

The production party had been held in France and Kyle had never seen so many elites in one spot that he wasn’t sure how to even drink from his champagne chute correctly. Luckily, (Y/N) had stayed with him all night, tucking herself in his side and covering when he faltered in front of someone who didn’t speak English. And God, there was something very sexy about the way her lips moved when she spoke fluent French.

The party lasted well into the night and by the time they got back to the penthouse, he was dead on his feet. The siblings had dispersed to their rooms and (Y/N) stayed up a bit to speak with Alfred and Bruce over the phone. Kyle lingered around the kitchen with her and when she hung up, she sighed heavily, pulling out the dangling golden earrings and removing the chunky diamond necklace that probably costed more than Kyle did.

Her eyes met his and she smiled tiredly. “Did you have fun tonight?”

“I did,” he said happily. “It was…interesting to see what your life is like.” He chuckled. “Well, your day life that is.”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh and he wandered around the island, daring enough to reach up and grab her shoulders, digging his thumbs into her muscles. She groaned and hung her head a bit.

“Feel good?” he questioned, and she nodded.

“I don’t typically wear heels unless it’s for a party and I remember why.” Sighing, she pulled away from his arms and he just barely managed to keep the sadness from crossing his face as she turned. “What about you? Are you okay?”

Kyle shrugged. “Feel like I could sleep for a few days straight, but isn’t that how we all work?”

(Y/N) snorted, then sighed wistfully. “I almost don’t want this night to end.”

“How come?” he asked, and she met his gaze.

“I like seeing you flounder like a fish in front of socialites.” He rolled his eyes and she laughed, shoving him lightly. “I’m joking.” She rested her hand on his shoulder. “It’s been fun having around the manor. I know Dick and Jason have enjoyed hanging out with you.” She smiled and pulled away. “You should come back around after tomorrow.”

(Y/N) bypassed him and started towards her room when he spun and called her. “(Y/N).” she stopped and looked at him, waiting, expecting, and Kyle decided to lay his cards to her, letting her decide. “Spend the night with me.”

For a moment, she was surprised, honest to God surprised, then she smiled sweetly, something he wasn’t really used to, and she murmured, “Come with me.”

And Kyle barely managed to keep himself from tripping over his own feet as he hurried after her.

***

“Shut the door behind you,” she said, and he knew that just from the tone of her voice that she was the one who held the power—not that he cared, all he wanted was her. He felt his heart lurch as the door closed and she motioned him to come behind her. “Mind unzipping me?”

Kyle swallowed thickly as he reached up and grasped the gold zipper, gently tugging it down to where it stopped just above her rear. He also happened to notice that she wasn’t wearing any undergarments and he cursed under his breath. “Fuck, (Y/N).”

She grinned and with one hand undid the buttons behind her neck, then reached back, pulling his hands until his palms were pressed to her bare skin. “Be a dear and slip my dress off for me, hmm?” she leaned back into his hands. “Shouldn’t be too hard now.”

Before Kyle knew what he was doing, his hands were moving underneath the fabric of her dress, around her waist and up her chest, gently grabbing at the flesh of her breasts. (Y/N) gasped, a sound so saccharine in his ears, and leaned her head back on his shoulder.

“Kyle,” she whispered and with his pointer fingers, circled her nipples. Another gasp escaped her as she arched into his touch and she turned her head to the underside of his jaw, sucking the skin at his neck.

“(Y/N),” he groaned, rubbing up against her rear. “Baby...”

She was pushing away from him then, much to his dismay and she spun around, grasping at his suit. “Take your clothes off. All of them. Now.”

All that commanding she was doing was shooting straight to his cock and he obeyed immediately, not even caring about the dress shirt as he ripped it open, the buttons scattering across the carpet. He’d just gotten to his belt when he saw (Y/N) pull down her dress and he almost collapsed on his weak knees when her body came into full view.

For three whole months he’d been slowly driven insane by her tight clothes, guiltily imagining what she looked like underneath during the night, more often than not, relieving the urge.

She smirked and walked up to him, digging her fingers into the top of his pants and turned, pulling him along. They reached the beg and she yanked, sending him backwards onto the bed with a grunt, and then she was climbing atop him.

“I thought you wanted—” he gasped when she grabbed him through his pants. “I thought you wanted me to be naked.”

(Y/N) winked and squeezed him. “I changed my mind.” Leaning close, she let her lips hover above his. “I wanna see how needy I can get you.”

Kyle glared at her and surged forward, sealing her lips in a kiss before he wrapped an arm around her waist, tipping them over. She groaned into their kiss and wrapped her legs around waist. He let his free hand roam her body, caressing her side, squeezing her hip, slipping beneath her leg to grab at the flesh of her thigh. Each grasp, each pinch, each touch had her gasping and Kyle rocked against her, moaning under his breath.

Her fingers busied themselves with his belt and when she got it open, she unbuttoned his pants, and pushed them down a bit. Kyle pulled back to help but the second his hands left her body, he knew he made a mistake because she locked her ankles and placed her hands on his shoulders, shoving back. His back hit the bed and she was on top of him again, this time pinning his hands beside his head.

“Bad boy,” she admonished. “You weren’t supposed to move.”

“Sorry,” he retorted, but he wasn’t. Not in the slightest. “Couldn’t help myself.” He accentuated his point with a deep roll of his hips, and she grip briefly weakened as she ground herself down on him.

“You’re going to help yourself.” She warned, eyes devouring him where he lay. “Every movement is fifteen minutes added to how long I’m going to tease you.”

Kyle grinned. “Yes ma’am.”

(Y/N) matched his grin and before he could even see her move, she had a pillow from the top of the bed placed on his chest, long side up, enough to cover her from sight.

“What are you—” The door opened, and he tipped his head back on the mattress, seeing Dick and Jason gaping at them from the doorway.

For a solid moment, they all stared at one another, too shocked to say a word, then Dick and Jason were letting out the girliest screams Kyle had ever heard them make and they slammed the door shut.

(Y/N) sighed heavily and pressed her face into the pillow. “Lovely. Now we’re going to be all over the group chats.”

Kyle blinked, looking up at her. “You think so?”

“I know so.” She looked at him. “I knew I should’ve booked a penthouse across from this one.” (Y/N) started crawling off him when he reached out and grabbed her hips, keeping her in place; she cocked a brow. “Really? Your mood’s not killed?”

A flash of green appeared in her vision, then the door locked, and he smirked at her. “Nothing can kill my mood for you.” He squeezed her tightly. “Is yours?”

“Not in the slightest.” She reached down and traced the smirk on his lips. “Do me a favor though.”

“Anything,” Kyle agreed, and she grinned wickedly.

“Call me ma’am again.”

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moonlightwritesdisney · 3 years

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YOU. — Wyatt Lykensen

Pairing: Wyatt Lykensen X FEMALE! READER

Requested: Yes / No

Warnings: vulgar swearing. descriptions of blood. unhealthy behavior. mentions of rape.

Author’s Note: please note that you (the reader) and wyatt are both adults in this image. Just to clear up any confusion!

Summary: The first time he saw you he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. He follows you everywhere. He gets jealous when he sees you invite a friend over for old times sake. Things go way to far. You will be his.

HE ALLOWED THE LOUD CHATTER and birds song in the bright summer square of ZombieTown to be slowly drowned out by all his pulsing thoughts. He stood in the distance observing you. Out of all the people that passed by blocking his view, he kept his hard eye on you.

The way your soft brunette curls laid untouched just inches away from your descending chest. Echoes of your honey dripping laugh rang through his twitching ears. The jealously and anger only grew worse.

Unbeknownst to you, not aware of the wolf watching you had just finished a few hours of shopping, you were making your way down towards the central parking just by ZombieTown’s large water fountain before you were stopped by an old school friend — who was male.

He was so surprised to see, he complimented you and watched you laugh in sweetness. Both of you stood their for at least 20 minutes catching up on old burnt out memories he was trying to re-flame. He could read your mind. He felt the same as you. He knew you were uncomfortable and wanted to make a fast escape. You didn’t trust this guy but.

“Hey uhm- i was actually wondering if you’d like to have dinner and a movie tonight?” Was this guy serious? After a twenty minute conversation?! You weren’t one to be rude because of your passive personality. “Oh — uhm sure! I’d like that. I’ll be there at seven o’clock”.

And with that you were off and on your way home. Wyatt watched as you retreated towards the silver Cadillac you owned in the parking lot. He watched all around him. He glared at the young man who was walking the opposite way. That dumb human. He couldn’t stand a chance against him.

Nonetheless, he knew you’d be his one day. He’d let you have the little amount of happiness this human could spare for a while. He’d imagine you helpless crying and running straight into his arms. The way your head laid on his shoulder while he rubbed your back in a calming manner.

Leaving little kisses on our neck when he was in the mood, the warm feeling of both your sweaty bodies pressed together in pure erotic euphoria. Tingles ran down his spine as he imagines your soft smile in his mind. His heart raced at the thought of your body. Every curve and edge. All the imperfections you could name he’d find absolutely exhilarating.

“Hey man, curfew’s almost up you have to leave”. Another voice snapped him out of deep personal thoughts, he eyed a stern looking officer dressed in a blue SeaBrook uniform, who was very tired and just wanted to go home. He nodded his way respectfully and exited the shopping plaza. The walk to your house wasn’t long.

The city had separate ZombieTown’s main housing and shopping lot so you had to drive at least a small distance to venture for a desired shopping day. He had taken the path towards your small apartment plenty of times, along with being a wolf came with advanced speed so he made due time. The sky swirled with light pinks and oranges making a beautiful sunset in the small town.

The crunching of grass under his feet made his anxious as he took a deep breathe, his footsteps became silent in worries of you discovering him. He stood calmly in your background his ears twitching hearing you humming to yourself softly — he figured you were in the shower getting ready for you date.

A scoff left his red lips in jealousy, he hated that it wasn’t him. ‘in due time’. He thought to himself confidently as he caught attention to light fogs of steam arising from the running shower. Now, Wyatt was no prude but he absolutely couldn’t resist. His curious brown eyes peered above the brick ledge.

A gasp hitched in his throat. His heart could explode at any moment. Their you stood, pampering yourself in the shower. Looking ever so beautiful. The water dripping down your pale dark skin. Your green textured hair soaking up the moisture from the water.

He bit down on his lip as goosebumps shot up his back. You were marvelous. Your beautiful voice flowing through his ears as you sung. His eyes grew yellow, his animalistic nature taking full control. Fangs flashed from his mouth.

He tightened his fist in frustration. He wanted to take you right then and there. ‘All mine’. He thought as he found himself skewing up dirty — unholy images in his mind of him senselessly fucking you, clinging to him as you screamed his name. He knew it was wrong. The tightening he felt in his boxers was painful. Too painful to even bear. He wanted you, every inch.

To him you were everything. All his. After having to agonize through his painful boner he regained composure after zipping up his pale brown pants and moved stalkingly towards the right his eyes casting view into your bedroom window, the soft white shades slightly parted allowing him to see through.

Different collages and pictures of close friends and things you adored plastered all over your walls. Small shelves that held small knickknacks and small plants lightly attracting ray of sunlight bent at the wall. Your bed, freshly made with the soft maroon red and pillows with the dark hues of blue designed with golden tassels laid neatly, untouched.

You were somewhat messy, but very articulate and decorative. Which he adored. Small white bookshelves filled to the end with large literature of your liking. Pushed up against your light grey accent wall. Posters and cute pieces of art made by yourself were taped just above your bed post.

He adored your room. It was full of positivity, light, and all things that you adored. The sweet vanilla and shea scent from your body streamed into his nose like a running river. Licking his lips in anticipation he closed his eyes and exhaled your delectable scent.

You walks into the small atmosphere the cold air hitting your bare legs, missing the warmth of the water and steam capture your body in a relaxing shower. It was a sewer green like color to which your full cheeks spread into a large smile ‘perfect’.

After reaching for a pair of distressed and ripped jeans that you had seen in the corner of your eye you pulled down the chain to your light which shut off you quickly threw your clothing on your bed and sat down on the edge freeing the sparkling red cap on your lotion squeezing the lotion onto your hand.

It smelt amazing, ever since zombies had fought for more equality from the humans. Zombies from everywhere where now able to walk into any store much to the similar human version of their Victoria Secret and others. To which they could by all sorts of cute lipglosses, lotions, night wear, and clothing. The sweet deep smell of cinnamon and rose entered your nostrils as you rubbed the lotion into your calves working your way up to the top of your thighs.

The black pupils widened in arousel and wonder as he stared into the inside of your window without your knowledge — your hands slowly rubbing the white substance on the curve of your plush butt. He was awe stricken, so captivated by the goddess he had known as you. His heart thumped wildly in his chest he couldn’t get enough of you.

Your finger pulled up the red belt loops of the maroon jeans your legs fitted around, securing the gold buttons of your jeans into the red holes in front. You sighed and fumbled with the thin green fabric you scrunched up the material and pushed your head through, then your arms.

You stood in front of the large white rimmed body mirror that leaned against the back wall with a cute colorful tapestry laid over it with pictures of close friends and fun stickers plastered on the corners of the glass. You loved the way your outfit looked. You felt very satisfied. A huge smile spread across your cheeks. The left of your head swung towards the opening crack of your door — the ring of your front doorbell.

You drowned in confusion, your eyes reached over to read the square alarm clock on your night side table. ‘6:24’. ‘He is only twenty minutes early’. Which you thought was very weird. You had just met back with your old elementary friend hours ago , and only after having a seemingly awkward conversation for twenty minutes you agree to go on a date but he’s twenty minutes early?!

You pondered at the all the possibilities as to why he suggested this. But nonetheless you shook the feeling away and picking up your towel placing it in your pale green clothing hamper. Stepping out of your room and down into the wide hallway your fingers wrapped around the chilling gold door handle and yanked it open.

There he stood, bouncing eagerly on his toes. His hair slicked back with hair spray, the clothing he wore was doused with heavy calogne — the foul heavy smell of the body spray stung at your nose the second you opened your front door. Which was something you didn’t find attractive at all. The wide smile he wore seemed like it was too toiled. Like he was trying to hard. His clothes. Ew.

He wore a bright blue and white plaid buttoned, with a black lambskin jacket over it unbuttoned, dark blue low waisted jeans and light brown flats. Yikes. How human of him. You absolutely hated what he was wearing. You knew he was being desperate. You could see it in his body language and his expression. You spotted bright red roses — in front of him you would have scoffed and sent him away.

If he truly remembered you he would have remembered you like sunflowers instead of basic red roses. How bland. But instead, you gave him the benefit of the doubt. You knew the crippling and heart breaking sorrow of rejection, you were a zombie of course so being cast out was something you knew all to well. Instead you tilted your head to the side and forced your cheeks into a great smile.

“Are these flowers for me?” You asked clasping your hands together. He looked down then up at your a small smirk plastering on his thin lips — ‘ABSOLUTELY NOT SIR PLEASE GOD SO DISGUSTING’. These thoughts screamed in your mind as you watched him with pure unattractive as his licked his lips “yes they are actually”.

He said with a very man-ly chuckle “they reminded me of you so I picked them up at the zombie market in town on my way here”. As if this dude wasn’t trying hard enough. He truly had to glamorize the fact that he picked the flowers up at a zombie store instead of the regular human one. So he was racist and trying to hard. Great. You let out an awkward laugh and stepped aside allowing him in before the air became filled with his disgusting aroma.

You had retrieved the flowers from his hand and immediately threw them carelessly on the counter. He didn’t question it but instead following closely behind you. ‘I’ll burn them later’. You thought with a pleasing smirk that played on your face. He had already sat down in your living space his flats sprawled on the floor and his feet kicked up on your glass coffee table. Dog behavior. You rolled your eyes he was stupid and too dumb to even understand basic manners.

Football was playing on your small flat screen, you had taken a seat next to him your feet flat on the floor, your toes curling in the soft plush carpet. “Would you like something to drink?” you asked politely, the man turned his attention towards you, a curl in his lip “hm sure, the finest wine you’ve got?” He requested you stood up and went into the small kitchen opening the oak cabinet next to the sink you had set both wine glasses down on the marble countertop.

The dark brown hues in your eyes scanned out the closed window above your sink watching the bright pink sky combine with beautiful colors of orange and red cascading over the oval clouds. You twisted the cork out of the bottle of white wine you had just bought from ‘Z’s Gruesome Groceriez” in ZombieTown.

You wondered if this human had tasted zombie issued wine before, since well zombie wine was a lot more bitter than regular human liquor / wine. It had a hint of brains. You shrugged with a ‘hmp’. ‘He’s too dumb to even notice anyway’.

After filling both glasses to the half point you held both of them in your hands and carefully walked back into the living room where the human sat on your white leather couch his eyes and full attention soaking into the fourth quarter and a fumbling ball.

You cleared your throat to catch his attention, he smiled towards you and took the wine glass from your right hand and thanked you focusing his content back on the television. “So .. what are you doing for work now?” you asked trying to break the awkward tension to which he perked up after taking a small sip and setting it down.

“Oh well I’d never thought you’d ask, I work as SeaBrook patrolman, you?” You ignored the sting in your gut “I work as a journalist and a proud activist for the Zombie’s and Werewolves’ against discrimination movement, or ZAWAD, it supports the bright culture of both werewolves and zombies and brings everyone together.

We try to unite the communities in SeaBrook instead of pushing away and we absolutely do try our best too peacefully speak our thoughts and have mindful conversations without violence.”

You spoke proudly watching his intense expression burn into your eyes. He nodded slowly and pursed his lips which confused you nonetheless you still tried to ignore the screaming inside your head and gut ‘make him leave’. ‘this is going to end badly’. Chills scattered down your back in anxiousness.

“That’s interesting and ... very sexy actually, your very passionate about it i can tell”. You internally cringed at that word coming out of his mouth. ‘Sexy’. He definitely wanted something, and it wasn’t a genuine conversation. You froze with disgust his nimble tender cold fingers resting on your knee. “oh uhm, thanks i guess”.

You spoke trying to give him the hint, you weren’t interested even if he was the last person on earth you wouldn’t. His hand inched closer towards your inner thigh a evil smirk plastered on his face. “god your so sexy”. He then leaned his lips towards yours capturing you in his grasp. You didn’t give an inch, you squealed in protest.

You moved your arms to his biceps and tried to push him way from you , he refused now he was on top of you. His rough calloused hands slide up towards your collarbone, you groaned in anger “can you please just stop-- STOP!” You shouted, his breathe was hot against your neck his left hand slide up towards your neck and pressed down onto your windpipe.

You gasped gritting your teeth, you used your right hand to try and push him off but his strength held your arm down. You felt helpless, weak, worthless to know that you had somehow allowed this disgusting being to get ahold of you. That is, until you felt him grasping the metal of your Z-band.

You knew that taking it off could potentially be a very dangerous action, which was only to be taken off in emergencies only. This was a very big problem and it needed to be stopped. His hand gripped the clasp of your band, you felt the dark veins pulsating throughout your body.

Using the strength to lift your left hand which caused a small chime from your Z-band to sound, it unclasped from you wrist and fell somewhere on the floor. In just a few seconds the light around your eyes had turned a deep purple cracks plunging from under them. A low growl erupted from your stomach then submerged to your throat.

The man felt you vibrate from below him, he had suddenly noticed you had changed. He gasped and stood up as you growled and snarled, you inched closer towards him as he took steps back defensively. “Stay the hell away from me you bitch!” He shouted sternly but the anger was hot and boiling inside of you.

Turning into a zombie was something you couldn’t control. It was coded in your genes. Once your Z-band was ripped from you the monster took over inside you, just as it did for anyone. Your vision had turned completely red. The low grumbles and growling roared within you, this is what you were. A monster, and damn, were you proud of it.

You stepped closer to the cowering man as he flared his arms towards you, which unfortunately, only agitated you more. In this moment you were gone, the zombie inside you was controlling you, and you smelt fear. Which was a bad thing. “Your a waste of human life”. Your normal quiet spoken speech had transformed into a lower deep growl. Using your zombie strength you grabbed the human by his leather collar and bite deeply into his neck, the loud scream leaving the dry of his throat.

The blood seeped out of his neck like a river, you lifted him to meet eyes with a demon like growl “next time you better stop”. You seethed before letting him drop to the ground, the now scared human scrambled towards his feet holding the gushing wound his hand covered in red. He disappeared out of the living space and out of your life forever. Or at least you hoped he did. Grunting you walked over towards the crack between the couch and the pale wall, getting on your hands and knees you reach down for the metal bracelet.

After securing it in your grasp you immediately push the clasps together around you wrist. ‘Online’. You let a content sigh slumping back beside the wall the dark veins in your arms slowly recoiled from your arms and legs. Your back ached and your head pounded. The sweet tasting blood of the humans still resting on your lips and along your cheeks.

Finally, after about a few seconds you steadily returned to your feet. Ignoring the few blood spatters that were now fresh on the floor. ‘I’ll clean it up later”. You let a deep sigh release from your lips as you picked up the two wine glasses and brought them to the kitchen and discarded of the waste in the sink.

You were fashioned in the bathroom taking a warm cloth and bringing it towards your face wiping off the dried blood. You sucked in a breathe the sound of your beating heart filling your ears. You didn’t feel at all ashamed for what you had done. That bastard human deserved it.

The overbearing of your anxiety flared, you were worried you might get in huge trouble, since unfortunately, the human is never to blame. You had gone to bed that night in hopes for a better day the next morning -- the only problem was, he saw everything.

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darling-i-read-it · 3 years

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Staying

Van Helsing!Dracula x reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: blood, regular vampire things

Author’s Note: yes I am tired yes I have watched to many different renditions of dracula heres my personal favorite. This could be too niche but I don’t care

Summary: Dracula takes a liking to you, a human

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

(not my gif)

Your feet hit the cobblestone very quietly. The dead of night always happened to be the time where you were able to get things done. The moon hung in the air, it’s light guiding your way. The village was quiet. Drisabella said you should have been worried. The vampires were coming down this week to take their fill for the month.

Genuinely, you should have been worried. And yet.

You had things to get done. If Dracula or one of his wives wanted to come down and interfere that was a problem for when it happened. You believed in living in the now.

“You know, I heard that Van Helsing was going to come up to deal with Dracula and his wives,” Drisabella whispered. She was the only person in the village other than you that was awake. You sat in the town square, on the side of the fountain. You put your hand in the water wistfully.

“Yeah?” you whispered. “About time someone came.” Drisabella looked up at the moon.

“Do you think that they will come tonight?”

“Don’t worry about it. If they do then oh well. We’ll go back inside and hope they don’t see us.” You paused and leaned forward. “Or smell us,” you sneered dramatically. She splashed water onto you and you shrieked, laughter erupting from your throat. You splashed her back.

She laughed back at you and there were a couple of moments of pure fun before you saw something out of the corner of your eyes. Blackness moving in the night. You stopped moving. Drisabella kept tossing water but you held up a hand.

“Go inside,” you sneered. She slowed to a stop.

“What?”

“I said, go inside!” She slipped off of the side of the fountain and stumbled into her home that was not far. You stood up, moving your dress to the side so that you had more leg room. “Which one are you?” you called into the night. Out of the shadows came Aleera, a mischievous smile on her face.

“Long time no see,” she said. Her voice was like velvet. Her red hair was shining in the moonlight.

“Can I help you?” you questioned.

“Me? No, no. It’s the Count who wants to see you.” Your eyes scanned the courtyard. Disabella was looking through a window. You could barely see her with the lack of light but you gave her a small look. She closed the blinds.

“Is he finally going to kill me?” you questioned. Aleera shook her head, her lips turning to a thin line.

“You know he likes you too much for that.” She brought her hand up to your chin, running her thumb over your jaw.

“Sometimes I wish he didn’t.”

“He’ll turn you in due time. I think he likes that your blood still flows. Gives him eyes and ears in the village,” she whispered.

“Aleera if you’re going to take me to the castle please, just take me.” She took a step back.

“Right to the point. I can see why he adores you so.”

Before you could say another word she was turning into her bat self and had grabbed you. You closed your eyes to keep from getting too dizzy and then you were on the ground. It was always quicker than you remembered it the last time.

Your feet landed and you regained your balance quickly.

“You always take so long,” Marishka muttered, her arms crossed.

“I don’t like to rip her off the ground with no warning,” Aleera said.

“I appreciate that,” you whispered. You looked around the castle. You only ever came once a month and you never knew when it was going to be. Dracula had taken a liking to you when he was in the village about a year ago. You still weren’t sure why. The wives looked up at the top of the staircase before you even heard him coming. You followed their gaze.

“Leave us,” he boomed loudly. The wives left begrudgingly. You stayed, standing at the foot of the staircase. He looked down on you. “What are you wearing?” he asked. You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t have the finest silk back in the village,” you said. He took a couple of steps down then paused.

“You should.”

Before you could say anything he was by your side. He brought his hand up to your hair and ran his fingers through it.

“I don’t mean to be frank but what are your intentions with me?” you asked breathily. He smiled.

“You ask that every time.”

“You never seem to give me an answer.” He took a step back. “You don’t eat me. You don’t turn me. You don’t send me to the village with orders, you don’t keep me here. You don’t feel anything so what is it Count? Curiosity? Boredom?” you asked. You were being bold but this was your eleventh trip here. At some point you had to cave. He liked the boldness.

“Who told you I don’t have emotions?” he asked.

“You did.” He took your hand and brought it to his lips.

“I lie.”

“Are your three brides not enough for you?” you asked. He peppered kisses up your arm.

“They’re wonderful. They bore me.”

“And I don’t? Some random villager?” He smiled.

“No, you don’t. You could call it love, infatuation, obsession.” You put your hand on his arm.

“Van Helsing is supposed to be coming. What will you do?”

“Kill him,” he whispered.

“I wouldn’t imagine anything different.”

“I’m going to get you a new dress. You’re staying this time,” he said. You raised an eyebrow as he started to walk away.

“Why?”

“If Van Helsing is coming I will need you here. You’re safer here and he can’t use you to his advantage. Or would you rather go?” You looked around.

“I would prefer to stay.” He put out his hand for you to take. You took it.

“Perfect.”

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halloweenbitch2764 · 3 years

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It's A Scream, Baby!

Part One

Billy Loomis x Fem! Reader x Stu Macher

TW: None

Key

(F/C)- Favorite Color

(H/L)- Hair Length

(H/C)- Hair Color

(Y/F/N)- Your First Name

(Y/L/N)- Your Last Name

(Y/N)- Your Name

Chapter One

I let out a sigh and dusted my hands off as I carried the last box in from the moving truck. I heard the muffled voice of my mother thanking the movers and I ran my fingers through my hair. A fresh start. Something new. My mother had gotten a job opportunity and moved us from my comfortable hometown to Woodsboro, California. Before my mom told me the name of the town, I had never heard of it. That was to be expected after I found out that it was a fairly quaint town.

I opened the box and started unloading the things that would be in my bedroom. Some magazines and books, my bedsheets, posters of my favorite bands, etc. Things that made my room uniquely me. The move wasn't as stressful as I thought it would be but I already missed my friends. My friends were people who I'd grown up with. Now the only contact I would have with them is by phone. It's okay. Little contact is better than none. However, there was one thing that had yet to determine if the move was worth it. Will I make any friends? I've always had such a hard time doing it. My old friends were just always there and I didn't really make any new friends. Maybe one here or there but nothing like this.

I sat on my bed and looked through the box beside me. I pulled out my phone and plugged it into the wall, setting it on my desk. If I get lonely tonight maybe I can call one of them. I tapped my fingers absentmindedly against the phone before snapping out of my thoughts and continuing to unpack. I was tired from the drive to Woodsboro, but wanted to set my room up a little at least. I hung a calendar on my wall beside my desk and looked at the red, circled date. New school. I would be starting school tomorrow. I think the school said someone would help guide me around, right? Fuck I hope so. I know I'll get lost.

I glanced out the window and saw the sun had almost completely set. It didn't necessarily surprise me, but it didn't ease the nervousness of the fact that school seemed fast approaching. Wish I could have gotten more time to unpack. Then again, the sooner I get this done the less time I'm going to spend worrying about it. It's like ripping a bandaid off. A soft yawn tumbled from my lips as I grabbed my backpack from the corner where I had set it, double checking I had everything I wanted. Folders? Check. Notebooks? Check. Pencils? Check. Once I knew I had everything I'd need, I set the (F/C) bag by my desk.

I continued to unpack the necessities before feeling my eyes start to become heavy again. A knock from my door woke me up.

"Hey sweetie, how's unpacking going?" My mom questioned. She looked tired from everything and I assumed I did as well.

"It's going fine. I unpacked what I needed. I think I'll just unpack the rest tomorrow. I'm really tired." My mom nodded sympathetically.

"Well get some good rest for school tomorrow." I nodded in agreement and she gave me a nod before leaving the room. I got up and closed the door behind her, setting the box on my bed on the ground and away so I wouldn't trip over it. I pulled the covers back and dressed in my pajamas before lying down. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep.

I woke up to the annoying buzzing of my alarm clock. I rubbed my eyes and clicked the off switch before sitting up after a second of letting my eyes adjust. Sunshine filtered in gently through the curtains I had put up. I pushed myself out of bed and grabbed a simple yet cute outfit. One that never failed to make me feel confident. The more confident I feel in the simple things, the more confident I'll feel in myself. I walked to the bathroom and took a quick shower before drying off. I dressed in the clothes and hung the towel up before heading downstairs.

"Good morning." My mom greeted me and I gave her a smile. I was still tired but the shower had managed to wake me up slightly.

"Good morning." She was finishing up a plate of pancakes before setting them on the table.

"I made breakfast." She said cheerfully and I sat down, digging in.

"This is really good. Thanks mom!" It was nice to have a real breakfast. Most of the time breakfast was a granola bar or something similar. Cereal if I was lucky. She smiled and made small talk while I ate. I cleaned up the dishes and headed upstairs to finish getting ready. I styled my (H/L) (H/C) hair and checked over everything, adding a little makeup and grabbing my bookbag.

"I'm leaving for school!" I called out to my mom.

"Alright, be safe and have a good day!" She yelled back. I left and started walking to the school. It wasn't much of a walk, only about five minutes or so. I looked at the school and the nervousness returned, making me nearly feel nauseous. I gripped my bag and walked into the school. There were already a decent amount of kids, all gathered in their respective groups and chatting while they waited for the bell. I walked into the main office and waited, the receptionist soon looking up and giving me a kind smile.

"H-Hi, I'm (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). I just transferred here." I mentally cursed myself for stuttering.

"Oh, Ms. (Y/L/N), yes. Here's your schedule." She handed me a piece of paper and I swiftly skimmed the words and times.

"Sidney, would you please show (Y/N) around?" A brunette girl stood from a chair not too far from me. She had her bag over her shoulder and a textbook or two in her arms. She nodded to the receptionist and then smiled at me.

"Hi, I'm Sidney Prescott." She introduced herself and I did the same. "Nice to meet you! Guess we should start looking around before the bell rings." She looked at the paper in my hand. "Oh, Mr. James? He's your homeroom teacher. He's pretty nice." She explained and we started to walk around to the classes. I'm really happy she seems so nice. This is already making this whole thing a thousand times easier. The whole tour didn't really take too long and when we got to the final class she smiled. "We have History and English together. We also have the same lunch. If you want you can hang out with my friends and I today." I smiled shyly.

"O-Oh, thanks! Yeah um...I'll probably sit with you if you don't mind." If she minded she wouldn't have offered. She waved her hand and smiled.

"It's no big deal." She reassured me and I nodded. "We usually sit by the water fountain in the front of the campus. Just meet us there when you want." She smiled and I nodded. Suddenly the bell rang, signaling that we needed to start heading to class.

"Alright well, I'll see you later." I smiled and she nodded with agreement before we both left to go to our homerooms. As I walked I felt like someone was staring at me. I turned and looked around but nobody stood out. If anyone's looking it's probably because I'm new. Don't really know why anyone would stare otherwise. I made my way to the class and took a seat at an empty desk. It was more secluded but I was happy about it. Just want to sort of fly under the radar until I feel comfortable enough to start making friends.

I was pulled from my thoughts when a noisy boy entered the room with other boys behind him. He was definitely tall and he seemed energetic for it being so early in the morning. He high-fived the boys and I caught something about football being talked about. Figures. I set my bag by my desk and grabbed out a notebook, copying my schedule into it in case I lost mine. The second bell rang and signaled the start of class. I saw someone sitting at the desk next to mine. Why would anyone sit here when there's plenty of open- oh. Him. The same tall boy I had seen earlier had now planted himself at the desk beside me.

"Hey!" He said in a louder tone than I had expected. I looked at him.

"Hi." My voice was much quieter than his and less energetic.

"So you're the new girl, huh? Sid kept talking 'bout how someone new was coming to school." I raised my eyebrow a bit. I guess he's friends with Sidney? I nodded in response to his question. "So what's your name, sunshine?" He asked in a playful tone.

"(Y/N)." I said and smiled so he knew I wasn't trying to be rude. My answers sound short even though I don't mean for them to. I'm just awkward. He smiled brightly and nodded. He gives me puppy dog vibes.

"Well nice to meetcha, (Y/N). I'm Stu."

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