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Title: Show of Strength

Pairing: Eddie Munson & Female Reader

Summary: Hawkins has gone to hell in a handbasket and you might just be having what is quickly becoming the worst night of your life. Unfortunately, it’s about to get a whole lot worse.

Word Count: 7832

Content Warning: Language. Injuries and taking care of said injuries. Bad relationship with a parent (I don’t know if that’s something that needs a warning and it doesn’t get too bad, but better safe than sorry).

Notes: I first started writing this about a half an hour after seeing the last episode of S4, because stuff desperately needed to be fixed in my opinion. I’m actively rejecting what we were given and this is my take on an alternate version.

This is the same Reader insert as I used in Spellbound, but it is in no way to necessary to read that story first. I think that this works as a stand-alone as well.

Beta read by the lovely @adrille88, who had to change everything to the American spelling because I always write in the British spelling 🤣 Thanks again! Any remaining mistakes are all mine.

Tagging @quantumlocked310 @punkrocknpearls @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

*****

Your mom was yelling at you to just pack your things and get into the car.

“But why?” You were still putting things back where they belonged. You were currently holding a broken statue of a sausage dog that you’d had since you were a kid, wondering if you might be able to glue it back together. It wasn’t that you had particularly liked it, but you were nothing if not sentimental. “Because of an earthquake?”

The quake hit about two hours previous. You could still hear the sirens off in the distance and could see the smoke that was painted orange from the flames billowing up into the sky in the city center whenever you looked out the window.

Some of the neighbors who had gone downtown to check on their family and friends, had come back looking terrified, lost, heartbroken and many other different things. They all looked like they had just witnessed the end of the world and that scared the crap out of you.

Bridget, a woman who was in your mother’s book club and who lived five doors down, had come back looking like she was on the verge of having a mental breakdown. Your mother had tried to speak to her, but it was like Bridget hadn’t heard her at all. She just kept walking to her house and everyone in the neighborhood must have heard her anguished howls as soon as she was inside. You knew that her sister lived downtown with their mother and didn’t even want to know what she had found there.

Then your mother started speculating about all the things that could be going on, and worse, what could have caused it.

“It’s that kid next door,” you heard her ranting at your father from your spot near the window, referring to your neighbor and how he and his friends played, what she liked to call, satanic games. Your mother had never struck you as being particularly religious before, but you could see her clutching the old crucifix that hung from her neck a lot lately. She gripped that thing so tightly that she was in danger of fusing it with her palm entirely. “Him and that cult!”

“Mom, for fuck’s sake,” you called out. Her increasing paranoia about what was going on in town ever since Chrissy Cunningham’s death was driving you up the walls. “Gareth is a total nerd. They just play games together.”

“That’s what they say that they’re doing, but I know better!” Your mother yelled back and threw in a quick, “Language!”

Your dad was unable to calm her down and merely stood by helplessly as she continued on her rant. The only way to silence her was to retreat to your room where you managed to have some peace and quiet until your mother burst in later, told you to pack and announced that you were going to visit your aunt who lived in Idaho.

“Mom?”

“Don’t argue with me, young lady, we need to go.”

“I can’t just leave! I have stuff to do!”

Your mind immediately jumped to Eddie. You hadn’t seen that much of him lately, seeing how he had gotten accused of murder not too long ago, but you just knew that he was laying low somewhere. After some of the basketball assholes had come over to Gareth’s house and had threatened to break his hand, it had made the threat more real somehow. It had served as a stark reminder, making it more apparent that things had changed so considerably that you weren't sure if they could ever go back to normal.

“Like what?” Your mother started throwing stuff into a suitcase since you didn't seem to want to move from your spot, picking things from your closet completely at random. “What could be more important?”

“I need to see if-“ You swallowed up your words. You’d almost told your mother exactly why you needed to stay and given all the insane shit that she had been spewing about Eddie and the Hellfire Club, it was likely that your mother wouldn’t have been particularly thrilled if you had finished your sentence. “Exams are coming up!” You blurted out the first thing that you could think of. “Graduation! I can’t go!”

“So? You can take exams in Idaho.”

“Yeah right. They’ll probably make me repeat the entire goddamn year. I’m not doing that.”

“Language!” You rolled your eyes when your mother raised her voice again. “Just start packing.” She walked over to you and took your hands in hers. She almost seemed normal for a few seconds. “We need to go, sweetie. Can’t you see that?”

“Mom-“

“Just do it. Please.” She let go of you, turned around and made her way back to the hallway. She paused in the doorway and said, “I’m not asking again.”

You looked at the suitcase on your bed helplessly, not wanting to comply with her demand, but feeling like you didn't have much of a choice.

It hadn’t always been this bad, but ever since the big town meeting that Jason Carver had interrupted, who was spewing nothing but insane nonsense about Eddie and the Hellfire Club, your mother had gotten more unhinged. She joined a neighborhood watch team and had gotten sucked in by some crazy theories that some of the other people there were spewing.

She had also forbidden you from speaking to Gareth, a request that you hadn’t exactly obeyed.

The second that his name popped into your head, you knew what you had to do.

Grabbing a backpack from your closet, you threw in some essentials. A pair of jeans, a couple of shirts, underwear, even a couple of much loved paperbacks, you know, stuff that you might need, and then you quietly snuck out of your window.

The only option that you had was to go over to Gareth’s place and ask him to hide you for a couple of days.

Your mother would never suspect you of breaking her wacko rule in regards to him. She had no idea that you’d already been sneaking out at night to sit with the boy that you’d known your entire life. The two of you would talk about what was going on and how everyone in Hawkins was collectively losing their mind.

When Jason and his stooges came round to Gareth’s house to look for Eddie, you had been so furious that they had come for your friend (and your boyfriend, naturally), that you had almost gone over to Hawkins PD to report it as a hate crime. The only reason that you hadn’t done that was because of Gareth’s refusal to come with you.

The walk from your house to his wasn’t far, about 60 feet, max. You’d never measured it, but you didn’t need to. Fact was, that you knew that short walk like the back of your hand.

Your bedroom windows had always faced each other, and when you had been kids, the two of you had developed an elaborate signaling system with flashlights. That very same battered old flashlight was now in your backpack along with all the other things.

Before you even had a chance to knock on Gareth’s bedroom window however, you heard someone call out your name.

You turned in the direction that the voice had come from and could see a kid emerge from the tree line that bordered the back of your house. You immediately picked up on his rather severe limp and how he winced every time his sore foot connected with the ground.

“You’re that Henderson kid. Dustin,” you said when he got close enough.

You’d seen him around Eddie a couple of times, but you had never really talked to him before. He was one of the kids that you had at one time lovingly referred to as “strays”, since Eddie seemed to have a tendency to adopt every single one of them. He had done the same thing with Gareth many years previous. Eddie had a thing for people who just seemed kind of lost, as if he had one day decided to start collecting them.

“Yeah,” he replied as he limped up to you. He repeated your name again when he was standing next to you, as if he was testing it out, just to check if he had found the right person. When you gave him a brief nod, he continued, “I was looking for you.”

“Oh,” you said, a little surprised. And then, when you had taken another closer look at him added, “Jesus, you look like shit.” It looked like he had dressed himself for an upcoming war. What on Earth had he been up to this evening? Playing war games in the forest with his friends? “Are you okay?”

“Fine, never better,” he replied hurriedly. “I’m going to need you to come with me right now please?”

His question took you aback since you didn’t really know him. You just knew how highly Eddie always spoke about him, how Dustin Henderson was going to be the one that he’d entrust the Hellfire Club to after he finally graduated.

“What? But why?”

“Because I was told to come get you.” He tried to grab your arm, but you pulled it away from his grasp. “I don’t have all night,” he sounded exasperated and like he was done with you, but you had no idea whether that was because he was annoyed with you specifically or simply because he had a very taxing night. “Please?”

“Lots of people pleading with me tonight,” you said under your breath. Dustin sighed deeply in irritation. Whatever was going on, it was obviously important and Eddie’s blind trust in this kid made you trust him too, even if his request was still weird, to say the least. “But fine. Tell me one thing though?” He gave you a brief nod and you continued. “Where are you going to take me?”

“The lake.”

Convinced that you were going to follow him, despite the fact that you hadn’t explicitly said that you would, the Henderson kid started walking in the direction of the forest trail that he had just come from.

You briefly wondered if you should be offering to support him since he looked like he could barely even walk at all.

“Lover’s Lake?” Why a young boy was even interested in taking you there was beyond you, but you followed him regardless. “Why are we going there? And can you even walk that far?”

“I didn’t walk all the way here.” It sounded like he was annoyed with you again, but you still had no clue why. “I drove.”

“You. Drove.” This was getting more ridiculous by the second. “How old are you exactly? Thirteen?”

“Almost fifteen actually.” He stopped and turned around suddenly. “Jesus, if I had known that you were this annoying, I would have asked someone else to take the honors of getting you.”

“I’m annoying?!” You couldn’t stop yourself from raising your voice at him, all the frustrations of the night suddenly spilling out. “There was a massive earthquake, the downtown area is on fire, my mom wants to fucking move to fucking Idaho as we speak, the phones are dead so I can’t even call my best friend to tell her what’s going on.” The words kept coming as if a dam had just broken. “I was just on my way to ask Gareth to hide me in his fucking house and then you appeared from out of nowhere and told me to come with you when I don’t have a damn clue why. If anyone should be annoyed, it should be me!”

You were out of breath when you reached the end of your rant. It felt like you were stuck in some nightmare and you pinched your arm in the vain hope that you might wake up.

You didn’t.

“You done?” Dustin looked less than impressed, more frustrated with you than earlier even, and jerked his head in the direction that you had been walking in before. “Steve’s waiting.”

“Steve?” You frowned, but followed him anyway. Whatever the hell was going on, you really wanted to know what it was now. It wasn’t like this night could get any crazier anyway. “Steve who?”

“Harrington,” he replied. “Steve Harrington.”

“Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington?”

“Yep. Come on. Keep moving.”

It was ridiculous that a kid with a limp was managing to walk faster than you, but here you were. You kept tripping up because you weren’t exactly paying attention to where you were going.

That was because your mind had gone into overdrive, trying to figure out why the hell Steve Harrington, aka ‘The Hair’ aka ‘King Steve’ aka ‘The King of Hawkins High’, even wanted to take you to Lover’s Lake to begin with.

Maybe he was trying to get lucky with as many girls as he could under the pretext of the world coming to an end? It wasn’t exactly beyond the realm of possibilities.

But if that was the case, why would he even come to you anyway? You barely knew the guy. Yeah, you’d crushed on him in school, but every girl had a crush on him. Yeah, he winked and tried to flirt with you whenever you rented a movie at Family Video, but he did that to every girl that set foot in the place. He wasn’t exactly picky.

You would have been flattered once, but you were seeing Eddie now so you had to figure out a way to let Steve down nicely. You didn't think that it was possible to do so, but it wasn't like you wanted to break the guy's heart.

There were no words between you and Dustin after his small revelation. You simply followed him in silence, while your brain ran at a million miles an hour, mentally rehearsing every rejection line that came to mind.

The two of you eventually came across a dirt road and you could see Steve’s burgundy car parked there. The man himself was leaning against it casually, looking too cool for his own good.

“Oh, hey,” Steve said when he saw you approaching. “You got her,” he addressed Dustin before turning back to you. “Great.”

You came to a stop a few feet away from him and you started twisting the hem of your faded yellow and orange hoodie between your sweaty palms. It felt like you were choking, your chest burning from the nerves.

Neither Steve nor Dustin seemed to notice your unease and they talked amongst themselves for a bit before Steve opened the door to the passenger side for you. He then looked at you, a slight smile on his lips, as if to say “what are you waiting for, get in.”

“I’m so sorry, Steve,” you blurted out suddenly. “But I can’t do this.”

Steve was looking at you as if your head had just caught fire, a frown creasing his perfect brow. “Can’t do what?” he asked, his hand still on the handle. “You don’t have to worry about anything. Yeah, sure, he’s a mess, but he’ll be fine.”

“The kid?” You pointed at Dustin, wondering what he even had to do with it. “Why’d you even send him anyway? You can’t use kids for your… your…”

“My what?” Steve looked at Dustin with his eyebrows raised and then back at you again. “Wait, what do you think we’re going to do anyway?“

“You want to take me to Lover’s Lake? Which is weird by the way! Hawkins is burning and you want to get lucky. Who even does that!”

“Henderson!” Steve smacked the back of Dustin’s head suddenly. It snapped you out of your weird train of thought instantly. “You didn’t even tell her?”

“Tell her what?” The kid rubbed the back of his head. “I was just supposed to get her. No one specified that I had to tell her anything. A lot of bad shit was happening, Steve.” The way that the annoyance just dripped into his voice hadn’t escaped you.

“Fuck’s sake, Henderson. You idiot.” Dustin looked insulted, but he managed to hold in the rest of his ire. “Look,” Steve addressed you again. “I’m not going to do anything weird or anything. Jesus, that’s the last thing that I’m thinking of right now. I’m just driving you to the lake because Eddie asked us to.”

“Eddie?!” When your voice shot up, you covered your mouth with your hand, shocking yourself with your tone. You were standing right in front of Steve a split second later. “W-why is he at the lake? What is he even- I mean, you know what I mean. And why would he send you?”

“Relax,” Steve said with an easy smile. “We’re friends.”

“Friends? But he never once mentioned you!”

“Yeah, so it’s a new thing I guess,” he scoffed with a roll of his eyes, as if that even explained anything. “Please get in the car. I’ll explain on the way there.”

You didn’t hesitate this time.

The drive to the lake wasn’t a long one and Steve gave you some details about what Eddie had been up to until tonight, with Dustin adding in some details as well, his voice noticeably calmer than before. Apparently Eddie had gotten himself injured during the earthquake earlier somehow. You weren’t exactly offered a lot of details in regards to how he had gotten injured, but you would see for yourself soon enough.

There were a couple of cabins dotted around the lake and hidden amongst the trees that lined it. Some modest ones and a couple that looked like they might fall apart if there was ever a brisk wind. The one that you were driving up to was clearly one of the more expensive ones. Two stories with a large porch, partly cladded in wood to make it fit into its surroundings, but also modern in a way.

You barely noticed it at the time.

As soon as the car pulled up outside, you practically launched yourself out of the car. You were on the porch in no time at all, wrenching the front door open and dashing inside.

“Past the kitchen, first door on the right,” Steve called after you when you stepped inside.

When you pushed the door open, it collided so harshly with the wall behind it, that you startled yourself. And also, inadvertently, Robin Buckley, who you knew from school and her job at Family Video. You had never actually seen someone jump a foot in the air before until then.

“Jesus!” Robin swore loudly, not even looking at you at first. “Couldn’t you have-“ When she saw who it was, her face fell and she launched into an apology. “Oh fuck, I’m sorry. I thought that it was Dustin, Nance or Steve, but it’s just you-“

She rambled on, but you barely heard her because your eyes were focused entirely on one thing and one thing alone.

“Oh my god,” you managed to choke out.

Eddie was laying on the bed, shirtless, with his torso and arms crudely bandaged up. The once white cloth had already turned red in several places. There were some clear patches of skin in between the tangle of bindings, but you had difficulty noticing them, too shocked to focus on anything apart from all the blood that you were currently seeing. It was incredibly obvious that he was in a lot of pain. When you had first been told that Eddie had gotten injured, you hadn’t expected that it would be this bad.

Eddie coughed once when he heard your voice and he grabbed at his chest while his features twisted into a painful grimace for a split second. Even breathing seemed to hurt. “Hey,” he croaked when he turned his face in your direction. “Trust me, it looks worse than it actually is.” He even had the audacity to smirk, an entirely vain attempt to downplay his current state.

A sob tore through you and you were sitting on the edge of the bed in no time at all. Your hand hovered over him, afraid to touch since he was so obviously in pain, and you ended up placing it on your lap instead.

Robin nervously exited the room behind you two, still apologizing, knowing that her presence wasn’t wanted and with no desire to want to stick around anyway.

“What happened to you?” Your vision was swimming, already beginning to fill with tears. You hated the fact that it made your sight clouded and blurry, unable to see him properly. “Was it those assholes from the basketball team?”

“Not exactly,” Eddie replied with a grim half-smile. “I’ll tell you someday.”

“You’d better,” you sniffled and looked down at your hands, still unsure what you should be doing with them. Eddie’s large hand covered yours suddenly and you were immediately struck by how dirty and bloody it was. “Jesus, Eddie, I need to clean this. I’ll go get some-“

“No,” he said firmly and you stopped your rise from the bed. “Just sit with me a bit first, okay?”

“Okay.”

Whenever he moved, you could see his muscles twitch. It physically hurt you to see him in this much pain and if you could have done anything to remedy it, you would have.

His grip on your hand was firm, squeezing hard whenever another wave of pain tore through him. You wiped at your eyes with the back of your free hand, desperately trying not to let any tears fall, but when you took in a deep shuddering breath, Eddie’s eyes focused on yours.

“Babe, are you crying?”

“No,” you muttered, but it didn’t sound very convincing, especially not since that was the exact moment that the tears did decide to fall.

“You are.” He reached up with his other hand and wiped it over your cheek, accidentally creating a wet stripe instead. “Why are you crying?”

“You look like shit, Eddie.”

“Thanks,” he couldn't stop himself from chuckling softly. “Good to see you too.”

“I’m sorry, but you do.” Eddie kept trying to wipe away every single tear that appeared and soon your cheeks were streaked with them. If anything, he had only made it worse. “I haven’t seen you in days and I was so worried.”

“I’m sorry, baby, but I couldn’t exactly get in touch with you.”

“I know. I don’t blame you for staying away.” You reached up so you could cover his hand with yours and you leaned into his touch. “And now that I’m finally with you, you look like this.”

“You don’t think I look good? Heroic, even?”

“You’ll always be my hero.” A small smile appeared on your lips. “You should know that.”

In a sense, he did know. It wasn’t like you had ever tried to hide how much you admired the way that he had taken all the shit that people threw at him, all their misconceptions, all their hate, and had turned it into a shield instead.

The two of you were silent for a moment, merely hanging onto each other, hands squeezing each other for comfort, which was something that you had sorely missed these last few days. You had missed him.

“I wanna kiss you so bad right now,” he eventually said softly. “But everything hurts.”

“Oh yeah?” You dipped your head down and ghosted your lips over his teasingly. “Allow me, sweet prince.”

The kiss was gentle and sweet. You could taste a slight tang of iron on his lips, dried up blood mixed in with weed (as a form of pain relief, you assumed), but you didn’t care.

This was the first time in days that you had kissed him and if you could have it your way, you’d make it last even longer. You attempted to pour everything into that kiss, every ounce of want, every shed tear, everything.

But the spell was broken when you pulled your hand from his grasp and brought it up to his chest. Your fingertips gingerly brushed over one of the bandages, making him wince from your touch.

Eddie looked embarrassed when you pulled away, but you pressed your lips to his forehead instead and let them linger there for a short while.

“It’s okay,” you assured. “I shouldn’t have touched you.”

“Don’t say that,” he muttered. “Don’t apologize for touching me.”

“Okay, I won’t,” you replied. "Didn't mean to hurt you, that's all."

His face was the only spot that didn’t look quite as injured as the rest of him so you brushed your fingers over his temples, his forehead, his nose, everywhere that wasn’t scratched. Eddie settled into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed so he could focus on what you were doing more.

“That feels good,” he sighed. “Missed you.”

“Missed you too.”

Now that you were taking your time, you found more spots that were free from injury. There were still a lot of them there, but you did your utmost to concentrate on the good in between all this bad. Your hands were on his upper arms, still doing your utmost to keep your touch as light as possible, when you spoke again.

“I know that you don’t want to go to the hospital right now, because even I can see what a bad idea that would be, but some of these probably need changing” you said as you pulled away reluctantly. “So please, let me look after you, alright?”

Eddie opened his eyes when he didn’t feel your hands on him anymore and he looked at you as if he wasn’t entirely sure whether he was dreaming or not. He flashed you an almost pitiful smile and said, “What would I do without you, huh?”

“Be miserable.”

“Obviously.”

He reached an arm out, signaling that he needed you to help him. You were careful when you helped him up into a sitting position and you hated yourself when you saw his body tense up from the pain.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized. “About this.”

“Not your fault,” he said weakly. “I did this to myself.”

“I still feel bad.” You helped him to his feet, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to support him, and led him into the adjoining bathroom. There was a small stool there that you helped him sit down on. “I don’t like to see you get hurt.”

“You don’t?”

“Of course I don’t. I’m not some kind of monster that likes to see her guy get hurt.” You could feel yourself stiffening up momentarily. You’d never actually called him ‘your guy’ before. It felt like an oddly significant moment, and you had simply blurted it out like it was nothing. “I’m sorry I- that didn’t come out right.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Eddie’s beautiful brown eyes seemed to sparkle and you couldn’t help but blush when you saw how soft and full of love they were. “You thought that I’d hate being called that?“

“No, I-“ You started to talk, but then bit your lower lip nervously and averted your gaze. “I didn’t think that you’d mind. It’s just that… I dunno… don’t want you to think that I’m half-assing it. I mean it. Genuinely.” You felt his hand on your cheek, tilting your face back so you were forced to look at him. “You are my guy,” you repeated. “And I’m not just saying that to make you feel better.”

“Well, it‘s working,” he replied. “Making me feel better, I mean.”

“Is that your way of telling me to say it more often?”

“Yes?”

“Fine. Don’t mind if I do then, but don’t blame me when you get sick of it.” You smiled at him and opened up some cabinets until you found an old first aid kit. You leaned over him and started to remove the applied bandages very carefully, your nose scrunching up in disgust when you saw some of the wounds up close. “Jesus, Eddie. Some of these might need stitches.”

“Could you…?”

“No,” you said as you shook your head. “I took first aid classes, but they failed to teach us how to stitch people up.” Your eyes fell on his trousers and then went back up to his face. “Are there some on your legs as well?”

“Is this just a trick to get me naked?”

“You caught me. I‘ve been dying to take advantage of you this entire time,” you laughed. “Nothing hotter than a guy who’s injured.”

“Chicks do dig scars.”

“These are a little bit too fresh for that, moron.” You started helping him out of his trousers. He lifted his ass up so you could remove them, and he promptly dug his fingernails into your shoulders when you slid them down his legs. “Looks worse than it is, my ass,” you said under your breath. “You liar.”

“Hey, what kind of guy would I be if I showed my girl that I was in pain?”

“Oh yeah, because you were hiding it so well up until now.”

He grinned wryly and watched as you removed the bandages from his legs as well. You had no idea who had put them on, but it was a good thing that you were here to redo them. Eddie could have gotten infections if they had been left on for too long and it could have gotten worse from there.

You took your time cleaning out the wounds with water, then with disinfectant. You did your best to make sure that everything was as sterile as possible, but you would probably have to clean and redress the wounds multiple times a day for a while.

Eddie, for his part, was a trooper about it. You knew that he was in a lot of pain, but he never once complained or told you that it hurt. He’d merely squeeze his eyes shut, breathe in deeply through his nose, and grab your arm or shoulder if it was particularly painful.

When you were done, you briefly considered cleaning his hair as well. His beloved curly mane was greasy and dirty, but that was the least of his problems right now.

Another time.

You helped him back to bed and while you had intended to leave him alone for a short while, feeling guilty over keeping him awake all this time, the fact that he opened his arms for you indicated that he didn’t want you to go just yet. So you lay down next to him, resting your head against a part of his chest that wasn’t quite as injured, and let him wrap his arms around you.

The two of you lay in silence for a while, neither of you sure what to talk about.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he said after a couple of minutes. “For all of this.”

“Please don’t.” You reached for his hand on your side and gave it a comforting squeeze. “You’ve obviously been through some shit, no other word for it. So don’t feel bad, okay? Please?”

“Okay.” His reply sounded pitiful and you just knew that he was beating himself up over it in his head right now. “I’ll change the subject,” he said eventually. “How have you been holding up these last couple of days?”

You told him everything. Anything to get him to stop feeling sorry for himself. You told him about the most mundane crap that had happened to you, simply to keep his mind off of things, and you avoided what everyone in town had been saying about him and how much it had hurt you to hear all the lies. You’d been close to calling people out on spreading such vile lies about the person that you loved, but that would have brought unnecessary attention with it.

The events of this evening were what you ended with, the earthquake and how your mother seemed to have gone off the deep end entirely. You mentioned your plans, about how you were going to hide at Gareth’s place, but then Dustin found you and your plans changed considerably.

“That’s all,” you said at the end.

“Wow,” he replied. “So you were going to-“

“-run away, to Gareth's place, which is next door,” You finished the sentence for him with a giggle at the ridiculousness of it all. “This is a better hiding spot though.”

“I know. I was hiding near here for a couple of days myself." You were glad that you didn't know where he had been hiding at the time, because you knew that you would have come looking for him if you had known. "Was safe there for a while too, but they found me in the end.”

You had already heard the whispers around town about what had happened at the Lake. One of the guys from the basketball team, Patrick McKinney, had come to a grizzly end there and Jason Carver had claimed that Eddie had been responsible for his death. Despite that news, you had been glad that they hadn't caught Eddie and that he had managed to evade capture for a couple of more days.

“Why’d you come back here to begin with? You guys didn't think that it might be dangerous?”

“Dustin checked it out first and Steve’s parents know the people who own this place. They’re on holiday apparently so… no one here,” he replied matter of factly. “I dunno if the cops ever checked any of the other houses in the area, but they probably have other things on their mind than to pay attention to this place.”

“Probably,” you repeated. “Everyone’s downtown, but we should probably move eventually.”

“That’s my girl,” Eddie said with amusement in his voice. “Always thinking ahead.”

“That’s why you have me.” You squeezed his hand again and turned your head so you could press your lips against his chest. “So you won’t be miserable and so I can think ahead for you.”

Hearing him laugh in reply filled you with warmth and you snuggled a bit closer into his side. For the first time that evening, you were filled with a sense of hope that was flickering to life in your chest. It felt like a small flame that was growing in size and you hoped that you could hang onto it for a while longer.

You vowed to yourself not to let it slip from your grasp too easily. No, you would hang onto it with all your might. Letting go was not an option.

*****

It took some time, but Eddie fell asleep eventually. You could tell that he had been fighting it for a while, but exhaustion took over in the end.

Slipping out of his grasp carefully, taking care not to wake him, you sat on the edge of the bed and looked over him for a short while. You could feel the pricks of tears in your eyes already and tried to force them away, which miraculously seemed to work.

Getting to your feet, you decided to see if anyone was still up, see if they could answer some burning questions.

There were some hushed voices coming from the living room when you stepped out into the hallway, but as soon as your foot touched a creaky floorboard, it went quiet.

You saw Robin and Steve sitting on the couch, both of them looking at you wide-eyed. You couldn’t see Dustin around so you assumed that he had either gone home or was asleep somewhere else.

“What the hell even happened to him?”

Since Eddie wasn’t exactly forthcoming and you didn’t want to press him, they were the only people where you could get answers. The duo exchanged a look first, as if they were silently communicating with each other, as if they could get their stories straight simply by sharing a look.

“He had an accident,” Robin started saying. You almost scoffed, since it was pretty clear to anyone that Eddie had indeed had an accident. “He-he fell. Yeah, that’s right.” She sounded more confident then, as if she had just come up with the only logical way to explain away all this. “He fell.”

You dug your fingernails into the palms of your hands. This was pretty insulting since the degree of his injuries were not something that could be excused away by some random accident.

“Robin,” Steve cut her off before she could say that Eddie had simply rolled down a flight of stairs or something stupid like that. “Please don’t.” He said your name and got you to focus on him before he continued. “We were doing something really stupid right before the earthquake hit.”

“Oh yeah?” Inwardly you were slapping yourself, angry more with yourself than anything else. You should have been there for Eddie, should have been with him, maybe then this wouldn’t even have happened at all. "Like what?"

“Yeah,” Steve said with a quick nod. “You know those caves? The ones near Skull Rock?”

The caves. You did know about them.

Your older brother had at one time managed to convince you that a huge monster had made his home in those caves. It hadn’t been true, of course it hadn't, but he didn’t want you to go near there and that was the only way he knew how to keep you away from them.

It was one of the reasons why you still didn’t want to go near them today, all because your dumb brother had put the fear of God into you when you were little.

“You were in the caves?” The hairs on your arms stood up, making you rub your hands over them. “Why?”

“Because it’s fun?” Robin offered.

“Those caves aren’t fun,” you replied angrily.

“Henderson wanted to go,” Steve cut in. “He’s always building stuff, electronics, and he had some new device that he wanted to test.”

A frown appeared on your brow. This whole story was unlikely, but Eddie had mentioned before that Dustin was some kind of whiz kid so maybe it wasn’t impossible? You didn’t know the kid well enough to make any assumptions about what he liked to build in his free time, but plenty of people liked to build receivers and stuff so it could be true.

“And then what?”

“It was dark down there, obviously, so we took flashlights.” You were very much aware of the fact that Steve was making this up on the fly, but he never paused or wavered, seemingly used to coming up with quick excuses when he needed to. “So Dustin was setting up this thing, right? And then Eddie’s flashlight kinda stopped working. He starts hitting it with his hand, trying to get it to work again, and that was when he slipped.”

“But,” you were barely able to contain your anger over being lied to like this. “He has all these… these marks on his body. Some are bite marks.” You shuddered just thinking about it. You could see the marks every time you blinked, on the inside of your eyes, as if they had been burned straight into your retinas. “How would he even get those if he fell? I don’t believe that shit for one second-“

“Oh!” Robin suddenly exclaimed. She slapped her forehead hard, trying to make it seem like she had just remembered something, but her palm had connected with her skin so hard that she swore under her breath and started rubbing at the already redding mark. “We forgot about the bats!”

You blinked once. You could see Steve’s foot moving swiftly, the sole of his shoe making contact with Robin’s foot. She exchanged an angry look with him and Steve merely shook his head in response.

“Bats?” You rubbed your temples, not sure what you were hearing right now, but you could swear that this entire conversation was going to give you a headache.

“Yeah, big ones.” Robin kept talking and Steve groaned next to her as he ran a hand through his hair. “Like, really big ones.”

“Why would bats attack Eddie?”

“Because they were scared? Yeah, yeah, they were scared. So, Eddie just… just fell into their lair and then the earthquake freaked them out so they got pissed off and then they attacked him.” She looked almost pleased with herself that she had come up with this. “Because, maybe, they thought that Eddie was responsible for it?”

“You do realize that the bats that we have round here aren’t that big? You’d need something the size of a fruit bat or a flying fox to do that amount of damage.”

“Right! And that’s the kind that attacked him. One of those.”

“They live in Asia,” you said irritatedly.

“Maybe they got lost?”

“This is such a massive pile of bullshit. You expect me to believe that a colony of huge bats flew halfway across the world to relocate to Hawkins and then attacked Eddie?”

“Look, I know that it sounds weird, but it’s the only explanation that we’ve got right now," Steve interjected and it was made pretty clear that these were the only answers that you were going to get. "Let's just focus on what's really important here. How is he?"

“Someone had better fill me in eventually. I don’t like being lied to," you said with a sigh whilst shaking your head, even if it felt like you were never going to get any answers. "Eddie's alright, given the circumstances. He finally fell asleep."

“Good,” Steve replied before he got to his feet and shuffled off in the direction of the kitchen. “That’s good.”

When you watched him walk past you, closer than before, you were ashamed that you hadn’t noticed that he was a little worse for wear himself. There was an angry red line running over his throat that looked an awful lot like he had gotten caught somewhere and his head had snapped back at an uncomfortable angle.

You shuddered for what must have been the millionth time since Dustin had come to your place to collect you.

Sitting down next to Robin, who gave you an apologetic look, you looked out the windows next to her. You couldn’t see the smoke from here, but the orange glow was still present in the distance, painting the trees in a similar hue as if the sun was steadily rising beyond the horizon.

Your eyes darted to your wrist, but you weren’t wearing your watch. Maybe the sun was getting ready to start its ascent into the sky, maybe all of this was a bad dream and your alarm would be waking you up soon. You sure as hell hoped that that was the case. The desire to pinch yourself was present yet again, but it hadn’t helped before so you resisted the urge.

“Hey,” you started when a thought suddenly occurred to you and Robin’s head snapped in your direction. “If Eddie had gotten attacked by bats, shouldn’t he be getting a rabies shot or something?”

“That’s what I said!” Robin exclaimed suddenly.

You didn’t miss how her eyes darted over to where Steve was leaning against the wall. You thought that it was odd, but you didn’t get a chance to dwell on it because Robin was already launching headfirst into a lecture about the dangers of rabies.

When Steve rejoined you, he told Robin not to freak you out and their bickering eventually made you laugh. It almost made you forget about the events that lead to this moment.

Almost.

*****

A sudden movement to your side pulled you out of your slumber. You muttered something angrily, still caught in that space between sleep and waking with no realization of your surroundings just yet. Your first instinct was to roll over, away from the source that was trying to wake you, silently begging for just a few minutes…

It wasn't until you heard Eddie's voice, cutting through your dormancy, that your eyes shot open and you sat bolt upright on the bed.

"Get 'em off," he slurred from his sleep-addled state. "Get 'em off," he repeated himself with more urgency this time. "Hend-" The first syllable came out strained, half spoken, cut off because Eddie's hand took a swipe at something invisible on his chest.

Maybe the farfetched story about the bats was true after all.

"Eddie." Having seen enough, you decided that you needed to get him out of this nightmare, so you grabbed his hand before he could tear off any of the carefully applied bandages and gave it a firm squeeze. "It's just a bad dream, Eddie, so wake up, okay? Please?"

When he tried to pull his hand from your grasp, still trying to get invisible assailants off of himself, you started shaking his shoulder carefully as you repeated his name. You saying his name seemed to calm him down enough for him to stop, piercing through his nightmare and driving the demons away.

It only took a short amount of time until he was taking deep steady breaths of air into his lungs once more so you lay down next to him on your side, face turned in his direction and you couldn't help but reach out. Your fingers gingerly brushed over one of the wounds on his cheek, which you instantly regretted when he winced.

Before you could pull away however, Eddie instinctively wrapped his hand around your wrist, his thumb rubbing over your pulsepoint as if to test if you were really there by feeling your heartbeat.

“Baby.” His voice sounded pained, his eyes opening slowly, still slightly glassy when they focused on you. When he smiled at you, all that you could do was wrap your arms around him carefully and pull him against you. Eddie immediately buried his face against your chest. “You’re still here.”

“You thought that I’d leave?”

“Would be better if you did." He breathed in deeply through his nose, taking in your familiar scent. "Safer.”

“Maybe so, but I don’t care,” you replied bluntly. “I’m staying right here. With you. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Thanks, love.”

Your heart must have swelled three sizes in your chest, on the verge of bursting entirely. Eddie always called you ‘baby’ or ‘princess’, but never ‘love’. It was a nice new nickname to receive, and while you weren't entirely sure that you had earned it just yet, it was nice to hear just the same.

You ran your fingers through his hair and you could feel him relax from your touch. His breathing was still wheezy at times, but he was barely coughing now so he was improving ever so slightly. He let out a contented whine when you gently twirled a lock of his hair around your finger.

“You’ll be alright, Eddie,” you said softly with conviction as you kissed the top of his head. There was a long road ahead of you, but you’d manage. Somehow. “You will be alright. I’ll see to that.”

#stranger things #stranger things fic #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #stranger things au #mar writes #mar moodboards

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BLOGTOBER 10/16/2022: GRIMCUTTY

N.B. This review is very spoilery.

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I love internet scare movies. I watch them all. It makes no difference to me whether they're as sophisticated as Kiyoshi Kurasawa's PULSE, as ludicrous as FEAR DOT COM, or as repulsive and pretentious as David Schwimmer's TRUST; expressions of paranoia about the interweb are invariably interesting to me, and often funny. Part of the problem is just the basic unfilmability of the online experience—it almost always comes off as silly unless it's as worked up as THE MATRIX. But the luddite hysteria that underwrites so many of these movies always brings to mind the backwards farmers in GLEN OR GLENDA who gravely warn, "If God had wanted us to fly, he'd have given us wings!" Truthfully, I do believe there are problems with social media and being chronically online, but my level of caution is nowhere near that which is evoked by the absolutely hilarious 2013 Canadian TV show Darknet, which I found utterly fascinating in its fantastical fearmongering. As a fairly online person myself, maybe there is something comforting about the outrage expressed by many of these productions, that is so hyperbolic as to be totally unreal.

I didn't mention Tate Moore (left) in this review because I just wasn't being that thorough, but she's really excellent and I hope she makes more horror movies.

GRIMCUTTY is satisfying to me because ultimately, it isn't really about what happens online—and it specifically does not accuse young people of being brainwashed, overstimulated potential victimizers and victims. Writer-director John Ross's movie clearly references Slender Man-style phenomena in which a meme metamorphoses into a real life threat, but his film is ultimately about parenting, and specifically about the dangers posed by not trusting one's children. Sara Wolfkind plays Asha, a teenager who sparks her parents' ire when she drops out of the track team. Although Asha is just not as interested in sports as her parents think she should be, they blame her choice on internet addiction, and begin implementing increasingly strict rules about device use and screen time. Unfortunately, this conflict corresponds with the growing popularity of a dark online game in which a monstrous entity called Grimcutty coerces kids into self-harm and violence against their parents. Grimcutty is real, but the gag is that it is actually feeding on the paranoia of controlling adults, and faith in it is spread not through antisocial web forums, but by a psychotic mommy blogger who is poisoning the minds of very online parents.

Asha's parents are played by the extremely funny Usman Ally in a great horror turn, and my secret girlfriend Shannyn Sossamon. Amusingly, Sossamon is in a 2005 internet scare movie called DEVOUR, in which a gang of misfit teens get hooked on an online game where they receive threatening phone calls from their own future selves that command them to do bad things. It's hard to describe because it's hard to understand, but it is an early reflection of meme-y internet challenges like the Blue Whale game, which is said to have driven young participants to suicide. GRIMCUTTY seems to refer most directly to the Momo challenge, which grew out of a decontextualized image of a sculpture by Keisuke Aiso, resembling an extremely scary chicken lady. This game takes the format of Blue Whale in that players are given increasingly dangerous dares that culminate in suicide. Of course, it's hard to parse the hoaxes and hype from the real damage done in at least some cases by these challenges, but an even bigger matter of curiosity is, why would anyone agree to participate in one of these games? The adults in GRIMCUTTY blithely remark that kids will do literally anything that becomes trendy, and it is exactly this condescending attitude that contributes to the ensuing horror.

The point there is salient: GRIMCUTTY becomes real not because kids are assholes, but because parents are willing to believe the worst about their own children. Oddly, the movie currently has its own entry on knowyourmeme.com, which the site notes is still being researched and evaluated. One of the pieces of information collected there is a negative review from Mashable that laments the movie's inability to "discover even deeper horrors within the depths of online culture." I think this completely misses the point of the movie, and I suspect maybe a lot of viewers are missing the point in a similar way. This is not about teen lemming mentality, nor is it about the dark bowels of the internet into which we should go only by the grace of god. It's about the threat young people face of being dehumanized and disempowered by adults who can't let them participate in the authorship of their own narratives. I'm not lauding it as a new masterpiece, but having seen a lot of movies in this subgenre, I can say that GRIMCUTTY takes an approach I find very refreshing.

#blogtober #blogtober 2022 #grimcutty #internet scare films #horror #teen horror #memes #sci-fi #science fiction #supernatural #sara wolfkind #usman ally #shannyn sossamon #tate moore

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transphilza · 2 years

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Alrighty more c!Wilbur headcanons from yours truly hee hee

-c!Wilbur uses bisexual to describe both his sexuality and gender. Half because that's what I do and half because I just genuinely think he'd do that. Pre-revival he leaned more toward transmasc but after revival he kind of stopped caring and has no preferences

-c!Schlatt was actually the one to help him realize he was Not Cis. 'cause, you know, they're old friends and all that

-After revival, he has balance issues and chronic pain in his legs. He needs a cane but will not use a cane despite being given a PERFECTLY FINE CANE. I think later on he learns to get used to using it but that first while he just can't

-Hands near constantly shake after revival too. It frustrates him unbelievably so

-is a magnet for stray cats and birds. They love following him around all the time no matter the era. During pogtopia and post-revival, he tried to scare them off multiple times to no avail. Deep down, he's grateful they didn't leave. At least he didn't scare something off

-used to be a bartender pre-canon. Both a professional one and a "mix shit together and see what happens" kind of one. This is why he's not allowed in the kitchen unless it's for baking. He's actually pretty decent at baking courtesy of Niki

-LOVES playing with hair, whether it's his own or someone else's. He mindlessly braids hair when he has nothing else to do. It soothes him

-has a lot of vocal times that include but are not limited to meowing, chirping, singing, singing BY meowing, and making little "brrrp" sounds

-^^^ adding on to this if you touch him while his back is turned to you or when he's asleep he'll make a "brrrp" sound

-It's very hard to sneak up on him though. Old general instincts+paranoia. He knows to watch his back

the c!sweaterduo cameo here i love to see it. also u totally get me the animals LOVE him and he is so confused by it at first but eventually really appreciates their company.

and cwilbur with a cane (eventually) is GOD TIER… i love it as a design feature too and those minthaver drawings of him w/ a cane were srsly a cultural reset for cwilburians across the world like they changed my Life

#talking #SOOOO REAL to all of these #holly re-bi-vebur #c!wilbur hcs

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Fear (Part 5) -Jonathan Crane

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x (female) reader

Warnings: Language, Alcohol, mention of paranoia + insomnia

Summary: Reader sees Jonathan again for the first time since their date.

Author’s Note: HAHAH I’m here with a 5th part after a WHOLE YEAR of not updating 🥰🥰😘😘 anyway lmk if you wanna be on a tag list! -Kelsie

Word Count: 1,389

You were still a bit of a shaking mess after you left his apartment that night. That kind of fear wasn’t something you could just shake off. You fumbled with the key to your apartment before stumbling in.

“Rough night?” Chris said, watching you from the kitchen entrance, her grease stained apron still loose around her petite frame.

You ignored her as you threw your bookbag on the ground before you got to work untying your shoes.

“A professor?” She continued, “really?”

You stayed silent and clumsily kicked your shoes off.

“I didn’t know you were failing,” She joked, “Didn’t the term just start?”

“That’s not why I’m seeing him,” You finally responded, pushing past her to get into the kitchen.

“Is he actually your professor?” She asked, spinning around to face you with an amused look on her face, “He’s so young,”

You quickly grabbed a beer from the fridge before pushing past her again to get to your room.

“Come on,” She whined from the kitchen, “I wanna know all the juicy details,”

You couldn’t tell Chris what had actually happened that night. You ignored her still as you closed your bedroom door behind you before collapsing on your bed. You were exhausted.

You laid for a few moments but sleep wouldn’t take over. You compulsively kept opening your eyes everytime you got close to it. The mere thought of closing your eyes and being stuck in that darkness again kept you lying awake all that night as well as for a few nights following the first date you shared with the professor.

Before you knew it you were slumping into his Tuesday class. He sat with his head down at his desk hunched over some paperwork. Behind him, on the whiteboard, read, “Leave Stanford Prison Experiment paper on front desk”.

Shit. You totally forgot about the homework he assigned last class.

You slowly walked over to his desk where he sat working and hovered silently for a moment before he looked up at you, confused.

“I forgot to do the paper,” You mumbled, shamefully.

A deep blush set into his cheeks and he quickly looked away from your gaze.

“I take you on one date and you suddenly think you’re exempt from the homework,” He says quietly so none of the students already seated could hear.

It was your turn to blush, “That’s not it-” You started before he cut you off.

“It’s okay, I’ll give you an A,”

“I haven’t been sleeping,” You confessed, trying to explain yourself. He looked back up at you now, with a softer expression this time.

“I can’t stop thinking about the darkness,” You said quietly, pausing for a moment as a student swiftly dropped a paper off in between the two of you before heading to their seat, “I’m scared to close my eyes,”

“I shouldn’t have tested it on you,” He said softly, “I’m sorry,”

“I wanted to do it,” You said, pausing again as another student came and left, “I just didn’t want you thinking that I didn’t do the homework because you’d pass me anyway,”

He looked away from you again, avoiding your gaze once more.

“Although I don’t think I would’ve been able to do the assignment anyway,” You confessed, blushing, “I was distracted during the whole film,”

“Distracted?” He asked, looking back at you quizzically.

“By you, silly,” You mumbled, looking down.

He sat stunned for a moment, an awkward demeanor setting in.

“Class should’ve started three minutes ago,” You said quietly, “It seems like I’m being a distraction now,”

He fumbled quickly to move the papers in front of him to see the clock on his desk as you waltzed to the back of the lecture hall to your seat with a smirk on your face.

“Alright class,” He said loudly, as he stumbled to the front of the class, “Everyone quiet. I’ll be grading your papers tomorrow so you’ll have them back by Thursday,”

He quickly pulled the projector clicker from his pocket, turning it on.

“Today we’ll be talking about experiments inspired by the Stanford Prison Experiment,”

The slides shifted into their places in the projector as he clicked through them, explaining each one. Saying you were distracted was an understatement. You couldn’t focus on the slides at all, having him standing there right by the screen.

“Most of these experiments focused on fear,” He said, his hand shifting the mic on his collar as he readjusted his glasses, “As I mentioned on the first day of class..” He trailed off suddenly as he made eye contact with you from the back of class. He stood frozen in place for a moment before a student near the front spoke up.

“Fear fuels everyday life?”

His gaze was taken from you as he looked, confused, at the student who spoke.

“Um,” He paused again, trying to regain his thoughts, “Yea, yes. Fear fuels everyday life. This is, um, why a lot of experiments are done on it,”

He fumbled with the clicker in his hands for a moment, quickly turning the projector off.

“Class is dismissed early today,” He mumbled into the mic before ripping it off his collar.

“What about homework?” A student yelled across the lecture hall, causing an eruption of groans from other students.

“No homework today,” He yelled back before sitting back down at his desk.

As the rest of your class quickly flooded out of the lecture hall, you took your sweet time packing everything into your bag before going back up to his desk once the room was empty.

“What the hell was that,” You laughed, crossing your arms.

“I was distracted,” He mumbled, not taking his eyes away from the humming computer screen in front of him.

You blushed and waited for him to continue, but he didn’t. He didn’t even look at you.

“So um,” You awkwardly played with the hem of your shirt, “We did mention a second date..”

“Mhm,” He mumbled, still not looking over at you.

“Um,” You cleared your throat awkwardly, “Whenever you’re available, I probably will be too, now that I don’t have to do homework,” You joked, earning no response from him.

You stood in silence for a few moments, “Unless you don’t want to?”

He finally peeled his eyes away from his screen to look over at you, “Have you slept at all since Thursday?” He asked, disregarding the previous conversation completely.

“Not really,”

“What are you afraid of,” He asked sternly, his gaze not leaving yours.

“Um,” You looked away from him, quickly, “I don’t want to get stuck in the darkness,” You mumbled, “The emptiness,”

“You won’t,” He said, standing suddenly. You watched as he quickly started shoving all of his papers into his bag.

“Your fear is irrational,” He continued, “There’s never emptiness anywhere,”

“You seemed fascinated by it on Thursday,” You mumbled, embarrassed.

“I’m not judging you,” He said, walking around the desk to stand by you, “I’m just saying you don’t need to be scared of emptiness. I promise you’ll always have something,”

His tone was snarky and you glared up at him, “You’re making fun of me,”

“You need to sleep,” He said, ignoring your previous statement once again, “That’s your homework,”

“I can’t,” You whined, following him out of the classroom and through the hallway of the university, “You don’t understand, when I close my eyes I’m there,”

“I’ll work on a serum to help with the side effects,” He said as he led you out of the main building and outside.

“You didn’t tell me there were side effects,” You said, stopping suddenly.

He stopped a few paces in front of you.

“There weren’t any with me,” He said, turning to face you, “But it’s causing paranoia and insomnia for you,”

“How long will it take to make the serum?”

“I’ll work on it as much as I can this week,” He said, walking back towards you, “I can’t guarantee it by a certain date. But until then, please at least try to sleep,”

“Aw,” You teased, rocking in place slightly, “Are you worried about me Professor?”

A deep blush set in his cheeks and he turned and walked away quickly without saying anything.

“You can’t escape me,” You called, jogging after, “Seriously, we ride the same bus home,”

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excitedlysuffering · 4 years

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Green With Envy

It’s past 2am and my eyes hurt so it’s unedited for now sorry y’all😅

Original Request (from Wattpad account): What makes the boys jealous, if possible?

Guest stars: Sasori and Sai!

Masterlist

Naruto~

Oh, this boy… he’s too oblivious sometimes he doesn’t even know to be jealous. He was at a hot spring with friends once and someone says, “(Y/N) is so hot…” Naruto just grinned and said, “Yeah, she really is.”

But that doesn’t mean he won’t protect your honor. If someone says something a little too… risque like ‘Yeah, I’d tap that’ for example, get ready for more Narutos than you can count all charging you with a Rasengan.

He will not stand other guys cozying up to you. He’s the one who should be blessed with your hugs and cuddles. Won’t hesitate to cause a scene and yell to the entire world that he loves you and won’t let any other guy make a pass at you.

“Naruto, you didn’t need to go that far! You blasted him through three walls!” He’s endearing, really.

Sasuke~

Is jealousy an Uchiha thing or just a Sasuke thing? One of life’s many mysteries. Anywho, unlike Naruto, the second your name is brought up in conversation, he goes on guard and he’s listening closely.

If anything is said that he deems inappropriate, whether it be disparaging or otherwise, Sasuke had better be held back or he just might punch you into next week.

“Sasuke, calm down! He just said I had good taste in clothes!”

Even though he can easily get jealous, he knows the importance of freedom and he trusts you. He won’t come guns blazing (or sword slashing rather) and drag you away unless you need it of course.

The last thing he wants is for you to feel like you’re dating your dad or something. He’s very blunt and if he becomes uneasy with the way another male is talking to you, he’ll let said male know. Maybe after scowling with his Sharingan activated, however.

Neji~

Neji doesn’t really get jealous per se, more like offended on your behalf. Because of his upbringing, which taught him manners and the utmost respect, he really can’t understand talking about girls like they’re objects? Will never refer to a woman as ‘hot’ or anything like that.

If someone even dares speak of you like that, (even if you’re not necessarily together yet) he will fight them, and they will experience the 64 palms technique.

He especially hates people in your personal space. He really does trust you, just not others. Is not afraid to embarrass someone on your behalf. Half the time his glare is enough to scare them off, but some people are just clueless. (They wake up in the hospital)

“Neji! You can’t just throw me over your shoulder and leave! And that guy looked like he had seen a ghost?!” Needless to say, even cool, calm, and collected Neji has his limits.

Shikamaru~

Shika is too laid back to get jealous over little things. Somewhat like Neji, he doesn’t get jealous. He might feel threatened on your behalf, but never jealous. He can trust you with his life why shouldn’t he trust you with your relationship?

However, if someone is clearly harassing you or just generally making you uncomfortable, he will not hesitate to step in and make them leave. He won’t resort to physical violence (too much work), but he will intimidate them or put his genius to use and play some kind of trick on them.

He honestly has endless patience and at the same time no patience? Patience with you if you’re having a pleasant conversation with someone, but will go from 0-100 (or 50, really, anything more is a lot of effort) real quick.

“Shika, that guy thought he was really paralyzed, thanks to your shadow possession!” Being jealous is a waste of time, but clever revenge is always a treat for Shika.

Kiba~

So. Jealous. So. Easily. Kiba is naturally animalistic (in the best way) and just like a dog, can be very possessive. If explicitly asked, he will try to tone down his jealous fits, but will still be protective. If he does have free reign, however, oh boy…

No chill at all, whatsoever. Whether it’s absolutely destroying the object of his rage or just simply making out with you right there. No matter how annoyed he may get, he respects you with every fiber of his being and would never tell you to change or try to control you. He wouldn’t ever embarrass you (unless Kiba and Akamaru pummeling a room full of guys is embarrassing).

Just let him FIND OUT someone is making you feel the slightest bit of unease. One second, they’re chatting you up and then BAM! There’s a flash of white and a huge dog ready to maul them.

“Kiba, what do you mean they all looked at me for too long?! We walked in the door, of course, they turned to look!”

Gaara~

Gaara is a bit of a conundrum, but in a way that makes sense? Like, he doesn’t feel the need to get jealous of guys because when you leave, he’s going to be kissing you goodnight, and he’s the one who gets to spoil you.

However, he will get jealous of little things. Oh, you’ve spent a good amount of time playing with an animal/pet? Be prepared to walk in on Gaara giving them a stern lecture on stealing you from them. Gaara knows he has any potential suitors beat, but tiny adorable animals and children? In his mind, he can never be too cautious.

He gets a little pouty but that can easily be cured with cuddles, sometimes with that evil little pet that stole your affections from him. He can never stay jealous for long, he views it as an unproductive waste of time. He could be actively trying to get your attention, but instead, he’s going to be sulking in a corner? Yeah, no.

“Gaara! Stop scolding my cat, that’s not doing anything!”

Sai~

On the rare occasion that this cinnamon roll gets jealous, he’s confused and shocked. Like just imagine the surprised Pikachu face and that’s him. He knows what jealousy is, he can identify it just fine, but he doesn’t know why he’s jealous.

You aren’t doing anything, all you did was laugh at someone else’s jokes, but still… do you find them funnier than him? Are you going to leave him because he’s not that funny?! Cue the slow onset into insanity… Poor Sai is losing his mind to paranoia and made-up scenarios.

Will most certainly drag you away (gently) from whoever is taking your attention and leave. He doesn’t even bother with a fake smile, they don’t deserve it. He’ll explain to you calmly even though he’s panicking on the inside. Once he is back to normal he’ll show you his nearest artwork.

“What the-! Sai, you can’t just draw caricatures on people’s car!” You don’t even want to know how he figures out which car is theirs...

Kakashi~

Too cocky to be jealous. He has the right to be though because one glance at him without his face mask can cause instant pregnancy. Anywho, he knows you love him and some guy trying to hit on you like some high school douche isn’t going to change that.

He does like to intervene, however, just to flex like ‘yeah, I’m the boyfriend, now get lost’.

He’s not big on PDA, so he won’t start kissing you to ward off strangers, but he will wrap on arm around you or hold your hand and ask who your ‘friend’ is.

When there’s that one stubborn person who won’t take a hint, Kakashi doesn’t mind rocking someone’s world or getting kicked out, he needed to perfect that one offense technique anyways. He’s pretty laid back though, so it has to be somewhat drastic for this though, plus he knows you can handle yourself.

“A thousand years of death?! Isn’t it weird to be poking old men in the butt?!

~Akatsuki~

Pein~

Pfft. Who does he have to be jealous of? He’s a god among mortals, after all. To him, you’re a goddess and as such you belong with someone like him, not the peasants around you.

But on the offhand chance that someone doesn’t heed his godly status, he will not hesitate to pull you into his side and yell ‘Almighty Push’ and totally obliterate that loser. (A/N: Holy crap I think that needs to be a one-shot cuz, wow, Pein being all protective is making me swoon?)

If it’s not a big deal, he’ll easily let you take care of it. If you’re strong enough to catch Pein’s attention, you’re more than strong enough to deal with some lowlife. That doesn’t mean, however, that they won’t feel his wrath too.

If you ever want to witness a true royal rumble, dare someone to mess with Pein’s S/O. It’d be an epic tag team match (slaughter, really) for the ages. One would d be surprised how quick he can lose his cool when it comes to you.

“Pein, that’s the fifth time this month! Kakuzu is going to murder me if I ask for money to fix this wall!”

Deidara~

Need I even say it? Jealous boy all the way. You’re his favorite masterpiece so why should let an uncultured swine who doesn’t even understand your worth touch you? Rhetorical question, he wouldn’t.

He is not above fighting or placing a bomb on someone who gives you one too many glances. He’d make sure they knew it wasn’t art, they weren’t good enough for that, before blowing the offender up.

No one and he means no one gets to talk bad about his S/O. If someone insults you in his presence they might as well as swallowed one of his explosives and trusted him not to blow them up.

Will one 100% hide you from view if you look too appealing. He thinks you look ravishing, but he’s the only one who should be able to think that, in his opinion. Don’t worry, no one’s ever gotten close enough to harass you with Dei around. His one-eyed scowl is a great deterrent.

“Deidara! You blew up my favorite restaurant! He didn’t even say anything to me!”

Sasori~

Would rather die before admitting he was jealous. As adamant about not being jealous as he is about art being eternal. That’s not to say that he won’t take action though. He will use chakra strings to make the perpetrator walk away, meanwhile making them bump into literally everything in the general vicinity.

The two of you don’t leave the base all that often so it’s unusual to see an envious Sasori action, but it’s a real treat when it happens. After he deals with whatever idiot crossed him, he’ll be a bit more affectionate that day/night.

Not huge things, but instead of working on puppets all night, he’d be more apt to hold you that night. Average people hitting on you make him insecure because he realizes he’s not that great at normal relationships but he still doesn’t want to lose you. That feeds into his jealousy and he figures the only way to get rid of it is to make sure those other guys can’t offer anything he doesn’t have.

“Sasori! If you wanted a hug, you could’ve said that instead of treating that guy like a ball inside of a pinball machine!”

#naruto x reader #sasuke x reader #neji x reader #shikamaru x reader #kiba x reader #gaara x reader #sai x reader #kakashi x reader #pein x reader #deidara x reader #sasori x reader #naruto scenarios #jealousy #naruto shippuden #request

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slasherwife · 4 years

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🐻Oh, I stopped to think, how the Slashers would react to their S / O being a witch who reincarnated (doesn’t remember the past life, except how she died.), She does rituals (using some potions, animal bones and blood itself). to raise and control plants and a power related to his death (possibly fire) and have nightmares about his death that usually have phantom pain and vision (in the midst of flames and smoke for example.) kisses from Brazil 🐻

Slashers react to a witch s/o

How do the slashers react with you doing tarot, moon rituals, playing with energies, making potions and doing spells?

🌹🌛🌕🌜🌹how do they react to you controlling the elements and getting forewarning of his death?

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas is lowkey intrigued?

Doesn’t even know what this stuff is??

He’s pretty much clueless, but that doesn’t mean you can’t teach him

If you tell him you’re a witch I have a feeling he’ll be taken aback

“B-but the Bible says—“

“No no, the Bible was originally Aramaic, Tommy— and ‘witch’ in Aramaic meant poisoner, my love. I never poison anyone.” 💖��💖💕

That should do it 😊

Anyway he will still be bewildered a lil bit, just peepin around the corner watching you doing a tarot reading like Ow0 wot

Will catch animals for you to use for rituals

Do you need human bones too? Cuz he’s got you covered 😊💕

But hearing of your past life death? Seeing you play with fire and plant energies? How the universe practically bows to you? He sees you completely different.

He was standing on the back porch, watching you walk towards him as the grass waved to you and the trees bent in your favor, and he never wanted to be apart from you 🌹😊

You are a starlit goddess, sent to him by mistake— and he thinks you belong to the stars above or in the clouds~~ anywhere but his dark, sad home 😓💖

If you have nightmares about his death, he will go under your wing —begrudgingly— under your constant protection

He doesn’t believe too much of your visions, but he hates seeing you upset and his dark goddess doesn’t deserve paranoia 🥀😓

Jason Vorhees

Whatever Jason thinks, he at least acknowledges at his zombie phase that he isn’t exactly considered natural either.

Tbh you guys would be a total power couple 🤗🥺💖

He would be probably more understanding of your occupation than Tommy, and would embrace you fully 😊

Like “I knew my y/n was special. I knew it!” 😊💕

He doesn’t like that you use animal bones though. “Why the poor animals y/n?? Use human bones instead— here.”

He thinks you have superpowers hah

He loves when you raise the plants to be alive again— it’s like you keep it spring all year and he loves it 🥺💖💕💖🌷

Will be happy that you have them so you can protect yourself if need be 😊

Once you tell him about your past life death and how you can manipulate elements and that you’re getting forewarnings dreams of his death... he won’t be too worried.

First off, any thought of you dying in general is caused him literal physical pain. So he didn’t like you talking about that 🥺💕

You controlling the elements, Fire? He will follow you anywhere hon’. 7’1 immortal zombie legend murderer and powerful sorcerer/ess/witch? Biggest power couple 💕🙌🙌

And then lastly, the only thing Jason will worry about from your dreams is how you will manage with out him. That’s literally it 😂🥺💕💖

He knows he will come back eventually, you can’t kill Jason forever— he physically can’t stay dead lol

He will sheepishly miss all the crazy sex you guys have been having, but you stop your worrying! Jason’s like “my poor bab don’t be so scared— I’ll always come back!” 💕💕💖💕

Michael Myers

Will 1000% pretend your powers don’t interest him.

But just know that he’s peeking around the corner when you absent mindedly play with the candle’s flame while mixing a clarity potion, literally on his toes 😂💕

He loves to be around you when you’re doing candle work, making a potion, practicing controlling the elements— because you exert this powerful and foreign energy aura that’s comforting to him 😊💖💕🥺

Another slasher that will go on a midnight trip of catching animals for you because “ANYTHING FOR YOU, MY GODDESS— 😫💖💕💖💕”

But you wouldn’t even ask for it, he would see you making spell charms or bags with animal bones in it—

And then next thing you know he drops a sack of birds and a goat next to you and walks away???🤭

Do I know where he got the goat?? No I fucking do not xD but it kinda stank so you had to drag it out the back door and get to work 😣

And then obviously he’ll give you human bones as well lel 💕

He likes hearing of your past life death, he thinks it’s cool lol 😊💖

Getting forewarnings of Michael’s death? K.

He wouldn’t be bothered really, but he obviously doesn’t want to die— he’s too stubborn for that 💕💖

This is the only time he will ever listen to you xD barely

Basically like “too bad—I’m going out tonight. But I’ll ‘be careful’ or whatever the fuck you said.”

Another huge power couple btw 🙌💖💕

Bubba Sawyer

He thinks you’re so cool 🥺

He’ll think your tarot readings are a game and he’ll pick up random ones and look at them

(He likes the pictures) 😖💖

He’ll be so curious, like snooping around when you’re doing a ritual, snuggling up against you when you’re saying an incantation—

He’s like a cat💖💕

Oh you like animal bones? What a surprise! His house is literally full of them. 😶🌷

Ya you have an endless supply of animal bones— you won’t ever run out 😂💖💕

You died in your past life? WHAT? Why? *crying*

He will snuggle you all night when you tell him that 🥺

Also thinks you’re a goddess that was sent to him and can NOT wrap his head around the fact that you two met by chance 🥺💖

Cherishes you every single day and will probably be super clingy because you’re just his strong woman who deserves everything for the queen she is— *INHALE* yeah. 😖😖💕💕💖💖

Wait. What? You dreamt of me dying? What abt you will you be okay my little blueberry muffin??

He won’t careeee but at the same time he wants to stay with youuuuu😖💖💕

Just so he can stay alive to be with you, he’ll do everything you say to stay safe and will follow every protocol much to Chop Tops annoyment. 🤷‍♀️😊💕

“No, sorry—Y/n says I can’t do that.”

I love you two together, it gives me the feels 🥺💕💖

Bo Sinclair

Ooooh niceeee

Lowkey interested but probably won’t show it 😆

Like u do u— don’t know don’t care as long as you keep making me pbjs

Prepare for bewildererd looks when he walks in on your using blood/bones for a particular ritual 😳

Like you’ll just be sitting on your bed with your eyes closed, holding a black candle trying to banish negative energy and he’ll walk in—

“Want me to leave...?”

“Shhhhhhh....”

He’ll probably come home one day with an animal skull or something like, “babe I found this owl beak... you want it?” 😂💖💕

He’ll probably tell Lester to catch something while he’s out and about, and then take it and tell you that he got it for you all by himself😂💕

Lowkey scared of you sometimes

He’s not scared of blood, but like y are u using it..??

Tried not to piss you off too much so you hex him or something xD 💖💕

You: *manipulating fire and wind out back*

Bo, walking in on it: bitch what the fu—

If you tell him you’re getting visions of his death, he’ll probably be super skeptical and give you it a smartass remark— probably ask if you’ve been smoking the mugwort too 😳😶

But if you persist on it— he’ll get frustrated but will listen to you because he doesn’t like seeing u upset 🥺🌷

Brahmsie

Bitch wtf u doin?

So confused— explain now

This little shit will go through all of your stuff and take what he thinks is cool and will probably piss off your deities (if u have deities) 😂

You’ll have to make him apologize and have him give it back~~which I wish you the best of luck w 😂💖💕

You’ll just be minding your own business when Brahmsie is looking at your things—

The he legit looks at you dead in the eyes and takes your dragon figurine and disappears into the walls, much to your panic 😓😶😶

But since you can do all this stuff, now 3x more scared of you even tho you’re a small bean in comparison to him— 😳💕🌷

You threatened to hex him if he didn’t start actin right and he started being nice real quick 😂🙌💕💕

Where did u get that blood? 😶😳

Using animal bones? Use the dead rats y/n! Duh!

Bonus for him if he manages to sack the grocery boy and take his bones too 😶💘

“ANYTHING FOR YOU MY QUEEN!” 🙌😭💖💖

If he finds you controlling the elements and sees u controlling fire.... he leaves immediately dont you know he’s terrified of fire??

Yeah uh he demands in a shaky voice that you stop doing that or else ☹️😶he doesn’t like fire at all

But that’s okay cuz you’re still the fuckin coolest person hes ever been w! 😆💘

Wait wut...? You’re saying I’m gonna die? UWU SAVE ME Y/N I DONT WANNA DIEEE

He will literally get so scared when you tell him you’re getting forewarnings of his death, and will go under your wing definitely the most willingly 😅💓💓

Whatever, more cuddles for him! And some other things 😏

I hope u liked ittt! Sorry I’ve not the time to post ANYTHING lately— it took me 5 days to finish this one because of how busy w school I am— but I hope you like it!! 💖💖

#slashers #thomas hewitt #i made a thing #jason vorhees #Michael Myers #bubba Sawyer #bubba sawyer headcanons #bo Sinclair #Brahms Heelshire #Thomas Hewitt headcanons #Jason Vorhees headcanons #Michael Myers headcanons #bo Sinclair headcanons #Brahms Heelshire headcanons

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youryanderedaddy · 3 years

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Lady Luck (pt. 1)

I was so hyped to write this lol. Heavily inspired by Kaiji <3

Tw: mafia mention, unrealistic potrayal of mafia, mentions of threats, implied obssessive behavior (will get more hardcore in the second part tho), mentions of gambling, kidnapping /not reader/

You knew that you were a scum, a lowlife, a miserable loser without much hope in life - that’s exactly why you had no problem joining the deadliest underground paradise and following under the steps of the Lucciano family. They controlled everything - the casinos, the drugs, the guns, the whores, you name it - they provided it. And you had nothing - neither a past, nor a future. But everything changed when the oldest son Thomas decided to help you get out of the mud and step onto your legs - he gave you a home, a friend to return to, a shoulder to cry on when reality felt too painful and harsh, just too much to bear on your own. “Why would you do that for a stranger?” You had asked him once while tipsy, sitting by the hearth, a slight blush adorning your soft cheeks. “That’s easy.” The man had responded right away without giving it much thought. “You remind me of myself.”

You spent long nights thinking about his words but never came to a conclusion - he was born into a powerful, wealty family, so it made no sense for him to have experienced rock bottom the way you had. And his small black eyes displayed such a variety of terryfing emotions - bloodlust, greed, sin and so much sadness. Why would a monster ever feel scared, you wondered.

Working for the Luccianos wasn’t especially hard or even dangerous - you ran small errands for them, took care of the younger kids, helped with insignificant deals, acted as a croupier when their staff was sick or missing or had to be taken care of, but one thing you were thankful for was how they never tried to force you into doing something you would never be able to forgive yourself for. Thomas was kind to you - always so considerate, willing to listen, to understand how you felt even when the worlds you two lived in differed so greatly. He was supposed to be villain of the story, big and scary, demanding, taking whatever he wants without asking and never feeling an ounce of regret about it. And for a while, you were suspicous of the man’s every move - you were desperately waiting for the mobster to fuck up and show his true colours so you could let yourself hate him, despise him. And yet the sweet, sweet moment of revelation never came. You knew, of course, of the many evil deeds the criminal bestowed upon thousands of innocent people each and every day, but you never witnessed it with your own eyes and when the man was treating you like a part of his family, holding you close and giving you chance after chance to prove yourself, it was slowly getting impossible to view him as the bad guy. Perhaps you should have waited just a little longer.

It happened during a warm, spring day. You didn’t expect it, you couldn’t. You had just finished your shift at midnight in the small shop you worked in, which belonged to Thomas’ mother, and were heading to the Lucciano mansion. It had been a particularly long and exhausting day, so you wanted nothing more than to feel the soft, silky, white sheets down your half-naked body while the quiet classical music took you to dream land and back. But upon opening the heavy wooden door, you quickly noticed something was different - there was no music, the big black TV in the middle of the hall was set to camera mode instead of the normal one, and it was awfully quiet. “They must have had to leave the country for a while.” You rationalised. “It has happened before after all.” You kept reassuring yourself while taking a tiny step towards the centre of the room where light was the strongest - it could uncover every hidden little detail.

And then the TV was turned on. You shifted your gaze up, paranoia eating at you from inside out. Soon there was clear image on the massive screen, but what you saw left you speechless. There were hours of footage from your personal life - working, hanging out with friends, eating, bathing. What made the shivers down your spine run cold was a scene where a guy, your boyfriend, was kissing you, touching you, undressing you with his praying eyes. It was nothing unusual for a young woman to have a love life, but this broke the only rule Thomas had told you upon entering the house - you were forbidden from having close relationships with men, especially dangerous ones, and for the longest time, you had no issue living by that as long as you came back to the luxury and warmth the mobster provided for you. Until you met him - a charming, clever member of a local gang. You knew it was wrong and could cost you more than you were willing to sacrifice and yet you still gave in. It was your first time experiencing the highs and lows of love, so who could blame you when it was such a magical feeling, a mixture of adrenaline and opium. Alex made you feel like a real human being instead of someone just existing, leeching off the stronger, wealthier species.

There was a shadow moving out from the corner, playing into your delusions. But soon enough you realised it was all a reality as none other than Thomas walked slowly towards you, clapping his hands dramatically, a sly smirk on his beautiful, scarred face. Did he...

"Congratulations." The man started off, dark eyes set on you, slowly coming closer and closer like a big black hole, ready to swallow you whole. "You went and got yourself a little boy - toy." The criminal chuckled viciously under his breath, making you cringe at the crude nickname he used. The situation felt surreal and yet the fear and panic were already suffocating you, making you dizzy wish regret. "I wish you would have told me though... I never thought someone I hold so important would lie to me." The mobster kept rambling, waving his arms in the air theatrically, while holding a lit cigarette, but never moving it to his lips - it was just a prop, a way to create a thick smoke mist in your eyes. It was finally the hour of judgement.

"What do you want?" You asked, faking confidence, desperate to take control of what was happening. It was a bizarre thing to see your dearest friend act in such a eerie, frightening way, almost treating you like one of his victims - nothing more than an indebted bastard or an unfortunate bystander, unlucky enough to catch a deal unfolding right behind the scenes. It hurt but you had forced this upon yourself and you had to fix it.

"Nothing much, really." Thomas replied, finally inhaling the deadly smoke into his open mouth. He played with his collar for a while, as if you weren't standing there, scared for your life. "I just want to teach you a lesson in obedience, doll." The mafioso continued, circling you slowly, his heavy gaze never leaving your body. You felt awfully exposed even when all your clothes were present, covering every inch of your skin. With a swift snap of his fingers, the man summoned most of the gorillas that worked under him. Two of them were dragging your kicking, screaming boyfriend towards the centre of the room, but a quick punch in the guts managed to quiet him down. He looked terrified, his face bloody and injured, covered in dust and misery. But he was still alive and only that mattered to you.

"I wanted to make this entertaining for all of us." The oldest Lucciano spoke out, his husky voice echoing trough the golden ceiling. He moved over to your lover and harshly pressed the cigarette butt against the exposed skin of his unprotected arm. The man cried out in pain, silently pleading you to help with his big, terrified eyes. And here you were, as helpess as he was - if not even more. "So I decided to initiate a little gamble of sorts, ya know?" Thomas winked at you, smiling with malice. You couldn't help, but recall all the times you two had played poker together, betting less than pocket change. You never understood why the man always got so excited despite winning such small sums, especially when his casinos already did well. But now you could see it clearly - he got off crushing his opponent, taking the victory under their noses. Money meant nothing. As long as he was able to ruin your mood, your life, the man was pleased.

Soft white light lit up the furthest corners of the hall and you saw dozen square boxes, arranged in a circle. It looked harmless enough on its own, still they were stamped with Thomas’ symbol - a dove. You used to wonder why someone in the most dangerous depts of mafia would choose such an innocent, sweet signature pf representation and now the answer was right in front of you - that way it was easier to trick the enemy into thinking they were safe. And how wrong were they.

“As you can see, there are nine wooden boxes in total. They look exactly the same and on top of each one there is a hole.” Thomas stopped to point at them, the raw anticipation flooding his otherwise dull pupils. “Six of the boxes are empty. In the other three though, there are placed some of the most poisonous snakes in the world. One bite and you are dead.” The madman gave a loud, breathy laugh while your boyfriend squirmed uncomfortably in place, restrained by the strong arms, holding him down. “Both of you will take four turns putting your hand in the boxes. After every round the box would be closed off and you would be able to choose only from the remaining ones. ” The mobster grinned widely, looking at your horrified expression. You couldn’t believe that the man was willing to put your lives on the line simply because you had neglected one of his orders. “Now you may be wondering where the suspence is - after all you would probaby manage to hear the hissing from afar and avoid the place it comes from. Rest assured, my foolish little friends. Right now the snakes are heavily intoxicated and absolutely silent - which doesn’t mean, of course, that they won’t attack any soft flesh they see. If you die, that’s on you, but if you survive, you will be rewarded.” Thomas clapped his hands together and his man let go of your lover, resulting in his falling to the ground with a heavy bang. Thomas pursed his lips together.

“Shall we get started?”

#yandere #male yandere x reader #yandere male x reader #yandere mafia #yandere oneshot #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere gambling #yancore

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bigtittydemonwife · 4 years

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Yandere creeps? 👀

Of course! since you didn’t specify who you wanted I decided to do Toby, Masky, Hoodie, Liu, EJ, LJ, Jeff and Jane

Ticci Toby

Honestly it wouldn’t take much for this man to go yandere honestly. Just show him kindness. He’s been shown cruelty his whole life so someone treating him with basic decency and not expecting anything out of it? Yeah he’s in love.

While he will treat you like a queen, if you fight back you will be punished. He doesn’t want to physically hurt his S/O, but he’s not below anything mentally. He will murder your loved ones right in front of you. All while saying things like “It’s you’re fault, I’m the only one who is allowed to love you”

But if your completely fine with being with him? (Don’t @ me I know there are some of you out there) He’s so happy! Expect cuddles everyday, they’re mandatory. He’s still possessive as all hell though. While he trusts you not to run away he does NOT trust others to not steal you away. No matter what you’re leaving the house for he’s coming with you. Taking out the trash? Wait for him. Getting grocery’s? Let him get his shoes. This leads to quote unquote dates a lot.

He needs you with them so don’t ever try to leave, love him and you should be fine. But don’t think it’s all happiness. He’s a PTSD ridden Schizophreniac with most likely trust issues and intimacy issues. There are days where you can tell him you love him a thousand times and he’s yelling about how you’re lying. But in a hour he’ll be back crying and begging for forgiveness.

He struggles with emotions so remember, he was major trouble showing love. The way he does it headpats, cuddles and not murdering you.

Eyeless Jack

Now this man is a mystery rapped in a enigma rapped in a riddle. For him, its tougher to figure out why he’s obsessed with you. But I’d say its how you are psychologically and what you’re life’s like.

Maybe its because of how generally kind you are despite knowing how shit life and people can be. Maybe he wants to protect the innocence he used to have?

Who knows. But as with Toby, Mans Possessive. Not in a lock you up kinda way (That would come later). But stalkerish. You may think you’re alone but you never are. Man knows you’re whole shecdual. And while he won’t KILL anyone who hurts you, that would draw way to much attention. But what he does is much worse.

He probably takes the longest out of all the creeps to show himself to you. And not even in person. He’d start with notes. If you return his feelings your safe and now have a cannibalistic stalker protector. If you don’t......well...We’ll unpack that someother time.

Masky

Again, Show him kindness, But its still a little different from Toby. If you fully understand what he’s done, the person he is. But still think he deserves kindness. He thinks you’re naive. Yeah, He starts off thinking your fucking stupid. Starting.

But as it goes on, and you continue to show him kindness. Even when you know what he’s done, He starts to warm up to your kindness. But if you witness him cold blooded murdering someone. He’s ready for you to leave. But if you dont. You still treat him kindly. He wants to save this nativity. Being naive in this world is a death wish. So he’ll barely let you leave the house. And he’s always with you. Unlike EJ. He will murder anyone who fucks with you. And leave no evidence behind. As far as anyones concerned they’ve dissapeared from the earth.

Once again if you love this man. You have to put up with this. No negotiations. He loves you and thats how he shows it. But if you do put up with it. And show this man all the love. Maybe it will be alright.

But like EJ, Never try and leave him, Unlike some creeps he will hurt his S/O physically, but then will cry into their arms begging them to forgive him. Or a different punishment might go an NSFW way if you know what I mean.....

Hoodie

Again, Complicated. His obsession probably comes very quickly. Someone whose creative like him, Who questions the bigger things in life. Someone he could have a intelligent conversation with.

He’s a stalker. He watches his S/O all day. Nothing they do could bore him. But he gets jealous very easy. Why else do you think the cute person in the library that gave you their number hasn’t come back? Or hasn’t texted you?

He’s probably take a while to show himself to his S/O. And once he finally gets the courage. He’ll send them a letter. You two’ll become penpals. He’s kept every single one of your letters and keeps them in a folder.

He does have trouble showing his emotions though, Showing his S/O He loves them would be returning letters, Giving them small trinkets (like a magpie) and not murdering them.

Prefurs not to hurt his S/O, If they try to run away he’ll just psychologically torture them. Following them and disappearing when the call the police. Making them think they’re the only one who can see him. Anyone who they care about disappears. But this only happends if you run away and don’t love him back.

So love him and you’ll be good....you’ll just have to deal with Possessiveness, Paranoia, Obssession, and Jealousy.

Jane The Killer

With most of the creeps. Be kind to her, But not just her. If your a generally kind person who shows others respect but refuses to to bow down to bullies. Shes in love

Shes quite quick to talk to her S/O, She’ll ask for they’re number, and because of how normal she looks (And how pretty she is) you say yes.

Late night texts about random things, if you rant to her about your interests she could listen all day.

(To quote The Killers) Jealousy

Its her life quest to keep creepers who remind her of Jeff away from you, Speaking of Jeff is he ever went near you shes starting a riot.

She loves cuddles, intamacy is a must. She needs you to stay near her. Once again won’t hurt her S/O but if they try to run away they’re getting locked in a room alone untill they’re begging for her to come back so they can hear someone’s voice that isnt their own and touch them. She’s not above depriving her S/O of intimacy should the moment call for it.

Possessive. You need her and only her. Everyone else doesnt matter. Show her love and no one else.

Jeff The Killer

He’s most likely to become obsessed with someone whose nice to people. But will fight a bitch. If your sassy and don’t take shit he’s in love. But remember hes a twisted psychopath who murdered his family and his neighbours. His love isnt what you’d call socially acceptable. He’d kill for you in a flash. Anyone, people you love or hate. They’re dissapearing.

Unlike the others, he won’t show himself to you quickly BUT he will not hide his love. Scribbled love notes written in blood. Dead animals on your porch. He’s kinda like a dog.

He will hurt his S/O if they don’t love him, Mentally or Physically he doesnt mind, He see’s it as a necessary step.

He needs physically affection.

Isnt a soft relationship to be honest. Cuddles and kisses yes. But no soft words. Just sass, violent outbursts, Hate sex, Angry sex, Makeup sex. Yeah lots of sex.

He’s a horndog what can I say?

But maybe, just mayyybeee once In a blue moon, you’ll be cuddling and he’ll think your asleep, and whisper he loves you in his ear. Pretend your asleep though.

Laughing Jack

He needs someone he can laugh with, Someone with a sort of wonder to them. He likes those type of people.

Since he’s a childs imaginary friend(?) He doesn’t really understand love, But obsession? Yes.

He’s not gonna show himself to his S/O for ages. I mean, Hes like a seven foot tall clown. Total boyfriend material.

He’ll leave candy on your doorstep, Or cute little trinkets, Like music boxes.

Gives the best hugs honestly. He’ll lift you right up off the ground and spin you around. Honestly he carries you everywhere like a princess.

CARNIVIAL DATES.

Anyone, literally anyone makes you feel sad or makes the wonder in your eyes leave. They’re loved ones are getting turned into candy, then they’re forced to eat them. Then they get murdered gruesomely. He’s all you need and he’ll protect you.

He loves to slow dance with you. He’ll play some old classical music.

(I headcanon he has a British accent)

He’ll cut you off from all your friends, or make them disappear, He’s all you need.

Homicidial Liu/Sully

(Its so hard to find good gifs for these boys)

This boy needs a hug, Him and Sully.

Stalkers. They need affection. They’ll follow they’re S/O wherever they go. No mater what they do.

They’re S/O has a partner? Not for much longer.

Liu gives cute gifs and notes like Flowers, or shiny trinkets, Sully gives weirder stuff, Like random stones or shiny things. And his notes are scrubbed much more.

Nickname them Magpie they’ll love it.

While Liu is defiantly the more sweeter one, He’ll never hurt his S/O, but he will score them if he must. Sully on the other hand, all for scaring them. Despite what others think he loves them, and he doesn’t want to hurt them to much because he wants them to be his. And they can’t be his if they’re dead.

You know all the jealousy I said Jeff had? Imagine that but doubled.

Thats your realtionship. While Liu will be more defensive if someone’s hurting or flirting with you. Sully aggressive. Back away from whats his.

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nostalgiaruinedme · 3 years

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Hey I love your fics and writing style and well since I've been meaning to start writing fics I wanted to ask you if you have some advice you'd give.

Ohhh advice? Sure, I can do that! I shall bestow all of my knowledge upon you now, but you gotta look below the cut. Shhhh, it's a secret~

Okay really I just knew this was going to be a really long post and didn't want to clog up everyone's dash lol. ONTO WRITING ADVICE

I kind of live by these rules in writing:

1. Know the rules before you break them 2. ANYTHING can be inspiration 3. Remember the doll 4. Use your resources 5. Don’t hold yourself back 6. Practice 7. Enjoy yourself!!

1. Know the rules before you break them

Pay attention in English class (or whichever class for the language you're writing in) and learn the grammar!! I don't always have perfect grammar in my fics and sometimes I consciously choose to ignore grammar rules to make it more impactful, but you HAVE to know the rules before you break them. Study those grammar lessons! Learn how to use the fun punctuation, like semi colons and em dashes and en dashes and all that good stuff. I know they're scary, but they're a lot of fun too.

ALSO PLEASE USE PARAGRAPH BREAKS IM BEGGING that's like, a HUGE problem I see with a lot of new writers. Paragraph breaks are not optional!! Change 'em when the main topic of the paragraph switches or when a new character is speaking. Overdoing it with paragraph breaks is better than underdoing it, I promise.

2. ANYTHING can be inspiration

Have you ever played Story Cubes?

If you haven’t, it’s essentially this game where you roll the cubes, they each land on a different image, and you gotta tell a story that uses all of those pictures. Some are literally just a question mark or a speech bubble and that’s what you have to use. Me and my siblings used to play the game a lot. And you know what? Some of those stories are the most creative ones we’ve ever come up with. When I say anything can be inspiration for a story or a character, I mean ANYTHING!

I based my Donnie design off of the vintage globes and journals I have in my bedroom.

My little sister threw a pillow at me and it inspired a funny scene I wanted to write in another fic

I designed two OCs off of Mars and Pluto and an ENTIRE 40,000 word fanfiction based off of a space documentary I watched

My NaNoWriMo story last year was based off of the concept of shadows and how cool I thought it’d be if they could talk

Me and my friend made an entire dystopian original story commenting on our world today. It was first inspired by a crack self insert Death Note RP we had at 13 years old. Not kidding.

Literally anything can be inspiration. Challenge your mind!! The best ideas come out of completely ordinary and unexpected opportunities, in my experience. You don’t need one of those super detailed and crazy expensive prompt books (though they are fun) to write a great story. Use music, use a color, use the sky, use your favorite food, use anything! Just find inspiration!

3. Remember the Doll

Remember Mulan?

We never got to see the Huns destroy the village and we didn’t get to see them kill anyone there either. But by showing that doll there, the animators took an entire battle full of death and destruction and summed it all up in one, heartbreaking moment. You don’t need to spend ten pages writing about how horrifying the bad guy was and listing everything he did from start to finish, nor do you need to write an analysis on why she’s bad. All you need to do is show one or two very meaningful ways they impacted the world... and you can do that with something as simple as a doll lying on the ground in a burning village.

Because the doll is there; the little girl is not.

There’s a quote that sums this up really well, and I have it written on the dry erase board by my desk.

“You don't write about the horrors of war. No. You write about a kid's burnt socks lying in the road.” - Richard Price

And adding onto that, try to write more about what’s there, not what isn’t. Mulan didn’t say ANYTHING about the girl in that scene, but by showing what was there, it told us a story about what wasn’t. Focus on what is in the scene and it will tell your reader about what isn’t.

I do think writing a balance is good though, so I try and keep it around a 3/1 ratio of what is there vs what isn’t. Remember this is art though, not math; you can change the formula as you please just to make it feel right. It all depends on the scene and what you want.

4. Use Your Resources

You know how, in the artist community, there’s this sort of stigma around using references? And some artists have to make posts reminding others that there’s nothing wrong with using references and you even should use them?

It’s the same concept in writing!

There is NOTHING wrong with looking to other writers’ work or keep a thesaurus constantly open or bookmarking a reference page of other words to use than “said”. Nothing wrong with it at all! When I write, I always have two tabs open: my writing document and thesaurus.com. I have a folder on my computer bookmarks of ways to describe a smile and a body language dictionary. Before I write fanfic, I watch a “best moments of *character*” compilation video on Youtube to remind myself of how they speak. I watch fight scenes from The 100 or Avatar or Marvel while I write my own battles!

There are SO MANY resources out there for you to reference. Use them! And if you need some to start with, shoot me an ask. I have a ton.

5. Don’t Hold Yourself Back

One of the scariest parts of writing is the thought of “what will people think?” Creative writing is EXTREMELY personal, and you’re going to find a lot of you inside your work, including the thoughts you didn’t want anyone to know about.

People will discover how often you think about love. People will discover how dark your mind can get. People will discover the morals you hold that even you didn’t know about. They’ll discover that the person you swore you’ve moved on from is still on your mind. They’ll discover that the pain you swore you got over still hurts you.

“you can tell the deepest truths with the lies of fiction” - Isabel Allende

This thought scared me a lot, and still does. I’ve let go of and forgotten about so many story ideas because they were just a little too personal. I could write it and not publish it, but what if someone still sees? Writing, like all art, comes right from the heart and reveals a lot about a person. That paranoia of being known kept me from writing so much.

But I promise you, your most powerful stories are going to be the most personal ones.

I wrote Hated Resemblance based on my thoughts about myself, and I wrote Dagger From the Mirror based on thoughts about myself too. A lot of it is dark, most is painful, and all of it is scary to show the world. But I wrote it anyways and it’s created something pretty amazing.

Hell, even now I’m wondering if I should post that lil anecdote, but I think it’s the best way to make this part of my point stronger. See? Writing about things that affect you is the best way to make them impactful, even for something as simple as advice.

And even if you want to write about light and happy stories- you’re still going to have to get personal.

This all got pretty deep but my point is this: Don’t hold yourself back. Write what you feel you need to and it don’t worry about what anyone will think. Don’t hide that one sentence because you’re scared who will read it because you’re scared to be known so deeply. Add it in even when it’s scary.

That’s something I’m still learning how to do, and it’s a slow process that has taken years... but it’s worth it, I promise.

“Write what disturbs you, what you fear, what you have not been willing to speak about. Be willing to be split open.” - Natalie Goldberg

6. Practice

I started writing in 1st grade. I’ve written regularly since then, and this is my word count every month this year:

Most of that is fanfiction. Some are just random thoughts, some are really thought out posts or answers to your questions, and some are made up of original stories. That total words written number is since November.

You don’t have to write this much every month, I promise, I just don’t really have any other hobbies lol. My point is that practice is really really really important. Write a paragraph or even just a sentence every day. You’re gonna improve so quickly, I promise.

“Write every day. Writing is a muscle that gets stronger with use.” - Abbi Glines

But take breaks too!!! Don’t overwork yourself. Burn out is a real thing and you shouldn’t force yourself to write just because you’re scared you don’t write enough! Write at a pace that’s comfortable for you. There will always be writers out there who write more than you and even more writers who write less than you. That’s okay. Everyone has a pace they’re comfortable with, and you just gotta find yours. As long as you’re writing consistently, the numbers don’t matter too much. 50 words a day or 5000 are both good!

7. Enjoy Yourself!!

You’re here to have fun!

No matter what you’re writing (angst, romance, fix-it, AUs, hurt/comfort, fluff, ANYTHING), remember that fic writing is supposed to be fun!! You’re not getting paid to do this. On one hand, that sucks, but on the other hand it gives you the amazing opportunity to write literally whatever you want! Find projects you’re enthusiastic about, meet other writers, do collabs, make playlists for your story, create over powered OCs for the hell of it, ignore plot holes and write without regard to canon, or write the most realistic and in-depth canon-compliant book ever. Create the most self indulgent story you can think of!

Have fun. This is your story and you get to write the rules. Don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise.

Oh yeah, and one more thing. Be proud of yourself. You can get all of the comments and feedback in the world, but if you’re not proud of what you wrote, it’s gonna be hard to look back on it with joy. Be proud no matter how many reads it gets—you made it!

“I think I did pretty well, considering I started out with nothing but a bunch of blank paper.” - Steve Martin

#can you tell I like writing quotes #I have a whole pinterest board full of them #asks #writing advice #writblr #fanfiction #meg rambles

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bubble-tea-bunny · 4 years

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even if you have no wings

[legosi x doe!reader]

author’s note: changed up the style w this one just to try it out. also played around w pov again. it’s still second person but... well you’ll see. i don’t want to spoil it. please forgive me if this seems rusty, it’s been a minute since i wrote anything T_T

word count: 1,628

you’re pulled from sleep at 7 AM by a grating alarm and begin your morning routine. you’re not sure what day it is because you stopped keeping track. you don’t see the point in doing that anymore when they’re all the same—wake up, go to class, attend to your duties with the drama club. eating is thrown in there somewhere. you’re a slave to the growling of your stomach and the bottomless hunger an egg salad sandwich or a soy burger will never be enough to satisfy.

there’s a crick in your neck and it bothers you all day. it makes it difficult to pay attention properly in lecture and when jack asks if you’ve studied for that exam on friday (friday…is that two days from now?) you only offer a half-hearted shrug and a vague grunt. evidently it’s an answer enough for him as he laughs and says me too. maybe you both will score poorly. jack takes a bite of his veggie burger and he hums like it’s the best thing in the world but you wonder if deep down he feels the way that you do.

the actors are discussing stage positions and you occupy yourself with setting up the lighting rigs. you yawn and your neck still hurts and it dawns on you in this moment how ironic it is, that you should be above the heads of everybody else, yet you’re obscured in shadow. you suppose there’s something symbolic to be said about it, but louis is calling to you from below and you need to pay attention now.

move the light center. keep it focused. tighten the edges. what remains is one lone spotlight, bold and dramatic and louis stands in it with broad shoulders and a confidence in his gaze because that is where he’s meant to be and he knows it. and this is where you’re meant to be too. behind the scenes, in the dark, where no one has to see you and you’re comfortable that way. yes, this is perfect, louis declares with a nod. you can’t tell if he’s saying that to himself or if he’s read your mind.

late at night, after most students have returned to their dorms, you traipse through the courtyard alone. but you’re not in any danger. not when you are who you are. and this is the time you truly feel free.

the iron bench is cold and the lamppost is dim. you sit in its meager light and listen to the gurgle of the fountain. your head tilts back, eyes on the sky. it’s mostly black. but you can see the moon, and it is unusually bright tonight. since when has it been like that?

since when have the days bled together? since when have the stars disappeared?

where are the stars?

the rustling of grass pulls your attention back down to the ground and you can’t help the hunter instincts which kick in as you pick up the scent of prey. no, stop. stop talking like that. stop thinking like that.

another student, a doe, is walking past on the concrete walkway. surely she can see you in her periphery because you are sitting by the lamppost, not trying to hide, and your heart jumps into your throat when your eyes meet. you expect to see uneasiness in her own and you get it. you wouldn't blame her for it. you won’t be mad if she turns the other way, clearly avoiding crossing paths. in fact, maybe you should just leave, to alleviate her worries. she’s coming in this direction, and you’d hate to be the reason she has to reroute herself.

but she smiles instead. a small one, a friendly one. despite the nighttime chill, it feels like a summer morning. it catches you by surprise, and despite it being the total opposite of your assumption that she would be frightened, you stand anyway and rush back to your dorm. your heart’s still beating rapidly and you don’t know if it’s predator instincts you’re trying desperately to ignore or shock that she had smiled at you like that. like what?

so kind, so sweet, so bright like the stars you couldn’t find.

friday comes and goes with a sigh and at lunchtime when jack asks what you got on question three, you’re being honest when you say you can’t remember the letter you circled. you think it was D. he groans and says he chose A. you smile sympathetically but your mind’s a mile away, stuck on thoughts of a doe you have hoped to see again but haven’t. your eyes scan the cafeteria but she is nowhere in sight and maybe you imagined her. maybe that night you’d been dreaming and you should just stop looking. stop trying.

maybe you’re still dreaming because the sun is unusually dark, faint like that lamppost, and it doesn’t make sense. you want to ask jack if the sun looks different to him too, but you know he’ll just say you’re imagining things (such as that doe?) and maybe he’s right. when the days all pass the same, who’s to say what was day and what was night? certainly not you.

you’ve felt tired lately. the neck pain you get from sleeping in odd positions doesn’t help either.

it means you’re a little more irritable as well, and this is magnified when you can’t locate the novel you’d been reading. you could’ve sworn it was in your bag, but after dumping the contents on your bed and there’s no book to be found, you speculate that you’d actually left it somewhere in the mess of your belongings. but the thorough search through your closet is a fruitless endeavor.

you drop down onto your bed, your butt landing gracelessly on the pens and pencils scattered on the mattress, and you groan as you lift yourself up enough to swat them away.

you’re back in the courtyard that night. they say what you’re looking for will pop up the moment you’re not looking for it, so you decide to stop thinking about that book. you allow your eyes to slide closed because they are heavy from sleep that has escaped you. the drama club has been rehearsing the same few scenes the past week, intent to polish them before moving on to the next set of scenes. you’ve adjusted the lighting in the same way so many times that you can see it even now, behind your eyelids.

a dimming of all the stage lights, until all that was left was a lone spotlight. focused, with tight edges. it shines down on louis, and follows him from one end to the other. it is his to stand beneath, to control, and he controls it well.

the compliments he receives are always the same. echoes of one another.

he was born for the stage!

he’s a star!

you can’t be sure which voice is yours, or if any of them even are.

you replay the order of the lighting (do it enough times and you might fall asleep right here on this bench), but louis isn’t standing in the center anymore. it’s that doe with the kind gaze and she is not staring out at the darkened theater chairs made of cushy red velvet. she is staring upwards, squinting against the intensity of what might as well be the sun. to other observers on the same level as she, it would appear as if she is staring into it. but you know better and you know she is looking past it.

she is watching you, even though she can’t be certain she has met your eyes properly because you’re in the dark. and you smile, wondering if she can see it. she looks like she was born for the stage too. she smiles back. she says she’s a star. you agree, and your voice is loud and clear.

your eyes open as your ears pick up the sound of someone walking. the footsteps are light, but he easily detects the grass rustling, then the clackclackclack of heels on concrete. you’re surprised to see her there, real as ever and closer than you thought. she is coming towards you. she is coming towards you. you’re prepared to run away again, but the sight of your book tucked under her arm stops you short.

still, you stand up because it’s awkward to remain sitting while she’s walking this way. briefly you debate whether you should meet her in the middle or stay where you are. standing in the same spot was no better than sitting, but your paranoia that you could scare her away prevents you from moving. it’s clear she’s not scared (why?) but you can’t help wanting to be cautious.

before you can decide what to do, she is standing in front of you.

though she is tall, you’re still taller, and you have to tilt your head down. it’s not unusual for you, given you tower over most. this certainly won’t help your stiff neck. but then she grins, and suddenly you don’t really mind anymore.

she holds up your book and asks if you’re looking for this. she’s still grinning; it’s amused and aware and you swallow nervously because being close like this, you notice her eyes are sparkling with a million little diamonds and you are dazzled.

there’s no room to breathe as you tumble down down down into the depths of her star-studded gaze and she is beautiful. when had she scooped them all from the sky? when had the bright moon and the dark sun become so magnificent?

where are the stars?

where—

“actually,” you say, “i was looking for you.”

#legosi x reader #legosi imagine #beastars x reader #beastars imagine #legoshi x reader #legoshi imagine #beastars #legosi #legoshi #bubble-tea-bunny #queue

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cottoncandyjester · 3 years

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Hope youre having a better day!

I kinda wanna ask OC tier list of who descends into madness and desperation for the person they love fastest

What a good ask! Also yes I'm doing much better thank you

This is honestly just me ranting about my ocs at this point cause I love them to death

This story contains: yandere talk, talk of cannibalism, murder, drug use, self harm, kidnapping, toxic behavior

Salem

Salem is already insane so if he catches any hint of you trying to leave he absolutely loses it. Salem is my most dangerous oc and the one who is definitely the darkest in terms of method, salem is a cannibal after all so eating his victims and even feeding them to you would definitely be his method of keeping you his.

In his eyes if he eats your friends and family then you have absolutely no choice but to stay with him. He will do what is needed in order to keep you all his and if that means hurting you well then it needs to be done.

He is someone who has dealt with a very traumatic backstory where people leave him all the time, this has given him intense abandonment issues. He can't handle the thought of you going away. He won't allow that to happen even if he has to kill you cause after all if he can't have you then no one can

Axis

Axis is next on this list cause of how emotional he is, it does not take him long to go completely insane for his Darling, he is willing to do anything to make them stay. If he gets even the slightest whiff of distancing he will go to the extreme so you never have that thought ever again

I stated before in other posts that he is willing to use his disability to make himself seem more pathetic but that's the same thing with self harming himself, he will break a bone or two if it means you stay with him

He's extremely toxic and you make him go absolutely insane with everything you do, he has to keep you close at all times or he lashes out in a pathetic tantrum. Thinking about it makes me giddy cause I wanna write some insane axis stuff

Hikaru

Hikaru is definitely a close third to this list, he is a degrading king so the moment he feels as if you're brave enough to try and walk away he is crushing your ego and self confidence. He lashes out violently at the mere mention of you leaving or talking to someone else

He spirals at the idea that you can't be his, he simply can't handle something like that. He has to do whatever it takes to have you and if that means getting his hands dirty then so be it. He honestly doesn't want to ruin his public image but if he absolutely has to he will

He is willing to erase his existence if it means being able to have you to himself, he simply doesn't care and wants you to belong to only him, he is extremely jealous after all.

It makes you unclear if he actually loves or hates you, he claims to love you yet hitting you and degrading you is something he does on the daily. You are his idiot pig and though he always makes the claim that he doesn't know why he's in love with a commoner he is willing to do whatever it takes to keep you

Prince

Prince is someone who takes a while to lose his cool, his yandere side is hidden very well and is rarely shown cause he would rather use his own charms instead of scaring you into submission, that being said. When he does get to that point he is paranoid as hell, he will trap you in a room with one tiny window and about one hundred locks on the door.

Once he goes insane his worry is having someone steal you away so you will no longer be out in public until his paranoia is dealt with and settled. He is the type to burn down your house and say you died in a house fire so no one will be looking for you.

He wants to make sure you have no choice to be his, he really does want to make you fall for him though so even though he's scared of losing you he's always loving and affectionate with you in hopes stockholm syndrome kicks in or something.

Yuki

Yuki is calm and collected to make him go crazy you have to push him over and over and over until he snaps. You leaving will stir him up but he wants to be calm about this and not make any rash choices, that being said if you were to find another lover besides him that would really do it for him.

He would see that as cheating and go insane his next move would be a total bloodbath of bodies, he wants to be cool calm and collected but you stir something in him.

He is a lazy sluggish person who honestly rather play videogames and sleep instead of being active but for some reason when he's around you that sleepy feeling goes away. He's happier when you are there so there is no way he's letting you go.

Theodore

Theo never loses his cool even if he does something drastic he seems so calm about it. He makes sure to always calm down if he's upset so you don't see that side of him, he doesn't like it when you see him angry because he's worried about seeming like a bad husband.

When he does do something crazy like kill or kidnap someone you love he is always so level headed. He always leaves the choice of that person's fate to you, his goal is to make you insane or at least make is seem like you are so you have no choice but to rely on him.

If you think that you're crazy then theo can be the voice of reason to you, manipulating you in the most beautiful of ways. Of course if you're too mentally strong for that he could just drug you until you're that perfectly submissive spouse he always dreamed of, though that's his last resort since overuse of drugs could make you braindead and he likes his lovers being able to speak.

#yandere imagines #oc imagines #yandere ocs #oc x reader #yandere

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handlewithkara · 3 years

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So I was watching 3x16 Of Two Minds

Also, Lena is kind of ... awful and creepy as fuck in this episode (3x16)?

It doesn’t start great with Lena informing Sam that she’s going to electroshock her.

Lena: In order to find it, I need to study you while you're her. Sam: And the only definite way to turn me into her is to electrocute me. Lena: The pain response brings her out. Sam: How much is it going to hurt? Lena: We're going to start with 500 volts. Sam: That's not what I asked. Lena: A lot. If we had more time, we could find another way. But we don't. So we have to do it. (How do you know? Why are the only one working on this?)

Next we have Lena pushing to increase the voltage.

Lena: It's a parallel dimension. It's where you go when Reign takes over. [...] Sam: Did you find what triggers the transformation? Lena: Not yet.I need to increase the voltage.I need more time to observe Reign.

And then we have Sam not wanting to go back and Lena pushing her. Sam: I can't go back in there.We have to find another way. Lena: There's no other way. I know how hard this is... (again: how do you know? Not to mention, THIS ISN’T TRUE. They just demonstrated in the previous episode that emotional pain and taunting works just as well. Not that Sam would prefer that, I think she would choose electroshocks, but again, it’s clearly not the only way. Especially since with the DEO we find out tons of other things, Brainy and his future tech allow people to enter the valley, the Harun-El, the knowledge Kara has on the book of Ra, the psychics they have, maybe they could trigger Sam’s pain psychically) Sam: No! No, you don't.

Anyway, next there is this scene where James who is like super scared about Winn dying calls her and begs her to help with the cure and Lena says actually she’s totally working on it. Except ... that’s kind of a lie? She has been working only on Sam and there is no scene that implies she even knew about the plague outbreak?

I mean we go from this:

Winn pouring his heart out about all the plans he had for the future and James crying.

To not just Lena not giving a shit, but LYING about it?

James: Winn and Alex are sick. Lena: I'm so sorry. James: Lena.You have the largest pharmaceutical company in the country and I really need you to put your people on this. Lena: I'm already working on it.(No she isn’t? There is nothing in this episode to suggests she even knows about the sickness or that Sam might have any connection to it?) James: You are? Lena: Yeah.(again, no she isn’t?) James: Well, that's great news, right? Have you told Supergirl? Lena: Listen, I can't really say anything and please don't say anything to her. I don't want to over-promise, but...I'm really close to a breakthrough. (manipulating James into not telling Supergirl)

And there is this scene where Sam pleads with her to stop and instead call Supergirl and Alex for help and Lena refuses.

Lena: If I go to Supergirl or the government before I can prove I can turn her off, they will treat you like you're the same, all right? They will lock you up, they will dissect you...

Sam: It wouldn't be any worse than this, Lena. We need to get help.

Can we talk about this? Like, what reason does Lena have to assume that the government would dissect Sam? I’m pretty sure I didn’t miss an episode where Lena ran into an alien who complained to her that the DEO tried to dissect them and that really rattled Lena to hear that? What exactly is Lena basing this on except her own paranoia that she is projecting onto Sam?

This is BEFORE the falling out that Lena has with Supergirl. Why does she just assume that Supergirl can’t be reasoned with? Couldn’t she like invite Supergirl to a meeting place and negotiate with her? Maybe tell her, I have access to this Reign person, but I’m not turning her over to you or tell her where she is until you assure me that she won’t be harmed? For a person who throws a fit every time somebody thinks badly of her, Lena sure doesn’t have a problem assuming the worst of other people and not like bothering to check her hypothesis.

(not to mention, Sam is already wearing the little Kryptonite badge thing, so Lena knows that whatever Sam has might be related to Kryptonians, so shouldn’t her first call have been to Supergirl? If only to try to get information on Kryptonian stuff out of her?)

And then there is this:

Lena: Shh. Okay. I swear I'm the only one who knows how to do this.

Ehm, hubris/paranoia much? All this episode is basically Sam pleading for a second opinion and Lena denying her that? (Doesn’t help that the way Odette plays it is just freaking heartbreaking) And not only does Lena not give a shit about the fact that Alex and Winn are sick, she also just casually lies about it? If she didn’t want to get distracted from helping Sam, she could just not have picked up James call? Or after he called her she could have spared a single minute to delegate working on the plague to some other L-Corp people? Or she could just have been honest to him and said “I’m sorry, I’m working on something else that is more important to me” at the risk of incurring his anger?

It doesn’t help that the show plays this sweeping, borderline romantic music during the scene with Sam. And I’m here sitting thinking: Am I supposed to find this touching? Because that just makes the scene more creepy! I don’t care how much lip and voice quivering Katie McGrath puts in, it doesn’t change that what Lena is doing and saying is kind of really awful.

As I rewatch 3B, I’m struck with just how hateworthy I find Lena in it (including: the previous episode which also has tons of Sam pleading with Lena to let her out and Lena denying her, how blasé and hypocritical Lena is hearing about Supergirl’s kryptonite hangup, how she reacts to Reign’s taunts about not being able to kill Reign, keeping the Harun-El even though she heard Alura talking about how she doesn’t want it on earth). I don’t remember hating Lena originally when the season aired. I think a lot of this is kind of hindsight. When it aired, I just kind of assumed that Lena would eventually find out about Supergirl and be cool about it relatively quickly and feel dumb about it, so adding some more facettes to her characters was cool with me. Instead Lena kept on going worse and worse.

The other factor is that I think Lena’s singleminded dedication to Sam and going to bat for her friend is supposed to kind of the touching balancing factor to her jerky behavior. The problem is that with hindsight we know that Sam ends up getting almost completely forgotten by the show and by Lena. Like, whenever characters (or fans) run around and insist “EVERYBODY has betrayed Lena and screwed her over”, I’m sitting here and going “Sam didn’t”. Sam didn’t know what was going on with her and after things got revealed, she was extremely upfront about everything. And yet Lena acts like she didn’t exist or didn’t matter. Kind of ruins the emotional impact of scenes like “you are Sam Arias, okay? You're the woman. I would trust with anything.”

#supergirl #lena luthor #sam arias #anti lena luthor

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❛ NO WITHOUT YOU ❜

First part: Don't cross the line.

with Hank ‘Tranq’ Loza.

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 1.8k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @sonsofeorl

Masterlist.

You were happy playing that tug-of-war through the years, feeling loved, appreciated and wanted. Feeling as if you were at home whenever he managed to hug you secretly, separated from the rest, imagining that you were completely alone in the world; with no worries, no fears, no unhappiness. Just you two enjoying the closeness, your skins, your scents getting mixed, your breathings dancing with the other. Just you two, alone. But he had to make it real. To push you out from your bubble, from your comfort zone. And now you're fucked, more than ever. Maybe you're acting like a coward, after days without stepping on the clubhouse, hiding yourself from him. Avoiding and declining his calls, not texting him back. Not opening the door when he comes to your house, even if he sits to wait for you for hours. You could never have thought that loving someone could be this painful. It feels like you're drowning, like when a wave swallows you and makes you roll towards the bottom. And no matter how many efforts you use to swim to the surface, because the wave pushes you down again, when you think that you are reaching it.

Pouring some tequila inside the small shot, you drink it by one gulp, feeling the burning sensation hurting your throat. Cleaning your mouth with the back of your left hand, you have a smoke from the cigar, with your eyes fixed on the horizon. The night has fallen down, covering the desert with his darkness but slightly illuminating it by the moon shine and all the stars spread across the sky. That would be the perfect night to die for love, if it weren't for the door that gets opened and closed in almost three seconds. With your legs curled against your chest and your chin resting over them, you have another drag waiting for your tío to step out to the small garden. He has seen you acting weirdly lately, but he didn't ask. And he didn't ask anything either, when you told him that you were going to stay at his house for some days. But finding you like that changes everything. Taking off the jacket of his suit and rolling up the sleeves by his arms, the mexican sits by your side, serving himself a shot. You rest your cheek over your knees, you watch him drink it in silence.

“It's okay if you don't want to talk with your father, mija, but talk to me, sí?” Marcus pulls away a tuft of hair, behind your ear.

“I'm in love, tío”. You mumble with your lips trembling about to cry again.

“Oh, mi niña”. He says hugging you with a fleeting smile appearing on his lips, in the meantime that his arms surround your body. “And why are you sad, ah? Being in love it's something amazing”.

“Being in love is a fucking shit”. You spit full of rage, with some tears touring your cheeks.

“Why do you say that? Is it not reciprocated? That man has to be fucking crazy to not fall in love with you, mija”.

“He does, tío. He does with all his heart”. You shake your head, pulling yourself away from his arms to look at him. “But… my father would never accept it”.

“Why?”

“Because… he is a Mayan. A brother. Part of the family”.

“Tell me it's not Ang—”.

“Shit, no”. You chuckle cleaning your cry from your face.

“Don't misunderstand me, he's a good man, but… I can't imagine you together”. He replies then with a soft laugh between his teeth. “So, are you going to tell me who is the lucky one?”

You doubt. You know he's not going to judge you, but you're not sure how he is going to react. Having a long, long smoke, until it drags your throat, you let it go through your nose.

“Tranq”. You just answer in a whisper.

Marcus leans back his head some inches, assimilating what you have said. The name you have given him. He's trying to remember some moments of you two together. Ephemeral caresses, some dearly and furtive smiles, pet-names in random occasions. He is starting to spin the situations, in a silence that makes you feel uncomfortable.

“Tío, say something…”

“You just…” He tries to speak, rubbing his chin with one of his hands. “How I didn't notice it before? Since when it's happening?”

“Since we met, six years ago”.

“Damn, mija! Six years? You two have been carrying this shit for six years? Hiding it from your father?” Marcus is really surprised, but you are not because of his reaction. “But, what is the matter? Why aren't you two together?”

“Do you think that my fa—?”

“Your father only wants happiness for you, mija. If he loves you, he will understand it. We don't choose who we fall in love with, or of who not”. He tries to make you understand, gently caressing the back of your head and your hair. “You should go to the clubhouse. Talk with them. Take charge of your life, mija. And stop hiding what you feel for what people could think. Even if it's your father who you are worried for”.

“I… drank six shots, tío”.

“I can take you”. Shrugging his shoulders, he stands up over his feet offering you a hand. “Take a shower, change that… horrible pajama and get ready. I'll be waiting for you here”.

Pursing your lips, you nod getting up from the grass, shaking your clothes before coming inside the house right to your room. You try to be quick, and the cold water covering your body is very helpful. Wearing black jeans, a crop top and a pair of sneakers, grabbing your phone and the keys of the house. Drying your hair again with a towel, you go out of the dorm looking for Marcus. You're literally shaking when you put the seat belt around you, facing the fact that you are really to end with your pain. That you are going to tell your father that you are in love and that he has to accept it, as your tío said. And when the black SUV reaches the front yard, you feel that you're about to die, seeing the older men sitting there and sharing some beers. Taza, Riz, Tranq and your father are staring at the car, watching you step out of it accompanied by Marcus.

Bishop is about to get up to greet you, but your raised hand towards him stops his moves, sitting down again confused and intrigued. Rubbing your face with both hands until your skin burns a little, you try to organize the words inside your head. But as much as you think about it, it only gets worse. Licking your lips, you first focus on your father.

“Dad… I love you and I respect you more than anyone, but I have to do something that you may not like it”.

Turning some inches towards Tranq, you bow your head for a second trying to breathe before looking for his eyes.

“These days have been a fucking shit without you. I'm sorry for not calling or texting you back. For not opening my door when you came. For avoiding you at all cost. For acting like a… fucking coward. But the truth is that I can't live without you. I don't wanna live without you. Not anymore. I love you. I've been doing it since six years ago”. In your speechless you can see how your father hits Tranq's chest, tangling his fingers in the green rosary, spitting some beer on the floor. If there's a level over being ‘fucking surprised’, your father is there. Totally maddened in silence, turning his face from you to his brother, once and again.

“It was you, cabrón?” He asks with both eyes opened too much.

“Bishop, list—”. Hank is about to defend himself, when your father throws himself to the floor, kneeling and his hands tangled in a huge fist.

“¡Por el amor de Dios, gracias!” (For God's sake, thank you).

Maybe it's the effect of the six shots you drank, but you're as lost as the crew is.

“Shit… All these years thinking you were with Angel… Oh, fuck!” He yells to the air, getting up and hardly breathing with a hand on his chest. “Oh, shit, mi vida. For a second I thought you came to tell me that you're pregnant or something like that. Fuck! I was on the edge of a heart attack”.

“See? I told you”. Your tío whispers into your ear.

“Oh, man…” Your father is laughing, starting to scare you because of his excitement, until he turns around to face Tranq showing him a serious gesture. “Because you haven't gotten her pregnant, right?”

“Bishop, I haven't touch her in sex years”. He just replies, getting up from his chair and leaving away the beer.

“But, do you love her or what?”

“Yes. Of course, I do”.

“Why yo—”.

“Dad, it's okay. We just… I think we need to talk”. You mumble, keeping your hands inside the pockets of your jacket, making a gesture with your neck towards Hank to follow you.

Biting your lower lip by a side, you start to walk right to the clubhouse. The most difficult part is done, and you can't stop thinking how stupid you have been. Setting him apart just for a paranoia. Just because your father might have retaliated against him. Coming inside, you wait for Tranq to close the door.

“I'm so so—”.

You can't finish the sentence when he takes two big steps closer, holding your face into his arms to crash your lips with his. You're about to falter, feeling the tears of relief filling your closed eyes. His tongue tastes much better when it finds yours, walking backwards through the hallway to the dorms. You need it. So he does. You can't wait for much more, blinded looking for the doorknob to turn it and open the room. His hands on your ass urged you to jump onto him, surrounding his waist with both legs.

“Fuck, mi vida…” He whispers lying down on his bed. “I don't give a shit about the distance, if you have to leave again”.

His voice breaks between short kisses, going down to your neck and his hands pawing your body over the clothes.

“I'm not leaving”. You gasp softly, taking off the leather kutte to throw it somewhere on the floor.

“What?” All his moves stop dead, pulling himself away for a second to look at you.

“I came because… I have a job offer in the hospital of Santo Padre. A permanent one”.

“You're not… leaving to New York again?” Simply shaking your head, you smile gentle, intertwining a hand in his necklace to push him closer.

“I wanna stay with you”.

“Of course you're staying with me, mi amor”.

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ninja-go-to-therapy · 4 years

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Whumptober 27: Okay, Who Had Natural Disasters On Their 2020 Bingo Card?

Earthquake

This one was an absolute delight to write. I just love this type of fic. Thanks to LovelyStressedPrincess for feeding me ideas and writing a couple of the paragraphs.

Summary: MK wakes up to an earthquake. At first he writes it off as paranoia, but as the day progresses, he can't help but feel like he's been here before.

Trigger Warnings: serious injury, mild self harm

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MK woke up to the world shaking. Books were thrown from his shelves, various trinkets going everywhere.

Oh shit, was this an — earthquake. The word left a gross sense of deja vu.

The earthquake stopped almost as quickly as it started.

Warily, he dressed himself, praying there wouldn’t be another one. This had been rather tame for an earthquake.

He hurried downstairs, not wanting to be late for work.

When he saw that the shop, too, was a complete and total mess, he couldn’t help but be a little bit relieved.

In the calabash, nobody but him had been affected by the “earthquakes”. This meant that it had actually been real.

Thank god.

“Kid, are you okay?” Pigsy asked.

MK snapped out of his thoughts. “What?”

“The earthquake, are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said.

Pigsy seemed satisfied. “Good. Let’s get started on cleaning this mess. I won’t have customers thinking we’re slobs!”

MK laughed breathlessly. Yeah, that was definitely Pigsy. There was absolutely nothing to worry about! Everything was all good.

An hour later, the shop was totally spick and span. Luckily, the earthquake hadn’t done too much damage.

From there, MK went on with his job, delivering noodles to people all across town. Rush hour had traffic, and there were no free samples.

Still, the earthquake had him on edge. But there was nothing to worry about. He was sure there was nothing to worry about.

The day proceeded to be almost painstakingly average. No horrible demons attacked, and he didn’t have to deal with any Karens at work. It was just… normal.

Almost suspiciously so.

At the end of his shift, Mei showed up. That was odd, wasn’t she supposed to have been busy? He could have sworn she was doing something today.

“Are you ready?” She asked, bouncing on her heels.

“Uh… ready for what?”

Mei laughed. “Don’t tell me you forgot.”

“Forgot…?”

“That event the arcade is holding? You know, the one we’ve been talking about for weeks?”

MK’s blood went cold.

There was no event. He’d never made plans with Mei. He was sure of it.

He would have remembered if he had, which meant… no, no, this was the only strange thing that had happened, it didn’t mean anything…

But what if it did?

What if he was trapped again? What if this was all fake? The earthquake, the complete and total perfect normalcy of the day…

Okay. Alright okay, there was an easy way to figure this out. He just needed to check for his staff.

Mei watched, looking somewhat concerned, as he reached for the staff. Only… it wasn’t there.

“Where’s the staff?” He asked, panic beginning to set in.

“Locking away DBK,” Mr. Tang supplied from across the room as he slurped down his noodles. “Are you feeling alright, MK? You look a little… ill.”

He had never done that. He’d never defeated DBK, not for real. It wasn’t true. They were lying to him, none of this was real.

“I’m fine,” he squeaked, backing away very, very slowly.

“Kid?”

He snapped around, coming face-to-face with Pigsy, who looked just as concerned as the other two.

Oh god, he was being boxed in, they were going to hurt him, they wouldn’t want to let him leave.

He forced his breathing to slow, and he gave the most natural smile he could muster. If he could convince them that he wasn’t onto them, he could buy himself some time.

“Everything’s good!” He said. “Sorry, I dunno what got into me! Anyways, I should probably make this last noodle delivery! I’ll be back soon for our thing, Mei!”

“If you’re sure…” Mei finally said, looking unconvinced.

“Please, I’ll be as quick as a bunny! You know how great I am at noodle deliveries, after all,” he said, as if he thought the concern was him not making it back in time. If he just kept playing dumb, everything would be fine. He just needed to get away.

He grabbed the bag of food, getting into his cart as calmly as possible.

Almost there almost there almost there.

Finally, he deemed himself a good distance from them. He didn’t know to what extent the demons had control over this… realm? Pocket dimension? Illusion? But he had to figure this out quick, before they realized he knew what was up.

Still, he couldn’t stop the panic from growing. Everything was so much more natural than last time. Had he not been here before, he probably would have just written it all off as a bump on the head.

But he knew better. He wasn’t stupid.

He came to a stop on the side of the road, putting his head on the steering wheel.

He needed to go. But he needed to stop. Why was he freaking out so much? He’d been here before, this would be a piece of cake.

But his breathing refused to calm, and he was pretty sure he was going to vomit.

Deep breaths, he demanded of himself. Deep. Breaths.

“MK?”

He looked up, his knuckles going white from how hard he was gripping the wheel.

“Monkey King,” he greeted stiffly, swallowing down his fear.

“Well that’s a little formal,” he laughed.

MK just looked at him, ignoring his comment in favor of trying to determine what to do. Fake or not, Monkey King was too strong for him to fight. Especially without his staff.

Monkey King frowned. “You seem—”

Agitated, MK thought with a growing sense of dread. He was going to say that. Jin and Yin were just taunting him, they were playing with him, they were letting him know—

“Worried.”

Instead of comforting him, MK only felt the sense of nausea swirling in his stomach get worse. They had gotten smarter.

That wasn't good.

“Mhmm,” he agreed, not trusting himself to speak.

“Did something happen?”

Besides being trapped in an evil artifact again? Besides the fact that the world around him was completely and utterly fake? Besides knowing that everyone here was nothing but a lie?

“Nope!” He forced out. “Just had a long night!”

He needed to get his staff he needed to get out he needed to run.

“Anyway, I’vegottodeliverthesenoodlesbye.” He didn’t give Monkey King a chance to stop him, speeding off in his cart as fast as it would take him. By the grace of the heavens, he didn’t follow him.

Okay. Tang had said his staff was on the mountain. He found it a little odd that the demons would put it right back where it had been last time, but hopefully that would make it easier for him. If last time’s experience had taught him anything, it was that he would have to be fast.

He didn’t know how quickly Jin and Yin would send his “friends” after him. He glared at the street. Friends. They were nothing but empty shells, puppets on strings. That may have been the most cruel part of all. Trying to make him believe that the people he loved were real.

Focus MK. Just get to the mountain.

He could do this.

He continued to drive, trying hard to force all other thoughts out of his head. It was hard to not think about things when you were thinking about not thinking about them.

It was hard not to focus on the fact that he was trapped in a tiny world controlled by two people who were intent on destroying him, who were holding his life in their hands, who were manipulating and playing with it like putty, who wanted him to suffer and not know it until the very last moment.

Tears pushed at his eyes. It wouldn’t be like last time. He’d figured it out way faster, and now he was going to put an end to it.

This didn’t help to calm the panic.

Jin and Yin had done a better job this time. They were smarter. This could only mean horrible things for him if he let it go on any further.

He pulled to a stop again, squeezing his eyes shut. He just needed a minute. He just needed a quick minute. Everything was gonna be fine.

He covered his eyes with his hand, as if it would block the tears. It really only served to make his hand wet.

Shakily, he ran his other hand through his hair, flinching when a sharp burst of pain came from it.

Carefully, he touched that spot again. There was a large, really fucking painful bump. When had that happened? He didn’t remember hitting his head…

Whatever, he could worry about it later. Right now, he needed to pull himself together and get the hell to the mountain before he was caught.

He couldn’t manage to stop crying, but the tears had at least slowed enough that he felt he could drive again. His vision was only slightly blurry.

Just as he pulled up to the construction site, his phone rang.

“Um… hello?” he asked, cursing himself when he choked up. Fuck, now they would know he’d been crying.

“Kid? You okay?” Pigsy asked from the other end of the line.

“I’m—” so scared “fine.” He forced down a bitter laugh. They really had gotten smarter. A worried phone call instead of all his friends randomly showing up to stop him from taking back his staff, yeah, that was clever. But he wasn’t stupid. He was going to get out of here, and he was going to go home.

“Okay, great, care to tell me why this tracker app says you’re hanging around at that construction site instead of doing your job?” Pigsy asked, sounding somewhat annoyed.

“I’m not stupid!” MK yelled, unable to hold himself back. He all but flung himself into the elevator, directing it down. “You can’t keep me in here this time!”

“What?”

“You can’t trick me that easily again!”

“Kid, hold on, I’ll be right there—”

“Don’t even try it!”

He hung up, glaring at his dark phone screen as the elevator continued to descend.

And then, out of nowhere, it stopped.

“Come on, you stupid piece of junk!” he begged, “Work!”

Oh god. He’d given himself away, and if he didn’t get to the ground in time, they’d catch up with him. Fuck fuck fuck, he was so stupid, why had he done that?

He looked down, weighing his options. He couldn’t jump, not without his staff. He’d break something for sure.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. He kicked the wall of the elevator as if that would do something.

He was a sitting duck. For a few, dreadful minutes, he sat there, contemplating his options. He was going to throw up.

“MK?” he heard.

No.

“Are you here? Pigsy sent me since I was already nearby.”

No no no, he wasn’t letting not-Mei ruin everything.

“MK?”

He covered his mouth, hoping it would quiet down his breathing. He couldn’t make a sound.

He heard Mei fiddling with the lever of the elevator. “Move, you stupid…” she gave it a kick, and then it started to move. Up.

No!

He didn’t have a choice. He forced the gate open, tumbling out and to the ground.

The resounding crack echoed loudly.

“MK, oh my god!”

He scrambled to his feet, whimpering through the pain, limping frantically for the staff. Almost there, almost there—

“Kid, stop! What is he doing?”

“He’s going crazy, he just jumped from this thing!”

“Holy shit, MK, stop!”

He tuned out their words, forcing back the tears and the pain. Almost there. Just a little closer—

Someone grabbed him.

“No!” he screamed, wrenching himself from their grip. They only grabbed him again.

“MK, bud, take a deep breath. Can you do that?”

Monkey King was here why was Monkey King here he wouldn’t be here if this wasn’t all fake.

“Let me go!” he screamed, twisting out of his mentor’s hold once more, barely making it two steps before he fell to the ground.

His not-friends were surrounding him.

He couldn’t breathe, they weren’t going to let him get to that staff, he could barely even think through the pain, he needed to move, but he couldn’t.

“Give him some air!” Pigsy demanded, pushing Monkey King to the side as he kneeled beside MK. “Kid, look at me.”

MK squeezed his eyes shut tight. “You c-can’t trick me, not again,” he whispered.

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb! I know! I told you I know! Give it up already!” he sobbed, clutching his leg.

They were trying so hard to save this, it was almost pathetic. They’d gotten Pigsy just right this time, too.

He loosened his grip on his leg, slowly sitting up.

“Hey, hey, be careful—”

He bolted. He shot to his feet and ran for the staff, holding back every scream and every sob. He could hurt when he was free.

His fingers brushed against the staff—

He was yanked back.

Mei was there, holding her blade. “We can’t let you do this,” she whispered.

“You can’t stop me this time!”

He threw a punch, actually managing to land a hit on her. She looked shocked and horrified and scared all rolled into one.

“MK,” Tang said, approaching him with his hands up, as if to show that he wasn’t a threat. “You need to calm down so we can look at your leg.”

MK had to give the demons props. Tang really did look scared.

“Stay. Away from me!”

Mei put a hand on his shoulder. “We just want to help,” she insisted.

Without thinking, he kicked her with his bad leg, nearly falling to the ground himself with the pain. Still, he scrambled for the staff once more.

Monkey King forced him to the ground. “Enough!” he shouted.

MK didn’t listen to him, crying so hard from the pain that he couldn’t see straight. He kicked, and screamed, and fought, but Monkey King, real or not, was so much stronger than him. He was helpless.

“Just kill me!” he sobbed, thrashing in Monkey King’s grip. “Just kill me!” he begged again. “I know that’s what you want! Just do it!”

Monkey King recoiled. “Where would you even get that idea? Kid, it’s me. I would never want you to be hurt. But you’re hurting yourself by doing this.”

MK thrashed harder, his sobs making his whole body shake and tremble. His leg twisted in the wrong way.

He screamed, the sound ripping from his throat painfully. His breathing picked up, he was hyperventilating again, get off him get off him get off him he needed to get out please let him go he wanted to go home he wanted to be in reality again.

“We need to get him to a hospital,” Tang said, from somewhere to his right.

“Mei, call an ambulance,” Pigsy said, looking over MK worriedly.

“No!” he sobbed, weakly fighting back. It hurt so much. He was beginning to get tired. “Let me go, kill me, please…”

“Help is on the way, bud,” Monkey King said.

In one last attempt, MK reached weakly for the staff, even as darkness began to overtake his vision.

He had been so close.

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babysizedfics · 3 years

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i dislike mondays. ugh. but because monday is piano day i wanna know do any of the sides play an instrument?? & how did they react when virgil showed up, how long did it take for them to become comfortable? -🌙

i cant think of the instruments atm hshshhs i dont wanna mix concepts

how the light sides reacted when virgil showed up and how they decided virgil could move in permanently

TWs: angst (hurt/comfort style), anxiety attack mentioned, mention of abuse (in mentioning that this is NOT abuse)

virgil arrived trembling very late on an autumn night

logan was already asleep and roman was in his room doing something, only patton heard the gentle tentative knock on their front door

when he pulled the door open, he saw what looked like a child with a large backpack hurrying away from the door, so he called out "excuse me? Did you knock?" and it isnt until the person freezes and turns around that patton realises it's virgil - one of the sides he hasnt actually seen in YEARS

virgil hugs himself tightly, scratching harshly at his hoodie sleeves, mouth opening and closing wordlessly, not able to speak to someone so unfamiliar

patton can see tear tracks on his cheeks

"hey, kiddo, do you wanna come inside?" patton asks very gently, holding the door open as wide as it will go and taking a step back to give virgil space

it takes a good few moments of virgils eyes darting between the door and pattons shoulder and the sidewalk behind him and his feet but eventually he tiptoes up to the house and hesitates a moment before stepping into the warmth

as he passes by patton is reminded of how young virgil is compared to all of them, he's so small, just above five foot patton reckons, with lanky legs and the slightest baby fat on his cheeks still - he's only 16 if patton remembers correctly. last time he saw virgil was when he was 10.

he's different sure, his hair is no longer white but dyed a dull black, hes taller and clearly wearing makeup - and either he lost his freckles or he owns very thick foundation - but patton recognises the tentative tiptoe walk and the way he looks at the ground and hugs himself. he's still the same vulnerable child patton wished he could have seen more of all those years ago were it not for janus distancing the dark sides from them all

virgil is shaking like a leaf and still hasnt spoken (patton has never heard him speak besides whispered one or two words phrases to janus when they used to all attend meetings together) but patton guides him through to the kitchen quietly and makes him some chamomile tea which he knows is meant to be good for anxiety

he doesnt get much of an idea of why virgil is there since he still hasnt spoken a word - patton doesnt know at this point that virgil is autistic or selectively mute - but he knows that there must be a reason that paranoia felt the safest place to be was a totally new environement. something must have happened at home

he doesnt actually ask virgil what happened, knowing if he wanted to say he would, and simply tells him that he is safe and nothing will hurt him here. its late, if he would like patton can drive him back ((virgil instantly goes wide eyed and teary and shakes his head and breathes faster - patton holds his hand up and gently continues)) but if not then he can stay the night and they can talk in the morning

theres no negative response to that so once virgil has finished with his tea (only drinking about a third of it) patton shows him to the spare room, points out where the bathroom is, and gets him settled

((continues below cut))

it isnt until the next morning at breakfast that patton informs logan and roman what happened and that virgil is still in the room upstairs. roman is completely offended that it happened without any prior warning, that an intruder snuck under his nose, and logan is merely shocked and curious as to what happened.

i wont develop on that first day much more at the moment - but essentially the sides can only be outside of their own abode for 7 days (rounded up to midnight on the last day). if they are in the OTHER house (subconscious or conscious) by the time that week is up, their function will adjust and be reassigned to that part of the mind

virgil stays for six days - after the second day he was comfortable enough around patton to speak to him if they were on their own, but not at length. mostly whispering and never more than a sentence at a time. he told patton that he had a fight with janus and that he didnt want to be in that house anymore but he didnt share any details.

patton didnt feel he NEEDED details. if virgil felt uncomfortable in that house he didnt see why virgil should be made to stay there.

roman refused to speak to virgil the entire time he stayed there

on the seventh day of virgil staying with them, logan tried to speak to him in the morning, explaining that he must go back to the other house before midnight, thats just how its meant to be. it triggered virgil to have an anxiety attack right there in the living room and logan very bewildered helped him get through it.

patton took virgil back up to the spare room and reassured him that if virgil didnt want to do something he didnt have to - that included living with the others. virgil whispered that this is how things are meant to be - repeating logans words - and patton was internally furious. he told virgil he would soeak to the other two

that evening in the last couple of hours before virgil is due to either go back or be destined to stay with them forever, patton has logan and roman sat in the kitchen and refuses to give up his case

i wrote this dialogue a few months ago but this is where it begins:

P: He's just a child!

R: He's hardly an innocent little lamb, Pat

P: Don't you two remember being 16? Roman when you were that young you were still in school, you still had braces

R, blushing: No need to reminsce...

P: Logan when you were sixteen he hadn't even been created yet, not for another year. You were still figuring out how the mindscape worked!

L: I... was it really so long ago?

P: And when I was sixteen Roman and-- they were still-- *sigh* We were all just children. We were confused and scared but at least we knew where we belonged.

L, gently: Patton. He belongs in the subconscious with the others

P: You're both ignoring the fact that the must be a reason why he doesn't want to be there anymore. Why he doesn't want to be with them

R, angry and ready to fight: Are you suggesting they abused him??

P: No!! No, he said thats not it--

L: The mindscape would have alerted us in some way. And we are all essentially facets of Thomas; even if we all behave differently and hold different values, it is not in any of our natures to be maliciously cruel.

R: then what did patton mean?

P: I mean you know what the others are like. How they behave, how they live. Virgil has been with us for six days now and I can't be the only one who's noticed how different he is from the rest of them. He's quiet and cautious and gentle. He's frightened

L: Janus and Remus are not above feeling fear

P: I know but... He obviously doesn't feel safe with them. He doesn't fit in there

R: Well he doesn't fit in here either!! We've already got our dynamic all worked out - The brains, the brawn, and the beauty! A fourth doesnt fit into that!

P: well then we'll adapt so he does fit in

R scoffs and storms toward the closed kitchen door

P: Roman, please--

R opens the door and everyone freezes to see Virgil stumble back from it, clearly having been listening to their conversation

P: Oh kiddo... We were just--

R, bitter: Eavesdropping, huh?

V remains silent and glares at romans feet, hugging himself tightly

R: see, paranoia can't even look me in the eyes! He's obviously up to--

V: virgil

R, shocked because its the first time he has heard V speak and its quiet: what?

V: n-not paranoia. virgil.

everyone is silent and V immediately regrets speaking. he turns and hurries back up to the spare room

L looks from where V ran away, back at P's dejected look, and nods to himself, taking a deep breath

R sees this and instantly knows what it means - Logan has made his mind up. and what he says goes

R, sarcastic: great

R storms out and runs up to his room, slamming the door hard enough for P and L to feel it rumble from downstairs

After a moment P starts to stand up to go check on R and V. Then L's hand stops him

L: He can stay

P looks at L, eyes full to the brim with tears, looking so so hopeful and relieved. he sinks back to his chair and takes L's hand tightly

P: really?!

L nods and pulls his hand from P's hold: Really. If the mindscape thought it necessary to Thomas' psyche it could have prevented Virgil from even finding his way here. But it didn't

P wipes at his eyes and smiles wobbily

L: And we do have a spare bedroom. Which honestly always baffled me, I didn't request it of the mindscape... I daresay this may be the exact reason we were equipped with a four-bedroom house

P gasps: You mean this was destiny??

L: That is a highly emotionally charged way of putting it. But yes quite possibly

P sniffles and instantly pulls Logan into a tight hug. L very awkwardly returns it, then pulls back

P: Logan thank you so SO much, you have no idea--

L: I have one condition though

P instantly nods and looks at L very intently with a big smile

L, hesitating: You need to inform Janus before midnight

P's smile drops. his eyes drift to the digital clock on the oven - 23:34

L: At exactly midnight the change will be made permanent. While this was within Virgil's right to have a say in the matter, Janus is still his legal guardian. He--

P: he deserves to know...

L, sympathetic: I can handle telling Roman and--

P, desperate: I want to tell Virgil!

L, smiling softly: as you wish

...

23:42

P holds the telephone to his ear and dials janus' number. It only rings once

J: Hello? Virgil??

P: It- It's Patton.

J: Is virgil still there??

P: yes he-

J: For goodness sake Patton, do you have any idea what day it is, what time it is!! He was only supposed to stay a few nights!

P: I--

J: are you dropping him off? Do I need to pick him up?? I'll get in the car right now

P: Janus, I'm sorry he-

J: is he hurt?!

P: No! No he's not hurt

J: Then why the hell isn't he back yet! You know we don't have much longer!!

P: Janus-

J: I swear to GOD if anythinf has happened to him-

P: he isnt coming back

J: ... what?

P: Virgil, um... He's staying here. For good

P: Janus, I--

*janus hangs up*

Patton stays frozen, hand over his mouth and eyes burning with unshed tears. he slowly lowers the phone back to the table, then sees movement in the corner of his eye. he gasps and quickly looks up.

virgil is standing just around the corner and jumps at pattons reaction, clearly highly strung. patton smiles reassuringly despite the tears in his eyes. "hey kiddo. sorry if i scared you"

virgil shrugs a little stiffly. it makes his backpack fall down his arm - and patton realises virgil has packed all his things in his bag again

"um.. do i- do i need to walk?" virgil asks, shaky and small

patton bites his lip and very slowly and carefully approaches virgil, stopping when virgil took a step back

"do you want to go back?" patton asks sincerely

virgil shakes his head immediately, strongly

patton nods to himself, but still prompts "are you completely sure?"

virgil slumps a little, voice even quieter. "i-i can go if you want"

"no" patton quickly says "no kiddo, i didnt mean that at all. youre allowed to stay if you want to"

virgil actually meets pattons eyes for the first time in his life - only for a second, but it blows patton away a little - "really??"

patton smiles sadly. "really really" then he turns serious. this is a serious matter after all. "but its permanent, okay? and if you change your mind or not thats completely fine but you have to do it in the next-" he checks his phone "-7 minutes so that I have enough time to drive you back"

virgil blinks hard and takes a big measured breath at that. he even sways a little and patton holds his arms out - not touching virgil but offering him something to hold if he needs to

virgil tentatively holds onto the sleeve of pattons fleece. "can, um... am i allowed to sit down?"

"of course, kiddo, come on" and patton leads him to the living room

they sit on the couch, just a couple of feet between them. by virgils doing - pat sat down first and let virgil sit wherever he pleased. when virgil didnt take the seat furthest and instead sat right next to pstton, the older side knew virgil must need comfort

and for the next few minutes virgil just sat and breathed a little too shallow and fast and looked at his phone every moment to check the time. it was the longest few minutes of either of their lives, sitting in silence and waiting for virgil to make up his mind

at least thats what patton thought, until he saw the time reading 23:58

it was well past the time they had to leave if they could get virgil back in time. virgil wasnt making up his mind - he was counting down the seconds until he was officially free from the subconscious

and then the clock hits midnight and virgil goes deadly tense and still, as if he's waiting for his phone to blow up in his face or something. neither of them moves or speaks, its been silent for minutes but this is deafening

but after a minute or two with no exploding phone or whatever else virgil expected, he breathes a big shaky sigh. he looks hesitantly up at patton, eyes falling just to the right of his head to avoid eye contact "is-is that it?"

patton nods slowly, a little stunned himself. "i guess so. do you feel any different?"

virgil blinks and frowns. then whispers "i'm... anxiety."

"you feel anxious?"

virgil picks at a loos thread on his ripped jeans. "y-yeah but... but my function"

"oh!" patton gasps, not knowing what else to say. he goes for reassurance. "well that's okay. whatever you are, you're still virgil."

"i... do i live here now?" virgil whispers, and the hope and relief in his voice is just too much for patton not to smile

"you live here now" he assures, feeling his heart swell when he sees the tiniest hint of a smile pull at virgils lips - the first sign of joy he's shown since being there

"can i please hug you virgil?" he asks

virgil hesitates, ducking his head a little, but then he nods very subtly.

patton carefully scooches closer on the couch and hunches down to wrap his arms around virgil firmly but softly. virgil is tense in his hold, so patton only hugs him for a brief moment before pulling away and smiling down at him

"welcome home kiddo" he whispers

...

so as you can see patton clearly warms up to virgil quickly - it doesnt take logan much longer though virgil is intimidated by him at first and they dont get very close for at least a year. roman hardly speaks to virgil for weeks, and beyond that their interactions are limited to arguments and insults for at least two years. it isnt until virgils third year living there when he helps roman realise he has undiagnosed adhd that they start to get along more, albeit reluctantly at first

i do know a lot more about this time period in the au (and some of it is written) so if you have more questions pls do ask!

#little/big concepts #little angst #asks #🌙 anon

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