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professorrw · 2 years

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Cheerleader Pt. 1

☆stranger things masterlist☆

Pairing: female reader x Eddie Munson

Summary: Y/n and Chrissy are best friends, but when she dies, she knows things aren't as everyone seems to think. Maybe Eddie is innocent.

Warnings: SPOILERS for ST4, teen drinking, partying, drugs, death, violence, cursing, fluff, potentially more

A/N: This is turning out longer than I expected so it's going to be multiple parts. Eddie needs some fanfics so bad so here I am making one! Please check in for the next parts soon! Requests open (Stranger Things, Marvel, Harry Potter), taglist open, inbox open! Please like, comment, and reblog!

It was the day of the big championship game. The entire school, or at least most of it, was stoked. Hawkins High hadn’t won a championship in ages, but this year was going to be different. The basketball team was amazing, the band was awesome, and the cheerleaders were impeccable. You were biased though, being a cheerleader yourself. But you knew how hard you and the rest of the cheer squad had worked on all the routines and you just had a good feeling about this game.

While you may have been in high spirits, your best friend Chrissy Cunningham wasn’t doing very well. She had been telling you for the past few days how bad she had been feeling and the horrible headaches she was getting. You knew she was taking tylenols but they weren’t helping. And nothing would help with her nightmares. You offered to spend the night with her whenever they first began but she declined, not wanting to bother you. You really didn’t mind, you just wanted your friend to be okay.

“Chrissy?” you asked, waiting outside the bathroom stall. You were walking down the hall with her when she rushed into the bathroom and promptly locked herself in a stall. She didn’t answer but you could hear her gagging and sniffling. The door to the bathroom opened and you saw a redhead walk into the bathroom with headphones around her neck. You had seen her around before but couldn’t remember her name. You smiled awkwardly at her while Chrissy continued to barf in the stall.

“Is she okay?” the redhead asked.

“Um- no not really,” you said.

You heard some shuffling in the stall and then heard Chrissy say, “Who is it?”

You looked at the girl and waited for her to say her name. “Oh it’s- it’s Max. Max Mayfield.”

Max. You had heard of her before. She was Billy Hargroves little sister. You didn’t know him very well, just what everyone said about him and how he died in the mall fire last year.

Chrissy heard Max say what her name was, and you guessed that Chrissy didn’t care since she didn’t reply. Or at least you thought she wasn’t but after a very guttural sounding puke she said, “Could you please leave?”

You looked at Max expectantly. Usually you wouldn’t tell people to leave the bathroom but you knew your friend was struggling and probably embarrassed. She nodded and started walking out the door and you followed. “I’m going to get some water Chrissy, okay? I’ll be back in a minute.”

You and Max walked out into the hall. She lingered for a second and appeared like she wanted to ask you something. She didn’t though, and instead just gave you a small smile and walked off. You went to the vending machine down the hallway and stuck some quarters in it. Clink, clink, clink. They fell to the bottom of the slot. You pressed C1 for water and watched as the metal swirls let the bottle drop down to the opening at the bottom of the vending machine. You pushed open the piece to get the water and started heading back to the bathroom.

It was silent. You tilted yourself down just a little and saw that Chrissy was still in the stall, but she wasn’t moving or making any noise. “Chrissy?” you asked.

No answer. “Chrissy?” You shifted your weight back and forth between your feet. “Chrissy, are you okay in there?” you repeated one more time. Still no answer. You checked to make sure the other stalls were empty before going into the stall next to hers and getting on your hands and knees. The floor was absolutely disgusting but that didn’t matter right then. You crawled under the stall and into Chrissy’s.

She was sitting there, totally unmoving other than her eyes. Her eyelids were twitching and all you could see was the white part of her eyeballs. “Chrissy!” you exclaimed. You waved your hand in front of her face but she didn’t seem aware, or present at all. You grabbed a hold of her shoulders and shook her. You were starting to panic. In a situation like that you had no idea what to do. Was she having a seizure? Was she in shock? You had no idea.

“Chrissy! Chrissy please,” you pleaded. “Come on, come on, say something! It’s okay! I’m here.”

Suddenly she gasped, and her eyes went back to normal. She was shaking all over and her eyes darted around like crazy.

“Oh Chrissy,” you said, wrapping your arms around her. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“I- I don’t know what that was…” she trembled. “I was here but it was different and…”

“Do you need to go home? I can take you to the nurse. Or we can just skip. I’ll drive you.”

She shook her head. “No, no. I’ll be fine. I have to talk to the guidance counselor later anyways and today is the big game. I can’t miss it.”

You looked at her for a moment, thinking about protesting but you knew it would be of no use. Chrissy wouldn’t miss the game for anything. Jason, her boyfriend and captain of the basketball team, would be really disappointed if she didn’t come.

“Okay. Just make sure that you tell her about what happened. And here, drink this water.” You handed her the water and waited for her to take a few sips.

She knew you were still worried just by the way you were staring at her. Your eyebrows were creased and you were barely blinking, like if you did she would just vanish into thin air. “I’m fine, okay? I’ll see you at lunch, promise,” Chrissy said. You sighed but relented.

Your classes before lunch passed by in a blur. No one was really focused on the school work. Many were buzzing about the game later, and the celebration that would come afterwards if Hawkins won. You weren’t really thinking about the game. Your mind was on your best friend. “What was that back there?” you thought.

You parked yourself next to Chrissy at your usual lunch table with Jason and his basketball friends. The energy at the table was very consuming as they all chatted animatedly about the upcoming game.

“We’re gonna smoke them,” Chance said. All the other boys agreed. “They’re not going to know what hit them. Isn’t that right, Lucas?” He turned to one of the freshmen at the table. He had been on the bench the entire season, and he was quieter than most basketball players you knew. Especially the ones at your table.

“Yeah, for sure man,” he answered.

From behind you a voice spoke up, catching the attention of most of the cafeteria. It was Eddie Munson.

Eddie was standing up on top of a lunch table saying, “...or parties or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!” He directed that towards your table and Jason stood up.

“You want something, freak?” Jason yelled. Eddie smiled and made horns on his head with his hands. Jason gave him a look and muttered, “prick,” as he sat back down.

Eddie was a senior. He had been a senior for a while now, and had failed his last year multiple times. At least that’s what everyone said. You weren’t well acquainted with him at all but you had a class with him. He was talkative and had an outgoing personality, but you didn’t see anything wrong with that.

Almost the entire school considered him a “freak” though because he liked to play Dungeon and Dragons. Personally you didn’t play it, but one of the kids you babysat did. You had heard plenty of stories about how the game made people violent and it was satanic. You thought it was a load of bull. It was just a harmless game.

“Y/N,” Chrissy whispered, getting your attention. You had some pizza in your mouth so you looked at her and raised your eyebrows, letting her know to continue. “I set up a… meeting with Eddie for later today.”

You quirked an eyebrow, showing that you didn’t understand. She looked around anxiously and scooted a little closer. “For… stuff. He sells.” Realization hit you. She was buying drugs. Chrissy was buying drugs. That was something you never thought would happen. Chrissy had always been so straight laced.

You nodded and swallowed your food. “What for?” you asked. You had never done drugs before but knew a couple people who did. Your knowledge of drugs was pretty limited. You knew about the not-so-bad stuff like weed.

“Maybe it’ll help with the headaches. And the nightmares.” She chewed on her lip and looked at you seriously.

“Okay. Be safe though.” You weren’t going to scold her or anything like that. Chrissy was truly struggling and maybe it was worth a try. She let out a breath and shut her eyes for a second. She must have been afraid to tell you. You rubbed her shoulder briefly, causing Jason to look over at you two.

“You okay Chrissy?” he asked. She nodded and smiled at him. She must not be telling him then. Just you.

Hours later you were in the gym, cheering on the basketball team. It was a close game, but you were hopeful that the Hawkins team would pull through and win the championship. The gym was packed full of supporters. It seemed like half the town showed up.

“WOO!” you cheered, waving your pom-poms. There was just a few seconds left on the clock. Jason took the shot, as everyone watched with bated breath. He missed. Your shoulders fell. But then underneath the goal was Lucas, the freshman benchwarmer. He got the ball, took a couple steps back, jumped, and shot. The crowd erupted in cheers. Hawkins had won the championship. The entire basketball team converged on Lucas, hoisting him up on their shoulders and chanting his name.

Later on in the night the gym had cleared out, and the only students left were the basketball players and some cheerleaders in the parking lot. There was plans to go to a well-known place for parties.

“Hey, I’m going to go home and change but I’ll meet you guys there,” Chrissy said. You and Jason nodded and she walked off to her car. You knew that Chrissy wasn’t actually just going home. She was going to Eddie Munson’s house. Apparently he didn’t have what Chrissy wanted with him when they met at school. Jason was unaware of what was going on but you weren’t going to tell him. It wasn’t your place.

The party was hectic and full of alcohol, but you knew your limits. After a few drinks you decided to go home. The next morning you woke up to your mom calling your name. “Y/n! Y/n will you come down here?”

You went down the stairs and went to the living room where your mom and dad were watching the news. You were confused at first then you heard what the reporters were saying. Someone had been murdered last night. Collapsing onto the couch next to your mom, she wrapped her arms around you. She was scared to death of something like that happening to you. After all the death that had plagued Hawkins her worry was entirely warranted. You returned her embrace while she sniffled.

Not too long after you saw that on the news you got a call. “Hello?” you asked.

“Hey y/n it’s Jason.” You raised your eyebrows at who was calling you. He had never called you before, and wouldn’t really talk to you much when you were around him. The only reason you guys were ‘friends’ was because he was Chrissy’s boyfriend. Wait. Chrissy. She never showed up last night to that party. Fear swept over you as Jason continued to talk.

“Did you ever see Chrissy last night? Did you talk to her at all during or after the party?” his voice was urgent as he questioned you. You began to panic.

“Why? Did- Did something happen?” Your voice trembled and your hands shook.

“Listen to me very carefully y/n. I’m guessing you’ve seen the news. Last night Chrissy was… killed.”

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power-rings · 8 months

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Till Death

AN: So, I just finished Reminders of Him by Colleen Hoover and it inspired me to write this story. Just a heads up... if you don't like Shadamy don't read. I'm not usually writing about these two so this is different than my usual content. They're a guilty pleasure of mine. ;) Listen while you read!

Chapter 1: This life Without You

(Amy's POV)

Every now in then I will sit in our bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about our beautiful children we made together. How they are living life without you, just as I am. I would have never imagine you'd go first. You died doing what you loved, though. Died as a hero. I have to remind myself that constantly. I guess I should have expected it. You have came to so many close calls before. But, seeing our oldest daughter trying to process the meaning of death. She's eight-years-old now, and she's slowly understanding it. It's heart shattering. We decided to have you cremated, we spread some of your ashes and ever since then all I could see is our daughter's teary eyes watch them as they fall. We had a stuffed toy made for our younger son with your ashes inside. I kept a ring with your ashes inside the stone. It's been 2 years since your passing. Most of everyone we know has mostly moved on, excluding Tails. I haven't actually slept in our bed since your passing. If I'm in our bedroom, I just usually hug your pillow and try to savor your smell. I tried so hard to wash it out. It still smelled like you, and that's why I can't sleep in here. After about 10:30 I get up and start my day with a cup of coffee. The house is eerily silent, our children went with your parents, and Uncle Tails to the beach. They deserved it with school starting in a couple of weeks. I'm trying my hardest to get back into routine now that the kids are going to away from home more.

Cream and her mom still runs their cafe in town, and they're gonna have me work there. I need to get out of the house, anyway. Cream will be starting her own career soon. She surprised me as she grew up very interested in fashion, and over the years with her mom's help, she landed an opportunity to purchase a spot to design and sell her clothing. I never felt so proud. Since she'll be away finalizing some paperwork with her mother, so I'll be working with some other employees instead. I stand before the closet and sighed. It's been 2 years. You've got this, Amy. I pick out a white top, with the uniform provided for the employees. It's just a simple blue apron with the emblem of the company's name "Vanilla's Cafe". I positioned my name tag near the front pocket.

I left the porch light on in case I have a later shift. I lock the front door, fix my purse strap on my shoulders, and hold my coffee tumbler close to me as I make my way towards the cafe. The cafe is located almost at the end of street, it's an adorable little building. Suits Vanilla perfectly. I hesitate at the door, before Cream rushes towards me, and embraces me tightly. I embrace her just as tightly. "I'm so glad you showed up, Amy!" Her gaze was apologetic. "We shouldn't be too long," she squeezed my hands. Understanding that I haven't been in the work environment since Sonic passed away. "Alex, and Clarice will be there to help. Ciara should be in soon too." I didn't say much, just nodded and gave Vanilla and Cream one last hug before they hurried over to a nearby taxi. Immediately, the smells of cupcakes, cookies, and coffee is overwhelming to my senses as I step inside. Alex is the first one to greet me, and help me find a spot in the back to put my belongings. Clarice greeted me once she finalized the customer's order. They're both wonderful company. They ask which task I prefer to do. Cream must have told them I have been out of work for awhile. I ask to keep up with inventory, restock items, and clean. After about a slow hour or two, the customers started pouring in as I was cleaning off a table. We got a phone call from Cream that everything went well finalizing the paperwork, and payment. However, they discovered some electrical issues, and wasn't sure how long that would take. We were all doing well, by ourselves, but I know Cream and her mother felt awful about abandoning them at the cafe. After the phone conversation, we continued on handling orders, I was able to take care of some costumers at the register, while another employee took a restroom break and Ciara handled a big to-go order.

It's been about 6 hours that I've been at the cafe, I was told by Ciara to go to my break. I actually felt hungry for a change. I finished sweeping under the booth nearby, then she took over willingly. We each had 30 minutes, unless we were running slower than normal. Ciara encouraged that I take a longer break if needed. I grabbed my purse, and stepped outside. Looking down at the various shops nearby. A diner caught my eye. It was one of Sonic's favorites. I hadn't been in years. I don't think I can handle going in there. I stop in front of the door. Hesitating, to go inside. It's torture. I see a sign with hot dogs topped with every topping that I could think of. The sight of it made me sick to my stomach. I shook my head, and I pushed myself to open pull the door towards me and walk indoors. Nothing had changed about the diner. Same smells, same workers, the only difference was some of the decor. I picked a booth near the entrance. I sighed in relief. It's a step forward. A familiar waitress came up with a big smile, "Good evening! Just one menu?" She kind of looked confused, I guess she remembered Sonic and I coming here often. I felt a lump in my throat.

"Yes please. Can I have a water?" I asked, before she handed me the menu, and some utensils rolled up in napkins. She nodded, and went towards the bar while I looked over the menu. The first item I noticed was of course the well-known chili dogs that Sonic loved so much. I didn't eat them very much, but I loved making them for him at home and his excitement when he came home to a good handful of chili dogs. When the waitress came back, I asked for a chili dog, with no jalapeño or onions, and a side of steak fries. The waitress actually looked shocked; I'm sure she remembers I would mainly order a salad here. She went back to the bar, and gave the cooks my ticket. I sat back and waited. Feeling antsy, I got up and fiddled with the boombox to find something. Sonic always liked rock. I picked a random playlist, and played it on shuffle. It played Fortunate Son by Creedence Clearwater Revival. As it played my feet tapped along with the beat, while I opened my bag and retrieved my phone to see if there were any missing calls, or text messages. I only saw a few from Tails letting me know how there kids were. I opened one text message that had an image attached to it. Before the picture, Tails had texted:

Mach got stung by a jellyfish. He's ok! He handled it like a pro. It looked really nasty so we took him to ER. got him some painkillers to relieve the swelling.

I scrolled down, and noticed he sent me another about two hours ago,

You doing ok? How's work?

Of course he was worried about my wellbeing. Always did. I went to type a message back.

It's going well, I'm on break now! I respond with a heart emoji. I notice the bar on the bottom of the message box spin, until it shows delivered. I put my phone aside when I hear the waitress come to my table 10 minutes later with my food. I thanked her and stare down at my order. I munch on the fries, not daring to take a bite of the chili dog just yet. Memories of Sonic sitting with me, at this diner come flashing back to me. I could picture Sonic enjoying his meal, messy as ever, napkins and napkins piled on his side of the table. I was always so disgusted by it, but I missed seeing that messiness. Back at home, I was use to random clutter (he called it his hobby), but after his death, I had to hide all of that clutter of his. I felt like I was cleaning after him constantly, but that's what he got for marrying a neat freak. Although, he would do his best to keep the house tidy when I had a bad day, or was under the weather. I was so grateful for that. Since his death, the house hasn't been as tidy as I typically preferred. It didn't feel the same anymore. I shook my head, and turned my focus back on my food. I probably need to get back to work soon, anyway. I glance at the time on my phone. I have exactly 25 minutes before my break is over. I know I shouldn't worry, but I didn't want them having to pick up for my slack. I finally managed to eat my chili dog. It was okay. I didn't understand Sonic's fascination with it, but it was edible. The waitress' timing was the worst, as she approached the table after I dabbed a napkin at the corner of my mouth wiping off any chili remains. "Do you need anything else?" She asked, "we have several dessert options if you like?" I shook my head no, "It's so nice seeing you-" she paused, "it's Amy... right?" I forced a smile and a nod. "Where's your fella? I hadn't seen him in ages!" She exclaimed, as she took my empty basket of food, and refilled my glass of water. "I remember all the times he'd-" I interrupted her my eyes met hers. Her lips formed a straight line, as if she shouldn't have said anything in the first place.

"He died." I hate saying those two harsh words. I probably sounded so cold towards her; when I didn't mean to. I felt my hands shake, and my eyes sting. No. We agreed to not cry today. "It was all over the news, was it not?" More words formed, dry, and cold. I looked down. I couldn't look at her. I shook as I reached for my phone, and put it in my purse.

She swallowed, "I'm sorry... I -" she backed away, when I stood to my feet. I didn't realize I was even standing. I felt sweat pouring down my forehead, she went to put a hand on my shoulder, but I made a beeline to the bathroom. I vomited my lunch, and then when I composed myself. I started to sob over the bathroom sink. Grief is funny like that. It hits like waves... one minute you're fine, you're listening to his music, enjoying his memories, and then... you lose it all. There was a knock at the door, it was the waitress. The thought of her asking more stupid questions made me want to throw up again. I leaned against the bathroom wall.

I can't do this thing called... life.

Not without him.

But... I have a family to think about. Our children. I had to push through for them. I had to remain strong. I swallowed, my throat felt like it was on fire, I took a deep breath, and fiddled for my phone in my bag. My hands still shook as I struggled through my contacts. I stared at the name "A-hole" a pained smile spread across my face, Sonic must have gotten my phone and renamed Shadow's name to A-hole. He never did ask why his number was in my contacts. Shadow and I kind of formed a friendship, if you can call it that. He was honestly very comforting to me after Sonic passed away. Despite his demeaner.. I knew deep down he cared. My finger hovered over his name, hesitating. I could just call Vanilla, couldn't I? Or someone from the cafe, even. Even Rouge... something tugged at me to call him though. If he didn't answer. Fine. Rouge was next on my list. I meant to send him a text, but my hands still shook so bad so I just called him. Each time it rung, I felt tears start to stream my face again. I shouldn't talk to him. I don't think I can even talk. It rung several times more, and then there was a pause. "S-Shadow?" I managed to get out, in a shaky tone.

"...Rose?" He always called me that. I didn't mind, of course. I grew accustomed to it after so many year; I stopped correcting him. I breathed out in relief, and cried.

"Can you come get me?" I slowly make out these words.

"Where are you?"

"Diner... in town. " I couldn't even remember the name of this damn diner. I couldn't even recall the name of the street it was on. There was silence on his end, so I responded with a "please." Shadow didn't answer back, the phone call was dropped. My heart sunk. I'm not sure if he would actually come, or knew which diner I even meant. I slapped my forehead, and brought my knees to my chest. Normally the thought of being on the floor of a restroom disgusted me, but I didn't care. There was another knock, I believe it was the owner. He was concerned. "Ma'am? Are you alright?" I wanted to answer with no, but I remained silent. I blocked out their voices by covering my head with my hands, and continued to cry. I was feeling so many things right now that I couldn't keep track what they were. The phone ringing scared me to pieces. I jumped and saw Shadow's number show up. I blinked back the tears. He told me he had arrived. "I'm in the restroom..." I heard a commotion going on, and his voice to confirm he was at the right location. I pushed myself up, and wiped away more tears. I tried to wash my face, but my face still looked pale, and my eyes were bloodshot. I forced myself to open the door, outside stood the owner, and the waitress that served my table. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Shadow walking towards my direction. He looked me over, his expression unreadable. I looked away, avoiding his gaze. "Can you take me home?" He didn't say anything, shrugged and angled his head toward the door. He lingered long enough for me to pass him out the door. The waitress gave Shadow a ticket, but said the bill was taken care of. Not that paying for my meal was a concern at the moment.

I was shocked that Shadow didn't ride his motorcycle. Sonic never did understand why he got one. He was "almost as fast as him" Sonic would clarify. Shadow walked alongside me the entire way to the end of the street. "Did you just leave work...?" He finally spoke. Oh, shit. I forgot. I paused when we reached a crosswalk. The light was still red, so we had to wait. I asked him to text Cream on my phone. He blinked in confusion, but seconds later he did as I requested. This was the longest walk to my house. He didn't ask any questions, but he kept glancing my way. I just kept glancing at the sky, after we left town. The sun was setting, and I always loved watching it. Sonic would always watch it with me outside on our porch. I gave a sigh. We reached the front door of my quiet home, I fiddled with my keys, and opened the door. I was disappointed that no one welcomed me. I dropped my belongings on the bar and hugged myself. Shadow just stood at the doorframe when I slowly made my way deeper in the kitchen. I took off my apron, and grabbed a bottle of water. I hovered over the sink feeling my eyes sting even more. Shadow slowly inched deeper in the house, closing the door behind him. "Are you okay?" I saw him kind of wince like he shouldn't have said that.

I took a sip of my water. "I... I will be." I say this as if I'm trying to convince myself more than Shadow. I wiped at my eyes, I slowly glanced over with a weak and forced smile. "You don't have to stay, Shadow.." I leaned against the counter. "Thank you." There was a silent acknowledgement from him. I didn't see him make his way to the living room.

"Where's the spawns?" I jumped back into reality, when he spoke after minutes of silence.

"You mean... children?" I raise a brow.

"Yes."

I needed to sit down, so slowly made my way into the living room with him, and laid down on the pillow that rested on our sectional couch. "They're on vacation with their grandparents, and Uncle Tails."

Shadow glanced over, looking me over again. "But, you stayed home to work?" I couldn't tell what he was getting at. So, I just looked at him. He shrugged.

"Rouge says you're the one who works too much." He stayed silent before he scoffed. Before long, nothing was spoken between us again. "Shadow." His ear twitched in attention, "please speak... this house is way too quiet nowadays.." I sunk deeper into the couch. Closing my eyes, trying not to cry again.

"You didn't tell me what happened at work." I felt him sit at the end of the couch.

"I... it didn't happen at work. Work was fine!" I dramatically responded, "I ate at that stupid diner... " I swallowed my words, "his favorite diner." His red gaze locked with mine for a moment. "Ate his favorite food. Damnit. I should be over him after two years. Shouldn't I?" I didn't really want him to answer that, or think he would. I finally sat up, and hugged a pillow close to my chest.

"You never do." He could see the confusion on my face, so he elaborates. Shadow glanced away, "you never get over their death." I probably look dumbfounded to him. "Do you think I don't miss Maria still?" It felt weird hearing him speak of her. He rarely did anymore. He had moved on, and continued to follow her wish and lived his own life. He face furrowed. "I never knew you could cuss."

This earned a smallest grin from me, "does that bother you?"

"Hell no."

"I didn't think so." I gave a sigh. "I just assumed I would feel better by now. I usually pick myself up pretty quickly." I glanced at the clock, and then back at Shadow. "I loved him so much. It's like a piece of me is gone..." I wipe at my eyes again. Here we go with the water works. "I hate this house now. It makes me think of him. Sometimes... I.." she swallowed, "when I see our children I break down." I grab a handful of tissues, "I hate how clean it is in here! I hate... life without him, Shadow. I really do." I finally stood up, and walked in the kitchen, trying to compose myself. But, feeling his gaze on me doesn't help. I silently sob at the kitchen sink.

My ears prick when I hear his footsteps. He's leaving me. He's gonna walk out and leave me alone in this quiet house, with just the sounds of my sobs. I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around. I feel more tears sting, not in grief but relief that Shadow did not leave. I want to hug him. "I shouldn't be saying all this... you didn't even like him." I stubbornly respond, with a uncertain smile. "Heck, you probably hated him. You're... probably glad he's dead." I don't even know why those words escaped my lips. It even shocked Shadow. I immediately want to apologize. He's been so supportive this evening... and I'm being a bitch about it.

"...He was annoying, but I'm not glad he's dead." His eyes darted from me, to the floor. "Sonic gave me more chances than I deserved, Amy. Hell, I even tried to destroy -" Shadow pauses, I can tell he is so mad at himself for that mistake. "he didn't deserve to die the way he did." Shadow hesitated about going on. "You didn't deserve to watch him die, neither." Shadow paused again, unsure of what to say next. He always struggled with expressing his feelings. Just like the blue blur. Before I could control myself, I buried my face into his chest. No tears escaped, this time. I just wrapped my arms around him. A single tear fell down my cheek.

"You didn't deserve to watch Maria die, either." Maybe I shouldn't have said that. I know he doesn't like to think of that day. I don't understand all what happened. Maybe he didn't hear it. I sorta hoped. "I'm sorry." My voice shook, and I went to pull away but stopped when I felt his hand on my back. Like he was sort of accepting this embrace; if you can even call it that.

"Thank you." Shadow hadn't heard anyone say those words to him. They always blamed him, or his creator. It was nice to hear someone actually was concerned about all that he witnessed that terrible day, and how that would affect him. We both distanced ourselves. I hid my blush from his gaze. "You look exhausted." The heat in my cheeks went away. Ha, no kidding. "I should let you get some rest." My disappointment must have been noticeable, but his eyebrow raised slightly.

"Don't leave. Please." I must sound really bipolar. An hour ago, I was hoping he'd leave so I can cry myself to sleep. But now, I can't imagine being alone. Shadow looked awkward now. "Just for tonight... I can't be alone.. right now." My ears went flat.

"Okay." Was all the dark hedgehog said. It was enough to ease my concern. I gave him a thankful look, and then encouraged him to sleep in the spare bedroom. If he even sleeps. Sonic always said he didn't sleep. After getting my pajama's on, and my teeth brushed I come in the living room. I gave him the remote, "If you wanna watch tv... that's fine." I collected my sheets, and comforter and settled on the sectional. I wasn't sure if Shadow stayed in the living room, or hid in the bedroom. I did hear the television moments later, and then I was out like a light.

The next morning, I woke in my bed. I sat up quickly. Went to the bathroom, and washed my face trying to make sure I was actually awake. I went downstairs to find someone on my sectional. It was Shadow. He rolled to face me, and sat up. "You didn't look comfortable... so I took you upstairs." My mouth formed an O shape.

"I hadn't been able to sleep upstairs.." I muttered. Shadow didn't say another word. Like, he knew how it felt. "I... what time is it?" I couldn't recall whether I was gonna need to go to work or not.

"Just before noon."

"I'm surprised you stayed this late." He could hear the sound of gratefulness in my voice. "Uh... you want coffee? Because I need it."

"I fell asleep." Shadow shifted slightly, "Sure.."

"I didn't know you even slept." I laughed slightly, as I started gathering a coffee pod for us and pressed my preferred brewing setting.

"Sonic said that didn't he?"

"Yep."

"I don't require sleep like everyone else. I can go a whole week or more without it."

"How did Sonic know you didn't sleep?" I pestered the black hedgehog. "You two have a slumber party that I didn't know about?"

Shadow looked at me, disgusted. "No. We were on a lookout for Eggman. He noticed I hadn't slept."

"Code for slumber party." I whisper. Shadow gave me a stern look.

"I like this side of you, better."

I blinked. "What?"

"Your sarcasm." He raised a brow, and stood to his feet. Making his way over to the kitchen. I noticed he looked slightly shorter. He had removed his shoes. I handed him a cup of coffee. "Who says that was sarcasm? You two could have had a slumber party, and you just not admit-"

"Hush." Shadow surprised me when he covered my mouth with his hand. "I take it back. I like the cursing side of you." There was a small grin that I saw forming on his face.

"Fine. Asshole." I pushed his hand away, and muttered the insult under my breath.

I encouraged him to sit with me at the small table as we finished our coffee. It was odd having his company here. Of all my friends, I had chosen to call him last night. However, I realized his company was exactly what I needed.

#sonamy #shadamy #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #shadow the hedgehog #miles tails prower #sth #my writing #myfanfiction #i might change the title idk 🤷‍♀️#sonic fanfiction

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Love's a fucked up thing - Chapter 14 - End

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Summary: The misadventures of Jinx (and those around her) in her not-so-normal life of dysfunctional families, declining mental health and metal music. Her own special version of sex drugs and rock n’ roll, if you will. Modernverse, band AU and crime AU.

Chapter summary: Jinx's wreckage and salvage.

Characters this chapter: Jinx, Ekko, psychologist and interviewer

12,443 words, 2k of which is the final author note filled with links

#jinx arcane #vi arcane #ekko arcane #timebomb #silco arcane #mywriting #myfanfiction #my writing #my fanfiction

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You know, sometimes I question my decision of not writing one single kissing scene in this fanfic, and it’s times likes this —ever the first one, but reassuring nonetheless— that I am happy I didn’t.

If you’ve read my other fandom stuff, some of you would know that I used to write a lot of sexual tension fluff, kissing scenes and poetic sex and passionate yearning. I like writing about subtly brushing fingers over your skin or soft whispers on your ear and all that… it warms my heart and makes me feel as happy as the next person.

But for some reason, i find it hard to write when it comes to coai/shinshi. Granted, I have written thirst fics and smut fics for them… but every time I tried to add intimacy of any sort to any chapter of chasing clouds, I felt like it would ruin them. It would ruin them.

They were too lost in their personal journey to find each other before it was time, and even when it was time (the airport scene), they were too busy making sure the other was real, that this —the rest of their lives— was real.

I think one of the things that most intrigue me about the coai/shinshi relationship is how close yet how far they are. I’ve played with that concept in Vacancy (“saying we were friends is a stretch, saying I loved you is insanity”) it is fascinating to me how you can have that kind of deep bond to someone who’s practically a stranger to you. You may spend your days with them, but do you know them? Do you tell them your secrets, your hopes, your likes and dislikes? Do they tell you theirs? For people as observant and analytical as Shiho and Shinichi, the mutual understanding they have comes mainly from observation and deduction, more so than endless hours of personal chat. And so, they inevitably fall in love with each other, but never have the chance to close that gap. At that point in the fic, it was too soon for them for physical intimacy, as innocent as a kiss might had been. The forehead touch represents them finding each other on the same page after deciding they had a chance, her hands on his lapel holding on to him for the first time ever after never daring to even have feelings for him, the way she buries into his arms and lets herself go— it reflected the journey they had so far, as a conclusion and at the same time contradiction of their love story, in that specific universe.

They weren’t there yet. They were strangers in love that took five years to give themselves a chance, and they were too busy grasping the reality of what they had in their hands to explore anything deeper, let alone on a physical level.

Would it take them long to get there, in this particular universe? Nah. When the sense of surreality subsides and they realize that, holy shit, this is my person now… they will have no further reservations, but that’s not a narrative for this particular fanfic.

this was mainly a Shiho character analysis fanfic, told from her POV, altho she’s proven to be an unreliable narrator. The story had a theme followed a very specific theme, and there simply wasn’t necessary to diverge from it.

To me, as the author, I feel like this story is as complete as it could ever be.

Now, spin-offs, however — 🥹

#chasing clouds #my writing #myfanfiction #coai #shinshi

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thoughts? should i continue this Shadowpeach prompt into an actual fic?

He did what he had to survive, He was not proud of it, hell he was never proud of anything he did so what difference did this make? But this, something about this situation filled him with guilt. If he had a choice, he would of never of been a part of whatever lady bone demon had been planning, but- he did not have a choice... and he did not know how- or even wanted to explain this to the others.

He was not exempt from the blame despite his reasons, so he knew it would take a while to be forgiven, He was not even accepting any type of trust from these mortals, but he craved it all the same. They seemed so warm, when together, and Macaque felt a burning pit in his stomach whenever he witnessed that warmth, sometimes it almost made him feel sick. A constant reminder of something he never had.

But that did not matter now, as he stood there, biting his thounge, as the burning gold eyes of Sun Wukong glared back at him, empty of any warmth, and who could blame him, for the danger Macaque put the kid through? But despite this, he could not help but find it a bit irony (and feel perhaps a little bit envious) that the great Wukong, who held no attachments in the world, could stand before him and judge him for his actions, as if the great mage himself did not have a lengthy list of wrong doings he never apologized for. As if he had not done worse to someone, he once claimed was his friend... as if he did not kill Macaque.

As he had said before, He had a taste of what death was like, and did not like it very much. It was an understatement, meant to sugar coat his true feelings when talking to the kid, because damn it, death was painful, it was cold, and to be killed by someone you once cared about so deeply, it created a hollow feeling in one's chest that never went away. Macaque never asked to be brought back to life, and with Wukong standing in front of him, with such a dark look in his eyes, for a moment Macaque could not help but think that perhaps Wukong wished he stayed dead. But Ladybone demon had other plans, and though Macaque was currently wishing that he stayed dead right about now, he was not going to waste this second chance he had at living, he was no hero. He would not sacrifice his own life for the sake of others, so sue for him looking after his own skin and helping lady bone demon in return for his life. No one needed to know that his decision to help or not was truly life and death, all that they needed to know, is that now that he was free to do as he pleased, he would leave them alone.

At least at had been the plan, if it was not for Mk and his annoyingly bright eyes that pleaded for Macaque to visit every once in a while, and so what if Macaque also felt a strange attachment to that little girl who had previously been possessed by lady bone demon, he had a weak spot for kids all right! Let him be!

No matter how much he tried to scare the girl away, she always stayed, his powers did not frighten her, in fact she seemed excited whenever he did something with his shadows, often asking him to show her more shadow tricks, The dark didn’t make her cry like most kids her ages, she seemed to enjoy it more than the burning lights of day, and … her hands, were warm, whenever she grabbed onto the monkeys hand, and- it had been awhile since...anyone, wanted to be around him, let alone touch him.

It was-...nice.

And so, he had been planning to stick around just a little bit longer before he finally left, not that he had announced that yet, which led them to this very predicament, with a very pissed off Sun Wukong standing before him, glaring him down, as he demanded to know, why a terribly upset MK had come to him today saying that Macaque was thinking of leaving. To where? No one knew, but he was leaving apparently.

This caused Macaque to internally cursed, realizing he should not have slipped up and told the kid about his plans so soon, he should have just left it till last minute, or better yet! Not of said anything at all! And just disappeared! At least that would have saved him from seeing the kid's crestfallen expression.

But that did not change the fact that Wukong was standing before him now, and so- Macaque wanted to get this conversation over and done with as soon as possible, he chewed his bottom lip for a moment, before letting out a dragging sigh, lifting a jug from the table, he summoned two cups,

“Drink?” he asked, gesturing for Wukong to sit at the other side of the small, square table. This- was going to be a long night.

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid mei #myfanfiction #my fanfic #monkie kid mk #monkie kid macaque #monkie kid wukong #monkie kid sun wukong #shadowpeaches #shadowpeach #macaque x wukong #wukong x macaque #sun wukong x macaque

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chaotic-writer-7 · 2 years

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Me, with Shit CANON-Plots and a new fanfic-idea

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bakerolivias-archived · 2 years

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klaroline au season♡︎ week two: all human

when caroline forbes, struggling romance novelist, suffers from an intense case of writer's block, a recent breakup, her father's funeral, and the discovery of his affair, she takes the opportunity for a getaway at the vacation house he left her - aka the same house he used to cheat on her mother in. her next door neighbor, klaus mikaelson, writer of grim cult tragedies, who also happens to be her formal college rival and competitor, further inconveniences her by being a growling and sullen nightmare. with inspiration having yet to strike caroline, klaus challenges her to write a horror story, promising to type up a romance in return. books will be written, comfort zones remained intact, writers' blocks vanquished, and most importantly, no one falls in love. (inspired by beach read, a romance novel written by emily henry)

--@klarolineauseason

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brightboisterousbananas · 1 year

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Fanfiction title: Things Whispered, Things Savored Fandom: Howl’s Moving Castle Rating: E for explicit intimate content (see AO3 for more tags) Summary:

A first and shimmering night as husband and wife, Howl and Sophie are free of the curses that plagued them. Now with nothing but love and light between them, they whisper and savor the sweetness of their union.

Just finished reading the book and I am OBSESSED with this ship. OBSESSED I TELL YOU! I love the movie and the book equally, even though they’re different!

I just had the write this! I hope you enjoy!

Here is the link to AO3: Things Whispered, Things Savored

#howl's moving castle #howl and sophie #howlphie #romance #fanfiction #fun #wedding night #trippleb #brightboisterousbananas #myfanfiction

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rainsonata · 9 months

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Roots (Chapter 2/?)

What does family mean?

A collection of one-shots exploring my WOL’s relationship with family as a Xaela adopted by Hyurs.

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#ffxiv #ffxiv fanfiction #mywriting #my writing #my fanfiction #myfanfiction #ffxiv writing

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agrey1000 · 7 months

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Hi all! Chapter 7 of Nature of My Game is up finally! Check it out.

#damijon #jon kent #damian wayne #supersons #dcu #batman #myfanfiction #nature of my game

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Cheerleader Pt. 3

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Pairing: female reader x Eddie Munson

Summary: Y/n and Chrissy are best friends, but when she dies, she knows things aren’t as everyone seems to think. Maybe Eddie is innocent.

Warnings: SPOILERS for ST4, teen drinking, partying, drugs, death, violence, cursing, fluff, potentially more

A/N: Okay so Eddie didn't show up again. It seems like this is going to be a little bit longer than I thought but I promise if you stick with it, it'll be worth it in the end! Requests open (Stranger Things, Marvel, Harry Potter), taglist open, inbox open! Please like, comment, and reblog!

You, Lucas, Jason, Andy, and Patrick were on your way to a boat house on Coal Mill Road, where Eddie was supposed to be hiding. It was dark outside by the time you arrived in the woods near the house. Jason decided to stop by his house to get some things. And by things, you meant weapons. To beat up Eddie as soon as they got their hands on him.

You couldn’t believe Lucas. He had told them where Eddie was. That wasn’t the plan. That wasn’t the plan at all. If Jason and his goons got to Eddie first then god knows what’s going to happen. He would never talk to you then. You would never find out the truth.

Jason opened up the back hatch on his Cherokee so everyone could grab a weapon. All you grabbed was a flashlight. Beating someone up wasn’t on your agenda. Jason, Patrick, and Andy had other plans though, grabbing baseball bats and crowbars. Jason shut the hatch and you guys all huddled up.

“So if Sinclair is right, the freak is hiding here,” he said, drawing an ‘x’ in the dirt with a stick. “We move through the woods here together, then Patrick and Andy, you split up. Go around this way.” He drew a semi-circle in the dirt going around the x. “Me, Sinclair, and y/l/n, we keep going, then flank his ass from both sides.” He aggressively draws lines going into the x. “That freak won’t know what hit him.”

“Yeah!” Andy hollered.

“Let’s get moving,” Jason said. The five of you started walking through the woods together, just as was planned. You didn’t know what was about to go down, but you knew that you still needed to get Eddie alone somehow. He was doing a pretty good job of hiding, you had to give him that. You understood why he was hiding, but if he wouldn’t talk to anyone no one would know the truth. But even if he did tell them the truth, who would believe him? It seemed like the entire town was against him. You had hope though. Lucas’s friends must have some reason to also be looking for Eddie. Maybe he had made it somewhere safe. He didn’t deserve what was coming to him if Jason got ahold of him.

You and the group had traveled a little further into the woods silently, and once they were close enough to the house Jason motioned with his flashlight for Patrick and Andy to start taking a different route. You, Lucas, and Jason continued on though. You were in the very back of the group of three, with Lucas in front of you and Jason leading, of course.

There was tension in the air, and it was pretty obvious that you guys were uncomfortable. You had been running around all day, following leads that you didn’t even know were trustworthy and now it was dark and you were sweaty and tired and it wasn’t pleasant. In the end, if you found out the truth about what happened to Chrissy, it would all be worth it.

You weren’t paying attention to your feet so it was no surprise when you tripped over a tree root, crashing to the forest floor. You cursed and rolled over, rubbing your ankle.

“Are you okay?” Lucas asked. You nodded and accepted the hand that he offered. You looked at him skeptically but didn’t say anything. There were some traces of nervousness, but no guilt in his facial expression. Your first assumption was that Lucas sold Eddie out, but maybe he hadn’t. Only time would tell.

“Let’s get moving,” Jason said flatly. He didn’t care that you had fallen. He just wished you would hurry up and quit wasting time. Time where he could be landing blows on Eddie Munson’s ‘freak’ face. You huffed but started moving again.

In no time you arrived at the boat house. There were no lights on inside, no signs of life that you could tell. Jason panned his flashlight on the windows but the curtains were closed. He tried the door, but to no avail. It was locked of course. You groaned internally. Knowing the basketball captain he was going to break in. “Fantastic,” you thought, rolling your eyes. Low and behold, he was using the butt of his flashlight to break the glass window in the door. He slammed it into the pane and it shattered, leaving jagged shards on the ground.

You heard a rustling behind you and whipped around. It was just Patrick and Andy. You shot them a glare which they probably couldn’t see in the dark. It was the thought that counted though.

Jason was undeterred at their arrival, and stuck his hand through the place the window previously was, careful not to cut himself on the remaining glass. Once the door was unlocked the five of you entered the house.

It looked abandoned, unlived in for a while. The wooden floor was covered in dirt and leaves, there were old empty boxes of food on the counter, and furniture was flipped over and disheveled. Jason panned his flashlight around the ramshackle cabin. No one was there. No Eddie in sight. You weren’t sure whether to be relieved or disappointed. At this point finding him seemed like it would be impossible.

You were nearly blinded when Jason swung his flashlight around and pointed it in Lucas’s face. He squinted against the bright light. “You sure Eddie was here?” Jason asked.

“Yeah. I-I’m-I’m positive,” Lucas answered.

Jason just looked at him for a second. “Let’s check around the back,” he finally said.

The three of them started walking, and you were going to follow them until Lucas grabbed your arm, stopping you. You turned around, about to say something but he hurriedly put a finger to his lips and ushered you to follow him. He left the cabin through a back door and broke out in a run, stopping at the side of the house to grab two bikes that were leaning against the wall.and you had no choice but to follow him and get on the second one. Your heart was hammering in your chest but Lucas wasn’t slowing down so you couldn’t either. After you were a good distance away from the house he slowed his pace just a bit.

“Lucas-” you panted, legs pumping beneath you. “Where- the hell- are we going?”

“Okay so- Eddie is not here obviously. Never was. This is my friend’s old house,” he explained.

“So why did we come here?” you asked, slightly irritated.

“To get away from Jason, Andy, and Patrick. I know where Eddie really is, but right now we have to go to the high school.”

“What? The school? Why?” you questioned.

“My friends. They’re going to meet us there. Eddie didn’t kill Chrissy. He tried to save her.”

So Eddie really didn’t kill Chrissy. You were right on that. But if it wasn’t him, who was it? And if Eddie tried to help her, he must know who. So why isn’t he coming forward?

“Okay so who did?” you probed.

“I don’t know. But I think my friends might have some ideas.”

“I guess we’ll see.”

Eight miles and a gallon of sweat later you were at the school. “God I’m about to die,” you groaned. Lucas wasn’t complaining nearly as much as you, but he was sweating profusely and panting too. You dumped your bikes outside and ran into the school, weaving through hallways and classrooms alike, feet pounding on the floor. If anyone else was in the school, they would know you were coming.

You and Lucas turned one more corner and- “AHH!” multiple screams filled the air. You backed up multiple steps, heart racing even more than it already was. Lucas stuck his arms out and said, “It’s me! It’s me- and this is y/n!”

“Lucas?” a girl's voice said. You squinted at where the voice came from and saw a very familiar girl. After a few seconds of staring at her you realized who it was. It was the girl from the bathroom. What was her name? Max?

“Jesus, what’s wrong with you Sinclair?” You recognized this guy too. It was Steve Harrington. Everyone knew Steve. He had just graduated last year and worked at the video store. You didn’t know that he was friends with Lucas.

“I’m sorry,” Lucas huffed. He and you both were still trying to recuperate from the eight mile distance you rode.

“I could’ve taken you out with this lamp!” Harrington shouted. He was indeed holding a lamp… like a baseball bat.

“Sorry guys,” he leaned against a locker for support while you clutched at your chest, “We were- we were biking for eight miles. Give me a second. Shit.” He wiped an arm across his forehead and walked back to the group. “We’ve got a code red.”

“What?” Steve asked. Lucas was still panting and trying to catch his breath and seemed like he was struggling to keep talking. You were in no better a state than he was but you had your mind somewhat together at the very least.

“Jason, Andy, and Patrick are trying to capture Eddie. Jason is like set on it being Eddie and I’m pretty sure he wants to beat the shit out of him. And they think a kid named Dustin knows where he’s at,” you rushed out.

“I’m Dustin,” a boy with a cap on said. “Who are you again?” he asked.

“Y/n. I’m Chrissy’s best friend. Was Chrissy’s best friend,” you corrected. “And you,” you looked at Dustin, “are in danger.”

“We’ve got bigger problems to deal with than Jason.” Dustin turned around and looked at Max.

“What are you talking about?” Lucas asked.

“We’ll explain on the way home. We can’t stay here though,” Harrington said. “Are you coming too?” he asked you.

You nodded, “Hell yeah.”

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20220511 The right circumstance

Rating: Explicit Category: M/M Relationship: Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka Words: 1391 This is part of a series of first times. Disclaimer: Please see Ao3 for tags Link to Ao3

#umino iruka #hatake kakashi #naruto #hatake kakashi/umino iruka #kakashi x iruka #kakairu #kkir #myfanfiction

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hannibalcatharsis-zero · 6 months

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Love's a fucked up thing - chapter 13

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Chapter summary: The wreckage and salvage of monday.

Characters this chapter: Everyone but Jinx, and that includes 5 new characters. Because why not bring new characters on the penultimate chapter.

This beast is 20393 words long

This took even a longer while than last time, huh.

Final chapter will come on November 13 2023.

#silco arcane #vander arcane #vi arcane #ekko arcane #jinx arcane #my writing #my fanfiction #mywriting #myfanfiction

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dragonseattofu · 2 years

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Summary:

Neku tries to convince Shiki that Mrs. Mew, her feline friend, wasn't too keen on him encroaching on her territory.

#neshiki #neshikiday2022 #neshiki day 2022 #twewy #shiki misaki #neku sakuraba #my fanfic #myfanfic #myfanfiction #my fanfiction #I made it on time!! woohoo #happy neshiki day 2022 #the world ends with you

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Lost to the Flames 20/20

Chapter Twenty: Wild Love

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“Don’t know what to say to you now Standing right in front of you Don’t know how to fade in and out Don’t know how to play it cool Lose a little guard, let it down We don’t have to think it through We’ve got to let go

I wanna give you wild love The kind that never slows down I wanna take you high up Let our hearts be the only sound I wanna go where the lights burn low and you’re only mine

I wanna give you wild love...”

~Wild Love - James Bay

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August 08, 2017 - Shannon’s house - 6:27PM

Eddie found Buck out in the backyard, sitting in the same lawn chair that he had left there just four short days earlier, but now seemingly a lifetime ago. It was a time before Maddie had been kidnapped with her daughter, by her demented second cousin as it turned out, on the orders of her paternal grandfather.

How the man had found out about Jack had quickly become clear; it had been the Buckley parents.

Maddie had tried to reach out to them shortly after Jack’s birthday party, sending them pictures so they could know their granddaughter. She’d wanted to bridge the distance between them, so that Jack could have at least one set of grandparents in her life. It wasn’t clear why they had told Douglas, but only what had resulted from it.

“Hey,” Eddie said, leaning against the side of the almost completely finished gazebo. He saw that Buck’s gaze was fixed on the house next door, Maddie’s house. The LAPD still hadn’t released it despite the fact that the perpetrators of the kidnapping had been killed.

Buck grunted softly but otherwise didn’t look at him. Eddie expected as much, and slowly reached over and nudged the bottle into his hand. Usually they drank a beer but he’d seen him and Maddie drink bottles or cans of hard lemonade. He had figured that it would be better than a beer, since he seemed to enjoy it. Eddie considered it a win when his lips twitched in a momentary smile.

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New Narnia Fanfic

Title: The Echoes of History

Characters: Caspian and Peter Pevensie

Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia

Rating: General

Summary: When Caspian's self-doubts overwhelm him on the eve of the Second Battle of Beruna, Peter checks on him. While Peter has been kinder since their encounter with the White Witch, this is the first time the two of them are alone, and the past few days of fighting have left their mark. Will Peter be able to help Caspian overcome his fears or are they destined to never get along?

Read at FF.net and AO3

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How am I ever supposed to be King?

This was one of the many thoughts that plagued Caspian's mind as he sat on the stone stairs in the How. In the hallowed shrine built as a monument of Aslan, he was only filled with doubts. Sitting at the base of the mural of Aslan, he kept feeling smaller and smaller. Having the Kings and Queens of Old guiding him through everything was a blessing and a terrible reminder. If he could barely do this with them, how was he ever going to lead alone? Plus, he didn't think was doing a great job even with their help, and he spent most of his time fighting with Peter, someone he had looked up to all his life.

And now, Peter was going to be fighting for him and his throne. Caspian had thought he should fight his Uncle himself since it was his throne they were fighting over, but that was the exact reasoning given on why he shouldn't. As Lucy had put it: "You're the future now. We'll all need you when the time is right."

All her words had done was send him further down a spiral of self-doubt and ridicule. Despite the small piece of himself reminding his cruel mind of the help he had provided in suggestions to their defense, something Edmund had even commended him for, he couldn't help the critical voice in his head telling him how useless he was.

And if he couldn't find a use for himself when literal legends were helping him, what could he do when—if he became King?

He buried his face in his hands. He hardly noticed that the water at his feet was soaking through his boots. Another reminder of his most recent failure with his encounter with the White Witch.

He couldn't get himself to move from his spot on the stairs, let alone feign an attempt at sleeping, as he knew he ought to. His mind spiraled about every possible outcome for tomorrow; leaving him jittery and wound tight. The duel wasn't until high noon, and he hardly could deal with the waiting. And the pressure.

Everyone would be looking to him, especially if the duel went array as Edmund suspected it might. But Caspian couldn't explain to Edmund that he didn't know what he was doing. He didn't think he'd be able to offer much if it came down to it. He'd just get in the way, which was starting to feel like it was the only thing he could do of late.

He wasn't sure how much time passed before he heard some quiet footsteps entering the tomb. They were light, not the hard clacking of a centaur's hooves, but surely not as soft as a badgers. Caspian reluctantly raised his head, hastily wiping away a few stray tears that trailed down his cheeks. He tried to ready himself for that look of hope everyone seemed to be giving him lately. This admiration, this certainty that he was going to save them. It was overwhelming; he didn't know how much more he could see it.

Instead of any person who'd give him such an expression, Peter entered the tomb. His expression was hard to read; Caspian thought he might be annoyed, but then again, Peter also could be as exhausted as Caspian felt. He had the same white tunic and brown pants he wore earlier, and his blond hair was a bit disheveled, probably from whatever little sleep he had gotten.

Caspian's stomach dropped at the sight of him. He wasn't even sure where he stood with Peter. There had been this anger to him, usually directed at Caspian, and a desperation about him during the raid on his Uncle's castle that Caspian couldn't quite place the origin to. But ever since they had returned from the raid and encountered the White Witch with Uncle's army quite literally appearing on their doorstep not long after, Peter became calmer somehow. It terrified Caspian.

Which version of Peter would he be receiving? The calm and kindness Peter had been showing to Caspian had only been in front of others when they couldn't afford to look divided. Now that it was just the two of them, Caspian became very afraid of what Peter would say to him. He thought it'd be hard for him to feel worse about himself, but he was scared for that to be tested.

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#the chronicles of narnia #chronicles of narnia #narnia #narnia fanfic #peter pevensie #prince caspian #narnia fanfiction #my fanfiction #myfanfiction

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