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[jo-harrington]

Freaky Friday - A Stranger Things Story (Part 2)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Word Count: 8.4k

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader, Eddie and Steve (Enemies to Friends)

Summary: Eddie thinks that Steve has everything in life handed to him on a silver platter (including his new girlfriend who Eddie has a crush on). And Steve just can't believe that the kids look up to Eddie the Freak, or that he lives his life without giving a single fuck.

Must be nice. But you know what they say, the grass is always greener.

Warnings/Themes: AU with no Upside Down. Body swapping, dark magic/alchemy, unrequited love, mutual pining, Babysitter Steve, No Upside Down means slightly still King Steve, unresolved feelings, manipulation/deception, Reader gets a nickname (Honey), no Y/N if I can help it, no smut in Part 2 either but the next chapter does get steamy.

Note: Ok big shout out to @ghost-proofbaby for her Steve lessons and just generally being a Steve soundboard. I'm not a Steve girl yet but...idk. And then also to @trashmouth-richie for being so supportive and listening as I ramble on about plot things. I admire you both as writers and love you guys as friends; thank you for your support.

You can find my masterlist here.

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Enjoy!

“No, no, no,” Steve whined as he approached the mirror, squishing his face and pinching at his cheeks. “This is a dream. I’m still asleep. Or I’m dead.”

He cleared his throat a few times, slapped it, pinched his Adam's apple. He used every bit of willpower in him to stop the voice that was coming out of his mouth from being Eddie’s voice. It didn't stop that everything else was Eddie's though.

Eddie’s hair. His face. His body.

Steve was in his house—trailer, Steve recalled. It was a trailer. He was wearing his clothes. Sleeping in his bed.

Steve vaguely recalled the thing he thought last night when Eddie left Family Video.

A curse.

Eddie had put a curse on Steve. Steve had made Eddie pay non-member prices for his stupid video rental and Eddie put a fucking curse on him?!

There was a knock at the door and Steve jumped.

"Everything alright in there Ed?" a hoarse, muffled voice asked.

"Uhhh," Steve tried to come up with some kind of response, but suddenly all of the excuses he could ever come up with eluded him. Every scrap of knowledge he had ever reluctantly learned about Eddie Munson—thwip—gone.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had to focus, get in the moment, clear his head. If this was a basketball game or a swim meet, he would never let himself get this worked up.

"I'm fine," he started and then paused.

Eddie's parents weren't around anymore, who did he live with? The kids had mentioned it once or twice, said the guy was nice, a little rough around the edges. Said he let Eddie do whatever he wanted for the most part. His uncle...

"I'm fine Uncle W-wayne," Steve answered.

"Late for school," Wayne sighed. "You skipping again?"

"I--"

Steve didn't know what kind of excuse to come up with. What kind of excuses did Eddie give his uncle? His attendance was abysmal, Steve knew, and on the days he was in class, his attention was barely there. Always scribbling and doodling and cracking jokes when he was called on to answer.

He should have just dropped out the first time he failed, a fact that Steve had mocked him for repeatedly, let alone this second time.

Fuck, but if Steve was stuck in Eddie's body, he couldn't not go to school. He had enough trouble with his high school diploma, let alone without one. Maybe...maybe he could ask Dustin to help with his—

Dustin.

That little brat would be at school. Of course. He and others...they were a part of this little cult...maybe they knew what Eddie did to him? Or they could help him at the very least figure out how to reverse this curse.

"Listen son," Wayne continued. "I know it's hard to do this all over again; I told you that you didn't—"

"No, it's ok," Steve quickly cut him off. "I just slept in...accidentally. I'll go. I'm late but I'll go."

"Alright, whatever you say. I got a fresh pot going for you but I'm gonna get cleaned up and hit the hay alright?"

"Sounds good," Steve replied absentmindedly, staring around the room trying to figure out what, in all of the piles of clothing and junk, he could wear.

"Steve Harrington."

Eddie rummaged through the products in the medicine cabinet. Shampoos and after shaves and hair gels and mousses. Way more interesting and expensive sounding than the bottom shelf stuff he got at Melvald's.

He had to be honest, some of it didn't smell great and he didn't see the appeal. Oh well.

"The name's Harrington, Steve Harrington."

He shuffled through the clothes in the closet and the dressed. A lot of trendy, Sears catalog-looking stuff. Polos and windbreakers and jeans in various shades of blue. All neatly hung and folded, nothing out of place, even the underwear drawer was pristine. Nothing black or ripped or...god forbid a band tee or something like that.

Eddie was gonna have to change that...eventually.

"Hey, uh, have we met before? I'm Steve, Steve Harrington."

After the initial shock of finding that he was, indeed, in Steve's body, a sort-of calmness washed over Eddie. The panic subsided pretty quickly, to be honest; he might have been full of electric, frantic energy that dared to be contained, but he was also very good at improvising and devising a plan thanks to years of DnD.

But what was the plan when you found yourself in someone else's body? There wasn't really a handbook for that but like any good player...he would just have to play the part until the answers were revealed to him. And that meant he would have to become Steve Harrington--know Steve Harrington--in a way that he would have loathed if he wasn't in this situation specifically.

The first step had been checking out what Steve was packing.

Eddie peeled away the tight purple briefs and stared at his dick.

"Alright Harrington, alright," Eddie bobbed his head from side to side in contemplation and then grinned ferally. "Mine's bigger." And with that he adjusted himself back in the underwear and continued on his exploration.

Clothes, shoes, books—or more accurately the lack thereof.

Jesus, how have I failed twice and he graduated?

He dug through drawers, found the stash of dirty magazines under the bed, and then scanned over the calendar neatly pinned above the desk with shifts at Family Video clearly penciled-in in a handwriting that looked way too nice to be Steve's.

Steve would be expected to open the store this morning and Eddie grimaced. It wasn't exactly how he wanted to spend his day, but he had a part to play.

He grabbed the little green and orange vest hanging off the back of the desk chair and threw it on over the trendy striped polo that made him itch—did Steve have some kind of allergy or something? God, his chest and arms were just itchy, and it was driving Eddie nuts.

He headed downstairs, through the immaculate house that he vaguely knew the layout of having dealt at a party Steve held last year, to the kitchen to rummage for some kind of breakfast.

He had already checked upstairs and now again as he walked through; the house was empty. Steve's parents gone for the day.

Eddie rolled his eyes as he opened the fridge and found, among the very neat and plentiful groceries, a brown paper lunch bag with the name "Stevie" written on it with a little heart.

"Great," Eddie scoffed bitterly, the first really sour thought he’d had all morning. "His mommy still makes his lunches."

Eddie thought about the handwriting on the calendar upstairs; it was the same as the lunch bag. Thought about the neatly folded clothes, about the extremely tidy rooms. He knew Steve's mom didn't work; she didn't do much of anything except parade around town flaunting her perfect life.

And she was a real bitch.

She was on the Hawkins Town Council and the PTA. She was the first person to call Hellfire Club a cult when they had originally petitioned for some money from the PTA for shirts a few years back. She had called Eddie a menace too many times to count, periodically to his face if he parked a little too close to the front to her liking at Bradley's.

"And she makes her precious baby boy Stevie tuna salad sandwiches and ants on a log like he's 6," Eddie grumbled as he peeked inside the bag. He couldn't remember the last time someone made his lunch for him.

Well he could...in those early days with Wayne. They were both trying to navigate the new living arrangement after his mom had passed. He wasn't that great at peanut butter and jelly or carrot sticks...but he did teach Eddie that you could put potato chips inside of your sandwich though. Taught him how to make the best of a situation, to take care of himself.

So that's what he was going to do. He was gonna make the best out of this situation and play the part and get through the day. Because things were always good—life was always good—if you were Steve Harrington. And he was Steve Harrington now.

"And Steve Harrington," Eddie pushed past the bitterness and found a little spark of goodness. "Drives a BMW."

"Watch where you're going freak!" Someone grunted at Steve as they rammed their shoulder into his as they passed.

"When did everyone get so damn rude?" Steve grumbled to himself. It was the fifth person who had done that today. Hawkins High really had gone to the pits in the past few months since he graduated.

To be fair, everything had really sucked for him so far that day. He thought, Hawkins High was his stomping ground. Just put on the Harrington charm—despite the rough exterior—and everything would work out.

He was so wrong.

First he had gotten detention for being late to class, apparently for the third day that week—

God, Munson needed to get his act together; no wonder he hadn't graduated yet.

—then when he had tried to schmooze Mrs. Worth, the school secretary, into giving him Dustin's schedule, she laughed. And when he asked if he could have a copy of his own schedule, Eddie's schedule, she had just rolled her eyes and said,

"Trying every trick in the book to get out of classes, Edward. I can't help you unless you help yourself."

"How can I help myself if I don't have a schedule Jeanine?" he snarked, figuring Eddie's own signature shitty attitude would get him somewhere instead.

It only added an extra 15 minutes onto his detention.

Great.

Finally he managed to find the crumbled scrap of a class schedule in Eddie's locker—the only locker without a lock on it although he doubted anyone would want to steal from this absolute cesspit—amongst the piles of incomplete homework and garbage and overdue library books. It took everything in Steve not to rip it to pieces when he saw archaic symbols drawn all over it, no doubt another curse Eddie was waiting to enact on someone.

Steve just went through the motions and still got picked on and berated by every teacher and most of the students. Of course, Eddie fucking deserved everything he got. He was a lazy student and a menace, always causing some kind of trouble. But it made Steve especially grumbly that he would now have to deal with the fallout of Eddie's shit. Despite trying to adapt his own good behavior.

"Just gotta find Henderson and this will all have been some silly dream," Steve muttered to himself all day. And thankfully he had survived until lunch and immediately spotted Dustin and Mike as they sat down at the freaks' usual lunch table.

God he needed to get those kids away from Munson and his cult. Especially now that he knew what they could do.

He quickly crossed the busy cafeteria, uncaring of anyone he bumped into or the sharp words they spat at him.

"Henderson, we need to have a little chat," Steve announced as he reached the table. One of the older kids at the table—Steve tried to recall his name: Gary, Garth, Garrett—perked up at the sight of "Eddie" though and started chatting excitedly.

"Hey we were just talking about Hellfire tonight. I know you won't tell us anything but do we ne—”

"Hellfire's canceled," Steve dismissed coldly.

"What?!" They all started talking over one another.

"You never cancel Hellfire."

"Are you sick?"

"Guys he's dying. Or he's lost his mind."

Steve felt the annoyance bubble up inside of him and he raised his voice.

"It's canceled!" He leveled all of them with a scathing look. "I've got detention. Alright?"

"You always have detention," Mike spoke up, then cowered slightly as Steve glared at him. "Y-you've never canceled before..."

"Tough shit. Maybe next week." Steve turned his attention back to Dustin. "Let's go."

He grabbed Dustin by the arm, hauled him out of his seat, and pulled him out of the cafeteria.

As soon as the heavy double doors clicked shut behind them, Steve fell back against the wall and buried his face in his hands.

"Shit! Eddie!" Dustin's demeanor immediately went from fear to concern. "What's going on?"

"'m not Eddie," Steve groaned.

"What?"

"I'm not Eddie!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands out as if it would reveal who he actually was. "It's Steve, I'm Steve."

"O-ok?"

"I'm Steve and I woke up in Eddie's body and I don't know what's happening and I'm..." He started breathing heavily. "I'm so fucking pissed off and I'm so fucking scared."

"Hey listen man, I know," Dustin began hesitantly. "I know you keep telling us that the weed is not for freshman but if this is supposed to scare me—"

"This isn't to scare you," Steve grumbled, grabbing Dustin by the shoulders so he could pull him closer. "I'm not high. And I'm not Eddie. I'm Steve Harrington."

Dustin blinked at him.

"Ok..." he nodded slowly. "You're Steve Harrington? Tell me something only Steve and I would know."

Steve wracked his brain; there were a lot of things that he and Dustin shared, he was closer to Dustin than all of the other kids. But now, so was Eddie...so what was something that Eddie wouldn't know?

"Last year...last December..."

"Yeah?"

"The Snow Ball?"

"Ok?"

"I helped you with your hair...I told you my secret."

"Which was?"

Steve and Dustin stared each other down for a moment before Steve caved.

"Thefarrahfawcettspray," he muttered.

"What was that?"

"The Farrah Fawcett Spray, alright? I swore you to secrecy, I wouldn't tell anyone else, let alone Eddie Munson." He clenched his hands into fists and gritted his teeth.

"Son of a bitch!" Dustin hissed. "It really is you."

"I told you so, you little punk."

"What did...I mean..." Dustin clutched the bill of his cap with both hands and exhaled. "How?"

"I was hoping you could help me figure that out," Steve sighed. "And how to undo it."

"I think this is a little beyond my academic ability Steve."

"No, not just because you're smart. Because you hang around Munson. He's the one who did this to me."

"Wh-what?" Steve started talking a mile a minute and Dustin stopped him. "Ok, slow down. I'm gonna need you to start over. If you want me to help you, I need to know everything."

Steve spent the rest of lunch explaining everything to Dustin, from the interaction with Eddie at Family Video to feeling off last night during dinner and then waking up in Eddie's body this morning.

Dustin asked, what seemed to be, random questions. Like if he had remembered brushing his teeth the night before, if he’d had any indigestion, or if there were any scars that he had as Steve that might have appeared on "Eddie's" body instead.

"I wasn't exactly eager to check Eddie's body out," Steve scrunched his nose in dismissal.

"You didn't even take a shower or anything?" Dustin asked.

"I mean, no," Steve shrugged. "But now that I think of it...how am I gonna even be able to take a shower. Ugh, I don't want to touch Eddie's junk."

"Your junk," Dustin reminded him.

"Eddie's body," Steve insisted.

"And you're Eddie for the foreseeable future," Dustin shrugged. The bell signaling the end of the period rang and Dustin sighed. "Listen, I'm gonna skip next period and see if the school library has anything useful. But I'm not hopeful."

"Hey, you shouldn't skip class!" Steve argued.

"It's just Latin."

"Which you're failing."

"Skipping one class while you've literally had your mind transplanted into another body over night seems like the correct choice. I'll see you later." Dustin disappeared amongst the throngs of students and Steve sighed, resigned to go through the motions for the rest of the day.

It was a lot more of the same shit he'd gone through in the morning: getting body checked in the hall, having his books slapped out of his hand, teachers purposefully calling on him thinking he wasn't paying attention—even though he was, thank you very much. Although...considering that Eddie's notebooks were filled with doodles and poetry and shit...it wasn't a far stretch to believe that no, Eddie didn't actually pay any attention in class.

Steve actually had never had any classes with Eddie except for PE, really. And the fact that Eddie got into constant arguments with Coach should have been enough of an indicator of his poor academic performance as it was. But he’d based all of his assumptions on other factors. They hadn’t really interacted short of seeing him roaming the halls, the many few times Steve and his friends had mocked the Hellfire kids, even the one or two times Steve had gone up to Eddie himself to coerce him into dealing at a party.

He had always thought of Eddie as a thorn in everyone's side...but now being Eddie...

The bell rang signaling the end of the day and although Steve knew he had to get to the cafeteria for detention, he still went to find Dustin and see if he had any answers.

It wasn't a long search, Dustin was waiting by Eddie's locker looking...incredibly nervous.

"Anything?" Steve asked.

"The school library isn't well-stocked with occult books," Dustin sighed. "Best I could find was this, Mysteries of the Unknown, which I'm gonna read, I just don't think it's gonna help us out very much."

Steve groaned and covered his face with his hands.

This was just great.

“Listen, I’m gonna level with you this is…kind of outside of my expertise here Steve,” Dustin said hesitantly.

“But what about the cult stuff,” Steve asked, throwing his hands out. “You spend every Friday with Hellfire Club.”

“Playing a board game,” Dustin defended. “One that you could have learned by now if you just—”

“You’re telling me there aren’t any spells or...or something that could do this in your little game?"

"It's Dungeons and Dragons. Not Jumanji."

"...does that game maybe have a spell that—"

"No!"

"Well what about all of this shit Eddie has drawn in his notebooks, huh?" Steve fumbled to flip to one of the pages that had little symbols drawn in the corner. "What is this?"

"Probably something for a campaign. Maybe you should ask Eddie?" Steve froze and Dustin frowned. "You...have talked to Eddie about this right? You didn't just...come to school...without talking to Eddie, did you?"

Steve felt like an idiot. Of course Eddie would be in his body if he was in Eddie's. Eddie didn't just...banish Steve...he put a curse on both of them.

"Dustin Henderson, you are a genius." Steve pressed a kiss to Dustin's head, turned on his heel, and ran towards the door. Detention be damned.

"I'm not a genius, you're just an idiot!"

For all of the fears Eddie had about growing up—finally graduating, deciding if he should take some classes at the community college like the guidance counselor suggested ages ago, having to get a job or really throwing everything he had into making Corroded Coffin successful—he was honestly having a good time working at Family Video.

Steve always seemed a little bored and grumpy every time Eddie had stopped in. But it wasn't that bad if Eddie was being honest.

He'd been a little frantic at first, trying to figure out which key unlocked the door, and how to turn on the computer and open the cash register—thankfully there were little handwritten instructions taped under the keyboard—but once everything was up and running, it was a good time. He got to put a movie on—Star Wars, duh—easily chatted with some of the apparent-regulars who came by to make returns, even processed shipments of some new releases. It was a blast.

Eddie vaguely wondered, whenever he found himself back in his own body, if he should apply for a job here.

The bell above the door rang and Eddie turned, expecting to greet customers, only to be met with a fuming Robin Buckley.

Eddie didn’t know Robin very well, but what he did know he respected, if not outright liked. During his first senior year, she and a group of band nerds had gone up against Corroded Coffin in the last round of the Hawkins High Battle of the Bands. Now, he knew that the whole competition was rigged—Corroded Coffin had gotten second place despite being the best metal band in town—but she was pretty cool to shake their hands after the event was over. Tell them how good they were.

Of course, her band did a cover of "We Will Rock You" and "We are the Champions." Kind of cheating if you'd asked Eddie...but they did a pretty good job of it. He couldn't fault the student body for choosing that over the alleged Devil Worship music.

However, gone was the bashful Robin in his memory, and instead there she stood seemingly gearing up for a fight, with her sleeves rolled up and teeth gnashing together as she sneered.

"Forget something today dingus?" Robin asked "Steve" through clenched teeth.

"Uhhh," Eddie fumbled. "I don't kn—"

"Me! You forgot to pick me up for school," Robin exclaimed, hands thrown up in the air in exasperation. "You didn't even call? What gives?"

"I, uh," Eddie wracks his brain for an excuse. Because he didn't know he needed to? Because he wasn't actually Steve? "I accidentally overslept."

"And then I was worried about you," Robin rambled, running a hand through her bangs as she went on. "You could have...crashed into a pole, or...or...had a stroke and drove into a ditch."

"I'm sorry," Eddie offered with a half-smile.

"You better be! And your alarm better be set on Monday; I am not walking to school again," Robin grumbled as she headed to the back room to clock in. Eddie sighed in relief as the door shut behind her.

He really did feel bad about not picking her up for school. His friends were used to him skipping or just...sleeping late. If he wasn't at their houses to pick them up by a certain time, they knew they'd have to find another ride. Or just walk.

Gareth's mom was usually nice enough to give them rides on the days when Eddie didn't show.

But Robin...well, shit, Eddie knew Steve and Robin worked together...not only here but at Scoops Ahoy before this but damn, he didn't know Harrington was driving her to school. He must have been really good about picking her up every day if she was mad and worried.

"—and the thing is that I worried all day for nothing." Robin continued as she walked back onto the shop floor. "What if he's dead? What if his parents don't know? I think I failed my algebra test because of you so...just call next time ok?" She stared at him expectantly.

"Ok, I will," Eddie nodded. But Robin just narrowed her eyes at him and folded her arms across her chest. "What?"

"What do you mean what?" she asked. "What are you still standing there for? It's almost 4."

"Oh!" Eddie checked his watch. "Is it? I guess...my shift is over right?"

She stared at him with a dumbfounded expression and then slammed her hands on the counter, making him jump.

"This is why you're single, this is why you can't find a girlfriend," she whined. "I don't even feel bad for you anymore. Not when you're screwing it up every step of the way. I really thought you were gonna get it right this time."

What was she talking about?

"How could you forget!?"

And in spectacular timing that Eddie could only have expected in a movie, the clock struck 4, the bell rang as the door opened, and you walked in for your date with Steve.

You were nervous.

Of course you were nervous, this was your third date with Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington. You sort of still didn't believe that he had asked you out.

You didn’t believe you were still going out with him.

It was just a random night that you'd run into Family Video to grab a movie before they closed. How easily he bantered with you, how he made you laugh, how he suggested Sixteen Candles of all movies for your study night with the girls from your classes at the Tri-County Community College.

He had made a joke when he looked up your mom’s membership…if the number on file was up-to-date so he could inform you of new releases…or just to ask you out.

You had giggled so stupidly after you left. He had called that night.

You'd always been sort of afraid of him during school. He was cute, sure, charming when he wanted to be...but he was popular and a jock and kind of a douche. You’d seen him pick on countless nerds.

He was King Steve, The "Hair" Harrington, whose dad owned the car dealership and had even run for Mayor once and was expected to run again. And you...you didn't have confidence issues really, but there wasn't anything really special about you either. You'd always held out hope that your silly high school crush would ask you out, so you never accepted any of the offers you had from any other boys.

But he never ended up asking you out, no matter how many signals you gave him, how much time you spent with him. How you wore the cutest outfits if you knew you’d partner with him in class.

And shy of some random drunken makeouts and one unfortunate hookup at some stupid party to get your first time “out of the way” (according to Julie Williams)…you stayed single.

Now you were out of the dregs of the high school hierarchy, sure, but you never expected Steve to ask you out. You weren't popular by any means...

But neither was Nancy Wheeler before Steve dated her.

Nancy Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler.

You couldn't get the name out of your head. Or more accurately, you couldn't get Steve saying her name out of your head. You hadn't even heard of her until they had started dating in your junior year; she was a year younger than you and Steve. Sweet, a little timid maybe. You thought they were cute together, always kind of near each other. Holding hands or kissing or laughing.

Nancy stood in the spotlight with Steve, and they spent enough time for him to become nicer and for her to become more confident. Confident enough to dump him about halfway through your senior year.

Rumors were afloat about King Steve losing his crown. That the new kid Billy Hargrove had taken it when the king was down on his luck. But Billy was an even bigger douchebag and you'd thought...well, Steve was the big man on campus, he would bounce back right? Surely once you graduated at least? He’d find his footing and move on?

And you thought he had. He’d stayed in town, gotten a job, went about his life like it was normal. Still drove around and charmed the town, asking girls out and whatnot. Asking you out.

Imagine your surprise when he mentioned Nancy on your first date. Coffee at that little bakery in the town square; he had ordered for you before you got there and you asked if it was his favorite or something.

"Well Nance always liked it so I figured you might."

And then again at the movies, he'd ordered you a cherry coke and Mike and Ikes. No popcorn.

"Nancy always complained about the kernels getting stuck in her teeth."

You were patient and you tried to be nice. But it created this constant, subconscious comparison to her that hit you every time you saw her around town. And she was always around.

And Steve…tried, he made sure the dates were nice, he called on the phone, asked you about your day, told you about his. You just knew you couldn’t…allow yourself to feel less than, even if Steve didn’t realize he was doing it to you.

So you decided you were gonna end things.

You'd gone to Family Video to tell him as much, to have a nice discussion, before heading to your shift at Benny's. But he was very sweet, unexpectedly so. Promised your third date would be something special. You'd both dress up. He'd take you out to dinner somewhere nice.

"You're gonna love this place," Steve had said, taking your hand in his. "Nance thought it was great when I took her there too."

Nancy Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler.

And at that moment you decided to just pull your hand away and tell him "I'm sorry Steve" and "you can’t keep bringing her up, it’s over."

Until you caught sight of Eddie Munson at the corner of your eye.

Your high school crush.

Who was funny and clever and silly and handsome and more. Who was everything you could kind of ever dream of. Who you got into a fight with your best friend over because she thought she had dibs since her brother was his friend. Whose name you scribbled in your notebook and almost died the one time he flipped through to copy your notes.

Who never saw you as more than a classmate.

And you decided...even if you were tired of playing second fiddle to Nancy…you had spent enough time waiting to be noticed by Eddie. All of high school and, you were ashamed to say it, even now after the fact.

You couldn’t do this anymore. Couldn’t pass upon another boy who actually noticed you just to keep waiting on Eddie.

So you told Steve that his idea was great and you went on your merry way.

You had convinced yourself that it could work out, that you could be Steve’s girlfriend if he asked, if he kissed you at the end of the night. You'd dressed up to go to class today, knowing that you wouldn't have time to change for the date after. Your friends had teased you about your date, about the fluffy tafetta dress you'd chosen, giggled along with you and inflated your confidence.

It was still a little bit of a shock when you walked into Family Video promptly at 4 only to find Robin standing in front of the counter with the most pitying, sympathetic look in her eyes. And Steve still behind it, looking like a deer in the headlights, still dressed in his casual work clothes, hair slightly disheveled.

Not prepared for your date at all.

Did he forget?

You shouldn’t have felt bad, really. You were meeting him after his shift. You knew that you didn’t always look or feel great after work. You should have given him the benefit of the doubt.

Or did he change his mind?

Because he talked the talk yesterday and you fell for it. You let your pride get the better of you and you should have just followed your instinct to end things.

That insidious voice in the back of your mind though…

Nancy Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler.

…told you that he realized you weren’t good enough.

"H-hey," you greeted sheepishly. Your throat got tight

“Say hi dumbass,” Robin muttered over her shoulder. “Steve was just telling me how excited he was for your date!”

“Really?”

And then…it felt like Steve was suddenly seeing you for the first time. Because Steve Harrington just had a way about him, right?. That cool, casual exterior. That easiness.

Looking at him now…his eyes were wider and brighter, his smile bigger, eager. It was a version of him that you hadn’t experienced.

Was this maybe what Nancy Wheeler saw when she looked at him…looking at her?

And now he was looking at you this way.

"I...I'm not late am I? Or too early maybe?" you asked, suddenly bashful under his gaze.

“No,” Steve shook his head. “You’re perfect.”

“Gross,” Robin gagged. “Ok get out of here before I vomit.”

Steve practically vaulted over the counter and disappeared into the back for a moment, then situated himself at your side upon his return.

“You ready to go?” He asked eagerly. You raised your eyebrows in question and glanced down at his outfit, still dressed the same, still wearing his Family Video vest even.

“Oh you…” you started and then stopped when his smile got even brighter. “Yeah let’s go.”

You were barely out the door when a familiar van skidded into the parking lot and came to a halt in the spot next to your car. Eddie jumped out of the driver's seat and slammed the door, before pointing at Steve with a manic look in his eyes.

“You!” Eddie shouted. “What did you do? How did you do this!?”

You immediately turned to Steve, whose eyes went wide for a moment before he smiled lazily, almost condescendingly.

“Me? I didn’t do anything,” Steve announced, holding his hands up innocently.

“I know you’re in there Eddie, you son of a bitch,” Eddie grumbled and practically lunged at Steve. Steve jumped a few steps back and you got between the two of them, hoping your presence would put Eddie at ease.

Wait…

Did he call Steve…Eddie? Did he call Steve by…his own name?

Was he high or something? You tried to rationalize it: The anger, the manic look in his eyes, the way his shoulders shook as he breathed heavily. It only made sense.

“Hey look at me,” you said gently. “It’s gonna be ok, you need to take a deep breath and calm down. You’re gonna be ok.”

“Stay out of this honey,” Eddie said through clenched teeth. “This is between me and him.”

“Steve, what’s going on?” You glance back at him for an answer.

“Nothi—” Steve began but Eddie quickly spoke over him.

“He put a curse on me, he put a curse on us,” Eddie heaved.

A curse?

“M-maybe you need a doctor or something,” you tried. “You aren’t making any sense.”

”He doesn’t need a doctor,” Steve called from behind you. “He’s a freak, a criminal. He needs to be locked up.”

Eddie froze and looked between you and Steve, fear suddenly in his eyes.

“Steve are you crazy?!” You turned and hissed at him, but by the time you turned back to Eddie, he was backing away and retreating into the van.

“This isn’t over,” he threatened, pointing at Steve through the window. “You’re gonna fix this.”

“Eddie wait!” The van backed out of its spot and sped back out of the parking lot. You sighed with worry. “Eddie.”

“Sweetheart,” Steve casually put a hand on your shoulder “Don’t worry about him.”

You turned on your heel and slapped his hand off you.

“What the hell is wrong with you!?”

Eddie played the part perfectly...

"What the hell is wrong with you!?"

...or so he thought.

While he would never call anyone else a freak, standing and staring at his own face--despite the realization that Steve was in there--it was almost cathartic to yell those things at himself. To get a feel of what everyone else felt when they yelled those things at him. To not be on the receiving end of it for once.

Except you didn't seem to see it that way.

While Eddie had felt like he had hit the jackpot all day, being in Steve's body, he knew that he really came out ahead when you showed up for your date with him. The thought briefly crossed his mind...if he broke your heart as Steve...it might be a better chance for him to ask you out and for you to say yes.

But considering that he might possibly spend the rest of his life as Steve Harrington...having you was too good of a chance to pass up.

He would rather have you as Steve, knowing you would never care for him as Eddie, than lose you altogether.

Except that might be exactly what he had done as you stood there glaring at him.

"W-what?" He asked nervously.

"Are you kidding me right now?" you exclaimed. "He...there was clearly something wrong with him. How could you say those things? How could you call him those names? And then he...he left...what if he gets hurt?"

"What do you care about Eddie Munson?" he scoffed.

"He's my friend!"

Fuck.

Hearing that made his heart ache in his chest. He was a friend. Yeah. Just a friend. Which is why...if he wanted to salvage this, he would have to think quickly.

"I just...you're right," he explained, holding his hands out defensively. "He looked like...there was something wrong. And you were so quick to jump in the way...what if he hurt you?"

"He wouldn't!"

"I was worried."

"He wouldn't have hurt me."

"Listen to me," he soothed and approached you carefully in case you lashed out again. "I...I care about you, honey. I don't want to see you hurt. And Eddie...definitely looked like he was ready to hurt someone. I needed to get him away from you."

You gnawed at your bottom lip for a moment, pulling at your fingers nervously as you contemplated his excuse.

"Alright," you finally nodded. "I understand."

"You do?" he asked.

"Yeah," you sighed. "But please...please don't do that again. Don't call Eddie a freak. He's my friend and he deserves better than that."

Eddie's throat got tight, wanting to scream--

It's me. I'm Eddie. I'm in here.

--instead he took a few steps closer and folded you into a hug. You shook for a second, and god damn did he feel like he was on the verge of shaking too.

He needed a distraction.

"So...how about that date huh?" He questioned after a few moments of savoring the feel of you in his arms. "You ready to go."

"Sure," you pulled back and gave him a small smile. "Where are we going?"

Eddie, of course, had no idea where Steve had planned to take you. His mommy didn't mark dates in his calendar like she did his work schedule. So he simply decided to make something up on the spot. One of his favorite places.

He simply told you it was a surprise and led you to Steve's BMW, opening the door for you like a gentleman should, before he got you both on the way.

His fingers fidgeted on the steering wheel as he drove. He debated asking you questions, but decided against it on the off chance that they were things Steve had already on your first two dates. And the music that Steve had in the car was abysmal and wouldn't do anything to calm Eddie's nerves.

You seemed content to stare out the window as he drove though, still fidgeting with your fingers as the drab scenery passed by once he got onto old highway 77.

A few miles past Starcourt sat "Stoney Creek Adventure Center," boasting a halfway decent arcade and two miniature golf courses. With all of the new amusements in and around Hawkins, it wasn't as busy as it was the few times his mom and Rick had taken him when he was a kid. But it was still pretty lively on a Friday night: some families with younger kids, a couple of teens who snuck into the windmill to get high and make out.

Eddie escorted you out of the car and watched as you stared at the half-faded turf and oversized obstacles.

"So?" he asked, hands on his hips. "What do you think?"

Your hesitation to answer made his throat tight again.

What if this wasn't a Steve Harrington-calibur date?

"Uh..." you paused and looked at him out of the corner of your eye. "This is the place you took Nancy Wheeler? You said...you were taking me someplace she really liked."

Alright, time to make it or break it.

"I just thought you might like something different," he shrugged. "I thought...I've been bringing up Nancy a little too much. I want to enjoy new things. With you."

The way your gaze softened and you smiled at him...yeah, he was really fixing all of Harrington's fuck-ups. Give you everything you deserved.

"Oh, that's...yeah, that's really sweet," you giggled. "I...I didn't want to say anything...I know she was important to you. But I was actually starting to feel like--"

"Hey, listen," he interrupted you, knowing what you were going to say next...feeling a little smug that he was right. "The past is the past. I'm sorry I made you feel like you were playing second fiddle to Nancy."

"You really did," you confirmed.

"But I really like you," Eddie admitted, feeling a weight lift off of his shoulders as the words escaped him. Even though the voice he said them with was not his own. "I want you to feel important too. Ok?"

"Ok," you agreed, lips pursed and nose scrunched as you obviously fought a smile.

"Alright then, let's get to putting," he clapped his hands together and started walking towards the arcade to pay for your rounds of golf.

He stopped, however, as you grabbed him by the arm.

"Don't you think I'm a little overdressed?" you asked bashfully, gesturing down at yourself. "You told me we were going someplace nice."

He placed a hand over his heart and acted wounded.

"You're saying mini golf isn't nice?" he whimpered.

"No, it's perfect, I just..." you shrugged. "I don't know, I think...I don't even have a jacket or anything."

"Well tell you what," he said and peeled his Family Video vest from his shoulders. "As long as you don't tell Keith that I made you a temporary employee for the night--that's what this means you know, so don't take it lightly--you can wear my vest."

You didn't fight the smile this time, it beamed brightly in the golden afternoon light. You put the vest on and did a little turn, modeling it for him, looking slightly ridiculous with your fancy dress and the stupid green and orange vest.

What Eddie wouldn't have done right then to have his battle vest instead right then. To make you look like you were his girl and not Steve's.

"Beautiful," he told you truthfully. "Now you ready to lose? I happen to be a mini golf champion."

"In your dreams," you scoffed.

No...not in his dreams anymore...

At the end of the night, well past it getting dark, Steve drove you back to the strip mall parking lot for you to get your car and head home. But it felt no less romantic than it would have been if he was actually dropping you off at home and you were chatting on your porch before you went inside.

“I really did have a great time tonight,” you told him honestly. It felt like a cliché, like something from a tv show. But...despite the rocky start, you did have a great time and it was absolutely nothing you expected from Steve of all people, especially not after those first two dates. After all of the things you had doubted.

You had played both of the miniature golf courses, sat at the little picnic benches and shared a basket of half-soggy fries with ice cream cones--yours strawberry, his a chocolate-vanilla swirl--and chatted about your classes, and then ended the night beating the high score on Space Invaders.

Maybe things were looking up after all. Maybe you were right to give him this last chance.

“It was kind of perfect," you continued. "Thank you.”

“Well, what can I say?” Steve beamed. “I’m full of good ideas, when I’m inspired to have them.”

“And I, um, inspired you?” You asked hesitantly.

“You have no idea,” he laughed. “You wouldn’t even believe what was going on in here even if I told you.” He tapped his forehead a few times.

You reached up and rapped your knuckles on the side of his head the way you would a watermelon to see if it was ripe.

“I dunno, sounds kind of hollow to me—Steve!!” He grabbed you around the middle and started tickling you. You yelped and giggled as his fingers relentlessly tapped and pinched at your sides. “Stop it.”

“Sorry, honey, I told you I was full of ideas,” he pouted playfully but didn’t let up. “You just looked awful ticklish; it inspired me.”

“I can’t,” you laughed. “I can’t breathe.”

“I guess I can stop,” Steve sighed, the tickling letting up for a moment. His hands stilled on your waist as you caught your breath and he inched closer. “I think I’m inspired by something else now, to be completely honest with you.”

And then he did a thing--something he had been doing all night--he was looking at you like he couldn’t really believe you were there with him. His eyes were sparkling and happy. His smile wasn’t the…signature smooth Harrington smile that you’d grown accustomed to the last few dates. It was wider, easier.

“Y-yeah?” You whispered. “What’s that?”

He leaned in closer, rubbed his nose against yours. Your eyes fluttered shut and you exhaled softly.

"C-can I," he whispered, soft enough that you could barely hear him. "Can I kiss you, honey?"

"Y-yeah," you agreed just as softly. He hummed but didn't make another move, choosing to continue giving you such soft attention. It made your heart melt.

"You sure?"

"Please," you keened.

He let out a soft chuckle and pressed his lips to yours and you sighed.

If was all of the tender softness you deserved, but never knew in the fast, hormone-and-alcohol driven kisses you had experienced in high school. However few. You were simply surrounded by him.

His touch--his soft lips molding to yours, pressing, and his hands on your waist, pulling--constant and pleading for more but never pushing. His scent that invaded your senses--sharp and citrusy and fresh, like a summer's day. His sounds, that simple...constant little hum as the seconds ticked by.

He was everywhere and everything.

But...

You thought about Eddie earlier that day, the striking, wild look in his eye. So different from the Eddie you were used to, the Eddie you cared about, the Eddie your heart beat for over the past 5 years. You were worried about him, yes, but one thought occupied your mind.

How would Eddie have kissed you?

Your heart stung when Steve pulled away and you blinked back the burning in the back of your eyes.

You couldn't entertain those thoughts, not when Steve was standing right in front of you, after he had just kissed you so perfectly, and looked at you as if you were the only thing that could ever make him happy.

“G’night honey,” he murmured.

“Goodnight,” you whispered guiltily. "Goodnight Steve."

Eddie made it back to the Harrington's house with a big smile on his face.

He could do this forever if he had to.

Live in Steve's body, go to work at Steve's job, drive Steve's car, kiss Steve's girlfriend.

He'd been partially wondering on his drive back to the house--

Between the long, sweet moments of recalling your kiss.

--if this was, perhaps, some kind of karmic reward for all of the shit life had handed to him. A terrible father, a dead mother, a short attention span, and the entire town voicing their opinion that he was some dirty, rotten, trailer park freak. And then on the contrary, Steve--who had been given everything he never asked for and was an ungrateful shit--could have some karma as well.

As he made it up the stairs--the stairs, Eddie still couldn't believe it--to his new bedroom, Eddie thought about Wayne and did feel a little guilt. He definitely suffered just as Eddie did, maybe more so, simply for the fact that he had to put up with Eddie for 10 years and now would have to put up with Steve too. Eddie's stomach turned when he thought of all the things he did just to take something off Wayne's plate. Repairs around the trailer, grocery shopping and "making dinner" (which was usually code for some kind of takeout when he was too lazy to pop some frozen pizza in the oven). Not to mention the extra cash he made dealing...would Steve do those things now that they were stuck like this?

Where was Wayne's karmic reward?

There were so many things Wayne sacrificed for Eddie. And Eddie knew and did everything he could to give back to his uncle, as much as his uncle would let him. Now with this situation with Steve, he had to do a little more to lift what would end up being an additional weight off of his uncle's shoulders.

Maybe...

Maybe "Steve" could convince Mr. Harrington to offer Wayne some better, cushier job at the car dealership? So he wouldn't have to suffer as much as he did at the plant. He definitely deserved more, but this was the first thing Eddie could think of off the top of his head. After a few months it might be a new car, or some...help with a down payment on an actual house...or at the very least, a larger trailer so that he could have his own bedroom instead of that fold-out bed.

Yeah, that was it. He would think about how he would bring it up next time he saw good ol' Pa Harrington...but since the house was still empty almost 14 hours after Steve's parents apparently left for work that morning, it might not be any time soon...

Eddie opened the door to the bedroom--momentarily dismissing his thoughts of Wayne to consider if he should get some posters to cover the pretentious plaid-papered walls--only to find the light on and his own face staring back at him, scowling, as Steve sat propped against the headboard of the bed.

Eddie hesitated in the doorway, stunned.

“I told you this wasn't over, Freak."

Fuck.

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Content warning: MENTION OF MURDERS, smut, slight angst, knives, breaking and entering, unprotected sex, blood, spit, double penetration, fingering, cum play, degradation (slut, whore, etc), choking, spanking, oral (m&f receiving), SLIGHT DUBIOUS CONSENT BUT CONSENT IS ASKED, lmk if i missed anything else. 

afab reader x jeonghan x joshua

WORD COUNT: 5.1K

NOT EDITED

a/n: This is my first fic so please lmk if you enjoy it :)

“Jeonghan stop lying”

“I’m not lying y/n I really saw the killer eating a apple in dino’s kitchen”

“OUT OF EVERYONE WHY WAS HE SUDDENLY IN MY KITCHEN? Jeonghan stop trying to scare y/n”

“Are you sure you're not the one that's scared Dino? Worried the sick little killer will creep up on you flexing in the mirror” Joshua exclaims with a smirk, making the group burst into laughter. Dino rolls his eyes with a pout on his face knowing it makes no sense to defend himself. 

“How did you even see him in dino’s kitchen? Without dino knowing you were in his house to begin with? And why did you not say anything until now? Mingyu asked. Mingyu has been sick of jeonghan’s shit for ages now and him joking about this ghost face killer terrorizing your town seems insensitive. Across the past two months a ghost faced killer has been breaking into people’s houses with no rhyme or reason. The police are stumped and the only advice they can give to the citizens is to lock your doors and stay safe. Mingyu thinks that's shit because if he was trying to murder someone the last thing that would stop him are some flimsy locks, he’s picked enough locks in his lifetime to know.

“Ok how about we just stop talking about this? I don’t want Seokmin to start crying before the night ends” Jeonghan said with a sigh. You looked at him in confusion, jeonghan is never one to drop a conversation, especially when he can poke fun at someone. You figured he must've realized everyone was freaked out and continued your conversation with Cheol, missing the glare Joshua sent Jeonghan's way. 

“Y/n make sure you stay safe ok? I know when you have your headphones on the whole world disappears, but promise me you’ll be aware of your surroundings, ok?”

“Yes cheol” you say with an eye roll. Cheol is always treating you like a child but you know he has only good intentions. 

“Here, take this. You should start eating better. All those chipotle bowls aren’t doing you or your bank account any justice”  Cheol hands you a bright red apple he seemed to suddenly pull from thin air. You look at him in confusion “Since when do you eat apples?” “I’ve had a change of heart after visiting the farmers market a few days ago, you can't beat those prices. I got a whole container of cherries for $4!!” He says with wide eyes, you stare at him with a blank face hoping he won't continue this conversation for any longer than necessary.

He takes the hint and announces to the group “Let's end the night here, Josh can you give y/n a ride?”  

“Of course, I would hate for our dear y/n to encounter this scary killer” joshua says 

“For the love of god drop this gentleman act Joshua no one buys it” you say with an eye roll. 

With that everyone says their goodbyes and begins to head home. When you leave the restaurant Joshua is leaning against his car. You take a moment to appreciate him. As much as he gets on your nerves, he is admittedly one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen.  His dark hair falls perfectly across his forehead and his skin is so clear you feel nothing but raging jealousy towards him. Oh what you would give for eyelashes like his. Stupid men and their stupid eyelashes and stupid slutty waist and stupid pretty faces and-

“Y/n? Can you continue to stare in the car? We should get going”

You're not even embarrassed to be caught, you’ve been friends for so long he already knows you’re attracted to him. You’ve always been especially close with Joshua and Jeonghan, something about them settles your spirit in a way the other boys can't. The group likes to call them evil twins, they look very similar and work a little too well together… You really hope you will remain friends forever, maybe even more than friends but you try not to feed into your delusions.   

As expected Joshua opens your door for you “Can’t have a pretty girl like you do any work. I’ll take care of you all night, don't worry that pretty head” he says in a low voice leaning his hand on the door. 

“Just get in the car joshua”

As he drives you look around your neighborhood and see the police cars on every street and people with their windows boarded up.

“Joshua, are you not a little worried?” 

“About what”

“Joshua be fo real, you know what I’m talking about”

He sighs and looks over at you when he stops at a red light. 

“Y/n I don't know, I think people are being dramatic. Why would someone randomly kill people with no motive? Obviously the police are missing something. No ones coming after you I promise.”

“What about you” 

He smirks at you, “Don’t worry about me pretty girl” 

You give him an incredulous look. How could he be so calm? 

He seems to pick up on your shift in energy, “If anything I’ll sacrifice mingyu so I can escape. I'm sure he cant fight off the killer”

This makes you chuckle. You look out the window and hope you and all your friends are safe.

As you tuck yourself into bed you get a text from Wonwoo:

GaM3 B01: R u home?

Y/N: yea

GaM3 B01: Make sure u lock ur door. Goodnight y/n 

Y/N: gn

This is weird. Wonwoo rarely texts you. Why is he suddenly worried if you locked your doors? You triple check your locks and get back in bed. 

Sleep can’t come to you. You put on your headphones and decide to listen to some white noise. As you settle back into bed you thank yourself for investing in these noise canceling headphones. Vernon insisted these were the best and he wasn't lying. A few minutes later you begin to drift, missing the rattle of your door knob and the small clicking noises as your lock is picked. You miss the creek of your bedroom door open and you miss the light chuckle of the intruder watching you sleep.

The next morning you wake up feeling a cool breeze. You sit up and see your bedroom door is wide open. You don’t remember leaving your door open, maybe in your sleepy haze you forgot to close it. 

It’s a saturday so you get the day to recover from your hangover. You should've listened to Mingyu and stopped after your third shot but Dino always manages to get you to play drinking games with him. Last night Jeonghna had to get down on his knees and beg Dino to get in a taxi. It was not a cute sight.   

You turn on the news to see there was yet another murder last night. It was a few blocks from your apartment. It seemed to happen only a few hours after Joshua dropped you off last night. You call him to make sure he got home safe.

“Hello” he says with that raspy morning voice. You can’t even lie it went straight to your core. Curse him and his voice.

“Shua did you see there was another murder only a few blocks from me?”

“Oh?”

“Did you see anything last night?”

“Nah I didn’t”

“Well where did you go after you dropped me off?”

“I went to jeonghan's place”

“Why did you not go straight home? Shua you may think you're safe but we don’t know who the killer is targeting. If something happens to you I won’t recover.” you say with a sigh.

“And what if I did know who the killer was targeting?”

“What?”

“I said, what if i knew who the killer was targeting”

“I heard you the first time, idiot. How would you know?” you said in confusion. 

“Y/N Do you think I’m the killer?”

“Why would you even say that? Shua, this isn’t a joking matter! I’m genuinely scared and youre making stupid fucking jokes.”

“Did I spook you y/n?” You can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Fuck off joshua” and with that you hang up. He’s so annoying when he acts like this. 

You decide to do some research into the murders. Joshua told you last night there must be some connection to all the victims. Hours go by as you compile more and more evidence and you realize all the victims are people around your age, and spouses of people you went to highschool with. 

“What the fuck” you say to yourself. The killer clearly must be someone you know. Someone you went to highschool with. This can't be one giant coincidence. 

As you connect more pieces  you realize you're too scared to stay here alone. Every noise is making you jump and you can’t shake the feeling that someone is watching you. You figure you should share this info with someone before you go to the police station and make a fool out of yourself. You're still pissed at Joshua so you call the next best person, Jeonghan.

As you explain yourself to him, he’s oddly quiet.

“Y/n, why don’t I stay with you tonight and we can head to the police station tomorrow?” 

You agree and he says he’ll be there in 15. From the moment he arrives you feel like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders. It's around midnight when he realizes he left his talisman at home. He claims there are these lesbian ghosts haunting him and if he doesn’t have his talisman at all times they’ll try to kill him. You find him ridiculous but he assures you he’ll be back soon and if anything happens to call him. It’s been 20 minutes and he’s still not back. You mindlessly scroll through netflix deciding if its in your best interest to rewatch the entire hunger games series. As you are about to embark on your journey you get a phone call from an unknown number. You answer:

“Hello?” 

“Hi my love” a distorted deep voice says.

“Who is this?”

“My love, do you like scary movies?”

“Fuck off and don’t call me again”

You hang up. Talk about a mood killer. You take this as a sign to get ready for bed instead. 

As you're washing your face you hear your door knob rattle. Your heart stops as you struggle to breathe. If it was jeonghan he would have texted you to buzz him in downstairs. There’s no way this is jeonghan. You turn off your bathroom light and lay down in your bathtub. Your breathing picks up as you plead with yourself to not have a panic attack. You hear your front door open and heavy footsteps fill your apartment. You call jeonghan but he’s not answering. Of course this is the one time he’s not on his phone. You call the second person on your recents. Joshua. You know if you attempted to call 911 you would fuck uo with how much your fringers are shaking. You suddenly hear ringing flow through your apartment. Tears well in your eyes. Why is Joshua in your apartment? Why did he just break into your apartment? Your breathing picks up even more as tears freely flow. You hear him pick up. 

“Y/n, I know you're in here” 

You hang up and shut your eyes. You pray this is all a joke he and jeonghan are trying to pull on you. 

“You know y/n, you really are too curious for your own good. I always tell you to not worry that pretty head of yours on things like this” 

You can hear him getting closer and you feel like your heart is about to bat out of your chest. 

“I never would want to hurt you, pretty girl. I just need to make sure you keep your mouth shut.”  

What? How would he know about what you found unless jeonghan told him? And when would he have done that? 

You hear your front door open again. Maybe he left you think.

“Y/n?” you hear jeonghan call out.

Oh god why did he have to come now? Joshua’s probably going to kill him. You decide if he’s gonna kill you, you might as well make it as hard as possible because there's no way in hell you're taking Joshua Hong on in a fight. You make your way out of your bathroom trying to look brave but the tears still flowing through your eyes betray you. 

You make it your living room and everything is dark. There’s no sign of jeonghan or joshua. Maybe they left? You feel arms wrap around you from behind and feel someone breathing in your ear. The intruder covers your mouth as soon as you open it to scream. 

“Shhh pretty girl don’t make me do something I'll regret” you hear Joshua's smooth voice whisper in your ear. Here comes the tears again.

“Joshua go easy on her look how scared she is” you hear jeonghan say from somewhere behind you. You're so confused right now and the snot in your nose is running into Joshua's hand and you can guarantee he’s about to start complaining. 

“My pretty girl, why couldn't you just trust me when I said you're safe?” he sighs. 

“Now you're in real danger, my love” Jeonghan says suddenly in front of you. 

You gasp. My love? Was he the one who called you on the phone? You start whining and thrashing which only makes Joshua tighten his hold on you. 

“My love, can't you see what we're doing? You almost figured it out, use that pretty little head and put the rest of the pieces together.” Jeonghan says. 

You're in no state to actually use your brain which Joshua picks up on. “Why don’t you just tell her han, I think we’ve played with her enough for now”

“But I'm only getting started,” Jeonghan says with a pout. 

Joshua sighs, “Y/N were only avenging you. Do you not remember? All those people in highschool who made fun of you for no reason? They couldn't see your beauty the way we could? Having to watch you suffer all those years and beg us not to intervene killed us. Now it's our turn to watch them have to look on as their one true love suffers”

You're stunned. Jeonghan moves to turn on your lights and that pretty face you're so familiar with returns, but suddenly not as beautiful. There’s something different about his eyes when he looks at you. He’s looking at you like you're his most prized possession but also like you're his prey. You shiver in Joshua's hold. The latter pulls out a knife and begins to draw shapes on your skin. You curse your fucked up brain for the warmth begining to spread to your core. Joshua has you pressed so firmly against him you can feel all his muscles, you can also feel his throbbing cock against against your ass. Is this turning him on? What the fuck is happening? 

Jeonghan speaks again, “My, love we did this for you. I planned everything so well, even the police couldn't track us. And Joshua carried out my plans perfectly. You know we work very well together” The smirk on his face was both pissing you off and turning you on. God, what is happening to you?

The deepest, most carnal part of you is sickly impressed by this. They have such devotion for you that they're willing to risk their lives and kill for you?  To be completely honest you forgot about those bullies after highschool, but they clearly didn't. What else would they do for you if you asked?  

 You don’t even realize you're pressing your legs together until Joshua speaks up. 

“My pretty girl, are you enjoying this?” he removes his hand from your mouth and  you immediately deny his claim.

“So why are you pressing those slutty legs together when you know you just want to open them for us?” Jeonghan asks with a smirk.

You remain silent as Joshua moves the knife to your shorts. He whispers 

“So if i touch in between your legs you won’t be wet?”

“No” you say, lying to yourself and him.

Jeonghan grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. “My love, if you lie to us we are going to have to punish you.” 

You stay silent and look away. Joshua slides the knife in between your legs and presses against your panties. When he pulls it back there's a slick sheen on the metal giving you away. Joshua tisk and sighs. “What are we going to do with you?” 

Joshua finally lets you go and pushes you into jeonghan, who begins to lead you to your bedroom. You try to resist but Joshua is right behind, he smacks your ass hard which immediately makes you stop. You can’t see his smirk and you walk into your room. 

Jeonghan pushes you onto your bed and he and Joshua tower over you. They share a look and pounce. Jeonghan manhandles you so you're sitting leaning your back on him while he’s leaning on your headboard. He pulls your arms behind your back and spreads your legs open with his own. Joshua slides in between your legs and looks down at you. He drags his nose down your neck and breathes in your scent. You gulp.

“My pretty girl, you don’t know how long I've wanted to do this.”

He puts his hands on your thighs and looks into your eyes. 

“Are you ok with this?” 

You don't hesitate to say yes. He immediately dives in and kisses you. His lips are as soft as you always imagined. His scent overwhelms you in the best way possible.  You feel his tongue swipe against your bottom lip and you bite it. You won’t make this easy for him. He silently laughs to himself as jeonghan’s hand flies to your neck and presses hard. You begin to feel that delicious pressure go to your head. Jeonghan tilts your head up with his grip on your neck and Joshua looks you dead in the eye.

“Behave.” is all he says before he pulls out his knife. 

“I’m not scared to use this” he says as he glides it against your exposed thighs. To prove his point he presses the blade into your skin, the crimson blood flowing. He looks you in the eye as he takes a long lick. He quickly pulls up and kisses you. You can taste the metallic twinge on his tongue but it doesn’t deter you. You kiss him back fiercely until he pulls back for a breath.

“Open your mouth” jeonghan says from behind you, tightening his grip on your throat. You obey. Joshua spits into your mouth and you swallow opening your mouth to show him.

“My pretty, perfect girl,” he says, flashing that beautiful smile. 

He uses his blade to cut your shorts and top off leaving you in just your panties. He smirks at the damp spot on your panties. He gives you a questioning look and you nod your head letting him know you're ok. Jeonghan rubs your hip with his free hand and Joshua cuts off your panties. He immediately runs two fingers through your folds and pulls his hand back to show jeonghan how wet you are. They both groan at the same time, jeonghans coming out as more of a whimper. 

“Josh, don't forget we still need to punish her” Jeonghan calls out from behind you. You can feel his hard dick throbbing behind you. You groan.

“Put two fingers into her for me” jeonghan says and he plants his thumb on your clit while Joshua eases his ring and middle finger into you. You let out a gasp as Joshua immediately starts thrusting into you searching for your g-spot. Jeonghan lets go of your neck and turns your face to kiss you. His lips are somehow even softer than Joshua’s and you attempt to free your arms so you can touch him. He breaks from the kiss and tightens his hold. 

“My love, how's this for your punishment? If you make any noises or move we won’t let you cum”

Your eyes widen and your mouth falls agape. Joshua chuckles at this and increases his speed while jeonghan presses harder on your clit making it harder for you to control yourself. You resist the urge to buck your hips but when Joshua presses into that spongy spot inside you, you let out a pornagraphic moan that has the both of them stopping their movements. 

“My pretty girl, are you too stupid to follow simple instructions? Or are you just a pain slut who doesn't want to cum tonight?” Joshua says and he removes his fingers from you.

You begin to sputter an apology but Jeonghan is having none of it. He slaps your clit to silence you. 

“What will it take to shut you up? Do we have to fuck you dumb for you to learn how to close that slutty mouth?” jeonghan says as he pushes you off of him and climbs out from behind you. As if on the same brain wave jeonghan pulls you to the end of the bed while Joshua removes his shirt. You look over to him to see his muscles flex as he removes his pants and you can clearly see the outline of him in his boxers. His cock is big and hard and you can feel your mouth watering as you look at him with a pout. 

“You want me to fuck you?” he ask with a smirk. You nod your head yes as you feel Jeonghan's hot breath on your core. 

“Or do you want me to fuck you?” 

You look between them baffled. How do you pick between two of the most handsome and well endowed men you've ever seen in your entire life? At this point you rathered Joshua to kill you so you won’t have to make this choice. After a moment you reply with “both?”

They exchange a look. “Jeonghan grabs your face and looks t you for a second. 

“My love, I never took you as a greedy fucking whore. Do you think you could handle both of us?”  

“Yes” you immediately say. They exchange a look and jeonghan shrugs. 

“Whatever you desire my love”

Jeonghan slides back down the bed and dives into your core. Licking and slurping whatever he can. He sucks harshly on your clit begining to rebuild your lost orgasm. He slides three fingers into you and immediately hits the spot Joshua previously found. Meanwhile joshua takes off his boxers and pumps his cock in his hands. You can see the precum gathering at his tip and you're dying for a taste. 

“Open up” he says as he taps the head on your lips. You obey and he slides the head in. 

“I won’t go easy on you, this is still a punishment beautiful”. You nod and he begins to thrust, gradually increasing his pace. He begins to fuck yout throat like your nothing but a toy, the lewd sound almost drowning out jeonghans moans as he feasts on you 

“You know,jeonghan wanted me to hurt you. Teach you a lesson, but you know I have a soft spot for you. I could never live with myself if I hurt you in ways you didn't like.” You shudder and he takes this as an opportunity to thrust further down your throat until his pelvis is touching your nose. He sits there for a few seconds as you gag and struggle to breath around him. He pulls out with a moan and barely gives you time to catch your breath when he’s thrusting back in somehow deeper. Meanwhile jeonghan has you tethering on the brink of release, toying with you. He’s giving you almost the amount of pressure you need to cum but not enough. He pulls back and pulls his fingers out, sucking your essence off of them. You whine against Joshua’s dick and buck your hips begging for a release. Jeonghan tells you “ you’ll cum when I say you can, joshua come here and prep her ass if she wants both of us to fuck her its happening at the same time.” Your eyes widen as Joshua pulls out of your mouth and jeonghan grabs handcuffs from his coat pocket. He locks your wrist together and rests them on your stomach as Joshua digs through your bedside drawer for lube. Once he finds it he begins to kiss you as he slowly presses one finger into you. Jeonghan begins to undress and pulls Joshua off your mouth by his hair. He taps his cock against your face and you immediately begin to please him. By the time Joshua works three fingers into you jeonghan decides it’s time to fuck you. He tells Joshua to sit against the headboard and for you to sit on his cock. You shuffle up the bed and face jeonghan. You raise your hips and sink down onto Joshua holding eye contact with Jeonghan the whole time.  

You feel like a virgin again with the way Joshua stretches you, he rubs your hips and whispers about how good you feel in your ear. When you're fully seated he lets out the sweetest whimper that has you tightening on him. You begin to bounce on him savoring how he fills you so perfectly, its better than you ever imagined. He grips your hips so tightly you're sure youll have bruises in the morning but the thought makes you want him to hurt you even more. Leave his mark on you. You look at jeonghan with puppy dog eyes, pleading for him to touch you. He tells joshua to stop fucking you which he does begrudgingly does with a groan. Jeonghan pulls you off joshua and sits you back on him, only this time Joshua is fucking ur ass while holding your legs spread for jeonghan. Jeonghan slides into you and he swears he became comatose for a second. Your heat grips him so tightly and your warmth manages to spread through his whole body it has his toes curling. He gives an experimental thrust which has you tensing. You’ve never felt so full before you feel like you're floating. Unsure of what's real and whats not. You faintly hear jeonghan ask if your ok and you nod, needing to cum and feel their cum more than you needed air. They began a steady rhythm, one thrusting in while the other pulls out. It felt heavenly, you didnt think you would be able to have sex again without imagining it was them fucking you. You felt your orgasm quickly brewing and you knew you weren't going to last.

“Jeonghan please let me cum, o-oh god i feel so full, it feels so good Shua, oh my god please please, please” you blabber. Jeonghan smiles and looks at joshua. He shakes his head voting that you should be able to cum, Jeonghan relents and tells you to cum. You let go and you feel like your soul left your body, your toes curl and you squeeze your eyes shut moaning and whimpering like a slut while they fuck you through it. You begin to feel weak but neither let up and continue pounding into you like youre their personal fuck toy. The oversensitivity takes over but all that's on jeonghan's mind is getting you to cum like that again.  He begins to run your clit which has you arching your back into joshua, changing the angle for him and instantly making his cum with a whimper. He doesn't stop thrusting until he physically has nothing left in him. He pulls out and watches his cum drip onto his thighs. Jeonghan pulls you off joshua and lays you on your back, pushing joshua’s cum into your pussy and fucking it into you. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss while joshua sneaks his hand in between you and plays with your clit. Your second orgasm is near and you know it will be the most powerful you’ve ever had. Tears begin to freely flow from your eyes and jeonghan looks into your eyes.

“Cum for me my love, I want to see you fall apart on my cock” and like a trained slut you cum on command milking jeonghan in the process. He keeps thrusting until he’s too sensitive and collapses onto you. 

“Jeonghan you're too heavy” you whine and he chuckles. He carefully pulls out and rolls off of you. 

“Nooo now its gonna leak on my sheets” you complain, ignoring the fact that your sheets are already covered in both you and Joshua's cum. Jeonghan smirks and pulls Joshua from his spot on your bed and pushes his face into your core. Without a word Joshua begins cleaning up all of your cum, savoring the taste of the three of you mixed together. Jeonghan pulls him up and Joshua spits the mixture into your mouth. You swallow with a smile,and he collapses back onto the bed.

“So…” you say while staring up at the ceiling.

Joshua turns to look at you. “y/n I hope you can try to understand that everything we do is for you.” 

Jeonghan speaks up “My love, I will never let anyone or anything hurt you ever again. If you won’t accept our love that's fine, but we will never stop protecting you.” 

You try to take all of this in but it’s too much. Maybe you should just live in this perfect bubble, ignoring the fact that two of your closest friends murder people in your honor. Maybe it's ok to live in your delusion. You settle that this is something to think about another time. 

“Wait, Do the other guys know?” you ask.

“No”, jeonghan replies. “We didn't want to get them caught up incase we got caught, though I knew we would never.”  

“Wait, so when you said you saw the killer eating an apple inDino’s kitchen you weren’t lying? You say with a smile. 

“Do I ever lie, my love?” Jeonghan asks.

“Yes” you and Joshua say in unison.

“Whatever” Jeonghan says with an eye roll.

“So am I dating two psychotic serial killers now?” you ask.

“Psychotic is a bit harsh” Joshua says while holding his hand to his chest.

Yes you are” Jeonghan says as he carries you to the bathroom to properly clean you up. 

As you look in the mirror you see Jeonghan’s pretty face looking back at you. You think to yourself “I wouldn’t mind being killed by someone as gorgeous as him”  In that moment you realize you're just as psychotic as them, maybe you three do belong together.

#seventeen smut #svt smut #joshua smut #hongjisoo smut #joshua hong smut #jeonghan smut #yoon jeonghan smut #svt x reader #svt fanfic

[sexyfoxlady]

Missing You📱

Father-Figure!Satoru Gojo x Mother-Figure!Reader

Summary: young!Megumi/Tsumiki wants to talk to father-figure!Satoru Gojo on the phone who is away on a mission

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️ one curse word 'shit' butt other than that nothing 🤷‍♀️ (imk in comments)

"haha...no Toru everything is fine here,you just make sure you get home all in one piece"

Tsumiki perks up after hearing you use Satoru's nickname 'Toru' she didn't know who you were talking to before that because you walked out of your room on the call but now Tsumiki knows it's her father on the other side of the phone she zoomed off her spot from the couch placing the book she was reading on the spot she was sitting, running over to you to speak to Satoru

"Excuse me Mama but I want to say hi to Papa" Tsumiki asked politely and sweetly just like the angel child she is

"Aw of course baby...Toru,Tsumiki wants to say hi...ok here you go" handing the phone to Tsumiki with a gentle head pat to her head before walking into the kitchen to make a light snack for the kiddos

"Hi Papa!"

"Heyo my little monkey how are you, you being helpful for mama, how was school, learn anything new today, miss you guys so much"

Tsumiki giggles at Satoru overload of questions before answering him

"I'm doing good and Mama doesn't let me help as much as I want, keeps saying I do a lot already but I like helping Mama...and school was okay I guess. We are reading a new book though, it's really good so far I can't wait to talk about it in class."

It takes a moment for Satoru to process all the information given to him from his daughter

"Mmmm you know your mom is right you do a lot already and your so cute monkey liking helping your mama out and why was your day just "okay I guess" that's not what I want to hear from my monkey why was it just okay? Do you want to tell your old man about it?"

"It's silly" Tsumiki responds meekly

"It's not silly if it means you can't have a good day because of it, come on tell papa what's wrong"

Tsumiki gives a small sigh before admitting why her day was 'okay I guess'

"It's just I forgot you were away on a mission and when we got our new book for class I wanted to read with you"

"Awww Tsumiki I'm sorry I'm not there I promise as soon as Im home we'll read alllll the books you want, how does that sound?"

"Thanks papa, I'm going to give mama the phone back now, love you, be safe"

"Love you too and I'll be home soon promise"

Satoru feels his heart is about to burst from how much love is waiting for him at home

"Hey Toru you still there?" (Y/N) asked with the phone in one hand while handing sliced apples and bananas to Tsumiki reminding her to share with her brother

"Yeah I'm here gorgeous, monkey was just trying to give me a heart attack with all her love, man she's such a great kid she probably gets it from me"

"HA doubtful very doubtful, what did she say anyways"

"Just that she misses me and how she wishes she was reading with me and how she loves me sooooo much more than you and Gumi"

Rolling your eyes at the obvious lie at the end

"Yeah I'm soooo sure she said all that especially the end part"

"Aw don't get jealous now you know you'll always be my first love" you can basically see Toru sly smile on his stupid gorgeous face

"Well you'll always be my second love" bitting back a laugh from Satoru to hear his freak out to being second especially second in your heart~

"WHAT WHO'S YOUR FIRST LOVE!?" Absolutely appalled that he second to anyone

"My Gumi of course,his is my precious baby boy" when you inform your boyfriend that Megmi is your first love you can hear Satoru's world come crashing down around him

"Why would you say that, just say you don't want me home it would be easier for my HEART" there goes your drama queen boyfriend doing what he does best being dramatic. Hearing your laugh through the phone did not help Satoru in being any less dramatic

"YOUR SO MEANNNN TO ME" basically crying through the phone. You're so engrossed into the conversation with your boyfriend you don't notice right away the tiny hand pulling on your pant leg to get your attention, putting a hand over the speaker to look down at your son to see what the matter is

"Everything okay Gumi did you get some slice apple and bananas from your sister" nodding yes before communicating what he needed your attention for

"Is that Gojo-sensei" looking at the phone in your hand

"Yeah it's Toru you want to say hi?" You asked your normally quiet son but when you did he got embarrassed looking anywhere but the phone and started messing with the end of his children's cartoon graphic t-shirt. Kneeling down before Megumi with your hand still on the speaker of the phone where your boyfriend is still most likely freaking out

"Hey it's ok if you miss Turo you can say hi if you want" Megumi's eyes widen as if you accuse him of something heinous he whipped his head around so fast to correct you

"I don't miss that idiot!" With his arms crossed and a foot stomp its hard to take his dislike for your boyfriend seriously, putting a hand gently on top of Megumi's head letting him know it's ok if he doesn't want to say hi but in his need to show how strong he is on his own, he forgot the purpose he asked you in the first place because he DOES want to say hi but not wanting to embarrass himself even more he almost decided to forget about it but you know your precious boy better then the back of your hand plus you saw how his eyes sadden when you said he didn't have to say hi so you did what a mother does best reverse psychology(🥸)

"Well I know you don't want to say hi to Toru but I know he wants to say hi to you, can he say hi?" Gumi not realizing he's nod to your question was a very excited nod not backing up his last statement in not wanting to talk to his sensei -dad, putting the phone back up to your ear to let him know another one of his children want to talk to him well "not" talk to him

"Hey handsome I have Gumi here like you wanted, to say hi" Satoru not needing any more information than that because this is not the first time Megmi "didn't" want to say hi,before handing the phone to Megmi you tell Satoru 'love you'

"Hey hey Gumi what's up" Satoru cheerfully came through from the other side of the line but nothing came after his greeting but silence

"Megumi? You okay bud?" The concern in his voice showing just a little bit

"Yes...um I" Megumi obviously not feeling quite yet comfortable with whatever he wants to say

"Hey it's okay monkey take your time you can talk to me about anything alright" hoping that Satoru using his nickname that he uses for his sister and himself will give Gumi the boost he needs to say whatever he needs. It takes him about 30 seconds to respond to Toru

"Miss you and be safe" if Satoru wasn't paying attention he would have missed what Gumi had said but he is always vigilant when it comes to his children but Satoru didn't have time to say 'miss you' back before the phone is handed back to you is a hurry

"Toru?" Came your sweet angelic voice not expecting for the call to still be going

"MY HEART!" He practically blows your earphones out with his love

"SHIT Toru my ears" you should have known better than to put the phone up to your ear after he's done talking to his children

"MY BABIES MY BABIES MONKEYS ARE SO CUTE" rolling your eyes playfully because not only are Megumi and Tsumiki too old to hold on him like monkeys anymore but this was not the first and it won't be the last time this call happens it happens every time Satoru has a long mission or sometimes even the short missions

"I promise I'll be home soon I love you. Don't miss me too much like the kids" chuckling a soft 'i love you too' at the end of the call.

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THATS IT!!!🫰😜

ART/GIFS AREN'T MINE 🩷

Hope you enjoy cool if not don't care or read more if there is more 🙃

#jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #satoru gojo #fluff #jjk megumi #satoru gojō x reader #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen satoru #gojo fluff #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #satoru x y/n

[wally-darling-hyperfixation]

The Show Must Go on Darling. Part 2: Wally x Parent GN Reader

@malamilkbeats made this artwork. I like it so much. I hope you like the story. Someone on here has been making boarders and I absolutely adore them and use them. I’ll reference them in another post. I’m now. Making Wally part blue.

You wake up from a jolt in your bed. Your daughter Zoey is bouncing up and down. “ Today we go to the studio! Today we go to the studio,” she squeals jumping up and down. You let out a chuckle and grab her tickling her causing her to grab her stomach. “Yea we are my little silly monkey. We going to have a wonderful day together,” you say laughing as you tickle her. She laughs and surrenders so you stop and she rushes to get dressed for today. You laugh and go the the closet. You have these billowy rainbow pants you been dying to wear but they weren’t work appropriate so you put them on with this nice loose long sleeve white shirt. You put an ascot on (it’s either in your hair as head band or pony tail or on your neck). You slip on some nice leather shoes you had. Comfy and head out to the kitchen where little Zoey was in her tie dye dress waiting. You hum and cook breakfast real quick. Just some eggs and toast and fix her a glass of apple juice. “Go ahead and eat and we will head on out ,” you say setting a plate in front of her biting into your toast. She quickly eats her food gulping it down super fast. You pat her back so she don’t choke. “I’m all done! Can we go ? Let’s go!!!!” She says excited putting dishes in sink running out to car. “Wait , I’m coming,” you laugh grabbing your keys chasing after .

Wally was rubbing his hands nervously. Ronald had made sure that the parent and the little girl were the only ones to show up today. He was pacing on the stage back and forth. The others were so confused about why he was pacing. “Hey Wally, are you ok? You are passing across the stage. You look like you are about to have a panic attack,” Julie says worried. “We just having a shooting today,” Sally says confused. He honestly didn’t want to say why. Not really sure what he was feeling. He just really liked how a parent loved their kid. He was just really excited about the idea of seeing you again. It felt really weird this new feeling. “You can do this Wally,” he says this to himself. He fixes up his hair and looks toward the window fidgeting when he sees the two walking in.

You were confused walking in seeing how y’all were alone . Zoey was so excited. They could get front row and be close up to the window to watch. “Come on. Come on. Let’s sit down (P/N). Please ? ,” she grabs your hand pulling you to the front and y’all sit down. You fix her hair gently and the show starts . This episode seemed to be about painting but you were freaked out cause it seemed like Wally was staring at you. But Zoey was enjoying the show. She watched everyone draw what they loved and they all put pictures and you were just happy Zoey was enjoying it. Wally thanks the viewers for watching and heads into Home. Zoey claps her hands. As you and her head to leave , Mr. Ronald stops by and starts talking. “Did y’all enjoy the show,” he asks. Zoey sets down her bag and starts aching all excited. She explains how she wants to paint and was so happy about the episode and her love of the puppets.

Wally sneaks off the stage and was in the room. He watches the people talk and sees the backpack. He sneaks over and gets over to the backpack. He unzips and climbs in. He really wanted to get to know them. The back pack was picked up and he was watching as they leave. He gives a thumbs up to Ronald as they leave and hides in the back pack. As they drive , he loved listening to your voice. He watches as y’all stopped to get burgers and such to go home. He really wants to see where y’all live. He was so comfortable listening to your voice. He fell asleep for the rest of the way .

Enjoy!!!!!!!!!

#wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home #welcome home fandom #welcome home wally #welcome home x reader #welcome home x y/n #wally darling x self insert #wally x y/n #wally x reader

[megxplryxb]

As Bad As You Are

I tapped my nails nervously on the back of my iphone as our uber approached the driveway of an all too familiar house. I bit my lip and closed my eyes thinking about the last time I was here. I swore I'd never be back here. But I'd said that before and here I was...again. This time would be different though. I was stronger, smarter and more importantly, I was no longer his little toy to play with when he was bored.

"Dude are you ok?" Tara asked squeezing my hand as a concerned Devyn turned her head back from the passenger seat.

"Mmhmm." Is all I could manage to mumble out as I gave the girls a reassuring smile. I had to get my shit together and fast. I had been cool about this all day but now as the driver slowed down and suddenly stopped right outside the front door my stomach began to do flips. It always happened when I knew he was close by. Fuck.

We paid for the uber and made our way to the house. "Damn, are we late?" Devyn questioned hearing the loudness of the party through the inside of the door.

"I don't think so. Jake said ten right?" I questioned looking at Tara who rolled her eyes.

"Yeah but Jake's a fucking idiot. He's lucky he's hot or I'd be so done with his stupid shit." She huffed as we laughed. She always said that but we all knew she loved Jake more than anything. Must be nice. Just as we were about to knock on the door it opened in front of us. My heart skipped a beat as I waited to see who was going to be the one to greet us. Please don't be him. Anyone but him.

"Oooooooh! Look who it is!" Sam yelled excitedly running straight to me and lifting me in to a huge bear hug.

"Hey Sammy, happy birthday!" I smiled hugging him back feeling pure relief that it was Sam who had answered the door to us. I had missed him so much.

"Yeah happy birthday Sam!" The girls echoed before making their way through the party to find their respective boyfriends.

"I didn't even know you were back from the big apple. Did you just get here?" He questioned as I nodded a yes. Liar. I closed my eyes knowing I had just lied to Sam. I had been home for a couple of weeks but I wasn't ready to see everyone. I wasn't ready to see him.

"Wow, I'm so glad you're here. I thought you'd be too embarrassed to hang with us now that you're famous." He nudged.

"Sam, I starred in a music video, not a Hollywood movie. Plus you're way more famous than I am." I stated as he shook his head.

"You starred in a music video for a song that you wrote the lyrics to. That's a pretty big deal." Sam said taking a drink from the red cup he was holding. "Kat's gonna freak when she sees her bestie!"  She wasn't the only one.

"KATRINA!" Sam called out as my pink haired best friend skipped through the hallway. Her eyes widening in shock as she saw me standing there.

"Look who it is!" Sam grinned like a child.

"Surprise!" I shouted.

"Oh my god! You're back!" She said jumping in to my arms almost making me lose my balance.

"I'm gonna get you a drink. Just the usual?" Sam asked as I nodded.

"You know it." I smiled politely as Katrina continued to wrap herself around me.

"Is he gone?" She whispered.

"All clear." I giggled as she finally let me go. "Do you think he bought it?" I asked as we both fixed our outfits. "Of course." Sam has no idea you've been back for a while. I promise."

"Thanks for not saying anything." I said wrapping my arm around her. Kat had been the only one out of the whole group to know that I had been home for a bit longer than I let on. She was also the only one who knew why I had stayed away so long in the first place.

"What are best friends for?

"The place looks great. You did such a good job decorating." I stated looking at all the balloons and banners Kat had bought for Sam's birthday. She had been talking about it for so long. She just wanted to give Sam the best night possible.

" I'm so glad you came." Kat grinned placing her head on my shoulder.

"I promised you didn't I? Plus I wouldn't let Sam down. I couldn't hide away for the rest of my life because of....." I paused.

"I know." She whispered holding my hand.

"Here you go ladies!" Sam danced over to us with our drinks placing his arms around both of our shoulders.

"Thank's babe." Kat said kissing him on the cheek. "You're the best Sammy." I said cuddling in to him. As one of his oldest friends I was one of only a few people that always got away with calling him Sammy.

"Am I allowed to say how hot she looks right now?" Sam asked Kat who playfully shoved him towards me. "I think you just did!"

"Sam are you drunk?" I questioned as he looked at me offended. "Why do I have to be drunk to say that you look good?" He fought back. "You do look hot girl." Kat admitted sipping her drink.

"Boy I can't wait to see Nate and Colby fight over you later." Sam joked as I shifted uncomfortably hearing the name of the boy I was trying desperately to forget about.

"Hey babe, I think I heard the door. You should go get it." Kat said pushing Sam towards the door as she caught my hand and led me to a quieter part of the house. "I'm sorry about that." She said with concern in her eyes.

"Kat stop! It's fine honestly. I have to get used to this again. Hearing his name, seeing him. I mean I'm in his fucking house." I said placing my hands on my head.

"He is gonna drop dead when he sees you though." Kat said giving me an evil grin. I laughed a little shaking my head. I wouldn't admit it to anyone but a part of me was aiming to show him what he was missing. I was wearing a little black off the shoulder dress with black fishnet tights. I knew I looked good, I knew exactly what to wear to make him crazy, what not to wear to make him even crazier. I wanted to bring him to his knees like he had done to me.

"Where is he anyway?"

"Upstairs."

"Oh." I laughed rolling my eyes. Typical.

"He's not with anyone if that's what you're thinking. He's finishing up some editing. Actually, Sam mentioned he hasn't seen him with anyone since before you left. That's a long ass time for Colby to go without hooking up." Kat confessed. She was right. Colby had a new girl almost every night.

"Doesn't matter to me anymore. Tonight isn't about him. It's about Sam so let's go find him and get drunk." I said taking her hand as we made our way to find her boyfriend. 

A couple of drinks later and I was finally starting to relax. Corey and I had just beaten Jake and Tara at beer pong and we were happily sitting on the kitchen counter taking shots and selfies.

"That's a good one. That's going on insta right now!" He announced uploading the photo and tagging me. "Yeah I liked that, its cute." I agreed.

"Have you seen Colby yet?" Corey asked as I took a shot and shook my head. "Not yet." Hopefully never.

"Well he's gonna be stoked to see you. You don't wanna know how many times I caught him stalking your socials." Corey said stuffing his face with a pizza roll. I looked at him in shock. He had to be messing with me.

"What?"

"Yeah seriously bro."

"Shut up." I half laughed pushing him."

"Dude, for real. I teased him about it once and he got really fucking defensive too." Corey said shaking his head. "Did I miss something? Is there something going on between you two?"

"Are you serious?" Me and...? Why can't I say his name? "No. God no." I chuckled playing with my hair.

"Ok, but I could have sworn......You know what, forget it." He said blushing.

"Forget what?"

"Nothing." He laughed as his eyes widened.

"Corey?" You asserted as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously chuckling. "I could have sworn I walked in on him......jerking off....."

"And? I'm sure that's happened more than once you do live in a house full of testosterone" I teased.

"Yeah but....I'm pretty sure it was to the music video.....you were in." Corey admitted as I almost choked on my drink.

"Okay now I know you're joking because that hasn't even been released yet." I confirmed crossing my legs.

"Wait, you didn't send it to him?" Corey questioned as I shook my head. Surely this was a prank.

"Why would I send...You're messing with me right now."

"Bro I swear down!" He said holding up his hands. "If it helps you looked fucking incredible in it..you and that guy had some amazing chemistry and choreography." Fuck my life. I cringed thinking about Corey and the others watching that video. I was practically in my lingerie for the whole thing.

"That doesn't help Corey." I fumed.

"Sorry but I really thought you sent it to Colby."

"I need another drink." I admitted jumping off the counter finding a bottle of vodka on the island and walking outside to the pool area for some air. I took a swig from the half full bottle as I tried to calm myself down because tonight was Sam's night and I wasn't going to let Colby ruin it. Not for Sam, not for Kat, not for me. I hadn't even seen him yet and somehow he had still managed to make himself known. A part of me wanted to leave but I knew I couldn't. The stronger part of me knew that if I did, I was back to square one again. Running from him wasn't an option anymore. I'd both been there and done that.

"It cant be...." I heard a voice gasp behind me. I hadn't even fully turned around before I was swept off of my feet and begin spun around.

"It is you!" The long haired brunette cried excitedly. 

"Nate stop! Do you want me to get sick all over you?" I yelped closing my eyes until the spinning was over.

"I'm sorry I just..I didn't even know you were back!" He said pulling me in for a hug. I wrapped my hands around his waist keeping him close for a moment. Nate was great. He was one of my favourite people in the whole world. Plus he was incredibly sexy. He had asked me out a long time ago but I turned him down because... Well because I was sleeping with Colby and although it wasn't a relationship and we were seeing other people our friends were off limits. That was one of the "rules".

"Yeah I just got back a few days ago." I said as we finally parted.

"Well you look good. I mean.. you look way better than good, you look uhhh." He looked at me sighing heavily as he rubbed the back of his head. "You look hot...I mean...you look beautiful." He admitted as I blushed and laughed at the same time.

"Thanks Nate. You don't look so bad yourself." I confessed as we stood silently for a moment.

"So...you planning to drink all that by yourself?" He asked pointing to the vodka bottle in my hands.

"That was the plan but seeing as I like you I guess we can share." I winked. The air had started to hit me hard and I could feel the alcohol start to take over.

"Awesome."

"We should dance." I suggested grabbing his hand and taking him back in to the house where people were dancing.

"I'm not very good at this." He said throwing back some vodka.

"Nate, you're a singer. If you can sing, you can dance." I argued as he laughed. We spent the next few minutes dancing with Corey, Jake, Devyn, Tara, Kat and Sam. All of us taking pictures and videos on our phones. Kat grabbed me as we danced together while she was on Instagram live. "Myyyyy bestie is sexxxxxy." She slurred in to her phone kissing me on the cheek. We continued dancing to the loud music until I heard Sam yell.

"Yooooooo!"

It sent a sudden shiver down my spine because I knew what it meant. I could already feel his presence. I turned around to see him slowly walk down the stairs with a glass of Jack Daniels in his hands, wearing a black tank top that tightly carved his abs through the material, his signature black pants and vans. Well he's still fucking beautiful.

"About time brother!" Sam shouted embracing his best friend as Kat grabbed my hand tightly. I smiled gratefully at Kat. I could see that she thought I was going to fall to pieces upon seeing Colby again but truthfully, I just wanted to hurt him. Like he had hurt me. Maybe it was the alcohol but I had so much anger built up inside of me and it had only gotten worse since Corey had told me about the video. Who did he actually think he was?

"Sorry brother but one of us had to work on your birthday. I'm working on catching up though." He grinned downing the glass of jack with ease as he took his final steps down the stairs. He still hadn't seen me as he walked with Sam over to the group.

"Just so you know Nate's been dancin' with your girl bro.." Sam joked patting Colby on the head.

"Who's my gi......" Colby froze finally seeing Nate and I leaning against the wall. This was it. I could either walk away or I could face him. I bit my lip in contemplation before choosing the latter. 

"Hey stranger." I smiled sweetly pulling him in for a hug. Thank god for alcohol.

"Hey!" He said wrapping his muscular arms around me. "Long time no see." He muttered still holding me in his grip.

"You can say that again." I said as he finally let go. A silence grew amongst the group and I could only guess that they could sense a change between Colby and I. I didn't exactly jump in to his arms as I would've usually done when I got back from work trips that were long than a couple of days. "More shots!" Katrina called nervously sensing the uncomfortable vibe between myself and Colby.

"Fuck yes! Time to get you shit faced brother!" Jake yelled grabbing Colby by the shoulders. His eyes never leaving me as he was being pulled away.

"You ok?" Kat whispered.

"Totally." I smiled as we walked back towards the kitchen where the guys were taking shots.

"Did you guys get one for us?" Kat huffed as Nate turned around with two shots.

"I knew we could count on Nate." Kat smile batting her eyes playfully at Nate.

"Such a gentleman." I flirted standing beside him. I could see Colby gritting his teeth from the corner of my eye. He really hated me flirting with Nate. "You can't fuck any of my friends. Especially Nate. I know he's in to you." I don't know why it bothered him so much. Colby had made it clear he didn't want a relationship with me so I could never understand why it bothered him that Nate was in to me, if he really was.

"Ok. We ready? Happy Birthday Sam!" Colby shouted downing the shot as we all repeated his sentiments before swallowing our own.

"Oh and welcome back!" Colby said winking at me taking a swig straight from the bottle of whiskey.

"Thanks Cole." I smirked. Asshole.

2 hours or so had passed and I had managed to avoid having to talk to Colby again. At least we were being somewhat civil for Sam's sake because neither of us wanted anyone else to know that things were not okay between us. I looked around at the house and yard thinking about all the memories I had here. All my favourites being with Colby. All my worst being with him too. No matter where I went in this house I could tell a story about something we had done. This was where we had first kissed without it being a dare or us being drunk. It was where we had slept together for the first but not for the last time. It was where I realised what I felt for Colby wasn't just lust anymore and that I was falling in love with him. Something we promised we wouldn't let happen. A promise I wasn't able to keep.

I sat on the sunbed by the pool texting on my phone when I felt a body take a seat beside me.

"So are we gonna cut the friendly bullshit now that no ones around?" Colby questioned his blue eyes piercing me with sheer cockiness.

"Gladly." I replied not looking up from my phone.

"Good cause its exhausting." He sighed as I locked my phone getting up from where I was sitting not willing to give him the argument I knew he was looking for.

"Trust me, If it wasn't Sam's birthday I wouldn't waste an ounce of oxygen on you." I stated smugly walking back in to the house and away from him.

"Hey, I've been looking for you." Nate said walking towards me. "I've just been around." I smiled refusing to show any pain or anger.

"Were you with Colby all this time?" He asked with a slight frown pointing towards Colby who was still sitting where I had been, looking directly at us.

"No I haven't really spoken to him all night."

"Are you guys ok? Usually at a party I can't get you away from him." Nate questioned as I looked back at Colby.

"I guess, things change." I admitted shrugging my shoulders. "Do you wanna...." He choked for a second trying to finish his sentence. "Dance with me again? We didn't get to finish the last one?" He asked as I smiled and took his hand and guided him to the floor once more.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as we danced to the beat of the music. He stood nervously until I laughed. "You can put your hands on my waist Nate. I don't bite." He chuckled and slowly placed his hands on me. The floor began filling up as more and more people joined the party. Kat shot me a cheeky grin as she danced with Sam.

"Are you having a good time?" Nate asked as I nodded.

"Of course. Are you?"

"The best." He admitted grinning like an idiot.

"Good." I said hugging him tightly before we went back to dancing. Babydoll by Ari Abdul played through the speakers as I froze... That was our song...the song that was playing the first time Colby and I decided to become more than friends but less than a couple.

"Good you're so fucking beautiful..."He whispered kissing my collarbone as I closed my eyes.

"Colby... I don't want to ruin our friendship. I can't lose you like that." I admitted biting my bottom lip, placing my hands gently on his chest.

"We were never just friends, you have to know that." Colby whispered lightly pressing his lips to mine.

"Hey you ok?" Nate asked waving a hand over my face escaping me from my thoughts.

"Yeah, sorry I just got lost there for a second." I said reassuring him. I closed my eyes trying not to think about what this song had represented. What it had meant to me. Just then I felt someone burning a hole through me from somewhere in the room. I opened my eyes to see Colby staring straight at me leaning against the wall with a bottle of jack in his hand. He gave me a strange smirk and nodded at me never moving his eyes away from me. He couldn't possibly remember this song...could he? Colby didn't think like that. He wasn't sentimental. That wasn't him. Why did I even care? Why did I want to know if he remembered? Why was I still thinking about him when Nate was in front of me? Why hadn't I looked away from Colby yet? What the fuck was I doing?

"Hey ,can I ask.." Oh no.... "Nate I'm sorry. I just need a minute." I said quickly pulling away from him and headed towards the bathroom. I felt a hand reach for me, the cold clad rings were all too familiar on my skin.

"I could be wrong but I think you had more fun with me the last time you heard that song." He did remember...

"Fuck you." I spat.

"That you did." He grinned smugly. I wanted to slap him. I ripped my arm from his grip and slammed the bathroom door shut before I shed any tears in front of him. I took a deep breath as I leaned over the sink. Do not cry. Do not cry. You will not waste any more tears on him. I took a couple of more deep breaths as I got my composure back.

"Fuck this." I cursed looking at myself in the mirror. I had enough of feeling this way, being treated this way by someone I would have once given my all to. This wasn't the Colby I had known for years before we started this toxic relationship. I wasn't who I used to be either and I needed to find her again. My blood was boiling as I exited the bathroom. All I could see was red as I went in search for Colby. It didn't take me long as I walked towards him and the black haired girl he was flirting with. I grabbed his arm and began to pull him away as the girl tried to grab him back. "Wait your turn bitch." She spat as I grinned looking at Colby. "Oh I've been waiting for this for a long time."

She tried to grab my arm but I shot her a killer look. "FUCK. OFF." I warned as she finally walked away defeated. I continued dragging Colby up the stairs and towards his bedroom. I could see Nate frowning at me as he watched Colby and I make our way up the steps. "You know I'm pretty sure your boyfriend saw you pulling me up here. I don't think he's gonna be too happy." Colby teased in my ear as I shoved him hard shutting the door behind me.

"What is your problem!?" I screamed. I knew the music was too loud for anybody to hear me and I couldn't wait any longer.

"What's yours?" He fought back.

"I'm looking at him."

"I love it when you're feisty." Colby grinned trying to cup my face, the smell of alcohol lingered on his breath as I slapped his hand away.

"Don't. Don't you dare touch me."

"You never complained before."

"This is all just a game to you isn't it? You just get off on hurting people."

"You used to get off on me hurting you too." He teased moving boldly closer towards me.

"How fucked up must I have been?" I admitted standing my ground. I sensed he could see the seriousness in my eyes because he took a step backwards.

"Why are you here?" He questioned as I raised an eyebrow. "Because it's Sam's..."

"No. Why are you here with me...right now?" He challenged folding his arms.

"Because you've treated me like shit for too long and I'm over it."

"And you had to drag me all the way to my bedroom to tell me that?"

"I'm not going to fight with you down there and ruin Sam's night. Unlike you I actually take other people in to consideration."

"You sure it wasn't to get me away from the girl downstairs?" Colby quizzed as I scoffed. "I'd be doing her a favour."

"You never could hide your jealousy."

"And what about you huh? Like you haven't been watching me all night with Nate." I teased as his face changed.

"If that's what you need to believe to make yourself feel better then by all means..." He replied trying to act unbothered but I knew Colby better than that. His whole demeanour changed at the mention of Nate's name.

"It still gets to you doesn't it? That I could have him in a heartbeat."

"You don't want Nate. You never did." Colby stated confidently.

"How would you know what I want?"

"If you wanted Nate you'd be downstairs with him. But here you are in my bedroom with me." He grinned.

"You're so cocky. It's sickening."

"I always thought that was one of the things you loved about me?"

"I don't love anything about you. I can't even stand being around you anymore."

"Oh so that's why you've been lying about being in New York still when you actually got home almost two weeks ago. Because of me?" I paused for a slight second wondering how he knew I had been home. I knew Kat would never tell him and she was the only one I had told. Then it hit me. Colby knew the producer of the music video I had appeared in. That's how he knew I was home and more importantly that's how he got his hands on the music video before it was officially released.

"You know what? You're right. You are the reason and what makes me sick is that you look almost proud of the fact that you pushed me so far away. You were my best friend!" I yelled. I didn't care anymore. I needed to let it out. The hurt, the frustration..."I made such a mistake in thinking sleeping with you wouldn't change anything between us. I thought I was strong enough to just hook up with you and not feel anything."

"I always told you I didn't want a relationship."

"Yeah you did. But you also made it impossible for me to be with anyone else. Every time I tried to walk away you let me believe that we could be more and I fell for it every single time."

"I'm sorry that I didn't feel that way about you." Colby mumbled looking to the floor as I couldn't hold back a laugh.

"You know, I really believed you didn't feel anything for me. You did such a good job pushing me away, saying all the right things to hurt me and boy did you hurt me." I paused for a moment. "But I see how you look at me or how you don't look at me, like right now. Because a part of you knows that you feel something for me and it terrifies you." I said confidently.

"You think you've got it all figured out huh? You don't know anything! I don't feel anything for you and I never did. You were just a good fuck...helped pass the time." Colby shrugged but I knew him better than that. Everything was starting to make sense now.

"That why you haven't been with anyone else since I left? Because they weren't as good a fuck as I was? Or was it just the fact that they actually weren't me Colby?" I asked finally letting his name escape my lips. His blue eyes widened as he pushed his body against mine. "You really think you're that fucking special?" I swallowed hard pushing my body right back on his, never taking my eyes off of his.

"Special enough for you to jerk off watching a video of me instead of just fucking someone else." I whispered as Colby stood in silence tensing his body.

"Yeah, I know things too Colby. So go ahead, down a few more glasses of jack and maybe you'll get drunk enough to find a girl who resembles me just a little bit because I promise you that is as close as you'll ever get to me again." I stated pushing him away and grabbing the door knob when I felt him grab my hand.

"You really must hate me." He muttered as I pulled my hand away. Why did his touch still set my skin on fire? I opened the door and leaned my head against the side looking at him one final time.

"No Colby, I just hate myself for still loving you" I admitted my eyes welling up with tears as I finally turned away from him and the toxic relationship that had cost me a friendship which had meant more to me than anything. 

I walked down the stairs in what felt like slow motion steps looking up when I heard my name being called.

"I was about to send a search party for you." Nate smiled taking my hand and guiding me down the last few steps of the stairs. I smiled at the boy standing before me wondering why I had always chosen Colby over him.

"Aww were you worried about me?" I teased wrapping my arms around his neck but I could sense a hesitation in his body language.

"I saw you go upstairs with Colby and I just assumed you guys were...hooking up." Nate frowned rubbing the back of his head.

"We weren't hooking up. We just needed to talk about some stuff." I reassured him with a smile.

Suddenly there was a loud crash upstairs in what sounded like a mirror smashing in to a thousand pieces.

"What the hell was that?" Sam shouted from the hallway as he began to run for the stairs. "Colby what the fuck happened dude?" I heard Sam yell from the top of the stairs. "Woah woah!" Sam yelled as Colby pushed his way down the stairs. I could see blood dripping from Colby's hand and it was all but confirmed that he had punched the mirror upstairs.

"Colby, you ok man?" Nate asked concerned as Colby paused to look directly at me. I said nothing. "Colby, what happened bro?" Nate spoke again as Colby finally broke his gaze from mine. "Like you give a shit "bro"." Colby spat heading for the front door and slamming it behind him. Sam stood in shock as Kat put her arm around him. "I should go after him." Sam spoke clearly upset by the sudden situation. "Babe, maybe leave him be for a while huh?" Kat suggested but Jake headed for the door and began to follow him ignoring everyone else.

"You wanna go after him?" Nate asked as I was still looking at the door. I was holding every inch of my body back from going with Jake to find Colby.

"N...no. I don't."

"I'm assuming the stuff you had to talk about didn't go so well?" Nate questioned as I frowned.

"No. Not really. But he's not my problem Nate. I'm right where I want to be." I said smiling at Nate who lifted my arms from around his neck and pulled away. I frowned seeing the look that was now firmly across his face.

"I can't."

"Can't what?" I asked as he shook his head.

"Can't be here, can't be with you." He said placing his hands on his head.

"Why not?"

"Because whatever is going on between you and Colby is way too complicated for me to get involved in."

"There's nothing going on between me and Colby!"

"I really want to believe that."

"Then believe it. Nate you know I like you."

"And you know I like you too. Christ! I've wanted you to like me for so long, to look at me the way you looked at Colby."

"But you're not Colby!" I smiled trying to cup his face.

"Exactly! And I never will be." He yelled letting out a sigh. Just then the door opened and Jake walked in with Colby in tow. Nate shook his head and laughed catching Colby's eyes move straight towards me again. He grabbed my hand and kissed it before he reached for his jacket and headed towards the open front door. He stood beside Colby and smiled pointing at me.

"You're his girl. Always have been. Always will be." He said as Colby and I looked at each other. "Maybe it's time you both just admit that your feelings for each other go way past hatred, friendship or fucking. Just figure it out before it completely fucks you both up." Nate said exiting the house as we stood in utter silence.

"I knew they were screwing!" Jake yelled excitedly breaking the silence between Colby and I as the rest of the trap house family remained in complete shock.

Looks like I was just as messed up as Colby after all.

#colby brock #sam and colby #colby brock one shot #xplr #colby brock fanfic #colby brock x reader

[tashacee]

I think I already sent this but idk, tumblr glitchy sometimes lol

Anyway, I can’t find the post where this idea first appeared so I’m not trying to take credit. Basically the person said something like “I think it’d be funny if when the chain was together Wild could still just eat food to recover. So he’s bleeding out and they all are freaking out but then he just starts shoveling 15 apples down his throat and all his injuries start closing up and everything and the chain just looks at him like he gained three heads.”

So I thought a mini scenario would be funny. So they’re all fighting a hoard of monsters, and Wild has a bunch of cuts and bruises and whatnot but he’s still fighting. All of a sudden Twilight is about to get impaled so Wild jumps in front of him (self sacrificing idiot lol). He goes down bleeding out profusely as Twilight screams and cries thinking he’s about to die on him.

“Nonononono! You can’t die on me!!”

“Twi-“

“Shhh! Y-you’ll be ok! Don’t use your energy. It-it’s fine! I have a potion!”

Twilight dumps his whole pack on the ground and grabs a red potion. He uncorks it and tries to give it to Wild, but he pushes it away.

“Don’t…need…”

Twilight is absolutely panicking thinking Wild is slipping mentally.

“Wild, you have to! It’s the only solution. I don’t have a fairy!”

Hyrule has also seen what’s going on and has sprinted over to try and heal him but Wild grips his hands and tries pushing them away too.

“St-“ coughs up blood “Stop Hyrule…slate…”

Twilight and Hyrule are looking at each other through their tears, confused.

“Wild, we have a red potion right here. You don’t need your slate.”

“Y-yes…I do!” Knowing they won’t just give it he says “Have…fairy!”

Which isn’t a lie. He does, he just doesn’t plan on using it. So finally Twilight reaches for Wild’s slate and hands it to him. Wild swipes quickly through his slate and just keeps clicking on apples with one hand while shoving them down his throat with the other hand. During this process everyone has come over and all are crying thinking he’s gonna die soon. After like 10 apples they start seeing changes: his cuts and bruises are fading and his huge stab wound is closing. After another 10 he’s completely healed. After he finishes they all look at him like “WHAT THE HECK JUST HAPPENED?!” There’s still one monsters left that they neglected for Wild and so he gets up, kills it like normal, and walks back over to everyone, who are all still just staring at where he just was laying on the ground bleeding out, frozen in place.

“Uh…guys…? I’m over here…hello…? I killed the last monster by the way.” Wild tries to get their attention but they won’t move an inch. Eventually he gives up and goes to start dinner. He makes everything like normal but at the end he says with a smirk, “Alright, so I’ll take it that y’all want a whole jar of Goron spice too?”

That snaps everyone out of their stupor and they all jump up and scream a “Nooo!” Unanimously.

The end.

Though they definitely have questions at dinner.😂

this is perfect. No notes. Fabulous. I have nothing more i can add to this cause it's WONDERFUL

#it me #replies

[bokettochild]

I can’t find the post where this idea first appeared so I’m not trying to take credit. Basically the person said something like “I think it’d be funny if when the chain was together Wild could still just eat food to recover. So he’s bleeding out and they all are freaking out but then he just starts shoveling 15 apples down his throat and all his injuries start closing up and everything and the chain just looks at him like he gained three heads.”

So I thought a mini scenario would be funny. So they’re all fighting a hoard of monsters, and Wild has a bunch of cuts and bruises and whatnot but he’s still fighting. All of a sudden Twilight is about to get impaled so Wild jumps in front of him (self sacrificing idiot lol). He goes down bleeding out profusely as Twilight screams and cries thinking he’s about to die on him.

“Nonononono! You can’t die on me!!”

“Twi-“

“Shhh! Y-you’ll be ok! Don’t use your energy. It-it’s fine! I have a potion!”

Twilight dumps his whole pack on the ground and grabs a red potion. He uncorks it and tries to give it to Wild, but he pushes it away.

“Don’t…need…”

Twilight is absolutely panicking thinking Wild is slipping mentally.

“Wild, you have to! It’s the only solution. I don’t have a fairy!”

Hyrule has also seen what’s going on and has sprinted over to try and heal him but Wild grips his hands and tries pushing them away too.

“St-“ coughs up blood “Stop Hyrule…slate…”

Twilight and Hyrule are looking at each other through their tears, confused.

“Wild, we have a red potion right here. You don’t need your slate.”

“Y-yes…I do!” Knowing they won’t just give it he says “Have…fairy!”

Which isn’t a lie. He does, he just doesn’t plan on using it. So finally Twilight reaches for Wild’s slate and hands it to him. Wild swipes quickly through his slate and just keeps clicking on apples with one hand while shoving them down his throat with the other hand. During this process everyone has come over and all are crying thinking he’s gonna die soon. After like 10 apples they start seeing changes: his cuts and bruises are fading and his huge stab wound is closing. After another 10 he’s completely healed. After he finishes they all look at him like “WHAT THE HECK JUST HAPPENED?!” There’s still one monsters left that they neglected for Wild and so he gets up, kills it like normal, and walks back over to everyone, who are all still just staring at where he just was laying on the ground bleeding out, frozen in place.

“Uh…guys…? I’m over here…hello…? I killed the last monster by the way.” Wild tries to get their attention but they won’t move an inch. Eventually he gives up and goes to start dinner. He makes everything like normal but at the end he says with a smirk, “Alright, so I’ll take it that y’all want a whole jar of Goron spice too?”

That snaps everyone out of their stupor and they all jump up and scream a “Nooo!” Unanimously.

The end.

Though they definitely have questions at dinner.😂

LOL

Yeah, Wild using food to recover is...nuts. Like, Twilight knows that foods can help improve your health and Sky knows some can even boost your health, but healing? I think only Legend and his magic apple trees knew about that one, and only to a certain extent LOL

#i like to hc that legend's apples actually get used #through hyrule #to plant new trees #because of their healing qualities #and that's why the trees by wild's time #produce apples that heal in small amounts #because i like to tie games together in little ways #asks and answers #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu wild

[newkatzkafe2023]

@lara-legomonkiekid

What if Y/N was like Jax from tadc!

(Lmk Wukong) Wukong thought that he was the king of pranks That was untill he met you. Your a rather Unusual looking rabbit demon. You're smiling constantly and you at wearing pink overalls. Not to mention it seems you are have very full curves. Look relatively harmless until Showed everyone that you're not. He was the main target of your pranks. Whether it be the candy apple that was actually an onion trick or the cookies filled with toothpaste, He was not pleased with what you do. And the final straw was that you once put a family of spiders in mk's bed. Then he went to confront you and before he could scold you. For your actions, you were like it's about time You came to see me. I was wondering win the king was gonna give little me some attention. Ok now Wukong is perplexed You mean to tell him that the reason you are doing? All this is because you want his attention. You couldn't just went up and talked to him. You finally responded with well. Where's the fun in that. This is the beginning of a rather interesting relationship.

(NR Wukong) Okay would you believe me if I said this all started with a bowling ball. You were over hear dropping balling balls on random demons and unfortunately that ended up being him. You quickly saw that that was the monkey king himself and boy did you run Like your life depended on it. The next day this dude somehow found you, He demanded to know why you hit him with a bowling ball effort. She was trying gonna play dumb to it. But it looks like he means business so you just told them that He wasn't your target. The exchange gets heated and he finally says that I hope You know that this means war. Oh he came to challenge you to a prank war Game on hot old man monkey.

(MK Reborn Wukong) You are the bain of this monkey's existence. This rabbit demon has been messing with him and his group for weeks. Fun fact you once Wrote the word nerd On master tang forehead. You put spicy peppers in pigsy's soup and feed a lemon to fruity. Yeah you are freaking menace and your relationship was a lot like tom and jerry. This man was always yelling and trying to fight you. But you would always quickly escape with your infinite stamina. This goes on for far too long to the point where master Tang decided, To just bring you along the journey to enlightenment and You told him that the only reason you're accepting is because of the hot Angry monkey who always tried to chase you. The look on his face was priceless

(HIB Wukong) You make this man so tired you are just to full of energy for him. And he tends to brush off your pranks. As little inconveniences which annoys you alot. You guys me On his travels to Hun Dun. You of course was flirting with him a little bit before offering your hand To introduce yourself with he did want to shake it he got shocked. You explained to him that you picked up static before making contact with him. He already knows that this is going to be a long day

(Netflix Wukong) Oh how you have made the world's most hilarious enemy. This guy would engage with a prank war with you with no problem. Weeks of onslaught pranks on each other, while sometimes getting people caught in the crossfire was quite thrilling. You guys decided to take a break and actually Talk to each other and found that. You guys have a lot more in common than you think. Not to mention he's quite cute to you. I guess you can always see what this adventure would take you two.

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#monkey king netflix #monkey king reborn #monkey king x reader #lmk monkey king #nezha reborn #x female y/n #monkey king hero is back #the amazing digital circus #tadc jax

[writingforatwistedworld]

Hi! Do you remember the ask where the player got into twst, saw vil/mal/azul and went "yoink! U R mine now"? I was wondering if you could write this scenario but for Lilia/Riddle/Epel (our short Kings hehe!) love you and your work, remember to drink your water!

Bean

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, obsessive behavior, obsession, stalking, murder, insecurities, poison, Lilia being... weird

Riddle Rosehearts/Epel Felmier/Lilia Vanrouge-”You are mine.”

You aren't carrying him like a sack of potatoes

No, rather like a plank (that's how stiff he has become)

No one, and I repeat, no one has ever dared to do this kind of thing to him before

But then you were like “Oh lemme take this little person with me!”

Riddle doesn't dare to say something against this

You are the highest instance of power in the Queendom of roses after all

Inside he is swooning... which he questions himself

First of all, since when are his muscles so trained that he can hold his body like this for five minutes straight??!

Second of all, huh?

He hears “Can you feel the love?” in his mind whilst questioning if he lost his mind

This shouldn't feel so good!

Oh finally, you set him down!

But dear monarch... oh...

He belongs to you?

Did he just hear that right?

The is kneeling and swearing you everlasting loyalty

He will make sure that every traitor will lose their head after this... and I'm not talking about his unique magic

Epels pride is already wounded enough from his height

And then perfection themselves just picks him up like a sack of apples

Epel is just wants to disappear... no??!

He likes it??!

Who is this and where is the real Epel??!

For some reason this feels soothing beyond imagination

The situation is weird in itself

You pop up and just take him with you

Never met him in person before as well...

At least they can't use you for abduction

Not that anyone would dare to do that!

They would rather sue Epel for being an annoyance and “stealing” your attention

And then, the magic words!

He doesn't even realize that you already set him down on the couch in Ramshackle

If you didn't know any better you would think that he ate Snow Whites Apple and is now in some weird state where he can just stare motionless into the air

Maybe you should give him a kiss? It saved Snow White as well after all...

When you approached him and your motions told him what you were about to do he already jumped over your shoulder

Now, Lilia can be a creep (*sigh* he is one in the Self-aware au if I'm being honest...)

Him holding on tightly to the clothing covering your back, burying his face into into it? Yeah he just doesn't want to fall of...

Did you really think it would be this innocent?

He is freaking smelling your goddamn scent the entire time like a dehydrated person finding water for the first time in a long while in a desert

Lilia is in heaven

He is surrounded by you fully!

Your arms around his legs... his chest against your back!

I'm not going into more detail for obvious reasons

So you suddenly put him down in that dusty dorm

That place more than just dusty but ok Lilia, whatever floats your boat...

Lilia asks himself if he finally experiences something like “aging”

Did he just hear something weird because of declining hearing?

No, you really said it

He belongs to you!

Reader run!!!

You won't be alone for a second after this

Not that you were before but at least you now actually see your stalker companion

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #self aware au #yandere riddle #yandere riddle rosehearts #yandere riddle x reader #yandere epel #yandere epel x reader #yandere epel felmier #yandere lilia #yandere lilia x reader #yandere lilia vanrouge #tw: yandere #tw: obsessive behavior #tw: obsession #tw: stalking #tw: murder #tw: insecurities #tw: poison

[luimagines]

I can’t find the post where this idea first appeared so I’m not trying to take credit. Basically the person said something like “I think it’d be funny if when the chain was together Wild could still just eat food to recover. So he’s bleeding out and they all are freaking out but then he just starts shoveling 15 apples down his throat and all his injuries start closing up and everything and the chain just looks at him like he gained three heads.”

So I thought a mini scenario would be funny. So they’re all fighting a hoard of monsters, and Wild has a bunch of cuts and bruises and whatnot but he’s still fighting. All of a sudden Twilight is about to get impaled so Wild jumps in front of him (self sacrificing idiot lol). He goes down bleeding out profusely as Twilight screams and cries thinking he’s about to die on him.

“Nonononono! You can’t die on me!!”

“Twi-“

“Shhh! Y-you’ll be ok! Don’t use your energy. It-it’s fine! I have a potion!”

Twilight dumps his whole pack on the ground and grabs a red potion. He uncorks it and tries to give it to Wild, but he pushes it away.

“Don’t…need…”

Twilight is absolutely panicking thinking Wild is slipping mentally.

“Wild, you have to! It’s the only solution. I don’t have a fairy!”

Hyrule has also seen what’s going on and has sprinted over to try and heal him but Wild grips his hands and tries pushing them away too.

“St-“ coughs up blood “Stop Hyrule…slate…”

Twilight and Hyrule are looking at each other through their tears, confused.

“Wild, we have a red potion right here. You don’t need your slate.”

“Y-yes…I do!” Knowing they won’t just give it he says “Have…fairy!”

Which isn’t a lie. He does, he just doesn’t plan on using it. So finally Twilight reaches for Wild’s slate and hands it to him. Wild swipes quickly through his slate and just keeps clicking on apples with one hand while shoving them down his throat with the other hand. During this process everyone has come over and all are crying thinking he’s gonna die soon. After like 10 apples they start seeing changes: his cuts and bruises are fading and his huge stab wound is closing. After another 10 he’s completely healed. After he finishes they all look at him like “WHAT THE HECK JUST HAPPENED?!” There’s still one monsters left that they neglected for Wild and so he gets up, kills it like normal, and walks back over to everyone, who are all still just staring at where he just was laying on the ground bleeding out, frozen in place.

“Uh…guys…? I’m over here…hello…? I killed the last monster by the way.” Wild tries to get their attention but they won’t move an inch. Eventually he gives up and goes to start dinner. He makes everything like normal but at the end he says with a smirk, “Alright, so I’ll take it that y’all want a whole jar of Goron spice too?”

That snaps everyone out of their stupor and they all jump up and scream a “Nooo!” Unanimously.

The end.

Though they definitely have questions at dinner.😂

Goron Spice is the ultimate ice breaker. XD

It's probably hot enough to melt the ice by just touching so it works out just fine.

Alternatively, Wild is trying to shove apples down his throat and the boys start panicking over that instead because he is bleeding profusely! Is he even chewing!? Wild, no-! Slow down! Don't choke!!!!

After like three apples he stops bleeding and can finally sit up straight. He looks around, suddenly looking much more coherent. "I'm good, just lemme keep eating."

".... Wild, what the f-?!"

#pinky replies #anon stories

[parmawiolets]

Fruit Salad

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: Eddie Munson's ex-not-quite-girlfriend Hannah Newby is pregnant. But it's not his. And she won't say whose it is. Very slow burn. Exes to friends to (eventual) lovers.

A/N: This is my first ever fic! Thank you so so so much to @shybunnie20 for being absolutely wonderful and helping me so much. Definitely go check out her work, she's amazing.

Contents: No upside down. Pregnancy. Reader is called Hannah because I didn't want to use Y/N but no physical description of reader (so maybe an OC? I don't know). Bob is her dad, because I love him. The Byers are still in Hawkins because I love them too.

Word count: 6.3K

Next chapter

Chapter 1: Apple

Eddie finds out Hannah is pregnant and decides he wants to help.

September 1st, 1985 - 15 weeks pregnant

—

"She's WHAT!?"

Eddie smacks the cafeteria table as his front chair legs hit the floor from where he's been rocking back on it, not paying any attention to his friends until he heard that.

"Pregnant," Gareth repeats. "Hannah Newby's pregnant."

"Hey, didn't you two-" Jeff is cut off by the screech of chair legs across the floor as Eddie scrambles away and out the door.

The boys left behind look at each other; wide eyed and grimacing.

—

Five minutes later, Eddie is sweet talking Mrs Jennings in the school office. He can be really charming if he wants to be. Sometimes.

His uncle Wayne has always told him that office administrators are the ones with the real power. They can be your best friend, or they can make your life incredibly difficult. Keep them on side.

It's the first day of the new school year - Eddie's third attempt at graduating. Eddie still knew Hannah's schedule from last year, but that didn't help him now. He didn’t even know where her locker would be.

"Now, you let me know if you want me to take another look at your car sometime. Can't have my favourite person at this school breaking down on the way here! This place would fall apart without you." Eddie leans on the desk with a winning, dimple-filled smile.

"Oh, you are still such a nice boy, Eddie Munson." Mrs Jennings reaches out and pinches his cheek.

"Psh," Eddie waves her off bashfully. "Only to you, Mrs Jennings."

She tuts playfully at him and slides some papers across the desk. "Here you go, but remember, don't go telling anyone where you got that."

Eddie grabs it and clutches it to his chest. "Our little secret." He whispers and gives her a wink before he saunters away.

As soon as he’s out of sight, Eddie frantically scans the paper, and rushes off down the hallway. He rounds a corner and bounces off Connor Cunningham amongst a gaggle of jocks, all dressed in their green-sleeved jackets.

“Woah there.” Connor catches Eddie before he topples backwards. He is by far the nicest of the basketball team; meaning he doesn’t contribute to any of the bullying, just watches it happen.

Jason steps up and grips Eddie by the collar, shoving him away. “Watch it, freak!”

Eddie stumbles around them and carries on running down the corridor.

—

"No way! I didn't think it was really true!"

"She doesn't look pregnant. Are you sure she didn't just put on weight?"

"Does anyone know whose it is yet?"

Jules stands like a guard dog next to Hannah digging through her locker. She glares at everyone walking past who is whispering and gawking. Jules isn’t naturally intimidating, but maybe it’s someone usually so relaxed seeming so hostile that sends people scurrying along. 

She takes a moment to survey her best friend. Jules wants to know how Hannah is feeling, but knows her well enough to know she won’t say if asked. Ten years of friendship means that Jules is generally pretty attuned to Hannah’s emotions even when she tries to mask them. But right now, she’s shoved them so far down, Jules can’t tell what’s going on in her head.

Just as Jules is about to ask, she sees Eddie Munson hurrying towards them over Hannah’s shoulder. She coughs, “Incoming.” Nodding towards him. “You gonna be ok?”

Hannah nods and flashes her a tight smile. 

Jules hesitates; she wants to comfort Hannah in some way, but knows that anything she tries right now will just overwhelm her. Instead, she attempts a smile in return and walks away in the opposite direction to Eddie. 

Hannah takes a steadying breath and closes her locker door just as Eddie comes up beside her, shoulders tense and eyes wide with panic.

"It's not yours, Eddie." She glances up at him. "You can unclench."

"Oh," he sags and leans back against the wall of lockers, then perks straight back up again. "Are you sure? How far along are you?"

"Nearly 4 months. Fifteen weeks. Doctor says it's the size of an apple.” Hannah shakes her head. “I was already pregnant when we started hooking up." She ducks her head and focuses on her fingers fidgeting with a battered book spine. "I didn't know. I'm sorry." 

Still refusing to look at him, Hannah walks around Eddie. He stares at the spot she was standing for a moment before moving in front of her again.

"Wait, is this why you dumped me?"

Hannah stares at him incredulously; "I didn't- We weren't-" She sighs. "Yes, Eddie. This is why I stopped hanging out with you."

Eddie looks at her, studying her face for a moment. Her figure and her face are maybe a little fuller, the only visual indication he can see of her pregnancy. He thinks she looks as beautiful as ever, but stressed and tired. The usual crinkle between her brows seems almost fixed in place.

"You've got history now, right?" Eddie swoops in and snatches the books from her arms, grinning at her. "Come on." He cocks his head down the hall and starts walking backwards away from her.

"Wha- what are you- Eddie, give me those!"

"Nuh-uh! You can't be carrying things when you're pregnant!" 

"HEAVY things Eddie! I'm sure I'm fine carrying two books!" 

"Best not to risk it. Come on!"

—

"How long do you think until she doesn’t even fit in the seat?"

"It's Munson's, right? It's got to be. They were all over each other at the end of last year."

"My mom warned me not to be friends with her."

Hannah sits through her history class staring straight ahead, determinedly ignoring her classmates and counting down the minutes to the end. The only saving grace is Mr Wilson. He has always been Hannah’s favourite teacher: stern, but kind, with a wicked sense of humour he'll share with you if he likes you. Mr Wilson seems to realise that Hannah isn’t entirely present, but thankfully decides to leave her be for now.

The lesson finally comes to a close, and the students start gathering their belongings and making their way to the door. Hannah takes her time as she has no desire to be engaged in conversation by any of her fellow classmates. And it’s not like she can outrun them.

“Miss Newby?” Mr Wilson peers over his glasses. “Can I keep you for a moment?”

Mr Wilson is a lanky man in his late 40s and has been teaching his whole adult life. He has seen everything. Not surprised anymore by anything students do. Just sometimes which student did it.

“So,” Mr Wilson starts once they are alone. “Are you ok?”

Hannah’s head shoots up from where she had been eyeballing the floor. “What?”

“I’m guessing this wasn’t what you had planned for your senior year and I know this can’t be easy. People can be shit.” Hannah’s eyebrows raise at her teacher’s profanity. “I just want you to know that you can come to me if you need anything. I mean it. Academic or otherwise. I will help you.”

Hannah blinks. "Thank you." 

"Go on." He nods towards the door with a friendly smile. "Get."

As Hannah leaves the classroom frowning at the floor, she sees a pair of familiar Reeboks approach. Her gaze follows as her books are lifted from her arms again and she's met with the dimples of a smiling Eddie Munson.

"Hi there sweetheart. How was history?"

"Are you seriously not going to let me carry any books the whole time I'm pregnant?" Hannah's frown deepens. Eddie's smile only grows.

"Nope." Popping the p. "Art next, yeah?" 

Hannah squints at him, but follows down the hallway with a huff. "What, have you been buttering up Mrs Jennings again?"

"Sorry, can't reveal my sources."

"Well that means yes."

"I am sworn to secrecy! You will never get it out of me!" 

Eddie looks over at Hannah with a dazzling grin. She's still frowning, but there's a little sparkle in her eyes. Eddie thinks he would do just about anything to see that sparkle. 

That's how it goes for the rest of the day. Hannah stoically ignores her fellow students during class, then Eddie meets her outside her classroom and carries her few books as he escorts her to the next one. 

When Hannah exits her penultimate lesson of the day and she is greeted yet again by Eddie Munson's doe eyes, she finally asks what's been bugging her all day: "How are you even doing this? How do you get to my classrooms so quickly from yours?"

Eddie leans in conspiratorially. "That's for me to know, and you to figure out, sweetheart."

She narrows her eyes and points a finger in his face, making him recoil slightly; bemused. "Give me time."

Eddie lets out a booming laugh at that, and follows Hannah to her locker.

Eddie leans against the locker next to Hannah's. "How do you know it's an apple?"

"Hm?” Hannah is struggling with a giant sketchbook.

"This morning you said the baby is the size of an apple. How do you know?" Eddie guides Hannah out of the way and pulls the sketchbook free.

"The doctor gave me this chart that tells you the size of the baby each week and it has comparative fruits on it. This week it's an apple." Hannah shrugs. "Next week it's an avocado."

"Is that a fruit?" Eddie scrunches his face, puzzled.

Hannah shrugs again and starts towards her classroom. Eddie bounds after her.

"Hey,” Eddie nudges her shoulder with his. “You'll never guess what Jeff did." 

"What?" Hannah is watching him out of the corner of her eye, careful to keep her expression blank at his antics.

"Don't ask why. Maybe he had an itch, maybe he was just curious, who knows. But he stuck the end of his pencil up his nose, and when he took it out, the eraser got left behind!"

"Ew." Hannah wrinkles her nose.

"I know! But it gets worse."

"How?!" Hannah finally turns to him as they come to a stop outside their destination.

"He sneezed and it shot out.” Eddie cackles. “Hit Carver in the back of the head!"

Hannah snorts, then smacks her hand over her mouth, mortified. She grabs her book out of Eddie's arms then flees through the classroom door, waving over her shoulder without looking back.

Eddie is thrilled. 

"See you after class!" he calls out to her retreating figure, chuckling fondly to himself.

But when Hannah exits her last lesson of the day, Eddie is nowhere to be seen.

Hannah looks up and down the corridor, but still no Eddie. She knows she shouldn’t be disappointed; she shouldn't expect this of him when he doesn’t owe her anything. So she makes her way to her locker and takes out her backpack. 

Just as she is closing the door, Eddie slams up against the lockers next to her, panting.

"Sorry." Deep breath. "Mrs O'Donnell." Wheeze. "She hates me."

"Still? You'd have thought she'd've gotten used to you by now." 

Eddie squints up at her from where he's hunched over. "Rude." 

He heaves himself upright with a groan and grabs the belongings from her hands. Eddie looks her over, and shakes his head. “You know this stuff is supposed to go on the paper, right?” He rubs at some charcoal on Hannah’s cheek with his thumb.

Hannah’s face flushes. “Shut up.” She swats his hand away and buffs her cheek with the heel of her hand.

Eddie grins. He’s delighted at affecting her, but takes pity on her and changes the subject. "Is your dad picking you up or is Jules giving you a ride home?"

"Jules is doing an art thing."

"Already? It's the first day of school, can't the girl take a break?"

Hannah shrugs and starts walking.

"So where are you meeting your dad?" Eddie follows.

"He's working."

"Joyce?"

"They broke up."

"Oh, that’s too bad - wait, I don't understand. How are you planning on getting home?"

"The bus."

Eddie stops. Holding his arm out in front of Hannah to halt her too. She scowls down at his arm in front of her then lifts her gaze to his.

Eddie splutters. "Are you kidding me?! Do you know how disgusting those things are? You're pregnant! Absolutely not. No. Not happening."

"Eddie-"

"No." He turns her to face him and holds her by the shoulders. "There is no way in hell I am letting you get on that germ infested tin can."

She squirms out of his grasp. "As opposed to your germ infested tin can."

"I'm giving you a ride, ok?"

"Eddie-"

"Ok?"

"Ed-"

"Please, Han?"

She looks at him for a moment. Then huffs, rolling her eyes. "Fine."

"Thank you."

—

They're at a stoplight and Eddie is rifling through the glovebox, leaning across the centre console and Hannah's knees with his tongue poking out in concentration. Hannah's gaze travels over his face, chewing her bottom lip as she studies him.

"Aha!" Eddie holds up a cassette tape in triumph, startling Hannah. "Sorry." Eddie immediately looks sheepish.

Hannah tries to get a look at the tape, but Eddie is waving it around too much before he puts it on to play. 

Twangy guitar and a slow, steady drum beat fill the van as Eddie drives away. Hannah's head whips around to stare at Eddie, eyebrows shooting up her forehead before furrowing.

"The Chain?"

"It's your favourite song." Eddie shrugs, stealing a glance at her. Hannah sharply turns back to the windshield, but not before Eddie sees her bite down on the twitching corners of her mouth. Eddie's cheeks hurt, he’s smiling so wide.

Listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise

Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies

Eddie is slamming his palms on the wheel to the beat. He glances over and sees that Hannah's knee is bobbing along too. She doesn't even seem to be conscious of it. Eddie joins in with the next part of the song.

And if you don't love me now

You will never love me again

I can still hear you saying

You would never break the chain

"Come on sweetheart, you know you want to!" 

But Hannah turns further away, leaning her elbow on the passenger side window and covering the lower part of her face with her hand. This only encourages Eddie. He belts it out even louder.

And if you don't love me now

You will never love me again

I can still hear you saying

You would never break the chain

"You're a terrible singer, Eddie."

He cackles. "You're a terrible liar, Hannah."

"I think you're confused. It's humility that's a virtue; not wild unapologetic arrogance." She still hasn't turned away from the window.

"Good thing I have no interest in virtuosity." He keeps glancing at her.

"I don't think that's a word." 

"It's definitely a word, sweetheart." 

Eddie thinks Hannah is smiling behind her hand. He can hear it in her voice, even if she won't let him see it.

The chorus is coming up again.

"Come on," Eddie bumps Hannah's bicep gently with a closed fist. "Sing with me."

“Fuck off.”

Eddie runs his hand down her arm until he circles her wrist and tugs gently. He sings along softly this time, even as the music ramps up.

Hannah doesn't turn to face him, but peeks over out of the corner of her eye. She realises her mistake immediately when she sees his face. Those big brown eyes looking at her. Pleading with her.

She lets out a long, drawn out groan. The chorus is going round again. Hannah sings along too this time; much quieter than Eddie.

Eddie pulls up outside Hannah's house and throws the van into park, turning in his seat and pulling her to face him too. They're both shouting out the words this time, Eddie grinning wildly and Hannah's face scrunched.

And if you don't love me now

You will never love me again

I can still hear you saying

You would never break the chain

They're both breathing heavily; faces close, looking at each other as the bass line stretches out and the music starts to build again.

Eddie glances down to her lips. Just for a split second. But Hannah sees, and snaps back; away from him, out of the moment. 

"Thanks for the ride."

"Yeah, of- of course."

"Bye, Eddie." She's already out of the van and closing the door, giving him a small wave.

"Bye." But the door is already shut. And Hannah is already halfway up the path. 

"Shit. Wait!" Eddie kills the ignition, cutting off the music. He fumbles with his door and practically falls out of his van, scrambling to get to her.

"Nice landing."

Eddie's head shoots up. Hannah is standing by her open front door, but she is waiting.

"It's all about the recovery, sweetheart." 

"And when does that happen?" 

"Oof! Hit me where it hurts, Han!" He clutches at his heart. She rolls her eyes. There's that sparkle again.

But it's gone in an instant. As if she's remembered a reason not to.

"You wanted something?"

"Yes. Yeah," he swipes his hands on his jeans. When did they get so sweaty?

"How are you getting to school tomorrow?"

"Jules said she'd pick me up."

"Ok. Good. Great. Just… Please promise me you won't get the bus? I will give you a ride any time. Really. No bus."

An eye roll. "Sure."

"Promise?"

A sigh. "Yes, Eddie. I promise. No bus."

"Thank you."

A pause. "Do you think you could drive me home again tomorrow? Jules said her art thing might be a few days this week."

"Yes! I can do that." Eddie grins at her, and turns back to the van.

"Eddie?" Quieter this time.

"Yeah?"

Hannah furrows her brow and fixates on her feet. "People are going to… think it's yours." She glances up at him. "Don't you mind?"

"Sweetheart, I couldn't give less of a shit what this town thinks of me. Especially if it means I get to spend time with you."

She wrinkles her nose at him. "Gross."

Eddie cackles. "See you tomorrow, sweetheart."

—

Eddie is early to school the next day. He can't remember when he was last on time, let alone early. He sits on top of one of the picnic tables between the parking lot and the front entrance; smoking, legs bouncing. Waiting for Hannah.

Eddie finishes his cigarette and is debating lighting up another one when he sees Jules' car pull into the lot.

"Jules, please just drop it." Hannah slams the car door after her and walks off, only to stop when she locks eyes with Eddie. He gives her a smile and a small wave as he jumps off the table.

"Han, come on. I'm not trying to upset you." Jules catches up to Hannah and grabs her arm to turn her around. "You know I'm just worried."

"Yeah, I get it. You just," Hannah looks around and lowers her voice. "You know you can't say anything."

Jules sighs. "I know." She pulls Hannah into a hug. "I don't like it, but I know."

Hannah melts into the hug for a moment, before wriggling out of it. "Get off me, you loser."

Jules snorts. "Right, sorry. I forgot. Can't have people thinking you're actually a giant teddy bear."

"Fuck off."

Jules laughs and they make their way towards the school. She spots Eddie and nudges Hannah with her shoulder. "Your boy's waiting." 

"Fuck. Off." Hannah scrunches her face and pushes Jules towards the main entrance, walking over to Eddie.

"Love you too, see you later!"

"Yeah, whatever."

Eddie is rocking on his heels with his hands in his pockets, looking bashful. "Hi."

"Hi." Hannah looks at him with a soft, curious expression. "You gonna be my errand boy again today?" 

"Yes. Definitely. Absolutely. Here, let me…" Eddie slides Hannah's bag off her shoulder and hoists it over his own.

"Thanks." 

Hannah seems softer today, like she used to be with him. He loved that about her. Around most people, she was spiky and hard to reach. She often didn't like too much affection; would feel like she was choking on it and push you away. But she appreciated the little things. He could build up to it, make her gooey and pliable. She would melt into him and he would be allowed to shower her with affection, and she would give it right back. 

Hannah is looking at his right hand holding her backpack strap. She reaches up and touches the lone ring there, a small smile flickering on her face.

He's probably pushing his luck, but he wants to try. With the arm hanging by his side, Eddie brushes his hand against hers, watching her face carefully. She doesn't recoil; her small smile solidifies. So Eddie momentarily links his pinky finger with hers and squeezes. 

Hannah squeezes back. 

—

Eddie is waiting opposite Hannah's 4th period biology class. The class is letting out, but he hasn't seen her yet.

"She's not here." 

Eddie startles at Connor Cunningham coming up and talking to him, from a glance he thought it was Jason Carver. It always unnerves Eddie how similar the two jocks look; only Connor’s hazel eyes and strawberry blond distinguishing him from Jason. Both of them the cookie-cutter American teen dream.

"What?"

"Hannah. She's not here. She left like halfway through class. I think she was trying to hide it but it looked like she was crying."

"Shit, really?" Eddie looks around frantically.

"Her stuff is still in there. She spoke to Ms Petrelli before she left, maybe she knows?"

"Yeah, thanks." Eddie calls out, already walking into the classroom. Ms Petrelli, an older woman, is tidying up around her desk when she sees Eddie.

"Mr Munson, can I help you?"

"Hannah. Do you know where she went? I can take her stuff to her." Already making his way to the only desk still with belongings.

"She rushed out of here earlier. Said she needed to go to the nurse. Usually, of course, I don't allow-"

Eddie stops listening. He gathers Hannah's things and races back out into the crowded hallway. Shouting a loud "thanks" back to the teacher.

"Hey, watch it!"

"Ugh, probably running to his baby mama."

"Freak."

"Didn't you hear? Apparently…"

Eddie isn't paying attention to who he bumps into, or what abuse they're hurling at him for doing so. He just needs to know Hannah is ok.

Finally, he stumbles into the nurse's office, chest heaving from his run.

Hannah looks up as the door slams open with wide, teary eyes. "Eddie?"

"Sweetheart," he puts Hannah's books down on a table and crouches down in front of her. "What happened?"

"Nothing, it's stupid." Hannah swipes at her cheeks.

"Hey, if it made you cry, it's not stupid." Eddie wraps a hand around her ankle and strokes his thumb along the bone.

"No, it's definitely stupid. And now I'm crying more because I cried over something stupid."

Eddie's eyes flit back and forth, trying to follow. He shakes his head. "Huh?"

"She's hormonal." The school nurse drones, walking in from an adjoining office, perusing some papers.

"I really hate that word." Hannah scowls at her.

"You're pregnant, and you cried over bunnies. What would you call that, dear?"

"You cried over bunnies?" Eddie's eyebrows are up in his bangs. 

Hannah's scowl turns to him. He holds his hands up in surrender.

“Let me know when you’re ready to go back to class.” The nurse doesn’t look up from her paperwork as she walks back into her office.

Hannah groans and buries her face in her palms. "We were learning about the food chain and Ms Petrelli was using foxes and rabbits as an example. There was a picture in the textbook. It upset me, ok? I'm hormonal, I get it!" Her words are muffled.

“Hey, come on.” Eddie coos, trying to suppress a giggle, he gently pulls at her wrists to claim her hands in his. “What can I do to make this better? What do you need?”

Hannah’s looks at Eddie with glassy eyes, her eyebrows pulled up in the middle as she stutters. “I don’t know.” Tears start to spill over her cheeks.

“Ok, sorry, how about some options?”

Hannah sniffs.

“Food? Sleep? Water? A hug?”

Hannah shifts in her seat, not looking Eddie in the eye. 

Eddie runs his thumbs over her knuckles. “Please tell me, Han.”

“Can you- Please don’t make a big deal of this.”

“Cross my heart.”

“Can you give me a hug?”

Eddie tries not to show how thrilled he is as he stands up, knees clicking. He pulls Hannah into his chest and wraps his arms tight around her.

The pair sway a little on the spot, Eddie laying his cheek on the top of Hannah's head. He smiles as he feels her slowly start to relax.

"Better?"

Hannah hums in response.

"You want to get some food? That's a pregnancy thing, right? Cravings?"

Hannah hums again, her face still buried in Eddie's chest.

"Ok, options… burger, fries, bacon, milkshake-" He feels Hannah perk up in his arms. "Alright then, milkshakes." He smiles down at her warmly.

Eddie reluctantly peels himself away from Hannah, his hands on her shoulders, ducks his head down to hers and grins eagerly. "Let's get out of here." 

Hannah takes a deep breath and smiles shyly in response. "Does Benny still do those Oreo milkshakes?" 

"I don't think they're on the menu anymore, but he likes you. More than he likes me anyway. So he might if you asked." They start walking.

Hannah rolls her eyes. "He likes me more than you because I don't have ketchup fights in his diner." 

"I think you'll find I was on team mustard." Eddie raises his chin haughtily. "And really, he should blame you for leaving us unsupervised."

Hannah gapes at him; indignant. "I was in the bathroom for five minutes! You are not pinning that on me." She gives his shoulder a shove and marches away.

Eddie stops for a moment in the middle of the hallway, watching after her with a dopey expression.

Hannah calls back over her shoulder, “Are you coming or what? You promised milkshakes.”

—

The ride to Benny’s is quiet, Fleetwood Mac playing softly through the speakers again. When they pull up to the diner, Eddie jumps out and rushes around the front of the van to open the passenger side door before Hannah has even gotten her seatbelt off. He holds out a hand for her to take and helps her jump down.

Hannah thanks him. “You know you can listen to your music, right? It’s your van.”

Eddie shrugs. “Babies can hear stuff from out here, can’t they? I figured you’d want to indoctrinate them to Stevie Nicks ASAP.”

Hannah touches her belly and looks down at it, frowning. “I think they might still be too young. I don’t know if they even have ears yet.” Hannah ponders. “But you’re right about starting their musical education early.” She tugs lightly at Eddie’s jacket sleeve. Eddie smiles to himself, he recognises one of her small affections.

They reach the door, and Eddie holds it open for Hannah, bowing deeply as she passes through. Hannah scoffs as she passes but thanks him.

“Hi Benny.”

The diner owner looks up from where he’s standing at the cash register. “Haven’t seen you two in a while. Figured you’d broken up.”

Hannah skids her shoes against the floor; Eddie scratches the back of his neck. The awkward silence stretches out painfully.

“Right…” Benny draws out the word and grins wickedly. He is basking in their discomfort. “What’ll it be?”

Eddie looks at Hannah pointedly. She narrows her eyes at him, but steps forward. “Any chance of two Oreo milkshakes?” She smiles in faux sweetness. 

“Those aren’t on the menu anymore.”

“I know, but they were just so good. The best milkshakes ever. Better than any milkshake anyone has ever-”

“Alright, alright. If that’s what it takes to shut you up.” Benny frowns at Hannah, but there’s warmth behind it. “Anything else?”

Hannah thinks for a moment, swaying her head from side to side. “Onion rings, please. Oh, and cheese fries. And some bacon. Please.” Hannah looks embarrassed as she looks to Eddie, but he winks at her; pleased that she’s letting go a little.

“Cheeseburger and fries please, Benny.”

Benny shoos them away to a booth where they sit opposite each other. Eddie splays his hands on the table between them and looks up at Hannah. “So I was doing some math earlier.”

Hannah is looking at Eddie’s ringed fingers, trying (and failing) to be discreet about it. One of her hands starts creeping across the table top. “In math class?”

Eddie is trying not to smile; trying not to show that he has noticed her movements. He doesn’t want to spook her. “Uh, no actually. In geography.”

“Oh?” Her hand reaches his and she starts pulling at his rings and twisting them around his fingers.

“You said 4 months, right?”

Hannah stops her fiddling and looks up at Eddie. He winces.

“Um, yeah. Nearly. Fifteen weeks.” She pulls back to her side of the table and tucks her hands under her thighs. 

Eddie curses himself and reaches after her. He didn’t mean to make her retreat again. “Han, I’m sorry, I don’t want to talk about anything you’re not comfortable with. We can talk about something else.”

“No,” Hannah shakes her head. “I’m not uncomfortable. It’s just…” she exhales and grimaces. “I’m not exactly happy about this whole thing, you know.”

Eddie makes a sympathetic noise, then leans back in his seat as Benny arrives with a tray full of food and milkshakes. Hannah brightens up immediately; her eyes shining.

Benny distributes the food on the table with a grunt and walks back to his position in the kitchen.

Hannah springs forward the second he leaves and grabs her milkshake. Her eyes roll back as she slurps through the straw.

Eddie beams and grabs his own. Giving Benny a thumbs up as he drinks.

Hannah hums happily as she digs into her various plates; wiggling in her seat slightly. Eddie watches her fondly. He knows she doesn’t always like showing how she feels; being vulnerable. But he wants her to feel safe with him and open up, like she did before.

Hannah pauses her munching, her eyes flitting from fries to milkshake. She picks up a fry, dunks it in her milkshake, and quickly shoves it in her mouth. Eddie chokes on his own food as Hannah lets out a loud moan. 

“Oh my god, you have to try this.” She dunks another fry and holds it out for Eddie, waving it in his face when he doesn’t move.

“Uhh, I’m alright sweetheart. You have it.”

Hannah shrugs and pops it in her own mouth. “Your loss.”

“So have you had much of that? Weird food cravings?”

“I don’t think I’ve really had any.” Hannah picks up an onion ring this time, and gleefully dunks and eats it. “Mmpf. You sure you don’t want to try this?” 

“I’m sure, thanks though.” Eddie hides his smirk behind his burger.

Eddie takes a large bite, and talks through his chewing, “What about nausea? Morning sickness. That’s a thing, right?”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, you pig.” Hannah throws a cheesy fry at him. Eddie jumps to try and catch it in his mouth, but misses. Hannah stifles a snort. "Yeah I had some morning sickness, but that stopped a few weeks ago thankfully. I had a lot of heartburn too, that's-"

"You're going to have a hairy baby." Eddie mumbles through his mouthful again.

Hannah stops. A milkshake coated onion ring halfway to her mouth. "Excuse me?"

Eddie swallows thickly. He doesn't know if the lump in his throat is from the burger or the way Hannah is looking at him like he's lost his mind. He rushes through his explanation: "You remember Nanny Pat? The nice old lady a few trailers down from me. Well, her daughter is pregnant too. Every time now, when I take over her weekly shop, she'll tell me all about how excited she is to be a real grandmother and tell me how the pregnancy is going. She said that her daughter had loads of heartburn, so that means her baby is going to have loads of hair!"

Hannah hasn't moved. Melted milkshake is running down her thumb. "You do her shopping every week?" 

Eddie flushes, bright pink. "No." He scoffs.

A blinding smile spreads across Hannah's face and a short laugh bursts free. Eddie is awestruck. 

Hannah scoops up the milkshake on her hand with her other index finger. She leans over the table and boops his nose, smearing it on the tip. "You big softie!" She stage-whispers, sitting back with a giggle. Eddie splutters and swipes at his nose with the back of his hand.

"Anyway," she guzzles her milkshake, trying to fight back her smile. "I don't think that's true. How would that work?" She mulls it over, finally putting the onion ring in her mouth. "I don't think those two bits of you are even connected." 

"I dunno. You're talking to Hawkins' resident super super senior, so…." He shrugs.

Hannah throws another fry at Eddie and it hits him in the face. He looks at her, affronted. She glares back. "You're not stupid, Eddie."

"Mrs O'Donnell would disagree with you, sweetheart."

"Yeah, well she's an asshole."

He snorts. "You're not wrong." 

Eddie stirs his milkshake with the straw; staring. Wondering how to ask his real questions. Whose baby is it? Why aren't they here looking after her? Will she let Eddie look after her? Or at least try?

He looks up at Hannah. She seems to be just as stuck in her own head, her gaze burning a hole in her cheese fries. She seems so totally lost in thought that Eddie is startled when she speaks softly.

"You don't have to do this, you know." Hannah sighs and fiddles with her plate, but still doesn't look up. "You don't… It's not yours. You don't owe me anything." 

"I'm here because I want to be."

"But, why?" She finally looks up at him. "Doesn't it bother you that I got knocked up by someone else? That I was pregnant the whole time we were together?"

Eddie considers his words and speaks carefully. "Han, the only thing that bothers me about all of this, is that whoever it was has left you to deal with it on your own."

Hannah is visibly upset and squirms in her seat. "That's not… That’s not true." She shakes her head. "I have my dad, and Jules."

Eddie's voice is still soft, "That's not what I mean, and you know it." 

"I can't-" Hannah takes a shuddering breath. "Fuck these hormones!" She hisses and presses the heels of her hands to her eyes. "I don't know what you want from me, Eddie."

"Just the pleasure of your company, sweetheart."

"This isn't a fucking joke!" Hannah slaps the table as her voice rings out in the diner, the other patrons give her disapproving looks. She looks sheepish, and continues in a whisper. "I'm scared, Eddie. I have no control over any of this and I don't know what I'm doing." Her eyes are glassy. "I can't- we can't…" 

"Hey, hey, I'm sorry." Eddie reaches out and places his hand on her side of the table. "It was a bad joke, but it's true, Han, I promise." He ducks his head to catch Hannah's eye. "I'm not here to try anything. I'm here because I like spending time with you, regardless of what we are to each other." Eddie smiles at her encouragingly. "I am more than happy to be your friend. And your errand boy." 

Hannah lets out a wet laugh and wipes her eyes. 

A mischievous look comes over Eddie’s face. He shuffles out of the booth and drops to his knees on the floor next to Hannah, holding his hands in a plea in front of him. “Please Han,” Eddie declares, loudly. “Please will you let me be your servant for the next 5 to 6 months?!”

“Oh my god you need to stop!” Hannah jerks away, clambering to the other end of the seat. Eddie crawls up onto the seat after her. “No! No no no! Get away!” She pushes him away with a hand to the face.

“Please? PLEASE, Hannah!” 

“Get the fuck away from me, asshole!”

Eddie throws his head back and cackles, still advancing.

“WHAT do you idiots think you’re doing?!”

Hannah and Eddie freeze at Benny’s booming voice. They scramble to sit on the bench properly; backs straight and eyes wide as they peer over at him as they both mumble, “Sorry Benny.”

Benny curses and slams back into the kitchen, grumbling about “stupid teenagers”.

Hannah stifles a snort and slides down in her seat. Eddie giggles and looks down at her with pure adoration. Hannah shifts slightly and nudges her head against his bicep. His heart leaps at the small show of intimacy. He decides right then: He can wait for her.

Next chapter

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #eddie munson x oc #eddie x reader

[skyloftian-nutcase]

So Idr if I already sent this to u or not bc I’ve just been sending this to multiple LU fans thinking this funny, so if I did sorry and feel free to ignore lol.

I can’t find the post where this idea first appeared so I’m not trying to take credit. Basically the person said something like “I think it’d be funny if when the chain was together Wild could still just eat food to recover. So he’s bleeding out and they all are freaking out but then he just starts shoveling 15 apples down his throat and all his injuries start closing up and everything and the chain just looks at him like he gained three heads.”

So I thought a mini scenario would be funny. So they’re all fighting a hoard of monsters, and Wild has a bunch of cuts and bruises and whatnot but he’s still fighting. All of a sudden Twilight is about to get impaled so Wild jumps in front of him (self sacrificing idiot lol). He goes down bleeding out profusely as Twilight screams and cries thinking he’s about to die on him.

“Nonononono! You can’t die on me!!”

“Twi-“

“Shhh! Y-you’ll be ok! Don’t use your energy. It-it’s fine! I have a potion!”

Twilight dumps his whole pack on the ground and grabs a red potion. He uncorks it and tries to give it to Wild, but he pushes it away.

“Don’t…need…”

Twilight is absolutely panicking thinking Wild is slipping mentally.

“Wild, you have to! It’s the only solution. I don’t have a fairy!”

Hyrule has also seen what’s going on and has sprinted over to try and heal him but Wild grips his hands and tries pushing them away too.

“St-“ coughs up blood “Stop Hyrule…slate…”

Twilight and Hyrule are looking at each other through their tears, confused.

“Wild, we have a red potion right here. You don’t need your slate.”

“Y-yes…I do!” Knowing they won’t just give it he says “Have…fairy!”

Which isn’t a lie. He does, he just doesn’t plan on using it. So finally Twilight reaches for Wild’s slate and hands it to him. Wild swipes quickly through his slate and just keeps clicking on apples with one hand while shoving them down his throat with the other hand. During this process everyone has come over and all are crying thinking he’s gonna die soon. After like 10 apples they start seeing changes: his cuts and bruises are fading and his huge stab wound is closing. After another 10 he’s completely healed. After he finishes they all look at him like “WHAT THE HECK JUST HAPPENED?!” There’s still one monsters left that they neglected for Wild and so he gets up, kills it like normal, and walks back over to everyone, who are all still just staring at where he just was laying on the ground bleeding out, frozen in place.

“Uh…guys…? I’m over here…hello…? I killed the last monster by the way.” Wild tries to get their attention but they won’t move an inch. Eventually he gives up and goes to start dinner. He makes everything like normal but at the end he says with a smirk, “Alright, so I’ll take it that y’all want a whole jar of Goron spice too?”

That snaps everyone out of their stupor and they all jump up and scream a “Nooo!” Unanimously.

The end.

Though they definitely have questions at dinner.😂

LOL Wild just shoving food down his throat while he’s dying and everyone’s like

#you ask skye answers #lovely anon #lu wild #linked universe #linkeduniverse

[anarchistmemecollective]

this is the best explanation i’ve found for the “why does it only happen here” discourse on gun violence in america. it’s not all of it, but this explains a lot of it.

in short, it’s because america was founded on slavery.

transcript below for those that prefer that.

Why We Carry

Alain Stephens: If there is one thing to know about America, it's that it’s a land of revolution. And no one would know that better than a Virginia blacksmith with a plan: Gabriel Prosser.

Carol Anderson: He and his brother had in fact created swords as part of their weapons in order to fight this rebellion but they knew…

Alain Stephens: Gabriel and other early American arrivals had grown tired of working under the bootheel of an institution they had no stake in creating. No rights. A world where your life and livelihood were dictated by born status, not merit. So he spread the word to nearly 1,000 like-minded men with a promise.

Carol Anderson: He said that all of those who believed in liberty would be able to be in this incredible space, would be able to enjoy this vibrant democracy.

Alain Stephens: Gabriel’s enemies were better armed, organized, already suspicious of sedition. If he and his men were planning on getting out alive, his operation would have to be executed sharply, swiftly, perfectly.

Carol Anderson: The plan was to have basically three divisions. One division would set a warehouse on fire as a diversionary tactic. The other division would go to the treasury and get the money in order to be able to pay for the insurgence. And the other division would go to the armory and get the guns and the ammunition that they needed in order to fight for their liberty.

Alain Stephens: You see, Gabriel Prosser and his conspirators were some of America’s first patriots. But you’d never know it. Because they were Black. And the enemy they were fighting was the United States. To be specific: The plantation-class government of 1800s Virginia, whose number of enslaved people accounted for nearly 40% of the state’s total population. And Gabriel and his followers needed guns to take on the government. Gabe’s rebellion would ultimately be dashed. A freak storm on the eve of the attack shook the resolve of the men, one more than the others. In particular, a conspirator named Pharaoh.

Carol Anderson: He's sitting out there and the rain and the thunder is hitting, and every time there was a crack of lightning, every time there was a burst of thunder, his nerves were shattering. And so he was like, “OK, we gonna die. We just gonna die.” He's like, “I'm gonna be free, but I'm gonna be free by telling my master about this plot.”

Alain Stephens: In total some 70 men would be arrested. Gabriel, his brother, and 23 others would be made examples of and hung. A few others would be sold to plantations out of state. And two would be granted freedom for being informants to the government. While many Americans may have heard of the Nat Turner rebellion in Virginia or the Stono rebellion in South Carolina, as a Black journalist covering the history of American violence, I discovered that there were nearly 300 slave revolts throughout the course of American history — most of which have been purposefully erased.

Alain Stephens: I’m Alain Stephens, and you’re listening to The Gun Machine: How America Was Forged by the Gun Industry, a podcast by WBUR and the Trace. On the last episode of The Gun Machine, we explained how America built its early gun industry. In this episode, we have to go back to the actual beginning — and ask the why.

Alain Stephens: What type of society necessitates the need for not just militaries to be armed, but everyone—all the time? Today, we talk about America’s foundation of fear, and how the gun industry was built on top of it. Chapter two: Why we carry.

Alain Stephens: It's the 1600s in Central Europe. Two things are about to happen that will change the world forever. The first is the invention of the flintlock musket. Before that, the systems that sparked the gunpowder in guns were finicky in wet or humid conditions. But the flintlock musket was reliable, battle tested and therefore prime to be exported outside of the mild European temperatures. And secondly, the Protestant reformation had swept through Europe. The Catholic church had long banned the sale of European guns to non-Catholic nations, but Protestant churches didn’t care. This caused the Catholics to abandon their policy, sparking a mass sell off — Europeans dumping guns into new countries. And it was in Africa, where Europeans will find the closest and most worthwhile commodity for trade: Human cargo. And just like that, the Triangle Slave Trade was born. The guns-for-bodies trade was so high that by the 18th century, records show gunpowder accounted for nearly 40% of European imports to Africa. But, the firearm wasn’t just the lubricant of the slave trade abroad. It was also its guarantee — right here in America. The invention of the firearm was a force multiplier. It was the gun that made colonial slavery even possible. UC Berkeley history professor Brian DeLay says the firearm now gave regular, working colonists the ability to control those in bondage even if they were outnumbered.

Brian DeLay: Slavery was a fact in every single colony. And of course, it was concentrated in the Southern colonies. And slavery doesn't work without a weapons gap.

Alain Stephens: By 1775, before we were the United States of anything, 20% of America’s colonial population was enslaved Africans, most of them living in the South, all of whom posed a potential security risk to established order.

Brian DeLay: This required the able-bodied adult male population of white colonists to be armed at a far higher rate than, say, was the case among average working people in Great Britain at the time.

Alain Stephens: So if I was a Black person living, say, in 17th-century America, how would I go about getting my hands on a gun? And what opportunities could that make for me?

Carol Anderson: You would have the opportunity to be whipped. Thirty-nine lashes, that's the opportunity that you had.

Alain Stephens: This is Carol Anderson, a professor of African-American history at Emory University, who has been investigating something you probably haven’t heard about in school: the link between the Second Amendment and America’s long history of slavery and racism. Let me go ahead and burst that bubble and hurt your feelings right now, and get this out the way: Most Americans subscribe to certain myths about the foundation of our country.

[( music) “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal…”]

Alain Stephens: But that was never the case. The South had gone all in on plantation slavery from the start. Which brings me to the next myth: That plantation slavery as a system just somehow worked, when in fact, the slave economy was a dangerous economy. Large-scale slave rebellions continuously rocked the country, not to mention many other individual acts of defiance and violence in the face of enslavement. Enslaved people fighting back against their enslaver; I’m talking about stabbings, beheadings, shootings, real heavy metal shit. But it also meant that plantation societies had to function like prison societies. So if you had to imagine the South, imagine a network of omnipresent slave patrols on the horizons, contraband and shakedowns, and the constant looming suspicion that at any given time these plantation owners could all get their little slaving heads cut off. In 1680 Virginia prohibits Black people from using a gun in self defense against white attackers, even if they are free. In 1681 the colony of New York bans Black people from having any sort of weapons. In 1741 North Carolina’s legislature implements state-paid bounties for slaves, and the right for patrollers to keep any guns and other contraband plucked off the enslaved as personal rewards during shakedowns.

And this was all before the Revolutionary War even took place. By the time the Colonies began drafting the Constitution, there was no standing military. And the creation of one would be highly regulated. But at the same time, a number of southern colonies were concerned with a more internal threat to their peculiar institution: Slave revolts. So they demanded the constitution include a security backstop to their enterprise: Give us the ability to carry guns, quash insurgencies, and support the web of slave patrols that had already been established.

Carol Anderson: The bad history that we have had about the Second Amendment. How it gets cloaked in this nobility of the militia fighting off domestic tyranny and fighting off of foreign invasion when in fact the militia really wasn't really good at either of those. What it was effective at was putting down slave revolts.

Alain Stephens: Without the Second Amendment, many Southern colonial forefathers refuse to ratify the Constitution at all.

Carol Anderson: The Second Amendment was the bribe to the South to not scuttle the Constitution of the United States and to therefore not scuttle the nation itself and it was George Mason talking about we will be left defenseless if this militia is put under the control of the feds. We cannot trust the federal government to protect us from these Black people.

Alain Stephens: Now, I know what you’re thinking: Why do I not know about this? And that is actually by design. First and foremost, Americans still struggle to talk about the national embarrassment that was slavery. We don’t like to think of our society as violent. And after the writing of the Constitution it just gets more violent. Like I said earlier, there were nearly 300 slave uprisings from the country's inception to the end of the Civil War. And if you read abolitionist newspaper clippings from the Antebellum era, you hear of countless other tales of violence and threat. Escaped slaves using contraband revolvers to shoot it out with captors. Enslaved women bludgeoning to death their white assaulters. A parent killing their own child rather than return them to the horrors of servitude. But there is another reason we don't know about it. And that is a strategic one. Back in the 1800s, Insurrection was bad for business. In the 1860s, the economic value of the enslaved was worth $4 billion. In today’s money, that comes out closer to $42 trillion. That was more than all the banks, factories, and railroads in the U.S. were worth at the time. Stories and plans of rebellion were inspiring to Black people. And the U.S government was aware of this, and acutely aware of similar things going on internationally, with successful slave revolts in places like Haiti. So there was a desire to keep these stories out of public view.

Carol Anderson: The Haitian Revolution, I've got to say upfront, scared the bejeebers out of the Founding Fathers. When you look at their correspondence, they're like, oh my God, did you see what just happened in Saint-Domingue? Oh, if those ideas come here, we are going to be in trouble. If Black people believe that they can be free, that these ideas about liberty and justice apply to them, we are doomed.

Alain Stephens: So these stories were erased from American history. But that fear of Black people, and the need to defend oneself from Black people, didn’t go away after the end of slavery with the Civil War. In fact, in many regards, those fears got worse.

Nicholas Buttrick: When thinking about what makes America unique, you know, it's really not that much of a skip and jump to see, well, is there anything to do with our history of enslavement, our history of civil war, and the ways that we've thought about who is safe and who is dangerous in our country?

Alain Stephens: Nicholas Buttrick is a professor of social psychology at the University of Wisconsin in Madison. He has spent the last couple of years researching how and why America formed its current gun culture. What he found was: A great deal of how we view the need to carry guns today, stems from attitudes formed in the wake of Reconstruction.

Nicholas Buttrick: You have emancipation and with emancipation comes the rise of Black political power and for the white antebellum elite, it seems as if this is something that cannot stand.

Clip from Gone With The Wind: Well, Ashley, you're wrong. I do wanna escape too. I'm so very tired of it all. I've struggled for food and for money. I weeded and hoed and picked cotton until I can't stand for another minute. I tell you, Ashley, the South is dead. It's dead. The Yankees and the carpetbaggers have got it and there's nothing left for us!

Alain Stephens: This line from Gone With the Wind may seem melodramatic to us, but for Scarlett O’Hara and crew, it was an understatement. The American South during reconstruction was a hellhole, akin to any modern post-war occupational environment you’d see today. Law and order was nearly abandoned. Basic commodities were scarce. The only thing in ready supply were the newly freed Black Americans beginning to cement their burgeoning political power and an avalanche of post war guns. White Americans in the South lose their goddamn minds at the new status quo.

Nicholas Buttrick: A lot of the speeches that these redeemers were using is that they seem to anchor a lot of sort of Southerness — Southern masculinity, ways of restoring a Southern way of life — in firearms specifically. And I think this makes a lot of sense, that the South, while destroyed physically, was just totally awash in firearms.

Alain Stephens: Homicide rates were 18 times higher in the South than they were in the North. And these guns were different. The Civil War was one of the first conflicts with mechanized production of guns. Soldiers return home with high-quality weapons — and lots of them.

Nicholas Buttrick: And you also have a really dangerous society. You have murder rates that are completely out of control. And so you have a dangerous world with a lot of weapons, and it maybe makes sense that rich white Southerners might look to different sorts of ways of figuring out how to suppress Black power and to rally white power. And one of the items we think that was really super salient were all these guns.

Alain Stephens: White southerners formed hundreds of so-called rifle clubs, claiming they needed to defend themselves against Black people, even though most of the murders at the time were white on white. The clubs were actually armed white supremacist groups meant to intimidate voters and diminish Black political power. This started forming a modern gun identity and set forth ideas in people about what the government could and couldn’t do. In the Reconstruction South, state constitutions were being rewritten. For the first time, Black people had political power. Many white Southerners didn’t trust the government to represent their interests. To protect them and their sense of order. So they felt they had to take matters into their own hands, and guns were an important symbol. Buttrick’s research makes one thing abundantly clear. The counties with the highest rates of enslavement before the Civil War are the places where today we see the highest rates of gun ownership. And by following social media connections, Buttrick also found that as those same Americans have migrated around the country, so have those ideas about guns. The communities with the deepest social and cultural ties to slaveholding counties, carry similar feelings about gun ownership in the present day. His research also suggests that while people think of guns as a defense against physical threats, they’re also using them as a defense against psychological threats.

Nicholas Buttrick: Guns become a sort of a totem or a charm, you know, that help gun owners to feel their lives are more meaningful, that they have more control, and that they feel safer.

Alain Stephens: It’s also an identity that has fueled gun companies and gun sales.

Nicholas Buttrick: And so I think that the Civil War in its aftermath, set a template, but it's a template that we've then been building on as a society for quite a while and so, it's not just that these things happened once and and ended, you know, that there is quite a lot of advertising, quite a lot of marketing, which is sort of reinforcing these beliefs that we've had about how guns work.

Alain Stephens: And for a hundred years white people become ingrained with the notion that firearms in this country equals autonomy, identity, and most of all power. And that’s all fine and dandy, until Black people start getting guns too.

Newsreel: The Black Panthers first made national news just a year ago when they entered the state capitol in Sacramento armed with rifles and pistols.

Alain Stephens: In 1967 when the Panthers march on the capitol, legally carrying guns to protest a newly proposed gun control bill, then-Governor Ronald Reagan would respond by signing it into law: Banning public carry without a permit. The NRA would approve. It would become the state’s first major piece of legislation restricting the right to carry a gun, and would lead to a slew of gun control laws targeting Black people nationwide. Then, the following year, we’d really melt down.

Newsreel: Martin Luther King 20 minutes ago died.

Newsreel: The police and national guard also used the Justice Department guidelines of restraint, at least in theory. It was still a bloody, costly three days for Chicago.

Alain Stephens: In the wake of King’s death there would be over 100 uprisings. And Congress would renew a once-stalled effort to limit access to guns. They’d pass the 1968 Gun Control Act, which laid the groundwork for modern laws around who is allowed to buy and sell firearms. But, more importantly, just look at the here and now. As demographics change, we fragment. The Obama administration sparked record gun sales for the time, but it wouldn’t hold a candle to 2020. If COVID had us locked, the murder of George Floyd — and the protests that followed — would get us absolutely loaded.

Newsreel: This is an unlawful assembly. Please…

Newsreel: These are not acts of peaceful protest. These are acts of domestic terror. (Protest jeering sound)

Newsreel: One person shot and killed at a Black Lives Matter protest in Austin, Texas

Newsreel: When the Proud Boys Group showed up, a confrontation caused a violent street fight to break out. Police ordered the crowds to disperse, and they also…

Alain Stephens: Americans would buy over 40 million guns in 2020 and 2021. That’s more guns than the entire population of Canada. Five million of those Americans would be grabbing a piece for the first time. And it would pour billions into the pockets of the gun industry. I would watch in real time as my beat as a gun reporter went from niche specialty to sitting front row to the largest wave of gun buying in recorded American history. How’s that for job security?

Alain Stephens: And it’s not like it's an undercurrent that gun culture hasn’t been afraid to tap into.

Dana Loesch: Make them protest. Make them scream racism and sexism and xenophobia and homophobia, to smash windows, burn cars, shut down interstates and airports…

Alain Stephens: In that ad, the NRA calls racial justice protests “madness” and calls on Americans to fight them with what they call a “clenched fist of truth.” Rifle producer Daniel Defense ended up in Congress last year where lawmakers grilled them on using extremist iconography in their ads.

Kelly Sampson: That's a valknut, and it's a symbol that has been increasingly embraced by white supremacists.

Alain Stephens: But it doesn’t have to be that explicit. I’ve always been a gun nerd. And growing up, I’d cringe at the number of times I’d come across Confederate flags, Nazi war gear, and/or straight-up disdain of anything not white American. It’s this shadow that, no matter how far I go into the community, is still always there. And don’t get me wrong… I’m not trying to say that everyone who is buying a gun is doing so because they are racist. More so, that when your country is founded on a fundamental fear of the person next door, carrying a gun is a lot more palatable than not carrying one. But if gun ownership and the gun industry was built on whiteness, what does it mean to be a Black gun owner now? We’ll find out in a minute.

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Juan Dahl: You heard that?

Alain Stephens: Yeah.

Juan Dahl: That was a gator.

Grace Tatter: I did not hear that

Alain Stephens: That’s producer Grace Tatter. And this is the Bunker Club, it’s a field in Clermont, Florida, where hundreds of gun enthusiasts assemble in the swamp-like humidity to do one thing: Play with hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of high-powered weaponry, and we’re gonna play, too.

Alain Stephens: It's asking me: “Am I currently on probation?” No. “Have I ever been adjudicated as a mentally defective or committed to a mental institution?” No. “Under influence of alcohol or drugs or anything?” Negative. “Issued a restraining order, domestic violence act, barring me?” No. “Have you ever handled a handgun?”

Alain Stephens: This is Pew Party 2.

Alain Stephens: Yes. “You ever handled a rifle or shotgun?” Yes. Click here to sign.

Alain Stephens: It’s a Black-led shooting event, and it’s the second time it’s being held in as many years. It’s a playground of berms, tires, and targets.

Grace Tatter: Have I ever handled a handgun? No. Rifle or shotgun? No. I think I'm the only person here who probably answered no to both of those questions.

Alain Stephens: Pew Party 2 is an event created by Jay Jenkins, aka Jay the Shooter, a self-described GunTuber — a firearms social media influencer.

Jay Jenkins: The G17 has consistently lost, so Imma get a Glock a let a few rounds off

Alain Stephens: Jay’s a businessman — one of the few Black people in the country who carries a coveted FFL SOT 3, a federal license that allows him to develop and sell things like suppressors and automatic weapons. These events are about building his brand, where he invites regular people, particularly Black people, so they can do two things: Meet face to face with the cutting-edge companies in the gun industry, plus they get a chance to handle some iconic and advanced weaponry.

[sound of gunfire]

Alain Stephens: Oh my god, that was tight. That was a P90 over there. So, look at it. It's kind of like a sci-fi looking gun, has this crazy magazine that fits on top. But a pretty good fast rate of fire, so, you know… Again, these are all, you know, movie guns, things that like high level military, like, you know, things that, are in catalogs, that most people’d never be able to touch.

[sound of gunfire]

Alain Stephens: Are you over my shoulder? Get this. When we run out, it's gonna make this awesome sound.

[sound of gunfire]

Alain Stephens: And that was the sound.

Alain Stephens: If you can’t tell, I actually love guns. And I always have. I’m Black, but more specifically I’m biracial. I was introduced to guns at a young age by my dad, a white man from Appalachia. And I remember the stares I’d get growing up, going to gun shows down south in Texas. The standoffish gun shop owners. The rangemasters, who with a sheer glance, would remind me that no matter who I was with or how trained I was, I was there as a guest. So, for me, Pew Party is different. It’s an eccentric assortment of the familiar but the unfamiliar. It’s the most Black people I’ve ever seen at a shooting event, and therefore probably the most comfortable I’ve ever been in such a space.

Alain Stephens: I mean like, you hear the hammer drop on this thing. Did you see the rounds?

Alain Stephens: There are things you’d never see at a gun range. Like a DJ, and a Caribbean food truck. And all day a few throughlines became very clear. First, almost every Black person we spoke with clearly understood what it means to be black and all the pitfalls that accompany it. And their response to that reality was on them. That their life was in their own hands.

Crystal: One, as a Black person in this country, as well as a woman in this country, it's very important that we be able to protect ourselves with the best tools that are available.

Thomas Lyles: My self-protection is serious.

Tay: How about: Take advantage of your Second Amendment right and do what you need to do to protect you and your family.

T.J.: I wanna protect me and mine.

Alain Stephens: Secondly, that crazy year of 2020, where there was open white supremacy, government failure, and Covid-19, and the fallout of George Floyd — well, Black people saw it too. And we flocked to guns. Here is Thomas Lyles, a Navy vet and firearms instructor.

Thomas Lyles: When Trump was in office, that's when we saw the largest spike of Black gun ownership. And so, a lot of Black people during that time, they felt as if the government, the police, nobody was going to help us or protect us. And so it was on us. We had to protect ourselves.

Alain Stephens: When he talks to us he is wearing a military chest rig adorned with bits of African kente print, and is carrying thousands of dollars of military-grade hardware. This is my first time meeting him in person, but I’m familiar with his social media:

Thomas Lyles, from social media: One finger pushes the slide back. I think it might be a good recommendation for female shooters.

Alain Stephens: His training isn’t to put holes in paper, but winning gunfights.

Thomas Lyles: Some of my family members, I taught them a CCW class, because during that time when Covid was happening, we had all the protests going on, this country seemed very unbalanced, right? It's very uncertain. And so even some of the people my family, years before that, had been like “I don't need a gun. I've been alive 40 years and nothing's ever happened.” But during that time all of a sudden I was getting these phone calls: “Hey, cousin, nephew, when can you come over and teach me a class?” And now they're into guns. My uncle's into guns, my cousin's into guns, like he's buying rifles, building rifles, buying pistols.

Alain Stephens: In fact, according to the National Opinion Research Center at the University of Chicago, 69 percent of people who bought their first gun during the pandemic were people of color. Before that, POCs accounted for only 26 percent of registered gun owners. And if you looked at America through a thousand-foot lens, it kind of makes sense. Black people are some of those most victimized in the country and always have been. We have police systems that hurt more than help, where Black people are five times more likely to be arrested than whites, and three-times as likely to be killed during a police encounter. And with this long pattern of isolation and victimization, is it really a surprise that more Black people are buying guns, too?

Alain Stephens: And how does the industry react to this? Backwards AF. As quick as the NRA is to savage Black Lives Matter protests to rally their base in defense of the gun industry, they’re also quick to point out that often, laws controlling gun ownership have been racist. Literally using critical race theory to fight its battles in court. Some of the messaging in recent years has been, “Come on over, Black customers. We’re happy to have you.” But that same organization collectively shrugs at the death of legal gun owners, like when police outside of St. Paul killed Philando Castile during a traffic stop. It rallies for more aggressive policing, and backs racist politicians. It’s this worldview that contributes to the reality that many of the Pew Party’s participants exist in: The odd looks and stares at gun ranges. The distinct feeling that everyone’s not going to like them — or what they represent. Every Black male we interviewed was acutely aware of toxic images portrayed of Black men with guns — which is why Jay The Shooter says he hosts events like these.

Alain Stephens: You said one thing about, you know — and I think this is crazy and I gotta revisit — but you said that when it comes to firearms that Black people have really been a victim of poor marketing.

Jay Jenkins: Yes.

Alain Stephens: What has that marketing been and who has put that marketing out there?

Jay Jenkins: Well, you know, let’s be honest. Let's take some accountability here, right? We have to stop conducting the acts that put ourselves in a negative light. Let's start there. Let's start with first accountability. I believe in Black accountability first. And then we can start working on the values and everything else that we need to do to really clean up a lot of the negative images that are being perceived and promoted and projected on us.

Grace Tatter: But a lot of times, so like some of the racist anti-Black images, like gun companies, not all, I'm not saying … the industry isn't a monolith, but gun companies have made a lot of money off of making people afraid of people, afraid of Black people. How does that, how do you fit into, how do you deal with that?

Jay Jenkins: Right. Right. Look, at the end of the day, every company has their business model. We have to see it for what it is, right? And not be subject to it. Yeah. The fear mongering is there. It is there. I see it. But I choose not to look at that because my mission is not to combat that. My mission is to push legitimacy when it comes to African-Americans, and incubating consumers to merchants. That's my mission. I can't stop what I'm doing to go look at what they're doing. Like we know it's there. But how do I combat that? By throwing events and bringing more community awareness to what it is. How many times did you pass by somebody today and you saw first time shooters, shooting suppress, first-time shooter shooting a machine gun. First time hands-on with this platform from this company. That's my mission. I focus on that. Will I be able to combat what they're doing? No, but I'm putting good media and good press and I'm putting my own marketing out there that I can control. So instead of sitting back and complaining about what they're doing with their targeted marketing when it comes to the Black community, I also have to target my community and put the positive messages out there. That's how I combat what they're doing.

Alain Stephens: Essentially it’s a form of exposure therapy. Jay wasn’t alone in his sentiments of trying to take the fear out of the image of a Black man carrying a gun in the broader American consciousness. And things like this event, and training seminars, and social media were ways for them to do it. When it comes to the broader gun industry and how they market, a lot of the attitude was not too dissimilar from the mantra: If you can’t beat em, join em. But perhaps with a caveat to change them from within. Throughout the day though, we had plenty of conversations about self defense, about the power of Black dollars, and it’s to get lost in the money to be had in this industry. But, a woman at the event named Krystal Harper reminded us of another reality: that Black people are also the most victimized by firearms.

Krystal Harper: There's a lot of trauma surrounding firearms within our community that just needs to be dealt with in addition to lack of knowledge, lack of history. But like, we don't talk about that trauma.

Alain Stephens: And we don’t talk about it. Gun violence in all forms has increased sharply for Black Americans in recent years. Black people now experience 12 times the gun homicides, 18 times the amount of shooting injuries, and nearly three times the fatal police shootings of their white counterparts. Luanda Akosua, a firearms trainer, says she sees the consequences of those statistics.

Luanda Akosua: It happens a lot, you know, especially in certain areas. I know I get a nice percentage of my students that do have trauma. I actually had one girl who broke down, like anxiety, full anxiety attack on the range. But it's just a matter of, kind of, coming at it from behind and being able to relate to them, because I'm able to relate, because I've also been in that situation.

Alain Stephens: And many Black people can relate, our community is tight knit. Although we only account for about 13% of the population, we absorb a disproportionate amount of America’s gun violence. So this means that 71% of Black adults know someone who has been injured or killed by a gun in their lifetime.

Luanda Akosua: After you've experienced trauma, I believe there's a point in time where you have to say, ‘I am not gonna be a victim to this trauma,’ and I have to take measures into my own hands to be able to heal from this trauma, from the inside out — going inward, in healing, and starting that process. But you have to be the one to start that healing process. So at the end of the day, I think you are responsible for it. In a perfect world, we don't want anyone, you know, of course the person that's giving the trauma — but usually a person that's presenting trauma, they don't care about anyone.

Krystal Harper: At all.

Luanda Akosua: You know, they don't care. So when they don't care, you have to care about yourself, you know? And I think that's the ultimate goal is being able to self-love, love yourself, respect yourself enough to come out of that dark space and … and train.

–

Alain Stephens: For me as a reporter, and a Black gun owner, I’m always driven to this space, this fundamental conflict. Because on one side, the gun industry and the Second Amendment community needs to diversify to survive. But, on the other, the only way it can do so may mean facing down its racist past and the latent fears that fuel the industry. And with all the guns in the world, that prospect is still the scariest. On the next episode of The Gun Machine, we meet the man who wrote the playbook for a successful gun company.

John Bainbridge: He was somebody who I would say had enormous charisma, and incredible drive. Uh, but as I say, I wouldn't trust him.

Alain Stephens: So after America secured its “freedom”, and it used weapons to secure its enslaved workforce: What next? Well, it’s time to expand. And with that, expands the gun machine.

[wayfayrr]

I think I already sent this but idk, tumblr glitchy sometimes lol

Anyway, I can’t find the post where this idea first appeared so I’m not trying to take credit. Basically the person said something like “I think it’d be funny if when the chain was together Wild could still just eat food to recover. So he’s bleeding out and they all are freaking out but then he just starts shoveling 15 apples down his throat and all his injuries start closing up and everything and the chain just looks at him like he gained three heads.”

So I thought a mini scenario would be funny. So they’re all fighting a hoard of monsters, and Wild has a bunch of cuts and bruises and whatnot but he’s still fighting. All of a sudden Twilight is about to get impaled so Wild jumps in front of him (self sacrificing idiot lol). He goes down bleeding out profusely as Twilight screams and cries thinking he’s about to die on him.

“Nonononono! You can’t die on me!!”

“Twi-“

“Shhh! Y-you’ll be ok! Don’t use your energy. It-it’s fine! I have a potion!”

Twilight dumps his whole pack on the ground and grabs a red potion. He uncorks it and tries to give it to Wild, but he pushes it away.

“Don’t…need…”

Twilight is absolutely panicking thinking Wild is slipping mentally.

“Wild, you have to! It’s the only solution. I don’t have a fairy!”

Hyrule has also seen what’s going on and has sprinted over to try and heal him but Wild grips his hands and tries pushing them away too.

“St-“ coughs up blood “Stop Hyrule…slate…”

Twilight and Hyrule are looking at each other through their tears, confused.

“Wild, we have a red potion right here. You don’t need your slate.”

“Y-yes…I do!” Knowing they won’t just give it he says “Have…fairy!”

Which isn’t a lie. He does, he just doesn’t plan on using it. So finally Twilight reaches for Wild’s slate and hands it to him. Wild swipes quickly through his slate and just keeps clicking on apples with one hand while shoving them down his throat with the other hand. During this process everyone has come over and all are crying thinking he’s gonna die soon. After like 10 apples they start seeing changes: his cuts and bruises are fading and his huge stab wound is closing. After another 10 he’s completely healed. After he finishes they all look at him like “WHAT THE HECK JUST HAPPENED?!” There’s still one monsters left that they neglected for Wild and so he gets up, kills it like normal, and walks back over to everyone, who are all still just staring at where he just was laying on the ground bleeding out, frozen in place.

“Uh…guys…? I’m over here…hello…? I killed the last monster by the way.” Wild tries to get their attention but they won’t move an inch. Eventually he gives up and goes to start dinner. He makes everything like normal but at the end he says with a smirk, “Alright, so I’ll take it that y’all want a whole jar of Goron spice too?”

That snaps everyone out of their stupor and they all jump up and scream a “Nooo!” Unanimously.

The end.

Though they definitely have questions at dinner.😂

WAIT WAS THIS THE GHOST ASK THE OTHER DAY THAT JUST VANISHED????? I PUT UP A POST ABOUT IT JUST POOFING DFVDXVDFV

but omg I love this idea so much just wild (or tears) devouring a whole orchard to recover while the rest are all confused except for maybe one or two who've seen it happen before - I can't imagine what'll be said when they've processed what's happened enough to start questioning it though >:)

This was lovely to read though!!! thank you for it

#their fate is sealed with the goron spice though #no escaping it now. #linked universe #legend of zelda #lu wild #✦submission✦

[across-violet-skies]

I think I already sent this but idk, tumblr glitchy sometimes lol

Anyway, I can’t find the post where this idea first appeared so I’m not trying to take credit. Basically the person said something like “I think it’d be funny if when the chain was together Wild could still just eat food to recover. So he’s bleeding out and they all are freaking out but then he just starts shoveling 15 apples down his throat and all his injuries start closing up and everything and the chain just looks at him like he gained three heads.”

So I thought a mini scenario would be funny. So they’re all fighting a hoard of monsters, and Wild has a bunch of cuts and bruises and whatnot but he’s still fighting. All of a sudden Twilight is about to get impaled so Wild jumps in front of him (self sacrificing idiot lol). He goes down bleeding out profusely as Twilight screams and cries thinking he’s about to die on him.

“Nonononono! You can’t die on me!!”

“Twi-“

“Shhh! Y-you’ll be ok! Don’t use your energy. It-it’s fine! I have a potion!”

Twilight dumps his whole pack on the ground and grabs a red potion. He uncorks it and tries to give it to Wild, but he pushes it away.

“Don’t…need…”

Twilight is absolutely panicking thinking Wild is slipping mentally.

“Wild, you have to! It’s the only solution. I don’t have a fairy!”

Hyrule has also seen what’s going on and has sprinted over to try and heal him but Wild grips his hands and tries pushing them away too.

“St-“ coughs up blood “Stop Hyrule…slate…”

Twilight and Hyrule are looking at each other through their tears, confused.

“Wild, we have a red potion right here. You don’t need your slate.”

“Y-yes…I do!” Knowing they won’t just give it he says “Have…fairy!”

Which isn’t a lie. He does, he just doesn’t plan on using it. So finally Twilight reaches for Wild’s slate and hands it to him. Wild swipes quickly through his slate and just keeps clicking on apples with one hand while shoving them down his throat with the other hand. During this process everyone has come over and all are crying thinking he’s gonna die soon. After like 10 apples they start seeing changes: his cuts and bruises are fading and his huge stab wound is closing. After another 10 he’s completely healed. After he finishes they all look at him like “WHAT THE HECK JUST HAPPENED?!” There’s still one monsters left that they neglected for Wild and so he gets up, kills it like normal, and walks back over to everyone, who are all still just staring at where he just was laying on the ground bleeding out, frozen in place.

“Uh…guys…? I’m over here…hello…? I killed the last monster by the way.” Wild tries to get their attention but they won’t move an inch. Eventually he gives up and goes to start dinner. He makes everything like normal but at the end he says with a smirk, “Alright, so I’ll take it that y’all want a whole jar of Goron spice too?”

That snaps everyone out of their stupor and they all jump up and scream a “Nooo!” Unanimously.

The end.

Though they definitely have questions at dinner.😂

I did get your ask I just forgot to answer sorry!!!! (finals have me in the trenches rn.... anyway)

ok this is SUCH a funny concept. but it also makes me wonder if any other members of the Chain would be able to do it too. I know in links awakening you can eat apples to restore health and several games let you drink milk to restore health. it makes me wonder if that could be applied as well!!!

#riv responds #linked universe #lu wild

[henriiiii-1001old]

tmc fairy tale au!!!

SO this is actually a concept i had a few months ago that i never rly expanded upon.

first, let me explain the basics:

i assigned different tmc characters to different fairy tales, but they all exist in the same universe.

Adam - Rapunzel Evelin - Snow White/Flynn Rider Jonah - Little Mermaid Sarah - Gretel/Daughter from The Juniper Tree Mark - Hansel/Stepson from The Juniper Tree Cesar - Frog Prince Thatcher - Lumberjack guy from Red Riding Hood Ruth - Red Riding Hood Dave - Father from The Juniper Tree Six - Gothel Gabriel - Stepmother from The Juniper Tree Preacher - The Sea Witch Stanley - The Candy Witch Alt!Thatch - Big Bad Wolf

next, some art i made for the au!!!

and now, huge lore dump! >:)c its gonna be long so buckle your seatbelts LMAO

so, the main plot of this au is basically that adam has been stuck in a tower in the middle of nowhere for almost 21 years. he had been raised by six, who is actually a witch set on taking over the kingdoms that surround the nearby areas (aka the counties). one day, six it out doing stuff, and while he's gone prince evelin (yes she's a prince bc fuck it) ends up finding the tower. she decides to climb it out of curiosity.

she ends up in a standoff against adam, but to try to deescalate things, they introduce themselves to each other. all of a sudden before they could talk more, adam hears six coming back and hides evelin in a nearby closet. evelin sees adam and six get into a fight abt adam wanting to go out into the world for once, but six is all "you're not ready" and it just gets really bad. all until six lovebombs adam and leaves again to get something for adam's upcoming 21st birthday.

evelin had exited the closet as six left, and she's like "you let him do that to you?" adam is like "uh yeah? he always does? i dont see them problem" and evie starts making adam question everything. she promises to take adam into the world but return him by night in case six came back. they'd also stay near the tower just in case as well.

cut to jonah's pov! he's a simple merman wanting to be a part of the human world! he sees evie and adam having a lot of fun and wishes he could join them. his dad (yes, if jonah is the little mermaid, the fucking mervin marshall is the king by proxy DCFVGBHNJ) is all like "nuh uh too dangerous, especially with most of the witches residing on land anyway" and jonah is like "FUCKING BET!"

he goes to the sea witch, preacher, and asks for legs and talks about seeing adam and evie hanging out! and preacher is like "im sorry WHO????" bc she knows that adam shouldnt be out and about. she makes jonah promise that as part of the deal, he must return adam to six in three days time, otherwise he'll turn back into a merman. he quickly agrees, and the whole deal is made. preacher does go tell six about this, and while he freaks out at first, preacher is like "it's ok dude i got this. i got a client to promise to return him home as part of our deal. you're fine m'dude."

jonah ends up on land and tries teaching himself how to talk while finding a cloth to barely dress himself with. adam and evie do eventually see him and they're like "yo who tf are you?" and while jonah cant talk, they do find a way to write to each other and they become friends!!!!

they do also eventually meet sarah at some point, and oh b o y does she have a backstory.

SO, in order to explain her backstory, let me explain the story of "the juniper tree" (copy pasted from discord LMAO)

"so a mother is peeling apples under a juniper tree and accidentally cuts her finger. the blood drips onto the snow on the ground, and that (somehow) grants the woman's wish to have a child as white as snow and as red as blood. she dies after giving birth to her perfect child, and the father soon remarries, having a daughter of her own.

she loved her daughter but hated her stepson and abused him every day and is all "i want my daughter to inherit your father's money." she then leads her children to a chest of apples one day. she lets her daughter pick an apple from the chest, but when her stepson came to pick one, she slammed the chest on his head and decapitated him.

she then set it up to where the same thing would happen again but the daughter would be there to witness it all, and her mother would gaslight her into thinking that she murdered her own brother. she then literally turned her stepson into soup and fed him to her husband. the daughter was so grossed out and distraught the entire time, but she couldn't rat her mother out. she ended up burying her brother's bones under the juniper tree.

then, he reincarnated as a bird and sung a song to some townspeople to convince them to help him get revenge on his stepmother. he gathered a golden chain for his father, red shoes for his sister, and a millstone to crush his stepmother. he reveals himself to his family and they live happily ever after."

here's the changes i made to the original story:

instead of just the mother dying, both of mark and sarah's prents die, and now they are in the sole custody of dave

instead of having the caretaker marry someone, dave asks his friend "o'brien" to help raise mark and sarah

instead of the stepmother dying, it is revealed that o'brien was actually the great mage gabriel trying to steal something important to their plans that dave just so happens to have

and thats it CFVGBHNJM. gabriel does try and come back every once in a while to coax gabe into either letting them come back or trying to make dave give himself up for sarah's sake.

cesar's story is also p cool imo! he is the prince of bythorne and evelin's cousin! they got along great when evelin was younger, but that stopped once cesar disappeared.

this was caused by him saving mark and sarah from the candy witch, stanley, who had lured them in to specifically kill mark. cesar saw what was going on and saved the two of them before it was too late.

later that night, stanley decided to be a petty bitch and curse cesar into being a frog so he wouldn't be able to save anyone else from her or her sisters' (in which six is her like. brother but i'll explain why later LMAO) plans. cesar hid in the shadows of mandela kingdom's palace for years since then.

since cesar's disappearance, evelin had wanted to take the role of prince to honor him. she also used it as a way to not have to be trapped inside the palace walls and coddled. she ended up still feeling stuck anyway, which led to her sneaking out to travel through the woods, which ofc led her one day to find adam's tower.

at some point (if anything this would be after evie and adam meet and stuff), evelin finds cesar in his frog form on the windowsill of the guest room he would regularly stay in whenever he would come to mandela to visit. he finds that she isnt revolted by his new appearance and is actually willing to help him out!

he explains that he learned that most curses can be cured by "true love's kiss", which in storybooks was always seen as romantic. he had always viewed evelin like a little sister, so he felt that he was hopeless.

that was until evelin thought of a loophole, since the stories never explicitly said that it was romantic, she would try to break the curse purely through the love she has for him as her cousin. she kisses the top of cesar's head, and cesar has returned to his human form!!!

...well, somewhat. the curse had altered his human form due to it not being broken for years on end, so cesar came back deformed. his limbs were too long and half of his face was always covered by a dark shadow. cesar did freak out about this, but evelin assured him that he'll always be her cesar, no matter what he looked like.

evelin and cesar explained the situation and cesar was finally returned to bythorne. he did write a letter a bit after wards telling her that he has resigned from his princely duties to become a princess! maybe it would help him not have to struggle with the expectations of needing to be brave and bold, and it would be a thank you to evelin for taking his role as a prince!!!

speaking of evelin, let's go back to her for a minute. so, i had also put her as snow white, but we haven't really seen her fulfill that role yet. weeelllll...

at some point in the story, six finds evelin alone in the forest and offers her to take a bite of an apple in exchange for knowledge about adam and his past. the thing is, evelin HATES fruit so she's like "ewww do i have tooo" and six is like "if you really wanna know, then you gotta."

evelin agrees and bites into the apple. it tastes so fucking gross, but she feels like she was to swallow it to finish her end of the deal. once she swallows, the pieces suddenly cling onto her throat, choking her in the process. as she struggles to breathe, six begins to tell her who adam truly is.

adam is a regular boy who six took as part of a deal made by his parents. lynn had been getting pregnancy cravings and wanting the rapunzel frm the neighbor's garden. she made jude retrieve them for her, but it wasn't enough. eventually, jude got caught by six and agreed to give up their firstborn child in exchange to continue taking the flowers.

once adam was born, lynn and jude were killed by six, and he took adam away to raise him as his prodigy. as a catalyst for the witches' plans.

as six is explaining all of this to evelin, she is trying her hardest to take him down with her. fuck the info he's giving her, he tricked her, and now he has to pay. she swings with all her might but falls in vain. her vision goes black as six walks away from her dying body...

there's probably a "mother knows best reprise" moment here and six is all like "oh you might wanna go save your friend if you care about her so much" and adam freaks tf out. she's desperately trying to think of something to help evelin.

eventually, the group remember's cesar's story with "true love's kiss" and they're like "fuck it let's try that". adam, while literally sobbing, plants a small kiss on her forehead and prays for her to wake up.

while this is all happening, evelin ets visited by mark's spirit. he basically hypes her up and is like "you got this girlie!!!" and she wakes up after adam plants his kiss on her. she starts to choke again, but adam helps her with it and heimlichs the apple out of her throat. she's finally able to breathe, and the group celebrates.

however, the happy moment doesn't last for too long. jonah does eventually return adam to six behind evelin and sarah's backs, but afterward he feels so guilty for it. they literally sacrificed one of the first human friends he's ever made for legs. how stupid is that? they eventually go to sarah and evelin and they quickly figured out what happened. while evelin goes to the tower to save adam (with help from a certain spirit), sarah and jonah confront preacher.

there is gonna be a plot abt preacher almost taking over the seas, but jonah and sarah do eventually take her down and retrieve jonah's voice. and yes, sarah gets to see that jonah is a merman and she's actually like "YO WAIT YOU GUYS ARE REAL???" and jonah is like "UH YEAH?????"

and yes, adam does eventually escape as well, but i dont have those details either so ye :')

that's the main plot at least! i do have a subplot for thatcher's pov tho! more copy paste from discord

"thatcher and ruth are friends and live nearby each other. ruth usually helps out w raising mark and sarah, though mark by this point is dead so dave DEFINITELY needs help. he and sarah havent been taking his death well, especially since dave literally ate mark’s remains without knowing. and sarah feels guilty enough for being gaslit into believing that she killed mark.

so ruth is about to go to dave’s place and has to walk through the forest to get there. she eventually meets what seems to be a very friendly wolf. she is a little weirded out by it, but she eventually tells it how dave lost mark and that she’s helping out! and the wolf is like “oh thats cool! i wish you luck on your journey. though i must say, these flowers smell beautiful! maybe you should pick some and take them to your dear friend!” and as ruth collects flowers as the wolf suggested, it found thatcher nearby and took his appearance to take a visit to a particular dave lee." ...

"she gets to dave's place who has been escorted out by the wolf/alt thatcher, right? so he's like "dear friend, why don't you rest! you've spent all day walking here, and you should be able to rest" aaaaand he tries to turn her into a werewolf but then thatcher comes in and is like "AYO TF YOU DOING TO MY BESTIE????" and he and the wolf fight. thatcher ends up getting bitten but is able to ward him off with his axe that was laced with silver just in case. so ruth is saved, but overtime thatcher feels more pain surge throughout his body and just kinda. turns one night.

unfortunately, he ends up killing ruth. alt thatcher tries to take this as an opportunity to maybe make him join the witches, but thatcher ofc refuses and makes a break towards dave's house. thatcher ends up telling dave what happened, and dave is okay with helping him hide it as well as hiding his newfound lycanthropy

sarah overhears this convo and becomes EXTREMELY angry at thatcher bc ruth was helping dave raise her after mark died. she was basically the mother figure sarah had always wanted, and thatcher took that away from her."

that's it for plot!!! now for some witch shenanigans >:)

so the witches are basically all the alts who usually practice shapeshifting magic to like. deceive others and all that jazz. ive made it a running joke that six is technically the only guy there FVGBHNJ

like, stanley is fem, preacher is female, alt!thatcher is copying thatcher who is transfem in this au, and gabriel dresses fem. six (and by proxy adam) is literally the only guy there DCFVGBHNJ

i am. running out of energy but i think that's everything for rn. hope you enjoy this au though!!!! ive put a lot into it <33333

#mandela catalogue #the mandela catalogue #evidence reel #tmc fairy tale au #long post #dont think i'll have enough tags for characters but i dont mind LMAO #implied abuse trigger #face horror trigger #body horror trigger #eye contact #a2t