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princessbrunette · 4 months

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boarding school by ldr is sooo rafe 💗

kook!reader who just moved back to the obx after her parents moved bc of work, not remembering the Camerons too well but all of her friends are like “rafe this, rafe that..” so ofc she has to see what the hypes all about !!

but!!! getting sososoo disappointed when she’s at a party and he’s all pissy and rude to everyone ! rafe is all heart eyes for her, but she keeps shrugging him off 🙈🫶🏽

cute! 🌸

just watching him in action, seeing the way he interacts with others was enough for you. you’d come to this party to sit back and observe, figure out what all the hype was about — but it seemed all the buzz had been generated over just another stuck up Kook. it was guys like him that gave you all a bad name.

he was rude, not just to guys but to girls too— shrugging them off and sipping his drink when they tried to make a move. it was odd, really. he was gorgeous, you had to admit. but his personality was less than favourable, and your curiosity quickly faded, deciding to just enjoy your night with your friends instead.

you felt his presence next to you before you saw him, saw the colour of his shirt in your peripheral vision looming over you as you pour yourself another drink at the drinks table, eyes lasered in on the red solo cup in your hand making sure not to spill any liquor from the bottle. you mentally prepare yourself to remain composed and dignified, waiting for him to tell you to get the hell out of his way like he did the last person who dared stand where he wanted to stand.

“hi.” he calls over the music instead. you think you must have misheard him, so you ignore it all together. but he leans forward and speaks again. “i feel like i know you from somewhere.”

you turn and look up at him, heart thumping a little and he’s smiling. years are taken off his face when he grins, maybe that’s why he doesn’t do it much— less manly and more boyish. it’s almost sweet, and you would have probably fell for it if you hadn’t been watching him earlier.

“me?” you ask, all wide eyed and it makes him chuckle, nodding. god, he really had an intense stare— like seriously, his eyes haven’t moved from your face since the beginning of this interaction.

“yeah. you.” he surveys you for a moment. “what are you drinking?”

you ignore his question and raise an eyebrow, observing him right back. “you said you know me from somewhere?”

he shifts on his feet, eager and almost skittish like he wants to reach out and touch you or something. rafe briefly stuffs his hands in his pockets instead, so different from the guy you’d been watching all night to the point where you were starting to wonder if he had a twin.

“well yeah. ‘remember faces, y’know?” his lightly brings his finger to his temple in gesture. “uh i— aha,” he cuts himself off with a chuckle, leaning in a little. “i don’t forget the pretty ones.”

you panic a little, because well — it’s rafe cameron, coming onto you, and quite frankly he scares you. so you stare up at him a little dumbly, bottom lip tucked between your teeth before clasping your cup in both hands nervously.

“i dont — i uh— have to go back to my friends now.” you’re meek and it pains you, but you scurry off anyway, barely glancing back. you’d think that would have totally weirded him out, and hoped maybe it was enough to get him to leave you alone — but you couldn’t be more wrong, if anything he was encouraged.

you were constantly reminded of his poor treatment towards others because he stayed near you the whole night, mouthing off about pogues or telling randoms to ‘get the fuck out of his way’ all whilst following you around like a dumb, lovesick puppy. you ignored him at best, brushed him off when he gently took your arm and offered to join a game of suck and blow with you, or even beer pong. each time you rejected him, the more determined he was.

a while later, he gently grabs your arm again and you sigh loudly — sick of his chasing.

“hey i— i just wanna get to know you, a’ight? i’m not a bad guy.” his eyes are a little wide, watery from drinks and whatever else. it rings alarm bells in your head but you stare up at him regardless. maybe it was the drink that had you moving slower.

“you… you are a bad guy! you’re not nice!” it comes out childishly and you hate that for you, even pouting in frustration which makes the corners of his mouth twitch upwards. he thought you were the cutest thing ever, and he had to have you.

“so you’re tellin’ me… all i gotta do is start treating these nobodies nice and you’ll give me a chance?” he raises his eyebrows, ducking his head a little hopefully. you wanna slap him, tell him no and that you see through his little act. but… there’s something charming about him. something that’s drawing you in. what was it about rafe cameron that had everyone up in arms?

“its… definitely a start.” you cross your arms over yourself, sulking. he huffs out a relieved smile, running his fingers over his chin as he stares off, nodding.

“yeah i… i can do that.” he agrees and you stare at him expectedly, putting your wall back up.

“okay… are we done now? can i enjoy my night?” you sass, and he nods, holding his arm out to gesture to the doorway to the room everyone else was in.

“after you.” he drawls, watching you pass him. his eyes don’t leave the back of you, deadset on winning you over— and rafe always gets what he wants.

#anon #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron drabble #rafe cameron blurb

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rollinouttahere-writes · 1 year

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Lucky Break Prologue

Yandere Straw Hats x fem!Reader

5k words

I finally got this done, boy did it take longer than I had planned. I’ve worked hard on this and will continue to, so I hope everyone who takes the time to read this enjoys it! This fic is for the most part going to feature platonic yanderes, and the reader insert does use she/her pronouns.

There isn’t much One Piece stuff in this chapter, but there will be in the next.

When you’re a kid, everything seems so simple. You look around at the world around you and assume you know exactly how your life is going to go. After you finish high school, you’ll go to college and study for a major of your choosing. Immediately upon graduation, you’ll get a job in your desired field, and have a prosperous career to be proud of. Somewhere along the way, you’ll get married, maybe have some kids, and eventually enjoy a comfortable retirement where you will look back on your life with nothing but pride!

Yeah right. What a joke.

If provided with the opportunity to go back in time, you would kick your child-self’s ass for her naivety and optimism. How dare she foolishly get her own hopes up for a good and easy life.

Okay, so maybe you’re a little bitter, but who could blame you? Who isn’t disappointed with how at least one aspect of their life is going? It’s perfectly normal. Though, admittedly, for you it was wayyyy more than one aspect.

For starters, your job sucked. Not an uncommon complaint, but one that wore you down dramatically. Being a waitress was hell, but what could you do? You need money to live just like anyone else. Not that you were making much, not if the late fees were anything to go off.

You couldn’t get a better job because the more desirable jobs were all long since taken. Well, what few jobs you could apply for given the lack of a college degree. Oh yeah, you’re a college drop out. Much to the intense disappointment of your parents. They kicked you out when you told them and have hardly spoken to you since.

Seriously though, what did they want you to do? Keep going to school in hopes that you’ll magically figure out what you want to and go into horrible debt in the meantime? It’s easy to tell someone to keep going to college when you're not the one paying for it. You don’t understand how you’re the bad guy for not wanting to take your student loans to the grave.

It didn’t help that the friends you had have all slowly fallen out of contact with you since you moved away. You thought that maybe starting new somewhere else would be refreshing, foolishly not realizing how difficult making new friends as an adult is. You had some coworkers that you go along with well enough. They had even talked about meeting up outside of work to just hang out, but these plans never fully came to fruition thanks to conflicting schedules.

Whatever. Dwelling on it isn’t going to help you. You need to focus on the here and now.

Currently, you were on a bus, and not to go to work this time. No, you were going to indulge yourself tonight with a little urban exploration. Today’s target was a somewhat recently abandoned mall. It’s been closed for around a year now, long enough for retailers to take what they wanted and for cops to be beginning to lose interest in constantly patrolling it. It was still under surveillance, but nothing you didn’t know how to navigate.

You spent a couple weeks scoping out the place, a nearby cafe made it easy to do so without raising suspicion. There wasn’t any on site security to worry about, you just had to keep an eye out for the occasional cop car that would drive by. They only stopped to investigate if there was a car in the parking lot near the building. This wouldn’t be a problem for you given your lack of a personal vehicle.

The plan was straightforward. You’d already identified an entry point while poking around the building at night, an employee only door with a busted lock. It took a bit of elbow grease to jerk it open, but there wasn’t an alarm rigged to it, so it was perfect. All you needed to do was make sure no one spotted you as you went in, and you would be golden.

The bus was slowing to a stop, and it was your turn to get off. Shouldering your backpack, you scooted to the edge of the seat in preparation. As soon as it stopped, you were on your feet and hurrying to the door. The mall was only a couple blocks from here in a rapidly failing part of the city. The only businesses around there were the aforementioned cafe and a couple of thrift stores. Fortunately, your way in was facing away from those stores. As long as a cop wasn’t driving by as you snuck in, no one would see you.

As you made your way there, you could feel the excitement setting in. You didn’t have much in your life to look forward to, this was one of the few things that made you feel alive. The thrill of getting in and out without being caught was addictive if you were being completely honest with yourself.

There were other pros to it, too. Sometimes you got lucky and found something valuable that you could pawn. A forgotten piece of jewelry, a dropped phone, some abandoned tools, you never knew what you were going to find. Even if you didn’t find anything, it was fun to be able to explore an old building with no one around. It gave you this sense of adventure your life was otherwise devoid of.

Granted, there were risks. Cops being the biggest one. Having a criminal record sounded less than ideal to you. There was also the concern raised by the fact that you did this completely alone. If something went wrong and you got seriously hurt, no one would be likely to find out until it was too late. That, and the threat of encountering someone dangerous.

So far, you’ve gotten lucky, only ever personally running into a couple of other urban explorers that were fortunately perfectly nice. There had been a few other close calls, but you were able to avoid detection those times. Your mom used to harp on this, saying one of these days you would get killed or kidnapped while doing this. Maybe she was right, but you couldn’t say you cared that much.

At least you wouldn’t have to go to your next shift!

You shook your head at the depressing thought. It’s not good to think that way, even if it was how you felt.

The mall was just ahead now, you looked around the parking lot for any indicators that anyone else was here. Nothing. It was completely empty. Good. Despite your excitement, you keep your pace casual, not wanting to attract attention.

Taking a cursory glance around, you don’t see any cop cars on patrol. You’re officially out of sight of the nearby businesses, so you shift into a power walk, wanting to get inside quickly while no one is around. You put on some disposable gloves and also pull a facemask out of your pocket and fasten it onto your face. Partially in case the air is bad, but also to protect yourself in case there are any security cameras.

The door takes a good few pulls to open up, but that’s fine. You do one more look around, and upon seeing nothing, you go in. The second the door shuts, you’re thrown into darkness. You fish a flashlight out of your backpack and click it on. It became immediately apparent that you were not the first person to discover this way in, the walls were already covered in graffiti. That and there were some heroin needles on the ground. You know, the usual signs of life.

You carefully make your way down the hall, trying to make your way into the main part of the mall. The air was musky, the smell easily cutting through your mask. It was far from pleasant, but you’ve smelled worse. At least you weren’t smelling any shit (yet).

The door at the end of the hall was easier to open than the last, no resistance at all. You peek out, looking for anything concerning before stepping out. There was natural light coming in from some sliding glass doors nearby. Looks like this place used to be a Macy’s or something like that. Lingering near the glass doors wouldn’t be a good idea, so you hurry off away from it. Once you’re in the main part of the mall you shouldn’t have to worry about being spotted from the outside.

The former maybe-macy’s was picked clean, they didn’t leave anything behind besides the counters and some flyers advertising a long since past sale. No shelves, no mannequins that would give you a heart attack if you saw them out of the corner of your eye, nothing.

Outlets in malls were typically very thorough when cleaning out after closing, you doubt you’ll find anything valuable here unless some other explorer left something behind. Oh well. You do this more for the experience than anything.

You found the way out pretty quick and took in the sight of the abandoned mall. Even after being closed for a year, it still had a certain beauty to it. The research you did on the mall told you it was built in the early 70’s and the architecture reflected it. The ceiling had a quirky pattern to it, with blocks of it being solid and other blocks being glass to let natural light in.

There was also an artsy metal structure that climbed all the way up to the second floor, and a big water fountain that acted as the centerpiece. Granted, all of this was decorated with a layer of broken glass from the shattered guardrails on the second floor, but still. This kind of decor was rare to see in modern malls, with all of them wanting to be as plain as possible. This was a pleasant change of scenery.

You meandered through the open space, glass crunching under your boots with each step. The escalators were right ahead of you. Like the guardrails, the glass on was also shattered, but that didn’t matter. As long as the stairs were in one piece, you could still climb them.

You had a specific destination in mind for your visit here. Yes, you would like to see every nook and cranny, but the movie theater was especially exciting. You’ve never been in an abandoned theater before, so you were dying to see it and made a beeline for it.

It was damn near on the opposite side of the building, but that just gave you a chance to see what other places you could check out later. While many people find places like this unsettling at best, you found an odd sense of comfort in it. Part of it was the silence. Provided no one else rocked up, the noisiest thing you would hear would be some birds flying through.

There was also the nostalgia of being in a mall and seeing the familiar, albeit vacated, stores you remember from your childhood. Malls simply aren’t what they used to be, and it’s nice to reminisce on what once was. Sure, it’s not like you could afford to shop at one, but just being able to walk around and window shop was enjoyable. At least you could still do the walking around part even when they’re closed.

As you make your way down the second story walkway, you take note of all the signs of life around you. Lots of spiders have set up shop with massive webs in every corner to make meals of the local insect population. Nests were crammed into the spaces in between letters on the remaining signs, and although you haven’t seen any, there are enough droppings here to indicate the presence of a thriving rodent society. That means there’s probably some stray cats lurking around here, too. You hope you get to see one. There’s a laser pointer on your keyring and some treats in your pockets just for such occasions.

You look up and are thrilled to finally be at the theater. There are blank rectangles on the wall from where movie posters used to be. The sign that used to display movies and showtimes now simply says closed. Well, technically it says ‘CL S D’, but you got the drift.

The lobby is surprisingly intact. The ticket and snack counters are both still here, even the glass around the ticket counter was unbroken. Some of the old snack machines still remained, which surprised you. It was faint, but you think you could still pick up on the smell of popcorn. It could also just be a placebo effect but shh.

You hop over the snack counter to see what’s back there. The first thing you notice is how sticky the floor is, your boots sticking with each step. The remaining machines are in rough shape, but that’s to be expected. The nozzle on one of the slushie machines was snapped clean off, and the doors on the popcorn machine were just gone. You meticulously opened all the drawers and cabinets, hoping to find something interesting. You didn’t. Just some garbage and rat shit.

Moving on, you head towards the really exciting part. The showing rooms. You can’t help but pick up the pace as you run into one, only to feel a touch disappointed. It was completely gutted. The screen, the chairs, nothing was left. Who the hell even wanted a bunch of old ass movie theater seats? Where did they go?

There was a problem though, the area near where the screen would be was completely flooded. You shine your light up to the ceiling and are baffled that there’s no hole for this much water to leak through. Where the hell did it all come from? It also smelled weirdly fishy? The fish smell was so potent that it almost distracted you from all the mold on the fabric covered walls. Yikes. “N95 mask don’t fail me now,” you mumbled under your breath.

Whatever. Spinning on your heels, you head for the stairs to go to the top of the room. They’re creaky and the carpet is coming off of them in bits and pieces.

There really wasn’t much of a reason to come up here beyond it just felt like the right thing to do. You decide to peek through the window to the projection room. Surprisingly, it’s very cluttered in there, it almost looks like a storage room. Oh, you’re definitely going to have to go in there!

… But how?

Now that you’re thinking about it, how do you even get inside one of these? It must be behind some sort of staff only door. You hope it’s not locked, there was a lot of stuff in there.

You rush down the stairs, ecstatic at what a good find this was. Once you’re in the hallway, you whip your head around to locate any possible entrance, and you find it. A plain, unmarked door between two of the theater rooms. Bingo. You twist the knob, but it doesn’t budge.

Not bingo.

It’s unlikely that the keys for this door are still here… but you can’t just let this go. After testing the fortitude of the door with a few kicks and yanks, you resolve to look for the key despite the low odds of actually finding it.

The most likely place it would be would be a main office or something. You head back to the lobby, that’s probably where the door to one would be. The beam of your flashlight flits over the surrounding walls in search of a side door.

Some fallen ceiling tiles and wires almost hid it from you, but there it was. You pick up what looks like a snapped off broom handle and use it to push the debris out of the way and keep the wires off you while you try the door, praying that this won’t also be locked.

It doesn’t turn. Dammit! Out of sheer frustration, you give it a violent shake. It snaps clean off, the knob from the other side loudly clattering to the ground. Looks like your luck is coming back around.

The door still takes a bit of rattling to shake loose the remaining bits of the old locking mechanism, but it finally creaked open. Wasting no time, you hurried in, observing the new area. While it was dirty, it was untouched by graffiti and general vandalism. It’s a simple long hallway with two doors. You get to the first and open it up, greeted by the sight of an old bathroom.

The mirror above the sink doubles as a medicine cabinet, so you decide to check it out. When you pull it open, the whole door comes right off. Oops. The cabinet in question didn’t have anything interesting in it, only being occupied by a bottle of tums, some nail clippers, and a box of dental floss. Thrilling stuff.

You move on and head for the other door. Surely that has to be the office. The door clicks open again, thank god. You grin to yourself, it is the office. The desk is right in front of you and in good shape, not appearing to have been tampered with this past year. Excellent.

It’s surprisingly clean in here. There is some dust, but not nearly as much as you would have expected. The desk itself is old and made of wood. It honestly looks way too nice to have been left here. The chair is, weirdly enough, not present. What, that was worthy of being taken but not the desk? Whatever. It’s not important.

You’re quick to start rifling through the drawers. Paperwork, pack of gum, more paperwork, some pens, a few paperclips, even more paperwork… it’s not looking good. Your heart is sinking with each passing second. You squat and look under the desk as a last ditch effort. Your light reflects off something. Keys!

There’s a strip of tape attached to them, like someone had taped them to the underside of the desk rather than using one of the drawers. An odd decision, but who cares? These might be the keys you need!

Not wanting to waste any more time, you run back to the possible projector room door. The key ring has several keys on it, so there’s a bit of trial and error to go through in your attempts to unlock it. Your heart rate steadily picks up as you go through each key with no success. It’s not until the second to last key that you finally hear that much anticipated ‘click’.

The door is surprisingly heavy, you really have to pull to get it open enough to slip through. It loudly slams shut behind you and you’re met with the sight of two staircases. The room you saw through the window should be on the right.

The stairs are carpeted but not as worn as the ones in the theater, making them less of a tripping hazard. Dust is being kicked up with each step, you can see clouds of it flying through the air and clinging to cobwebs.

Now you’re at the top and there’s another door. This one wasn’t locked. The room itself honestly resembles a boiler room to you. Pipes and cables were running along the walls, and the walls weren’t painted. There was a table in front of the window where the projector would have been.

That’s not what made you want to see this room though. Shelves were along every wall and they were loaded. You’re gonna need both hands for this. Luckily, you have a lantern type of flashlight in your backpack just for situations like this. You fish it out, click it on, and set it on the projector table before turning back to the shelves.

There were lots of boxes, so you grab the nearest one and bring it over to the table to go through it. It’s full of what you think are spare parts for a projector, though you don’t know enough about this stuff to be sure.

The next box has some old broken lenses. Then one with tools. You even found some film, but it seemed blank. You held it up to the light and saw absolutely nothing. You suppose it makes sense for all these things to be in here, but you can’t help but wish there was something more exciting.

You pull down another box, this one from the top shelf and open it expecting to see glass cleaner or something like that, but instead you find another, smaller box. You pull it out, and it looks like a jewelry box. There’s an image on the top of it: a skull and crossbones that’s biting what looks like a wand. Interesting. It kinda looks like something you would see on a pirate flag. What were those called again? Jolly Rogers? Yeah, that sounds right.

You give it a little shake and hear something clatter inside it. Trying to open it, however, is fruitless. It’s locked. All the keys you got earlier are way too big to fit the hole, but you think it should be easy enough to break open yourself at home.

A genuine smile spreads across your face, you found something cool this time! The jewelry box goes into your backpack, and you’re about to resume your search when you hear something. It sounds like voices in the hall.

Quickly, but quietly, you snatch your lantern to turn it off and creep down the stairs and towards the door to try and listen better. There are two sets of footsteps but only one voice.

“-nd today WE are doing an overnight challenge in a haunted abandoned mall!”

You cringe. Oh great. Youtubers. Liars too based off that comment about the mall being haunted. In all the research you did on this place, you never saw so much as one ghost sighting.

Huffing out a sigh, you know that your fun is going to be cut short. There’s no telling whether or not these idiots parked right by the front door. You need to get out before cops show up. That, and you don’t want to accidentally end up in one of their videos. You can practically see the title now: “REAL ghost sighting at ABANDONED mall??? SCARY!!! (NOT CLICKBAIT)”

No thank you.

Lucky for you, you’ve already got a nice find, so at least you’re not leaving empty handed. You wait until they go into one of the theaters to leave the room, carefully easing the door open and closed. After a moment of thought, you lock it, too. You want this to be untouched when you come back. Naturally, this means you’re taking the keys with you. They can’t be that important to anyone if they got left behind like this.

Your escape from the mall and trip back home was uneventful for the most part. You were able to leave unnoticed and before cops got there. The youtubers did, indeed, park at the front door, so it was only a matter of time.

The apartment complex you lived in was kinda run down, but overall not that bad. Sure, it was dingy and the bathroom had a mold problem, but it kept you warm and dry so things could be worse.

After entering your apartment, you immediately lock your door behind you. No sense leaving it unlocked and letting some creep in. With that taken care of, you drop your backpack by the couch and go to grab some tools.

You unceremoniously plop yourself onto the couch and toss a screwdriver and hammer onto the coffee table. You bring out the old jewelry box and really look at it now that you’re in a properly lit room. The dust was really caked on, prompting you to use your sleeve to wipe away the bulk of it.

The picture was very detailed. The skull and crossbones were painted beautifully, even the small wand looked lovely. The box was wooden, expertly varnished. You already feel bad that you’re going to have to break this open. Hopefully you’ll be able to keep the damage to a minimum, that way you can use it for yourself after this.

Experimentally, you try to pull it open again. It does have some give to it, but not enough to actually get it open. You grab the screwdriver and wedge it into the sliver of space between the lid and the box. You try and pry it open. It creaks a little, opens up slightly more, but stops short. Okay, time for the big guns.

Using your feet to hold either side of it in place, you grab the hammer, aim, and bring it down on the screwdriver handle. You hear a crack, but it’s still closed. You raise your arm and bring it down again, harder this time.

CRACK

Both the plastic screwdriver handle and the lock shatter from the force of the blow. You discard the hammer onto the floor next to the bits of handle and throw open the box.

There’s only two things in there. A rolled up piece of paper, and a necklace. The pendant on the necklace sports the same image as the top of the jewelry box over a bronze lattice patterned circle. You gingerly pick it up. It’s thin and feels brittle, like you could snap it in half without much force. What’s the point of a necklace being this fragile?

You set it back down gently and pick up the paper. It’s almost as bad as the necklace, it looks very old and is crumbling around the edges. Slowly, you unfurl it and see there’s a message scrawled onto it with red ink.

“Congratulations on your lucky find

I wonder what desire you have in mind

Close your eyes, make a wish, and break the pendant in two

Whatever you want most will come to you”

An eyebrow quirks up and the strange rhyme. What, was this left by a genie? You sigh, and here you thought you might get something valuable out of this.

Still… What would it hurt to play along for a second?

You grab the pendant again and examine it while you mull over what to wish for. Money? Nah. Money can be earned, however difficult it may be. If you’re gonna be using some sort of (allegedly) all powerful magic necklace, it should be something more unobtainable. What do you really want?

If you’re completely honest with yourself, you hate where you are in life right now. The monotony, the loneliness, everything. You need a new start. A new start with some new friends. Friends that actually give a shit about you. Anyone that loves you for you. Yeah, that sounds good.

Leaning back, you close your eyes and make your wish. You’re not sure you need to say it out loud, but do anyway, “I wish to have a fresh start somewhere new. A place with adventure where I can be loved.”

The pendant snaps in half easily. You hold your breath and wait. Nothing. You crack an eye open. You’re still in your same old apartment. Of course you are. Why did you think that would work? How childish.

Even though you expected this, you can’t help the wave of bitterness that washes over you. Angrily, you stuff the broken pendant into your pocket and grab your backpack. You stand up to go put this shit away, but…

You fall through the floor.

The floor didn’t break, it’s like it just ceased to exist. As you fall, everything goes black, and there isn’t a sound to be heard besides your own screaming. What’s happening? What’s going on? Shit, was that stupid thing really magical??? Was it fucking cursed???

Trying not to panic wasn’t even being considered, how could anyone not freak out from this? So here you are, screaming and crying while holding onto your backpack for dear life as if it’s going to help you right now.

Suddenly, you can see light coming from underneath you. You’re torn between being relieved to see light and being terrified that you’re about to splatter onto the ground. A wave of warmth hits you, carrying the smell of sea water. You realize that the ‘ground’ beneath you is actually a huge body of water.

And then you’re in it.

There wasn’t enough time to prepare for the sudden immersion. Water flooded into your open mouth and you scrambled and flailed in an attempt to get to the surface. As you break the surface, you’re coughing and hacking the salty water out of your lungs. You weren’t anywhere near the ocean, how are you suddenly fighting for your life in one?

You whip your head around and are horrified to see absolutely nothing, No land or ships in sight. Oh my god. You’re going to die out here.

“HEEYYY! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”

You attempt to spin around to identify your potential savior, but a wave hits you, knocking you under the water again. Dammit, no! Not like this!

Miraculously, you get back to the surface again, and the second you do, something grabs onto your shoulder and pulls. And pulls. And keeps pulling. You went from almost drowning to feeling like you’re flying over the surface of the ocean. In an attempt to feel some semblance of security, you grab onto whatever is holding you.

It… it feels like a hand??? No, that doesn’t make sense, who could be pulling you along like this with their hand???

“Luffy, you need to slow down! You’re pulling her in too fast!”

You try to look over your shoulder to see what the hell is going on, and through your hair you think you can make out what looks like two people on a small boat. The boat is already very close and rapidly getting closer. Way too close!

THWACK

And everything goes dark again.

#one piece #yandere one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #one piece reader insert #yandere #platonic yandere #monkey d luffy #zoro roronoa #this prologue got so out of hand it was only supposed to be like 1k words i don't know what happened #lucky break

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noahjuy · 5 months

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No Pity Required - C:Caerus

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You didn't realize that a mistake could change your whole life. You were running away from your family, you can choose the reason why. But you ended up getting lost in another empire, you didn't realize how long you've been walking and running while eating whatever you could find in your backpack. But you didn't expect to see an Emperor walking around, didn't you? Just as you were about to hide, you were faced in front of the emperor looking dead into your eyes as if he's trying to figure out something.

After a little talk, he decided to.. keep you in his empire. At first, you thought you were just being delusional and this is not happening. You refused over and over but do you think that an Emperor would take no as an answer? It's more like a demand, honestly. You thought it was a good thing at first.He lets you walk freely around the castle, feeds you, getting taken care of, getting spoiled by whatever Caerus gave to you but why did you even try to leave? He was a manipulative bastard who kept controlling you around and demanding so many things from you till you feel like you're about to pass out.

So everyday, you were planning to escape. It has been a few rough months ever since you were locked up here so you had no problem memorizing every single inch of the castle. And one night while he was away for business, you escaped full of bravery and decided to hide somewhere.

The next morning was a mess, a chaos all because of the Emperor. Caerus couldn't handle you running away from him especially after what he did for you within all these months. He sent thousands of soldiers guarding every single small spot around the city and the empire, they were everywhere. What are you going to do now? You can't just go back, you worked so hard to get here but now you have to find a way.

An Emperor who decided to keep you in his castle since you have caught the Caerus's attention, you were locked in the castle but things went wrong when you escaped the castle.Caerus was way too possessive, his sadistic personality. So you planned to escape. You knew this could make it even worse but you can't handle it anymore.Now things were a mess. There were soldiers and guards everywhere around trying to find you. No matter how hard you try, you'll be in his arms again. Maybe.

You ran as fast as you can, you had to stay alive. You knew this would cost your life if they ever found you. Soldiers were guarding every single place, there were so many and there were even more than you can imagine.But you ran and ran, you hid in a small corner hoping they wouldn't find you. You were so tired, you couldn't run any longer. It's been hours of running ever since you escaped that hell.You heard someone approaching, you tried to stay quiet and not draw any attention but to your surprise that person was the Emperor.

You've decided to keep quiet, hoping that the Emperor will tell you that you're not here.

You didn't say a word, you saw Caerus in front of your eyes looking right at you. Before you could react he had grabbed you, you were trying to escape but your body froze in a sudden shock.Caerus was cold, cold as a block of ice and his face showed a sinister evil smile. He held you tightly by the chin and stared right into your eyes. His voice was terrifying.

— You didn't seriously thought you could escape from me, did you?

— E-emperor! - You unconsciously screamed, trying to get out of Caerus's grip.

— I gave you a chance, I gave you everything. Why the hell did you run? Why?!

His voice was terrifying, cold and demanding, his grip on you felt like his grip could crush your cheeks any moment. He was so mad he forgot to control his strength but the worst part is he enjoyed squeezing your face.

— I just want to be free.

— No, you belong here with me.

You tried to escape once again, trying to use your strength to make his grip lose a little. When he felt your arm moving the slightest bit, his grip got even tighter.

— Don't even try to escape from me. You're my possession now, you belong to me.

— I'm not a thing, Emperor - you said, looking at the Emperor with a look full of anger.

— You are now - the way he looks at you, you could tell that he was being dead serious. He had planned something worse in his mind.

He pulled you closer, you could feel him breathing in your face. You wanted to breathe again, you wanted to escape from this hell.He lifted you up and carried you in his arms. Your face was completely red because his grip was so tight and his hands were so cold. His voice was frightening and cold.

— Don't lie to yourself.

— I'm not lying.

— You don't want to admit that you're now my possession? Don't worry, I'll make sure to remind you every single day - he smiled and caressed your chin. You felt so cold for a moment.

— Emperor, lower me to the ground

— What? Why would I do that?

His grip tightened, it felt like your breath got cut out of you. He put you over his shoulder. His grip was so tight that every part of you felt numb.

— Where do you think you're trying to go?

— I... Well, definitely not to you - You turned your head away, not wanting the conversation to continue.

The Emperor has decided not to torment you any longer, and to continue to investigate the situation in the castle.

The next day.

The next day, you sat on a chair in front of the window and combed your hair so you wouldn't go crazy with boredom.

The doors were locked so you couldn't run even if you had this sudden burst of adrenaline.

That's when you heard someone trying to enter your room. At first you were terrified but it was him. It was the emperor, Caerus.

— Are you trying to look good for me that you're even fixing your hair?

He opened the door himself, he sat down on one of the chairs in your room and fixed his hanfu. He had a sinister evil smile on his face.

— I'm doing it for myself. - you put the hairbrush on the windowsill.

— I love how you're trying to act tough in front of me but everyone knows you're still just a fragile little thing.

He looked at you, cold and emotionless. His eyes were cold, but his smile was something that could make anyone run away.

You want to punch that bitch in the face.

Without warning, he grabbed you and kissed you forcefully, you were caught off guard. His hands were cold and his kisses were cold. You were too terrified.

You couldn't say a word, you were too shaken up. His grip was tight, his cold hands and his cold kisses.

— I told you, - he said with a grin - you're just a fragile little thing.

— You're a bastard emperor.

He slapped your right cheek with his cold hand, his face didn't show any signs of mercy or remorse. You could feel your cheek turning red and it hurt.

— What did you just say?

— What you've heard.

— I don't believe that a peasant like you could speak this way to an emperor who's done nothing but provide for you.

With each word he said, he slapped one side of your face. The hard slaps made your eyes swell up. Your cheeks were red from all the hits, tears started to form in your eyes.

— You're...just too cruel, Emperor.

He put his finger on your lip to make sure you stay quiet. His finger was cold and you felt like crying.

— You need discipline.

You tried to speak but he slapped you again, you were too afraid to make any kind of sound.

— Don't you have concubines for pleasure? - you speak, hoping that the Emperor will leave the room, after this question.

— You are my pleasure.

He said with a smirk on his face.He put his hands around your, his eyes was cold but his smile was more terrifying.

Open to requests. I don't really like it, I think I'll do the second part. I will try to improve my writing skills. If you notice any errors, please contact me.

Translation or publication is only allowed with my permission.

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ferrersbiggestfan · 6 months

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Requested by: @reader1402

Dean Winchester x fem!reader

An: Thank you so much for requesting and following! I am so happy because you decided to give me a chance without me even posting yet! so thank you so much and i hope you enjoy :-) (For some effects, Dean is going to be 28 and the reader is gonna be 23, so pretty much Sam’s age)

Summary: You get jealous of Dean, he says some hurtful things but later on regrets it.

Warnings: A little angsty, some light fluff somewhere, annoyed reader

Word Count: Tbh? I lost count 😅 sorry!

Requests are Open!!

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One week earlier…

“Listen Dean, come on. I’m tired of having to fight in your shadow all the time.. Dear mother of Crowley! Bobby trained me, I have taken you AND Sam on and I’ve won. I got this. Its a simple salt and burn.” You say in hopes of softening this goddamn stubborn Winchester.

“Listen kid, I said no. That’s final.” He says firmly grabbing a slice of pie from the fridge. You scoff angrily strutting to your room. The bunker may be a little bit cold for a house but its home. You, Sam, Dean, all managed to actually make it cozy enough to be comfortable.

“SAAAAM, Deano is being an ass, per usual! and I’m not a kid! I’m only 5 years younger than you, Jerk!”. You scream at Dean slamming your door.

One week later..

That small but agitated fight was the start of a series. Everytime you bump into him its a goddamn fight and he won’t lose; you won’t either though so the fight continues.

“come on Dean, maybe she just feels a little left out, that’s all.” Sam says to Dean as he drives back to the bunker. Both of them in the Impala, just after a simple salt and burn in Wisconsin.

“She’s not ready yet, I’m not willing to let her or anyone else get hurt, much less for a hunt that we can do ourselves, Sammy. I can’t loser her too” Dean sighs as Sam looks at him knowing why he was being so hard on you. After a little bit they get to the bunker opening the door which was sealed and concealed with at least 20 sigils of protection.

They walk in as you greet them shyly. “Hey Dean.. so i found a case. It sounds like a ghost so I’d say its pretty easy and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me or of you’re not up for it I could go! You guys must be tired so i can get this one.” you say hopeful, wishing he would agree or even let you assist on the case.

The reason you won’t go alone is simply because you have no car, no fake id and minimal experience even though Bobby trained you, you were still pretty new to the game.

The next few events escalated pretty quickly.. Sam sits down groaning in annoyance. These type of fights were nothing short of new but he knew nor you or Dean would soon actually say or talk about the thing that its really important. You both might fight but he knows Dean would probably even hurt him if something happened to you. He was simply too protective but only because he’s in love with you, and you love him. Sammy has heard quite a few late night thoughts both from his brother and best friend but you and Dean are just too stubborn to admit anything to eachother.

“You are such an asshole Dean, seriously! I never get to do anything! you treat me like I’m some kind of kid all the goddamn time.” you scream pretty much exploding on him like never before.

“Acting this way won’t get you anywhere, KID.” He remarks his last words knowing it will only infuriate you more. You get all up on him even though he was much taller than you.

“First, I’m not a kid, Jerk. Second, I’m 23 goddam years old, i can do whatever i want.” You stomp your feet a little bit as he leans closer looking down at you a little bit intimidatingly. You look up at him as your mouth gapes a little in shock.

This was new for him. You blush a little bit but not backing down whatsoever.

“Go on.” He mutters at you as you shake your crazy thoughts. “I’m jealous Dean.. I want to do everything you and Sam do.. i mean you’re literal heroes. I want to be apart of this team and i know i will be a good asset.. please.” You say in a low tone looking at him, and vice versa.

“That’s nonsense Y/N, stop being stubborn and just do whatever you are meant to do which is stay here!”. he says quite harshly and loud as you gasp softly. “Dean!” Sam says shocked at his brothers words.

Your eyes water as you storm out of the room and going to yours and Sam follows you. A few minutes later you hear someone by the door. You sob quietly trying to be heard or scolded by Dean any more than he already does. Sam knocks on your door.

“Y/N? Can i come in?”. He says softly as you nod a little bit hugging your knees in bed.

He sits down besides you and sighs. “Listen, Dean means well, he just has a hard time expressing it.”

“I’m tired, Sammy.. all he does is put me down all the time..I love him Sammy and it hurts.. i just want to be like him and he won’t even give me a chance”. You mutter softly as he hugs you. “It’s gonna be okay.. I’m here”. He kisses your forehead as you nod gently hugging him back.

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Dean was in the garage cleaning his guns, Sammy walks in as Dean looks up. “How is she?”

“Shaken up.” He says coldly as Dean scoffs. “You going to be mad too? what am I? the bad guy here? Come on, Sammy.”

“Come on what, Dean? You do this everytime she gets the courage to talk to you! I wouldn’t even be surprised if she left right now. She wants to be you Dean, she just wants your approval.” Sam sighs putting his hands in his front pant pockets.

“Not gonna happen.” Dean says cold as Sam scoffs and leaves.

Dean’s Pov:

Its been hours since the fight and its quiet. After Sammy came by I just went on about my day like usual but she hasn’t spoken to me all day..

Was I really that bad?

I stop by her bedroom’s door but regret it quite quickly and head to the kitchen to make some food.

Man, i must be the biggest Son of a Bitch of All. Why am I so scared of seeing her hurt? I’ve loved my share of woman but why is she so different? Why is it different? She’s annoying, a kid and.. she’s..perfect in every goddamn way. She bakes me pies everytime I get out of a bad hunt. She trains everyday but always waits for me to join. Hell, she even stays with me after a nightmare.

I love her and i treat her like hell everytime.. but its all to keep her safe, i would rather her hate me than something happens to her.

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Dean heads to the room holding some flowers, he was kinda nervous since he knew he fucked up but he couldn’t take it anymore. It’s been 8 hours, 23 minutes and 27 seconds since you last spoke to him or even looked at him. It was killing him.

“Sweetheart? You in there? Can we talk?” He knocks softly on your door as you mumble a quiet come in. He walks in seeing you read on your bed. He walks to you and puts the flowers down.

“What do you want, Dean? I’m not really in the mood for your stupid remarks”. You spite out as he chuckles a bit at your reaction.

You frown. “You think this is a joke, don’t you? You always do this..” You scoff and stand up but he holds your wrist.

“Let me go Dean, i mean it”. You look at him as he stands up looking down at you.

“Can you just let me go I have to be somewhere around at-“. You were quickly cut off by his lips. He kisses you gently but passionately. You kiss back as the shock wears off and he holds your cheek gently. You both pull apart for a little bit as he smiles.

“I’m sorry for being a Dick.. I never meant to hurt your feelings. I don’t want to see you hurt even though I know you can probably kick my ass if you wanted to. The truth is.. I love you too much, i can’t.. I can’t lose you too Y/N”. He looks into your eyes as you gasp a little bit not expecting that at all. You quickly smile and kiss him again excitedly as he falls back into your bed.

“I love you too Jerk, I can’t believe it took you this long to figure it out. oh, and you’re forgiven but only if i get to drive Baby for the next three cases”. You say serious as he sighs and nods. “Its only fair, sweetheart”. He smiles and kisses you again.

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That is the END, my Loves! Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed my first imagine and I hope I did justice to your request.

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lovekz · 9 months

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leaving tonight

syn -> after izana disappeared mysteriously one night, you were first to find him after twelve years.

beware of... depression, izana’s last name becomes sano, cursing, mentions of suicide

three loud pangs at your window is what shook you out of your sleep.

you groaned quietly, sitting up to squint at it. what the hell was all that noise and what was even making it?

two more pebbles came quickly, landing at your window and colliding with the glass before falling.

you walked over and opened it, squinting down to see who it was.

it was izana, and he looked fairly distraught. his hair was a mess, black sweats hanging low as if they weren’t his, and a hoodie.

you would’ve thought someone was trying to rob you if it weren’t for his silver hair blowing due to the night wind.

did he just get out of bed and come straight here or something?

your phone buzzed in your hand and you looked at it, frowning at the bright light emitting from it.

zanaa : come down here. bring a bag or something.

so you did just that.

you gotten dressed and packed a bag with a brush, blanket, some water, and a few tissues in case the night air made your noses runny.

you quickly snooped out of the house and made your way over to him, immediately letting the male take your bag.

“did you just wake up?” you asked quietly, following him down the road.

he shook his head, stuffing his hands in his pockets and looking up at the moon as he walked.

something was on his mind, but he seemed to have wanted to take you somewhere just before he spoke.

and your assumption was right.

he’d taken you to a park near some apartments. a park you used to meet up at for school and what not.

“so. she broke up with me.” izana said, sitting on the bench and leaning back.

you sat next to him with wide eyes, watching him be so nonchalant.

it didn’t even look like it hurt him.

it was like a relationship of three years ending out of nowhere didn’t even affect him one bit.

“was.. was it because of me?” you asked quietly, pulling out the blanket to cover him with.

izana’s girlfriend was always openly jealous of you because of the fact that you were closer to the sano’s.

their grandpa and shinichiro weren’t exactly the fondest of her. mikey and emma hated her with all their beings.

but the minute it came to you, they were all good moods and talking great things on your name.

it’s not exactly the best thing to hear from your boyfriends family.

especially when they keep asking when you’re coming back around her.

izana looked at you and chuckled, before looking away. “don’t be ridiculous.” he muttered, nudging you playfully.

you rolled your eyes and leaning into him more, sharing the blanket.

“i don’t know why she did. it was sudden.” izana sighed, looking at you.

you nodded, resting your head on the bench you were seated on.

your parents were overseas, so the two of you could very well have sat in your house and talked about this.

but izana was impulsive. maybe he had chosen this park for a reason.

“what would you say if.. i were to disappear tomorrow?” izana asked abruptly, looking at you.

“good riddance. i’ll finally be able to get some sleep.” you joked, effectively making the male laugh.

you laughed along with him, feeling him huddle a little closer for warmth.

“but seriously? i’d.. i’d hope you do well. become successful, do what you want, and just.. be free. i’d support you in everyway.” you admitted.

izana nodded, shooting you a smile. a grateful one.

it was the most you’d seen izana actually smile in his entire life. besides when he effectively taught emma to ride a bike of course.

“i don’t really know what i’m meant to be doing here. but knowing you’ll support me no matter what gives me motivation. thank you.” izana spoke softly, standing up and lifting you with him.

you nodded, smiling back at him.

after izana took you home, you had gone to sleep and didn’t even think about his words that night.

he stayed over, opting to sleep on your little windowsill couch in your room over your bed.

though of course, his legs hung over the edge of it and his arms were an uncomfortable position.

but he slept, and he slept good. he had everything next to him on the floor.

however the next morning, you couldn’t find the sliver haired beauty anywhere.

there was no trance and no proof that the sano had spent the night at your house. not even a single piece of hair.

he was gone.

the sano residence couldn’t find him, and neither could the s-62 generation.

izana sano had been erased from the earth in a matter of a few hours.

it’s been twelve years since izana’s disappearance.

everyone had no choice but to move on with their life and hold his memories in their hearts.

you had enrolled in college now, studying astrobiology. something you and izana had spoken about in your early ages.

life on other planets and what not. it intrigued you as kids. you would have never guess it would continue to intrigue you as you grew.

or maybe it was just izana that you held in your heart.

oh well, it didn’t matter now. it’s been twelve years and you haven’t seen any signs of his existence. you had hoped he was alright.

when classes finished, you got into your car and begun driving home.

it was just a bit away and you had barely gotten any sleep the night before.

the radio turned on and almost immediately your eyes widened.

“and on this fine afternoon we are here with izana kurokawa!” the male voice said with a cheery voice.

last you had remembered, izana’s last name was not kurokawa, but you decided to listen in anyway.

and the more you listened to him give his life story on the radio, the more tears built up in your eyes.

his description had matched your missing izana perfectly. ran away from home, dependent half little sister, adopted little brother, and the perfect older brother.

he revealed he had a show in a few weeks, and he was doing a giveaway to backstage access.

you pulled over and opened your phone immediately.

you had to try your luck. you had to see if this was your missing izana from all those years ago.

luck was on your side, as you were able to score tickets for his show with one of the best seats.

the show was amazing, but you knew very well a lot of his fans weren’t here for the music. most didn’t even know the words.

his looks were more appealing than anything else.

and the more you looked at him from your seat, the more you had began seeing similarities to izana sano.

the daring purple eyes, snow hair covering his ears, and a smile that never quite met his eyes all the time.

if this wasn’t izana sano, you had no idea who it was.

once the show came to the end, you stood up from your seat and grabbed your things, wiping the tears from your eyes and taking a deep breath.

“excuse me, miss?” you heard beside you, a tap on your shoulder getting your fullest attention.

you turned around and raised your eyebrow. it was the security that stood beside the stage.

“do you mind telling us your ticket number?” one of them asked, holding a fairly notepad in his hand.

you read off the number on your ticket and looked at him confused, handing him the ticket and watching him write something.

“congratulations. you won the raffle for the backstage meet and greet.” he spoke, showing you the results.

the next few minutes of your life felt unreal.

you were guided backstage and was able to dodge all the ladies who had wanted to be in your place.

you had seen rumors of what he’d done backstage with a few ladies, but that wasn’t the topic right now.

after twelve years, you were finally going to see him.

you walked into the room and it was silent. there was a couch and a few mirrors. food as well.

the back door opened and izana walked in, smiling sweetly at you.

“hey there. so you won the raffle hm?” he asked, having a seat on the stool a few feet away from you.

he didn’t have to though, because you stood up almost immediately and covered your eyes.

“izana..” you muttered quietly, still in shock to see him in person. in front of your face.

“yeah it’s me. in the flesh. would you like anything signed before you ask questions?” izana asked, digging through his pocket for a marker.

“sano. izana sano. is that your name?” you asked, you just wanted to confirm it.

izana blinked a few times, before laughing softly and shaking his head. “no. i’m izana kurokawa. don’t know who izana sano is.” he said while looking away.

you shook your head and sniffled, tilting your head back and taking a deep breath.

movement was heard, and sooner or later, izana had you in his embrace.

“how do you know that name?” he asked, whispering in your ear and rubbing your back smoothly.

“i’ve been looking for you for years. ever since you disappeared from my house.” you replied, hugging him back.

izana said your name softly and held you tight, closing his eyes and sniffling softly.

you had finally found him.

that night, the two of you caught up and you even allowed him to take you back to his home.

it wasn’t humongous, just a nice penthouse comfortable for a small family to live it. it made you wonder why he had a home like this.

you sat at his bar counter with him, seeing him sigh quietly.

“this was my last show for a bit. glad to finally catch a break.” he smiled, putting his head down and looking up at you.

you nodded quietly, relaxing into the seat.

“did.. you find it? what you’re meant to be doing here?” you asked, looking at him with a much softer expression.

those were his last words to you, and it sits on repeat in your head every time you think about him.

he rested his head on his arms and looked up at his ceiling, humming while thinking about his answer.

“just a bit. didn’t get too far but, i’m getting there.” izana chuckled, shrugging his shoulders and closing his eyes.

you nodded while taking a small sip of the water he offered you. sitting next to him still felt so surreal.

it feels like it was just yesterday the two of you were in your room sleeping.

“your siblings miss you.” you started quietly, looking over to him with a bittersweet smile.

izana noticeably freezes up beside you, picking his head up from his arms and sitting up straight.

it must’ve been a hard topic for him, because he doesn’t reply for a good two or three minutes.

“how’s… how’s emma? and mikey?” izana questions, though it’s barely audible.

you hear him though, placing a comforting hand to his back with a small smile.

“she and draken are finally together. have been for a few years. mikey is a professional racer.” you inform.

izana merely nods, smiling just at the thought of his siblings being content with their lives.

not dwelling on the fact that their brother had up and left one day without letting anyone know.

“i’ll have to go see them one day. let them know i’m alive.” izana says quietly, looking over to you.

you nod, flashing him a smile. “let me know when you do, okay? i’ll have space.” you offer, watching him smile back.

“i’ll do that.” izana whispers, before pulling you into a hug.

oh how much you missed each other.

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jawritter · 1 year

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Carry On

Chapter 19

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 3097

Warnings: Angst/Flangst, mentions of male masturbation, S*ut talk. Dealing with life after an injury, mentions of Body Dysmorphia.

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!

A/N: This fic is beta’d by @kazsrm67 Thanks so much love! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this ride with me!

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Y/N would have thought that by now, not sleeping would have been something that she was quite used to, but as she sat alone in the kitchen of what was Dean’s childhood home…now her home…at somewhere around six in the morning, she wondered if she was possibly too tired and stressed to sleep, which only added to her mounting exhaustion.

She was tired, so very, very, very tired.

Not that she didn’t have reason to be. Hell, they made a move yesterday that would have taken a toll on anyone. They moved three hours away from the only physical home they had ever known, to move back into Dean’s childhood home that he wanted to restore, to start a life together. That was enough to exhaust anyone. Add in Dean’s recovery to the whole scenario, and well, that was a good recipe for exhaustion all by itself.

Dean had been so tired last night once he’d gotten out of his shower, he’d barely even eaten two whole slices of pizza before he was already falling asleep next to her.

In a way, she was thankful for it. She was afraid he’d have trouble sleeping here because of the memories of all the past trauma he’d been harboring his whole life concerning this place, but it was safe to say he was so tired that he was out for the night. The man barely moved; all night long, and had it not been for the steady rise and fall of his chest, she would have been worried that he was dead.

He was still sleeping soundly when she finally decided to wander downstairs and make herself some coffee.

This place was in impressive shape, all things considering, but it needed work, there was no denying that. Then again, she wondered if Dean was gonna wanna change much of it. If he was going to restore it to what he remembered, if he remembered enough to even do that, or if he was going to change everything all together.

But what felt like it needed more work than the house and the garage at that moment was herself and Dean.

Dean was getting stronger, she knew that, she could see that. But, the biggest problem was, she didn’t think that HE could see that. He felt weak. He felt like a failure. She was seriously starting to worry about whether or not he was getting stuck in his own head, and the whole feud with Sam wasn’t helping anyone.

Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose as she tried to regain control of the swirling thoughts, worries, and emotions that thundered through her mind. It was too early in the morning to be this stressed out. But here she was… killing it.

This is why she was already finding gray in the midst of her hair.

One thing she did know for certain, Dean and herself were not going anywhere or doing anything today other than just being lazy, and maybe a little light unpacking around the house. She wasn’t even going to let him get dressed if she could help it, and go down to the shop. The shop would be there after he rested some. He’d damn near overdone it yesterday, even though he wasn’t going to admit to her he was in pain, she could tell that he was last night when he’d crawled into bed next to her. She refused to let him set himself back just because he felt the need to push himself to the breaking point.

Forgoing the mostly cold coffee that sat on the table in front of her, Y/N decided to make her way back upstairs to check on Dean. She wanted to be there when he woke up anyway, just in case he was in a lot of pain. Watching him sleep was far better than being stuck in her own head down here all alone before the sun even broke the treeline.

If she was struggling with all of this change, surely he was too. Dean wasn’t a very open person, so getting him to admit it was going to be fun. If she did it wrong, she was afraid he’d shut her out like he did the night before, when he made the comment about her joining him in the shower.

It wasn’t that she was that desperate to have any sort of sexual encounter with him. It was more that she wanted him to gain the confidence back in his own body.

Would he be able to do things the way he always did them? Absolutely not. Did that matter to her? Fuck no.

But did it matter to him? …. Yes…. Yes it did.

She wanted him to understand, she loved him regardless of his handicap, or what he might be able to do or not do in bed. All that mattered to her was that he was still breathing. None of the other stuff was important -not really. But could she ever get that through to him?

Dean’s POV:

As soon as Dean started to wake up, he regretted that he had, and refused to open his eyes in hopes he’d drift back off to sleep.

He felt hungover, and he hadn’t drank a drop. It was most likely attributed to the fact that he’d taken an extra two pain pills when he was in the shower the night before, but in his defense, he was hurting pretty bad when he went to bed, and knew if he didn’t get it under control; he wasn’t going to sleep. He just didn’t expect to effectively knock himself the fuck out that easily. He wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing that his tolerance was starting to drop like that. Normally it would have taken him a hell of a lot more than a few pain pills to fuck himself up. Since Y/N had been around, even through his injury, he hadn’t felt the need to dabble in alternative means of self-management.

He could feel Y/N stir in the bed next to him, and he knew that he needed to get it together; make himself wake up. The only problem was he was afraid to move. He could already feel the nagging nerve pain licking at his back, and his legs were aching, which wasn’t unusual. He always woke up with his body aching from laying in one position.

He hadn’t realized he was taking deep breaths to try and get a grip on it; until Y/N’s hand landed lightly on his chest, and he instinctively reached up to grab it.

“Are you in pain?” she questioned, and he nodded with his eyes squinched shut tight, and his teeth sinking into his lower lip to try and divert the pain away from his back. He knew it would do no good to lie to her right then, she’d probably been watching him for a while now.

“Let me go get you something for the pain,” she said, and as he felt the bed shift, before she could remove her hand from his chest; Dean’s hand gripped hers tighter, refusing to let her move.

“No,” he managed to say through gritted teeth as the pain ebbed and spiked again in a rhythmic pattern like it did most every morning. “I took more than I should have last night. It will pass, it’s just from me laying flat on my back all night. As soon as I can make myself sit up it will ease up a lot, just help me sit up.”

Y/N didn’t argue with him, she just moved from the bed, and for a moment, he was afraid he’d angered her, and she’d just walked out of the room on him, so he pried his eyes open and found her making her way around the bed to get beside him to help him sit up.

“You overdid it yesterday Dean,” she scolded him as she helped him to pull himself into a sitting position and propped his pillows up behind him so that he could relax more comfortably. He would have argued with her; but he didn’t think he had the grounds to, after admitting out loud he’d taken too much pain medication last night. “Today, we’re just gonna relax, the shop and the unpacking will be there tomorrow. I don’t want you to overdo it and set your recovery back again.”

“Okay, fine, we can have a lazy day, but you’re staying here with me. No unpacking, no dealing with anything, just… just stay here with me for a while… Okay?”

He knew he sounded pathetic, but honestly, he felt pretty fucking pathetic sitting there on the bed as she made her way back around to get onto her side of the bed again; he felt like nothing more than a useless lump of pain and regret.

“I can agree to that,” Y/N said with a reassuring smile.

He waited for Y/N to settle next to him on the bed before he reached for her, wanting at least some form of closeness to drive out the cold he seemed to feel all the time now as his eyes shifted around the room that was once his mom and dad’s, taking in every minute detail. He knew this adjustment was going to be a hard one, he just never realized how much harder he was going to face these things in the light of day, when the distractions of moving weren’t there to divert his thoughts.

Y/N’s POV:

Y/N waited until Dean was settled next to her before she pulled the covers back over the pair of them, and rested her head lightly against his shoulder; secretly monitoring his breathing to see that the steady rise and fall of his chest became smoother in motion, indicating the pain had indeed ebbed away some.

Y/N didn’t know if Dean knew it or not, but she’d noticed that he’d been having trouble getting around in the morning for some time now. She knew he was trying to hide it from her, and from what she could research, the fact that he was having this problem, considering his injuries, was normal. The thing that worried her was if he was trying to hide that, what else was he trying to hide?

A heaviness settled over the quiet room as off in the distance the sound of cars passing up and down the road as people started to wake up, get to work, and go about their day.

That was a sound neither of them were used to, the sound of cars moving around them as the neighborhood started to wake up all around them, and Dean’s brow furrowed as he tilted his head a little and listened. It was the sound of normalcy. The sound of a life that happened outside of the horror that they had lived in for so many years, and it was jarring.

“Dean?” Y/N prompted, causing him to clear his throat and press a kiss to the top of her head lightly.

“I’m okay,” he answered, “it’s just a lot to take in now that the dust has started to settle.”

He wasn’t wrong about that, and she had been dealing with that factor all morning.

“It’s like I keep waiting on the next catastrophic event to take place,” Y/N admitted, and Dean’s grip tightened around her as if he could protect her from her own head. “Like I’m waiting for the next shoe to drop out of nowhere, and for this all to come crumbling down around us again.”

“Me too,” Dean admitted, “But I refuse to live my life in fear of what might happen anymore. Jack said he’d be hands off, and he meant it. We are free, we won, there’s nothing bad gonna happen like that to us anymore. We’re gonna be okay.”

It seemed silly, but hearing that out of Dean’s mouth suddenly made it all feel just a little bit better. Like the floor wasn’t about to fall out from under her. She hadn’t realized it, but she really needed to hear him say it, that everything was gonna be okay. Which seemed so small in light of everything that Dean was probably dealing with that she didn’t even know about.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I'm sure that must seem so irrelevant when you break down and look at everything that you must be dealing with being back here, and uprooting your whole life.”

“I’m definitely dealing with my own ghosts,” Dean admitted, “but that’s all they are, ghosts from the past, and they don’t have power over me unless I let them. Still, that doesn’t mean that they haven’t reared their ugly heads since I moved in here with you last night. I mean, I still haven’t had the balls to even walk into Sam’s old room. What mom and dad had set up as the nursery.”

Y/N hadn’t either, she couldn’t work up the nerve to go in there, and honestly, she couldn’t blame him for not wanting to right now either. If she had her reservation about walking in there right away, and she had no active memory of what happened here, she was sure Dean had a lot more reason than she did.

“There’s no rush,” she told him, running her fingers up and over the expanse of his stomach to distract herself from her own nerves. “We’re here now, there’s no reason to push it. We have time.”

“What do you even remember?” Y/N questioned, “If you're okay talking about it anyway.”

Maybe she shouldn’t have asked him, but she was curious. She couldn’t help him deal with the ghosts if she didn’t know where they were coming from after all.

“Not much,” Dean admitted. “I remember the fire… the heat of it… and I remember carrying Sam out of the front door.”

Y/N wrapped her arms around him that much tighter, wanting to protect him all over again. Dean leaned forward and placed a kiss on the top of her head.

“I was very young, thankfully, I don’t remember the more haunting events that happened that night,” Dean voiced.

Y/N moved to sit up a little, and accidentally brushed her hand against his lap, and Dean jumped as if he’d been shot at. That stung. It wasn’t like she intentionally touched it there, it was an accident. But every time she even remotely got close to him in that way, even if it was unintentional, every wall the man had shot up, and he pulled away as if he was disgusted by her.

“Sorry,” Y/N murmured as she attempted to stand up from the bed altogether now, suddenly she wanted to put some distance between them. Almost like an act of self-preservation. To prevent him from hurting her, because if no one else had the power to hurt her with just an action or words alone, she was pretty sure Dean could. “I’ll go downstairs and get you some coffee and breakfast going, just lay up here and relax—”

“Stay?” Dean begged, grabbing her hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by that, it was just a reflex. I swear.”

“Dean, you don’t have to lie on my account,” Y/N tried to give him a half-hearted smile. “Either way it was just an accident,” she continued as she moved from the bed towards the door. “I didn’t mean anything by it, and I’ve told you before I’m not trying to push you into something you’re not comfortable with. You have nothing to apologize for.”

“It’s not that I’m uncomfortable,” Dean continued with a grunt as he forced himself to stand up next to the bed, determined to follow her and not allow her to run from this conversation. “Please Y/N, stay here and talk to me.”

Y/N turned to stand in the doorway, and her hard features softened a great deal when she noticed that Dean was struggling to get himself to stand up straight; he was sore, no matter how much he’d tried to hide it from her, and she suddenly felt guilty for making him stand up when he didn’t really have to, so she moved to help him sit down on the bed.

“I don’t know how to talk about this,” Dean admitted, pinching his eyes closed as Y/N sat silently down on the bed next to him. She wasn’t going to force him to tell her anything, if he was going to open up to her, she wanted it to be on his terms.

“It’s not that I don’t want to be with you physically,” Dean admitted. “I mean, I do, God I do. I miss being able to be intimate with someone in that way. But I don’t physically know if I can no matter how bad I want to. I don’t want to initiate something that’s gonna blow up in my face, and I won’t be able to finish what I started. I don’t want to end up in pain because I moved wrong or whatever, and more than that, I don’t even know if I can keep or maintain an erection until completion, that’s the truth. I’m not avoiding you, or putting you off, it’s not you, it’s me.”

The weight that suddenly settled over the pair of them was almost suffocating. In all honesty, sex just wasn’t something that Dean had talked about at all since the accident. If he had, it was just brought up very briefly, and wasn’t expounded on in any way. She didn’t know it was something that was even crossing his mind, and she really didn’t know what to say to make him feel better.

“Dean, I don’t want you to feel like I’m pushing you to do anything like that. I’ve told you before, that there’s no rush to jump into something you’re not ready for. If, big IF, for some reason you ever decide you're ready to try, then whatever the outcome, it’s not a bad thing if you have to stop, or aren’t physically there yet. It’s okay. There are other ways to be intimate with someone other than physically having sex with them. You know that.”

“I know, but that doesn’t make me feel any better, because I’m scared that if I drop the ball the first time, I’m never gonna be able to pick it up again.”

“Dean, even if you can’t do it the first time, you should know by now that if you work at something, and if you keep at it, then you will get there eventually. Hell, you’re doing a lot better than anyone ever expected you to be doing already! One failed attempt doesn’t mean that you will never be able to do whatever it is you’re trying to do, it just means that you can’t do it right now.”

Dean said nothing, he just continued to stare at his feet that were dangling off of the edge of the bed. She knew that this wasn’t easy for him to talk about, and she felt as if she was being no help to him at all, which only made her feel worse. What do you say to someone that’s dealing with this though? Is there even a ‘right’ thing to say?

“This is gonna be a very personal question, and you don’t have to answer it, okay?”

Dean made a grunting sound in response, but that’s about all she got out of him.

“Have you tried too… you know ge—”

“No,” Dean answered swiftly before she could even stutter out her question. “To be honest with you sweetheart, I’m pretty disgusted with myself most of the time. The thought hasn’t even crossed my mind to try it.”

There it was, what she had been seeing hints of since the accident. Body dysmorphia. She was almost SURE that’s what it was. Because he’d even stopped letting her help him get dressed in the morning, and he would throw a towel over the mirror when he was getting dressed at night for bed or whatever.

Physically, Dean looked the same as he did before the accident; save the beard and facial hair.

But to Dean, he wasn't the same. To Dean he was different, weak. To Dean he'd never be the man he once was. It disgusted him. Not only emotionally, but apparently physically. That shattered her.

"Dean," she tried to get him to look at her, but he didn't. "There is not one thing about you that is disgusting."

"Doesn't feel that way baby," Dean admitted.

"Dean, I'm gonna be transparent with you. Is that okay?"

Dean nodded, averting his gaze to anywhere in the room but her. He always did that when he was uncomfortable. She knew he was about to shut down on her.

"I wish I knew what to say to make you feel better, or take all the anxiety and hurt and anger away… but I don't. All I can do is tell you that no matter what you can or can't do. No matter if it never gets any better. I still love you Dean, and nothing's gonna change that."

Dean blinked as he looked at her stunned; eyes swimming with emotions. Still, she saw no hint of rejection there.

"When you're ready, we will try the physical aspects of things. But there's no rush."

Dean leaned his head on her shoulder, swallowing thickly.

"I love you too, " he whispers. "I can't survive losing you because of this."

Y/N placed her lips to his forehead, letting them linger there for a long moment.

"You're not gonna lose me Dean, we are gonna be okay, and you're gonna overcome this too, just like you fooled all of them and started walking on your own."

She believed that. She really did. She just wished he would too.

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 1 year

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hii :) i hope you’re doing good! i saw that request are open so i want to ask for curly showing off his gf to everyone when he’s jealous or to make other ppl jealous 🫶

A/N: Oh this was fun Nonny, thanks so much for the request!

So! I believe we’ve talked a little bit about this before, especially over here in this set of headcanons about Ponyboy being interested in Curly’s S/O

But yeah, I just have fun talking about Curly so we’re gonna do this again and go a little more in-depth!

Serious relationships, I have a feeling, would be a big deal for Curly

I don’t see him as being the one to bring home a new person every week, I can barely see him bringing home a person to begin with-

I think he’s got a bit of a reputation? For messing around with who he’s going out with but never really wanting to settle down?

I have lots more emotions about that ^^ @mysemantics knows that and I’d be very happy to explain more of my personal headcanons for him later <3

But back on track, it’s rare for Curly to truly settle with someone so if you’re lucky enough to call him yours, and he’s calling you his, you’re already on a great track

Curly, when he’s happy and comfortable, will have no problem hanging all over you and begging you for attention, similar to a love-sick puppy

But when he’s around his boys, he may try to act a little tougher

He’s got a reputation to keep up, alright, babe? No one’s gonna be afraid of the Shepard outfit if they see Curly walking around, fingers linked with yours as you giggle over something

That being said, when the time comes, he’d do anything for you

No matter who’s around, if you’re in trouble or need something, talk to him

Curly would do anything he could for you, he’d move the mountains if you so much as say the word, I cannot stress how giving this boy is in relationships where he feels loved

Come up to him, overwhelmed at a party or tired at the drive-in, and ask to leave and Curly is immediately setting down his beer, saying goodbye to his boys so he can take care of you <3

He’ll give you his jacket, give you his clothes, ask to have one of your rings if you wear them, maybe one of your necklaces if you don’t do rings

He wants to be yours and much as you want to be his

And I’m assuming this ask is sort of asking for more of the physical side of this too?

Not just all the sweet things that Curly does to show everyone you’re his?

So we’ll talk a little about those things too, fear not <3

If he’s a little buzzed, just a little laid-back and comfortable, Curly isn’t afraid to kiss you in front of everyone

I’m not talking like nice, little, chaste kisses, he’ll give you those everywhere

He’ll kiss you in the booths at the diners, when you wait in line for popcorn at the drive-in, or when you’re hanging out in the party crowd and he’s trying to convince you to fetch another beer for him

I’m talking about making out with you out the outskirts of the parties, tucked into your own little corner somewhere while he tests how far he can go, fingers dancing over the hem of your shirt <3

Also?

Possessive kisses.

Y'know those kisses when someone isn’t getting the hints you’re dropping about you being happily taken and uncomfortable in the situation and won’t stop bothering you

Curly has absolutely no qualms about coming up, looping an arm around your waist, and staring down whoever decided to mess with you

After, of course, giving you a really deep kiss, cupping your jaw in his hand to keep your face close to his

And then, I feel like it’s obvious, but hickeys?

Like, you’re gonna wanna seriously invest in some nice foundation if you go out with Curly

He likes kissing you, and sometimes kissing leads to hickeys and as long as he has your permission, he will cover your neck and shoulders in them <3

Also having his hand tucked into your back pocket, slipping its way down to hold onto your ass because you can’t look me in the eyes and tell me he wouldn’t

So yeah! That’s about all I got, hope this is what you were looking for Nonny!

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Hello! Sorry to bother but I am waaay too curious

If you have time/energy/mood, could you please elaborate? I am curious about your perspective. Psychology is one of my biggest passions and I want to start a degree in it (with possibility to advance further with the degree maybe) I am aware of some of its flaws, and the fact that it can be biased and inconclusive and not exactly exact and precise like the other sciences. Is there anything else that perhaps I should keep an eye out on? Thank you for reading and if you reply, thank you for replying as well.

So the thing about studying psychology, especially at the undergrad level, is that you spend all your time being taught about these landmark studies that defined the thinking of decades of psychology theory and practice.

And then at some point, which may be during or after your education, you learn all of those studies were terrible research bullshit that can't be reliably reproduced even if they could get past a modern ethics board.

Psychology is a field that is really uncomfortable with itself because it desperately wants to be taken seriously as a hard science and not be thought of as just people thinking about people. But it is REALLY REALLY bad at being a hard science. The research is just not rigorous at ALL.

My senior year of undergrad for my research methods class my group of slackers who rarely went to class put together a research study where we drew up entirely new models and tools that looked far better than the published ones, applied them to a much larger and more diverse population of subjects and basically put the leading research in that little niche to shame. On the weekends. Our prof wanted us to publish but we were graduating and it never happened. We sent it to the leading researcher in the field and he was all...uh, yeah, I'm working on some new stuff too...but good for y'all. He was a known prick though.

Like, it's not that there's not good stuff in there somewhere. But my god there's so much chaff.

Then you get into the grad school degree maelstorm and...ugh. There are a lot of options. They are split into practical i.e. you want to help people in the real world and clinical i.e. you want to do shitty studies and publish.

I worked both in psychology research (so I got to see how the sausage was made on the ground) and in social work for mental health care and...most of my coworkers at both jobs had some kind of advanced degrees and were making something around $30K doing the same jobs as me. There are far too many people with masters in psychology because they are easy to get and even if you get your LPC they are still way too many people with them with no idea what they are doing. Like you can go to Christian College Number 304 and get your Marriage and Family Therapy masters and come out and have only learned to Pray On It and do some supervised hours and now you're licensed and yeah I worked with these people. (Go get your masters, they told me. It is SO EASY they told me. Uh, yeah that's not winning me over to your program.)

Anyway, if you can't tell I'm jaded. Besides the fact that the field is one that will eat you alive, burn you out, and then spit you up, with no money and no accomplishments. I also deeply loved it even though it destroyed me. (I mean also my spine exploded, which didn't help.)

If you want to do hands-on helping people stuff I like the social work programs out there. And if you want to study hard science of human behavior neuroscience is killing it. Psychology is...IDK. The most hopeful way to look at it is that it's a discipline going through a transitional period maybe. But I'm also fairly out of touch with the field these days so talking to someone actually in the field now would be a good call for further advice. Unfortunately most faculty in my experience are...deeply behind the times. You would not believe the kind of 1960s relics I had to deal with teaching me.

And most of what I learned about mental health I learned on the ground, in mental health crisis work, on the go. Most of psychology doesn't really enjoy dealing with "abnormal psychology". Which is literally the term for people with any mental health diagnosis. I had one class on it.

So that's my entirely personal experience based opinion. For more, look into the replication crisis of psychology research.

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"Open your eyes."

It's dark in this cell of Mount Tantiss. Probably too dark for you to see, never mind any of the other inmates in the cells beside yours. Nevertheless, there's nothing keeping you from hearing an all-too-familiar voice speaking from somewhere close by.

"Hey. I know you're awake, kid."

Correction--his voice.

Crosshair's.

And right now, he doesn't sound too eager to be around you.

"I can see you moving on the other side of this room, so. Open...your...eyes."

Maybe you're not all that happy about being here either, considering just about everything that took place before your arrival, and a good portion of it happening without your consent. Some of it even happening on his watch, too, if what he said during your last 'meeting' can really be taken seriously.

In spite of all of these shadows, however, you find yourself attempting to squint through the dark just the same, even if only to try and catch sight of his face again.

"That's better. Hold on, now..."

He allows you a few seconds of light with the striking of a match against a matchbox, but no longer. The flare alone seems to be too much for him to handle, because he winces only a few seconds after lighting it.

"Sorry if I'm not one for playing games today...bad headache."

That's about the same time he blows the match out, thus plunging you both back into darkness.

Headaches, is it?

A fine time to mention those. You might be developing one of your own now, and not because of any mad inhibitor chips deciding to mess with you.

"Anyways. You probably already know why I'm here. What's your excuse--did your brothers get bored of you, too?"

You're also not about to play games, either, even if he tries to nudge you into one. The truth about your new location is far too great for that, never mind the state of emergency you just might have walked into.

"Don't you mean our brothers...?"

In fact, you know you're thinking of them so strongly that a few of your limbs start to ache. Yes, all five of them this time, if not also a few more you had the good fortune to meet along the way.

"We'll argue family trees later, all right...?"

This wasn't how things were supposed to end, no, not even where any of you were supposed to go for so much as an hour. This isn't where you're supposed to be. You can feel it deep inside of your own bones, however bruised or rattled they might be from your last mission.

"Right now, you're going to tell me why you're here."

Unfortunately, the tone and rhythm of Crosshair's words suggests he's not in the mood to do the same.

Still, it's next to impossible to answer him without saying their names. Especially when--

"They took me away and brought me here, that's why."

Especially when you know for a fact that they would have stayed on the outside of this place, this prison, until the most opportune moment came to break their way inside; secure Crosshair; and escape with no more than a few scratches and bumps apiece.

" 'Took you'? Why?"

"I don't know. I can only guess that they--that Hemlock's--planning something bad for all of the prisoners."

Especially when you knew most of them had been ready to do just that. When you can believe, yes, even with the pain and horror still fresh inside your bones, that they could have made it, that he could have made it in and out of this massive prison in no time at all.

You saw the look in his eyes as soon as the news broke.

You heard the emotion in his voice when he realized just how many of his past words had been harmful instead of helpful.

And if you had been given a few more hours, if he had been given a few more hours, if all of you had been given just a little more time--

"Planning something...so that's why they brought me here as well."

--Then how different would things have been...?

" 'For the Empire'. "

[ This is my next update for Sneak Peek Saturday, c/o The Bad Batch Appreciation Week @tbb-appreciation-week, specifically Day 5: Crosshair...although I hope to add material for the Hiding Face In Neck and "I'll Keep You Safe" prompts as well. Also tagging @groguandthebadbatch. ]

#the bad batch #the bad batch fanfiction #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #tbb crosshair and omega #tbbaw2023 #tbbaw sneak peek saturday #sneak peek day 5 #inspired by ASMR #you are omega #tbb: overwatch

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melancholydreamers · 1 year

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Do you have any unpopular opinions about Brittany/Brittana?

I’m not sure if this is an unpopular opinion or not, but I saw somewhere, maybe it was TikTok or something, that someone said, “if Brittany was used to her full potential then she would’ve been the 2000s IT Girl” or something like that. And I literally could not get that out of my head for the longest time lol.

That’s honestly so true! Even tho she’s already an icon, she had the best potential to be even more. If the writing in glee focused more on her character, we could’ve seen more to Brittany other than being a bimbo blonde for comic relief, which is a fine role btw (many of my favourite characters are considered “bimbo” or the “comic relief”) but the role that Brittany had specifically for Brittana should have been taken more seriously, especially because she was representing a group of people in the lgbt community. And the amount of times glee had brushed off bisexual individuals as a whole, saying the most outrageous biphobic things or indulging into bi stereotypes, where bisexuals are considered “sluts” is just awful on so many levels. And I understand the time it was back then and that glee is a satire show, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t wrong. I’m just glad now we’ve become more aware as a whole.

Another silly thing that bugged me was the fact that Brittany’s looks wasn’t utilized as much. Like don’t get me wrong, Brittany is insanely pretty and Heather Morris is gorgeous and she’s seemingly one of the hottest characters, but they didn’t utilize it as much, which is a shame because she’s so genuinely pretty. Honestly I hope that makes sense lol

I’m not trying to make it seem superficial and that looks are the only thing that matters (because it’s not), but I can’t be the only one who was so sick of her being in those cheerios uniforms the whole entire show😭 The reason why I love s2 was because it explored Brittany and Santana outside of what they were “known for” or “popular for”. When they began wearing clothes beside their Cheerios uniforms was when we really got to see pieces of who they were. Wardrobe is such a big part in film and characters, it helps viewers understand who that character is and how they can be portrayed differently from what they seem. And so because we got to see Brittana’s individual styles, we got to see them represented as more.

Another thing is why didn’t they let Britt graduate? One of the reasons why I don’t particularly like s4 is because of that😭 like be fr. Don’t tell me that there’s an entire school full of teachers and principles that didn’t notice Brittany wasn’t gonna graduate. Or the fact that Santana didn’t even notice?! Like that doesn’t make any sense. Holding Brittany back was probably one the the worst things they did for her character. The fact that we didn’t get to see her figure out life as young adult college student really sucks because she had the potential to become more than just Santana’s gf

Going back to the wardrobe thing lol, the fact that they put her right back into a cheerios uniform was just eh for me, like nothing against those cheerios uniforms, but after a while you start to see her as just another random cheerio. Santana and Quinn had a whole plethora of outfits to chose from while Brittany rarely did. And she had such good style in season 2! Idk I feel like it was just a little lazy of them to not utilize Brittany’s appearance to her full potential. Like for me personally, I couldn’t stand those cheerios ponytails after s2. I didn’t mind it in the beginning when she had such cute little hairstyles where she’d clip her bangs and sometimes her ponytails would have little braids, but after s2 I think they just got lazy with her hair 🥲

When I watch old glee interviews or bts, I’m always so stunned by how gorgeous heather looks and how amazing her hair is and it always makes me wonder why they didn’t let her shine like that in glee. And don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for all of her solos where we really get to see Brittany to her full potential appearance and talent wise, but I felt like she wasn’t given as much as she could’ve had.

Also that fact that all her solos were iconic and they only used her once in a blue moon. They could’ve shown her talent in a bunch of cheerios performances, seeing as she’s the best dancer on the team and in glee club, but they didn’t do that. I’m 100% sure it was most of her pep rallies that made everyone not hate the glee club for more than 5 minutes.

Idk why my rants end up as full essays lol, end point being, if Brittany S. Pierce was utilized to her fullest potential she could’ve easily been one of the most iconic 2000s IT Girl. AND an even better bisexual wlw representation.

#is this considered and unpopular opinion??#ik it’s so long #but sometimes when I go I can’t stop😭#Brittany s Pierce could’ve been THAT girl #brittany pierce #brittany s pierce #Brittana #glee

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toyafreethoughts · 3 months

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⌨️ᶻᶻᶻ...[Jaxrel] is typing... <3 ↻ᴹᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ˡᵒᵃᵈᵉᵈ ꒰Enjoy Your Life Matchup, Quasar!꒱ 🦋~* Logging Off… @fourtyfourcatss

A/N: Hello again Quasar! Words cannot describe how happy I am that you request an anime I enjoyed for over a while now, Since the fandom is kinda dead there isn’t a lot for me to crunch on but since you sent this hopefully I can also reach more people! Also if anyone wants to send in anything for akudama drive wether it’s requests, matchups, etc, I don’t care I’ll do whatever it takes to feed the dead fandom. Anyways, enjoy this matchup as much as I enjoyed your other matchups you’ve made for me. It’s always good to partner up with you again.

[ ☪︎ ִ ֶ֢࣪⋆ GENERAL HEADCANONS ]

𓆩♡𓆪 When you guys first met I think you guys instantly clicked, well… maybe not instantly but from what I can tell when I saw Courier he always seems wary of people at first, like he can’t really trust someone fully yet until he sees their true colors which is pretty much accurate of him and also very smart to as he’s an akudama.

𓆩♡𓆪 He appreciates that there’s someone like you, at least your an honest person he knows (besides swindler.) that’s another step he can take around you to know that you aren’t shady like the other akudamas, that you don’t really hide anything to make yourself look suspicious, I feel like you would have to confess to him first because I don’t feel like he’s the type of person to go and confess to you yet, UNLESS he can go first but he’ll be a little hesitant at first but when he confesses to you and you say yes he’ll be a little taken aback at first but also he’s happy but he’s obviously got gonna show it of course.

𓆩♡𓆪 He likes that your blunt, and also smart, it’s definitely what attracted him at first, he’s also glad your at least optimistic, I feel like he lost that hole a while back but with you around he will find that hope again soon, he was a bit annoyed at your pridefulness but later grows into not caring that much, I also read that people think your funny and you are! whenever you joke with him he’s not gonna laugh, no way in hell is he ever gonna laugh but I feel like you made him laugh at some point, mostly like a snort or a grin but he quickly hides it away (out of embarrassment).

[ ☪︎ ִ ֶ֢࣪⋆ HOW’S THE COUPLE DOING NOW ? ]

𓆩♡𓆪 Your honor they are doing very well, ever since they got together they have been very happy together, seriously though, I feel like since he has you he’s been doing more better, I also believe you would live in his small house (or apartment, there wasent a lot of information of what house he has.) but since you dislike unhygienic things I feel like the house would always stay clean because of you, I mean it’s always been clean but still, I can imagine just courier cooking for the both of you while there’s soft music in the backround, just one of those happy and peaceful times between two lovers.

𓆩♡𓆪 You and Courier would go for walks during the night, somewhere where people aren’t around to freak the actual hell out when they spot a Akudama, He would also like watching you draw, he would always hang them up around the house to admire when he gets back home, he even keeps a drawing with him whenever he goes out, you don’t know though so he hopes you won’t catch him, I feel like Courier would also somewhat take naps, but not a lot like you do, but he’ll indulge with you though if you want him to rest and not stay up and smoke.

[ Round-Ups: Hacker, Hoodlum. ]

[ A TERRIFYING WEAPON THAT CAN MAKE SOMEONE FALL WEAK ]

REASONING: I feel like with your personality and also your hobbies and talents it felt like one of the best options, Since your usually psychically active I feel like it would make the best option.

My other options for you would be… A bow, An Axe, or a Spear.

I should also add this but I feel like you would be in a similar situation to swindler but with a little twist, I feel like you were in some situation that didn’t even associate with you but they still made you a Akudama anyways.

— Hacker; You guys met before you became a akudama and also before you were couriers partner, he would only interact with you not with the others, he favored you more than the others, he likes spending time with you a lot! wether it be reading or writing or whatever, he was always grateful to be around you, I feel like you guys would listen to music with each other a lot.

— Hoodlum; When he met you he was a bit nervous at first I guess (?) but later on when you get to know each other more he was able to become quickly comfortable with you knowing he can trust you fully, you guys are always seen with each other or also with Brawler, he finds peace with you so much, he’s always with you so you can also protect him LMAO.

— Swindler; Yet another one! I feel like she immediately knew she can trust you, you were so honest with your information and advice, how could she not believe you? You are very trustful in her eyes, she always goes to you for a lot of advice and you always somehow help her so much?! She’s impressed! She’s always taking walks with you while you guys talk about whatever, she respects you so much I also believe she looks up to you so much, your a role model to her.

Songs I was listening to: I’m a controversy (Ado), Show (Ado), Drunk-Dazed (ENHYPEN), Non-breath oblige (Pinocchio-P), What Is Love? (TWICE), CAKE (Itzy), Anti-Romantic (TXT), Cookie (NewJeans), DJANGO (ATEEZ), Mr. Simple (Super Junior), Blood Sweat Tears (BTS), I Want That (GI-DLE), In My Dreams (Red Velvet), FAILURE GIRL (Kairikibear), Last Night Good Night (Livetune), On the Rocks(OSTER project).

[SPOTIFY]

#[❁] albert / jaxrel posts !#matchups #matchup #akudama drive #akudama drive x reader #akudama drive matchups #akudama drive matchup

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wonderlandleighleigh · 2 years

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Esther’s boyfriend asks Lenny for permission to marry her (maybe he asked Joel and midge too dealers choice)

Sure, Seth Goldblum likes comedy. He's heard all the greats- even taken his girlfriend to see Richard Pryor live that one time. That was fun. He knows, Seth knows, that he's not a terribly funny person himself. Sure, he's a smart guy. Good schooling, good family from Upstate. He likes jokes. He can keep up with jokes.

He just uh...

So.

Here's the thing.

His girlfriend - his beloved girlfriend of three years, who is in her second year of law school, and is beautiful and smart and fun, and very, very smart...her step-father?

Lenny Bruce.

Lenny fucking Bruce.

That guy can tell a fucking joke.

Seth is currently studying to get his Masters in archival science. He wants to eventually work at the National Archives in DC. He is a nerd.

Seth is a nerd. A dweeb. A dork.

And he's about to ask one of the greatest comedians of the last century if it's okay to marry said comedian's step-daughter.

Assuming she says yes.

Shit, she might not say yes.

That's besides the point. He's gotta get past her family first. He'd asked her mother, and she'd said yes, and he'd tried to track down her biological father, and had no luck, which was weird, because he's somewhere in Manhattan, but Esther's mother wouldn't tell Seth where, and he can't ask Esther.

So now there's just Lenny Bruce.

Lenny Bruce.

Fuck's sake, he's about to talk to Lenny Bruce.

He'd nearly crapped himself talking to THE Mrs. Maisel. Why did he have to fall for a girl with such famous parents?

The man is doing a small gig at the Village Vanguard. The place is packed, and Seth stands at the back, watching the man do his act.

He's older now, in his mid-fifties, but he's sharp, and the jokes come fast, and it's wild to watch this man work, even from behind all these people.

And it's hard to approach him when he's done, partially because there are so many people lined up to beg for an autograph outside the club after the show, and partially because Lenny Bruce isn't exactly an approachable man. Tall and dark-haired, though it's peppered with gray. Steely-eyed.

Though he softens just a little at the sight of Seth.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" Lenny asks, looking around. "You bring Esther with you?"

"She's got a paper to write, sadly," Seth explains. "But I uh...was hoping to catch you and ask you a question."

Lenny Bruce lifts one of his very famous eyebrows, and nods towards the alley behind him, and Seth follows, as the man pulls a pack of cigarettes out and offers him one.

"No thanks," Seth grins sheepishly. "I'm not cool enough."

Lenny chuckles, amused (He's amused Lenny Bruce holy shit!), as he lights his own. "So?"

Seth takes a breath. "Uh. So. Esther."

The older man immediately gets serious. "What's wrong?"

"No! No, she's- Esther is great, she's fine," Seth assures him. "I uh...I wanted to uh...talk to you. About. So." He takes a deep breath. "I asked Midge, and she said yes. And...I couldn't find Esther's dad, because Midge wouldn't give up the address, and Esther doesn't really talk to him much anymore, so you're the next best person."

Lenny stays silent, taking a long drag from his cigarette.

"I would like to ask Esther to marry me," Seth finally spits out. "And before I do, I figured I should get some parental approval to do so."

More silence. Lenny regards him seriously, narrowing his eyes. "Joel - that's Esther's biological father - Esther decided not to have a relationship anymore. She got pretty hurt the last time they hung out, so she decided no more."

Seth frowns. "I didn't know."

"Right. Well. If you're going to ask her to marry you, you should probably have an outline of that relationship so you don't get it in your head to go looking for him to reunite them," Lenny shrugs.

Seth blinks. "So...so that's a yes? That's- you're saying yes?"

Lenny blows out a large puff of smoke. "Esther loves you. You're a good kid. You're no public speaker, but you're a good kid. She's grown. If she wants to get married, she'll say yes. If she doesn't, she tell you no."

The younger man swallow. "Right. Yeah. Thanks. Thanks!"

Lenny chuckles. "I didn't actually do anything. She's Midge's daughter. She's going to do whatever she wants no matter what anyone says, so even if I thought you were a schmuck and an idiot, it wouldn't matter."

"Still."

Lenny gestures with his cigarette. "Sure."

Seth takes a relieved breath. "Okay. I uh...I guess I'll leave you alone now."

"Yes, please, I have more adoring fans to please, and then a wife to please at home."

"Uh..."

"Go."

"Bye!"

#fic #au #tmmm #Lenny Bruce #Seth Goldblum #future fic

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fanficfish · 2 months

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came on tumblr to find some funny fanart and history facts but i blew theough my feed so funky wrring ideas time!

here's a little hogwarts x hetalia idea i was working on to entertain myself the other day

So the premise was that, y'know how in HP there's dragons and a couple are Scandinavian? Norweigen Eidgeback, Sweedish Shoetsnout. And Denmark has a magical government. Finland the personification also probably has some magic because of the whole santa thing, and just becuase tou can't see norway's trolls doesn't mean you don't know Hp magic cuz even muggles can see that stuff. So let's assume countries could see HP magic, just not always do it themselves. And i would hope they know about their magical governmwnts except maybe America who is in denial. Actually maybe Germany doesn't know either but you canMt tell me the Nordics don't know about theirs, not when Norway is right there and Iceland literally has A TALKING BIRD and can probably dk magic if he wanted to and Sweden is up in the air (i like the headcanon he's very much in need of a new glasses prescription) but i want to say he does because finland + isn't durnatrang somewhere up there and potentially in Sweden? And Denmark, well he's besties with Norway sooooo

also you can't tell me they didn't know for 1000 years like c'mon. Older countries def know about magic and younger countries are like modern people, they don't believe it unless it's smack in their face. Can't tell me HTTYD came out of nowhere either and is based on VIKINGS-

anyways lets say this is set like 2000s after stuff dies down

so i had this little picture where the nordics got really bored and what did they do? Hey look, a dragon! Let's ride it!

iceland thinks it's a bad idea but nation power = animals galore so anyways now Norway and Swedenband suprirsingly Denmark are being menaces on dragons. Finland is filmin but soon joins Sweden on his Sweedish Shortsnout. Iceland will keep his feet on the ground thank you very much he does not like flying, when his whole thing is boats and water and fishing.

well before he knows it, the Nordics have a new paatime: professional dragon riding. And professional HTTYD-type fighting. Cuz wizards love old stuff like that.

they get a little popular to Iceland's annoyance

anyways at some point they end up at hogwarts and oh joy this is fine. Iceland just has to talk to each year, because five days = mornings + afternoons = ten slots for this little guest series and if they give years 1-7 one of those slots each and then some extra time for the COMC class and then pne more day for doing whatever like demos or stuff or in case of a delay, it works out peefectly! Iceland as the one not riding gets deemed "the lresenter" but its fine he leads tours of his home all the time anyways being in tourism buisness.

and anyways they're using Norway's usual ruse of "my name is Lukas Bondevik, heir of the Ancient House lf Bondevik" and Sweden pulls out his "my laat name is Oxenstierna" card whoch Denmark stares and gapes at. While sweden snickers, and Iceland just triesbto figure out s family tree to explain that one because seriously you guys one day the public will realize something's up idc if the both governments muggle and matic said it's fine-

anyways he always starts his spiel to the children with with "don't try this at home dragons are DANGEEROUS, yes rhe hirncolor is natural, and for the older ones "no i am taken i am not single" (he's refering to having a life partner in a bird as his one truest friend btw)

and iceland is just kinda done by the end lf it, cuz he's on the ground and the nordics are showing off more and more and finally on the laat day after telling everyone he doesnt fly for pwrsonal reaskns he loses it at Norway, Denmark, Sweden, and Finland teasing him and oop now he's flying and the others are scrambling a little because it's Iceland that knows things the wizards want to know, and Denmark is trying to keep it together while Norway takes pics and Sweden is flying because kh gosh iceland gkt on NORWAY's dragon and Finland is laughing. Hogwarts is amazed the 17 year. Old can also fly but also omfg-

and that's as far as i got for now tbh

#Writing ideas #hetalia #harry potter #hws iceland #crossover

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stardancerluv · 2 years

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Blossoming of a Shy Violet

Part Seventeen

Summary: Dustin and the others to the rescue…or are they!

Notes/Warning: Combined some of the actual scenes from the show with my story to make them work. I hope they do. 🫣🤞🏻 And some angst & fluff.

This is a bit of a filler chapter, so that finally the main characters (or a bunch them finally meet Eddie and Y/N) I hope I captured them well! Feedback is welcome! And if you want to be tagged let me know.

“Wake up, Y/N wake up. I don’t like this.” Eddie’s strangled voice filled your ears.

Coughing, blinking Eddie was before you. Or was it Eddie. Scrambling, you leapt back. You rubbed the back of your head after it hit the wall. The nightmare was unending. “Leave me alone!” You screamed, you pushed at him.

He rocked back on his knees as his eyes grew, they were soft. “Y/N?” He mumbled your name.

You squeezed your eyes closed, you even covered them with your hands. Finally, you let out of breath you had not even realized you were holding. Things felt distinctly different, but you couldn’t be sure. And the horrors were still ravaging themselves in your mind. “Eddie?” You croaked.

“Yes, little nymph its me.” The bed beside you gave, making you flinched.

“It’s ok.” Warm rough hands came over yours, “Talk to me, let me see you.” You let the hands peal yours away. “There you are.”Those were certainly Eddie’s eyes, they were soft, there was no edge behind them. He gave you a gentle smile. That was certainly his mouth.

You were not in the world of your nightmares. Everything, felt as they should be. Your gut told you, it was him and not that monster. You almost knocked Eddie over as you leapt into his arms. “Oh Eddie.” You whimpered into his chest.

“It’s me nymph, it’s me.” You held yourself tighter to him, you wrapped your arms around him.

*****

It was horrible to see you in such a state. The noises that had come out of you, the way your eyes were rolled back into your head, he never wanted to see you like that again. Seeing you calming down, he helped you to curl up in his lap. He gently nuzzled your temple.

“Oh Eddie.” You murmured, trembling again.

“You can tell me what happened when you’re ready.” He whispered.

He ran a hand up and down one of arm. As you sat back, looking up at him, it tore at him. Your eyes were red rimmed and wide. “It was horrible.” You sniffled.

He nodded, his stomach churned.

You opened and closed your eyes. “I think the monster,” He watched as you took a strangled breath. When you took one of his hands and began playing with his rings he let you. “that, “you chewed on your bottom lip. “that killed Crissy and the others showed himself to me.” He knew when he was nervous he did the same thing.

He knit his brow together. “But why you?”

You shook your head. “I don’t know. Maybe because I know you, he mentioned something about your friends.”

“What could they possibly have to do with any of this?” He asked more himself. It didn’t make sense.

Your eyes moved over him. “He also liked how I looked at him, when I thought I was looking at you.” You pressed your lips together.

“Seriously?” Why had whatever this thing is taken his appearance. He was so confused.

You finally smiled, gently ran your fingers along his cheek. “You are incredibly handsome and he is rather,” You leaned in close, “grotesque.” you whisper the last bit.

He felt himself flush from your touch and words. He had never been one to get compliments, well genuine ones that is. Being the lead in a band he’d get them on occasion. Usually, the person would have one too many drinks. So hearing the compliment from you, he felt.

Meeting your eyes, he smirked. “I’m glad you think so little nymph.” Cupping your chin, he grazed your bottom lip with his thumb. “I know I enjoy how you look at me.”

Eyeing a tear that lingered, he brushed it aside, you had cried enough. As he felt you sigh, he smiled as you leaned into his hand.

“Eddie, what are we going to do?”

“We have to find somewhere safer, after that I don’t know.” He sighed.

Outside the the sound of a car pulling up, made the air between the two of still. The gravel crunched under the tires. This time, they’d really have to run. But to where, right now no place was safe enough. A loud banging on the front door filled the tiny house.

Eddie put a finger to your lips.

His heart slammed heavily against his chest. Didn’t the cops have enough the first time. He was a Munson, he should know better, they didn’t give up till his dad was locked away.

“Eddie!! Eddddie!” Came a screeching hollar.

“Dustin?” He whispered.

You made a questioning look.

He grimaced. “He’s a friend, at least he was still one on Friday.” Friday felt so far away. Banging filled the house once again.

“Eddie…Eddie! Are you here!?!” The voice screeched again.

“Dustin, will you shut up!” Another voice cut across Dustin’s that Eddie couldn’t place. There were other voices that sounded incoherent. Who else could have Dustin had with him, he wondered.

“We don’t need to be screaming that name. He’s probably long gone from here.”

Carefully, Eddie got up. “I better see what’s going on.”

You grabbed his arm. “Eddie.” The unease in your voice, sliced right through him.

He put on a brave face. “It will be ok.” He brought your hand to his mouth and pressed kisses on your knuckles. “Get dressed. So if you have to, you can run like hell out here.” He looked into your eyes, hating the anguish he saw there. “But if that happens, I will find you, I promise.”

He took the chair away from the doorknob and crept down the hall.

“Eddie! Eddie you gotta be in there!” Dustin’s voice made Eddie roll his eyes despite the situation.

“Dustin, what did I say?” The other voice hissed.

Deep down, he felt Dustin was a good kid. But who the hell was that with him. Did the cops grab him and make him look for him.

He grabbed the baseball bat, he had eyed earlier. He would not go down without a fight. And he knew it would also give you a chance to run.

Inhaling, he slowly undid the locks. Turning the knob, he opened the door a crack. Peaking from around it, he gasped and jumped backward. He was brought face to face with Dustin’s crooked, metal smile.

“Eddie! It’s you! I knew you were here.” Dustin exhaled with his squeaky giggle as he pushed the door open. “Guys, he’s not in the boathouse, he’s here.” He waved his arm.

“Dustin, shut up.” Eddie regained his footing, his hands tightened on the bat, he was still clutching.

Dustin, rolled his eyes. “Eddie, calm down. It’s ok.” He made a dismissive gesture with his hand.

“I will once I know who’s with you?” He snapped.

Hearing the door creak behind him; he glanced behind him. That’s when he saw you peaking out from the room. Waving his hand, he was relieved you went back into the bedroom.

“Some of my friends.” Dustin replied.

Eddie raised an eyebrow.

“Who’s with you?” Dustin countered.

“You first.” Eddie countered.

“Guys, hurry up he wants to see you guys.” He gestured for them to hurry over.

Eddie tightened the grip on the bat. Popping up along side Dustin he saw his neighbor, the Mayfield girl, some chick he didn’t recognize and Harrington. The former King of Hawkins High; everything he wasn’t. Confusion filled him when Harrington waved at him.

“We can’t keep standing out here like this.” The chick he didn’t recognize said as she pushed past the others and him, as she is walked into the house. He followed her with his eyes. She looked around before looking back at him. “Hi, I’m Robyn!” A bright smile crossed her face.

“Hi.” He said tightly.

Looking back at Dustin, he backed up as the others poured in after her. He never let go of the bat.

“Eddie, we’re all friends here.”

“Well…” Harrington mumbled.

Dustin just shook his head and rolled his eyes. “He’s my other older male friend, you two will be friends too.”

Eddie, couldn’t help but make a face. “We’ll see about that, Dustin.”

Harrington, smiled and he leaned against the armrest on the sofa. Robyn, Dustin and his neighbor all plopped down on the sofa in front of him. “We can agree on that.” Eddie nodded.

Dustin jumped up as if remembering the door, and went to close it. That made, Eddie finally lowered the bat and let himself relax, somewhat. “Let me do that. The cops banged it up pretty bad earlier.” He leaned the bat against wall next to the door.

“Ok Eddie.” Dustin squeaked. “So who’s down the hall?”

Eddie flinched. He slid the locks back into place, he looked at everyone over his shoulder. “My…my girl.”

“When did you get a girl?” Dustin’s voice rose with excitement, his eyes already twinkled with it.

“Dustin, does it matter?” Harrington, pushing himself off the armrest, he went and put a hand on Dustin’s shoulder. “There are more pressing issues.” Dustin, shrugged it off. Harrington made a face, went back to leaning against the armrest.

“No!” He scrunched up his face as he looked between Steve and Eddie. “He didn’t have a girl the other day.”

Eddie heard him mumble something and the Robyn girl nudged him.

“I’ll get her. But then, you all better tell me why you all came looking for me.” He looked them over.

He wasn’t exactly thrilled but at least it was just Dustin and others; no cops. How, Dustin was friends with Harrington, really made him wonder. All he ever knew about that guy was that he was a bit of a tool.

Opening the bedroom door he found you pacing. You turned to him, holding a hand up he beckoned to you. Within a breath, you did. He sighed as you pressed your soft body against his. It put him at ease.

Pulling back, you looked at him. “Who’s out there?” Your eyes were huge, as you absently chewed on your bottom lip.

“Its my friend Dustin and his friends.”

“Ok. So its safe?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

You suddenly, pressed your lips against his. “I’m not leaving your side.”

He met your kiss, pressing a few of his own against your soft lips. Over these last few days, they continued to make his stomach tighten with excitement. Right now was no exception.

He didn’t want to pull away, but he had to. But when he did, he gave you one of his more winning smiles. “You better not little nymph.”

There was a hush of whispers which silenced when the floor creaked as he grew close. He made a face.

Going over to the lazy-boy, he plopped down then happily he pulled you to sit astride his lap.

“Oh her!” Dustin, squeaked and came over. “Hi. You’re the new girl.”

“Hi.” You nodded, shifting closer to him. , Eddie bit the inside of his cheek. As he resisted the urge to smile as he felt you shift closer to him. He found it so endearing.

Dustin, smirked at him. “Eddie, I told you two would be cute together.”

******

Raising your eyebrows, you glanced back at Eddie. “I’ll tell you later.” He told you in a hushed, as he squeezed your hip.

“You better.” You gave him a quick look.

Looking back at you, Dustin’s metal smile twinkled. “I wish you had not fluttered off.”

You grimaced.

These past two years, with all the moving you and your dad did you had been strong. And now, you felt like you could crumble. Especially after what you saw, what that thing did.

“What do you expect Henderson? Who wouldn’t run away from you.” Eddie cracked a smile. His voice bringing you out of thoughts; exactly what you needed.

Dustin, shot him a look. Eddie couldn’t hold the bark of laughter that bubbled to the service. He had to admit right now, this little banter made him feel worlds better.

Henderson shrugged as he glanced over at the two of you. “I eventually just got tired of running.”

“Hey!” Dustin squeaked. “Not nice.”

“Sorry buddy, couldn’t resist.”

“It’s alright.” Dustin, made a face before smiling cheerily again.

“I’m just constantly the new girl.” You finally spoke up. “Didn’t want to bother making new friends.”

“But you got a boyfriend.” The girl who introduced herself as Robyn remarked more to herself then anyone else.

Harrington, nudged her. “Be nice.”

“Well, its true.” She shrugged.

Harrington, rolled his eyes. “Hi.” He waved. “I’m Steve. And this is Robyn, she will always say what’s she’s thinking, regardless if its nice or not, and next to her is Max,” The red haired girl, gave a wave. “She’s a great member of our gang.”

“Hello.” You grimaced. “I’m just a girl who’s been at more schools in the last year then I can count.”

You glanced at Eddie before continuing. “And as for Eddie, he wooed me by making me fall off a picnic table in a forest and after seeing him perform with a very metal performance at the Hideout. I was smitten.”

You were growing to rather like how pink would dust Eddie’s cheek whenever you spoke a kind word to him. He felt himself flushing at your compliment.

You felt Eddie inhale. “So, why are you,” He looked at the group and pressed his lips together. “And the others here?”

“So there is some good news and some bad news.

“How do you prefer it?” Dustin asked, finally sitting back on the sofa as seriousness splashed across his face.

******

He met your eyes before replying. “Bad news first, always.”

“Alright, bad news first. We tapped into the Hawkins PD Dispatch with our Cerebro, and they’re definitely looking for you. For you, too.”

You stiffened in his lap.

“They are pretty convinced the two of you killed Chrissy in some kind of ritual.”

He exhaled. “Any other bad news?”

“That’s pretty bad.” Steve added.

“When they came here, we heard snippets of the cops talking. So we already knew.” He pressed his lips together.

“Oh.” Dustin opened and closed his mouth. “So why do they even suspect the two of you?”

He scowled. “She came to performance at The Hideout to score something to help her sleep, she had been suffering from horrible nightmares and needed something to take them away.”

You sighed then added. “She stayed and jammed out with me to Eddie’s performance.”

“And the good news?”

“Your names have not been released yet.” The Mayfield girl, finally popped up.

Steve made a face. “It’s only a matter of time before people begin to suspect. Since it sounds like the two of were the last to see her alive.”

Bile rose in his throat. He felt completely powerless. “Hunt the freak and his mistress.” He spat out.

“Look together we can work on this and get your names cleared.” Robyn leaned forward, her eyes were warm.

“What…” You cut him quietly off by meeting his eyes. He knew you’d have to share that nightmare.

“Eddie.” You whispered, giving him a look. He could barely return your gaze. “Should I tell them?”

He closed his eyes and nodded.

“Tell us what?” Dustin got off the sofa again, taking a few steps closer once again towards the two of you.

Taking one of his hands, you began nervously turn and twist his rings. “I’m here.” He whispered.

He pulled you tighter against him. “The most awful creature showed himself in my dream. This monster disguised himself before he revealed himself. He has plans for Hawkins, horrible things will happen.” You trembled. “The ground was opening up in places.” You squeezed your eyes for a moment.

“Sweetheart.” He drew close to you to whisper. “It’s alright, you’re here.”

******

Sirens from far away grew closer, your eyes met. Instinctively, you turned to his chest, his arms tightened around you. He held you close.

He watched as the others clamored to the window and all peaked out. Harrington he noticed did grab his bat before doing so.

He would not close his eyes, he watched from just above your head. If they were going to come busting through the door, he would not turn away. Several vehicles raced by the window in a blur, and the shrill sound of the sirens faded once again into the distance.

“They’re not stopping. We’re safe.” Robyn looked over her shoulder and smiled.

His heart didn’t relax as it thudded hard against his chest. He hoped that you didn’t feel his worry.

******

*He told me he enjoyed killing the others.” You continued and twisted one of the rings.

“Wait, wait others?” Steve came forward and put a hand on Dustin’s shoulder.

“Molly and her brother; we found out their dad is investigating the case. Well, umm…”You trembled hard in his lap, your voice trailed off.

He made a soft reassuring sound. “I’ll continue.”

“Ok.” You swallowed, he saw the pain in your eyes. It continued to rip at him.

“Last night, before he showed himself in her nightmare, we saw…” He swallowed the bile the memory brought up from his stomach. A ghost of Chrissy’s ponytail swishing as she spoke to him ran across his mind’s eye. It hurt knowing, she was killed by that monster. “We saw what he did to them. So we can only imagine what he did to Chrissy. He’s truly monster.”

Harrington made a face. “We got to get you out of here.”

“But where Steve?” Dustin squeaked.

He shifted on his feet. Eddie couldn’t remember ever seeing Steve think. He always seemed to react. Perhaps, Dustin was good for him.

Harrington never been known to have a poker face, Eddie could practically see the lightbulb shining above his head. “I know the perfect place.”

Eddie rose an eyebrow.

“My parents place on the lake.”

“Oh that’s genius Harrington, your parents will love seeing me and her having taken up residence there.”

Harrington, rolled his eyes. “They closed it for the season. We’ll just have to get you guys some food,” He looked the two of you over. “‘maybe some clothes. And you’ll be set.”

“There we would be mo surprise visits?”

“Nah.”

“It’s comfy and Eddie and Y/N you’ll have entire place to stretch out.” Dustin beamed.

“Except my room or my parent’s room.” Harrington said flatly.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure neither of those will hold any interest to us.” Eddie glanced at him. He didn’t particularly want to owe Harrington but it was the only chance hum and you had at the moment.

“I suppose so.”

“And,” Dustin continued extravagantly. “Its way more comfortable then Rick’s guest room. Always felt he had some grandma stored away there in one of the closets.” He rolled his eyes. “And the squeaking bed was the worst.”

“The squeaking was the worst.” You chuckled. “I was worried it actually had been his grandmother’s room by the look of it.”

“Oh really?” Eddie raised his eyebrows as he looked at you. He chuckled softy as you blushed.

You shrugged. “Look at that bedding, a hundred perfect grandma.”

“Wait a second Dustin, how would you know?” Harrington gave Dustin a look.

Dustin grimaced. “Eddie and I had along with some of the others crashed here after a long DND sesh.”

“Really?”

Dustin, nodded.

Harrington made a face.

Robyn jumped up, “Look the sooner we get them situated the faster we can start finding weaknesses with this Vecna creature.”

“I just wish El was here.” Harrington sighed.

Eddie pressed his lips together. “We can’t always have a girl with super powers helping us out.”

“I know.” His brow furrowed. “But it would make things so much easier.”

“Right now.” Eddie admitted. “You’re the one coming to rescue.”

Harrington scratched the back of his neck and smiled. “I suppose you’re right.”

“I know I am. Thanks.” He smiled at him.

Harrington replied with one of his own. “Its the least I can do with this damn monster running around.”

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