#since i'm gonna graduate high school soon :"D

[quicksilverster]

[😇] crashing ❈ yoon jeonghan

⋆⑅˚₊✎ prompt(s): crashing by illenium, bahari

⋆⑅˚₊✎ genres: a whole lotta fluff, a bit of angst, acquaintances-to-lovers!au, college!au, roommate!au.

⋆⑅˚₊✎ description: Five times Jeonghan crashes at Yejin’s apartment, and the one time she crashes at his.

⋆⑅˚₊✎ warning(s): mentions of alcohol

⋆⑅˚₊✎ pairing(s): yoon jeonghan x kang yejin

⋆⑅˚₊✎ word count: 3.4k words

⋆⑅˚₊✎ a/n: A fic I turned into a short story and into a fic again because I recently got back into SEVENTEEN. This is old, 2021-early 2022 writing, but I’m going to post it anyway because it wasn’t that bad (IMO) + I like this story. (i also apologize for the banner quality cuz it's been literal years since i made one for a kpop dude)

one.

The first time Jeonghan crashed at her place, Yejin was alone in her apartment, working on her essay.

Her roommate Aera wasn’t home; she was at a party or club somewhere, getting drunk and dancing her limbs off. Yejin could practically see her limping the next morning, the product of a crushed foot. She was alone in her room, sipping from a mug of warm tea as she added words in Times New Romans font onto her document. The only source of light in the room made its presence known through the glaring screen in front of her, illuminating her worn face. Melodies from her Spotify window and the clacking noise from her fingers drumming the keys were the only sounds in the room, accompanied by Yejin’s tired breathing. She leaned against the back of her chair with exhaustion, her brain fried like a skillet.

Yejin was jolted out of her reverie when the sharp rapping of knuckles against her front door resonated into her ears. Aera usually arrived home after 2 a.m. during one of these crazy social events, meaning the person at the door could not be her. The knocks were rather composed, too, given by one with a sober mind. Begrudgingly peeling her eyes away from the screen, Yejin slid her arctic feet into her fluffy slippers and headed to the front door. Gripping the door handle tightly, she swung it open to meet a familiar face, a smile frozen across his face as a result of the wintry atmosphere outside.

“It’s 11 p.m., why are you still awake?” Jeonghan bustled into the apartment chattering like a mother hen. He scrutinized her fluffy lavender pajamas and wide eyes behind her glinting spectacles. “I understand that you have work and stuff, but sleep is important as well.”

Yejin blinked blankly, watching Jeonghan tut over her apartment with a watchful eye, and dropped an overnight bag on her couch. “Um,” she managed after a few flummoxed seconds. “Uh, what are you doing here?”

“Aera sent me here,” he shrugged, carding his messy locks back. “She wanted me to make sure you’re doing your essay diligently instead of scrolling through Instagram or whatnot.”

“So you’re sleeping over?” Yejin raised a doubtful eyebrow.

Jeonghan scratched the back of his head. “Well, Aera said she might not be back until tomorrow morning, so she wants me to keep you company.”

Aera was currently dating Jeonghan’s best friend and roommate Seungcheol, so she was well acquainted with the young man in front of her. However, that didn’t mean she was entirely comfortable with the idea of him sleeping over in her apartment.

Jeonghan seemed to comprehend Yejin’s indecisive expression, for he placed his hands in the air. “I won’t do anything suspicious, I promise. Aera just doesn’t want you to be alone here.”

“Okay,” Yejin said, slipping her earbud into her ear as she continued her assignment. “Make yourself at home, I guess.”

Jeonghan grinned a broad, boyish smile, before plopping onto the couch and pulling his phone out to play a mobile game. Within a few minutes, he had fallen asleep. His snores accompanied the already existing sounds in the room.

Yejin eyed him from her workstation, her lips punctured as she wondered what her roommate was up to.

two.

“I’m perfectly fine being by myself,” Yejin said with as much patience (which isn’t much) as she could summon from the inner depths of her heart. However, her roommate was making it particularly difficult to be nice.

“I told you a hundred times, you need human interaction!” Aera said as she shoved her feet into a pair of heels, ready for yet another party.

“Easy for you to say, you social butterfly.”

Aera grinned proudly at the nickname she was bestowed with. “Thank you!” She said, bowing for extra effect.

Yejin fought the urge to roll her eyes. “Jeonghan hardly counts as human interaction.” She poked the yogurt cup in her hand with her spoon, denting the fragile base of the plastic. “Whenever he comes here, he only lounges over our couch, steals our snacks, and plays with his phone.”

“It’d be nice if you both become friends.”

“Doesn’t Jeonghan have a girlfriend? Are you sure it’s wise for him to be here?”

Aera fidgeted in the spot, her eyes ricocheting from the door and to her roommate. “If you put it like that, probably not.”

“You just want me to interact with him because he’s your boyfriend’s roommate.”

“And he’s a nice person, and you need his company,” Aera added hurriedly. “Now can I go? I’m going to be late.”

“Fine,” Yejin said. Aera bolted as soon as the words left her roommate’s mouth. Yejin shook her head almost endearingly as the front door slammed shut.

Half an hour later, Jeonghan materialized in her doorway with a messy hairdo and a plastic bag filled with boxes of food. The former was the result of the displeased weather outside, but Yejin couldn’t think of a special occasion that would warrant takeout.

“I heard you have an exam coming up,” Jeonghan placed the plastic bag down in front of her laptop, the smell of it tantalizing Yejin’s stomach to growl. “So I got you this.”

Yejin eyed the plastic bag, her fingers tingling to reach out and devour whatever was inside in a single gulp. She glanced upward and stared into Jeonghan’s eyes. It was difficult to maintain contact; his eyes were obsidian in color, as dark as black holes. If Yejin stared for too long, she’d get sucked in.

“What are you getting out of this?” Yejin asked as politely as she could, though a trained ear could detect the venom hiding within.

Jeonghan leaned in, his disorganized chestnut side-swept hair falling over his eyes. He fixed the navy blue backpack strap hanging from the side of his shoulder as he bent down to stare into her eyes. Yejin held her breath, intimidated by the sudden change of atmosphere.

“Your friendship,” Jeonghan ended cheekily, a boyish smile curling on the corners of his lips.

“Ha,” Yejin muttered weakly, running her hand through her long hair.

“You’re a very smart student, Yejin,” Jeonghan reached out to fidget with her laptop screen, pushing it close before pulling it up again before it could involuntarily shut down. “But it’s okay to take a break sometimes, you know. When you’re done with that assignment of yours, let’s play Monopoly.”

“Monopoly?” Yejin frowned. “We don’t have Monopoly here.”

“I noticed,” Jeonghan commented in a pained tone. “How can you not have a Monopoly board in this apartment? You and Aera are disappointments. Here,” he dropped his backpack on the floor and pulled out a Monopoly board.

Yejin raised a brow. “You brought a whole Monopoly board with you?”

“Yes, for this very special occasion,” Jeonghan said proudly. “Eat your food, and then tell me when you’re finished with your work. I’ll wait for you.”

Despite her protests, Yejin’s heart fluttered a little at his words.

“Okay,” she mumbled.

Jeonghan smiled and threw his body over the couch, unaware that he left a certain girl’s heart hammering violently against her sternum.

three.

A knock dragged Yejin’s attention away from her book and towards the door. Setting the paperback page down on the coffee table, Yejin stretched her sore back as her guest knocked on her door again.

“Coming,” she said, peeking through the eyehole to check. Her eyes widened a little when she recognized the mop of brown hair and swung the door wide open without hesitation. Jeonghan fell forward like a piece of domino, but luckily, Yejin caught his shoulders before he could collide with the ground.

“Get up, you’re heavy,” Yejin inhaled, catching a whiff of alcohol. She coughed, startled. “Oh, crap. Have you been drinking?”

“It was Aera,” he mumbled, his legs flailing behind him. He groaned as his palm flew to his temple. Yejin laid him gently on the couch and rummaged through her drawers for painkillers.

“What were you doing with Aera?” Yejin asked as she placed a glass of water and some tablets on the coffee table. She peered down at Jeonghan’s head from the side of the couch as his body took up the rest of the comfy furniture. From her vantage point, she could see the elegant curves and slopes that made up Jeonghan’s face. He was, indeed, handsome. She threw her gaze away in case he saw her staring, but he was too drunk to care.

“Some party,” Jeonghan said, his voice so soft that Yejin had to guess what he said through his closed lips. He had an arm over his eyes, and his voice sounded strained. Yejin raised an eyebrow.

“Okay,” she pulled at his arm to get him to sit up. “Come on, you need to drink this.”

“I don’t have a headache yet,” his words were slurred as Yejin attempted to yank him to his feet.

“You look like you have a headache. Trust me, Aera’s my roommate.”

“Can I confess something?” Jeonghan swiftly rolled over onto his stomach as he shot Yejin a smile. Or a smirk, more like, judging from the lopsided curve on the right side of his mouth.

“Okay?” Yejin gulped, feeling her cheeks pinking at the casual smile he offered.

“I actually like you,” he laughed, a bubbly note ringing through the silent air of the apartment.

Yejin froze. “What?”

“It was two years ago. I saw you at orientation and developed a crush on you. Surprising, eh? And I only saw you once but I fell deep. In love, I mean. I forgot about you, sort of, when I didn’t see you again for a very long time. And then a few months ago I saw you in the library and learned you were my roommate’s girlfriend’s roommate. You can imagine my shock.”

“Jeonghan, you have a girlfriend,” Yejin reminded him, feeling a stinging in her eye sockets.

“Yeah, I know,” Jeonghan laughed, his eyelids closing halfway through. “Funny. If only I went out more, socialized more, you know. Maybe I would’ve met you. Maybe I would’ve been dating you right now.”

“You sound so confident,” Yejin said, reaching out to press her palm against Jeonghan’s cheek. Just this once. One time, then I’m never going to do this again.

“I mean, maybe. I don’t know,” Jeonghan leaned into her hand and his lips brushed the heel of her palm. Her breath hitched and she swallowed. “Do you like me?”

Yejin grimaced, her lips embracing her teeth. “I don’t know.”

Jeonghan kept his firm gaze on her eyes, but she looked away within seconds. A sigh escaped his mouth and he leaned against the couch.

“Of course, you don’t.” He peeled Yejin’s hand from his cheek. “I’m sorry for coming here.”

“It’s alright,” Yejin said, running her fingers through his hair. “I don’t mind at all.”

“I really like you,” Jeonghan repeated, his voice fading into a soft laugh. “I just…”

A snore left his throat, and a tear escaped her eyelids.

four.

“I want you to be gentle with Jeonghan,” Aera said as she shoved her heels into her shoes.

“What do you mean?” Yejin asked as soon as she pulled the pen from between her teeth. Normally, she’d tuck the piece of stationary behind her ear, but that space was currently occupied by her black-rimmed glasses.

“Something happened,” Aera answered vaguely, averting her gaze from Yejin’s scrutiny.

“To him?”

“You’ll see for yourself.”

When Jeonghan came along, Yejin immediately understood what Aera meant. His fluffy swept hair was even more disgruntled than usual, vaguely reminding Yejin of a thornbush. There were dark circles under his eyes that were almost the shade of his onyx eyes and his lips were chapped and scarlet in some places, but Yejin glanced away before he could catch her staring. Despite how exhausted he looked, he still managed to smile at her.

“I’ve never seen you wear glasses before,” he said.

Yejin tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, swallowing nervously. “Yeah, well, I usually prefer my lenses.”

Jeonghan exhaled, a rough, guttural sound that shattered Yejin’s glass heart into a thousand fragments. “I broke up with Stacey.”

“Oh,” Yejin closed her eyes, squeezing them tightly. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Jeonghan laughed, an empty sound that undulated as he flopped face-first onto the couch. “I’m sorry about last time and for… for being here. I don’t know who else to go to.”

Yejin pursed her lips, wondering if Jeonghan still remembered his confession. Did he remember that he told her he liked her? Did he remember how she placed her palm on his cheek? Did he remember the sound of her heartbeat and the warm emotions thumping in rhythm with her blood?

“Do you want a hug?” she asked, surprising herself.

Jeonghan watched her, a small smile materializing on his face. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

Yejin accompanied Jeonghan on the couch and allowed him to sink his head into the dip of her shoulder. They stayed that way for a while as Yejin allowed Jeonghan to take the warm comfort she offered him.

“I saw her,” he mumbled into the collar of Yejin’s sweater, “with another guy. It’s only been a week since we broke up and there she is. Dating again.”

“Maybe… that’s her way of recovering?” Yejin asked meekly.

“Maybe,” Jeonghan exhaled and Yejin could feel his breath on her neck. “But it still hurts so much, you know.”

“Yeah,” Yejin stared out at the dark sky. “I know.”

“Can I…” Jeonghan shifted to a more comfortable position, keeping his head on Yejin’s shoulder and his arms around her torso. “Can I stay here tonight?”

“Sure.” Yejin pulled away to grab a cushion on the floor and positioned it under Jeonghan’s head. “Not a problem at all.”

Jeonghan looped his fingers through Yejin’s hand, and she didn’t pull away. Instead, she rested her head against the couch and watched his chest rise and fall.

five.

“What’s he doing here?” Aera frowned.

“No, the question is, why are you still here?” Yejin responded.

“I live here!” Aera threw her hands into the air incredulously.

“She’s kicking you out,” Jeonghan snickered. “She wants full ownership of the apartment and the cat and the refrigerator full of your delicious food.”

“We don’t have a cat.”

“He’s the cat,” Yejin jabbed her finger in Jeonghan's direction.

“Ouch,” Jeonghan used his hand that wasn’t occupied with holding a yogurt cup to slam the right side of his chest. “That smarts, Yejin.”

Even the way he said her name made her stomach soar.

“It’s true!” She argued, hoping that her cheeks remained their normal hue. “All you do here is sleep and eat our food. Just like a cat.”

“I meant,” Aera began, flapping the air when Jeonghan opened his mouth to argue, “that I haven’t even left and yet you’re already here. You usually come after I’m gone.”

“We’re having a movie marathon today,” Yejin said. “We’re binging the Larry Hatter movies.”

“Ah, that’s a classic. Have fun, you two.”

“Do you have the popcorn?” Yejin asked as the front door slammed shut.

Jeonghan snorted. “Of course I brought the popcorn. And the candy. What’s a movie marathon without candy?” He grabbed the tubs of popcorn and the colorful plastic bag and plopped onto the couch next to Yejin with a huff.

Larry Hatter and the Thaumaturge’s Rock flashed across the screen in front of them, but Yejin could only focus on the side of Jeonghan’s face. She watched the colors dance over the soft angles of his cheeks, garnering a blush on Yejin’s cheeks. Suddenly, he was watching her, but she didn’t look away.

“Is my face much more interesting than the movie?” Jeonghan laughed, a smirk dancing over his lips. Yejin fought the urge to slap it off his face.

“Why do you like coming over here?” Yejin answered with a question, her head slightly tilted to the side.

Jeonghan paused, watching her as Persephone scolded Roland for pronouncing a spell wrong on screen. Yejin watched the emotions swirl behind his irises, unable to discern any of them.

“Because you’re here,” he said.

Yejin nodded, trying not to smile at the vague answer. “Mhm.”

“Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not making fun of you.”

“You’re smiling,” he poked her cheek and Yejin fought the urge to lean into his hand.

Remember, he just got out of a relationship. Don’t do this to him.

“So what, you’ve taken away my right to smile now?” Yejin huffed.

“No,” Jeonghan assured, throwing his head back in a laugh. “It’s just that I can’t control myself when you smile.”

Breathe.

“Okay,” Yejin shrugged. She tightened her grip on her bowl of popcorn and kept a steel gaze on the movie, making sure to ignore Jeonghan’s stares and his hands.

+ one.

One bad thing kept happening after the other.

Earlier that day, someone knocked into Yejin while she was going up the stairs and she fell, scraping her knees against the pavement. They burned like an inferno and Yejin had to bite her lip to prevent herself from crying. The person who shoved her didn’t even spare a second glance her way; she walked home limping. When she arrived home, she checked her phone and discovered that she attained a superbly low grade for one of her essays. She also received a message from one of her friends that his dog ripped apart a book that she lent him. To make matters worse, it was one of her favorite books; a book her mother had given her on her fifteenth birthday.

It was too much for Yejin to handle.

Aera wasn’t home—where was comfort when you needed it—and no one from her family was picking up. Yejin’s face was buried deep into her right palm as another hand pressed her phone against her ear.

Please, Yejin thought as the phone continued to ring in her ear.

“Hello?”

Yejin’s balloon heart sagged in relief.

“Hi,” she swallowed. “Can I come over?”

Jeonghan’s response was immediate. “Yes.”

That was how Yejin found herself in Jeonghan’s apartment, snuggled against him on the couch with a warm mug of hot chocolate. He was playing a game on his PS5, but his arms were around Yejin like a large, comfy teddy bear. She leaned against his chest, hearing his heartbeat in sync with hers.

“Thanks,” she mumbled to him, and she could feel his heart pump faster.

“Any time,” he answered, pulling her closer to his chest.

Yejin continued to watch the characters and graphics flash across the screen. She sipped her hot chocolate as she placed her hands on one of Jeonghan’s hands, momentarily distracting him from his game. He recovered quickly and twisted his thumb so that he was caressing her palm.

“Jeonghan?”

He hummed in response.

“I think I like you.”

Jeonghan froze and his character died. He turned to her, ignoring the flashing message on the screen that spelled GAME OVER in red capital letters.

“You think?” he asked, voice cracking at the end.

Yejin shook her head quickly. “No, no. Not think. I do like you.”

She squirmed nervously; he was still at a loss for words. She vaguely watched his throat gulp as he swallowed.

“Really?” he asked, his voice raw and vulnerable.

Yejin understood why he was so hesitant. He had recently gotten out of a relationship—he didn’t know if he was ready to give his heart to someone else after losing it not too long ago.

“You don’t have to give me an answer right now,” Yejin assured, squeezing his wrist. “I’ll wait—”

“Yejin.”

Yejin glanced at Jeonghan’s serious expression; his jawline is firm and stiff and his eyebrows are slightly wrinkled. He stared at her for a while, deep in thought, before he leaned in to kiss her.

Her eyes fluttered shut in response. Jeonghan’s lips were slightly chapped but soft and gentle. She was frozen for a while, her mind unable to process what was happening at first. Then Jeonghan pulled away, and she grabbed his collar to pull him into her.

“Yejin,” Jeonghan said breathlessly, his hair tousled as he held Yejin in his arms. “I don’t want you to think I’m only using you as a rebound; I like you, from the bottom of my heart. Can I be your boyfriend?”

Yejin laughed at the innocent question and reached up to tuck one of his curls behind his ear. She leaned up to peck him again.

“Yes.”

© silver newton┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。

#jeonghan #yoon jeonghan #seventeen imagines #jeonghan imagines #seventeen scenarios #jeonghan scenarios #kpop imagines #roommate au #college au #kpop scenarios #fluff #angst #quicksilverster #one-shot #m:😇 #five #it's been so long since i posted something #first time in two years #wow #i have a jihoon fic in the works but whether or not i'll actually finish and post it is a whole other matter #since i'm gonna graduate high school soon :"D #ARGH #time flies way too fast #wtc

[sugarmouchie]

hello valentine! how are you? i hope life is being kind to you! i heard that your request is open, so i try to send something :D hopefully this isn't too much!

may i request haitham with inazuman fem!reader? let's say they met because she's pursuing education in akademiya. once she graduates, she spends some times working in sumeru. but of course, one day she need to go back to inazuma again. how are their long distant relationship look like? do he visit her sometimes? bonus point if she's the opposite of him, like emotional and sunshine type person (but not as loud as kaveh! no shade to him tho, i lobe him xD). of course you can adjust this request as much as you want~ no pressure at all xD

i think that's it! i'm sorry if i make grammarical mistakes or anything, english is not my mother tounge. but still, thanks in advance, dear valentine! 💖

a/n. so sorry this took a while to get to :') im trying my best to catch up with my inbox i promise, other than that,, thank you for the request anon! <3 i’m sick but i’m getting better !! :)

cw. fem!reader, reader is from inazuma, a bit of angst in the beginning (?), mentions of scara (my beloved), cyno, tighnari, kaveh and other characters, i got sorta lazy at the end LOL this was just supposed to be a little time after time fic ig? if that makes any sense like something happens then another thing happens i guess? idk LMAO

"you realize i won't be able to stay for long, right?" your weary voice catches onto his ears when you begin to speak.

with a facepalm, alhaitham replies, "of course, kaveh’s coming home soon so you’d have to go," alhaitham replies, to which you chuckled about.

"well," you pause, "that's not what i meant."

"haitham! stop rummaging through my papers!" you squeak when he attempts to help you, mentally face palming yourself.

"[name]," he looks at you, "people like to help each other, everyone's gotta help someone else some day."

ah, here he goes again.

you giggle.

"okay, okay," you roll your eyes in a playful manner, "well, go check up on kaveh, he's practically screaming your name at this point."

"i'd rather stay here with you," he interrupts.

does he know what will happen?

those words sent shivers down your spine.

yes, you two were in a healthy, established relationship, but what he does not know is that you took his words a completely different way.

all of a sudden, you hear someone walking over to the two of you, alhaitham right beside you instantly assuming it was kaveh.

"hey, you kids gotta go, the bell rang already."

...apparently not.

"stop thinking so hard about it [name]," alhaitham interrupts your train of thought.

"nothing's gonna happen either way, you do realize that if you don't get into [desired career], then there's multiple other options you have in here. we went here for a reason, right?"

...ah, his smart self always seemed to cheer you up, always enough to get rid of every thought in your brain possible, just like when he comforted you when you were panicking about what seemed like fifty different school assignments back in high school.

...

"let me help you," alhaitham spoke, instantly swiping the papers out of your hands.

"but-!?" you insist, but not quick enough since alhaitham was already looking for his glasses, the ones that kaveh gave him since he changed careers in high school.

"no 'but's," he interrupted you once more, your insists practically flying out of the already freezing cold window that was still going because of how hot it was inside your apartment.

...

back in the present time, he was tapping on the side of your head like it was a solid rock, but trying his best to be careful with you.

"you always zone out," alhaitham starts once more, interrupting your train of thought once more.

"and you always interrupt me," you roll your eyes, scoffing at him.

"you didn't even say anything though."

after you and alhaitham’s graduation, you’d decided that you would work in sumeru, with the special occasions of helping out alhaitham too.

"cyno! stop kicking sand onto me!" you laughed, trying not to get sand in your eyes as you were cleaning up the eremites' base.

“where’s tighnari?” you suddenly ask.

"he's on his way, he was dehydrated not too long ago until scaramouche gave him water," he replied, thinking back to the time he had to hand over the water that scaramouche gave him to tighnari who could barely even stand, breathing heavier than usual.

after that, he knew tighnari would take longer than expected to come visit both of you.

scaramouche, having just obtained the crown and lost it, he was more unmotivated than usual so you all knew that he wasn't going to come, considering how stubborn he was and how he refused requests almost all the time.

...and of course, kaveh was stressed out again.

after months and months, here you were, wking on the streets of inazuma with none other than kaveh, alhaitham’s stubborn roommate.

“do you know when you’ll be able to go back to sumeru?” kaveh suddenly asks you, to which you whipped your head to the left to look at him.

“erm… well, i did tell him that i’d have to leave one day but,” you paused, “he didn’t… understand.”

“what do you mean?” kaveh questioned with a gasp to which you let out a small laugh about.

“well, i told him a year ago that one day i’d have to leave and he instantly thought it was about you coming over so i would have to leave,” you replied, trying your best to explain to alhaitham’s blonde friend.

“well i guess that’s just how life works,” kaveh sighed, trying to attempt an emotional facade.

you laughed again.

…

ever since that day, you’ve met some people along the way of your journey back in your hometown, inazuma.

the summer shade of inazuma under certain sakura trees caught your attention when you were walking with ayaka.

the sight reminded you of how things would go downhill but alhaitham was always there with you.

the shade representing your emotions, and the petals representing alhaitham being by your side.

you thought it was cheesy, letting out a small giggle from it to which ayaka questioned you about.

she was the girl who had always thought you were different from any other person in inazuma, since you’ve never told her that you were previously in sumeru for a long period of time.

you looked over to her, your view meeting her confused face.

“…ayaka, i’m fine,” your weary tone of voice spoke.

“…right.”

…

and ever since that day, you and alhaitham always called over any devices that ayaka and thoma made for you.

thoma, having always practiced forging with ayato, has taken a very long time trying to make certain souvenirs for you and other trinkets.

you could never thank him enough for the device that he made for you in order to call alhaitham.

however, you never told thoma that you were in a relationship with a man from sumeru.

…

so when you told him, he was shocked.

to say the least.

…

“AND YOU NEVER TOLD US THAT PART!?” he practically screamed.

“…”

“i knew you would act like this,” ayato came up from behind.

and well, so in conclusion, you and alhaitham’s relationship was… pretty much perfect!

the only downside was that you could never find ways to convince ayato to drive you back to sumeru, but you had your ways to convince him.

“alhaitham, hi!” thoma yelled, seeing his camera on screen from a few meters away behind you.

“THOMA—“

@sugarmouchie do not copy/translate/repost on other platforms please and thank uu 🤍

#alhaitham fluff #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x you #alhaitham x y/n #valentine’s works 🎀 #genshin impact fanfics #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines

[plumxwrites]

hellraiser. // eddie munson. (6)

pairing: eddie munson x female!reader - stranger things cast x female!reader

summary: Between school, band practices, D&D nights and shitty parents, you and Eddie have created the perfect little secret life together. The town of Hawkins despises him, but not you. You’re head over heels for the son of a bitch. About to graduate, the two of you are ready to run out of Indiana the moment those caps go in the air, but the inevitable Hawkins Curse creeps its way back into town, and takes hold of what you once thought was untouchable.

word count: 12k (YIKES, I'm sorry, I got carried AWAY.)

warnings: language (always), mentions of death, suggestive conversation, SEXUAL CONTENT, MDNI, 18+ , mentions of s/a storyline (not descriptive), smoking and drinking,  SEASON 4 SPOILERS. I was sectioning off the SC, but I've just left it alone in this part.

a/n: hi, thanks for being here! :) Follows the storyline of Season 4! Beware of spoilers in case you haven’t watched the masterpiece. So, disclaimer, I've realized I've messed up the years, I think, and made Nancy and Jonathan a year older than they should be. Oopsie, we're just gonna go with it. I want the whole gang back together soon, I love them all together, this is right before shit starts to hit the fan... Not ready.

*gif not mine, creds to whoever owns*

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part six. what else would you do with spare time?

Water sloshed beneath the boards of the shed, a simple sound that had lulled you to sleep in Eddie’s arms. An hour and a half had passed since you ran from Robin and Nancy at Hawkins High, and straight to Rick’s in shambles. It was an hour and a half of deep breaths, of Eddie calming you down and trying to make you smile, and ultimately trying to not lose his own shit over what you had seen.

For a millisecond he didn’t believe you, and it genuinely made him worry about you being drug too far into this mess, the thought of you possibly going crazy twisting his stomach into a knot, but after seeing Chrissy levitate to his ceiling… He’s sure that whatever you saw was very real. Vines, and slime, and a mother who looked like a monster didn’t seem impossible for Hawkins at this point.

Quieting down after Eddie affirms your stories, he simply says, “I believe you,” And it’s enough for you, even if you weren’t sure he was telling the full truth.

“Don’t bullshit me, Eddie, I know how this sounds-” You had mumbled back to him. Eddie lifted a hand to brush your hair from your face, and kissed you softly on the forehead, cutting off the end of your sentence swiftly.

“No, no… No, I’m not, truly, I- I do,” He had whispered, centimeters from your face, “I believe you.”

Nothing else was said for a few minutes after that, so you subconsciously let your eyes shut, letting the sound of the lake and the cool breeze that grazed the skin of your cheeks pull you into a sleep that was much needed.

The moment each of your breaths got heavier, signifying you were actually asleep, Eddie closes his own eyes, taking a long, deep breath into his stomach. He glances down to you quickly, feeling your body move against his, thinking the way his chest rose was what disturbed you. He smiles longingly, watching you shift where your head was cradled in his elbow, turning your body into his and wrapping an arm around his waist. 

He wanted to live in this moment forever. With everything that was going on outside of the shed door, the cops, the people searching for him, and- the Upside Down world, apparently- for the first time in a long time… Eddie’s mind was quiet. Sitting here on the floor with you wrapped around his body sound asleep, the view of the moon hanging over Lovers Lake admiring its own reflection, and the serenity the fresh air was giving him was infatuating. 

His brain was hardwired with permanent struggle. Living was harder for Eddie than it was for other people, and he’s spent so many of his days wondering why everyone else was given a handbook on life and he was somehow snubbed. It was as if other kids his age had the blueprint. School was a battle, and conversing with others was a hassle because they thought he was just… strange. He didn’t know why he couldn’t control the odd impulses that weasled their way into his brain somehow, and when he did get control, he snapped in some other way. Once Eddie had told his Uncle Wayne that it felt like life was a tree and everybody was a bird, or something who knew how to climb said tree, and the two of them shared a laugh till Eddie said that in that scenario he was a fish. A fish trying to climb a tree that every other wilderness Alvin, Simon and Theodore could make it to the top of with ease.

The past couple of days there had not been a single soul up his ass bothering him. He hasn't been hassled by teachers, or glared at on the streets. There were no cops making their presence known whenever Eddie stepped even an inch into their eyesight, and even though it was eating him alive from the inside out, he was glad neither of you have had to deal with your parents. Eventually he’s sure you were going to have to go home. Eddie was a nuisance, and wanted to protect you, but he wasn’t a homewrecker. A homewrecker in the sense that he would pull you away from your family, that was the last thing he would ever want for you.

From somewhere behind him, there’s a muffled buzz and the sound of a voice. A voice that belonged to a curly haired, tiny genius. Perking up a bit, Eddie looks over his shoulder and very delicately takes the hand from around your legs to push aside the tarp from the boat that was crumpled in the corner, revealing the walkie that Dustin had left for him. Scooting closer to the corner to reach it, Eddie glances down to you to make sure he isn’t waking you up.

“Dustin? Dustin?” Eddie says quietly. Releasing the button, he waits seven seconds, he counted, until he gets a response.

“Hoooly shit, Eddie,” Dustin's voice is hushed, a tinge of worry laced within it. Eddie cracks a smile anyway, thrilled to hear from him regardless of what it was about.

“Hey man,” Eddie says, “What are you guys up to, what’s going on?”

“No time for small talk,” Dustin scolds, and Eddie’s eyebrows knit together, “Where the hell are you?”

“Uh,” Eddie chuckles, “Ricks?”

“Are you asking me, or telling me, Eddie, Jesus Chri- Y’know what, whatever, we’ve got a situation on our hands here, a big one,” Dustin is speaking a mile a minute.

“Dustin, calm down,” Eddie tries to intervene, but Dustin starts chattering on and on about Max and how she’s seen Vecna, and how all of her symptoms match up with Chrissy and Fred, another boy who was killed the exact way the cheerleader had been. He was the reason that the sirens went by that morning, they were going to the scene of the crime.

Shutting his eyes tight, Eddie scrunches his face, trying to keep the image of what he’s witnessed out of his mind. He listens to his friend describe everything Max has seen, the kid clearly repeating things to Eddie that were said from other people behind him, probably Max. Eddie can only imagine the way she was rolling her eyes at him, he didn’t know Max that well, but he knew she was a pistol. Looking down at you after another mention of Vecna’s name, Eddie’s heart rate escalates.

“Uh, Dustin,” Eddie says calmly once the freshman had quieted, “You mentioned something… about a clock?” 

“Yep,” Is all that is said back to him. Laughing to himself at how simple the response was, Eddie shakes his head.

“What would happen if someone thinks that they… saw Vecna, but didn’t see a clock?” Eddie asks, letting his eyes fall on the peacefulness that is your sleeping being.

“Eddie, what have you seen?” Dustin asks with warning. You stir again in Eddie’s lap, nuzzling your face into his chest again as if you weren’t close enough. He contemplates answering, wondering if he shouldn’t share what you think you’ve seen in case there was the slightest chance it was actually a nightmare. You had told him you don’t remember falling asleep, or know if you were actually asleep. Admiring how your lashes laid on your cheeks, Eddie presses the button.

“Uh, not me, not what I’ve seen,” He says, and hears the button click on the other side, then a whole bunch of utter chaos like the walkie was being tossed around or fought over. Eddie lowers his brows, looking at it.

“What? What? Is she with you? When? How? What’d she say?” It was Robin, “She was frazzled when she got out of the car, Eddie, what did she say? She didn’t tell me anything, she just ran away, is she okay?” Swearing to all that is holy, the girl speaks faster than Dustin.

“I got her,” Eddie smiles, happy that you’ve seemed to make a friend amongst the looming apocalypse, “She’s safe. She’s… she’s sleeping,” He looks back down to you, “But she was scared. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her look that terrified in my life, and being completely honest, it’s terrifying me.”

“She had that look in her eye… the one you had when we found you,” Robin says, “What did she tell you, Eddie.” 

Waiting a couple of seconds, he sighs and gives in, telling whoever was listening everything you had told him. He affirmed your story, doing it justice by giving them every detail, and telling them that he believed you, though he didn’t want to include the part about him being dead. That part was haunting him, like an eerie shadow on his back he couldn’t shake.

“But, no clock?” Robin questions. With every visual you had given him about this ominous world you were submerged in for a couple of minutes, Eddie doesn’t remember hearing about a clock, you never mentioned one.

“No clock,” Eddie confirms, chewing on his bottom lip while he waits for a response. Two minutes goes by in radio silence. “Hello?” He says into the walkie.

“One sec, Eddie,” Dustin’s voice comes through. Still fast asleep, Eddie’s eyes are on you, watching your face as your eyebrows scrunch above your closed eyes. They relax, then furrow again, making Eddie wonder what you could be dreaming about. He prays it’s something happy, an escape from the crazy and not anything menacing like a goopy monster impersonating your mother, screaming at you that your boyfriend is dead.

“Dustin,” Eddie says, getting impatient.

“Hang on! We’re trying to figure this out-”

“Dustin!” Eddie nearly shouts into the speaker, “You’ve got to give me something, is she going to be okay?” Two of Vecna’s victims had visions of him before their untimely death. Max had her first one tonight, and yes, that scared Eddie, he doesn’t want what happened to Chrissy and Fred to happen to Max. More importantly, he doesn’t want to watch you end up like them.

“Eddie, calm down, we’re talking it out over here,” Dustin tries his best to keep his cool, but it’s not enough for Eddie.

“Listen, Bard,” Eddie says from behind his teeth, “You better figure this shit out, fast. I will not sit here and wait for a mysterious countdown to come to an end. I swear to God, I will do what it takes to make sure nothing happens to her, nothing better even touch her. Dustin, you better have an answer for me fast, or I will shun you out of Hellfire before you even get the chance to touch those dice again.” Silence on the group's side. Eddie’s heart is beating even faster than before.

“You’re all idiots if you think I won’t throw her over my shoulder right now, and cross multiple state lines, changing our names, shedding our Indiana identities. I don’t even give two shits if I have to outrun a couple of small town cops, I’ve done it before, I’ll do it again-”

“Eddie,” Dustin says gently, cutting his ramble off, “We’ll figure this out. Okay?” Sucking in a slow, deep breath through his nose, Eddie closes his eyes.

“Tomorrow night,” He says, “I need an answer.”

“Tomorrow night, got it,” Dustin says, and Eddie swears he can see him saluting. 

“Be safe, buddy,” Eddie says quietly after a moment of quiet, pushing the antena of the walkie down, sliding it back into the corner of the shed. Groaning, he rolls his head back and slouches.

“What’s a Bard?” You ask just above a whisper, startling Eddie, making him jump so hard his body almost shut down and restarted itself.

“Jeeesus Chriiist, woman,” He sneers, looking down at the smile on your face. 

“Sorry,” You mumble, slow-blinking with exhaustion.

“S’okay, holy fuck,” Eddie says, laughing, “What’s a… What did you ask me?” He asks, not even processing what you had said to him before his nervous system was shocked.

“A Bard,” You say, and he gives you a look.

“You know what that is,” He grills playfully. Rolling your eyes, you smile again.

“I know,” You say before whispering, “Just tell me again. Want to hear you talk about it, makes me… happy.”

“Oh,” Eddie breathes, cradling your cheek in his hand, “Then we gotta go from the start.” He says in a funny voice, raising his eyebrows, both of you laughing together.

Nancy Wheeler lived in the exact neighborhood that Robin had pictured in her brain when it was said they’d all be going to the Wheeler’s. It was a grand, two story house at the end of a cul-de-sac near the Sinclairs with a long driveway and another station wagon parked there. It was a cute street to anyone who didn’t have to live there, unless you were the parents. The parents who lived in each house on this block made it their mission to outdo the others with how extraordinary their lawns appeared.

After overstaying their welcome at the high school, and Steve almost nearly beating the shit out of Lucas with a lamp, the group ushered Max out of the school and into Steve’s backseat between Dustin and Lucas. With his eyes glued to the rearview mirror, Steve followed Nancy to Maple and groaned to himself the moment her house came into view. The kids were quiet for most of the ride, though Lucas wanted nothing more than to simply talk to Max. Even Dustin was at a loss for words, especially after the conversation he’d had over the walkie with Eddie about you.

If three people had been seeing clocks, the fact that you didn’t see one wasn’t adding up and it was frustrating the freshman. To have Vecna show himself to you, show you the Upside Down and suck you into one of his visions to only chant again and again that ‘Eddie is dead’ made absolutely no sense. There was one connection shared with Eddie and Vecna, and it was that Eddie was unfortunately with Chrissy the moment he had gotten her. Other than that, Dustin couldn’t seem to put together a correlation.

“Hey, Henderson,” Steve broke the silence as he put the car in park, parking in front of the Wheeler’s in the street. All three heads in the backseat snapped to look at where he was turned around in the front, leading him to gesture his hand to Lucas and Max for them to follow the girls inside where Nancy had parked in her driveway.

“Get inside safe,” Dustin said quietly to the two of them, and accepted the glare he got from Max with grace. It was expected. She was a tough girl, and though it’s been an hour since her vision of the clock in the wall at Hawkins High, she knew sympathy and sappiness from her crew was incoming like a fire engine, and Max, this entire past year, has not been in the touchy-feely mood. 

Once the door of the BMW was shut, Dustin looks back to Steve who’s wearing a puzzled expression, one that wasn’t laced with worry, which means Steve had an irrelevant question brewing.

“What?” Dustin’s voice is flat as he looks at the thoughtless brown eyes that were watching him. Steve blinks a couple times, then adjusts himself in his seat, leaning forward as if he had a secret.

“You… You’re close with Eddie, right?” He asks, and Dustin nods curiously, slowly.

“Yes, Steve, I am,” He says, “We’ve talked about this before.” Harrington throws up a hand as if to say shut up toward his mocking tone, and shoots him an annoyed look.

“Would you- It’s not about that, it’s about his girlfriend,” Steve is borderline whispering. Dustin frowns, eyeing Steve more inquisitively than before.

“Steve… what?” He says, breaking into a laugh, “You can’t be serious right now, they’ve been dating for, like, well, forever. If you think-”

“You don’t know what I think,” Steve cuts him off, “And if you did, you’d think I was crazy,” He mumbles to himself, thinking about Eddie’s long hair for a second, and Dustin waves his hands around to get his attention back unable to hear the babbling twenty year old now, “Look,” He speaks up, shutting his eyes for only a second as he sighs to collect his thoughts, “I just want to know, since you’ve been hanging around this guy for this long now, has anything been mentioned? Y’know… About me?” Steve meets eyes with Dustin, afraid of what was going to come out of his tiny friend's mouth.

Steve can barely piece together his junior year at this point, and while dealing with Hawkins curses, remembering anything before the first time he saw a Demogorgon was hopeless. However, he remembers that night. It was humid, and August, and Nancy was wearing a white sundress and a pair of the nicest sandals she owned. Her hair was at her shoulders, and she spoke of growing it out a little more after Steve had mentioned he loved it long. 

His other friends were at the party, ones who weren’t into him and Nancy Wheeler dating, but he tried not to give two shits about what Tommy H and Carol had to say. He was insufferably in love with Nancy Wheeler. Nancy Wheeler who insisted she invited an old friend of hers to this party, one who was about to start high school and she wanted to reconnect with because she missed them. 

Steve wasn’t expecting you to show up at his front door, an incoming freshman dressed in acid washed jeans and a tucked in white tank top, like the ones his dad wore under his button ups. He certainly didn’t think you looked like you were, probably, fourteen, if anything, Steve assumed you were about to be a sophomore like Nancy and she was punking him. Your hair was pulled up in a ponytail with a rubber band, not with a scrunchy that Nancy liked to use, and you let little wispy pieces fall into your face without a care.

He couldn’t imagine what someone like you would be doing hanging out with his Nancy Wheeler. His put together, academically inclined, baby faced Nancy Wheeler with the sweetest smile.

When he let you into his house there were thirty or so people already there. He didn’t direct you to where he knew Nancy was, he told you where the drinks were and left you to the wolves until about an hour after your arrival.

It was ten thirty seven. Steve was rubbing elbows with Tommy H in his kitchen, talking over the music that was blaring out of the stereo in his living room. Tommy H was bitching about Carol, he had been all night, the two of them arguing again over some ‘stupid bullshit’ as Steve had called it. 

As the two of them got themselves another drink, they spotted you in the living room leaning against Steve’s fireplace with your arms folded across your chest and a lost look playing at your features, Steve assuming you’d spent your entire night looking for Nancy who was outside on the patio by the pool. In that moment he felt a bit guilty, Nancy had seemed so excited that you agreed to come by and he snubbed you both by not letting either of you know where the other was. He erased the guilt by telling himself his house wasn’t that big, and that you were bound to run into one another at some point.

That was when Tommy H made a rude comment about you, one that gutted Steve and sparked his, very slow, realization that his friends weren’t good people. He mumbled something back to the boy with the buzzcut, something to shut him up, but Tommy H kept going, assuring Steve he wasn’t going to try anything. There was a blurry mention somewhere that you were only going to be a freshman, something about that spurring Tommy H on even more.

Steve finally broke free, telling his friend he was going to offer you a drink and tell you where Nancy was so that the two of you could have the happy ending his perfect girl was dreaming of, no matter how he felt about you, totally judging a book by its cover. Tommy H insisted he pour it and tag along, just to see how the situation played out, making a small joke about Steve’s ‘princess’ of a girlfriend.

He approached you with hesitance, sensing your discomfort. Handing over the cup Tommy H gave him, Steve made small talk, laying on a little bit of charm as you took a tiny sip of the shitty beer without making a face. He was surprised, no girl could ever handle the taste of what came out of that keg, every single one of them would twist their face up in utter disgust. After a couple of more sips, he told you where Nancy was and left you on your merry way. 

He drifted around his party a while longer, talking to everyone else who had shown up, and then he made his way back out to Nancy who was still in a patio chair chatting with a couple of junior girls. You were nowhere to be found.

He asked Nancy about you, to her surprise, and explained what had happened a mere half hour to forty five minutes ago, Carol rolling her eyes at the mention of Tommy. Nancy had perked up, her skinny eyebrows furrowing over her big, owl eyes, and then as if on cue, a guy who was a junior with Steve came running out of the house laughing, and panting, looking for him. Commotion was coming from the open sliding glass door behind him, commotion enough to draw almost everyone inside. Commotion he doesn’t think he can forgive himself for.

Sitting here in the dark, in his car, sharing these few minutes with Dustin, asking if he had heard anything about that night and the months that followed was extremely important to him. Steve wasn’t that guy anymore, and he was sure that night he wasn’t even that guy, he was just playing the part of that guy, and it got carried away.

“Steve,” Dustin sighs, rubbing one of his eyes, his walkie in his other hand in case he gets a call about you seeing random grandfather clocks, “Why would anything be said about you?” 

“I dunno,” Steve mutters, shaking his head, “I- I’m a douche, apparently, just wanted to see if they told you their reasons why.” Dustin tries to think, but cannot remember a time where you or Eddie had even mentioned Steve.

“I didn’t even know you guys knew each other, I mean, you all went to the same high school so I knew that you knew each- Ugh, whatever, look, yes, you can be a… douche sometimes-”

“Hey!”

“Oh, come on,” Dustin glares, pausing, waiting for Steve to eventually nod along in agreement, “They don’t talk about people, Steve. If anything, those two are so wrapped up in each other they sometimes forget other people are even around,” Steve nods in agreement again, rolling his eyes this time, “They’re nice people. I know it looks like they aren’t, but, trust me, they are.”

“No, I trust you, I do,” Steve says quietly, glancing down to his hands, “They’re… nice people.” Dustin presses his lips together to smile.

“Let’s go, we gotta figure this out,” He nods to the house, and Steve sighs looking at it. The last time he pulled up to this house was during his senior year, shortly after the Halloween party Nancy had broken up with him at. He was bringing her flowers, and it evidently was when he got stuck with his tiny, curly headed, genius friend.

“Alright,” Steve says, and the two exit the car into the chill of the night air. 

Trudging up the grass, they walk in silence, the energy between them a bit stiff like it had been since Dustin had joined Hellfire Club. Steve wasn’t jealous of Eddie or the club, he was happy that Dustin had found a place he belonged in high school, because high school was a place that chewed you up the second you started to slip and fall. Steve was feeling a bit distant from him, like their friendship they’ve created was beginning to peak, and he was unsure of how to fix it. Steve guesses that going full douche-mode was his only defense mechanism when anything threatened what he loved.

At the top of the driveway Robin was waiting for Steve with a god-awful pit in her stomach that needed to be taken care of. Dustin paused with him when he stopped in front of her, looking back and forth between the two of them.

“Scurry along, Henderson,” Robin waved Dustin away into the house, waiting for the door to shut behind him before slapping Steve clear across the face. The sharp crack echoed in the air around them.

“Jesus, Robin!” Steve nearly shouts, holding his own palm to his cheek where her hand had made contact, rings and all, “What the fuck was that for?” Steve glances at her hand that was still out, open and ready to go for more. 

Robin’s heart was thumping in her chest, this was something she never thought she’d have to do, but the rules of her unspoken girl code called for it. Opening her mouth to speak, she spoke your name and Steve’s eyes grew wider than they already were. 

“You’re lucky,” She chuckles, “I told her I’d kick you in the balls.” Steve jumps back, both hands covering what was sacred to him as Robin laughs again.

“What are you talking about?” Steve pleads, watching every move she makes carefully. Robin rubs both her hands together and takes small steps toward her best friend, a grimace now making itself comfortable on her freckled face.

“She told me about it,” Robin says quietly, stopping directly in front of his nose, “The party she went to,” She whispers, and Steve stands up straight, swallowing hard, “The party at your place, with Nancy, and… Tommy H.” 

“Shit,” Steve whispers, dragging his hands over his face and through his hair, “I deserved that.”

“You did,” Robin says strongly, “I could totally do it again, too.” Groaning, Steve takes a deep breath and drops his hands by his side.

“I knew this was going to happen,” He mumbles, “I knew that this was going to come up somehow, when they walked into work with her… God, it all came back.” Robin crosses her arms and watches as Steve backs up to sit on the hood of Nancys car. He buries his face in his hands and shakes his head. Stepping toward him, Robin leans on the car beside him and rests her head on his shoulder.

“That was fucked, Steve, and I mean it, that was fucked up,” She parents, “You should’ve seen the way her eyes were watering, like, this has clearly messed with her big time and continues to mess with her,” Steve doesn’t bother to answer, he just lets her speak words that help thicken his guilt, “It’s no wonder Eddie’s so protective over her.”

“Yeah,” Steve breathes, lowering his hands, looking up at the stars in the sky. The relationship you had with Eddie was something that Steve thought should be studied, but it really came to nobody’s surprise why you both were the way that you were, and it was something that Steve was starting to become envious of.

You and Eddie know each other on a different level of knowing a person, you have a connection that goes deeper than the love and the physical affection. Steve can’t think of the last person who knew him like that, aside from talking to Robin, but he’s not even sure if Nancy ever tried to know him like that. A love like that was something he craved.

“Do you think I should say something?” Steve asks her, glancing down where she laid on his shoulder. Robin ponders for a moment before answering.

“I think something needs to be said,” She says before adding, “Especially with her and Nancy, though. Those two have deeper shit with each other than any of us. That… is a damaged relationship.” Steve squints, and bobs his head.

“I’ll talk to Nancy first,” He begins, and Robin agrees.

“Work it out, Stevie,” She sits up to give him a smile, “You can fix it, and I’ll be here if you need help.” 

“Get! Back here!” Eddie’s erratic voice rips through the air. Leaping out of the tub you were both standing in, you leave wet footprints on the tiled bathroom floor as you bolt out of the door and into one the bedrooms on the second floor of Ricks. Grabbing the knob, you attempt to throw it shut, but Eddie’s hand pushes on it to keep it open. Giggling like crazy, you cower behind it even though you know he was going to get you.

“I’m not changing my answer!” You say as he peers around the door, his hair wet and stuck to his forehead. Lowering his chin, he mouths the words as he counts to three, and when he reaches two, you slip under his arm and down the hall effortlessly. 

“Goddammit!” He shouts behind you, laughing. You’re about to reach the stairs, ready to pummel down them, until Eddie’s hand grips your waist and pulls you back. Letting out a yelp, laughing so hard your stomach is hurting, you let your body fall limp in his arms as he carries you back into the bathroom.

“I will not… say it,” You take a deep breath, trying to relax the grin you were wearing. Eddie places your feet in the tub back under the running water of the shower and steps in front of you, pulling the curtain closed to keep the heat in.

“Say it,” He cocks his head to the side, cornering you underneath the warm water.

“No!” You say, bouncing your knees a couple of times, “Ozzy is not coming back to Black Sabbath, I’m sorry! I don’t see it happening.” Eddie squeezes his eyes shut and rolls his head back, planting both of his hands on the shower wall over your shoulders. Making his sigh long and entirely too dramatic, he looks down at you with his dark eyes with water droplets on his lashes.

“I cannot believe you,” He says quietly, eyes dancing between yours, “I’m sick, I really am.” It’s quiet for a second before the two of you start to laugh again.

“Now, I really hope Ozzy doesn’t outlive us, because if he comes back I need to see the day,” You say, lifting a hand to push his hair out of his eyes, “When was the last time you slept?” Your voice gets quiet, just audible enough over the water hitting the ceramic of the tub. Eddie glances at the floor before giving you a smile.

“Don’t worry about it,” He matches your tone, knowing he looked like a wreck. The two of you share a couple of quiet minutes, letting the warm water run over your tired bodies in an attempt to wash away the pressure that was hanging over your heads. Down in the shed you both admitted you needed a shower anyway, laughing with one another about how long you’ve been away from home without one. Rick has been in jail, so he didn’t have much, but you did what you needed to do.

“You’re sexy when you’re wet,” Eddie murmurs, then pulls a face that makes you both giggle at his accidental innuendo, “My god,” He chuckles.

Bringing both your hands between you, you hold the sides of his face, brushing your thumbs over the droplets of water that have made their home there, and then lean forward to kiss him. A kiss he doesn’t hesitate to deepen, pressing his body firmly against yours holding you flush against the tiled wall.

His hair tickles the skin on your shoulders, the curls an inch longer now that they were wet. Pulling away from your lips, Eddie boxes you in further, the air around you getting hotter even though neither of you have touched the faucet. He wedges a knee between yours, nudging your legs open a bit as he watches you look up at him with the innocent eyes you loved to tease him with.

“What are you doing?” You whisper to his lips, taking your bottom one between your teeth.

“Whatever you’d like,” He sighs, kissing you once, taking a hand off the wall to push your hair out of your eyes, “Just tell me when I can go.” He smirks, dragging two fingers down your cheek before grasping beneath your chin to give you a rougher kiss. A gentle sound escapes you as he parts from your lips, and he smirks again.

“Go, please, go,” You say quietly with your eyes on him, watching how with just three simple words you’ve evoked the devil. Something always came over him in these moments, a desire so incredible it could split him in two if he wasn’t satisfied. 

Skin on skin, you take a deep breath and feel the heat stirring deep within you. You want to close your legs, squeeze your thighs together to try to satisfy the ache that was growing, but Eddie’s knee kept them apart, and he started to smile once he felt your knees buckle.

“How am I playing this?” He asks patiently under his breath, dragging a finger up and down the side of your bare body, pausing at your hip everytime to draw a couple circles on your pelvis. Swallowing hard, you shake your head a bit.

“Don’t care,” You nearly whimper, jutting your hips forward into where he met yours, searching for something, anything to create friction. His fingers were stopped at your hip, inches away from where you needed him to be, he knew it, but he was having entirely too much fun watching you fall apart in front of him. He pinches the soft skin on your hip gently, and your knees buckle once more making him laugh under his breath.

“You needy bitch,” His voice is deep, a tone that doesn’t match the smile of glee he wore, “I just fucked you good yesterday, you already need me again?” The hand at your hip slips up between your bodies where he grips one of your breasts, dragging his thumb across your nipple, another tiny touch that has your hips grinding forward. Leaning your head back on the tile, you look up into Eddie’s eyes and take a deep breath.

“I need it,” You whisper, sliding your hands into his hair, “Please, baby,” You peck his lips and pout, “Need you, now.” Your hips grind against nothing, intoxicating Eddie further.

“Fuck, I love it when your a little slut,” He mumbles, and you bite your lip and smile.

“Eddie,” You say, and he nods, entranced by your eyes, “I need… something, anything, please.” You sigh heavily, and without wasting a second his hands slips between your thighs, his thorough guitar fingers knowing exactly what to do. Circling your sweet spot a couple of times, he then strums a delicate chord before slipping two fingers inside of you that rips a moan from your throat, his favorite song.

“I know, babe,” His voice is deep as he speaks to you over your whimpers, “Oh, I know.” Clinging to his body desperately, your hips grind on his ringless fingers that have the freedom to slide completely in and out, something he partook in, slipping them out in a scissor like motion. It drove him wild how tight your grip was around him, even the way your muscles tensed in your legs, it showed him how much control he really had of you when you were like this.

Slipping his other hand in the mix, he drew circles over your swollen clit before dancing his fingers in the pattern you were a sucker for.

“Eddie!” You gasp, looking up at him, and the sight you're met with sparks the incoming of your release. He’s completely zoned in to you, focused on you, but he’s wearing a smile so wicked you can tell he’s having just as much fun as you are. In fact, he was completely getting off on this.

“You gonna cum?” He raises an eyebrow. You moan in response and he chuckles, “C’mon, I love feeling you cum on my fingers,” He groans leaning into your neck to suck on the skin beneath your ear. Moving both of his hands faster, your sounds heighten to his pleasure.

“Gonna… Gonna…” You pant, digging your nails into his shoulders, feeling the wave build stronger, and stronger with each stroke of his fingers. Eddie sighs, kissing at the spot on your neck that usually gets you, fast. He needed to be inside of you five minutes ago.

“Look at you,” He says, deciding words were what was going to help him win, “So desperate to get off, you really are a slut aren’t you?” 

“Mhm,” You hum, bucking your hips faster, squeezing your eyes shut and letting your head lull back on the tile again. The coil was ready to snap.

“Can’t even say a word to me can you?” Eddie laughs, brushing his nose on yours, “You really this fucked out over my fingers? I’m not even wearing the rings, baby, you know what that really makes you? My, little, fucking, slut.” 

You're tipped over the edge, Eddie’s words sending your mind into a tizzy, and your body into an incredible high. His parted lips meet yours, muffling the sounds coming out of you. Feeling you tighten around his fingers, he pumps into you two more times to ride out your high with you, then slips them out to your disappointment.

“Holy, shit, fuck,” You sigh, catching your breath, sliding your hands back into his curls. Eddie smiles down at you, then brings his hands up between you and dips the fingers he just had inside of you, into his mouth. Feeling the arousal stir within you again, Eddie pulls them out slowly with a pop, and glances to your lips. 

“Open,” He coerces with his other hand, holding underneath your jaw. Following his order, you comply and open your mouth, moaning as he slips those two fingers on your tongue. “Suck,” He whispers, eyes on your lips. A groan leaves him as you do as you're told, and his fingers slide out of your pursed lips.

“Turn around,” He mutters, quickly grabbing your waist to spin you to face the wall, “I’m not done with you yet.” 

Placing your hands on the tile, you glance over your shoulder at Eddie whose focus is between your legs. Nudging yours open further, he wraps a hand around your waist and holds your hips on his. He leans into you, kissing your cheek gently.

“Y’okay?” He whispers.

“Never better,” You smile, and he’s quick to kiss your lips while he uses his hand to arch your back so he could slip inside of you. You both part from the kiss with a heavy exhale, groaning in absolute euphoria.

“So perfect,” Eddie says under his breath, sliding the hand that’s around your waist up your front, using the other to grip your hip, keeping you comfortably locked in front of him. 

For a couple of minutes things are sweet, and ethereal. Your bodies move in sync, knowing each other so well this way that it’s all entirely too effortless. There’s little to no words spoken between your shared heavy breaths and soft sounds egging each other on. Eddie’s lips brush along the stretch of your neck where he’s pulled your hair back. He listens to you, and though he’s moments from bursting, he follows your lead.

“More,” You say after reveling in the gentleness, and he sighs, gripping you tighter.

“‘Course, babe,” He mumbles into your hair, looking down to where your bodies meet and groans as his thrusts get faster, and harder, making your head fall back onto his chest. With closed eyes you sing out his name for him, and reach a hand back to grab onto anything that was his. Finding his hair, you tangle your fingers around the curls and pull, hard, sighing as you listen to him shamelessly babble endless profanities into the air.

Letting your body fall limp on his, you rock against him with each insatiable snap of his hips that were getting faster by the minute. Snaking the hand that was squeezing the skin on your hip he loved so dearly up your front, he watches your upside down expression, drunk on him, and drags his thumb across your parted bottom lip. Opening your eyes, you look into his and feel the tumultuous high spark below.

Eddie, with a relentless pace, pops his thumb between your teeth and presses on your tongue, his own jaw hanging open. A glimmer of mischief hints in your eyes to his intrigue. With the roughest tug of his hair, you bite down on his thumb without remorse and moan happily along with the disgustingly erotic noise that left his lips.

Collapsing on top of you, Eddie doesn’t hold back, your ministrations have flipped a switch. He’s gone absolutely feral in the best way, and the more you intentionally hurt him, the longer he stays like this.

Amidst the chaos you were ensuing, your high hits you unexpectedly, Eddie eating it up, feeling you squeeze him tight.

“Good girl, holy fuck,” He nearly growls, his head bobbing on yours as your fingers tear at his hair. With you now overcome by overstimulation, the pain you're inflicting on him is unapologetically stronger, and you're absolutely losing him. It takes three more ungodly snaps of his hips before he’s spilling into you, his body tensing for a couple of seconds.

The comedown lasts about a minute, both of you sucking down deep breaths like it’s your religion. You relax, letting his hair go, and his thumb from between your teeth. He holds it up for you to see, and you both laugh at how deep the marks were. Eddie presses a kiss to your temple, your head still laid on his chest, and runs both his hands down your sides to hold your hips.

“Ah, fuck,” He mutters, glancing down between your bodies where he leaves you and sighs. Turning around to face him underneath the water that was now getting cold, you knit your brows together and look up at his slight concern.

“What?” You ask, softly sliding your hands over his shoulders. Eddie presses his lips together and nods sheepishly.

“I… forgot…” He stutters, “Fuck,” He whispers, shaking his head seemingly embarrassed, “I didn’t pull out,” He narrows his eyes at you, “I’m sorry. I’m not used to not wearing a-”

“S’okay,” You assure him, nodding your head, pressing your forehead to his, “Promise. It’s okay.” Your words relax him, but only a little. Kissing him softly, you hope he doesn’t let this fester for too long, but you know how much he despised doing something without your consent first.

“It’ll be fine,” You say once more before reaching over for the faucet, turning the shower off, “Now can we please get out of here, I am freezing.” Eddie agrees, and once the water is off he pulls the curtain open and steps out, grabbing towels for both of you. Wrapping his around his waist, letting it hang low, he eyes your body as you dry off and he smiles.

“I wonder if Max is okay…” You start to say, but let your voice trail off as you meet Eddie’s eyes. His gaze is unforgiving. Hungry eyes that never missed a chance to catch a glimpse of your bare skin. Holding the towel in front of you, you blush and tilt your head to the side. Eddie’s face twists, and he takes a big step to stand in front of you, making you drop the towel.

“No, no,” He chuckles, “Don’t cover this up,” One of his hands points at you, head to toe, “We’re sleeping like this.” Your eyes go wide.

“Eddie, it’s March, it’s freezing!” You laugh, and he smirks.

“I’ll keep you warm,” His voice drops a couple octaves, “C’mon, how many chances do we get to do this?” Rolling your eyes, you take a deep breath. He was right.

“Okay,” You start to smile. He pumps both his fists at his side, and scoops you up into his arms, carrying you right into the bedroom you scrambled into right before getting tangled up in Eddie.

Waking up in the serenity of absolute peace and quiet, you shift to peek behind you at Eddie who has a hand thrown over your waist beneath the sheets, his other tucked under his head on the pillow where he laid on his elbow. He seemed so content. When he was asleep it was the calmest you’ve ever seen him. No fidgets, no outbursts… just pouty lips and squished cheeks on whatever he was nuzzled against. His entire expression was relaxed, a hint that he was finally getting some well needed sleep.

The sun was shining into the bedroom through the shades that mimicked a sideways white picket fence. Sitting up, the sheet slips off of you and a chill from the cool air runs over you, goosebumps erupting over your bare skin. Not wanting to wake Eddie, you try to gently slide his arm off of you, and roll out of bed carefully. With successful execution, you pull the sheet over him, after admiring his tattoos for a second, and turn to search for your clothes that littered the floor.

Tip toeing around the hardwood, hoping it wouldn’t creak, you step over a condom wrapper, some old cigarette filters from who knows when, and the other half a joint Eddie had rolled last night before you got lost between the sheets. Bending down to pick it up along with your shirt you found, you put it on the cluttered nightstand beside Eddie, knowing he’d want it after he woke up.

Once you were fully clothed, you started to look for your socks that ended up somewhere, hopefully not in the void, and as you leaned over to look under the bed, Eddie moved above you on the mattress.

“Hey,” He called out, his morning voice deep, and raspy, “Don’t tell me you left,” He sounded disappointed, his hand reaching out beside him to drag along the sheets.

“Didn’t leave,” You say sweetly, popping up off of the floor with socks in hand. Eddie sits up on his elbows, checking out your appearance with furrowed brows.

“But you’re about to?” He half-questions. Smiling at the pout he wore, you lean against the foot of the bed.

“Want a smoke?” You ask, and chuckle as he starts to smile.

“Yeah,” He says quietly.

“Yeah?” You egg on, nodding.

“Come kiss me first,” He says, keeping his eyes on you as you round the side of the bed, collapsing on it by his side. Holding his cheek, you press your lips to his three times, the third time leaving him hanging for more. “No, don’t go,” He whines as you stand up, falling back on the pillows, his curls fluffy and messy.

“Nicotine,” You declare, “Cigarette and me, or just me?” He stretches his arms above his head, groaning as he rolled to the side and sat up on his knees.

“Cigarette and you,” He mumbles, looking at you with his big, brown eyes. You lean in to kiss him one more time, short and sweet, and smile.

“That’s what I thought,” You say, and turn toward the door.

“Hey, be careful,” He says, his tone shifting to something that was wrapped around worry, “Please? Be quick. Go right there and come back.” Pausing in the doorway, you look back at him and smile again.

“Promise,” You say, and he holds up a pinky, “Go back to sleep,” You giggle, and watch him fall back onto the mattress dramatically for the third time.

Surely Hawkins during the day wouldn’t be as frightening as the nighttime, which you were learning was something to be afraid of. It was the time of day you used to love in this shallow town before it turned unpredictable. You would get lost in the nighttime, but now, you could literally get lost… in the nighttime. 

Making it your mission to stay as hidden as possible as you venture into town, you think about what would happen if you swung by your home. You’ve been away for three days now, the longest you’ve gone without your parents knowing where you were. Just yesterday while out with Nancy and Robin you were exposed to Hawkins, but without a Tina and Neil sighting. If they were to find you, it would be more unpredictable than Hawkins as to what they’d do.

You imagine Tina would latch onto you theatrically, sobbing as she shoved you into the backseat of the station wagon, or cause a scene on the street as she begged you to come back home- but that seemed a bit far out. Maybe there was a chance they were happy you were gone, maybe they weren’t looking for you at all. They were left with Jeffrey and Marshall, their golden children, to live happily ever after in their nuclear home. It could be their second chance to not screw up the rest of their children before they got into high school where that apparently became more important than anything else.

Jeffrey and Marshall would grow up without your bad influence you’ve recently heard about. The twins would go off to be successful, and well valued in a small town designed to keep them trapped with their parents who they will inevitably turn into.

The last memory you have with both of them that was somewhat joyful was this past Christmas, in ‘85. Marshall, the softer of the two, woke you up early in the morning before your parents. Jeffrey was behind him in your doorway, both of them dressed in matching red flannel pajamas. Marshall asked you to come with them downstairs, and you obliged after tears threatened his eyes that matched your mothers. 

You led them down the steps quietly, the sun was just about to rise, which meant you had a good hour before your parents woke up. When the three of you step into the living room and spot the Christmas tree with presents underneath it, the boys each grab one of your hands and yank you toward it, jumping up and down. They started to whisper in excitement to you, telling you that their Optimus Prime action figure had to be here amongst the flood of tacky wrapping paper.

It didn’t take much convincing, their smiles, Jeffrey with braces, were enough to send the three of you diving into the piles, shaking every box to find their Optimus Prime’s. Whenever one of you found one that sounded like it could be a chunk of plastic, you encouraged them to tear it open, and you’d all laugh if it wasn’t the toy. It took ten presents before you found them both, the boys ripping the cardboard of the boxes to get the blue and red robot looking thing out to play with.

When the twins ran away to search for batteries, your parents came down the stairs, Tina was wrapping her robe around her body, wearing curlers in her hair. The first thing they saw was you sitting in front of the tree surrounded by wrapping paper and open presents. They couldn’t get a word out, they were shocked. Then, Jeffrey and Marshall came tumbling back into the living room, with Optimus Prime in their hands, and smiles on their faces that were quickly wiped away at the sight of Tina and Neil. You jumped in and took the blame, realizing that the boys were about to be the ones to get the boot there. It ended the same as every other predicament. The boys were off scott-free, and you were grounded for a couple of days with another tally on your parents shitlist.

You believe there’s a part of the twins that misses you, and the urge to go back home is fueled by them, and them only. They were watching the TV that morning, they saw what happened to Chrissy, they knew it was at Eddie’s. You didn’t want them thinking that you were dead, but you also couldn’t risk being seen. Hiding away with Eddie for this long now put him at risk if you were pulled into any sort of questioning.

Shoving your hands in the pockets of your jacket, you pull it around you tighter as buildings come into view. Your feet hit pavement instead of dirt, and the first glimpse of human activity is spotted. Deciding to stick to the outskirts of Hawkins instead of going in too far toward the heart, you step inside a corner drug store that you’ve been in with Eddie before- a necessary stop before you would hit up Rick’s.

There’s a tall, older, bald man behind the counter with scruffy facial hair and skin nearly blacked out in tattoos. He’s reading a newspaper, and looks up as the door jingles shut behind you. The store is small, a couple of shelves lined the wall, but most of the merchandise is behind the counter. With a glimpse at you, the scruffy man smiles, slapping his paper down on the linoleum. 

“Hey, John,” You return the smile, stepping up to the counter confidently.

“How the hell are ya?” He huffs a laugh behind his equally scruffy tone of voice. Shrugging your shoulders, you shake your head.

“Trying to get through it,” You say, and he bumps his fist a couple of times on top of the newspaper.

“Kid, this town has gone to shit,” John says matter-of-factly, “I told you and Eddie it was coming, didn’t I?” You nod along with him, listening to him go off about how terribly the police were handling the issues at hand, siding with you, mentioning how he’s got a good feeling that Eddie isn’t the suspect they should be searching for. Your eyes travel from John’s face to the wall of cartons of cigarettes behind him. John stops his rant once he realizes he’s lost you, then peers over his shoulder and chuckles.

“Shit, kid, I got you,” He says, and pulls out two packs he knows you and Eddie always buy from him. Setting them down in front of you, he smiles at you and gestures for you to take them. Clearing your throat, you take a deep breath and look up at him.

“John, I… I’m sorry, I don’t have any money right now, I just came from… Came from, y’know…” You start to point behind you, rambling away, unable to say the words. John waves his hand, placing his other to his chest.

“Whoa, whoa,” He begins, leaning on the counter to level with you, “I don’t care where you came from, who you were with…” He eyes you cheekily, “Or what you were out doing, it’s just nice to know that you’re safe, standing here in front of me, and you don’t seem too upset, so I’m assuming someone else is safe right now, too,” You open your mouth to speak, but he cuts you off again, “Nope, I don’t need an answer, in fact, you probably shouldn’t say anything else. Take these, and this,” He reaches for a lighter, tossing it next to the cigarettes, “And go back where you came from.”

A moment is shared between you and John, a sweet one. This man, who you’ve only seen behind the counter in his store, had a way of making you feel safe. He easily validated you whenever you came around, and he was excellent at giving advice, telling you and Eddie that he’s been through more than either of you could imagine. At this point, that probably isn’t true anymore, you both may have him beat.

“Thank you,” You mouth inaudibly, making him laugh.

“Anytime, kid, keep doing what you’re doing, this’ll blow over,” He waves to you after you grab your things, and turn for the door.

As you’re about to push it open, the view outside stops you in your tracks. Across the street Tina is walking with the twins, all three of them carrying a stack of papers. Your mothers hair is pulled up into a ponytail, and she isn’t wearing any make up. She’s dressed in clothes she’d wear to work out in, something she wouldn’t be caught dead in in public, and the boys were wearing their usual matching t-shirts. Marshall was clinging to one of her hands, and it looked as though Jeffrey was leading them around, holding a box of something under the papers. They paused at a post on the corner, Tina encouraging Marshall to hold up a sheet of paper on the wood while Jeffrey got a thumbtack out of the box to pin it in place. Then, they took a step back, Jeffrey nodding proudly at their work.

Your heart stings watching them look so distraught, though it seemed like Jeffrey was taking one for the team and playing the role of the big guy. You wonder if Neil was at work, and if he even cared that you’ve been gone. He was good friends with Chief Powell, so he was probably holed up at the police station feeding their belief that Eddie is a murderous terror.

“You alright?” John asks tentatively. Jeffrey begins to lead your mother and brother across the street, right towards the store you were standing in.

“John, oh-my-god,” You back away from the door, and hurry behind the counter with him, crouching underneath it, tucking your legs as close to your chest as you could, “I’m not here, I’m not here, please, John, I’m not here.”

“Okay, okay,” He whispers, lifting his newspaper to flick through it again nonchalantly. You can hear your heart beating in your ears, and your hands start to feel tingly. Closing your eyes, you take slow deep breaths, ones that you can hear Eddie coaching you through.

The door jingles, and John looks up at your mother and brothers with a small smile, one not as inviting as he gave you.

“Hello,” He says jauntily, “How can I help you?” 

“Hi,” You hear Jeffrey say, “Me and my family are hanging up these posters in the town,” A shuffle can be heard on the counter, you assume he put down the stack of papers he was holding.

“Oh,” John intrigues, playing his part.

“We were hoping we could hang one up in here, just in case anybody comes in and sees it,” Jeffrey says. You see John look past Jeffrey, possibly to your mother.

“You’ve got a confident young man here,” He says.

“Thank you,” Your mothers voice is broken, stabbing you directly in the gut, “My daughter’s been missing for three days, she, she ran off, and with all that’s been happening we hope… We hope she’s okay. Her brothers here, they miss her terribly. I can’t even begin to tell you what we’ve been going through everyday.” John nods his head, glancing at you momentarily, seeing that you’ve covered your face with your hands. A lump sat in your throat, one that was telling you that you were about to cry. Trying to swallow it down, you let a tear escape.

“If we hang up a sign in here, there’s a greater chance of us finding her,” Marshall's soft voice speaks up, making more tears fall. The timider of the twins would let Jeffrey do all of the talking to strangers in situations unknown.

“Sure, you can hang one up, there’s already a couple over there,” John points to the wall to the left of the door. Scuffling of feet can be heard after a few mumbled ‘thank yous’. John looks down at you, and taps your foot with his. Glancing up to the tall man, he smiles and holds up a finger to let you know that they were still in the building.

“Mom, look, Eddie’s up here,” Jeffrey says, and your stomach churns.

“Yes he is,” Tina sighs, “Can only imagine where he ended up.”

“Do you think she’s with him?” Marshall asks.

“Here, take the tack,” Tina says, giving the boys direction, “I don’t know, Marsh. That’s where she was headed that morning, I know it, but there’s nothing in that trailer park except his uncle, and we’ve already tried talking to him.”

“Right,” Marshall agrees.

“He told us, boys,” She says, and you start to bite at the skin around your fingernails, “He hasn’t seen either of them, not even when she ran that way, and I know, I know, she was going there.”

“Is he a bad guy, Mom?” Marshall asks, and your mother doesn’t answer right away, instead she waits a couple of seconds.

“I hope not,” She finally says, “I really, really, hope not.”

“But Dad has said that he is,” Jeffrey tried to defend, and you can feel an anger stir within you, “He always told us to stay away from him.”

“You can’t always listen to your father, Jeffrey,” Your mother says surprisingly, “He’s not as smart as you think.” 

“Dad is smart,” Marshall says quickly, and Tina laughs.

“We’ll talk about this later, let’s focus on finding your sister,” She says, and you can hear them walk toward the door.

“If she is with Eddie, I bet he is protecting her,” Marshall says, “He always seems scary, so that must mean he protects her from the bad things, right?” Again, your mother is hesitant, you hope she’s taking the thirteen year olds words into consideration.

“Sure, Marsh,” She says quietly, “Let’s hope you’re right. Thank you, sir.” Tina says to John who gives them a wave.

“Thank you!” The twins say in unison, and the door jingles shut.

Propping his elbow on the counter, John looks down at you, scooting to the side a little so you could stand up out of your hiding spot. He gives you a hand to help you up and the same smile that hasn’t changed since meeting your family.

“They seem nice,” He says.

“Yeah,” You nod, “Unfortunately, I think they are.” You glance to the wall where they hung your photo up, walking out from behind the counter to get a closer look. They used a photo of you from last summer, your hair a little bit longer than it was now. You were wearing a purple tank top and black denim shorts, not that anyone could tell because the picture was in black and white, and on your shoulder was a small heart that Eddie had drawn on you in permanent marker. The first tattoo you wanted, one you were waiting to move out to get.

Eddie’s photo was beside yours, the boys hanging them up next to each other, which seemed oddly sweet. His picture was cute, it made you smile. He had such a serious look on his face, the picture seemed nothing like how you knew him. This had to have been taken by Uncle Wayne recently, for something, because there’s no way Eddie would look that ticked off for just anyone. He was wearing his Dio shirt, the one he favored over others, the one he rarely even let you wear.

“Wish I could, like, take a picture of this,” You point with both hands at both your missing persons papers, glancing over your shoulder at John who was looking at his paper again. He laughs, shaking his head. “Was I wrong for hiding?” You ask, letting your eyes flicker back and forth between your photos. You hear John put down the paper.

“Maybe,” He says, and you turn around with wide eyes, shocked that he wasn’t taking your side, “Listen, you’ve got a family that’s worried about you. I know it’s hot right now, and that kid is a wanted man, but you should’ve seen the look on your mama’s face,” His expression softens to one you’ve never seen him wear before, “You should tell her you’re okay.”

“She’ll trap me, John,” You say, stepping in front of the counter with a fire in your veins, “She’s not gonna let me stay with Eddie, she’ll lock me in my room! And my dad? Oh, man, my dad will NOT hesitate to throw him behind bars, he was ready to when he first met him. They don’t even know that we’re together, John, that’s how much of a secret I try to keep him, ‘cause I know that if they get their… perfectly, manicured, hands on him, they’ll throw him away.” John diverts his eyes momentarily, studying his paper before he nods.

“This town wants to throw him away, that I know,” He says carefully, “I know you’re revved up right now, but watch what you say,” His tone is gentle, you nod, “You’re in love, I get it. I see the way you two stroll on up in here, you’re handsy and teasing each other, and, yeah, I see the way he looks at you, but… If your mama is making posters for you, and walking around town, all the way out here, to hang ‘em up? I know she’s a lady who doesn’t like to be seen like that, believe me. She cares.”

“Believe me, she cares,” You mutter in a mocking voice, taking your time to get back to Eddie at Ricks. You’re nearly there with the conversation with John on replay in your head. “John, you’re right about one thing, she is a woman who does not want to be seen looking like that!” You let out a single laugh, stepping over a branch that had fallen on the side of the dirt road.

Turning onto the driveway of Ricks, you hurry around the house and up the backstairs, shutting the door with might.

“I’m back, Princess,” You tease, calling out to Eddie. A few seconds go by before he pops his head over the railing on the stairs with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Hey,” He spats, “Watch yo’ mouth.” He’s fully dressed when he trots down the stairs, jumping off the third one from the bottom to land on the floor on his feet. Smiling at you, he tilts his head to give you a kiss and takes one of the packs of cigarettes you were holding out in your hand.

“This is cute,” He says, sitting down in one of the chairs around the kitchen table. Placing a cigarette between your lips you light it, then slide the lighter across the wood to Eddie.

“What is?” You say sitting down as you blow the smoke out in a thin line, feeling a wave of utter relaxation wash over you. You watch as Eddie lights his own, kicking his feet up on the table. He takes a long drag and groans, letting it all out at once, dropping his head backward.

“Ahh, maaay, zing,” He dramaticized, looking back up at you, “Us living here together,” He continues his previous statement, “It’s cute.” He spins the filter between his fingers, watching the cherry closely before he looks back over to you.

“We’re not living here, Eddie, we’re hiding here,” You smize, raising an eyebrow. You both take an equally long drag from your cigarettes, seeing who would tap out first, and of course, Eddie won. You blow out the smoke with a cough and a laugh. “You getting ideas?” You ask quietly, looking down at your feet. Eddie hasn’t looked away from you.

“I think I am,” He says, smiling softly to you when you turn your chin up to meet his eyes. You try to return it, and your pathetic attempt has him slapping his feet to the floor, and sitting forward in his chair to study you. “What happened?” He questions, and you roll your eyes, “Don’t give me that, what the hell happened?”

“I saw…” You start, but feel your chest tighten. Eddie lifts both his hands by his side, his eyes going wide as he waits for you to finish that sentence. He’s moments away from lunging for his walkie to get in touch with Dustin.

“Clocks?” He asks rather loudly. You shake your head. “Vecna? Big clocks? Babe, come on.”

“My mom,” You sigh heavily, “My actual mom, with Jeffrey and Marshall. They came into John's store, and I hid.  Eddie, there’s posters being hung up,” He relaxes, resting his arms on the table. Taking a drag of your cigarette, you shake your head, “Posters of you, posters of me… And John said I should talk to her, tell her I’m okay, because he says she cares.” Eddie’s eyes fall to the table in front of him, his stare going blank. This was a thought he had the very first day you came to find him. Your parents were always in the back of his mind, and as much as he hated it, he actually agreed with John.

“You should,” He mutters. You freeze, looking at him in disbelief.

“What?” Your face has gone stone cold.

“You should tell them you’re okay,” He’s almost whispering, and still staring at the kitchen table, “Please? As much as I love giving them hell, this would be taking it too far, you and I both know that,” His eyes flicker up at you, big, brown and full of remorse, “Don’t make me the reason you only see your mom every other Christmas.” 

“Eddie,” You whisper, remembering what you’ve told him about your grandmother. The two of you sat in uncomfortable silence for a minute, neither of you moving, letting the cigarettes burn to the filter. 

“Been in touch with Dustin?” You offer, hoping to shift the room's energy back to where it had been early morning. Eddie jabs the filter into an ashtray on the table without his eyes leaving yours.

“No, and please, don’t change the subject,” He says, still speaking quietly, “You always avoid this, can we figure something out?” You break the gaze, looking at the ashtray and copying what he had done. You paint your lips into a frown, the guilt you felt for running away from your parents was manifesting as bitterness toward them.

“I don’t want to figure something out,” You blurt out, snapping your neck to look back at him, “I want to stay right here, with you.”

“We can’t do this forever, you said it yourself, we’re hiding here,” Eddie finally raises his tone, “I’m wanted for a murder, one that is going to take way too long to prove that I didn’t do,” His bitterness was rising just as yours was, “You’re always running away from them whether you think you are or not, do you realize that? We can’t run away from them forever.” 

“Is this happening right now,” You say, starting to smile. You sit up completely straight and glance around the room before looking at Eddie whose saddened expression hasn’t faltered. “What’s my name?” You ask him, and he says it to you.

“What are you doing?” He asks, seeming exhausted. Standing up, you move around the table to touch his shoulder.

“Making sure I’m not having one of those things again, ‘cause this was what it was like, somebody telling me how I’m living my own life,” Your words make him cringe. He exhales before he reaches for your arms, tugging you closer to him. Guiding you to sit down on his lap, he wraps his arms around your body, engulfing you in a hug before he relaxes backward, letting you lay on his chest. Kissing your forehead, he sighs.

“I’m sorry,” He whispers, “I don’t want to tell you how you’re living your own life, I just want to help.” His chest vibrates on your ear as he speaks.

“I know,” You say, “I’m just too afraid of it all right now,” He nods, lifting a hand to hold the back of your head, “I’m scared. I’m scared of what’s going to happen to you.”

“Yeah,” He scoffs, “Me too.”

-

tags :) thanks for reading! <3 you guys are amazing.

~ @callie-bear15 @smol-book-nerd @bestieimmentallyill ~

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[sobeksewerrat]

☆~~Elvina The Cock-Kicker~~☆

prolly gonna update or change this later (updated: 11/4/24 [d/m/y])

Uh, hello! Name's Elvina (I also go by AnDrew/AnDrea! And Argo aswell, but you need permission from me to use that one), but you can call me whatever lol

(There is also Eara'as, but who cares-)

Update on 24/2/24: Fuck it I am naming myself Adam too. Yes, after the guy from Hazbin. Sue me. It is one of my favourite names now.

-> لو انت بتكلم عربي و عايز تكلمني بيه ممكن تقلي ربيع او مروان برده!!

I'm an amateur artist and writer; currently trying to graduate as soon as humanly possible (and high school has been kicking my ass)

My tagline is "kinda bored ngl"; seriously it's been in the bio of every social media account I have ever owned since 2019 at some point or another it's actually insane, WHY AM I SO BORED?!?

this intro post pretty much only looks good with the "Vampire" theme, if you don't have that, then it sucks to suck, i guess.

BEFORE YOU INTERACT!!

☆I have a full Rules post but these are some others not included in that or TL;DRs.

-> I block very liberally, but I never just randomly block a mutual (unless it is a joke like in the freakblr war or they did sth horrible). I have severe anxiety so I tend to just block anybody who I feel is aggressive (intentionally or otherwise) or weirds me out.

-> I have a really broken sense of humour and I post a lot about inside jokes and stuff with my mutuals. I know I can't stop you, but if we're not mutuals or you're not involved in whatever inside joke I am talking about please dni with the posts. Once a joke of mine blew up and I deleted the original post and made my friends delete their rbs so people would stop seeing it.

-> I tend to forget to tag TWs properly. If I forget to tag sth, please inform me!!

Fandoms:

Special Interest (persumably): The Music Freaks

Hyperfixations: Ace Attorney, Luca(2021), The Stanley Parable, Story Thieves, Scott Pilgrim , Hazbin Hotel

Danganronpa V3 [yes, V3 specifically.I don't interact with the fandom much]

Mark and Friends/The World of Mr.Plant

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Blue's Story (Victaton)

Diary of A Wimpy Kid (mainly the Dysfunctional Perspective fancomic)

Big Hero 6

DDLC

Al Kabeer (not a fandom technically but who cares)

Sonic

Jackson's Diary

Aurora (red osp)

Riordanverse (including KC and MCGA)

Unfamiliar (Lavendertowne)

FNAF

Omori

Helluva Boss

Obey Me!

Ramshackle

Buncha other stuff that I am too lazy to name (might edit as i post about them)

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My Kins!!

Random Bullshit:

Egyptian

fav colour is red

Professional Faggot since 2018 (legally)

Aro/Ace (achillean)

Agender / Aboy (transmasc, pronouns: he/him)

Basically just your local pathetic trans boy with mommy AND daddy issues (the whole package!)

INFP

Born in spooky month, loves spooky month

OCD, ADHD, self-diagnosed Autism

Biochemistry nerd. I didn't mean to be one but there was just something very intruiging about toxicology. Blame Lavendertowne.

Massive multi-shipper (also i like crackships, A LOT)

Coffee, vimto and soda addict (blame cockitchy ouma)

Fav. fictional chr. of all time: ✨Manfred von Karma✨(PW:AA)

Drew and Milly kinnie (TMF)

I am Drew irl, all I say about him is canon, I even run the rp blog, don't question me

✨✨✨LEADER OF THE ANTI-DARK REUNION✨✨✨

Menace to society, according to all of my irl friends, and just people who know me (just ask my freakblr mutuals, they'll tell you).

Minor, obv.

Never truly grew out of my Gacha phase

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Have a great day/ night!!

Your favourite god,

Sober Skewart 🐊🍻

#sobek freakposting #sobek rants #sewer dump #writing rats #sobek graffiti #brainingsewer #sobek yes #sobek's dumpster #cw flashing

[chaoticneutralwriter]

Even though the new chapter wasn't fluffy, I still appreciate it since I finished the writing part of Matura exams today! (I was really in 'fortunate' year, since the previous 2 matura exams were cancelled due to Covid... but not this year :'D... I'm not even going to complain much about how it wasn't fair since in this last important year in high school we had sometimes offline classes and sometimes online classes at home depending if someone in the class tested positive :')) But that being said, this is a little gift after those 2 hard days! (would be 3 if I choose to graduate from math too, but my life is dear to me :' D). Now I have some free time until the next part in May ^^ Might also reread the series again 🤔

Thank you for this chapter! Hopefully Jimin will come back soon :(

ah yes, i'm gonna apologize in advanced that fluffy ch will be far and few in between ^^;;; things are getting a little serious, and dare i say....close to the end??? 👀🤐

but i'm glad to hear that you got done your Matura exams after all those times of them getting cancelled! Congrats!!🎉 Honestly the worse thing bc all this time, its like delaying the inevitable and you just wanna get it over with. You deserve to take it easy! 💜 thank you for all of your patience!

[liberty-barnes]

Tom being in love with your baby niece

Tom Holland x Female!Reader

Prompt: You meet Tom at a hospital and he’s immediately infatuated with the little girl in your lap (inspired by this video I found on tiktok)

Warnings: F L U F F, Tom being amazing with kids, mentions of alcoholic/drug addict mother, mentions of child abandonment, but overall fluff and feel good story

Word Count: 2379 words (this was supposed to be short but oh well)

Estimated Reading Time: 9 minutes

A/N: me, sweating profusely: calm down, just finish writing this, you are stronger than your baby fever, you are too young to have a child CALM TF DOWN

Masterlist

So, funny story, you met at the hospital

Tom had dislocated his shoulder while doing a backflip *dejected sigh*

And you were just trying to keep your baby niece calm while waiting for the nurse to come get you

You were sitting on the bed, Tom was right next to you, only a curtain separating you

But there was a tiny crack near the end from where it was pulled too far

And when you pressed Olivia closer to your chest, her head resting on your shoulder, she made eye contact with him

He saw her tear-filled eyes

(broke his heart)

So he started to make funny faces at her

Which made her start to giggle and coo and make grabby hands towards him

You turned around, visibly confused because hellooo she was just crying a second ago and now she’s???laughing???

And then you saw him

oh shit he’s hot

He smiled at you

You smiled back, cause what else are you supposed to do?

He got up and pushed the curtains back 

And sat on the chair instead

Still on his side of the curtain

But looking at you straight in the eye now

“So... what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a nasty place like this?”

Poor boy thought he was smooth

But he rested his weight on his injured arm

(that idiot) 

And it lead to him hissing in pain and cradling his shoulder with a pout while you laughed

“Fell down the stairs and twisted my ankle. You?”

“Dislocated my shoulder while doing a backflip.”

Meanwhile Liv was now resting on your lap

Looking at him with a smile on her face

And clapping while he smiled at made funny faces at her again

But then he noticed you were watching

And he was kinda making a fool of himself in front of you

(cue the blushing)

(so cute)

So you decided to help him out a little

"Thanks for putting her in a good mood again."

"No problem... is she yours?"

He didn't want to seem rude so he kept the judgment out of his voice, but you seemed a bit young to have a kid already.

"Nah, she's my niece"

"Oh, okay... Why'd you bring her to the hospital with you? It must be hard having to take care of a kid and get your ankle checked."

You looked a bit sad for a while.

"My sister left her with me as soon as I turned eighteen. My parents were never in the picture so it's been me and her for almost a year now."

"I'm sorry..."

"'S okay. Besides, at least I'm not alone all the time you now? I mean, it's hard to take care of a 13 month-old, but at least I know she won't grow up like I did... afraid... wondering if her mom was gonna come home drunk or half-dressed with another guy on her tail, wishing her sister would let her sleep on the bed instead of locking herself up with her boyfriend there."

He watched you smile as you looked down at the little girl in your arms that seemed to be a perfect reflection of you.

That was the moment he fell in love with you

Dark circles under your eyes and all

He got your number (yay!!) and had to work (read: pester you) for two weeks before you agreed to go out on a date with him.

Liv stayed with Harrison (after you checked that he was a good babysitter)

He took you to a nice little restaurant near the beach

They served giant burgers

Which you liked at lot

Conversation was easy 

He asked you what you were currently doing

"I'm working as a waitress in a little diner downtown."

He also found out you were doing online college to get your creative writing degree.

You told him about your family life. 

How your dad died in a car accident when you were three. 

How your mom was an alcoholic junkie and OD'd when you were fifteen.

How your nineteen-year-old sister had to take care of you for there on out. 

How she left soon after you graduated high school and left you with a three-month-old baby to take care of.

In turn, he told you all about his life

How he became an actor and got his big break as Spider-Man

He told you about his family and how much he misses them

How thankful he is to have Haz with him

You excused yourself to the bathroom just before dessert

And that bastard took advantage of that tiny window to pay the bill

You scolded him for that obviously

And tried to pay him back

He laughed and said no

Then he bought you a giant cotton candy

"Tom, seriously I can pay for my own stuff."

"I know but I like spoiling you."

You finished the cotton candy together while strolling down the beach

Then once it was done he threw out the cone and took your hand

The sun was just setting so it was like a picture-perfect moment

So he took advantage of that and kissed you

(so cliche)

You tasted like strawberry from your chapstick

The cotton candy you just had

You tasted like sweetness

And comfort

And home

You started dating officially not long after that

And that's when it all really started

You knew he was good with kids

That first day at the hospital told you as much

But you didn't expect him to be this good

Olivia was very much in love with him

They were practically glued at the hip

She constantly wanted hugs from him

He took her to the park and threw her up in the air while she squealed in delight

He picked her up and carried her while you were making dinner so she didn't feel left out

She sat on his back while he did push-ups

He'd kiss her nose every time he did a sit-up

They would have kissing contests

He kissed her cheek

She kissed his back 

Then he kissed hers again

And so on

Her first word was Tommy

You'd never seen him so happy

You, on the other hand, were not

"I raised you on my own ever since you were three months old and this is the thanks I get?"

They'd often fall asleep together on the couch

Your camera roll was full of photos of them sleeping

Her favorite thing to do was grab him by the sides of his head and kiss his curls

(a d o r a b l e)

He helped you plan the perfect birthday party for her

"Only the best for my best girl"

"I thought I was your best girl"

"Only the best for either of my best girls but in this case the youngest one"

She loved it

You're pretty sure he loved it more

But who can say for sure?

On your six month anniversary, he told you he loved you and that he had no plans on ever leaving you two.

He forced you to quit your job at the diner

"You're overworking yourself. I have more than enough money to take care of all of us and that way you'll be able to focus on your studies and travel with me since you do online college. Everybody wins."

So you went wherever he went

Including filming for Infinity War/Endgame

He took you to set one day

Everybody loved you

But as always, Olivia stole the show

They passed her around like a little doll

She loved the attention

It was quite funny seeing such a tiny baby being held by the mountain of a man that is Chris Hemsworth

She only referred to Chris Evans as 'Cap'

And Robert would forever be 'Tony'

But they didn't mind one single bit

"She just looks so cute when she says it, I can't be mad at her."

You met his family when the filming ended and he went back to London

Dom was ecstatic to finally have a little girl to take care of

"At least she laughs at my jokes, not like those idiots"

"You can leave her with us whenever you want"

Nikki was very happy to have one more girl in her corner

"I swear, if I hear one more second of golf talk, I'll go nuts"

Harry loved taking pictures of Liv

"She's just so photogenic, it's so easy"

You learned a lot of recipes from Sam

"Finally someone that won't wreck my kitchen and taint my food's good name"

Paddy liked playing with Liv and Tessa in the backyard

"It's nice to take care of someone for a change, I'm always the one being babied"

You made your relationship public while you were in London, a year and a half after you started dating

The public loved you

Because he just couldn't help but brag

And Tom with kids is the content the fans live for

tomhotland: omgggg they're so cuteee

spideysbae: the heart eyes thoooo

peterpprotectionsquad: i hereby declare that Olivia is the cutest baby to have ever existed and she must be protected at all costs

He took you to the Far From Home premiere

Your dress matched his suit

The fans went crazy

Olivia was living her best life in her little red and black dress

She'd gotten used to the flashes after Harry's numerous photoshoots

So she was just smiling and clapping a lot

The paparazzi loved her

The interviewers kept asking about you two

"(Y/N)'s the love of my life and Olivia's the sweetest baby I've ever known, I couldn't love her more if she was my own"

"So, do I hear wedding bells ringing?"

"Well, you never know"

That caught your attention for a second but you let it go in favor of posing with Liv after the paps all but begged you to

"Livvy say bye-bye"

She sent a kiss a said bye-bye in all her baby glory

They awed so much

His Instagram was filled with pictures of the three of you

Zendaya took a bunch of selfies with her as well

"Our dresses match, I have no choice"

She kept pretty quiet during the movie

But hugged Tom especially hard when she saw him cry on the big screen

The next morning, you were all over the headlines

"The sweetest little family in Hollywood"

On your third anniversary, he took you on a week-long trip to Bora Bora

Liv stayed with his parents

He took you on a walk to the beach

(déjà vu much?)

And proposed

Clumsily, but he proposed

How can a proposal be clumsy, you ask?

Well, he kneeled on a rock at first

"Ow! Fuck my knee, hold on a second"

Then he kept stuttering because he was so nervous

And in the end (after you said yes and he checked about five times cause "Wait seriously?") he started freaking out cause the ring didn't fit

But she wears the ring I used as a reference all the time!

"Um, Tom?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"The ring's supposed to go on my other hand..."

Ah, that explains it

The wedding was simple but beautiful

Livvy was the flower girl cause she wanted to throw petals in the air

Tessa brought the rings

His heart almost stopped when he saw you walk down the aisle

He was convinced you'd never looked more beautiful than that day at the premiere when your clothes matched 

But right now, looking at your smile and how gorgeous you looked in that dress, he realized he was wrong

He sniffled, trying to hold his tears, but Haz just handed him a tissue

"I came prepared"

You two adopted Liv

She was your daughter anyway, you just made it official

She started calling you 'mommy' and 'daddy'

"She called me 'daddy'."

Oh, the tears

To Tom's great delight, she started picking up a British accent, as she grew

It didn't help that she stayed at Nikki and Dom's all the time when you started teaching at a university in London

So they dialed they're British-ness up to eleven so she'd pick up on the accent

"Mummy, what's for pudding?"

Good Lord

After two years of trying, you found out Tom was unable to have kids

He cried a lot, and felt like he failed

You shut him up with a kiss and immediately mentioned adoption

"There are hundreds of children begging for a home and parents to love them."

You adopted an eight-year-old boy named Lucas and his five-year-old sister Cleo

Olivia loved having another girl her age

They had tea parties

And played dress-up

And forced Lucas to play the prince

You taught them to bake so they could have cookies for their tea party

And Tom found himself often ambushed in one of their games

"No, daddy, you gotta pretend that the big bad dragon took you so we can save you."

They rolled around on the floor and made 'pew pew' noises to imitate guns

Lucas was always quieter

He was your little angel

You two were very close

He shared your love for writing and literature

As well as cooking, to Uncle Sam's greatest delight

You often sat down on the couch, the five of you (and Tessa, obviously) and someone read a book out loud, while the others just laid back and listened

Cleo became very interested in Uncle Harry's camera and took a bunch of photos of her sister and her dad with the polaroid camera she got for her seventh birthday

Olivia still loved the attention and remained the bright and photogenic child she'd always been

She became a model, to no one's surprise

Cleo became a freelance photographer, which allowed her to fulfill her dream of traveling the world while taking pictures and earning good money

Lucas became one of Hollywood's best and brightest screenwriters

But everyone still made time for each other

Attending every single one of Liv's fashion shows

Every time Cleo showcased her pictures in a gallery, they were the first ones there

All of Lucas' films

Going to all of Tom's premieres and wearing matching clothes, per Liv and Cleo's request

"It's for the aesthetic"

Everyone was happy

And life was good

i’m pretty happy now, ngl

i need a Tom in my life

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[gloomyhearts]

Mellilla || Owen P. Joyner

Chapter five~ you haven't changed a bit

Valerie sat on her bed while Dahlia searched through her closet.

"I don't know why you're doing this"

"I.. it's..just look at him," she toss a picture frame on her bed next to Valerie.

It was taken on his prom, he asked her to be his date really casual when they were sitting at the lake a few minutes of car drive.

She wore an emerald green long sleeve wrap dress and he a black suit with a tie in the same color as her dress. Some of the students asked if they'd be a couple, after frowning they denied.

"You kept this? Really D?"

"I look cute?" She shruggs her shoulder and continued to search for the best outfit.

She decides to wear her black flannel and a green pullover on top. Her black skinny jeans and high converse a must do.

"Okay you look stunning, babe."

"Thank you. Should I take a jacket?"

"Just in case" Dahlia grabs her jeans jacket. On the way to the door she also takes her keys and wallet.

"Does he gets you or.?"

"I'm driving myself." She shuts the door softly, making her way over to the car.

His mom didn't appreciate that he'd be spending a few days before Thanksgiving out. Even due to the fact that there's a pandemic going on.

The teenager planed on ordering their food, just one of them going into the restaurant and then they'd be driving to a park or similar to eat the delicious food.

Owen was on FaceTime with Charlie, Jeremy and Madison.

"And this?" He shows him his third outfit. Charlie groaned everytime he presented one.

On his upper body was a black long sleeve shirt with a white one which had the pizza planet logo, on top. A pink beanie suited his head, still some strands of his now ear long blond hair, fell out.

"This looks perfect Owen," Jeremy states and the other two nodded in agreement.

"Sure? Isn't this beanie too much?" He almost had his hand on it to remove it.

"Stop," his mother steps into his room, "that's great, hun," and then she left.

"I love your mom," Madison breaks the silence.

"Yeah, she's so awesome."

"Right." Owen rolled his eyes at his friends.

"And which jacket?" He had three on his arm.

"The black jeans."

"No. No the thick one to give her when she cold, " Jeremy suggests.

"But she'll have her own," Charlie argues.

"But girls wanna be stylish."

"And?"

"What does that mean, Jer. I'm offended." The group erupts in laughter.

"Well I'm the married one, trust me" he winked at him.

"Okay.. Okay," his voice shakes slightly.

"It's gonna be good, dude," Charlie sent him a resuring smile.

"Hopefully," he glimpses at his watch.

"Gotta go. Talk to you later," he waved at them and exits the call.

The young adults arrived at the same time at the diner. Afterwards it was dopey from Owen to let her driver here herself, he really regrets it.

They parked and Owen walked to her car. He held her the door open.

She's even more beautiful without her mask.

"Hey," he began.

"You already know what you want?" He stretches his neck avoiding her eyes.

"A grilled cheese sandwich. Please."

"Good choice. Something to drink?" She shakes her head pointing to a water bottle she had in her car. He gave her a thumbs up and walked into the diner.

Dahlia sat down in her car again resting her head against the backseat.

Owen knocked on her window raising the bag full of food into the air.

"It smells so delicious," she states as he enters her car.

Owen came up with the idea he could park his car here and she would drive them to the park.

"Can't wait to swallow it."

During the ride the radio played quietly a few songs from the charts but that bothered the two of them not really much.

They arrived at the park and exited the car. Soon they made their way over to a bench in the far back of it.

He hands her the sandwich and placed his fries in between their bodies.

She watched every move of him but as his graze fell on her she immediately turned away.

"Soo."

"Soo," a sad smile placed on her lips.

"What are you studying?" He took a bite of his burger.

"Environmental science is my major and classical Latin as minor."

"Environmental? That's fantastic," Owen states after swallowing his bite.

"Yeah. It's really interesting."

"And why did you chose it?"

"I want to make a change. When every single one of us starts by oneself we're able to change the behavior and turn the world a better place." He nods in agreement.

"That's great. I mean I think so too."

The pair both reached for a fries as their finger touch lightly. She swallowed the limp that formed in her throat and he cleared his, his hand slowly removing from her. The spot where the other touched them burned. Both longing to repeat it, holding it longer.

She felt his graze on her but she didn't dare to eye him.

"You still play volleyball?" She nodded her voice surely would fail.

"And the piano?" Dahlia shakes her head.

"Why?"

She inhales deeply.

"It just didn't felt right. Sometimes I played at some shows at school but since my graduation not once."

"More than a year, that's.. gosh!"

"It's indifferent. I've got impotence things to do."

"Right saving the world," he nudged her side as he let out a chuckle.

"Yeah. Yeah obviously," Dahlia stutters.

Her fragile body began to shake slightly, her jacket was obviously not thick enough.

"You're alright?" He looks down at her.

"Totally."

"Do you want my jacket?"

"If it's no trouble to you." a shy smile suited her lips as her eyes fell on him for the first time since they sat down. He looked he really cute with his beanie.

"You can wear mine if you wanna. Actually it's my brother's but he wouldn't mind." She raises her hand with the jacket to him. They exchanged them and dress themselves up.

Her hands curling around her middle, bringing the warm cloth near. Dahlia inhales his perfume deeply, the corners of her mouth lift up when the scent of wood meet her olfactory nerves. It was a long time since she smelt it the last time. Fun thing he never change the scent.

She sun began to set when they still sat on the bench, some pedestrians passed them, smiling at them.

"You wanna get some dessert?"

"I'd kill for." He raised up and hold his hand in front of her. Dahlia grabbed it hesitantly. Owen pulled her to her feet as well and intertwined their fingers together, she bit her her bottom lip, his touch causing butterflies in her stomach. He guided her towards the exit and to her car.

When they reached it he opened her door and she mumbles a quiet thanks.

She drove backto boomerangs so he could take his car and they'd meet ad Il dolce Gelato a few minutes away.

They met again in the parking lot and walked together into the shop.

"Hello," the waitress behind the tresen greats.

"Hey I'd like one scoop of raspberry and one of stracciatella, please," Dahlia 

"And you sir?" She asks as she hands Dahlia her order.

"Cappuccino and snickers please."

After receiving their order and paying they left and headed to their cars.

Owen opened his trunk door and sat down in it. He padded next to him for her to sit down as well.

"How can you eat cappuccino ice cream?" She knitted her brows watching him lick his scoop.

"Why not. It'd be better if it'd be coffee pur but they hadn't such a flavor," he laughed softly.

"You're strange." Dahlia chuckles.

"You're sure? The last time I checked you found it cute," her eyes wandered into the far.

"I didn't meant it like that, Lia." His left hand reaching for hers.

Her mood changed promptly, she draw from his touch.

"Sure." It was one word but it held so much emotions, anger, hurt, sadness, love.

She drags herself on her feet ready to step to her car but Owen's hand grabs hers.

"Hear me out, please." He stammers.

"Go ahead."

"I am.. I am sorry. I didn't wanted it to end like this... I didn't know what I'd do... I was overwhelmed by the whole situation," he stutters.

"Sorry doesn't fix everything. You didn't call. You didn't texted. Nothing. It was hurtful what you did. Didn't I mean anything to you cause the last time I checked I did, the exact day you just left. Spending time with me the day before so you don't have to say goodbye or what?!"

Owen opens his mouth but she continues.

"No, now it's my turn. I always wanted you to accomplish your dreams. I was your biggest fan until the day you left. Then you were dead to me. And now..." she inhales sharply.

"After three.. three damn years you show up out of nowhere thinking everything is allright between us," she points to her and then him.

"I just want this pain to be over." Her eyes welled up.

Dahlia opens the driver door, excepting to speak up but he never did so she enters her car.

#jatp fanfic #jatp x oc #julie and the phantoms #julie and the phantoms fanfiction #julieandthephantomsimagine #julie and the fat ones #owen joyner fanfiction #owen patrick joyner #owen joyner #owen joyner x reader #owen joyner imagine #alex julie and the phantoms #alex jatp #jatp alex #alex japt #alex mercer #julie and the himbos #julie and the podcasters

[motleyfuckingcruee]

Sweet Child O' Mine (Vince Neil x reader)

Summary:

From the prompts list: "Hey, I'm with you, okay? Always."

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Warnings:

Language, abuse, fluff, angst

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Sweet Child O' Mine

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Vince has always had a soft spot for you. The broken girl that he met four years ago on the Sunset Strip. You were a stripper then, working the only job you could get since you didn't graduate high school.

(4 years ago) 

As usual, Vince got off of one of the tours, and went straight to the strip club. He had on his usual cocky facade. He pulled out hundred dollar bills which he gave to any girl that even looked in his direction. He sat in the front with a clear view of the stage. You were up next. You were dreading that moment as soon as you set foot in the club. You hated being the center of attention, and still do, so this was giving you your worst anxiety attack you’ve ever had. You refused to go up on stage. This, of course, made your boss angry.

Your boss had the worst temper of anyone you’d ever known. He’d beat the girls he hired into submission. He didn’t like you because you would stand up for yourself when necessary. Usually you’d do whatever he wanted you to, but you absolutely would not do something that gave you that much anxiety. 

Your boss pulled you out into the back alley, his eyes red and full of rage. He threw you onto the ground, his chest heaving. “What the hell is wrong with you, you slut?” He snarled at you.

You tried to keep your tears from falling, but failed miserably. “W-What do you mean?”

He kicked you hard in the ribs. A surging pain spread through your body. You yelped out in pain. Your boss didn’t answer you at all. He just kept kicking you. You tried your best to soften the blows, but nothing seemed to work. You just sobbed silently as you took the beating. 

As he pulled back to deliver another kick, a blonde man pulled him away from you. Vince had just so happened to leave the club when all of this started to happen. Vince was walking by when he heard you yell. He had your boss pinned against the brick wall of the club, punching him multiple times in the face.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, man?” Vince asked, stopping  himself from killing the guy. “What the fuck could she have done to you, huh?” Your boss didn’t answer, just causing Vince to get angrier. “Get the hell out of here before I kill you.” Vince let him go, his chest heaving. 

He walked over to where you were still laying on the dirty alley floor. He placed a hand gently on your shoulder, hoping to not scare you. You jumped, finally looking up at who saved your life. You scooted away from Vince, still shaken up. You were, without a doubt, terrified of men at this point. Every man that had ever been in your life had hurt you. Whether it be emotionally or physically. More often than not, it was physically.

“P-Please,” You cried. “D-Don’t hurt me.”

Vince’s heart dropped. He couldn’t believe that you thought that he’d hurt you. “I’m not gonna do anything to you, hun.” Vince gave the best smile he could do in this sad moment. “I’m Vince Neil.”

You looked at him, completely unsure of what to do. Will he be just be another man that will hurt you? Or could you trust him. You felt something towards this mysterious man that saved your life. You decided to go with your gut and trust him. 

“I-I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” You sniffled, a few more tears escaping your eyes. 

“That’s a gorgeous name,” Vince smiled. “You’re a gorgeous woman, too.”

You laughed, wiping your nose on your sleeve. You were so happy you had enough time to change into normal clothes before your boss threw you out.  

“It’s true!” Vince said, knowing you were mentally disagreeing with him. You smiled. The first real smile you’d given in two years. “Your smile is even more gorgeous.”

“Y-You’re not so bad yourself,” You managed to get out. 

Vince grinned at you. “Do you have anywhere to stay?”

Your smile dropped as you remembered the only place you had to go was to your father’s place. You’d rather not get a worse beating there. You shook your head no. 

“Would you want to stay with me?” Vince asked, a hopeful tone in his voice.

“You don’t even know me,” You said, finally pushing yourself off of the disgusting ground. You tried to ignore the amount of used syringes that surrounded you. 

“I have a feeling I can trust you,” Vince responded. You knew that he felt the same feeling you had. “So will you stay with me?”

You thought for a moment. What could go wrong? “I’ll stay until you get annoyed with me.”

Vince laughed. “I doubt I could get tired of you.”

“I can bet that you will.”

“I’m not going to bet on that because I know I’m right.” Vince then wrapped an arm around your shoulders, leading you to his amazingly huge mansion.

You stayed with Vince for four months before he asked you out on a date. He was the most romantic, sweet, amazing man you’d ever met. He made you feel safe and cared for. He did everything in his power to make you happy. Sure, you’d had a few slip ups in the past, but what couple doesn’t?

Four years later, and here you are. Happily engaged to the lead singer of the most dangerous band in the world. 

Vince is sitting on the couch with you cuddled into his side. You’re resting comfortably with his arm around you. You’re growing more and more anxious as you relay everything Nikki and Tommy said about the tour they just finished up. Tommy said the hottest girls were there. A few of them even finished the tour out with the guys. What if Vince found another girl? One that didn’t come with as much baggage as you?

“Vinny?” Your voice sounds so small. You feel tiny.

“Yes, babe?” He asks, pulling his attention away from the TV and to his beautiful girlfriend.

You let out a breath. “Did you find another girl?”

Vince shifts so that he can look at you fully. “What makes you think that?”

You shrug, looking down at the blanket that covered the both of you. “I was just thinking about what Tommy said. About there being a shit ton of hot girls on the last tour. Did one of them catch your attention?”

You feel tears springing to your eyes. Vince tilts your head up so that your looking at him. His blue eyes are filled with love for you, and only you.

“You’re the only girl for me, (Y/N). I love you so much. None of those cheap whores could ever amount to you. You’re my one and only,” Vince says, leaning down to kiss you softly on the lips. You don’t kiss back because you’re trying not to cry. 

“I-I just don’t want you to leave me,” You nearly sob.

“Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always,” Vince says, causing you to smile. You kiss him on the lips. He smiles, pushing you onto your back on the couch. “I love you.”

You grin, kissing him again. “I love you too, Mr. Neil.”

“Good. Let’s have some fun, shall we?”

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[horrjfied]

Most 18 year olds are about to graduate high school (in America at least) while those even a few years younger are still dealing with their early high school years and stuff! This may not seem like a big gap but maturity wise and such there's definitely a gap. I'm 17 rn, & since I'll be 18 next year decided not to apply (seems too soon lol) so I def understand it! Someone should create a phan net for older users if it's truly wanted tho- I would apply! Man.. i grew up with these d+p nerds whoa

i know !! if i was in the US i would be a freshman rn, and some people in the net are probably gonna be ever younger. there is a big maturity gap between high school seniors and freshmen and even middle schoolers. i want to keep the net around the ages of 14-17 so we can all get along, have things in common and be comfortable. im glad you understand ty

[advice4smartgirls]

📓📒i have my speaking test for my language class this week. i'm SO nervous and bad at the class and i'm going to study but i'm nervous. And, i'm just nervous i'm not even gonna pass the class. how do i motivate myself to try harder in school? what if i don't get into college??

sorry we didn’t get to this before your speaking test, I hope everything went okay! first of all, breathe, it’s going to be okay. wrapping up the end of the year gets really crazy and it’s easy to let the stress spiral out of control, but summer is almost here and i promise everything will work out.how worried about failing the class are you, and is it a legitimate concern (are you just feeling shitty about your grade or are you in the d-or-lower range)? are there more big assignments that could boost your percentage before grades close? have you talked to your teacher about extra credit and/or makeups on anything? since you’re worried about getting accepted into college at this point in the year, i’m assuming you’re not a senior? if you’re an underclassman I definitely wouldn’t stress about it too much (sophomore and freshman grades aren’t suuper important to colleges unless you’re looking somewhere really prestigious), and if you’re a junior you still have time to figure things out and improve, plus if you do better on standardized testing than you do in classes it will make your transcript look better. don’t stress about not getting into any colleges – even if you don’t get accepted to your top pick it’s very likely that you would be able to go to a state or community college as long as you graduate high school.as for motivating yourself, it’s all about learning self-discipline and what works to trick yourself into getting stuff done. everyone’s a little different. I myself am terrible about making myself finish work, but when it’s crunch time I try to use little incentives to reward myself (if I study for x amount of time, I can use tumblr for y minutes to unwind before starting again, or I decide that I can’t do certain things until my project is completely finished). if you have the money, buy yourself a fancy pen you like using, or fun highlighters or sticky notes – something to brighten your workday. try giving yourself a little treat while working like your favorite coffee or snack (or after you finish something, if you’re prone to stop as soon as you finish). if you need a specific environment to work in, find a comfortable coffee shop or library to hang out in for a few hours when you’re in school-mode. apps like wunderlist are helpful to organize your thoughts and tasks. sometimes breaking things down into littler pieces makes it seem more manageable and it makes it feel like you’re actually making a dent in the work every time you finish part of it. here is a list of other helpful study apps, which i’ll also reblog in a second. it sounds like you’re in high school, so I assume you live with your parents. asking them to hold onto your phone for a certain period of time while you study or putting your schoolwork and deadlines on their calendar so they can help keep you on track might be useful (although depending on you personality and your relationship with your parents, this might have the opposite effect–I know it wasn’t helpful for me).good luck! you can get through the rest of this semester! -byrne

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