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luvrsbian · 1 year

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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄

A/N: she's finally here!!! this was initially supposed to be a one shot but has kinda turned into a draft up of a pretty plotless, sweet, fluffy mini series. it follows canon for the most part minus eddies death ofc but because im bad with canon lore and science shit, its not heavily mentioned (some minor canon lore was changed but it's not super important.) this is a fem!reader, no use of y/n, set in 1992, 4k words, and i've kept reader pretty vague for inclusivity minus some background lore. this series is not 18+ (yet) but my page is, so please do not follow if you are a minor. thank you sweet baby mona @enam3l for beta-reading for me (ily)

MASTERLIST ✿ PART TWO

Eddie Munson liked his life. He liked his friends, even if a lot of them have now dispersed across the continental United States for school, jobs, general life (minus Robin who has somehow managed to make her way to Australia doing God knows what.) He liked his home, a house on the edge of town – slightly bigger than the old trailer – which he still shared with his uncle. He liked his style and hobbies and taste in music and movies that haven’t really changed much in the last 5 years since his final senior year.

He really liked his job.

Which felt odd for him to admit to himself.  It wasn’t anything like what he thought he would be doing. A younger Eddie Munson would imagine himself traveling city to city, adored by fans, living creatively and free spirited. 

But a middle school janitorial gig kept him young. One could argue 26 wasn't even that old, however, compared to his friends (who he'd already been older than) with their careers, relationships and growing families, he felt like a lonely old man. So, yeah, the awkward, funny, and extremely honest pre-teens made him feel young. 

Initially he thought the job would be lonely. It’s a small town with even smaller schools. Besides him, there was only one other night janitor that he alternated weekend cleans with and only really ran into during day-to-night shift changes. Ron was nice enough, older than Wayne, with a far higher patience for children. Unsurprisingly, behaviours from high school died hard and the teachers and administrative staff all kept to their own little cliques. Resulting in Eddie keeping to himself, rarely speaking outside of his custodian duties or the occasional faculty meeting.

He didn’t even think he’d interact with the students aside from cleaning the odd vomit or getting stuck balls out of the gymnasium rafters. He unintentionally found himself yet again the outcasted mother goose to a small hoard of pre-teen metal heads when their unofficial leader, Matty Sherman, caught site of the various posters Ed keeps hung up on his office (custodial closet) door. The seventh grader quickly forcing himself under Eddies wings and refusing to budge. Matty was a good kid. Reminded Eddie a lot of himself at that age. He was loud, abrasive, and way too confident for such a gangly frame in ill-fitting clothes. Matty had hair though which 13-year-old Eddie couldn’t relate to.

There was also Ms. Virginia Wagner. The eccentric, nurse who has been working at Hawkins Middle since Eddie was attending. Maybe even before that, he wasn’t quite sure and whenever he asked anything close to finding out her age, she quickly shut him down. She was sweet. She was funny. She was also a mean old hag sometimes, but God did Eddie love that about her. If he was just 20 - or more realistically 40 - years older and wasn’t almost certain she swings the other way, he’d shoot his shot. 

The Summer season was extremely uneventful for Eddie. Due to the kids being out of school, his hours were cut in more than half with only the yearly repairs and deep cleaning needing to be done. He went into work about 3 days a week, spending the extra free time to do some manual labour gigs here and there around town. When he wasn’t working, he was hidden away at home watching movies, listening to music, trying to plan out ongoing and future campaigns for Hellfire meetings that have begun to be fewer and far between now that everyone has dispersed. On some rare occasions when he didn’t feel like a complete shell of a person and was able to leave the house to socialize outside of life obligations, he met up with the few friends that remained in the Hawkins area (which at this point in time was really only Steve Harrington and Gareth Emerson.)

It was now the Monday of the week before students would return back to these fluorescent lit halls. That meant all other faculty were now gracing the school to prepare for the year ahead. Organizing and prepping and finalizing lesson plans and class rosters. 

Eddie had a slight pep in his step as he walked through the halls, scuffed up sneakers squeaking on the shiny, extra polished tiles. He whistled a silent tune that clashed with the jingles of his keys that he swung around his middle finger. Getting to the janitors closet to put on his navy coverall and put his hair into a low bun. He zips up the stiff material, covering the self-altered muscle tank top that had the logo for some local band down in Indianapolis he saw a few years back before things went to shit. A cracked and stained mirror hanging up over his work sink being used to make sure his hair looked casually messy in the bun. With a final once over, he hooks his keys to the belt loop of his coveralls and preps for the day's work. A glance at his wristwatch, the one that has somehow survived hell and back just like him, reads 7:58. Just 4 hours and 2 minutes until lunch. 

He couldn’t wait.

Eddie used those 4 hours and 2 minutes to check each stall in all bathrooms were fully stocked with toilet paper and the likes, clean the actual toilets themselves, and make sure the water was running properly in every sink. Once that was taken care of, he began on his biggest task of the week of dragging desks and chairs out of the back storage building to be put into classrooms. Sheryl from the administrative team having left the small packet of papers indicating how many seats each room would need for the coming year. 

He could move the chairs in stacks at a time but could only really stack two - maybe three if he was careful - desks on his hand truck before it became a safety problem. Once moved into the main building, he had to wipe them down, tighten any loose screws that could make them wobble, and make sure they were still in usable condition. Eddie had completed almost 3 of the 32 classrooms before lunch finally rolled around. 

He grabbed his lunch sack from the custodial closet and whistled on his merry way to the nurse's office. He’s been eating lunch with Virginia for as long as he can remember. Of course, there was those 5 years of High School and then the year of recovery following the events of his second senior year, and the summer breaks of course, but besides all those he’s been eating with her for a good 7 years. 

This ritual beginning in his 6th grade, the first year he moved in with Wayne, all sad eyed and past aside due to events outside of his control. Kids he had grown up with suddenly not wanting anything to do with him. He wouldn’t really make any friends again until 7th grade, and his first band of misfits was created, Corroded Coffin. 6th Grade was the worst year of his life until 1986 and now it’s about tied. 

Sadly, in middle school who you ate a meal with or gave the time of day too was so integral into maintaining the hierarchal balance of the ecosystem. It was bullshit. With everything that happened that lead to his father going to jail and him burdening his uncle, the kids of Hawkins middle school decided Eddie wasn’t worth risking their own reputations. He doesn’t remember exactly how it happened, his brain kicking the memory out at some point to make room for more important stuff like D&D lore. But he does remember he went from eating lunch in the bathroom to eating it in Nurse Wagner’s office. 

Even after being integrated back into the Middle school social circle, he couldn’t just leave her to eat lunch by herself. She needed him with his alternative music education and retelling of the fantasy books he’d been reading lately and his strong headedness that could keep up with her dry and sarcastic quips many interpreted as rudeness. Although Eddie would still refuse to admit it, in actuality he probably needed her more than she needed him.

He doesn’t knock, just moseys his tall frame into the nurse's office, wide dimpled smile on his lips as he hears rummaging coming from the actual office area that was blocked off by a wall. He looks at the two plastic-y beds covered in paper sheets, inhaling that antiseptic smell that can only seem to be found in medical settings. No fluorescent lights were on, only natural light being let it from the two big windows. 

There are curtains on them now which surprises him. Floral pinks and yellows with lace on the edge that really fit the grandma vibes Virginia has but refused to acknowledge. The windows all have blinds, but curtains were deemed a non-necessary commodity by the school board budgeting team, meaning if you wanted curtains, you’re gonna have to fork money out of pocket for them. Eddie had asked Virginia about it once, commenting about how it would help spruce up the place. Make it look a little less sterile. She told him to go to hell, that she’s a nurse not rich. Any out-of-pocket money she spent on work only going towards things that actually matter, like the allergen friendly laundry detergent and the nicer, name brand candy for the candy bowl.

Putting his lunch on the side table of the first bed, he lays down in a relaxed position. Hands behind his head, legs crossed, eyes closed, he lets out a relaxed sigh.

“Virginia, dear, I really love what you’ve done with the place,” he calls out to her, hearing the close of the filing cabinet and footsteps soon following, “feels all homey now, dontcha think.”

The footsteps stop.

“I'm glad you like them. You feelin’ comfy there?”

That was most definitely not Virginia Wagners voice.

Eddie jolts up, eyes wide and cheeks red. He’s not one to get embarrassed easily but since recent events he’s been a bit more reserved in how comfortable he gets around strangers. And you were most definitely a stranger. A pretty stranger. A very pretty stranger in a teddy bear patterned scrub top and an oversized cardigan with embroidered sunflowers. You’re a disorienting mess of patterns and colors but you’re also, like, really pretty and Eddie isn’t sure how to go about this.

“You’re not Virginia,” is all he can get his voice to come out with.

“I’m not Virginia.” You give a chuckle. A positive response, Eddie thinks.

“Where’s Virginia?”

Eddie is now standing away from the bed and closer to the door, ready to run from the situation if needed (something he’s learned to embrace in the last few years.) You give him a friendly smile, hands in your cardigan pockets, the sleeves bunched up. You look cozy. 

“Florida. She’ll be in the Caribbean by the end of the month,” you supply. He can tell your fingers are fidgeting in your pockets. His hands are fidgeting at his waist, pinching at the material of his coveralls. 

“Why?”

You shrug your shoulders, “Retirement.”

“Oh,” Eddie sighs, eyes breaking contact with yours for the first time since standing, shifting to look at your white - almost pristine - sneakers on the tile floor her spent all summer mopping and waxing and removing scuff marks from. “That sucks.”

You snort. Teeth biting your bottom lip to stop from laughing at him further during this awkwardly endearing meeting. Your own eyes looking him over now that he isn’t completely focused on you. He’s cute. His cheeks stained your favourite shade of pink once he realized you weren’t the now retired nurse he had been so fond of. Hands covered in jewlery. His inability to stay still so natural it makes you think he doesn’t even realize he’s been shifting his body weight back and forth from his toes to his heels this whole time. Tall, lean, maybe with some extra fluff hidden under the baggy attire. He’s got some shadow of hair on his cheeks. And if you weren’t a civil person and he wasn’t a stranger, you’d be begging to kiss at the column of his throat.

Your gaze moves to look around the waiting part of the office to avoid thinking even more things about this guy. A brown paper bag chicken scratched with the words ‘ED LUNCH’ catches your eye. Before you have a chance to speak yourself, he starts his interrogation again.

“Who are you?”

Your attention cuts back to him quickly. With a smile that shows all your teeth and a hand leaving your pocket, held out for him to shake, you give your full name.

He takes it with his own reserved smile. His hands and rings are warm, but they still tingle your skin from the unfamiliarity of the metal. You enjoy it you think. Before he can introduce himself, you beat him to the punch.

“You must be Edward, right?”

He grimaces, “Just Eddie,” your handshake falls. His hand back to his hip and your hand back into your pocket, “Just Eddie is fine. More than fine, actually. Preferred, really.”

Another chuckle from you. Eddie knows he’s funny when he wants to be but if it’s this easy to make you laugh, he doesn’t ever want to stop.

“Well, just Eddie,” you smirk at his eye roll, “you can join me for lunch if you’d like. I feel like my presence may have ruined your initial plans,” you let out a huff of a laugh and gesture to the lunch sack by the window. He grimaces again at your wording and shakes his head.

“It didn’t ruin any plans just was shocking ‘sall,” his hand moves from his hip to rub at his slightly scruffy chin, pretty brown eyes back on yours, “but um, yeah. Yes, I’d love- like to join you for lunch.”

You smile. He smiles back.

Eddie has sat in this chair, in this office, and eaten his lunch for years. Today it feels awkward and unfamiliar. 

It might have something to do with you sitting where Virginia used to sit. Same chair, same desk, same office, but completely different. Virginia didn’t decorate her space, leaving it functional and impersonal, if people wanted to know about her life they could ask her. She wasn’t going to flaunt it. 

You were very different. An orange, gaudy looking vase filled with fake flowers. A matching candy bowl with various sugary, little treats. A picture frame of you and what he could only assume was your family based on the similar features shared between each person. A decorated Coke can with the top cut off and trimmed with glued on lace and covered in holographic stickers of vibrant cartoon animals, sparse enough to still see the iconic red drink logo, was now holding an assortment of colorful gel pens. 

Even the chair wasn’t safe from your interior decorating, a purple knitted blanket folded over the top of the rolling seat. The seat itself now adorning a red, white, and black cushion of an ugly faced bulldog with a spiked color and cap with the letter G, the words ‘GEORGIA BULLDOGS’ splayed above him. A sports team he assumed. 

The conversation hadn’t started back up since the introduction in the sick room. Both of you taking your respective seats in the office area, opening your lunch bags and digging in. 

Eddie being a creature of habit brought his usual bag of pretzels, a can of Pepsi, and a sandwich made of whatever he could find in the kitchen. Today it was two slices of whole wheat, mayo, lettuce, the last piece of deli ham, and shredded cheese. 

Your own lunch seemed much more put together. For starters, you had an actual lunchbox, a bulky and vibrant plastic thing with Snoopy sleeping on his dog house on the front. Inside, there was your own ziploc bag of green grapes, a can of Coke, and a sandwich cut into triangles. White bread, crunchy peanut butter, and grape jelly. A Little Debbies Swiss Rolls pack sitting on the corner of your desk for dessert.

He’s mid chew on the final bite of his sandwich, half his Pepsi left, his pretzels being the first thing devoured, when you speak up. Your own sandwich having on triangle section left, grapes gone, and Coke untouched.

“Have you always lived in Hawkins?”

You’re wiping your mouth with a folded paper towel, curious eyes focused on him. You’re very good at that, he’s realized. Eye contact. Focusing on your center of attention. Eddie has never been good at it, having to remind himself to look at the person talking to him. It’s polite, Wayne would say, shows people you’re listening and interested in what they have to say. Eddie gets so worked up in remembering to seem focused, he loses it and doesn’t hear what’s being said. He hasn’t had that problem with you so far. He thinks he could look at and listen to you all day if you let him.

“Born and bred,” he swallowed his bite and shrugs his shoulders, rubbing his hands together to get the crumbs off, “you’re not though, are you. Feel like I’d remember you,” he raises an eyebrow. Feeling a little more confident in himself, especially with the obvious signs of you not being a local, and gives a playful smirk.

“You got me,” you hold your hands up in mock surrender, moving your arms back to rest your elbows on the edge of the desk, “I’m from Georgia.”

Eddie nods, the seat cushion making sense now. It’s your home team for… sports. A sport. Probably football. Eddie mentally pats himself on the back for guessing it was a sports team. Good on him for knowing sports. (Eddie doesn’t know sports.)

“So,” Eddie lulls, small talk never being his forte. Much more interested in getting into the nitty gritty of conversation when interested in someone but he doesn’t know you yet. He needs to find something to relate with you on and he can’t do that with tidbits he may know from growing up in town like he could other people his age or older here. “You’re like a southern chick,” it was your turn to grimace. 

“You’re really bad at this,” you snort and shake your head, finishing up the last of your own sandwich. Tidying up your desk, throwing away the ziploc bag and sandwich wrapping and paper towels. Opening the coke can and moving the swiss rolls pack to in front of you, looking back to Eddie. With a tilt of your head and saccharine grin you ask, “Splitsies?”

He nods at the opportunity to get a sweet little treat before addressing your initial comment, “Small talk requires talking and I just don’t really do that anymore with people who don’t already know me or just have a preconceived idea of who I am,” he shrugs his shoulders again, voice softer, slight regret in being too real. Eyes watching your fingers open the package, folding another paper towel (which he has now realized are coming from a roll kept in the lowest drawer of your desk), and setting one of the processed roll cakes on the indented paper before placing it in front of Eddie’s seated and slouched body. “Thank you,” He looks back up to you and you’re already looking at him.

“Virginia told me a lot about you,” you smirk, lifting your own cake to take a bite. Your eyes not leaving his except for split a second to give an appreciative glance and hum to the cream filled ‘pastry.’

“We’ve been corresponding for months,” you snicker at your own use of the word, making you feel like some sort of 18th century countess or captain, rather than a young nurse taking over the position of an older nurse. 

He looks panicked at this reveal. Which is cute considering he had a bit of white cream on his upper lip. Although he looked so pretty when his brow furrowed, it was clear he was frightened so you were quick to reassure him.

“All good things, of course. I think she’s just worried about you. It’s cute, really, just really cute.” Another kind smile on your lips and your hand holding out the paper towel - his now eaten roll was sat on - as hint for him to clean his mouth off.

Eddie knew Virgina wasn’t one to gossip but the prospect of a rare new person in town he’s actually interested in, being privy to all his shit-uations without him telling them himself, scared him. But Virginia did love to meddle and that may be worse. She was a big supporter of Eddie needing friends his own age. 

Letting out a sigh of relief that his tragic history had yet to be exposed, Eddie returned your smile with his own half one. You reach into your desk again, pulling out a letter instead of paper towels this time. ‘Edward’ scrawled in a familiar, loopy handwriting with blue ink on the white envelope caught his eyes. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion and intrigue. 

You hold it out for him to take like it was something precious, “This is for you.” From Virginia, is unspoken but recognized between the both of you. Who else would it have been from. Eddie flushing as he realized, Virginia never told him about you. Virginia never even told Eddie she’d be leaving. They didn’t speak much, or really at all, during the summer unless they happened to run into each other outside of these brick walls. 

Callused finger pads grazed your palm when he took the letter from you, he kept his eyes focused on examining the letter. A sad smile on his lips appreciating the loops of the E and W and curves of the D’s. Realistically he knew Virginia probably wasn’t gonna be gone from Hawkins forever, she had roots here. A son. That’s son kid or maybe kids now, he wasn’t sure, hadn’t checked in on Rick since he got out of jail in ‘88. But it still hurt that she was gone, without a word, and was happy enough to talk to her replacement about him but not to him about her. You.

“I’m gonna read this later,” he mumbles and puts the offending but appreciated letter in his deep pocket. A quick glance at his watch read it’s been about an hour since making his way into the nurses office, lunch was over. He threw his trash out in the bin by your desk and gave you a friendly smile, standing from the seat in front of your desk.

“Maybe we could do this again sometime,” eyes shifting around the office again, not really taking things in, just needing to not get trapped back into your gaze. “Ya know, with my lunches free now and everything,” he humorlessly chuckles.

“Eddie,” you spoke softer than you had before, a more sympathetic smile on your lips, “I’d really like that.”

He looks at you now. You have really shiny eyes. What a weird observation, Eddie thinks, but it’s true. With a quick wave of his hand before retreating them back into his pocket, fingers playing with the paper edges of Virginias letter. He begins his trek out the door. 

“Hey, next time though,” he stumbles in a spin to walk backwards while speaking, “We’ll speak more about you than about me. Feel’s like you know too much about me,” he huffs with a smug smile before spinning back to look forward. “See ya, Peach.”

Your sweet laughter follows him out into the hall. You call out, “See ya, Eddie,” to his retreating back, watching the door long after he’s left. 

“Peach,” you snort and shake your head, teeth tugging on your bottom lip to stop from smiling too wide.

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contrivedcoincidences6 · 6 months

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The Unsleeping City is truly so special

#dimension 20 #the unsleeping city #d20 the unsleeping city #brennan lee mulligan #ally beardsley #tcu #pete conlan #d20 tcu

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snow-au-love · 4 months

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TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOASY

#dreamswap #ds nightmare #ds cross #ds error #jmv #polarity #jmv obsidian #jmv zircon #jmv koroit #ds dream #tcu #toasty cinematic universe

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ask-bayfire · 3 months

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Um. Yeah. third pic by @scrollypoly

Benilos: Bay-nee-yohs (but you can say Beh-neh-lohs)

Age: N/A (He's the first living being to ever exist.)

Height: 6'3"

Weight: 100 lbs. (He's freakishly light for how big he is, since he's mostly made of light and fire).

Pronouns: All, primarily uses he/it.

Sexuality: Does not fuckin care.

Likes: Blonde dudes, sour candy, sex.

Dislikes: Being told no, being alone, large bodies of water.

He is not actually a BEN, but he will call himself one and likes to trick people into thinking he is. He is however, a God of Creation that was formed from the Pillars of Creation (also called Hemicate) before any life was created. He's.... Stupid. Kind of a hoe. Okay a hell of a hoe.

He has multiple faces, various forms, and generally can shapeshift however he pleases, you will likely meet his other forms here on this blog, especially if you ask about them. He is the eldest of the 3 og gods in the TCU universe. You can also call him Benil. (beh-neehl) or (bay-nee-yah), or call him Bay, we usually refer to him as Bay.

Bay is a main protagonist in Time and Time Again, alongside Twitch, and is the apparent owner of the Matheson House ("Slendermansion"), though Slender and EJ actually run the House and its rules. He has a bad habit of stalking and harrassing newcomers, he has no concept of boundaries, and is not above assaulting people for fun if he is bored.

He is not a pleasant person, he is rude, violent at times, and incredibly entitled. He is a slut, a raging one, valid, because of the fact that he thinks the best thing is physical pleasure and doesn't understand nor care if ppl say they dont want that, and has forced himself on people before because he thinks he just needs to get them to understand.

He's a smoker, the nicotine doesn't do anything for him but he likes the smell and feeling of smoke in his mouth. He has a hella oral fixation, and especially likes sour Skittles, and anything else especially spicy or sour. Honestly does not like sweet stuff but it depends.

As a god, also known as an Elekassu in TCU, he also has kolivera (singers) which are people whose souls match his own in some way. Most of the time his kolivera are variants of B.E.N. and Ben Lawman. He is open for asks now, have fun yall will learn more about him as we go.

#tata #time and time again #ben drowned #benilos #benil #creepypasta #creepypasta au #tcu #three circuits unending #askblog #evie talk #bay #bayfire #ask-bayfire

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benilos · 10 months

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What is TCU?

Three Circuits Unending is a horror genre multiversal series mainly comprising of Creepypasta and Legend of Zelda content, containing both custom-made original content as well as canon content. Most canon content will be seen from the LOZ aspects, but otherwise the majority of the content is reimagined into an admittedly convoluted and over-filled mash up of ideas and new representations of well-known characters in both fandoms.

I grew up on Creepypasta, having found a love for the Legend of Zelda through it, due to BEN Drowned being the first Creepypasta I ever read. I started this series around 2014, while the Moon Children Arc of the BEN Drowned ARG was occurring. It has seen many versions of itself, originally known as MSATC (shorthand for The Misadventures of Scary Ari & Twitch Circuit), which was a high school mini project done by me and @awesomegoatwolfchild, however Goat is no longer involved in the series. There are a couple small cameos of their old OC Scary Ari, but she has largely been written out per Goat's request. Here and there you guys may see old school art of Scary Ari from her old designs, or even some fanart of the newest version of them according to what is on Goat's blog, but it'll be a bit sparse. Ari is still canon to TCU, but she will not appear as a full fledged character anymore unless Goat decides otherwise. We love Ari in this house though, so you guys may see some old old designs of her if Goat's okay with it XD

The Creepypasta section of the series follows the protagonist Daija, who tries to call herself "Twitch Circuit", as she traverses the previously thought fictional world of the internet phenomenon known as Creepypasta. Having been a teenager who found a dangerous comfort in the fandom of Creepypasta, she spent most of her teen years in a delusional state of chasing down "real" Creepypastas. When she was 13, her and two friends came across an abandoned house in Tennessee while she was visiting family friends, and unknowingly come across an entity that will stalk and harrass her for the years to come, eventually leading her to a place known simply as Home, where it would then take her life. 4 years later after her death, on April 23rd, 2024, the pond she was drowned in spits her back out, and her adventure begins. This part of the series is extremely heavily influenced and guided by the BEN Drowned ARG and various depictions of BEN Drowned as a character and story mechanic by itself, as most of the events are caused by that entity's guiding hands.

The Legend of Zelda section of the series follows many many protagonists, during a phenomenon known as a Barrier Event. Similar to the storyline of Hyrule Warriors, many heroes and friends from across the Eras of Hyrule, Lorule, and other worlds are pulled into a millenias long plot to break down the barriers between existence and force all worlds to crash into each other, and eventually be destroyed. Links, Zeldas, Ganondorfs, and many other iterations of various beloved Legend of Zelda characters are brought into these Events, some fighting to save their homes, others assisting in the carnage.

The series crosses over with another Creepypasta-based semi-original content series known as Soulless Computer Boy, by @scrollypoly, having multiple crossovers within the series, as the two will eventually end up as one series after the finales of both TCU and SCB, known for now as Project ZMB (whether this name will stay is up for debate).

This series does not only follow Creepypasta/Legend of Zelda content, as a vast majority of the lore and mythos used is not from either fandom, and is instead custom made to make sure everything fits a bit more cohesively (I do not manage that cohesiveness well, fair warning.)

TCU is heavily inspired by Homestuck in the way it uses timeline shenanigans and over complicated references at every turn. I personally admit this series can be very hard to handle and will stay as such in its early stages. This entire series is also 16-18+ (HB is 16+, TATA is 18+, the rating may eventually be bumped up fully to 18+ for both), as it is heavily full of sensitive themes and gore, including non-explicit depictions of rape, childhood abuse/sexual assault, other forms of assault, racism, bigotry, torture, general carnage/violence, and various creative forms of fantasy gore. It is a horror series, and I do not hold back from depicting hard-to-swallow topics, but I do my best to depict them in an appropriate ways that do not glorify or glamorize them. These topics are not meant to be taken lightly, nor should any of my writing be taken as support of the terrible things that will occur.

I hope everyone reading enjoys this series. It is a long-standing project of mine, and I haven't given up on it yet, and I don't plan to, even if it gets remade over and over. Please enjoy this adventure with me!

#skull talk #hyrule-bound #hyrule bound #tcu #three circuits unending #creepypasta #creepypasta au #legend of zelda #legend of zelda au #tata #time and time again #hb #loz #loz au #twitch circuit #i like the word carnage today it seems #ben drowned

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athleticperfection1 · 29 days

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Haley Cavinder

#Haley Cavinder #cavinder twins #TCU #Texas Christian University #TCU Horned Frogs #basketball girls #college basketball #athlete #female athletes #college athlete #college girl #bikini #athletes in bikinis

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ellebastonart · 7 months

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Full versions of the chibis + info cards I made for my video celebrating the 10th anniversary of my fanime The Caged Underworld!

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luvrsbian · 1 year

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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐔𝐏

A/N: thank you so so SO much for the support on part one. i did not expect that at all!! everyones likes, reblogs, comments, and tags made my whole day (especially the comments and tags, almost cried during class cause i was soft over some of y'alls fic reviews) um, anyway, still fluffy, still 4k words, still a little awkward eddie, and some very minor angst for plot movement. nothing to be scared about, i promise. also, this fic is very much not a slow burn, it's more akin to love-at-first-sight-but-were-both-awkward-idiot-dummys. and as always so much love and praise for mona @enam3l for making sure this fic is coherent and not just me rambling thoughts. please enjoy!

PART ONE ✿ PART THREE

Virginias letter sat heavy in Eddie’s pocket for the remainder of the day. Only being touched again when he took it from the deep, work pockets and folded it up to put in his jean pockets as he left for the day back home. 

Eddie didn’t see you the rest of the day, assuming you left around 2:50 like Virginia would, his own shift not ending till 4. This theory being confirmed when he did finally head out, there were only two cars left in the staff lot. One being his van, his baby that was on her last legs. A few spots down sat the second, Mr. Sinclair’s Honda Accord. Knowing the father of Lucas and Erica, an ex-elementary school teacher turned middle school principal, he probably wouldn’t be heading out till around 5:30 when Ron came in for the night shift and lockup. Mr. Sinclair was a kindly principle with a no-nonsense policy yet, still carefree enough for the kids to like him. He was way better than the principle of Hawkins middle when Eddie attended.  

Eddie parked the Mystery Machine - a name dubbed by Robin the first time he took her and Steve on a drive - in front of the small, blue house. Wayne’s car still parked in the driveway, his shift at the plant not starting till 6; giving Eddie enough time to take a power nap and make dinner for the both of them. Tonight was definitely a soup and grilled cheese kinda night. Maybe some steamed broccoli for a balanced meal or what not. 

Entering the home, he falls into his usual after work ritual of putting any change from his pockets into the coin-jar and his keys next to it. Then, his shoes come off and are placed by the door so he could slip them on easily in the morning. Wayne’s door was closed, presumably still sleeping, so he does his routine quietly. He keeps his shirt on but takes his jeans off to put on some plaid, loose fit pajama bottoms. Before discarding his jeans into the could-be-worn-again pile, he takes out the note. With a sigh, he sits on the edge of the bed with the letter clasped in his fingers.  

Eddie doesn’t even know why the letter was stressing him out so badly. He knew it wouldn’t be anything truly bad. Yeah, he was bummed he wasn’t warned beforehand about her sudden retirement to Florida, but at least she left him something to explain herself. That’s more than the other people in his life who upped and left with no warning could say.  

Man up, dude. It’s just words on some paper. 

With a few more seconds of memorizing all the curves and loops of his name written by Virginia on the back, he bites the bullet and opens the letter. He unfolds the parchment, noting the formal stationary with a huff of laughter, surprised it wasn’t just a loose-leaf lined page. Eddie begins to read the words left for him. 

Dear Eddie M., 

If you’re reading this letter that means I’ve finally left this hellhole and jumped ship. (Jumped on a ship, that is. You know me and my affinity for cruises to tropical locations.) 

Eddie did know this, having heard a small handful of stories from Virgina about the cruises and summer beach vacations she would take with her son, Rick, and her roommate, Caroline. He even remembers a few years back, one of the first times he saw her out and about at the grocery store wearing this graphic t-shirt of a humanoid lady cat in a hot pink one-piece, lounging on a beach towel with the words ‘Bahama Mama’ in matching pink script above her. Eddie had walked up to her in the dairy aisle, Cheshire Cat grin on display, and said with his whole chest, “Hello, Bahama Mama.” To which Virginia promptly ignored him with a side eye glance and headed towards the produce section. 

But that also means you’ve met the lovely nurse who will be taking my place. She also has a great enjoyment of beach vacations, if you’re looking for topic starters. You’ve always been quite dreadful at small talk, but I won’t bore you with the reminiscing of our first meeting, you were there, and I hope you remember it like I do. 

Knowing you, though, you’re either jumping for joy to be rid of this old gal or confused on my sudden departure. I’m truly sorry I couldn’t say goodbye in person and to leave so suddenly. But let’s be honest here, Edward, if anyone could convince me to spend another 65 55 years in Indiana, it would be you. 

Caroline and I decided it was as good as time as any to finally do some traveling, just the two of us. Rick and the kids are in a good place now (but please still keep an eye on him when you can, I don’t trust him to be truthful about things, like you are.) You're in a good place as well, whether you care to admit it or not.  

I would never have left if I thought you truly still needed me. 

Eddie lets out a sardonic laugh at her truthful sentiments. Virginia wasn’t a liar, she had secrets like any normal person, but when she said things, she meant them. He furrows his brows noticing a small wet stain on the next line before another quickly appears. Bringing his free hand up to his face he realizes he’s crying. With a hard sniffle and another chuckle at his own emotions he collects himself and finishes the note.

Enough of the sappy shit crap. You’ll be receiving various postcards in due time through our gorgeous new friend. Play nice and don’t fuck it up, Edward. I believe in you. You need to make friends now before you end up stubborn and old like me. Not everyone gets their own Caroline. 

I better here back from you. My replacement will know what to do with them. 

Love, Virginia Wagner 

Eddie folded up the letter, put it back in the envelope and tucked it in his bedside table drawer. Don’t fuck it up, I believe in you, echoing in his brain. He had no intentions on fucking up anything. Especially with you. You, the woman he just met not even 24 hours ago. He shakes you from his thought, not ready to jump nto that obvious trap set up by a secret hopeless romantic. He needed time. His mind, body, and heart still processing the words he just read before an evil grin spread upon his lips. 

“I fucking knew that old witch was a lesbian.” 

You didn’t come into work for the remainder of prep-week.  

Which was fine. So fine in fact that Eddie 100% didn’t even notice. He had his own work to distract him. How could he have known you weren’t there when he was so busy moving desks, cleaning floors, eating lunch outside with that sad, puppy dog look on his face because he’s never had to find a spot to eat outside of the nurse's office before. Your disappearance hit him like a freight train on Friday.  

With one of those old school paperback books from a second-hand shop in town in one hand and the other preoccupied with feeding himself. His brain simultaneously trying to read the small words whilst not overthinking every possible thing regarding you. 

Did Eddie just fuck everything up with one meeting? Was he so off-putting that the only reasonable response was to quit on your first day in order to prevent the chance of running into him again? Your ability to make people leave will forever astound me, Eddie Munson, he tells himself.

The reasonable part of Eddies brain played quickly to shut down this intense negative thinking. Maybe you were just sick? Even nurses get sick sometimes! Or a family emergency! Or your car broke down! Or something evil that Eddie wasn’t sure he’d ever possibly be able to explain to someone who didn’t experience it first-hand like him and his friends was happening in Hawkins again and you just happened to be the first victim- 

Nope. No. No. We’re shutting this down here, traumatized and overactive brain. Eddie began doing his deep breathing exercises that he learned from his therapist (well, Steve’s, who had promptly told Eddie because mental healthcare was a luxury he could probably never afford.) Reminding himself he was going to be okay he decided that on Monday, if you were still M.I.A, he’d ask someone. Freaking out and thinking the immediate worst, wasn’t gonna help anyone, he needed to just chill. Not let his mind take control of him. Virginia was smart and could sense things about people, she wouldn't have forced the two of you to collide in such a way if she thought you’d up and disappear. 

Besides, even the kindest of people don’t share Swiss Rolls with people they hate, and Hawkins was no longer a literal gateway to hell. 

Eddie’s weekend was uneventful. 

He finished his book. He went grocery shopping. Him and Wayne watched some rom-com film with Julia Roberts as a sex worker. In hindsight, a bizarre movie choice for both of them, next time Eddie thinks he’ll just let Wayne put on his beloved westerns. He worried just a bit about you. He kept his thoughts as realistic as he could this time. Although, he did at one point worry, whilst lying in bed Sunday night, whether you had gone missing and he was the only one to notice, meaning he’s now fucked up any chance of your rediscovery by not informing someone. But this was Hawkins. If you had truly gone missing without a trace, he would’ve heard of it by now. Especially from Pamela in Admin who did the attendance records and didn’t know how to keep things to herself.  

Point is, if you had an unexcused absence for the 4-days you were gone, she would’ve made it everyones business. Which gave Eddie some peace of mind that he’s heard nothing through the grapevine that runs through Hawkins. 

That Monday morning, Eddie was the first to traverse the halls of the first day of another school year at Hawkins middle. Or he thought he was. He wasn’t so sure because as he made his way to the main switch box that turned on all the hallway lights, a fluorescent glow was spilling out of the Nurse’s office. 

He slowed his pace as he approached the door left ajar, his head peeked around the corner of the entry. The lights were all on, there were various storage boxes on the beds, some filled with medical odds and ends, others empty. It was clear someone had been there organizing supplies. 

“Uh,” Eddie cleared his throat, the first use of his voice for the morning, “Hello?” 

“Good morning,” 

He whips around, startled by the cheery voice. 

“Jesus H. Christ, you gotta stop doing that,” his hand rubbed at his chest, face disgruntled and red from the jump scare. 

“Hey, you’re the one who keeps entering my workspace unannounced,” a look of innocence on your face. You step around him, bodies almost touching for just a second, causing Eddie’s heartbeat to increase embarrassingly so. You’ve got a coffee mug held tightly in one hand, the other stuffed deep in your cardigan. The same sunflowers embellishing it, that greeted Eddie last time. Your scrub top today was black with various illustrations of Mickey and Minnie Mouse depicted as nurses.  

“I said hello,” he argues, hand rubbing at his chin. He continues to take in your appearance and any new details he can latch onto. You look the same, of course. It’s only been like what, 6 days since he saw you last. The only glaring difference being a sleepier appearance, even with the bubbly morning aura, your eyelids look heavy. You roll them at his defense, a resting smile never leaving your lips. 

You step over bins on the floor, take a long sip from your mug, and set it on the same table he put his lunch sack on last week. He smiles at the mug; it was off white and in red cartoonish font had the slogan ‘I ♡ my aunt!’. You begin to work on the boxes and talk as he stands in the entryway, not wanting to disturb the systematic mess you have in place. 

“I hope you didn’t miss me too much,” you snort, picking up a closed box and putting it in the storage closet by the office part of the Nurse’s Office, “I normally don’t disappear like that. You know, I just moved in town a few weeks ago, and I’ve been having problems with the house I’m renting,” you sigh after exiting the closet. Now stuffing labelled Ziploc bags with various bandages and over the counter medication into a new bin. You look focused even while speaking sporadically. 

He can’t move his eyes away from your hands as you work diligently on putting content into storage while still explaining about your absence. Vaguely, he catches something about landlords, repair men and having to take cold baths. He was listening but most of his attention was focused on your fingers tackling Ziploc bag openings. Your sleeves rising just enough for him to wonder if shadows were playing tricks on his mind, or there was a wrist tattoo he couldn’t quite make out from this angle.  

“Eddie, ya still with me?” 

He eyes snaps up from your stilled hands to look at the playful gleam in your eye from catching him staring, “hm?” 

“I asked if you’ve read the letter yet,” you decide to step slightly closer, most of the boxes now closed and in the closet. There weren’t that many to begin with but he’s still surprised with how fast you managed to finish the task. 

“Yeah, I did. It was sweet, for Virginia that is,” really sweet. You show your teeth in a wide grin. 

“I’m glad. I was afraid you might hold some resentment towards me for replacing her,” you do that snort laugh thing again, “I am nosey though, did she mention me?” 

Eddie smirks mischievously, hands coming to rest on his hips, allowing himself to incline, further closing the distance between you both. “Wouldn’t ya like to know, Peach.” 

Your stomach did front flips from the use of that silly, little nickname again.

“I would, I really would. That’s why I asked,” you say as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. One of your fingers he’d been watching intensely before, now coming up to give his chest a poke.

Was this flirting? Eddie knew it was something akin to flirting, but was this a playful flirting or a serious flirting? He struggled between the two, often getting told off and read wrong for his natural charm. He’s like pretty sure he’s flirting with the serious intention, but were you? His heart felt like it was gonna fall out of his ass and he might throw up his own brain from all these emotions and thoughts. 

Before he could respond and remind his head and heart to start working again, a familiar voice spoke from behind his back. 

“What is happening here?” 

It was Eddie's turn to roll his eyes, another body squeezing past him to enter the nurse’s office. He takes a step back to let the young intruder have space to do whatever he needs to do here. You put your hand down and smile at the student you’ve yet to meet. 

Matty Sherman had a head of thick dark curls, a mole on his left cheek, and dark green eyes. He was wearing an obviously well-loved and a size too big Pantera t-shirt he had obviously cut the sleeves off himself to make into a muscle tee. He paired this with loose fitted, medium wash jeans, and some relatively new converse. Obviously wanting to make a statement and look his best for his first day of 8th grade. Both of his backpack straps were secured on his shoulder. His eyes looked between Eddie and you before landing securely on you. 

“Sup,” he smiles wide, dimples and braces on display.  

“Hi,” you smile widely yourself, a hitch in your voice from trying to not laugh at the situation. You glance over to Eddie, who’s looking at you with a pout on his pretty lips. Your eyes shift toward yet another, Ziploc bag that was in Matty’s hand. 

“That for me?” You ask, hand gesturing towards the bag holding obvious medication. 

“You the nurse?” The teen boy asks in a playful tone, as if you’re not wearing an outrageously patterned scrub top whilst standing in the nurse’s office. 

“I am the nurse.” 

“Then this is for you. I have asthma,” he hands you the Ziploc bag, curls bouncing when he turns to look at Eddie now, “Munson.” 

“Sherman, how was your summer?”  

“Dude, it was great. My dad felt so bad about not doing crap with us for Christmas that he took Me and Eli to see Megadeth in Chicago,” Matty excitedly responds, hands flailing around as he speaks. Beaded bracelets he had covering his wrist clanking together.  

Eddie couldn’t help but smile slightly at that. As much as he acted like Matty was a thorn in his side, he did genuinely care about him. In some weird turn of events, he had become to Matty what Virginia was to him. A safe haven at school. Even though Matty was far more popular than Eddie was at the same age, he obviously needed some sort of role model or trusted adult to just care. Matty had his mom at home and Eddie at school. Similar to how Eddie had Wayne at home and Virginia at school. 

Matty was waiting for Eddie's response, wanting some sort of confirmation that his ass of a father taking him and his older brother to see a metal concert was actually a cool thing to do. You were clearly taking your time putting Matty’s medication away to give them time to have this moment. Eddie smiles wide at Matty, to which he instantly perks up more. 

“Man, that does sound like a great summer. I spent my whole summer cleaning up after you kids,” he huffs and gives Matty’s shoulder a nudge. 

“You would’ve loved it, Munson, I’m telling you.” 

“Yeah,” he agrees before your make yourself known again.  

“I hate to break this up but class for you,” you gesture towards the youngest metalhead, “starts in about 5 minutes and I’m pretty sure we need to get back to work,” you give Eddie an apologetic smile. It’s probably the closest thing to sad he’s seen you so far and he’s not a fan. At all. 

“Yeah,” he agrees sadly, teeth nipping at his bottom lip, “We good for lunch?”  

“Yes.” You respond, quickly. Agreement coming out before he even got to the final syllable in lunch. Now his lips are being nipped to contain his full smile. 

“Good, I’ll see you then,” he moves his hand to grab the handle of Matty’s bookbag to lead him out. 

“You will! Bye guys,” You wiggle your fingers in goodbye. 

“Bye,” Matty waves to you as he’s being pulled out by Eddie. Your laugh following them out into the hall. 

Eddie keeps his hand secured on Matty’s bag until they’re a good few feet in the opposite direction from your door. He lets go and Matty takes a few steps to the side and adjusts his backpack to sit better on his back. 

“She’s hot.” 

Eddie is positive he gets whiplash from how fast his head turns to glare at the 8th grader. Disgust on his face, even though he said something factual, he shouldn’t be saying things like that at all. He’s like a baby in Eddies eyes. 

“Jesus, Matty, don’t say shit like that.” 

Matty gasps in mock shock, “Woah! Language, Mr.Munson, I have impressionable ears,” he dramatically covers his ears with both hands. Eddie shakes his head and gives his bookbag a gentle shove towards where he knows his home room is. 

“Get to class.” 

Matty laughs loudly as he runs down the hall to his first period. Eddie felt too old for this shit. 

That Monday lunch went swimmingly. Eddie thinks. He hopes. It definitely felt like it went swimmingly? 

You laughed at his jokes. His actual jokes, not just his situational awkwardness. You asked about his week and he asked about yours. He left out the part of being fearful you quit cause of him. Whilst you delved more into your trouble with the handy men and your landlord; your stove still didn’t work but at least you had hot water. He even got to learn more about you pre-Hawkins by finally divulging the info Virginia had written about. 

“Well, she is right. I do love the beach,” You were talking with a grape stuffed into your cheek. It was endearing but Eddie was silently praying you chewed it well and didn’t choke cause he definitely did not know the Heimlich manoeuvre. “I think that’s what I’m gonna miss the most while here. Indiana doesn’t even have a coastline, how sad is that,” You’re shaking your head in disapproval. 

“We have lakes,” he tries to amend, taking a bit of his Swiss Roll that you, again, have shared with him. 

Your eyes shoot up at him in a glare, not amused by his suggestion, “Eat your sandwich.” You say it in a tone that Eddie imagines you would use while scolding a student, it makes him roll his eyes with a huff but he does as you say. Putting the half-eaten Swiss Roll down to actually eat the sandwich he brought, another concoction of various cheeses and deli meat and some lettuce for color. 

You smirk at him following your directions. You’re eyeing both your lunches once again, almost identical to the meals you brought on your first lunch. Two sandwiches, two Swiss Rolls, one bag of pretzels, another bag of grapes. You have a Coke can and he’s got Yoo-hoo in a glass. It kinda makes you sad that you’re both grown adults eating lunches teenagers would prep for themselves. You think, once your stove is fixed you may start bringing some better meals, definitely less peanut butter and more vegetables. Maybe you’ll even bring enough to share. 

And on Thursday that’s exactly what you do. 

Outside of that first Monday morning, nothing eventful really happened for the rest of the week. You had your small group of after lunch medicine takers and a few kids in need of ice packs and Band-Aids. Your lunches were preoccupied with Eddie, getting to know him better.  

Part of your brain wanted to convince you that they were kinda like mini dates.  Unfortunately, your rational side reminded you that you were just two co-workers who didn’t really fit into any of the other staff groups, looking for some companionship during lunch. You were the replacement of his previous lunch partner. But then you remembered all the snippets of info Virginia had written to you once she began to send you letters after your acceptance to take on her job so she could retire. You probably would never tell Eddie you know this slice of information, not wanting to embarrass him, but she had made it very clear that Eddie was lonely. She knew you were lonely too.  

You two can be lonely together. 

When Eddie walked into your office that Thursday he was extremely confused at the second lunch box placed where he would normally sit. It was bulky and plastic like yours, but instead of Snoopy it was the Smurfs. You were writing something down in that nurses journal you had, your own lunchbox sat next to your resting elbow. 

A worried thought started in his mind, Did you find a new lunch buddy? Were his conversational skills not improving? But then you looked up at him, that kind little smile on your lips. 

“You gonna sit down or just keep enjoying the view?”  

He returns the smile and gestures to the blue thing before taking his seat, “What’s this?”  

“Oh, uh…” You’re flustered. It’s obvious and he’s enamored by it - like most things you do. God what’s gotten into him. “I hope it’s not too forward, but I made you a lunch. My stove got fixed and your, well our- please take no offense to this, our lunches were starting to depress me a bit.” You were talking faster the more you went on. Realizing the possible negative consequences of your actions. Eddie was nice but he didn’t have to entertain your too comfortable and too caring too fast behaviors.  

He quickly shut down your increasingly panicked explanation, “I’ve never had a girl make me a lunch before. It’s sweet. You're sweet.” He was honest. He hasn’t had a girl in this context make him any sort of a meal before and you were sweet. Sharing Swiss Rolls and ‘take as many as you like’ candy bowls with the expensive chocolate kind of sweet.

You smile. A wide, closed mouth smile at his understanding. He taps his fingers against the hard plastic shell, right on-top of Smurfette's blue face.  

“I hope you like it and I hope you’re not allergic to anything.” You’re calmer now and anticipating him opening his lunch. 

“I’m not. Except, for like, pollen,” he chuckles and unlatches the box. Inside there was a Tupperware of spirally noodles with a mix of cut up: vegetables, tomatoes, bell peppers, onions, a few rogue pieces of broccoli and some halves pepperoni slices, an oil based Italian dressing covering it all. Your aunt’s pasta salad, that was the first recipe you ever learned. Next to it, wrapped in cling wrap was a fudgy looking brownie with peanut butter morsels spread throughout. When he looks back up you had taken out two Coke cans from the stash he knows you keep in the bottom part of your giant metal filing cabinet. A pretty hand holding one out to him. 

“I refuse to buy Pepsi, hope you like Coke.” 

“I love Coke,” he takes it from your hand.  

The food tasted as good as it looked, so good only the sound of chewing, plastic forks on Tupperware, and hums of appreciation being heard. It was similar to the first lunch but instead of the awkward, uncertain air, this moment was comfortable, relaxing. Two friends - because that’s what you two have become in this last week - enjoying a meal together.  

It happened fast, Eddie thinks, this comfort between the two of you. Maybe it’s the kindredness between you two, the various similarities you shared.  

“You know, I can cook too,” Eddie breaks the silence. You’re working on your dessert, always saving it for last. Eddie was impatient and devoured his first thing in the most polite way possible. There’s brownie in the corner of your mouth when you give him your attention, humming for him to continue his thought. 

Eddie’s not sure what possesses him to do it. He could play it off as his role of janitor and having a habit of cleaning messes, but he knows that’s not entirely true. He cups one side of your face with his hand, the rings are a nice cold on your warm face. His thumb swiping the crumbs from corner lip in such a natural way you’d think he would have done this to you often. No matter how hard you try, you'd always been a messy eater. You don’t flinch. You don’t even show any signs of this being unusual or unwelcome aside from a slight widening of your eyes. 

Eddie let's another wave of confidence take over him. “Maybe I can cook for you on Saturday night?” 

You nod, mouth still full of brownie and making the executive decision to not be gross and talk with your mouth full in this situation. He smiles and removes his hand from your cheek. Silently, you both find the skin that had just made contact now tingles. It's hard not to think about when you may steal another touch, but the pair of you hope maybe Saturday.

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'The Clean Up' An Old Yandere Story About a Pathetic Old Man and the Brat He Got Stuck With (TW: Large Age Gap, Kidnapping, Gross start)

Omf this old art is killing me, its soooo bad (Better art of Eugene found here!) but I kept from posting this for so long 😭 I might as well just do it already. Looooong story summary below the cut! Some things to keep in mind before clicking:

I wrote this when I got out of HS and got on a BIG 'subby older men' kick

The big age difference (Ruby is fresh out of HS)

The beginning of the summary is kinda gross cuz it's Eugene desperately making kidnapping plans and justifying them to himself

Ruby and Eugene are largely platonic for now. They get on romantically later but not in this section of the story.

If you don't mind these things, feel free to continue reading :,D :

Eugene led a life where he never stood out or was taken seriously. His family had a (criminally) successful background, with very successful children… and then there was him, who’s only usefulness was as ‘clean up. His poor communication skills never let him get far with any friendships, no one has ever been interested in him romantically... and once his parents died, the brother that took over fired him, so the rest of his life was wasted with menial jobs, barely coasting by, living in a warehouse his parents left him. The only thing left to his name.

He was severely depressed, in his most recent work as a janitor for a rich-kid high school. Pushed around by kids, paid pennies, he stayed on the floor after someone pushed him down and left. He was feeling pretty done with everything; considered leaving this place and not coming back. Then he noticed the hand in front of him, belonging to a pretty girl. A kind, popular and beloved senior student. She noticed him. She always greeted him and helped him when he struggled. She was an angel.... he was happy watching from afar. He was just a fan. But a teacher that knew him from years back, a popular man who would occasionally strike up a chat with him, noticed. And now the janitor had a devil on his shoulder.

He encouraged those thoughts. Slowly embedded himself as a friend for the janitor. Used this to get closer to him. He'd be an accomplice and help the older man get a chance at holding onto his little idol. Why? .... he tells him it's because he believes in good people deserving good things. And he knows Eugene has been lonely, and would be harmless. He’d just keep the girl safe and happy.

It's stupid reasoning but... it played on Eugene’s desperation. Lonely. He is lonely. And… It's not like he’s a stranger to this kind of work. Only this time it’d be personal. He naively accepts any and all help. They collude for the kidnapping. Eugene would be gentle, he insists this would just be an opportunity for them to get a chance to talk. He'd pamper her! He would never actually… hurt her...

The day would be their graduation. He had it all worked out. He knew where she'd be waiting for her bus. He knew she usually waited alone. But when he got there, it wasn't her he saw. It was a plain Jane. Someone he hadn't even noticed before.

He tried resolving himself. Everything was already planned... Why waste it? But he shook as he threatened her, and her lackluster response scared him. She even managed to make him cry. She wasn't who he wanted anyways... Why go through the trouble? Everything was wrong. Nothing ever went his way. He wanted to quit but-

To his surprise.

She came with him anyways

And she made herself at home.

The girl named Ruby.

He was nervous. Why was this going so smoothly? He kept waiting for the news to report her missing, for someone to have noticed the kidnapping, for her to snap and leave and bring the authorities.

Nothing happened.

He'd leave and she'd always still be there. Making the place messier by the day, living like a carefree parasite. She lived alone and didn't clean up much. She was a dick and figured he'd just clean any mess she left behind because he loooooves her.

He got annoyed. They bickered over chores, cleanliness and pass-times. After making him mad too many times almost to the point of tears, she shapes up and starts pulling her weight.

Ruby could rant for hours about her favorite pieces of media. He learned all about them whether he wanted to or not, even bought some of the games she’d mention.

She eventually even learned how to cook (since he’s terrible at it and they mostly just buy take out). Ruby also took up helping with some of the maintenance for their faulty home once she asked Eugene for demonstrations. Everything was peaceful. They formed a healthy cohabitation-partnership, filling gaps in their hearts they never thought would be filled.

Continuing the story, the Teacher came for a visit. He had never expected Eugene to actually kidnap someone. He had made it so that he’d fail by driving the original target to her home on the day of the graduation. He kept expecting to see a heartbroken janitor, but it never happened.

He was, instead, having his calls avoided.Texts unread. The Teacher took this as the Eugene being mad with him. So he waited for him to cool off. But now summer was almost over, and nothing had changed. He grows restless and stalks Eugene while he’s buying groceries, asking him how he's doing with his captive. He is shocked to hear it's going well.

After subtle nudges in the conversation, he is invited to the warehouse to see for himself. Ruby is not someone he recognizes immediately, but she knows him instantly.

Her homeroom teacher.

She was quick at putting things together, and her loose mouth belittled her ex-teacher for being a part of the kidnapping conspiracy. His distaste for her is solidified. For the next month, both of them keep jabbing at the other, the Teacher insisting on visiting more often and Ruby trying all manners to kick him out. This causes the janitor to have indigestion from the stress.

There's a room that has always been off limits for Ruby. She let it be, as someone that’s good with respecting privacy, but the Teacher knew what was inside. After figuring out the lie she believed so strongly, that the Janitor loved her and had picked her as his target, he took joy in visiting the warehouse while the older man was away and dashing her self esteem. He had stolen the key to the room and opened it for her. It was covered wall to wall in memorabilia of the original victim. Here it was, irrefutable proof that she was never special to him. He lied to her. He smiles as he hands her money and tells her her parents are still looking for her. A lie, but it's enough to make her go. He's won.

Eugene had kept the place locked tight and checked the cameras every hour at first because he didn't trust her, but eventually he relaxed enough to feel like he didn’t have to.

He regrets ever letting things get that comfortable as he’s greeted by an open door when he comes home.

She escaped. The Teacher told him all about it. How he found her in Eugene’s secret room. How she cried as she looked at the pictures. She was heartbroken. She ran away, cursing his name and said she would report him and make him out to be a monster. She couldn't love him. She never did.

The Teacher watched Eugene tremble, and steeled himself for the look he had been craving. For the despair, the loneliness, the panic. When the Janitor turned around, he got none of that.

'I'm going to bring her back.'

Chilling determination. This was unexpected. The delusional man started preparing as the flustered Teacher followed and tried to figure out why this wasn't working. Ruby didn't want him anymore! What did it matter? Eugene didn't even want her originally!

But the janitor was not listening, packing supplies like he was so used to doing back in the days of helping his family. Anything and everything for kidnapping.

He confessed so matter-of-factly. That he needs her now. He won’t go back to being alone. The teacher’s eyes widened at the man he was seeing transform in front of him. From the nervous wreck he had always seen him as, to a cold, calculating and scary predator.

He'd bring her back kicking and screaming if he had to.

Then the door opened and startled both men.

Ruby.

New hair cut, new look. She walked over to them and dropped a bag full of stuff on the counter.

'Yo, I'm hooome.'

The Teacher was beside himself and he stammered as he asked what she was doing. Hadn't she left? She scoffed. She just decided to wrap up some loose ends. She went home and left a note if her parents ever cared, which evidently, they hadn't, took stuff from her room that she missed, and got a haircut for... personal reasons. She's not playing by any rules anymore. She's out of school, out of having societal obligations and free.

This is where she is staying now.

This IS home.

At her tone, both parties begin hearing the sobbing behind the Teacher. Eugene is… crying, and he drops his kidnapping bag. He is so relieved.

'You're back! You came back!'

Ruby is surprised, but her face softens immediately at the pathetic man. 'Really, you crybaby… of course I did! I told you I was your problem now, didn't I?'

She moved over to him.

'What was the bag for?... Where you going to run?' He clung to her arm and spilled his thoughts.

'No! I was going to... to bring you back! I... I didn't want you to leave! I wanted you back, I...'

She laughed. It sounded so warm... She hugged him and cooed at his tears, rubbing his back and making sounds like a mother shushing her child. He hugged her back; the first embrace shared between the two.

'I'm so glad to hear that you like me that much...'

'.... yeah?' Eugene was still shaking from the overwhelming hour he’s had. This was too much emotion for one day.

'Yeah!’ Ruby pulled away, and Eugene was struck by how much he didn’t like that. She walked over to the bag she brought from her house and rustled for something. ‘Because now...'

She pulled out a roll of garbage bags and opened one up. She was grinning, but it had an edge.

'We are going to clean that horrid room you've kept locked up.'

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