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HermitcraftxNaruto Kakashi-is-Etho oneshot draft. AKA it’s not polished and stuff

Title: I’m Not Myself (I might need some help)

Summary: Kakashi had complicated relationships, specifically with the face that wasn’t his and with blond hair.

To him these things were a tsunami of conflicting feelings that slipped through his mind like sand through his fingers.

Kakashi didn’t like mirrors. His face wasn’t right, it hadn’t ever been right, so he’d been avoiding his reflection for as long as he could remember. It was impossible to hide from himself, he’d discovered early on- water, glass, and metal all taunted him with a face that wasn’t right. So he’d covered it, hidden it away so he wouldn’t have to see it. And if nobody else could see his face? Well, that just worked in his favor.

Kakashi remembers learning the hell viewing technique.

Minato-sensei had suggested it, the low level genjutsu that would help him learn to cast genjutsu with Obito’s eye. Although he was a little nervous, he did his best to be rid of the sentiment. There was no room for nervousness in a ninja’s life. Still, despite his best efforts some apprehension rose within him as Minato-sensei cast the genjutsu.

What would he see, he wondered. Would it his father, tanto buried in his gut right up to the hilt? Would it be Obito, crushed beneath rocks? Rin, with Kakashi’s own hand speared through her heart? Minato-sensei facing his own demise?

Nothing seemed amiss, at first, and Kakashi took a careful hold of the genjutsu, ready to pull it apart at any moment. Minato-sensei was speaking, saying something about studying the technique’s mechanics, but he was throughly distracted by the dark figure hidden in the training ground’s tree line.

He waited until Minato-sensei had to go and then headed towards it.

Later, Kakashi would curse his younger self.

Standing in the shadows of the trunks towering over them stood a person he couldn’t quite see, but Kakashi could tell it was meant to be himself.

It was the first time he really saw the monster within him, the monster that wasn’t worthy of its father’s love, the monster that killed Obito and Rin. The monster had no compassion for the people nor did it care at all for his beloved village. It looked at him and Kakashi felt achingly hollow.

It had never occurred to Kakashi that he’d be afraid of himself, but after seeing the shadow he wondered how he could have ever thought it would’ve been anything else.

He turned and ran and almost forgot to dispel the genjutsu.

It had been a rough mission. It was one of those high energy in and out operations that always pushed you to the limit.

They were anticipating resistance but they were not prepared for an opposing team of ANBU to have been expecting them. This fact was disturbing for several reasons, and looking back Kakashi would question the mission parameters and even the objective. But not now. Now he dragged his dying teammate into the sectioned off emergency portion of the hospital, wondering if they were going to die.

Still on high alert he was still taking in and analyzing everything he could. He heard the hurried footsteps of the medical personnel rushing around in all directions, the machines and the shouting as his unit poured in. The smell of hospital and the blood. The noise, the smells, the bright clinical lights- they were all so much after the mission.

A group of masked medics rushed in and took Squirrel from him. He watched them practically run his teammate out of the entry hall, all except for one. With a resigned mental sigh he followed the medic into one of the small private rooms where all returning ANBU were assessed.

It was quick as always. After rigidly answering the basic questions about injuries, having a quick physical exam, and providing what information he could about his teammates’ wounds they released him.

He didn’t remember navigating his way to his apartment, but once he was inside he checked his traps and then made a beeline for the bathroom.

Firstly, he threw up. It wasn’t that he was unused to the violence or the gore but sometimes it reminded him of things he did mind a great deal about. That, and all the running didn’t help.

After emptying his stomach he hauled himself to his feet and leaned over the sink. A pale drawn face, expression blank and slack like a corpse, stared back at him and he didn’t feel like he was even looking at himself.

Unable to stand his reflection, he turned his back to the mirror. He flushed the toilet and turned the shower on, waiting for the water to become as tepid as it could manage.

While waiting for the water to warm up he tired to scrub the blood off. He gave up, it would never come off, and unintentionally found himself looking back at the mirror. He was surprised that his headband was up around his forehead instead of draped over his sharingan eye as it usually was. Now, if Kakashi was less tired, maybe a little less wired, he would have realized that his sharingan eye was closed. The world was overly bright and there was a keen sharpness to everything, but it wasn’t sharingan sharp.

Maybe if it was he’d have seen the distinct lack of tomatoe in his reflection’s eyes, or maybe he’d have noticed that his reflection’s hair was certainly longer than his. He might’ve discovered that his reflection’s headband bore not the symbol of the leaf village he protected with his life, but something else entirely. He could’ve observed that, while his reflection wore a black long sleeved undershirt that was almost standard uniform, he wasn’t wearing a jonin flack jacket, or even any kind of jacket he’d seen before. He might’ve noticed that his reflection’s hands weren’t bloodstained, but speckled with both red and green.

As it was he merely reached up to tug the headband down. His reflection did not follow.

It took him a moment to process that. By the time he had comprehended what he saw it seemed too ridiculous to have happened. His reflection looked back at him, in uniform and bloodstained, and he decided to sleep in the next day.

After stepping out of the shower he dressed quickly and reached for the door handle, intent on getting to bed. He began to turn the handle and paused. He looked up into the mirror and chuckled hoarsely. He knew he was alone, just him and his own reflection, but he ran rapidly through half the handsigns for a random jutu. His reflection copied flawlessly. Shaking his head, he opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom

Kakashi wasn’t hiding, per se, but he was certainly taking a breather.

He was disheveled, drenched in sweat and blood and tears that weren’t his. Stifling a sigh out of longstanding habit he leaned back, squinting up at the too-bright sky. He lost himself in the endless blue and was struck with a train of thought he later deemed to be born of sleep deprivation and hysteria.

Why couldn’t he fly? He could close his eye and feel the weight on his back, and knew instinctively that he would need to use his shoulders to control his direction and his legs for altitude. There would have to be something in his hands, because they felt too empty when he pictured flying, no, gliding really, and then it was almost as though he were living it. It was freedom. He could feel the warm sun on his back, hear the wind rushing past him, smell the sea and taste the cool, crisp air in his throat. He was going somewhere, to see someone he loved-

He jolted out of the daydream, acutely aware that everyone he loved was dead now, dead and gone. He decided he needed to sleep.

In dreams he would not remember he flew with another man, someone with bright yellow hair. He knew with the certainty of dreams that the man smelled like iron and flowers.

“Hey!” he shouted, turning sharply but gracefully and taking off in a new direction over the ocean. “Last one there is a stack of rotten flesh!”

He was laughing as he sped after his friend, the sun warming his skin and the company warming his heart.

In his apartment he’d torn the mirror off of the wall so he could brush his teeth. The only glass besides the windows was the single piece in the picture frame of his genin team. His kunai were methodically cared for and tucked away in the dark were the light couldn’t glint off of them. He never took his headband off.

And when he was forced to confront himself the mask was always there, his eternal backup.

People whispered and speculated, or at least they did at first and then again every so often, about why. Why did he always wear the mask? Some thought it had to do with enhanced smell, and that was the most widely accepted reason amongst the upper ranks, that’s what was put in his file. His tracking specialties certainly didn’t hurt that particular speculation. The other theories ranged from the bizarre and unlikely to the creative and mundane. There were too many guesses and they were all wrong.

Kakashi just hated his face. He hated it more than the Iwa nin that caused the cave in that took Obito away from him, he it more than himself for killing Rin, he hated it more than the nine tailed fox for destroying his home and killing his sensei and Kushina.

He hated his face, and something inside of him was sure that it couldn’t possibly be his.

Kakashi was lounging in a tree, purposefully slouched and orange book held loosely in his hand. Around the field other jonin ambled and rested as Hayate and Yūgao’s blades clashed in an intense kenjutsu match. The sound of clanging of steel was nothing new to him, but for some reason, he felt as though the swords should have sounded different. He must have zoned out uncharacteristically because the next thing he knew, it was his and Guy’s turn to spar.

“Huh? Were you saying something?” he wondered aloud to cover his lapse in attention, causing Konoha’s self proclaimed green beast to grin and exclaim on his hip attitude. He tried to concentrate, he truly did, but something was tugging at him. He lost.

Kakashi didn’t pay attention to the rest of the matches. In fact, he departed nearly immediately. He sushined directly to his apartment, something squirming in his mind, something that wasn’t the humiliation of defeat. He dug around for a pen and a blank paper, a scroll, anything while his mind was hazy.

The copy-nin came back to himself at three in the morning and blinked down at the carefully filled pages on his counter.

He left them and slept.

Kakashi didn’t look at the pile of papers until nearly a month later. He flipped through the pages carefully when he did, the contents familiar and foreign all at once.

There were swords, long, thick swords that looked all wrong for a ninja to use. They were not like any kind of swords he’d seen before, and there looked to be three distinct hilts he’d drawn over and over.

He straightened the papers and was debating what to do with them. Unsure, he flipped the pile topside down and almost turned away. Instead his eyes caught on the swords painstakingly drawn and detailed on the back.

He sighed and sat down again, prepared to flip through the pages of swords again and wondering what had prompted him to-

There weren’t just swords on the next page.

Lone eye sharpening, he took in the man he’d drawn over and over. Sitting on a hill, maintaining his gear, carrying lumber, practicing with a sword, shining his armor, sitting and surrounded by papers, a pencil in hand...

His eyes were supposed to be clear Kakashi could tell, and he had lightly colored hair, a little past chin length when it wasn’t tied back. He’d sketched the man frowning only once. He was otherwise smiling: a grin with a single dimple, a small, satisfied smirk, a slight upturning in the corner of his mouth as he thought.

Kakashi knew he’d never seen this man before. He’d remember someone like him, if only for the bizarre armor.

The next page was similar only in that swords were somewhat involved; something about the woman with the striped top that he’d doodled told Kakashi that he knew her from somewhere too. She was bisecting an unearthly shadow-like creature with lengthy limbs, she was packing sand into a geometrically patterned box, she was taking aim at a shaped target, she was swimming nearby a one-eyed fish with spikes. Kakashi noticed that she was wearing goggles and his thoughts strayed to both Obito and his sensei’s son, who also had a pair now. Her goggles were more narrow than either of theirs.

With a shake of his head Kakashi turned to the next page, and then the two were together. They were fighting each other with their swords, they were mixing sand and a powdery looking substance together in a cauldron, they were battling the long limbed shadows, then building a bridge and fishing.

All too soon there was a single page left. He turned it over and his heart leapt into his throat.

The two of them were high in the sky, misty clouds swirling around them, and they were laughing. They had wings, the strange, beautiful wings that looked like a dragonfly’s but he knew felt like downy feathers.

What gave him pause was that he’d drawn himself into the picture.

His hair was longer and his uniform jacket looked thinner, but excepting that he looked like himself. Besides the wings, of course. Picture him had wings too, and he was flying with the man and women he’d drawn on the back of nearly every other page.

Picture him was laughing under the mask, he could tell. A real, honest laugh.

He felt a sudden, irrational stab of anger. Who were those two? Why had he drawn them? Why was he laughing in the picture, in what world did he have the right to laugh?

He squashed that last paper into a tight ball, crumpling it without thought, and threw the impressively small wad at one of his bookshelves. It bounced off of the side and rolled under the couch.

Kakashi tore the other pages up one by one and burned them in the sink.

Kakashi was battling two rain-nin, both males around his age donning full face gas-masks and tanks of toxins on their backs. He defeated them easily, trapping them in genjutsu and moving quickly to help his squad.

Their opponents were taken care of swiftly, though the last one had been fast. Kakashi was, unfortunately, nicked by a custom kunai, though it was quite literally a scratch.

But these were rain ninja and he’d be surprised if there wasn’t some poison coating the weapon.

He downed an anti-toxin and they moved on, the clock ticking.

All seemed well until they were on their way back to Konoha. His squad was resting and Kakashi was resting too, eyes half closed and senses spread.

When he opened his eyes it was to the blank white ceilings and the overwhelming stench of hospital.

Poison, he was told, a new variant.

“Nasty! Poison is the worst,” a foreign accented voice complained.

Kakashi was too trained to bolt upright but he did anyway.

An oddly dressed man grinned at him. “Hello, hello, hello! Long time, no see.”

“I don’t believe we’ve met,” Kakashi said slowly. His face was bare but he had no urge to hide from this stranger, and that in and of itself was concerning.

“Not in this life,” the man agreed.

Somehow he knew the man wasn’t lying, but he refused to accept such a thing. Genjutsu? he wondered. Is that why I’m so relaxed? Or maybe, he glanced to the IV, there’s a drug?

“Who are you?”

The man grinned, his purple eyes shining. “Zedaph, at your service. Well, sort of. If I was going to clean your room I’d have to find and retrieve my maid ensemble.”

“Um,” Kakashi said.

“And what’s your name?” Zedaph interrupted before Kakashi could finish processing the absurd previous statement.

“Shouldn’t you know?”

“Well nice to meet you, Shouldn’t you know! Nah, I’m kidding,” he said at Kakashi’s expression, and Kakashi was too used to the mask hiding his mouth, “I just assumed you had a new name.”

“I have an old one? What was it?” he wondered.

Zedaph grinned and shook his head. “That’d be telling! It’s better you don’t know unless you remember it yourself.”

“Hm.” He knew that if he was in the right state of mind he’d have been thoroughly unconvinced.

“So Zedaph,” he said, the name feeling right and wrong on his tongue, “why are you here?”

Zedaph shrugged. “I dunno. A cry for help? Magic? I was going to ask you the same thing.”

The hospital had long stopped leaving chairs in Kakashi’s room as they tended to meet unfortunate ends and Zadaph plopped himself gracelessly onto the bed. “Since neither of us know why I’m here, want to play I Spy?”

Kakashi actually paused to consider it, but his mind wasn’t entirely muddled.

“You said not in this life, and then confirmed I have another name. So did I… reincarnate or something?” he questioned dubiously. Kakashi did not believe in reincarnation.

Zedaph laughed. “Reincarnation? That’s an interesting concept! No, no, this thing is similar? You’re still you, and I know this won’t make much sense but your actual you is sort of buried? Nay, he’s sleeping. Or on a vacation? You’ll understand one day.”

Kakashi decided that Zedaph had no idea what he was talking about.

The blond continued to talk and his voice was comforting, and he was warm, and Kakashi would berate himself later for drifting off with a relative unknown literally right on top of him. When he was aware enough he alerted the proper channels and was reassured that there had been no such person and Kakashi was told that he must have been hallucinating, which was added to the list side effects of unknown poison.

Kakashi begrudgingly accepted that explanation, for nothing else made sense, but the thought of having another life before this lingered in the back of his mind.

The war had kept him busy, and then the post-war missions had run him ragged. Then the nine tails attacked and then-

-well, now he was here, in a mess of politics and neck deep in ANBU. He hadn’t seen his face in years. Not since he got rid of his bathroom mirror. It wasn’t on his mind so when he stopped at the moonlit river to wash the blood off of his chest plate to make himself a bit more presentable and he pulled the mask off with the intention of swapping it out for a cleaner one he froze, the distorted sight of his face peering up at him from the river.

He felt the white hot rage explode across his body, every nerve singing with screams urging him to do something. Kakashi took several breaths and the cold air turned to shards of glass in his throat as his reflection copied his movements. He had half a mind to destroy the river as foolish and illogical as it sounded.

But the longer he looked the more reluctantly intrigued he became. His fury never abated but he couldn’t tear his eye away from his hideous stupid face-!

He entertained thoughts of taking a blade to his head and carving it off of himself. This wasn’t his face, after all. Wouldn’t it be better if he got rid of this face?

The haze he’d worked himself into receded as pain bit into him and Kakashi realized that he was pressing a kunai into his own temple, awkwardly positioned like he was going to shave bits of his flesh off as though he were woodcarving.

He yanked himself away from the river and tumbled backwards with a lack of grace he’d not had since he was two.

Kakashi surveyed the village, or what was left of it.

Pain had decimated everything.

It didn’t feel as heart wrenching as he would have expected it to, but Kakashi just chalked his lack of emotional response up to battle fatigue, especially since he’d died earlier.

He pressed his hand to his side and a fresh wave of pain crashed into him, almost knocking him off of his feet. If he didn’t get medical attention soon he’d be dead for sure this time.

And would that be so bad?

He was a failure as a teacher, a poor comrade, and no matter how Guy tried, Kakashi just was not a good friend. He was not happy, was barely a shell of a person. He’d been serving as a part in this well oiled killing machine for years, was it really so bad to just want to stop?

But they need you now more than ever, a part of his mind whispered.

They’ll always need you.

No, Kakashi thought mournfully, they wanted a tool.

He sat on the rubble, a wall torn asunder, and let his blood drip onto the dusty floor.

Would he see his father again? Rin? Minato and Kushina?

Would he see Obito?

But what if he didn’t? Kakashi hauled himself to his feet and trekked to where his apartment building once stood. No one paused to give him a second glance.

Finding what was once his was difficult. He located his book collection, ruined beyond repair, and some of his uniforms. He sifted through the debris and try as he might, Kakashi just could not find the picture of his genin team.

He did find a crumpled ball of paper. Something tugged at him and he unfurled it, the picture he’d drawn years ago.

Suddenly, finding the photograph didn’t seem nearly as important. Kakashi clutched the paper between his trembling fingers and a laugh echoed though his mind.

He knew the man was something called a knight, and that the woman was a deft hand at the sword.

The knowledge startled him, and unbidden the one sided conversation he’d had with Zedaph popped into his mind, specifically the part about the actual him being buried. He’d never made the connection between his random bouts of imaginative recollections and potential deja vu- they were memories, he knew now.

Kakashi sank to his knees, too tired to stand, and looked up at the sky. He really could fly, and he did at some point. The sky was open and freeing, refreshingly chilling, and he wished he could have flown, at least once in this life.

He smelled iron and flowers.

He laid down to die.

He closed his eyes.

And then he woke up. It was disorienting, to say the least, to be dying in the ruins of his home and then be standing with perfect health in an endlessly grassy field.

“You aren’t okay.”

Kakashi spun around, reaching for weapons that weren’t there.

A short man in a baggy red sweater looked at him from eyeless sockets. Kakashi was unnerved slightly. Had… was he dead?

The endlessly flat world didn’t yield anything- there was no terrain, no buildings, and no clues. The only source of information stood in front of him.

“Am I dead?” he asked.

“If you want to be,” the man said with a frown.

Kakashi paused to consider that. Did he actually want to die?

“What happens if I want to?”

The man’s mouth twitched oddly. “You come home.”

“Home?” he repeated, a feeling he couldn’t discern crawling up his spine. Was he never going to see his precious people again?

He asked.

“Mmhm,” the man hummed unhelpfully.

Kakashi didn’t reply.

“You don’t have to decide now. Time pretty much means nothing,” the man reassured at his apparent agonizing over the decision.

“Alright.”

And they waited and waited, and although they were standing Kakashi never grew tired. Eventually he asked, “Who are you?”

“I’m Grian. What’s your name?” Grian asked.

Kakashi narrowed his eyes. “You know me,” he accused.

“That other you,” Grian admitted, “not this you.”

“Who was I?”

“I don’t think I should tell you.”

“Why not? Why won’t you tell me who I was?” demanded Kakashi, frustration mounting. The feelings that had been haunting him, the phantom sensations of something from before, and the mystery of the drawing and Zedaph all connected to a past Kakashi who wasn’t even Kakashi.

“There’s a barrier in your essence that basically allows you to be this,” Grian said, waving vaguely at Kakashi. “You won’t be who you are now you if too much leaks through. Knowing your name will tear it apart.”

“Maybe,” Kakashi said slightly peeved, “I don’t want to be me.”

Grian was quiet. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“You can’t go back. There’s no undoing this.”

His failures replayed in his mind, every one of them, and the ruined village and his father’s legacy and Sasuke and-

Well, Kakashi didn’t have anything waiting for him there. Naruto had Jiraiya and Sakura had Tsunade, and the village had more than enough competent shinobi- they didn’t need him, specifically. He’d be replaced. He took a breath and made his choice.

“I don’t care.”

Grian tilted his head and then smiled slightly. He crooked a finger towards himself, beckoning Kakashi forwards, and he moved closer and closer until they were just barely touching, fingertips brushing the space just below Grian’s elbows.

Grian stood on his toes and Kakashi tilted his head downwards.

His name was a booming roar, a quietly whispered murmur that tore him apart and hurt worse than the two deaths he’d experienced that day.

It was bliss.

Kakashi melted, melding with someone greater, something bigger. Something inhuman, someone the universe itself loved. Something that was the universe.

Clutching at Grian’s shoulders, he shuddered. Grian smiled widely, monstrously, genuine and delighted, and wrapped his arms around his friend.

“Welcome back ᒷℸ ̣ ⍑𝙹.”

He didn’t feel hollow anymore.

They say death changes a person.

Of course, the saying referred to witnessing death, to becoming acquainted with the smell and taste of it. As of late, it was holding true in a more literal sense.

Ever since Kakashi had died he’d been a bit… off. It was like something had broken; he was an entirely different person.

Killing had always left marks on people but now he was genuinely unbothered, if he decided to kill at all. If he were anyone else the lack of empathy would’ve gotten him flagged and benched, but he was one of- if not the best- ninja Konoha had.

Most alarmingly, he stopped caring about everything else too. He forgot to feed himself and he forgot to sleep, laughing when people brought it up. He didn’t bother with the minimal social interactions he’d practiced before, though he suddenly seemed very fond of Guy. He even stopped going to the memorial stone and when questioned, was open and frank about his team and their deaths, recounting them like it was something he’d heard about and not something he’d experienced and struggled with for two decades.

Kakashi had changed fundamentally, and nobody knew why. He was more whimsical than before and somehow even more emotionless.

But he was still Kakashi, knowing things only Kakashi could’ve known. Sakura and Tsunade suspected some brain damage had caused the sudden shift in his personality, but nothing concrete was found to back that belief up nor disprove it. The working theory was that the building that had fallen on him and killed him the first time had caused the injury, and when Pain resurrected him, it had healed wrong.

The mind was a tricky thing. It was so frail, so fragile. It could forget all too easily.

The soul never forgot.

#drafts #hcxnaruto #hermitcraftxnaruto #oneshot wip #The earliest draft is from like 2019-2020 if you can believe it #I’ve been touching it up and rewriting some parts #ive stitched like three old fanfic blurbs into one fic #Kakashi #Etho #Zedaph #Grian #Fanfiction #crossover

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mothdotz · 1 year

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Slams messy (and smudged) sketchbook art on table.

I have no explanation for these except

1. I have been and still am rotating a (self-indulgent) rewrite for MLB in my mind 2. These drawings vaguely relate to that rewrite 3. (Vague Noises)

I have no idea what time these things were drawn— excluding the last five since I drew those today—because I am that artist that does not date their sketchbook (oops).

#what if I make Manon obsess over show characters #my art #I like drawing Felix as gnc in gnc clothing a whole lot (if that wasnt obvious/j)#in regards to that little blurb of i did infact make little doodles of those characters #which is fun #As said above this rewrite is all for giggles for me. very self indulgent and if it's seen as dumb then 🤷#this rewrite chews on canon. spits it out. then proceeds to look the other way since ive onmt watched up to season 2 and ive barely watched #any episodes from those 2 seasons #so..#((anyway))#in my previous old art that 'little' infodump is still canon (or most of it is anyways) so i might remake it #as you can see. i cannot stick to one last name for Felix at all #we have gone from Culpa to Sphinx to Monet to Sphinx to Culpa to Finch to Agreste and now hav safely landed at '???'#rn im not sure what to go for since im deciding if i want Gabriel Agreste and/or Richard Sphinx to be apart of his rewrite #the same goes for Adrien and Nathan. Rn I dont want Gabriel(? or Richard) to be the father of Felix. but i might change that idk #will he have family problems? will he not? is he gonna be related to Gab/Richard? Will he be some guy?its like picking a paper from a hat #except the hat has a hole #its amazing when you can create the stories you want to see in the world.. except when *you* have to create them #anyway. watch this diverge from canon so hard #marinette dupain cheng #marinette cheng #felix culpa #felix sphinx #miraculous ladybug #mlb #miraculous ladybug tales of ladybug and chat noir #mlb au #gabriel agreste #manon chamack #mlb ladybug

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iralibis · 1 year

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[COMPENDIUM]

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[LILAC] Last Name: Mercury Birthday: March 29 Height: 3'1"

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One of the twins of the family. She was the glue that held as much of the family together as possible. The most amicable one out of them all. She was also the eldest sibling's favourite and the two got along very well.

Having the guidance of both her father and her oldest sister she ended up as the most normal one out of them all. But because of that she was also the least remarkable one. It never crossed her mind that greatness was something she needed to achieve and that was a trait that was a breath of fresh air for everyone. She was okay with just living her life and seeing where it would take her. But just like everyone else in the family, it wouldn't be anywhere good.

After school she struggled to get accepted into any jobs. With time on her hands she ended up helping Violet with whatever she was doing. It wasn't too far outside her field of study so she fit in pretty well among the others. Giving only a couple hours to help Violet ended up with her giving up all her time to support her idea. She wasn't against it, but she also wasn't blind either. Being a part of the family she wasn't as scared as the other to speak up when something wasn't right. But soon enough she came to realise that family didn't mean anything at all. In or out of the workplace, that word did not extend past her little group and she was soon stuck in a place she didn't want to be.

Going against the rules and risking more than she wanted, she managed to pass on vital information to her oldest sister in hopes that she could do something to help. It wasn't enough though, and a part of her also hoped that things weren't as bad as it seemed. That maybe the problems would just iron itself out as time passed.

That wasn't the case and when Violet disappeared, things spiraled out of control. It became harder for her to sneak information out. Eventually she was moved off of the main team and thrown into a subdivision of the company to keep her in the dark.

As a desperate measure she took things into her own hands and prayed that she could bring an end to everything. Everything they did was ethically and morally wrong, and her actions were no different. But she hoped that she could justify them. She would never get the chance to though.

A horrible workplace accident that led to their entire building collapsing killed her and countless others. She should have heeded her oldest sister's advice and never joined the company.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic oc #sonic fan character #sonic fc #sonic original character #sonic au #digital art #clip studio paint #paint tool sai #wacom #sonic games #old art #character art #character design #story #alternate universe #I want to redo all these drawings at some point #I would love to rewrite these blurbs as well #I don't have time for any of that

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tarjapearce · 9 months

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MIGUEL O'HARA PLAYLIST A03

ONGOING SERIES:

Bad Teachings: Miguel O'Hara. A retired 42-year-old teacher with a fistful of issues tailing after him. You were a slip in temptation of his already warped up world, his student. Nothing should come out of it, right?

(Initial College Professor/Older Miguel AU +18 ) Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9 Pt. 10 Pt. 11 Pt. 12 Pt. 13 Pt. 14 Pt. 15 Pt. 16 Pt. 17 Pt. 18

Iridiscent Mermaids, a childish and fantasy tale. Or so, The infamous pirate, The Red Eyed Demon, or Miguel O'Hara, thought.

PirateAU! x Mermaid! Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5

Mi Dulce Cereza (Ranchero! Novela AU!) Finding a path in life has never been so thrilling, but would you withstand life's punches?

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 (UNDER REVAMP AND REWRITE)

Crimson Crown: (Royal AU) A dark king that is known to be ruthless, knows the true meaning of many things. War and love amongst them.

Pt1. Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9

Of Flowers And Hummingbirds It was a simple retirement party at Alchemax. But Universe decided you'd get so much more.

Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7

The Immorality Of Love (Pretty Woman but Victorian Era Inspired) Pt. 1

REQUESTS:

Dilf! Miguel HC (+18)

Impostor (Angst)

Workaholic (+18)

Ley Del Hielo (Angst)

As My Own (Fluff)

Bouncy (Mild mild +18)

El Charro Negro

A Wacky Spider (Mild +18)

A Life Ahead (Fluff)

Tentateur (+18)

Prey Game (Mild +18) Pt. 2

Marvelous (Fluff)

Complicated Birth

Food Daydreaming

Need a Hand?

Shorts, TWO Shots and Extras

Mating Season (+18)

Cast Away Pt. 2

Ways You Propose to Miguel #1

Lap Dance (+18)

Dragon AU! X Mermaid Reader Pt1 Pt2

Mi Dulce Cereza Extras 1 2

Crimson Crown Extras 1

SOCCER FAMILY AU

MIGUELVERSE (+18)

OTHERS

Clandestine Fight Club Reader x Knight Miguel

Imagine: Working Out With Miguel

Miguel x Reader x Punk! Miguel Pt 2

Plus Size! Reader x Miguel

Mafia Miguel Blurb

Dirty Thinking Migue

Thoughts on Him

PLAYLISTS (Coming soon)

Header made by me

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #masterlist #Spiderman 2099 masterlist #t writes✨#miguel o'hara x reader #soccer family ⚽🕷️#Miguelverse

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stevie-petey · 4 months

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we thought love was something (we weren't meant to find)

﹂ season two of "come home"

as you approach a year since will's disappearance, things seem to be back to how they were. you still have jonathan and the boys, hawkins is boring again, and you and steve harrington aren't really friends. you convince yourself that it's fine, but time can't heal all wounds, and you sure as hell have your fair share of them. when will starts having episodes and your brother hides a literal monster from you, junior year becomes a lot more painful than it already was. (and because you can never win, steve gets dragged into it). (more complicated feelings arise). (as usual).

episode one: MADMAX - what does steve fear more ? you or the plague ? currently it's you, some guy with an awful mullet stares you down in the parking lot (gross), nancy invites you to a party from your nightmares, and you become an official unlicensed therapist for will. yay for junior year !

episode two: trick or treat, freak - you and nancy have a bonding session in the library (kinda hot tbh), billy gives jonathan and steve a common cause to unite on: Protect Y/N, you're a chauffeur to a very sad steve harrington, and dustin uses will's trauma to his advantage.

episode three: the pollywog - you lecture jonathan about daddy issues and then have an intellectual debate about healthy relationships, you play Mr. Love Dr with Steve, nancy and jonathan go on a sick side quest (and actually inform you this time !), meanwhile: you're about to put a leash on your damn brother.

episode four: will the wise - jonathan is gone for one day and suddenly all hell breaks loose, your hesitant friendship with steve is already rocky (thanks billy) but steve is hot when he's angry tbh, you become a couple's counselor to lucas and max (sorry dustin), and you're now officially the world's worst cat owner ever. and babysitter. but what else is new ?

episode five: dig dug - you and dustin bury a body and con your mother into fleeing town, great sibling bonding time ! you play hockey with a monster, dustin gets ghosted by his friends, and now it's your turn to kidnap steve (technically dustin does, but you don't stop him) who later gives you some terrifying realizations.

episode six: the spy - dustin and steve haggle a butcher, you throw some meat at steve and then have a weird conversation about love, you stop dustin from becoming an incel, and then you wrestle some demodogs like any real woman would. side note: steve is hot protecting the kids.

episode seven: the mind flayer - jonathan is back and has a lot of questions and you have even more for him, the gang gets back together and ties will to a chair, you tell the kid a story to distract him from his demons, steve is a confused mess but at least youre with him, and someone makes a surprise appearance (her name rhymes with shell).

episode eight: the gate - you encourage nancy to take your place (everyone is shocked), you and steve are the newest babysitters in town, billy ruins things as always, tunnels are weird when youre concussed, you remind jonathan of an old promise, and when the snowball comes you make your own promise with steve that you know you can keep.

⌑ set between seasons 2 and 3

﹂ episode nine: the fall - surprise ! life still carries on even with minor brain damage from constant concussions :( on the bright side, you and the gang all become homies. meanwhile, steve grapples with the warm fuzzies and parental issues before his worst nightmare happens: you meet robin. the horrors !

⌑ status: FINISHED

⌑ season two title based on this song x

⌑ blurbs set within "come home" can be found here x

⌑ “come home” season masterlist

*note: this is a part of my stranger things rewrite, “come home”, and other seasons can be found linked above :)

#steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #stranger things #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things rewrite #slowburn #angst #wdtai #m's writing #get ready gamers #season two is alllll about steve and the kids #this is the season ive been waiting for <3

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fortisfilia · 2 months

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Promised Masterpost

Pairing: Tom Riddle x f!reader

Status: Completed (currently being rewritten)

Total word count: 45k

Info: This is a rewrite of a story I've posted on my old account years ago. If it sounds familiar, that might be why :)

In this story, Tom didn't grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader's sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return.

Links for other platforms: AO3 | Wattpad

Part 1 - Dinner Guests

Part 2 - Back in Hogwarts

Part 3 - Parallels and Potions

Part 4 - One and the Same

Part 5 - Making believe

Part 6 - Of Vows and Wrangles

Part 7 - Gift Giving

Part 8 - Slughorn's Party

Part 9 - Never trust a Snake

Part 10 - Mors Grano

Part 11 - The Earth's Centre

Part 12 - Pillow Talk and Butterbeer

Part 13 - Pranks and proper Paybacks

Part 14 - Gaunt Manor

Part 15 - A Dagger for a Devotee

Part 16 - 30th June 1945

Part 17 - Epilogue

Find the sequel to Promised here.

Moodboards:

Camille Kegley

Benjamin Hilt

Freda Morris

Bonus (blurbs and drabbles, sent in by readers or answered by me):

Tom teaching you a spell

How Tom would react if he saw you crying

You comfort Tom when he gets letters from Marvolo

Tom taking care of you when you're sick

Tom taking care of you when you're sick II

How Tom would react if you wore his clothes

When it's cold outside

Kissing you while you're asleep

Tom calling Ben on the phone

Tom and reader seeing Lord Voldemort

Tom blushing and being mad about it

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the-guilty-writer · 1 year

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The Agent Rossi-Reid Anthology Masterlist

It's no secret that the BAU team is like a family, but for some agents that's more literal than others.

A collection of works about SSA (Y/N) Rossi-Reid because when you work with your husband and your father, there's bound to be some stories to tell.

Read the anthology insipiration here.

Anthology co-creator: @doctorsteeb

Join the tag list

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Extras:

Guide to Italian

Chronological Written List

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Introduction Works (Complete):

SSA Rossi-Reid: David Rossi raised, Gideon mentored you, Spencer fell in love with you. What could go wrong?

What Goes Up...: Some cases hit harder than others. This one hit hard enough that your mentor reached his breaking point.

...Must Come Down: Spencer comes back from Gideon’s cabin with three things- a badge, a gun, and a letter you hoped you’d never have to read.

It's Proposals, Dads, and Halloween, Rossi-Reid! (S3E6): When your dad comes out of retirement after a decade, you hope it's just a Halloween prank. Spoiler alert: it's not.

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The Rossi-Reid:

All works are set post-S3E6

Original Works:

Figuring Out The Family Buisness: With Rossi on the team the dynamics and typical pairings are bound to change. The story of the first time Rossi was paired with Reid, Rossi was paired with Rossi-Reid, and the first time Rossi watched his daughter and his son-in-law get paired in the field.

Not Just a Rossi: When Spencer notices RR struggling with her father's return to work, he can't help but intervene... with help of course.

Episode Rewrites:

Damaged (S3E14): After twenty years, Rossi-Reid learns why her father stopped putting up the Christmas Tree.

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Becoming Rossi-Reid (Prequel Works):

All works are set pre-S3E6

Original Works Pre Show (for the most part):

The First Week: There are lots of old friends and new feelings during (Y/N) Rossi's first week at the BAU.

Never Grow Up: The role Gideon played as Rossi-Reid grew up.

Where Did The Time Go?: Rossi (eventually -Reid) goes on her first case with the team.

How Do You Seal A Deal?: Spencer and RR go on their first date.

Episode Rewrites (S1E1-S3E5):

The Big Game and Revelations (S2E14-15): A fun night out with the team turns into a case, which turns into a disaster, which turns into Rossi-Reid’s own personal Hell.

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More Extras:

gill and doctorsteeb talk rossi reid

random rossi reid thoughts

incorrect rossi reid quotes

Blurbs:

Someday

Headcanons-ish:

Rossi-Reid Gets Hurt S1

Being Jack's Madrina (godmother)

Spencer and Rossi-Reid on Valentine's Day

Rossi-Reid Birthday Headcanons

Answered Asks:

Who is Rossi-Reid's Mother?

Rossi-Reid and Stephen Gideon

How long did Spencer and RR know one another before getting married?

Will there ever be little Rossi-Reids?

Hotch and RR Sibling Content:

Gill's Favorite Sibling Moments Between Hotch and RR (Part 1), (Part 2)

Spencer asking Hotch for advice with RR

#criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds #david rossi #rossi x daughter!reader #david rossi x daughter!reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds x platonic!reader #criminal minds x daughter!reader #the rossi reid

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dearshelby · 1 year

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Hey there!! I hope you’re doing well! I will never not request something from you when you say blurb requests are open, Lora!!

Could you do [ 🧤 ] - sharing a pair of gloves when it’s cold out with Tommy please?

Thanks so much in advance! ❤️

K, darling, I'm sorry I let your request unanswered for so long, but I struggled to write this I didn't know if I should rewrite everything and ugh 😫 Surely you know what it's like, hope you like it nonetheless <3

P.s Tommy is a grumpy old man and reader is kinda annoying in here

[ 🧤 ] - Sharing a pair of gloves when it’s cold out + Tommy Shelby

"How fast do you think a Rolls-Royce can go?" Tommy asked, sitting down at the edge of the bed behind his wife.

"You wouldn't content yourself with less than the fastest," she applied some more cologne and continued, "if you want to get there faster then quit sulking and get my gloves, I'm almost done,"

He sighed and stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Usually, he loved to watch her getting ready to go out, tonight wasn't one of these times. The party they'd attend wasn't too far, but Tommy had the habit of arriving early and she certainly would make him late.

"You look beautiful already," he whispered in her ear, making a shiver run down her spine, however she knew it was just another trick of his.

"Tommy," she pushed him away, "the gloves, will you?"

"Tsk, which ones?" he walked to the wardrobe.

"The black ones, to match my coat,"

He lit up a cigarette before opening a drawer with scarfs, stockings, hats, but no black gloves.

"Where are they?" he asked.

"There,"

"No, not in the drawer,"

"Of course they are, Tommy, just take a better look at it," she argued while fixing her lipstick.

He held himself back from cursing at her petulance, he wasn't blind nor stupid, the gloves weren't there.

"They're not here, I'm telling you,"

"Tommy, they're my black leather gloves, the winter ones! Look at the glove drawer!"

"I am! And they're not here,"

"Look somewhere else then, I'm almost done,"

"Look where? I don't do the fucking laundry,"

"Neither do I, Tom, they should be at the drawer,"

"Well, they're not,"

"Oh, for fucks' sake," she cursed "ask Frances, she'll know,"

"We don't have time for that,"

"Tommy," she finished her make up and took her coat from the hanger, "it's freezing outside, I need gloves,"

"Alright, fine," Tommy walked to his part of the wardrobe and took his own pair of leather gloves, it looked exactly like hers, except for the size, "there you go,"

She stared at the gloved in his hands and gulped, "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Don't you have another pair?"

"Of leather ones, no,"

"Then I can't take these from you, Tommy, it's not fair,"

"Love, for fuck's sake, I just want to leave,"

Sitting down at the bed, she sulked like a child, unwilling to admit that the reason why she was taking so long to get ready was because she didn't want to go, it's freezing outside and all she wanted was to stay home with her husband.

"Don't," Tommy scolded, "don't give me a fucking pout, it won't work, put the fucking gloves on and take yourself to the car,"

"I-" she shrugged off, "I can change my dress to match another pair of mine,"

"No, no fucking way, stand up," despite his harsh tone, he pulled her up gently, "c'mon, we have ten minutes,"

"Take it," she gave his gloves back, "I'll change,"

"You take this coat off and I'm leaving you here,"

"You wouldn't," she stood close to his face, "you wouldn't,"

Tommy pressed his lips together and slowly nodded, holding her arms, he explained the situation like he'd do to a child, "Listen, this dinner is important for the legitimate business,"

"...why?"

"Because if we cause a good impression, more people will believe we're legitimate and we'll get more partnerships, do you understand?"

With a frustrated sigh, she agreed, "...I still won't take your gloves though,"

"Alright, take just one then,"

"What?" she giggled while Tommy put one glove on his hand and the other on hers.

Holding her naked hand with his own, he put them in his pocket, in a way both could be warm, "It's not ideal, but it's the best we have now, eh? Let's go."

MASTERLIST

#tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #request

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docwritesshit · 1 year

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The Ink feels right

Blurb: You rarely felt comfortable, and barley when it was needed. Nothing helped, and in a moment of desperation, you decided to draw on your skin, without realizing someone else could as well

Type: Fluff, bits of angst if you squint. Soulmate AU

Word count: 3.2k

Pairing: Sun Wukong x reader

Authors note: This was just a self indulgent x reader honestly. I rewrite this so many fucking times too-

Ick, that was the best you could do to describe whatever the hell you felt. The feeling of just… ‘no’ was ever present in ways you couldn't pinpoint in any other word or phrase. There were days that you felt the need to scratch at your own skin, gauging at the itch that laid deep within your bones that would not let up no matter what you did.

You tried to distract yourself, you did. Drawing, burying yourself in your work, reading, sewing, taking up any and all projects that made your hands busy. But the ick was still there. And don’t even get started on the intrusive thoughts.

They were the shadows that creeped in the deepest corners of your mind, taking your brain full force, making you want to get rid of your own body. That just made the raking across your flesh ten times worse. This wasn’t your body, not this monstrosity. It was too much, too much all at once. And it made you worry.

At first, your parents grew worried at your constant scatrching of your skin, sometimes drawing blood. Being paranoid, they did many charms and spells, thinking it was a curse that needed an exorcism. But it never went away. So they thought it was a demon, plunging you into training at the ripe age of seven, teaching you self defense and combat through spells and taking advantage of your environment, It made you quick on your feet, and made you busy, but the ick was still there.

Nothing worked for you. You changed your wardrobe dozens of times, thinking the change of fabrics could help. You went on and off perfumes and fragrances, but the result was the same. You wanted to scream to the heavens what were you missing? Was this just a ploy? A game? Some trick to entertain the court above?

It got especially worse today. You were alone in the study, looking over maps for a voyage your cousin would be taking when the ick grew, and the thoughts came. Your whole body felt it was on fire, the thoughts in your mind felt like it was consuming you. You groaned, taking the quill in your hand and swiping it across a document, then on your arm in desperation. You stilled yourself, and looked down.

The ink made a wide, splattered line that swerved across your skin. You bite your tongue, cursing. An old tale came to mind, one your parents gushed about endlessly.

When a celestial becomes of age, there was a small chance there was one person there for them in the world. That one person would share many experiences with them, their triumphs, their failures, their highs and lows. Until they found them, the only thing they would share was the skin across their body.

Your parents phrased it as your body was the canvas you and your bound shared, and together you could make the most beautiful masterpiece even when you were apart. It sounded like you got punished for being eternally connected with someone.

You sighed, getting up from your seat to wash up in the bathroom when you felt more pressure on your arm. You looked down, seeing the ink line transforming into a sea, then a boat was slowly being added, sails fluttering in the wind. You stood in shock, in bewilderment. Was this the person you were bound to? Why did it feel fo foreign yet so… relieving? The ick dissipated a bit, the pressure of the phantom pen keeping it at bay. You stood, witnessing the boat gain a captain, a small monkey with a crown on it’s head, holding up a sword towards a forming sunset. It was enchanting…

A small print followed below the drawing, big and scrawled.

“Thanks for the inspo! I was bored for a bit now”

You stared at the message for a solid ten seconds, before rushing to the bathroom and scrubbing your arm raw to get rid of the masterpiece, watching as the black tinted water swirled down the drain. You waited a few moments for a new message to appear. When none came, you walked back to the study. You would deal with this at a later date.

And… that later date came within the next few hours, when intrusive thoughts began again along with the ick. You groaned, tossing and turning in your bed. You prayed that it would pass, trying to clear your mind, focusing on the feel of the silk sheets underneath your fingertips, but the shadows clawed their way into your thoughts again and again.

You gave up, tossing the blankets aside and going to your desk in the corner, grabbing a pen and your journal, thinking you might as well try and write the thoughts down so they don’t bother you as much. That was the plan anyways, until the pen dripped onto your hand as you tapped it to get an idea going. You began to reach for the rag you kept for times like this when the phantom sensation came back. You looked down to see a ghost pen connecting the ink dots, creating constellations.

You froze again, witnessing as your ‘soulmate’ sketched out a cliff and another monkey looking up at said stars. The shadows retreated back to the corners of your mind, the itch dissipated again, almost fully. You traced your fingers over the constellations, catching yourself smiling. You shook your head, and stalked back to bed. You would deal with this in the morning.

In the morning, you found another note from the ghostly artist using your sin as a sketch pad.

“Most say the constellations are the most beautiful sights to see, but I’d say the stars pale in comparison to you ;)”

You pity the poor training partner your parents set you up with that day, as they got the brunt of your anger and rage and flusteredness. By the end of it, they were struggling to stand, legs wobbling and leaned on the instructor for support. You made sure to send some of your personal remedies and a note as an apology when you calmed down.

Over the next few days, you avoided excessive contact with ink or anything that might get on your skin. You made it a habit to wear long gloves when documenting routes and annotating maps. During training, you convinced your agents to have a barrier around you to not get any dirt or, gods forbid, blood on your skin that would prompt whoever was bound to you to be concerned.

It was night again when it became too much for you. The itch deep within your bones grew more and more, causing you to pace in your room, fidgeting with your rings to stop yourself from raking your nails across your skin. You didn’t want to, still trying to get through the night without even touching a pen, but you relented.

You picked up your pen again, throwing caution to the wind and started with a line. The line became curved, then another line followed. You drew and drew, the itching burn, cooling bit by bit as the doodle grew more. When you woke up from your inky splotched daze, you saw roses and thorns decorating your forearm. You sighed in relief, and made your way back to bed. Then the phantom sensation began again.

“HOW DARE YOU HIDE THESE BEAUTIFUL MASTERPIECES!!! Who knew I had such a talented soulmate?”

You blushed, your brain clearly not kicking in when you responded.

“Well, I didn't want to bother you creating your own masterpieces.”

When you read what you wrote, you smacked your forehead. You really were sleep deprived huh? You could feel your bound write back quickly.

“Oh so you do know how to write! I thought you were just learning with all the ink getting on your arms. But, thank you for the compliment, but I rather enjoy your art as well.”

You bit your lip, tapping your pen to your chin. Should you respond? You already wrote back once, shouldn’t that be enough?

“I like yours better honestly, you make art from my mistakes.”

“Oh those? I was glad for the distraction honestly.”

“Well, I’m glad to be a ‘distraction’ then”

You felt no other phantom sensations after that, determining your artist was too tired to be bothered for much longer. So, you drifted off to sleep. In the morning however, you found a new addition to your sketch, a butterfly with a peculiar wing pattern sat on top of one of your roses, along with another note

“I hope you don’t mind, but I just wanted to release at least one of the butterflies you give me”

Without meaning to, your ‘distractions’ became more frequent to your bound. The nightly ritual of you giving them a line, a few sketch’s their way, and falling asleep as the phantom sensations guided you to your dreams instead of the shadows ever present to your mind.

You caught yourself smiling as the quill dripped ink on your hand, but you let it be. Your parents caught onto your elevated mood, seeing the weights fall bit by bit. They witnessed your forced smile to court officials come easier, your eyes regaining the sparkle they missed. They questioned it, but all you said was you found a way to get rid of the ick for the time being. They were elated, celebrating with a feast of your favorites. You smiled with them, subconsciously rubbing your sleeve where you could feel your bound make another doodle.

And when you were assigned to go down to the mortal plane to see who this new successor to the Monkey King was, you accepted it with little resistance. You needed to get out of the palace anyways.

And oh, was he the Monkey King's successor. You could see the aura around him from blocks away. Honestly it was a miracle that he hadn’t been jumped all day by some sort of demon.

Oh, the heart of gold he wore on his sleeve as well. You could tell he was a fan-boy the minute you mentioned Monkey King to him while talking about going to see the new movie. His ramblings warmed your heart, but you were here on business, not pleasantries. Until the Ick came back.

Sitting in a lone booth waiting for him to come back after some deliveries, you pulled out a marker you started carrying around in cases like these. You started a small line on your palm, going to your wrist, creating vines that wrapped around the veins visible. Your doodling came to an early end when MK entered the restaurant again, joining you in your booth.

“I’m glad you caught me right before my break! What did you want to talk to me about again?” He asked. You smiled, hiding your art with some glamor.

“Nothing too bad, I assure you. I am with the Jade court, and they just wanted to send me down here to see who this Monkie Kid was.” You explained, resisting the urge to look down at your palm when you could feel the artist on the other end add onto your drawing.

“Oh, well- I mean- Um-“ The poor kid got flustered so quickly, a pink blush dusting his cheeks already. You chuckled, covering your smile with your hand.

“Don’t fret please, you seem like a good kid.” You tried to calm him down.

“Oh, ok. Well, I’m still training with Monkey King and I’m still learning.” He said, his hand reaching up to scratch at the back of his head. You hummed in acknowledgment, recalling how recently he had gotten the staff. His eye then widened, standing up in a panic

“SHIT MONKEY KING- I forgot we had training scheduled like fifteen minutes ago-“ He scrambled out of the restaurant, presumably to change out of his work uniform into a more appropriate sparing outfit. You rolled your eyes. Yep, he was definitely the chosen student of Sun Wukong.

You could feel your little artist stop drawing, taking the chance to look down at your palm again. You smiled, seeing flowers and fruits sprout from the vines you drew. A small note attached as well.

“I‘ll make sure to get a bouquet more beautiful than this drawing, cause nothing can be more beautiful than you <3”

Well, they had gotten a lot more cheesier with the pick-up lines you noticed. The bell above the door to the restaurant made your ears perk up, turning your head and almost fell out of the booth.

“Hey Pigsy, is the kid still here? He and I had training and he still hasn’t shown up”

The cook on there other side of the bar gave a grunt, pointing upwards with his ladle.

“Bud got distracted with deliveries and talking with customers. He’s changing upstairs.”

“Great! That means he’ll be here any minute now!”

The form he took to walk around the city wasn’t too suspicious, wavy ginger hair slicked with a bit of stubble on his chin to account for his fur. You got up, hoping to sneak out the front as he continued to talk with Pigsy, reaching for the handle when he looked over at to see who was leaving. Even with your glamour though, he could still see your celestial form.

“HALT!”

You froze, fingertips grazing the doorknob to your escape. He strolled over, scrutinizing you. You squeezed your eyes closed, praying that he won't try and fight. You knew he was protective of his pupil, and knew he wouldn't take kindly to anyone with malicious intent close to him.

You cracked your eyes open again when you felt his claw grasp at your hand. You pulled away on instinct, pulling it close to your chest. You looked up to see his eyes widened, a small smile lining his lips.

“Now this wasn’t how I expected we would meet.” He commented. You raised up an eyebrow, moving to take a step away when he held his own hand up, letting his glamor down to reveal vines and flowers painting his palm and wrist, along with the note and heart he left behind.

You purse your lips, turning your back to him and pulling out your marker, adding a question mark to the fingertip of your pointer finger. You had experienced some demons and celestial beings trying to pose as your bound, glamorizing their own markings to match yours. You simply added on in secret to see if they were lying, and today was no different.

“You know that’s just going to show up on my skin right? Why a question mark? You could have at least done something funny,” The Great Sage Equal to Heaven said. Your blood froze, turning your head slowly to see that indeed, the question mark was on his pointer finger as well. You looked up at him still rambling on the wasted potential of your symbol for him to try and glamor on his skin. You wanted to combust right then and there, your brain processing you were bound to the menaces to the celestial heavens.

He stopped himself, tilting his head when he noticed your inner turmoil.

“Uuuuhhh, you good?”

You sped out the door, sprinting down the street. You weren’t dealing with this right now.

But he was. He followed after you in his hawk form, above you at every twist and turn you took. You stopped to rest at a bench when he popped up next to you.

“Gotta say, you got a pair of lungs on ya!” He announced, collapsing next to you. You scooted away, the ick coming back now. You huffed, mindlessly scratching at the back of your hand. Wukong noticed, seeing your nails rake across the skin made goosebumps rise. He grabbed your hand again, stopping the motion. You looked up at him, and pulled away from his grasp again.

“Sorry, force of habit.” You mumbled. He furrowed his brows, looking down at his palm that held the art you and him made. He cracked a smile, tracing the vines you sketched.

“I wasn’t lying when I said you were good by the way.” He commented. You chuckled, looking at your own palm.

“Yeah I know.”

He looked back over to you, his tail slowly inching closer to you. You sucked in a breath, debating whether or not to run away again. But the itch grew, and it was becoming unbearable. You sighed, taking out your marker again and placing it in his hand.

“Please draw again.” You pleaded. He raised his eyebrows, but obliged. Taking your arm in his grasp, he began lining out his own staff, and you exhaled slowly as the itch ebbed away. He stole glances, seeing you relax more and more as he drew. You could feel the eyes at the side of your head, and decided it was too far to go back now,

“What is it?” You prodded. You felt the marker become still, the felt tip against your arm. He looked your way again, locking eyes with you.

“Why did you run away?” He asked. You hummed, the words rolling in your mind not forming coherent sentences that would be nice fir anyone to hear. But you did your best!

“Because you aren’t who I expected to be bound to. Though I should have guessed by the amount of monikes you draw.” You deadpanned. He pursed his lips, shoulders shaking in resistance to the laughs building in his chest. A few chuckles escaped, soon a fit of giggles followed. You chuckled yourself, feeling a little lighter.

“Ok, I'll take that, Not on the best terms with the bosses above.” He stated, continuing with his drawing. You hummed, relishing the relief that was flowing through you.

“Hm, well that’s an understatement.” You muttered. That got another chuckle from him. He looked back down at you and his gaze focused on your hand, still with the vines and flowers staining your palm. He locked eyes with you, stilling his hand again.

“Why didn't you draw sooner? And why did you ignore me?” He asked. You froze again, recalling your first contact with each other. You exhaled again.

“To be honest, the line was an accident. But when you drew, it felt… right. The only thing that was right with my body, and I hated it. So I ignored for a while, but… well I call it the ‘ick’. It’s like an itch that I can’t scratch and it gets worse with intrusive thoughts. Anyways, it came back not long after though, and I decided to draw on my skin to see it would help since it did when you drew. It did, and you continued to add on, and it just felt right for once.” You rambled, Wukong holding onto your every word.

He smiled down at you, finishing the last details of his staff before turning towards you, reaching his hand out.

“Well, if it felt so right, what’s wrong about it?” He inquired. You looked at him, and grinned. You accepted his hand, and he pulled you into a tight hug. You melted against his warmth. You guessed dealing with it now wasn’t so bad…

#lmk sun wukong #monkie kid sun wukong #lego monkie kid #lmk swk #x reader #sun wukong x reader

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eldritcmor · 1 year

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Masterlist? Yeah that's what this is.

TAGLIST

They- ideas of an eldritch reader character (1st writing)

Callsign- The introduction of my Storm Au aka how storm got their callsign

The Crow- A request For a crow based Eldritch reader and the ideas within

You Knew It Was Coming- Storm Au, Head-canons about their proper introductions to the TF-141

A Grave Mistake- Storm Au + Eldritch reader combo, what happened when Graves betrayed The 141

An Off Day- Storm has an off day, told from the perspective of 141

Incorrect Quotes- featuring 141, Storm, and They

More Incorrect Quotes- Featuring 141 and Storm

Various Little Blurbs- Little story ideas mostly featuring Storm

Training- Storm, Gaz, and Soap Training

More Blurbs!- More little story ideas featuring members of the 141 and Storm

Even More Blurbs!- More little story Ideas, not featuring Call of Duty

The First Clue (first draft)- The start of Jason Todd their ass

An Old Friend- Storm pays visit to an old friend.

I Like Writing These- More Incorrect quotes

Jason Todd Their Ass 2- ON HIATUS- An expanded rewrite of the first clue for Jason Todd their ass

Dragon request- request for a dragon based reader!

Seriously, these are fun and possibly canon- more incorrect quotes

Independent sources- storm has different avenues for information

Demigod idea 2 3- Ideas of demigods in Cod universe

Bar scene- Price stops by a bar on the search for a missing squad

Call of Duty x Rainbow 6 siege ideas- Idea of rainbow six in the cod universe

Observations- A conversation between rainbow operators Blackbeard and Ash about some observations of Laswell’s offering.

Cats and Dreams- request for some cat themed eldritch ideas. Found a cat god on accident.

Crash- Storm has a conversation with a their dad figure and makes a phone call

Impressions- Thermite observing some strangers on rainbow base

Steeeve- some ideas and build up for a monster au

Hungry- the earth is hungry

All can be found under the tag eld writes

CHECK THIS OUT!

@grey-writes-stuff is a fellow writer working with Eld's favorite dumbass. Storm! Siblings- zombie au! featuring Storm and Grey's character, Ferret The First Few Days- The first few days after the incidents in Siblings Moving On- Moose has an encounter of the very punchy kind in the afterlife A Chat- Moose and Bes have a chat, captain to dumbass

Pharmacy run- ferret’s trying

Fandoms I write for-

Call of duty Mw2

Rainbow six siege

Requests = OPEN

Inbox = OPEN

#masterlist #eld writes #call of duty x reader #cod mw2 #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #141 x reader #taskforce 141 #captain john price #mw2 141 #percy jackson #rainbow six x reader #cod fanfic #mw2 fanfic #pjo fanfic #rainbow six siege #wer6community

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the-vex-archives · 6 months

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The Band Ghost Masterlist (2023)

General

Fics

"The Manager" Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

@titlemewickedwonderland

The Ministry announces an outsider coming to be part of the congregation to help with the Ghost project as a tour manager; little did the Ghoul know; she is nothing like they pictured her or how she'd affect them all.

"The Witch is Back" Part 2 Part 3

@delta-is-here

Ever since Sister Imperator left the church for good, the Clergy has been at an all time low, mass wasn't it's usual greatness, and rituals weren't going as well as planned. When luck seems to run out, Papa Nihil remembers an old friend and sends out a letter asking them to take Sister's place.

Headcanons

"Arrangement" ( Regency AU)

@earthry

Papas and Arranged Marriage

"Did You Know You Were dead?"

@aestheticpearl

you’re a ghost who wanders the halls of the cathedral just trying to do your duties before you’re interrupted

Secondo

Oneshots

"Opposites Attract"

@earthry

Secondo with a s/o who is very sweet and bubbly and who is in their own band

"Bedtime Greenery"

@mitchmatch24

Secondo with a young reader (like 18 or 19) who got stoned for the very first time. they haven't been able to sleep well in days so they go to Papa for help and this is their solution.

Terzo

Fics

"Where Angels Fear to Tread" Part 2

@bonelessghoul

Everyone knows the story of how the Devil himself was once an angel who was banished from Heaven. But he wasn’t the only one and the poor angel he fell for suffered the same fate, cursed with lifetimes of never being brought back to the man she loved…until now. When Ada is brought to a Ritual by her friend after a year riddled with tragedy, she meets Papa Emeritus and his Ghouls. But something strange happens when she gets a closer look at them and can see that there’s more to this group that no one else can see but her.

Mary Goore

Oneshots

"You Wish"

@lady-jane3

You guys are always picking on each other, mean jokes, sex jokes the whole nine yards. Mary won't stop teasing

"Red"

@onedaughterofman

No summary provided

Blurb

"I Knew it Would Work on You"

@bedeviledcowboy

Aether

Oneshots

"Rewrite The Stars"

@mirage-aera

Aether gets sent back to the Pits so he and his s/o spend their last day together.

"Don't Yell at Her"

@xxwhiskeyxx

reader and aether were married in a past life, they died tragically by one another's sides before being born again as ghouls in the pit

#masterlist #fanfic recommendation #the band ghost #papa secondo #papa terzo #mary goore #aether ghoul #gen fic #2023

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babyybuggaboo · 6 months

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IT Fic ideas/ mini plots? blurbs? i’m posting this for @def-livv ! i also will give anyone like use of anything from this, feel free to take the ideas and make some good stories or rewrite some of the things i’ve written. they’re not bad but not great either but i hope you enjoy these things i’ve written ! also note that these were for me to remember stuff i’ve imagined in my head so sorry if there’s notes that don’t make sense to you or if the stories have little to no good detail and yeah whatever! enjoy it or don’t :P

Having nightmares about IT before he came back in 1989, and stopping him from killing everyone (hero mc and no bad stuff happens other than bowers gang thinking mc is crazy:/ /sad

being friends with the bowers gang and throughout a few months they all realize they like mc and all hide it from each other but also they all go after mc. they do have fights but it’ll end up poly probably

mc likes patrick, patrick “likes” mc and thinks she may be real but is very wishy washy with her, one day he’s all over her, next day he couldn’t give a shit (to mess with her) but is still very possessive. stuck in the middle vibes

henry likes mc, says they’re dating and mc is pretty sweet and kinda goes along with it thinking he’ll get bored. henry and mc fall in love and he starts changing (getting nicer, understanding he shouldn’t be abused and that it’s not right) she gets him to slowly move into her house with her and her parents and they sorta adopt him and show him what a real family is like. saving his life/raising him right au

boys hardcore bully mc but she’s a little bit yandere and is inlove with patrick/henry/all of them (whatever i’m feeling ig) they catch some jocks messing with her one day and all kinda think “that’s our victim!” and protect her, making her fall more in love and they slowly slowly slowly start to get softer towards her. bullies/victim to friends to lovers vibe

this is a blurb blurb/imagine vibe

mc is henry’s neighbour and in the winter sees him shoveling his big driveway all by himself so her and her dad go over with a snow blower and shovel to help. melts his heart a little bit ;) gentle mother!figure/ guardianangel!reader type vibes

also little headcanons for some plots:

- avery was never killed. so patrick isn’t at psychotic or deranged but still a jerk to his bro (who’s about 9-10) so about a 10 year age gap (depending on how old you want pat, i obviously picture him aged up and LEGAL!!!!!!!)

- vic has 2 older sisters

- henry has a soft spot for mc

- most of the time bowers gang can’t say no to mc

- when they go into town (like the movies or arcade) mc always runs ahead of the boys to give the losers club (if they happen to be there, they usually are) a heads up so they can scatter before the bowers gang rains terror

- reggie let’s mc practice driving stick shift in amy

- vic is the one mc trusts the most and they get along the most, they like similar things and he’ll keep secrets for mc (most of the time)

- in order of who mc trusts from most to least it’s: vic, reggie, henry, patrick

- mc loves to cuddle and innocently will pick one of the boys to cuddle with and tends to fall asleep on them. (they did draw on her face once or twice. jerks) but after knowing mc for a while, the boys started fighting over who mc sat with and would make plans to get mc to choose them

- mc is extremely loyal and gives entire heart into whoever mc cares about (the boys, mostly patrick, will exploit that) but mc does have limits and pushes back sometimes when they inevitably take things too far

- an “oc” who is matteo riddle 🤪 is the neighbour across from mc and they’re good buddies. he’s mainly for plot so mc has one friend outside of bowers gang

- sometimes, on days where the boys don’t force mc to hang out, she finds herself with the losers club. they’re funny and sweet and it gives mc a break, they’re refreshing. she spends most of the time talking to beverly, it’s nice to have a girl to talk to… and complain about the boys to.

- mc parents i usually picture are joy summers and rupert giles from buffy the vampire slayer. they are comfort parents and giles is a step-dad and mc has a jackass biological dad mc does not talk to. (for plot, mc has daddy issues too. helps to connect with henry)

- mc gets henry into drumming (safer way to get the anger out) he gets pretty good pretty quickly

- plot/blurb

the boys have a bet to see who can get mc to like them first

bowers gang along with their newer addition, are driving along and of course, the boys are bickering.

“we should go here!”

“no this place is way better! drive us there belch”

“fuck off! we’re going to this spot!”

reggie looks in the rear view mirror at mc, “where would you like to go mc?”

mc looks up at him, smiles shyly and thinks.

“maybe the big arcade? that’s in the next town? that could be fun! we don’t have to though” mc recoils in their seat, making themselves small.

reggie smiles, then it turns into a smirk as he looks at the boys, he’s so gonna win this, “ arcade it is darlin’”

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at the arcade, they all spread out finding stuff to play. reggie and vic find the muscle man hammer game, patrick finds kids to scare and steal their tokens from, and mc follows henry, who has found the astro starfighter game (where you shoot meteors).

henry keeps losing and losing the game, then losing his temper, “fuck! fuck! fuck! this game is so fucking stupid and it’s a piece of shit” he starts kicking it. mc is laughing their guts out, they think henry is so funny, (they don’t really know him yet). “what the fuck are you laughing at?!” henry yells, mc wipes the tears from their eyes, giggles still bubbling out, “you’re just funny!… and so bad at this game! hahaha! it’s cute” mc laughs again. henry doesn’t know how to react, he’s being made fun of, but mc is so sweet about it and he knows they’re not being mean. before he can say anything, mc places a hand on his arm, “let me try!” and steps in drop of the game. “hmmm. henry? what should i get if i win?” mc asks coyly (or cheekily, but i think coyly). henry thinks for a seconds, then smirks, “i’ll give you a kiss” he says with a wink. he knows he’s going to win this bet. “oh gee! a kiss from henry bowers? i better be good!” mc grins and turns back to the game. they play for a while, getting higher and higher in the levels, mc finally gets to the boss level, “oh my god! oh my god! fuck you! i got you you’re so done you stupid ship!” (i think it also has aliens in it?) mc is blasting and blasting and! an asteroid hit them… they died. “no! aw are you kidding i was so close!” mc said disappointed, “damn it! that’s fuckin rigged” henry said, made he won’t get to kiss mc, but it comes off as him being on their side, they should’ve won!

mc turns to henry and kisses his cheek. henry is shocked, but tries to hide it. not well. “thanks for motivating me” mc says with a smile, already over losing that amazing play through. henry feels proud, he did motivate mc didn’t he. they wanted to kiss him and that’s why they tried so hard. it made him feel good, feel important and needed. that was the first moment he started really falling for mc.

they then wandered over to patrick, to drag him away from the poor children, got reg and vic, and went over to the skee ball, where they cheated and got a bunch of tickets and tried to pick a prize for mc all again, bickering.

“mc would like that bunny! get the bunny”

“no get the tiger! it’ll make em think of me!”

“get the skull head. it’s sick.”

“what about that cow! mc always points them out”

this time vic is the one to turn to mc, “which one would you like? pick one!” he says excitedly albeit aggressively.

“well, the bunny is pretty cute” mc says, the guy at the counter turns and grabs the bunny off the shelf and hands it to mc. vic grins, he knew they’d like the bunny. he walks up to mc and puts his arm around their shoulder, “that thing is pretty dang cute huh, like you” he says, mc looks up at him and laughs a little, shaking their head. “you’re a dork” mc says, but there’s a slight blush on their face. “alright let’s go. i’m fuckin’ hungry” henry says, breaking up the sweet moment between friends. they walk out the arcade and head home. on the car ride home, mc falls asleep on patrick’s shoulder, cuddling the bunny. they all glance at mc, so innocent. they all glance at each other and though it isn’t said out loud, the bet is off, and the games are on. may the best man win. (mc’s heart that is (; )

-henry had never had tacos before (half because of neglect, half because the bitch is racist) but one time mc invites him over for dinner, after hearing that he has never had tacos, which is atrocious. mc was horrified and jokingly tried to hold henry bowers, wrapping her arms around his neck, and petting his ratty mullet, calling him a dear poor thing. he pushed her away and told her to fuck off. mc laughed it off as she usually does, staying light-hearted and unoffended. and says that she’ll see him at 6.

6 o’clock arrives, and so does henry. as he walks through the door of mc’s house, he is hit with a (waff?) of spices and meat, it smelled delicious. he walks into the kitchen with mc and there stands her mom finishing up the lettuce and tomatoes. “mom, henry’s here!” mc said to her mother. mc’s mom turns around and greets him warmly, “oh hello henry! nice to finally meet you! grab a plate, we’re ready to get started” she smiles and goes to wash off her hands in the kitchen sink. mc and henry grab a plate and walk over to the kitchen counter where all the food is laid out for them. sour cream, salsa, hot sauce, rice, grated cheese, lettuce, tomato and guac! the beef steaming in the pan still on the stove, fresh off the burner. mc starts making her taco and henry just watches. mc noticed and smiles, “henry are you gonna make a taco? or just stand there looking devilishly handsome?” mc says with a wink. she loved to flirt with him jokingly, that way it wasn’t real and her feelings couldn’t be hurt. it was easier that way. he rolls his eyes at mc while scoffing, but then frowns slightly, “i don’t know what to put on it” mc blinks, “oh! i’ll make it for you!” mc starts making him two tacos, one with everything on it (the delicious one) and a plain one, with just meat and cheese (picky eaters choice) “try this one first. it’s just meat and cheese, it’ll ease ya right in” mc says and turns to make hers. they go and sit down at the table, henry looks at his plate and mc is staring at him, waiting. he looks up at her and barks out instinctively, “what?” mc laughs a little, “eat your taco! i want to see your reaction!” she scoots forward a little on her seat. henry again rolls his eyes at her, but he thinks she’s adorable, eyes gleaming with excitement. he picks up the smaller less stuffed taco of the two on his plate, gives mc one last glance and then takes a bite of the taco. and then another. and another. and then it’s gone. mc giggles and claps her hands together, he liked it! he LOVED it! henry looks at mc and says, “that was alright” it’s mc’s turn to roll her eyes, “try the good one now!” mc presses, “the good one? i liked the one i just ate. that one ain’t good?”

“yeah it was good but this one will be even better”

henry looked like his head exploded, it didn’t but what did explode were the flavours in his mouth.

henry likes tacos a lot now. and whenever mc’s family does a taco night, you can bet your butt henry will be sitting at that table chowing down like it’s his last meal.

- bowers gang are all hanging with mc in her room, chilling on her floor, her and henry are sitting on the bed. mc stretches, then slips under the covers and turns and faces the wall.

“what are you doing?” the boys ask, confused. “i’m gonna take a nap. you can come cuddle if you want” mc says sleepily, henry is the closest and first to jump into action, slipping under the covers between mc and the wall. she cuddles into him , “you’re so warm” mc said, she paused for a moment and then said, “that’s what he said” and giggles a little.

“i don’t get it” said vic

“you wouldn’t. virgin” mc says bluntly, voice slightly muffled as she snuggled into henry some more.

the boys all laugh and mc drifts off to sleep.

- henry’s birthday is april 17th and he’s an aries (i think i saw this in a fic or just a post one time that he gives off aries vibes and idk if they said april 17th or if i am crazy and made it up)

- POV: you’re at a video store, it’s pouring rain out so you and the bowers gang are looking for a movie or two to watch.

“oh pat! let’s get the goonies! i love that movie!” you say excitedly, grabbing it off the shelf and holding it in your arms.

“no fucking way. that movies for babies” patrick says annoyed, “we’re going to get a horror movie. i’m thinking poltergeist”

“are you kidding? if this movies for babies then goo goo ga ga motherfucker. i want to watch the goonies” you say, irritated.

POV: you’re helping reggie’s mom with her garden. you didn’t tell the boys and they were out looking for you. they drive past reggie’s house and see you’re BEHIND as you’re bent over pulling weeds out of the garden. they pull into the driveway, get out of the car and make their way over to you, henry is first to speak, “hey sweet thang. do you look as good in the front as you do in the back?” he said, the boys chuckle behind him, you roll your eyes and turn around, “hey hot stuff! whatcha packin?” you laugh, the boys are surprised to see you there, “mc? what are you doing at my house?” reggie says confused,

“i’m helping your mom out with gardening!” you say with a smile, reggie’s mom, who was in the kitchen getting drinks walks out and says,”mc has been such a good help! and she’s tough, carrying all those dirt and mulch bags for me!” mc blushes under the boys’ stares, looking impressed and maybe even a little proud. their girl is tough. “would you boys want to help? it’ll get the garden done quicker and we haven’t started on the back yet” reggie’s mom asked, really hoping to put the boys to work and take a break. pat and vic start to say no but henry answers for everyone, “sure mrs. huggins, we ain’t got nothin better to do”

the rest of the afternoon you and the boys did weeding, put new plants into the garden,fresh dirt and mulch. reggie’s mom brought out drink as you all finished up, you were the first to go over for a drink, thanking her. “i should be the one thanking you! those boys would’ve been gone before i even finished asking for help! they stayed to be with you” mrs huggins said with a wink. you blush and smile shyly, the thought of them just wanting to hang out with you was nice, making you feel wanted. “i don’t know about that” you say bashfully, mrs. huggins waves a hand at you, “oh please darlin’, you are so sweet and absolutely gorgeous! of course they want to be around you!” you shrug it off and hide your grin behind your drink, fresh lemonade. you look over at the boys, oblivious still that they all like you and think you’re worth spending a day in the dirt for.

ok i saw a jealously scale thing and while i love a jelly boy i think it was a little inaccurate so here’s my kinda idea about it:

- henry: 10/10

this one stays the same as the og post i saw. he has abandonment issues and was raised to think he’s a piece of garbage. so he is very insecure and scared that you’ll leave him, making him very jealous and possessive of you.

- patrick: 3/10

now in the other post it said he was like 100000/10 but i don’t think that’s true. patrick is possessive of course, you’re his play thing and he doesn’t want others to touch you, but he thinks that you’re the lucky one, to be able to date this god of a man and if he thinks you’re real, then he has no fears of someone else taking you from him cuz they’re fake, how could they?

- vic: 7/10

i think vic’s was around 7/10 which to me makes sense. he’s a small guy and he can have an attitude which can sometimes make him difficult to be around. he really likes you and like henry is afraid of driving you away. so he keeps a close eye on you and is always nearby, never letting another man get a chance to take you from him.

- reggie: 10/10

now i’m this og post, reggie is a 1/10. he’s secure in his relationship with you. i don’t think that’s the case.

he’s a chubby boy, we all know this and that makes him insecure. all his friends are fit good looking guys and all flirts. he is handsome though as you tell him constantly but, he still gets this creeping feeling, that you’ll wake up one day and find him repulsive and leave him for one of his “better looking friends” that makes his a little hot headed and possessive. when you’re joking around with one of the other boys, he sees it as flirting, which usually leads to a fight. most of the time you can talk through it though as since he’s been seeing you, he’s gotten better as communicating his feelings to you.

- this connects back to my movie “blurb”

- having the movie night and it’s storming real bad. you’re in patrick’s basement and while watching his chosen movie “the omen” the power goes out.

- he shuffles around in the dark, finds some candles and lights them

-you all sit around the small coffee table and decide to tell scary stories to pass the time

-patrick of course had other “ideas” wink wink nudge nudge but he was quickly smacked upside the head

- after a while of telling scary stories and the boys scaring the bejesus out of you (jerks) the power comes back on, but the weather is still bad.

-mrs. hockstetter calls down to all of you in the basement to ask if you’d like to stay the night as it’s “not safe what so ever”

- you all agree and head into the kitchen to call your parents- minus henry

-you all start to get ready to go set up makeshift beds in the basement when mrs. hockstetter stops you, saying you can sleep in avery’s room and he’ll stay with her as mr. hockstetter was on a business trip

-you go to tell her it’s fine but she insists and says she doesn’t need more babies made in her house

-so you follow her to the younger hockstetter’s room, avery follows and grabs his favourite stuffy before saying goodnight to you and running out

-mrs. hockstetter makes a point of telling you to lock the door so the boys don’t come in and says goodnight

-you sigh and crawl into the little twin bed and turn on the lamp on his bedside table

-meanwhile, in the basement, henry and pat got the couches and vic and reg got the floor (poor babies)

-reg was out like a light, snoring so loudly it could shake the house

-the rest of the boys couldn’t sleep

-henry gets up to you see you and patrick asks where the fuck he’s going

-“i’m going to take a wizz! fuck off” henry said

-he creeps upstairs and goes towards the room you’re staying in and lightly knocks on the door

-he hears a soft whisper, “who is it?”

-“it’s henry” he reply’s back just as quiet

-the lock turns and the door whips open and henry is pulled into the room and the door was quietly shut again, the lock stays unturned

-you ask henry what he needs and he says he can’t sleep cuz belch is snoring like a pig so he came you see if he could sleep with you

-you giggle and say yes, glad he came up cuz you also couldn’t sleep, and knew you’d sleep better with someone in the room with you

-you both go over to the twin sized bed and squeeze in. you’re both squished next to each other but you don’t mind

-few minutes pass, you and henry are chattering a bit as you try to let sleep take over you, talking about the day and telling inside jokes

-suddenly the door opens. you think it’s mrs. hockstetter, she heard you let henry in and you’re in trouble but it’s much worse. it’s patrick

-he asks what the fuck you two are doing and if you’re sleeping together

-you shush him a little and say no, that you both couldn’t sleep and that was that

-patrick says it’s not fair henry gets to sleep with you and he wants to as well

-you say that the bed is way too small for all three of you so he says you’ll sleep in his room

-you all creep across the hall to patrick’s room and vic shows up asking what you’re doing

-“were going to bed” you whisper

-“i’m coming too” he whispers back, “belch is gonna burst my goddamn eardrum”

-giggles start to bubble out of you and you try to be quiet. you’re tired and you need to go to bed

-you all climb into patrick’s bed, it’s a queen but it’s not comfy

-the four of you are clambering around, vic is complaining and so is henry. you finally have enough, you get vic to cross the hall with you and you grab avery’s bed and quietly bring it into patrick’s room and set it on the floor

-you grab the pillows and blankets too and then close the door and you go to sit on the twin bed

- henry and pat start to stop you, “no hey! you’re up here with us” henry whisper-yells

-you roll your eyes and give vic the blanket and pillow before hopping into patrick’s bed and squeezing inbetween them, “there. happy?” you say, though you didn’t really care where you slept

-as you all really settle in for the night you can’t help but voice that you feel bad you all ditched reggie

-the boys all say he’ll live and he deserves to sleep along with how loud his pig nose is

-you smack them for saying that and then sigh amd say “fine. g’night” and you all fall into a slumber, rain pitter pattering on the window

-early in the morning reggie woke up and saw all the boys missing and made his way upstairs to find you all asleep in pats room. he frowns and steps in closing the door.

-he steps over vic, who rolled off the twin bed in the night and lays on it himself and falls back asleep. he snores again but it’s much lighter and less disturbing

-later in the morning, mrs. hockstetter and avery wake up and go to make some breakfast. she walks by avery’s room and sees the door ajar. she peaks her head in and sees his bed missing. she turns and goes to patrick’s room opening the door and what a sight.

-in the twin bed reggie is sprawled out, next to him on the floor with just his legs on the bed is vic. on the queen bed, henry is half off the bed and patrick is squished into the wall and you, a great big star fish in the middle of the bed, your limbs sprawled over both the boys.

-mrs.hockstetter tries not to laugh and goes and gets her camera and takes a photo of all of them. she chuckles and shakes her head. how silly of her to try and keep them apart

a plot i tend to put into my henry x reader more or my bowers gang x reader is henry seeking comfort with you. i don’t think i’ve written about this yet in here?

so one night, after a particularly bad beating, henry runs to your house. he remembers you saying one time that you never lock the outside basement door so he got into your house through there.

he walks up the basement stairs as quietly as he can and all the way up the main stairs to your room. he’s not sure if he should wake you up or not, but he decides he needs to, he needs you. he shakes your shoulder, whispering your name, his voice a little shaky and desperate. you blink awake and sit up in a split second and turn on your bedside lamp. you blink as your eyes adjust and then lay on henry. you ask him what he’s doing in your house, and if he’s okay.

he starts sniffling and then let’s put a quiet sob. you get him to sit down and notice some blood seeping through the back of his shirt, you don’t say anything, you know what it’s from and you know he doesn’t want to talk. you can help him in the morning. for now you take his shoes off for him and then get him to slide into bed. you turn off the lamp and slide in too.

you ask him to come here and he immediately turns and wraps his arms around you, crying softly into your shoulder. you pet his head softly as you hold him. he eventually falls asleep and so do you, peacefully holding each other. you are his safe haven.

of course, in the morning he’ll threaten to gut you if you tell anybody. you didn’t plan on it and tell him that. you then tell him if he ever wants to, he’s always welcome in your home. he scoffs and turns away from you, going to leave and then stops at the door and says thanks. you grin softly, you know that was hard for him to say. he leaves, but he’ll be back soon.

he starts staying over so much he has his own drawer in your dresser, he has a toothbrush on your bathroom counter and shampoo and body wash in your shower. he eats dinner with your family almost every night. your parents never asked or minded why he stayed, they had a pretty good guess to why, they’ve met butch bowers a handful of time.

henry learns to help around the house, he’s grateful to be welcomed in and you tell him that’s a good way to show it. and he really likes hanging out with your dad. your dad doesn’t drink except for the occasional bourbon, and is a nice quiet man and doesn’t lose his temper often and is very understanding. he takes henry under his wing a bit. (showing him what a real man is)

the biggest realization henry had when he realized he shouldn’t be treated the way he was by his father, was when he accidentally knocked over a glass of water at dinner one night. it shattered on the ground, henry immediately tensed up, muttering an apology and moving to get it, keeping his head down. your parents brushed it off saying it was okay, your dad jumped a little bit telling henry not to touch the glass. it scared henry and all he said was “sir?” your dad explained that he didn’t want henry to cut his hands and asked you to go grab the dust pan and vacuum. you did and started cleaning up the glass for your friend. he tried to let you do it but you said it was fine, you’ve broken your fair share of dish ware and we’re an “expert” at cleaning it up. your dad went into a story of how you tried to cook a frozen muffin in the microwave and put it in for so long you burned not only the muffin, but also the plate which shattered and left the house smelling like a burnt muffin for a week. looking back at that moment made him laugh as he also explained that it only happened when you were 14.

henry relaxed a bit after that, knowing they weren’t mad. but he was still waiting for the switch to flip, for your mom or dad to rage out, smack him and kick him out of the house, but it never came. after you tidied up the glass you got him a new one and sat down to finish your dinner.

after everyone was done, henry cleaned up the table, put away the leftovers and helped you grab dessert. your parents thanked him multiple times to which he kept replying, “it’s the least i can do”, that night when he went to bed (your parents moved him into the guest room but he would still sneak into your room every other night) he made the point to hug you tight as you went to say goodnight. you weren’t expecting it, but gladly accepted. you asked what it was for, not that you weren’t happy to hug your friend, and tells you he loves you and he’s glad he met you. you’re shocked at his words, tears well up in your eyes and you hug him tighter. he doesn’t say it out loud but, you saved him.

-okay little angst moment! idk if this has already been written? if it was it’s long since been deleted so…

-POV: you’re patrick’s girlfriend

-so it’s the whole plot of IT. the only difference is that you’re in the story.

-after patrick “goes missing” you’re in spiralling depression. the love of your life is gone

-you still hang with the boys as they’re your best friends too, though you don’t bully kids

-you grew closer with henry, being each others rocks.

-one day you’re walking down the street and you see the losers club walking down the street, freaking out. you keep walking past until you hear eddie start to freak out, “the clown! i saw him at the creepy old house in neibolt” you freeze. you saw that clown. outside your window, flicking a lighter. patrick’s lighter

-you go up to them and ask them what they know about the clown. theyre reluctant at first, afraid the rest of the bowers gang are near. you tell them they’re not and you all walk to the park and they explain what they saw.

-you tell them if they ever need your help with IT. you would be there. but the first time they would need you, you weren’t there.

-bev calls you one summer afternoon and you rush to her house. she tells you all that happened at the house. richie, eddie and bill went in. ben, stan and her stayed out. eddie fell through the ceiling and broke his arm, she stabbed the clown in the face with a iron spike, it almost tore ben apart with said spike, but they hurt IT. because they were together.

-you don’t hear much about them after that and you stick with your gang.

-later in the summer you get a call from bill. beverly was taken. you’re pissed. it’s time to get your revenge and kill this fucking clown. you know he took patrick.

-you meet the losers club at neibolt and they tell you the plan. you make your way down to the well, the kids start climbing down. you’re helping mike when henry comes out and tries to kill him.

-“henry!” you scream, “stop! what are you doing” you’re petrified, why is he doing this?

-“i have to! i have to kill them all! kill. you. all.” he said, deranged.

-“what do you mean henry?” you ask shakily, hoping to distract him so like can get away.

-henry suddenly softens, the slightest. it’s you. his sweet y/n. “don’t worry y/n. you’ll be with them again. hockstetter. vic. belch. you can be with them. float. with them. you’ll float too! You’ll float too! hahaha!” like he flipped a switch he’s back to the lunatic version that came in and starts running for you.

-you tackle him, and knock the knife out of his hand. he growls and grabs you, flipping you over and he’s on top of you. you kick him off and start crawling backwards, your hand lands on a brick. henry jumps for you and when he does, you swing. you hit him with the brick and it knocks him out.

- you’re panting and close to tears and mike asks if you’re okay. you shake your head, but say it’s fine.

-you find some extra rope and tie henry to a post. you’ll come back for him. as you walk back to the well, you pick up henry’s knife, god knows you’ll need it.

-you get down into the sewers where stan (was a dumbass and wandered off by himself??!! how is that bills fault? really??) was attacked.

-as you keep walking you think about henry’s words. he mentioned reggie and vic? they can’t be dead. you just saw them that morning. you get to the place where bev is being held. IT’s nest.

-bev is floating. they get her down and ben kisses her and then sweet little georgie comes out and bill shoots him and he freaks out.

as the battle insues and they’re trying to fight the clown and he’s holding bill hostage, he morphs again. into patrick. you’re patrick.

“come on doll. look at the stupid kid, he’s not worth it. let me have my fun with him and then i’ll be all yours k? take the little losers for ice cream or something and i’ll meet up with you later” “patrick” chuckles with a sly smile, but there’s a sinister look in his eyes

-your eyes well up with tears as you see him. the last time you’ll see him and it’s not even really him. “stop it! you stupid clown!” you cry.

-he growls and turns back into pennywise frowning, then he says his big ol thing about growing old and dying to the weeds yadayada

-richie then says his thing, “welcome to the losers club asshole!” and fighting begins again

-the kids are all swinging and taking hits and he’s trying to scare them but it’s not working. he goes after you and you just stand there staring. “i’m not scared of you, you stupid, stupid clown. you made a big mistake killing patrick. i’m going to kill you” you say, malice and determination in your voice.

-pennywise giggles, “oh? let’s see it then” but you know, he’s scared.

-you pull out henry’s knife and stab the clown in the eye. over and over again. he starts wailing and he throws you away from him. you slam into his junk pile and the kids keep hitting and hitting until he’s gone. whispering one final, “fear” and dropping into nothingness.

-when you get out, henry is dazed, he sees you, alive and starts weeping, “i’m so sorry! i’m sorry! i k-killed them! he made me!” he’s sobbing, “they’re with amy! i’m sorry!”

-you hear beverly call you, and you tell henry you’ll be right back and run up and out of the house.

-all the losers look at you, and bev shakily points towards the blue trans am across the street.

-you run towards it and then stop right in front, drop to your knees, and scream.

-you’re best friends, reggie and vic. sitting in reggie’s blue trans am “amy”, throats slit, blood down their necks, eyes staring, vacant and glassy.

-you lean over and vomit. the sight is so sickening. they’re dead. they’re all dead.

-you turn away from the car and go back inside the house, ignoring the losers as they call for you, saying not to do anything rash, you tell them to go home, they need to be far from henry. he’s still dangerous, but you can handle him.

-you walk into the basement, back to henry.

-“why?” your voice croaks, “why them?!” you yell out

-henry’s sobbing, still tied to the post, “i had to! he made me! he made me! my dad! and them! i had to…” he shouts and then trails off, tears running down his face, staring at nothing.

-you’re shocked. he killed his dad. he killed his dad and then he killed your best friends.

-“you can’t be mad y/n please! you’re all i have left please!” he suddenly cries out, writhing against the ropes.

-you start to cry harder and again, fall to your knees, next to henry, and hug him. he’s all you have left, you can’t leave him.

-you untie him and help him up, he’s still shaking. and you take him out to the car, “we’re getting rid of these bodies and then we’re getting out of here okay? we’re going to get you out of here” you say to him. he just nods, broken.

-you instruct him to grab reggie and you two carry him into neibolt, down to the basement, and throw him down the well. then you do the same with victor.

-you go back to the car and get in and drive to your house. you have a stash of money you’ve been saving. you run in quick and grab it, and any other essentials you can think of and you’re back out to the car.

-you look at henry, and tell him everything’s gonna be okay. you have each other, thats all that you need. and you drive out of derry, leaving it all behind.

(k note: i don’t like sad stuff so as i wrote this obviously it had a bittersweet ending but still kinda happy whatever. really the plot is, if i don’t go into detail, y/n losing her entire friend group and then going ape shit crazy on the clown. she’s not scared, just vengeful. so that’s basically what i wanted but i wrote something else???? it’s different trying to add details i guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

-i’m reading the book rn and YALL WANNA KNOW WHAT HENRY SMELLS LIKE? also he was held back a grade L

-henry and i quote, “had an oder of sweat and juicy-fruit gum that always hung about him.”

-WHAT!!! and why is it literally perfect and make so much sense

-meeting plot:

you’re walking down the street and get stopped by some creep and he’s trying to chat you up and you try and quickly get out of the situation and walk away. the man follows you, and then after a while starts calling out to you and getting closer. you start running and he starts chasing you. you found a corner and go to cross the street. as you’re running across the street you almost get hit by a car. they go into a screeching halt and you slammed your hands on the hood of the car. you look at the driver, and then the car, and then back to the driver. it’s belch huggins… and the bowers gang. you call out amd say a quick and meek “sorry”, you’re out of breath and panting. henry calls out and asks if you wanna come for a ride. you pause to think for second. creepy man or bowers gang? you glance to your right and see the man coming around the corner. “bowers gang it is” you think. you round to the passenger side where henry is quickly, pull open the door, jump into his lap, and quickly close the door. belch puts the car into gear to start driving just as the man gets to the cross walk. you make eye contact with him and shrink into henry a bit. all the boys notice him. belch takes a quick glance at you, seeing your discomfort, you’re shaking slightly. he looks back at the man and sees that he’s walking around to the passengers side of the car. belch peels out, almost hitting the man. patrick whoops and laughs, vic calls out a fuck you to the man, whose now laying and panting on the side of the road, clutching his chest. you sigh in relief, glad to be away from him. you thank the boys, mainly belch, for the ride and relax a bit. realizing you just jumped into henry bowers lap to get away from that creep, you turn and quickly apologize, and say you can hop into the back, so you’re not crushing him. he chuckles and says that you’re perfectly fine right where you are. you blush and turn away. you try to get belch to drop you off, you could walk home now, they all say no, you’re hanging out with them. you comply, not wanting to get on the bad side of the scariest guys in town. you didn’t realize then what you’d be getting into.

henry: (lazily, not really serious, but annoyed) i’m gonna beat the shit outta you if you don’t stop

y/n: (not caring, completely unserious) well i’m gonna kiss you so hard that it’ll leave you breathless and wanting more

henry:

the boys:

henry: y/n what the fuck

this plot the boys bully y/n, but they end up saving her from some creeps and then there’s this like weird friends one day and bullies the next thing going on and then henry and y/n start to like each other and date in secret. patrick here’s a rumour that you turned a guy down because you have a crush but you deny it saying you didn’t want to hurt the guys feelings. vic and you bond over comic books so one saturday, you and him hang out, going to a comic book store. he asks you if you do have a crush, you say yes but you won’t tell him who. he wants to make a bet, 50 bucks says he can guess your crush by friday. you agree and set turns, he can have five guesses today and only 2 a day til friday, and he can’t tell the other boys about it or the bets off. he agrees and says he wants a hint about the crush so you tell him a nickname that you think fits your crush perfectly, “chihuahua”.

vic looks confused and then starts laughing, “chihuahua? why?” he asks chuckling,

“if you guess my crush you’ll get why”

idk if i already wrote this but we all know henry doesn’t talk about his feelings. but whenever you guys are together, he has a habit of tapping you three times. either when his hand is on your thigh, or he’s holding your hand, he taps three times. his way of saying “i love you”

tap tap tap.

so you have this guy at school who won’t leave you alone. he’s always asking you out, you always find a nice way to say no, always having an excuse as to why you can’t. one day he’s practically chasing you down the hall, trying to ask you out again. you turn a corner and see the bowers gang. you were in a survival mode trying to figure out how you can escape this nerdy teen predator, and walk up to the bowers gang. “henry! there you are!” you say cheerfully, he looks at you confused, you guys have maybe said one word to each other in your entire time in high school. you hear your name being called out again by your “admirer” and you don’t give henry any time to respond as you grab his shirt and pull him towards you, smashing your lips against his. he makes a surprised sound but doesn’t pull away, he sets his hands on your hips and pulls you closer, deepening the kiss, swiping his tongue against your bottom lip, you open your mouth and let him in, his tongue gliding along yours, it feels good. you hear a sound that sounds like a mix between a cough and someone choking, then a quiet “i ask you later” followed by someone running off.

he left! you got that creep to leave you alone! you break the kiss with henry, both of you slightly panting, he looks dazed, still confused and cocky, cause of course any girl would want to kiss him, he’s henry bowers, but before he can say anything and before the boys can say anything cuz they’re just as confused and in awe that you just did that, you just smile at henry, “thanks bowers! see you in class” you say, giddy, half from surviving almost being backed into a corner, again and half from kissing henry. he’s not a bad kisser, if you do say so yourself, and you do. you take off back down the hall the way you came and disappear around the corner.

the boys all stand there not knowing what happened, and patrick is the first one to say something, patting henry on the back, “way to go bowers! that chick was hot as fuck! how long have you been banging her?” he says, laughing. henry rolls his eyes and then smirks as he turns to patrick, “i’ve never talked to that girl in my life” he chuckles as the boys all again, stare in awe. henry turns back and looks in the direction you left in, and he knew that wasn’t going to be the last time he kissed you.

another thing with the fake dating trope.

henry really starts to like being the protector, he likes the feeling of being needed by someone, not feared. he likes it cuz he needs you as much as you need him, so he knows you won’t ever leave him, as long as you need him.

incorrect quote:

henry: Can you eat like a lady? are you capable of that?

y/n: Do you want me to eat like a lady? Or show you how much I can fit in my mouth?;) *takes a huge bite of a burger*

henry:

other characters that are apart of the bowers gang:

-Peter Gordon: A rich kid who joins bowers’ gang to boost his reputation

-Steve “Moose” Sadler: A big strong kid

-Gard Jagermeyer: So stupid they didn’t even bother to send him to summer school

one night you’re walking home from the library and these men start harassing you, you get scared and run from them. it starts pouring rain and you can hear them calling after you, they’re following you. you turn a corner and run into someone. you slammed on to him causing you both to let out an “oof” sound, and he grabs you by the shoulders. you let out a scream and try to get out of his grip, you don’t see who it is, it’s dark and your eyes are blurry from the rain. the man holding you hostage speaks up, “hey hey woah, what’s the matter y/n? it’s just me” the man says in a worried tone,but to you it sounds more amused than worried. patrick hockstetter. you stop thrashing and let out a sigh of relief and wrap your arms around his waist hugging him. he pats your back before pulling back from the hug, holding your shoulders again as he leans down a bit to look you in the eyes, “what’s the matter? you seem really freaked?” he asks concerned. you burst into tears, “these guys started harassing me and asking me to hang out with them and i didn’t want to and i ran and i think they’re chasing me” you cry, you’re shaking now, from fear and from being cold, you’re soaking wet at this point, the rain is coming down harder. “hey, it’s okay. you’re with me now, i won’t let anything happen to ya. come on, my house is around the corner” patrick says wrapping his arm around your shoulder and guiding you towards his house. you don’t say anything, just sniffle and let him take you. when you get to his house you both quietly enter, his family is well asleep by now. he grabs your hand and leads you down to the basement, where his bedroom is. “let me grab you some dry clothes” he says, he’s being awfully nice you think, very unlike patrick. while he’s distracted you take the chance to look at him, his clothes are soaked and weighing down on him, showing off how lanky he really is, his dark wet locks are dripping water onto his face, rolling down down his cheekbones, he looks pretty. you’ve never really looked at him like that before. maybe because he’s not being patrick, he’s someone else, gentler. you don’t know how long it will last but you’ll enjoy it while it does. he digs through his dresser and finds a shirt and pj pants, and walks over to you and hands them to you, “thank you” you say quietly, he smirks slightly, staring at you. he had a look in his eye, a patrick look, but nothing bad comes of it, like he’s holding back, “you can change in there” he says, pointing to a door, you assume is a bathroom, he never takes his eyes off you as you walk in and close the door. you quickly change and immediately feel warmer. you take your wet clothes and exit the bathroom, “where should i put these?” you ask, softly, “i throw them in the dryer for you” he says and grabs the wet clothes from your hands, “thank you” you say again. he doesn’t say anything and goes to put them in the laundry room around the corner. while you wait you take a look around his room, his bed has black sheets and is tucked into the corner, he’s got animal skulls and teeth and an assortment of bones littered across his dresser, side table and desk. rock and heavy metal band posters on the wall, as well as a bay watch poster, you giggle at that one. boys. patrick comes back into his room, his clothes now changed and he stops in front of you, and you just stare at each other for a second. “you okay now?” he asks, you nod, then yawn, “yeah m’just tired” you say through the yawn. you miss it but patrick gets a grin on his face and a glint in his eye but it’s gone in a flash as he puts on a gentle, concerned face, “let’s head to bed then yeah? it’s been a long night” he says putting his hand on the small of your back and guiding you towards his bed. you’re too tired to think straight at this point, so you let him guide you to the bed, and you crawl in tucking yourself into the corner, he slides in after you. you both get comfortable and lay facing each other, space in between you, “thank you for saving me” you whisper softly, sleep starting to take over,

“no problem. i couldn’t just leave you there, you looked so cute and small like a little bunny, you poor thing” he chuckled a little, his tone mocking, but you don’t notice it, “you think i’m cute?” you say, your tone jesting, but eyes are closed, your breathing evening out, you fall asleep. patrick grins as he stares at you, saying one final thing, you don’t hear, “yeah. very cute, and all mine” he whispered the last part, then grabs your waist and pulls you against him, you snuggle in deeper and he slowly falls asleep, holding you in his arms. you don’t realize what you’ve gotten yourself into.

the next morning you wake up to a car horn honking. you jolt awake, your head was on patrick’s chest, you feel his arms around your waist and you look down to see him asleep, “he looks peaceful, like an angel.” you snort at the thought. a fallen angel maybe. you then hear patrick’s mother call down to him, “patrick darling, the boys are here, it’s time for school!” she shouts down, he groans, rolling over, pulling you with him, he lays on top of you nuzzling his nose into your neck. you yelped as he did so. you try and shuffle away but he just holds you tighter and you feel him smirk against your neck. you sigh and roll your eyes, “patrick we have to get up, get off me! we have school! what time is it anyway?” you ask while trying to shove him off of you, looking around for a clock. all of a sudden he lets you go and you fling out of the bed with a yelp, “ow! what the fuck dude!” you say rubbing your head that you hit on the floor. he lets out a muffled chuckle, his face in his pillow. you stand up and glance at his desk, there’s a clock! it reads 7:45am. you freeze, “shit! we’ve got like 15 minutes we gotta go come on!” you say in a panic, patrick rolls over on to his back and stretches out, “shut the fuck up. it’s way to early for this shit, comere” he says reaching for you. you dodge his grabby hands and go into the laundry room to grab your clothes, “no! get up! we’re going to be late! please?” you say, you open the dryer and lean in to grab your clothes.

they’re still wet.

you run back into patrick’s room and shake him, “patrick! my clothes are still wet! did you put the dryer on?” you’re whisper yelling, you don’t want his mom to know you’re there. he finally gets up, leaning on his elbow and he looks up at you, he’s got a look in his eye, but you don’t see it, he smirks a little, “the power must have gone out bunny. don’t worry, you can borrow some of my clothes” he yawns at the end of the sentence and sits of stretching. he stands and walks into the bathroom shutting the door. you let out a puff of air and go into his closet, you find a pair of baggy ripped jeans and then in his dresser you find a pale yellow and bright red ringed shirt with a screaming cat face on it. cool. you quickly put that stuff on before he comes out of the bathroom. he walks out and grabs some random clothes off the ground and starts to change, then stops and looks at you, “um, a little privacy bunny?” he says and makes a spinning motion with his hand, you blush, “oh! right sorry. um do you have a spare toothbrush i can borrow?” you ask as you turn around facing away from him, you can almost hear the smirk in his voice as he says “just use mine” you tense a little, “ew! no way that’s so gross! we can’t share a toothbrush” you say, your voice rising a little, “ suit yourself. guess you’ll just have gross morning breath at school.” he says, you can hear the buckle of his belt clinking. you think for a moment, then sigh and walk over to the bathroom, “you don’t have any diseases right?” you ask as you pick up the toothbrush, you glance over at him, he’s now dressed and leaning against the door frame, “a disease? like what sweetheart?” he smirks tilting his head, you stare at him, “rabies.” you say bluntly, his eyes light up a little, and he smiles, his little weirdo smile and he licks his lips, “i might. wanna find out?” you roll your eyes, put toothpaste on the brush and stare at it, “ugh. whatever” you say and jam the toothbrush into your mouth. you quickly brush your teeth, then turn to patrick and stick the toothbrush into his hand, “there you go. your turn. be quick” you say and then rush into his room to get your hopefully dry shoes. you grab them and sit at the foot of his bed, they’re damp but nothing you can’t deal with. you put them on and then scan the room for your backpack. you find it sitting at the bottom of the stairs. right as you grab it he walks out. “okay let’s go!” you say pointing towards the stairs, bouncing on your toes. he rolls his eyes at you, grabbing his lighter off his desk, and a pencil off the floor, he gestures towards the stairs, you run up and quickly out the front door before his mom sees you. you hear her call out to him, “have a good day honey!” he slams the door shut.

you both walk towards the blue trans am. in the blue trans am, vic is the first to see you.

“holy shit” vic says, “look” he starts laughing.

“what?” henry says sharply and looks out his window. it’s you, sweet y/n, wearing hockstetter’s clothes and walking towards amy. “what the fuck?” henry says, belch chuckles “that fucking dog”

pat nods at the boys and you smile at them, patrick helps you slide into the car before hopping in himself. you’re sat inbetween vic and pat, “morning” you say letting out a yawn, “morning y/n” belch says, looking at you through the rear view mirror with a smile.

“are we fucking going or what?” henry says snippy, belch glances at him and nods, putting the gear in to drive and pulling out onto the road driving you to school. you lean your head on patrick’s shoulder and close your eyes. patrick looks down at you and smiles ever so slightly. his little bunny, he wonders if you might be real. probably not, but you’ll be a lot of fun to play with.

there’s this really old tumblr post about someone talking about solipsism with their friend and they said to their friend, “if everything around me is all my imagination, then you’re the best thing i’ve come up with” and in a version where patrick isn’t a psycho killer fafafa that would be a really cute thing for him to say

#it 2017 #henry bowers x reader #henry bowers #patrick hocksetter x reader #patrick hockstetter #vic criss x reader #vic criss #belch huggins x reader #belch huggins #the bowers gang x reader #bowers gang #it stephen king

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