#if you say a woman belongs in the home i think you should kill yourself

[radfemistry]

Why is the 1950’s the standard for ‘traditional’? Why not the 1930s, when women wore pants and had jobs? Why is that not traditional? Why do people only talk about tradition when it comes to a ‘woman’s place?’ Why don’t we grow our own food? That’s traditional, yet these people that love to talk of tradition love freezer meals. Why don’t we listen to traditional music? Why is it that men are so concerned with the role of women, why does traditionally come into play there? Why does no one talk about the fact that some women in the 1950s worked? Why is the 1950s housewife the ideal? I just don’t get it.

#if you want to put women into that role i don’t think you actually love women #any woman for that matter #if you say a woman belongs in the home i think you should kill yourself #radical feminism #this isn’t even radical but damn libfems are leaning into this. choice feminism is going to hurt all of us

[certifiedcallahanstan]

The memoir of a horny fangirl

chapter 2

Warnings: This is a pretty heavy chapter, it shows a really vulnerable side to Hazel and the shitty side of the reader. I had to get this chapter done, so the rest can be lighter and more *spicy*. The next chapter will get back to baseball hazel!!

This chapter contains: sa

It’s been a couple days since you had received the picture and you know you shouldn’t be upset, Hazel is a grown woman and is allowed to kiss whomever she wants, it’s not like you two are together anyways. That however doesn’t stop you from trying to avoid her.

P.J invites you to the coffee shop with Josie and Brittany to do quote on quote “studying” which really means she wants to talk to you all about her latest hook up.

Despite your initial reluctance, you find yourself getting caught up in the conversation.

“and i mean it wasn’t a fucking normal sized strap, that shit was like- fucking xxl” P.J moves her hands at least a feet apart from eachother trying to demonstrate the size and josie scrunches up her nose.

“I don’t need to hear that P.J, you keep that to yourself” she huffs and you cover your mouth trying to stop a laugh from escaping.

For a brief moment, the weight of your emotions regarding Hazel and the photo fade into the background as you lose yourself in the conversation until eventually Brittany convinces everyone that we should probably study.

You pull out your notes adorned with doodles of different sea creatures and facts about them when you hear a familiar voice approach the table.

“Hey guys” the voice that belongs to the shaggy brunette starts “Josie told me you all were studying and that..” she looks at her phone reading the text “We are about to kill P.J, please come before one of us commits a felony”

P.J just responds with a huff a mutters something along the lines of “you all are just mad i get more hoes” as Hazel pulls out a chair and joins the group.

You scoot slightly more away from Hazel hoping nobody will notice. unfortunately these chairs are millenniums old and makes and obnoxious screeching noise

You cringe inwardly, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up your cheeks as all eyes turn in your direction.

Hazel's gaze flickers briefly in your direction, her brow furrowing in confusion at the sudden noise.

"Sorry about that," you mumble, offering a sheepish smile as you try to play off the noise. "These chairs are... uh, not the most cooperative."

Everyone seems to accept that excuse as they get back to their previous tasks. You start shading in the sea creature you were previously drawing in your journal when you feel P.J looming over you.

“what the fuck knuckles is that” she says as she points at your drawing

you look down at a your notebook where you had draw what looks like a eel-shark hybrid

“it’s called a frilled shark” you start explaining as all eyes look at you “they get their name from the frilly appearance of their gill sets. In fact they’re one of the few sharks that eat their prey whole…”

You trail off awkwardly, realizing that you may have gone a bit overboard with your explanation when you see everyone blankly staring at you. Clearing your throat, you try to steer the conversation back on track.

"Anyway, um... yeah, it's just a cool creature I thought I'd draw," you finish lamely

“I think it’s sick”

you turn your head to the voice and see Hazel smiling at you “i mean a shark that moves like an eel?”

"Yeah, exactly!" you respond, a smile spreading across your face as you meet Hazel's gaze. "It's pretty fascinating how they've adapted to their environment."

fuck why does she have to be so damn irresistible.

your thoughts are cut off by the slamming of a text book and you see Brittany getting up “my brain feels all mushy, im going home to take a nap”

Josie nods, putting her computer in her back pack “i should probably get back to Isabel” and P.J mutters something about going to “fuck then duck” whatever that means.

Soon enough it’s just you and Hazel, you try to ignore the tension, but damn it’s so thick you could cut it with a knife.

For a moment, neither of you speaks, the silence stretching between you as you both seem lost in your own thoughts. You fidget nervously, unsure of what to say.

Finally, Hazel clears her throat, breaking the silence with a hesitant smile. "So... um, how have you been?" she asks, her voice soft and tentative.

You swallow, trying to push aside the swirling emotions that threaten to overwhelm you. "I've been okay," you reply, your voice slightly strained. "Just... you know, trying to stay busy with school and stuff."

and not making out with random red heads and getting chlamydia you add in your head.

Hazel nods, her gaze flickering briefly as she seems to search for the right words. "Yeah, I get that," she says quietly “hey um..have you been avoiding me? i’ve tried to text you but you haven’t answered and everytime i try to come up to you you walk the opposite direction”

your jaw clenches as you start putting everything in your shark printed back pack “what reason would i have to avoid you Hazel” your voice tinged with frustration and hurt.

she runs her ringed fingers through her hair and you try not to notice the prominent veins “that’s what i’m trying to figure out, did i do something?”

“not everything is about you callahan” you grunt out as you try to gather all your loose papers

“here let me help-“

“i don’t need your help” you shove her arm away and in the process her hand hits an open water bottle spilling water all over your notebook. the notebooks that has three years worth of research in it

A sense of panic washes over you as you scramble to salvage what you can, frantically wiping at the water with trembling hands. Hazel watches helplessly, her expression a mixture of concern and regret.

"I'm sorry," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to... I was just trying to..."

You cut her off with a sharp gesture, your own frustration boiling over as you struggle to contain your emotions. "Just... leave me alone, Hazel," you mutter, your voice thick with emotion.

she steps back as her eyebrows knit together “this wouldn’t have happened if you just let me help. Maybe instead of pushing people away talk to them”

You can see the hurt etched in her features, and for a moment, you feel a pang of guilt tug at your conscience.

"I'm sorry, I just..." you begin, your voice catching in your throat as tears threaten to spill from your eyes. With a heavy sigh, you toss your notebook into the trash and sling your backpack over your shoulder

"I have to go," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper as you turn away, unable to face Hazel in that moment. With each step you take, the distance between you and Hazel grows, the ache of regret gnawing at your heart.

Hazel just presses her lips together and nods before you see the same red head from the photo calling her name in an annoying high pitched voice.

You watch in silence as Hazel hesitates, her eyes briefly searching yours for any sign of a response. Before you can gather your thoughts, she turns away, putting on a fake smile as the red-headed girl approaches.

"What's up, Becca?" she says, her tone polite but strained, the artificiality of her smile not escaping your notice.

you turn away, knowing that it's not your place to intervene in Hazel's personal life. And also if you stayed there someone would be getting punched in the face, and here’s a hint. it wasn’t going to be you.

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“Did you say sorry at least?” Isabel ask as you lay upside down on her bed, letting the blood flow rush to your head to try to forget about what Josie now calls “they great water incident” that happened last week

"Yeah, I did," you reply with a sigh, your voice muffled from your upside-down position. “kinda.. i dunno. I mean you should’ve seen the way that becky, bexar, what ever the fuck her name is held onto her”

P.J shoves a handful of chips into her mouth and shrugs “i say kill the bitch”

Josie tosses a pillow at her face and huffs “We already have one murderous charge against us, we don’t need another”

Isabel nods in agreement. "Exactly. We'll figure this out without resorting to murder,"

“fine” P.J huffs holding her hands in the air “but just know that i know people”

“mhmm” you hum as you launch yourself back into an upright position on the bed stealing chips from P.J’s bowl.

As the group starts debating whether han solo or darth vader would be better in bed, you can’t help but wonder at this exact moment what hazel is doing.

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Hazel sits on her bed in her apartment talking about how the frilled shark can unhinge their jaw and eat prey at least twice their size as the red head sits and stares at her.

Hazel has never been one for social cues, she sincerely honestly thought that Rebecca just needed a friend, and sure they made out at the party but in her defense her face looked similar to yours in the midst of her 6 shots.

So here they are in Hazels apartment, Hazel blabbering about the eel-shark abomination (that she most definitely didn’t spend five hours researching after finding out about it)

“Rebecca? did you hear what i said” she stops and tilts her head with wide eyes

Rebecca nods and turns to Hazel “mhm- yeah the shark is like- long or some shit”

“you seem distracted” the brunette mutters “and it’s not called a long shark it’s called a frilled shark because-“ her sentence is interrupted when she hears Rebecca let out a drawn out sigh and move closer to Hazel.

“Yeah that’s kinda gross Hazey and i’m bored so how about we have some fun…”

“i don’t know what you mean-“ hazel starts before the girl lifts her shirt off and suddenly Hazel realizes why this girl has been being so nice to her.

"I... I don't think that's a good idea," Hazel stammers, her voice tinged with unease as she shifts uncomfortably on the bed.

“come on baby” Rebecca whines as she crawls into an unwilling Hazels lap “I’ve heard how good you are in bed”

And it’s true, Hazel was amazing in bed and she has had her fair share of hookups, but usually she knows about them before.

"Rebecca, I... I really don't think this is a good idea," Hazel insists, her voice shaky as she gently tries to push Rebecca away. "I'm not interested in anything like that right now."

“shhh” Rebecca whispers out as she slams her lips against Hazels and suddenly everything seems too much, Rebecca’s lips are wet, the lights are too bright, the AC is too loud. Panic grips her as she struggles to push Rebecca away, her thoughts a jumble of fear and confusion.

"Stop," Hazel manages to choke out, her voice barely audible over the rush of blood in her ears. She pushes against Rebecca's chest with all her strength, her heart pounding with urgency.

Rebecca pulls back, frustration evident on her face. "What's wrong?" she demands, her voice tinged with irritation.

Hazel's chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, her mind reeling with a flood of emotions. "I... I told you to stop," she says, her voice trembling

Rebecca's expression darkens, her features contorted with anger as she takes a step forward. "You're just playing hard to get,"

Hazel manages to push Rebecca off her lap and quickly stands up, putting some distance between them.

"I think it's best if you leave," she says firmly, her voice trembling slightly with the effort to maintain composure.

With a frustrated huff, Rebecca storms out of the room, leaving Hazel alone with her racing thoughts and pounding heart. As she sinks onto the bed she grabs her phone with shakey hands and presses your contact then the call button.

“Hey what’s up” your voice bellows out from Hazels phone

“Hey i don’t know what-“

“HAHA JK this is my voice mail, leave a message or don’t i don’t care” your voice interrupts and Hazel can’t help the tears that fall down her face

“Hey..i don’t know if you’ll see this but Rebecca was here and i thought we were just friends, i mean i know i kissed her but i was drunk and..anyways we were talking and-“ Hazels voice cracks “-and she climbed on me and i told her to get off but she didn’t and- and she kissed me and maybe it’s my fault but..i don’t know what the point of calling you is because i’m pretty sure you hate me. I dunno, i just needed to tell someone.”

She presses the hang up button and brings her knees to her chest letting out a sob. How could she have been so stupid? Flash backs of when her dad would buy her these new suits and buttons up because he knew you hated dresses, but then make her get dressed in front of him flashed back into her mind.

Despite her best efforts to push those memories aside, they continue to haunt her, casting a shadow over her as she cries herself eventually to sleep.

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it’s not until two days later that you see the voice mail, you’re sitting in your biology class with your airpod in when you click the play button.

“What the fuck?!” you blurt out when it finishes and suddenly all eyes are on you.

You smile sheepishly as you gather all of your belongings and rush out of the classroom calling P.J

after three rings she answers with a “I’m talking to this really hot chick so this better be important”

“You remember when we said that we weren’t going to kill anyone anymore”

P.J hums “well YOU ALL said that, i never actually agreed to it”

“Yeah well…it’s time for some killing..or at least seriously maiming”

as you explained the situation to P.J, the last thing she said before she hung up was

“let’s go kick some leprechaun ass”

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Okay so YOU didn’t kick some leprechaun ass, P.J insisted she could take Rebecca herself and you assuming it went well because as you were driving (well over the speed limit) to Hazels house you receive a message from P.J saying “i’m like 75% sure she’s still alive, anyways if police come questioning you, say a rabid bear attacked her”

You chose not to question her further.

You get to Hazels house and you take a deep breath, you’ve never been good at comforting people, usually you just pat their back and give them water. You assume that probably won’t work for this situation .

Taking a deep breath, you exit your car and make your way to Hazel's apartment. Each step feels heavier than the last, the weight of the situation bearing down on you with each passing moment.

you knock on the door three times fast, two slow, that was your signature knock for her since middle school. As the door swings open, you're greeted by the sight of Hazel, her eyes red-rimmed from tears. Without a word, you pull her into a tight embrace, holding her close.

“y-you came-“ Hazel mutters out as you pull away and she wipes her eyes

“yeah of course haze, im sorry i didn’t see the voice mail till today”

Hazel nods, her expression grateful as she steps back, allowing you to enter her apartment. As you settle into the living room, Hazel gestures for you to take a seat on the couch beside her. You can sense her hesitancy, so you squeeze her hand and softly smile.

“you can talk to me about whatever, you know that right haze?”

Hazel meets your gaze, her eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions—vulnerability, fear, and a glimmer of hope. With a shaky breath, she begins to recount the events of that night, pouring out her heart and soul to you.

And all you saw was fucking red. How the fuck could someone do this to her Hazel, her sweet, beautiful, funny Hazel?

Your heart pounds in your chest as Hazel's words sink in, each one feeling like a blow to your own sense of justice. Anger simmers beneath the surface as you listen to the betrayal she endured, your grip on her hand tightening instinctively.

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you meet Hazel's gaze with determination burning in your eyes. "Hazel, I am so sorry that you had to go through that," you say, your voice firm but gentle. "But I promise you, we will get through this together. I won't let anyone hurt you like that again."

Hazel coughs out a laugh and looks at you with wet eyes “That’s supposed to be my line”

You smile softly at her response, a flicker of warmth spreading through your chest. "Well, consider it borrowed for now," you say, returning her gaze with sincerity. "Because I mean every word of it. I'm here for you, Hazel, no matter what."

In that moment, as you sit together in quiet solidarity, you know that your bond with Hazel runs deeper than words can express. And with that unspoken understanding, you both find solace in each other's presence.

#hazel callahan #hazel callahan fanfiction #josie bottoms #wlw post #pj bottoms #bottoms 2023 #bottoms movie #hazel callahan x reader #Sad hazel callahan #annoying reader #it gets more interesting i promise #the reader gets less annoying in the next chapter #angst with a happy ending #heavy topics

[lizsos]

Chpater 3

Bad girl

Tw : Chapter contains extreme violence, strong language, uncomfortable, disturbing topics, gore , blood and death . None of these characters are real as for the names .please don't take this seriously .

(Enemies to lovers)

(Yandere bada)

(You've been warned .... )

"You know its getting late . We both know how dangerous it is at night especially around these streets" She gets a bit closer to you "How about I take you home with me ?" Bada seductively whispers in your ear .

As much as you wanted to punch this woman and beat her to death , you wouldn't allow yourself to do so . You don't want to deal with causing scene .

You giggle . "No thank you " you politely decline which seemed to annoy yet anger her . From the corner of your eye you see your target

David Kelvin

He was with two other woman . His arms were wrapped around both 0f their waists . You already knew what he was going to do , he walks towards the entrance of the club taking his leave . Bada followed your gaze . Once she spots the man you were looking at , she glares directly at him .

"Who the hell is that bastard ? Y/n should only be laying attention on me!"

She angrily thought to herself . You stand from the booth and face Bada

"It was nice meeting you . See you later love" you calmly say with a smile . You walk away from the booth and follow behind you target . Bada tries to stop you ,but you had already left .

Bada immediately calls her men , ordering them to go after you . His men searched around the building looking for you .

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You followed behind your target and his girls , keeping your distance . You stopped and watched as they walk towards a motel . A very old motel . You smirk "Your just making this easy for me" you wait until they enter a room and lock the door .

As you walk towards the door , you were to busy thinking how you were going to kill him . However , you didn't see a car pulling up to the motel parking lot .

"Shes right there boss" the driver reports to the woman in the back of the car who is directly staring at y/n ."I don't understand why we had to follow her boss ,she's just some whore looking for money and di-" the man in the passenger seat was cut off as hand was on his neck ,cutting of his air ways . The look on Bada's face was cold and dark ,She tightens the grip on the man's neck .

"Don't you dare say disgusting things about her ,Do you understand?"

The main rapidly nods . She lets go and and focuses her gaze on y/n . She completely ignored the man coughing harshly .

Your face turns into pure disgust as he she cam hear "sounds" in the room . "I'm not payed enough to be dealing with this type of shit...." you quietly say .

You pull out your gun that was hidden in your dress . You kick on the doorknob , instantly breaking the door wide open . You received their attention.

"David Kelvin" . You say with a calm tone . David sits up from the bed , startless. The girls scream in horror as they see you holding a gun . He glares at ypu but his expression soon drops once he sees your clan crest . He's now frightened .

"You... you work for that bitch!" He yelled . "Indeed , you should have thought of the consequences before competing your actions. Especially taking the belongings of my boss" you point your gun at him

" This is the end of the line for you "

BANG!

You pulled the trigger and shoot him directly in the head . The girls scream in horror as they see now dead man who was alive a few second ago . Blood decorated the headboard of the room ,blood trading down his bullet wound . The girls push last you running out of the room . You follow behind them .

They scream for help , running and knocking on every room , but here in the Streets of Scarlet nobody really cares since people don't want to be involved in other situations.

BANG!

BANG!

Both of the girls fall limp on the floor . You sigh and walk back in to the room .

Well now I have to get rid of these three. Wonderful.' You sarcastically  thought to yourself. Looking around you spot the girl's purses. The curiosity took the best of you, you checked both of their bags. Looking through their bag you find out information about them. The first you killed was a worker of the night. The other was a worker who forced men and women into prostitution.

You couldn't help but smile as you got rid of another monster off the streets. You look through the room and spotted many weapons on the table and seats. A machete. You grabbed it and walk towards the man.

"That old hag will be pleased once she receives your head."

Bada smirks as she sees you repeatedly bring the machete up and down on the corpses neck. She had to admit, seeing you covered in blood, holding that weapon, it turned her on. "Ive seen that clan crest before...She works for that old woman. She's a dangerous one boss. Are you sure about this?" The driver questions Bada . Bada's smirk turns even darker. She knew she had to have you.

"Ive made my choice and I'm sure about it. Besides... I don't tind a little danger."

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After beheading the man, you put the head in the bag. You heard a ding go off.

Nana

Did you finish the job?'

Y/n

"The job's done. Send someone to pick me up'

Nana

'Wonderful! I knew I could count on you! Send me the location and I'll send someone immediately.

You send the location and continue with the job.

A car suddenly pulls up to the motel. You hear the engine turn off. Walking out the room, you groan in annoyance as you see a woman coming out of the driver's seat. Let's just say this is the last person you wanted to see. "Hey doll face, it's been a while." The woman sends you a wink. "Should've kept it that way. " You say. "Aren't you harsh~" She seductively says. "Shut it Kristen . Help me get rid of these two." You point at the two dead girls.

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"Who the hell is this woman?!' Bada tells herself. Anger filling her veins. Getting the job done, you go back to the room to retrieve the bag. You were about to open the passenger door when a hand prevents you to do so.

You turn around to see your pinned by none other than Kristen . One hand besides your head and the other on your thigh. "We have some time to orselves. What do you say Y/N?" This wasn't the first she's done this to you. You glare at her.

"Kristen , I swear if you don't get in the damn car ill choke you to death. Here and now." "Kinky~" She replies. You pinch her thigh Hard. "Ouch! I was only kidding." She playfully whines. You roll your eyes and push her off you. "Let's go before you end up like him." You say as you point at the bag, referring to the beheaded man.

Kristen chuckles. "As long as you're the one doing it, I don't mind." She winks at you once again. "You're sick." "Says the woman who shot three people and beheaded one of them " She snapped back. "Touché." You respond giggling a bit. She chuckles. You both get in the car and drive off.

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"Follow them."

"But boss-" the driver is soon interupted. "NOW!" Bada angrily commands. The driver nods and follows you behind. One thing that most members of a clan or mafia gang must know..

Never anger the boss.

Bada promised herself she was going to kill kristen for talking to you, flirting with you, touching you. Oh how she wished she would have killed Kristen right there on the spot. Yet she had to wait. The patience was killing her . She knew you were going to be hers

Soon....

"Nobody touches what belongs to me...'

Nobody touches my woman...'

'Nobody touches my Y/N!"

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First of i wanna say bada is a yandere in this story

Second off this bada ff is an enemies to lovers

Lastly Kristen and y/ns relationship is a love-hate one ... for now

Thats it I think for chapter, I seriously faced a lot of trouble writting it 😅 there will probably be mistake here and there so I apologise for that this chpater was slightly much longer than the first and second chapter so I hope this pays off . Thank you

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#bada lee #bada lee x y/n #swf2 #bada lee x reader #mafia #mafia au #jam republic #enemies to lovers #bada imagine

[pascaloverx]

Hit The Road

Chapter Five

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Summary: You are a hunter of supernatural beings who is forced to experience a new reality: being a vampire. The only thing stronger than your thirst for blood is your thirst for revenge.

Author's note: the characters mentioned here were created by Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec, based on the book series of the same name by author L. J. Smith. They don't belong to me. That said, this fanfic will be short. This fanfic may address scenes of violence, inappropriate language and adult content. Minors should not interact with this story.

Something inside you said that finding Elena wouldn't be a completely good experience. You glanced at Damon, wondering whether you should go down to talk to her.

"Shouldn't you go down to see who arrived, or are you afraid your girlfriend will find out what you do when she's not at home?" You say teasing Damon, who at that moment seems to be thinking about what to do.

"Damon, are you there?" A feminine voice asks, seeming to come towards Damon's room. You feel something strange, a sense of déjà vu. And then, another vision fills you.

You're walking quickly, leaving this place in the middle of a forest that resembles a hunting cabin. You seem to be crying when Damon appears in front of you.

"Damon, stop chasing me. Go back to your perfect life with Elena and hope the clan doesn't find out you're in Mystic Falls. As for the rest, our matters are done." You speak hurriedly, as if escaping from Damon.

"It's strange that someone loves you and tells you to choose to be with someone else." Damon speaks somewhat confusedly.

"Who said I love you?" You say, still angry with Damon.

"Tell me why else wouldn't you kill a being that is basically your mortal enemy?" Damon says holding you, you then point to the crossbow that was in your hands. You want him to fear dying by your hands, but both that you don't plan to kill him using the crossbow. If you wanted to kill him, you would have done it already.

"Maybe I feel sorry for you. In love with the same woman for centuries, idolizing her image like someone idolizing a god. Don't try to interpret my compassion Damon, I have no interest in loving you." You lie, you know damn well you're lying but seeing Damon doubt his feelings is the only thing that will keep you two both sane.

You regain consciousness in Damon's arms, it feels like you must have fainted while having yet another vision. There's a woman with long brown hair looking at you like you're very complicated math question. You imagine she must be Elena. You then silently get up from Damon's arms.

"Are you well?" The woman asks with an almost relieved expression, maybe she thought I was dead or maybe she's relieved that I'm out of the man's arms that she loves.

"I'd be better off with a good glass of whiskey in my hand but I'm fine." You answer and she seems surprised by the answer, so you watch Damon smile after your answer.

"Damon never mentioned about having a visit so I came in without knocking. My name is Elena by the way." Elena says as she approaches Damon, you notice that she must be a little afraid to find a woman in his room. Something about you makes you sad to notice that Elena and Damon still care for each other.

"My name is Y/N. I'm an old friend of Damon and Stefan. And sorry for the sudden fainting, I've been going through the transition to vampire life recently." You compose yourself completely and feel uncomfortable being in Damon's room.

"And no one is helping you adapt to your new life?" Elena asks.

"The Salvatore brothers rightly offered to help. That's why I'm here." You respond looking at Damon who seems to like the excuse arranged for your presence in the house.

"If you need wise advice or tips, you can talk to me. My transition wasn't easy either. Even though I didn't I don't remember having blackouts and fainting but it could be a different one for each one." Elena says smiling, you then understand why Damon keeps her around. She seems like a good person.

"I appreciate your offer. I'll leave you two alone." You say leaving Damon's room as quickly as possible. You don't want to imagine what they have to talk about or what they will do inside. But you realize there's nothing you can do. And you do not get bored. You then decide to go after Stefan. You knock on his bedroom door once and he answers. He's shirtless, which makes you a little shy.

"Did you come here to watch me?" Stefan asks giving you a mischievous smile.

"You didn't invite me in then..." You respond trying to compose yourself. He approaches, his face just inches away from yours. You then wonder what you should do. Stefan, brings his lips closer to yours, giving you a long kiss. You return the kiss as if you needed it to distract your mind. But unfortunately another vision takes over you.

You're walking in the same forest as before, this time alone. You hear someone following you, so you run towards the cabin where would have weapons to defend yourself. Your heart, still human, beats strongly and your breath almost disappears. You end up falling, almost hurting your foot. Then something throws you against a tree close to where you were.

"I thought we had a deal, you stay out of harm's way and I don't have to get involved in your relationship with Damon." Stefan says while holding your neck tightly.

"Be careful, sweetheart, if you continue like this I'll think you've fallen in love with me." You respond smiling a little, Stefan doesn't seem to like it very much.

"I should never have gotten involved with you. Now I have to keep wondering when my brother will find out that his girlfriend and I fucked like rabbits before he met her." Stefan speaks with trepidation, and you smile.

"I'm not the first woman you and your brother have been interested in. Not to mention that I'm not his girlfriend. Elena or Katherine or anyone who looks like her is. Now either you take off your clothes or get out of my sight." You say and then you and Stefan start kissing intensely.

You wake up from this vision without fainting but you abruptly move away from Stefan who looks at you in surprise. You then quickly run away from him.

#damon x reader #damon salvatore fanfiction #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore #stefan x reader #stefan salvatore x reader #tvdu #the vampire diaries #tvd smut #tvd angst #tvd fanfiction #tvd #spotify #hunter au #Spotify

[purplelupins]

What Kind of Man

|Better Call Saul|

Lalo Salamanca x fem!reader

Summery: Reader waits for Lalo to come home and takes the feeling between her thighs into her own hands…and gets a surprise.

Warnings: daddy kink(word papi used, but not daddy) sort of pet play, ownership of a person, use of a person as payment for a debt, fingering, obedient reader, older man/ younger woman, obsessive Lalo, possessive Lalo, unhealthy relationship dynamics

Notes: Look I was messy as hell and talking to my friend and she gave me a prompt to get my horny out and this happened. Enjoy!

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE THIS IS A NSFW STORY HOLY HELL GO AWAY

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There was a stillness to the air that made your skin feel akin to static charged velvet. You mind spun and dragged simultaneously leaving your chest feeling uncomfortable and tight. You watched the clock on the wall as it ticked to 4:17 pm; it had been nine hours since you had seen that enigmatic menace of a man who kept you as his.

There was a certain kind of fear he inflicted in those around him- a predisposition of sorts that he had. You had always supposed part of it came from his last name, but you knew that was barely it at all. No, Lalo Salamanca didnt need his last name to drive horror and anxiety into the hearts of even those close to him. All he needed was his unmatched charm to mask his lack of remorse and a gun to sit comfortably in his rough hands.

And while you too used to feel that uncomfortable edge in his presence, you loved those hands of his- blood on them or not…figuratively or not.

The clock ticked again.

You sighed. He was usually home by then…he’d have you wrapped in his arms, sat at his desk on his lap or beside him in his car with his hand on your thigh.

But not today. You didn’t like to think about how quickly that man had shouldered his way into your heart and mind; it made you feel weak. But if having Lalo as the man to care for you meant you were weak…so be it.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t give you what you wanted. He did, mostly. All he asked for in return was your simple obedience. To Lalo, however, obedience did not just mean “do as I say”…it was a lifestyle. It was about loyalty.

Should you ever get taken, you were to be killed rather than betray Lalo Salamanca.

Should anyone ever attempt to lay a hand on you, violent or sexual, you are to remain loyal to Lalo Salamanca.

Should your life be in danger with Lalo by your side, you are to listen to only the words of Lalo Salamanca.

You were his, and he took his role very seriously. Lalo didn’t take your relationship lightly. He might have laughed about you being practically a pet when someone made a comment, but that night said person wound up dead. You were a contract, and he intended to maintain his end.

If you did this, he let you feel as if he held the world in his palm for you. His little princessa.

The thought alone had you clench your thighs as you wandered back through the house to your room.

The soft mattress dipped under you as you laid down.

You missed him. You always missed him.

“Lalo…lalo…laalo.” You murmured his name to yourself, trying out difference sounds as a distraction.

It wasn’t your fault you belonged to a man like him, but you did belong to him, and keeping yourself entertained was a part of it.

You missed his brown eyes that glittered even in the darkest rooms. You missed his scent that would engulf you; his arms that held you or braced him above you as he slipped inside you…

Your cheeks began to burn as you thought of the man. It wasn’t as if he kept you under lock and key…you had plenty of space to roam within the compound, but you missed his company that would bring the place to life. You swore even the birds chirped louder when he was there- they were his too. Everything was his.

You placed your hands on your stomach, and played with the fabric of your sun dress. It was a pretty little yellow one Lalo had brought you one night after being away longer than usual. You thought about what he had done to you after you had opened the box…you had had to wash the entire bed spread that night.

As your mind wandered you felt a familiar warmth begin to burn in your lower tummy, right under your belly button. You could feel your clit begin to pulse as if on instinct as you thought of the man who owned you. Your hand began to wander down your stomach to your hips where you drew up your dress around your waist; your finger trancing the top of your sweet little white panties that were now almost transparent with how much you were soaking them.

The image of Lalo leaning over you entered your mind, and you bit the inside of your cheek as you slipped your hand under the waistband. You gasped as you traced around your clit- already so sensitive. It was a mindless movement to slip your hand further down to your slit, which was now a soaked mess. You mewled in the quiet room, your hips bucking up into your hand as your other one squeezed your breast and smoothed down your stomach. Every touch sending your skin alight, your muscles twitching.

You eased your finger inside your cunt, and whined sadly at how poorly it filled you. Trying to add a second one did almost nothing to satisfy-

“Look at what we have here…”

You bolted up and withdrew your hands from yourself like you were a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

Lalo was already fully seated in a chair across the room, his eyes bright and playful. You noted a few splashes of blood that were now turning brown on his yellow shirt. No wonder he was in a good mood.

You hoped he noticed you had chosen to match him after he left that morning. The colour of sunshine.

“Don’t stop for me, pretend-“ he got up, dragging the chair with him and spun it, “-like I’m not even here, niña.” He straddled the seat and rested his arms on the back that now sat against his chest, leaning forward to gaze at you intently.

Your cheeks were flushed, and your body ached to jump into his arms to soak in his warmth; the worst part was he knew it. He knew you wanted to get yourself drunk on his scent. He knew you wanted him to make you cum, wanted him to murmur filth into your ears. But you had touched yourself without him, and he wasn’t about to let you off the hook instantly.

“Off you go.” He nodded his head, eyes alight and smile dangerous.

You nodded and sat up on the pillows, the setting sun had turned the room orange, and you suddenly felt so much warmer; perhaps his honeyed gaze had something to do with it.

Who were you kidding? Of course those eyes had something to do with it.

They had everything to do with it.

Those fucking eyes were why you were where you were in the first place. After he had hooked you with those eyes months ago, all he had had to do was flash you that smile of his and you had been done for, whether you liked it or not. It wasn’t as if you had a choice, but his charm had defibeky made the transition much easier.

If it hadn’t been for your father owing Lalo money, you wouldn’t be there. If Lalo hadn’t brought up what a pretty little thing you were; if your father hadn’t jumped at the chance to settle the debt with you in place of the cash…you would have still been in your own home. Hell you might not have been alive if you father put off paying Lalo back another week.

Your gaze met his as you slipped your hand back under your soaked panties and he tutted you.

“Ah, ah…show me.” He said, pointing to the fabric covering you. The older man’s scolding tone made your head dizzy with the need to please him.

You obediently moved them to the side so he could see you fuck your fingers back inside yourself. The feeling just wasn’t the same without him…but having any touch there was better than none. Your breathing began to get heavier, and a shiver ran up your spine when you noticed his did too.

Your fingers spread you open as you fought to pleasure yourself; you barely reached your gspot, making you buck up into your palm to gain some friction on your clit. The little touch had you gasping after teasing yourself so much, but it wasn’t enough. Evidently your creased brows and pout were enough for Lalo to know exactly what torture you were experiencing.

“Nothing like papi’s cock, is it?” He rumbled, pupils blow wide. Lalo liked seeing you whimpering for his touch; not that be needed the validation, it was simply amusing to him.

You shook your head, but didn’t dare stop. Lalo smirked, and slowly stood, walking around to where you laid and sat beside you. His stare had you entranced as he took your wrist and pulled your fingers from your cunt, and brought them to his mouth. Your lips parted as he sucked your slick off, his warm tongue gently lapping.

“How about I show you how to do it, pequeña? You’d like that, hm?” He murmured casually, as if his large, calloused hand wasn’t already pushing your thighs apart even more.

You nodded. “Y-yes please, Pa-Papi. Please.” The voice that came from you was barely a squeak.

He grinned, and held the index and middle fingers of his left hand up to your mouth, “Get them nice and wet for me.”

It was almost embarrassing how quickly you welcomed them into your mouth, lapping at them like you would a lollipop or other candy. Lalo took his hand from your lips and leaned over you as he dipped his hand under your panties; the heat from his large hand made you twitch into his palm, and he chuckled at your neediness.

“Look at you…all ready for me.” His voice had gained an edge to it as he stroked through your soaked folds.

“How’s that, niña?” He purred, breathing in your air as he began to weigh down on you, enjoying how you bucked your hips while he swirled his finger around your already swollen clit.

You tried your best to get a sound out but the most you could get out was a whine and a very breathy “G-good…”. Lalo grinned wider, and leaned down to lick into your mouth as he continued to play with your aching cunt like a little toy. The older man could feel you begin to quiver and shake. He inscreased the pressure his finger had on you and steadily mapped out your entire cunt like his thick cock wasn’t straining painfully in his jeans. Leisurely. Slowly.

An intense pressure began to build inside you where the heat used to be, and you began pawing at his shoulders. Lalo sunk down onto you, his chest against yours as he continued to tongue-fuck your mouth. “Such a good girl…feels good, huh?” He rasped, his accent coming thicker and thicker as he began to lose his composure.

You nodded and whined helplessly while that scolding hot coil inside you tightened like a vice. Strangling your insides.

“Cum for me…make papi proud, niña.” The older man eased his index finger inside you, and stroked your gspot effortlessly as he filled you, and before you could nod frantically, you were seeing stars. Your moan was swallowed into his throat as you clenched around him impossibly tight, rabbiting your hips up to fuck your self on his thick finger. “That’s it…there you go…atta girl.” He murmured pressing his hard cock against your thigh absentmindedly.

You cried out as he continued to stroke you through your orgasm, your cum drenching his hand. Then, as your whines settled, he stopped his movements, and pulled away from you. You didn’t even hear him start to unbuckle his belt. “Now why don’t you keep those legs open so papi can feel good too, hm?” He rumbled against you.

All you could do was nod.

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@mandowifey

@theroadreader2

#lalo salamanca #eduardo salamanca #better call saul #breaking bad #Drabble #Lalo Salamanca x reader #Lalo Salamanca/reader #tony dalton

[tan1shere]

Could you write a Young Miko story where she notices the reader is being distant. And when she asks it’s because of hate she’s receiving online and she’s not used to it. Like Miko comforting the reader maybe? So cute to think about.

My Angel

Young Miko x female reader !

A/n: Your wish is my command my love ! I especially find this fitting right now, so I hope this helps whoever reads it when you're facing hurtful people <3

Warnings: none, comfort only !!! Buttt maybe a bit of hate and language ? Small breakdown ?

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It rang through your brain constantly. You couldn't get rid of those same words. Over. And over. Miko had noticed this change in you, she didn't know what was exactly going on but today she decided to get it out of you. You were drifting from her, it hurt her as she missed you. You knew the 'perks' of being with someone in the public eye, it wasn't as easy as you had thought. You were so confident that any hate you got you'd be able to handle it, ignore it even. Boy were you wrong. It kept on going, nonstop of how you didn't deserve her, how they'd be better. That, you could handle. You knew miko chose you for a reason. She wouldn't be here if she didn't want to be. But it started getting more brutal. Little details you even hated about yourself, they'd mention it.

Then it got to the worst of the worst kind of hate. The 'kill yourself' and so on. It was getting to you near the end. You couldn't handle it anymore.

As you sat watching TV, you couldn't stop thinking about this one message you got. "Miko is just sorry for you, she doesn't love you, I mean look at yourself. You don't belong here or even in this world at that point. Go kill yourself." It played in your mind all day, a little voice chanting it. You couldn't let the last part consume you, but you were beginning to let it just happen. We're they truly right? It was tricking your brain into thinking it was. All the voices, all the messages. You couldn't think properly. You get a tap on your shoulder, it was Miko. She was finally home. You look at her, a bit startled but your expression changed back to its gloomy self.

Although you didn't look sad per say, your demeanor was cold, off-putting. "What's up with you lately?" She just asks at random. You furrow your brows, keeping looking at her. "What do you mean?" Fiddling with your fingers, you kept looking at her. But you couldn't bare it. "You've been so distant, have I done something?" She wonders, sitting beside you. You just shake your head. "So is there something?" Now you look to the side, such a stupid give away but you could feel tears pooling and you didn't want to look stupid. She gently grabs your face, and you curse because when she does a warm liquid comes down your face.

There was no stopping them, they had been bottled up inside for far too long. "Shhh, talk to me." She brings you close rubbing your hair. "Please? Im really worried." She continues speaking, doing her same actions. You couldn't form words, you sob and sob. But her sweet heart understands completely, she takes her time with you. Knowing that whatever it was wasn't easy. Gentle touches on your hair and your cheek as you rest your head on her should. Your crying had subsidied thankfully. Your eyes stung so you just closed them. "Want to tell me what's up mama?" Her tone was soft, and comforting. "I've, been getting quite a lot of messages.." You spoke quietly, feeling your throat hurt also. Having let so much emotion out you were just genuinely tired. "What messages love?" A sigh escapes your lips. You grab your phone to just show her as it'd be easier.

She reads everything, comments, dms, posts. It hurt her, not only were they being cruel to the woman she loved, but her own fans. "It's so hurtful." Your quiet voice speaks up. "I know, I know.." She sighs now. "You don't deserve any of this, you've hardly been in anything anyway, this is so disgusting." You hated the fact she was still reading the stuff, you could see how upset she was about the whole situation. You grab your phone gently, setting it aside. "I didn't want to worry or upset you-" She shakes her head. "I'm glad you told me. Although I wish you would've done it a bit sooner, I'm glad I know now." You nod. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you til now." She kisses your forehead. "I chose you for a reason, none of these hating loosers." You smile as she speaks a small laugh coming out of you. "There she is." Shes the one smiling now, you blush at her words. "Keep that, it suits you." She refers to your smile. "Oh Miko. How'd I get so lucky." You put your head back onto her shoulder.

"How did I get so lucky with you." She rubs your arm, as a comfortable silence approaches. "Don't listen to them from now on yeah? And if there's anymore, please tell me. Its no good keeping it to yourself like that." You nod and smile at her. "I'm glad you chose me." "I'm glad I chose you too my angel."

#young miko x reader #young miko #young miko fluff

[ctitan98official]

Alcina blinds Y/N in one eye and kidnaps them angst part 2

Alright, this is an insane au to write for and I wanted to return to it! Read the first part here! Let’s get into it!

It was a fucking nightmare. Everything in your life was just fine… Until it wasn’t.

Your house was cozy and warm as midnight consumed the tiny village. Elena was asleep on your chest and Hope slumbered in her crib at the foot of your bed. You dozed peacefully as you held your wife and dreamed of your family’s happy life together. You were all so blissfully unaware of what was about to happen. How could things turn so bad so quickly?

Suddenly, a horrible crash sounded from the first floor. Someone had broken in. You and Elena immediately bolted up in bed and little Hope began to cry loudly, startled.

Your family is in danger. You see red.

You immediately begin to make a plan and figure out how you should proceed. You need to keep your family safe, no matter what. Elena and Hope are all that matter right now. “Take the baby and get to the bathroom! Lock the door behind you!” You tell Elena. You grab the old fishing knife you keep in your bedside table, for situations such as this, and silently thank your past self for the forethought. It might not be much, but you can at least defend yourself.

You climb out of bed and move towards the bedroom door, but Elena takes your hand. “Y/N! Don’t fight whoever that is! Come with us!” She begs.

You look at her for a moment, thinking through your options, but you can hear… Something making its way up the stairs. Whatever it is… It’s not human. Harsh shrieks and chirps fill the house. You shake your head at Elena’s plea. “No, babe. I’ll hold them off,” You tell her. You’re going to do everything you can to fend off the intruders before they even have a chance to get to your family.

“I love you, Elena. I love you, Hope,” You say and press quick kisses to their heads. “Go into the bathroom and climb out of the window and down the trellis.” You tell Elena.

Elena is sobbing, but nods and does as you ask. You’re right. She needs to protect her daughter. “We love you so much, Y/N,” She weeps.

Your heart breaks at having to leave your wife and daughter. Fuck. Why is this happening? Haven’t you been through enough?

Elena holds Hope tight as she closes and locks the bathroom door. She begins trying to open the window, but it’s stuck and giving her trouble. She frantically does her best to get it to open.

Meanwhile, you burst out of your room and into the hallway, only to see… Twisted corpse-like figures swiping aggressively at you with rusted weapons. What the fuck are these things? They move relatively slowly so you begin to take them out one by one. You hack them to bits violently, making sure they stay down before moving on. Surprisingly, things go relatively well for a while. You are making progress on the undead swarm that is infesting your home… That is until you get downstairs and peer out of the destroyed entryway of your house. You see someone looming at your front door. Someone you never expected to see again.

Alcina.

You know she’s behind all of this. What’s her game? You point your knife at her in anger. “Get the hell away from my family! I’ll kill you, bitch!” You rage.

Alcina adopts a rather neutral expression. She calmly clasps her hands in front of her. “Draga… It’s time for you to come home now. You’ve had your fun out on your own, but you belong to me,” She says. “Plus, I think it’s time for me to meet my new daughter. Don’t you?” She asks with a predatory grin.

Your eyes widen in disbelief. Her new… Daughter? She can’t possibly mean Hope. “What the fuck are you talking about?” You sneer.

Alcina smirks before turning to one of those mangled creatures to get its attention. “Bring me the woman and the baby,” She commands.

Your heart drops to your stomach. “NO! No, leave my wife and child alone!” You howl. You quickly run to try and attack the creature before it can get to Elena and Hope, but Alcina easily picks you up by the collar and slams you against the side of your house.

“Ahh, fuck!” You cry out in pain. “Stop!” You plead, tears streaming down your face.

Alcina sighs. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be, Y/N,” She says, actually seeming somewhat sad about what she’s doing to you and your family. But… She also has a resolute gleam in her eye. She believes this is necessary for her to get you back. Forever.

You’ve got the wind knocked out of you and your vision becomes blurry as Alcina harshly presses you up against the wall.

Eventually, you hear Elena shriek from the house and you try to keep your eyes open, to figure out a way to fix all of this.

The horrible creature from before shuffles out of the house, maintaining a tight grip on Elena’s shoulders to keep her from running. Elena had just managed to open the bathroom window and began to climb out when the creature took her. She was so close… Her heart aches with guilt that she couldn’t get away and save her baby.

“No, please! My baby! Don’t do anything to my baby!” Elena sobs.

Alcina purses her lips as she sees the woman who stole your heart. She’s jealous. She looks back at you and growls. How could you choose this simple villager over her? She loses her temper. She once again slams your head against the wall of the house, effectively dazing you. She seethes for a moment before she finally releases her hold on your neck.

You slump to the ground, too dizzy to get up.

Alcina makes her way over to Elena, who is still weeping. She towers over her small, prone form. “Shut up, girl!” She spits and scoops Hope right out of her arms.

“NO!” Elena cries as she struggles against the creature still holding her tightly. Hope… Her precious baby… “Help! Somebody help me!” She yells, wanting nothing more than to hold you and Hope again.

Alcina scoffs at Elena’s tears. “Nobody can help you now, girl,” She says quietly. She looks down at Hope, who is loudly wailing, and gently bounces her in her arms. “It’s alright, draga,” She whispers. She then looks up and snaps her fingers. All of the remaining creatures circle around her at the sound. “Do what you will with this woman… Just make sure that I never see her again,” She orders.

Alcina turns back to you and sees that you are almost unconscious. You don’t know what’s going anymore as your vision continues to fade. Your head is bleeding badly and you need medical attention.

Alcina goes to pick you up in her other arm and begins taking you and Hope back to the castle. She doesn’t want either of you to be present for what’s about to happen to Elena.

Hope is still crying her little eyes out, but Alcina shushes her and talks to her calmly. “You’re alright, my love. Mama’s here,” She tells her and leans down to kiss her nose. Alcina can’t help but marvel at how much Hope looks like you. She is smitten with the little girl.

Despite the circumstances, Alcina’s maternal actions actually soothe Hope and she relaxes a bit into the vampiress’ hold, feeling warm and safe in her presence.

As Alcina takes you both back to castle Dimitrescu, Elena’s screaming is eventually cut short by a sickening snap.

Alcina smirks. This part of her plan worked perfectly. Now onto the next phase…

Note: Why, Alcina… How very villain of you T^T I chose to have Alcina use the Moroaice instead of the girls because I didn’t want them to do those horrible things lol. I hope you enjoyed!

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#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 #re8 village #re8 lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #alcina dimitrescu x reader #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil #resident evil imagines #lady dimitrescu x y/n #angst #angst drabble #elena lupu #elena lupu x reader

[incorrect-nevermore]

I’ve been thinking about Annabel being possibly a yandere for Lenore, What type of yandere do you think she would be? She most likely would be a manipulative yandere (that’s a bit of a given) and maybe would try to isolate Lenore to some degree and wouldn’t just randomly kill anybody who even dares to look at Lenore weirdly. But I do say Monty better watch out because he might not survive to see another day-

@likeastars has a yandere Annabel au!! But in that one she’s just completely unhinged :D.

But a “calmer” more manipulative than violent yandere Annabel is a VERY interesting idea, especially if it’s a love at first sight deal.

Maid: And this is the Lady Lenore.

Annabel, silently screeching at a frequency that only bats can hear: It-it’s a pleasure to meet you.!

Lenore, taking her hand: Please, the pleasure is all mine may I just ask Miss-.. You’re awfully red, are you alright-?

Annabel, shaking and VERY confused about a LOT of things: PERFECTLY FINE-

Annabel goes home is just “She is just a unusual woman, who has happened to catch a little bit of my interest. I am so normal about this Lenore Vandernacth.”

Sorry, I know this was meant to be a genuine ‘Annabel is low-key insane’ ask with a side of angst but all i can think about is a love sick Annabel making an absolute FOOL of herself over Lenore immediately after meeting her.

Speed running the story here by having Annabel be unable to repress the gay and be about 35% more mentally ill.

Annabel, the next day: Mr Vandernacth? I was wondering, if you could tell a bit about Lenore, before she fell ill to hysteria?

Thaddeus: Oh, well.. she played the piano, did hunting and fencing oh! Annabel! Dear, are you alright, you’ve a nosebleed, I’ll call a maid-

Annabel, who fucking blacked out at the thought of Lenore with a sword: -Yes, please, but don’t worry yourself, sir, it’s nothing-

Alright, the angst part of my imagination has started to work.

This Annabel, who hates the sight of her dear Lenore all cooped up in this place, not allowed to leave. Oh, her heart breaks when she tells her how she was always so sad and lonely before Annabel!

What a horrible thing is anything that brings misery to her dear Lenore! But, oh.. how she loves having Lenore all to her self, all her attention, thoughts and feelings, after all, she has no one else to give them to.

Oh, how she loves the way Lenore holds on to her for dear life, all day and tries so hard to keep her around just a bit longer when she must leave. The way her voice weakens as she asks “Will you be back again?” Cause she needs to have Annabel back again. She loves to look sad a brief second l, watching Lenore’s face fall, so devastated to have Annabel taken away, before showing her smile and saying “Of course I will, pet!” And kissing her cheek as goodbye. Taking a quick glance back to see Lenore’s joyful expression of comfort that she’ll be back tomorrow. The expression that tells her Lenore will wait eagerly for her return the rest of the night and the hours of the morning, till she’s back. The expression that tells she will be the only thing on Lenore’s mind, even when she’s not there.

She likes it this way She likes how she the most important part of her Lenore’s day, how most of her time likely revolves around Annabel, how she’s the main cause of Lenore’s joy, how she doesn’t have to share her with anyone. Not the rest of the world, not the rest of high society, not some random bachelors, not even any friends or family. Lenore’s love, attention, and thoughts all belong to her.

She likes it this way. After if Lenore occupies, all of her thoughts at every second of every hour of every day, then should Annabel not have the same effect on her?

#yandere Annabel but like less violent and more manipulative #and Lenore isn’t insane like her this time #nevermore webtoon #yandere au but chiller #white raven #lenore vandernacht #annabel lee whitlock #ask

[memestockpile]

the passion (1987) feel free to change as needed.

odd to be so governed by an appetite.

he liked me because i am short.

i can manage.

the others call me a dandy.

i'm telling you stories. trust me.

do it from the heart or not at all.

we're a lukewarm people for all our feast days and hard work.

will you kill people, [name]?

new to it, lad? don't be afraid.

what is luck but the ability to exploit accidents?

perhaps all romance is like that.

help me, you bitch.

what happened to your head?

you're like i was.

christ said he came not to bring peace but a sword, remember that.

i have a way with priests.

do you ever think of your childhood?

never talk happiness with a philosopher.

dinner's ready.

i like my anonymity.

time is a great deadener.

i don't care about the facts, [name], i care about how i feel.

i take what there is and i've stopped asking questions about where it comes from.

walking in the dark is like swimming underwater, except you can’t come up for air.

aristocrats are not relevant.

i'd never take a woman without giving her time to comb her hair.

then you'll come as my friend.

this year is slipping away and it will never return.

they say that every snowflake is different.

there is only the present and nothing to remember.

wherever love is, i want to be.

found it behind the altar. they always keep a good drop for themselves.

the body shuts down when it has too much to bear.

rumor has it that the inhabitants of this city walk on water.

with faith, all things are possible.

there's no knife can get through that.

i don't hate the french. i ignore them.

beware the dice and games of chance.

i come from a hairy family.

it suits you.

darkness and death are not the same. the one is temporary, the other is not.

you see, i am no stranger to love.

my heart is a reliable organ.

there are stranger things.

religion is somewhere between fear and sex.

bridges join but they also separate.

i never go to confession.

god doesn't want us to confess, he wants us to challenge him.

anything now to relieve the ache.

learn to look after yourself. don't rely on the good natures of others.

how intimate would you like to be with god?

lovers are not at their best when it matters.

i can't make love to you, but i can kiss you.

i'm surprised at myself talking in this way.

i never take off my boots away from home.

gambling is not a vice, it is an expression of our humanness.

in spite of what the monks say, you can meet god without getting up early.

you belonged. i envied you that.

i never tell a lie, but i don't tell the truth to everyone.

if you should leave me, my heart will turn to water and flood away.

there's no such thing as a limited victory.

watching my comrades die was not the worst thing about that war, it was watching them live.

not much touches us, but we long to be touched.

only then can you begin to survive.

not all men are as fortunate as ulysses.

what you risk reveals what you value.

i was bored.

such games are better not played at all.

the world is surely wide enough to walk without fear.

what are you running away from?

this is the price we agreed.

the women, they're always the clever ones.

love can survive.

death in battle seems glorious when you are not in battle.

beware of old enemies in new disguises.

you can stay with us.

men are violent. that’s all there is to it.

what's paris? just a few boulevards and some expensive shops.

don't tempt the spirits.

there are stories i could tell you that would make your hair stand on end.

i keep it for luck.

you can do that when you're dead.

i want to make my own mistakes. die in my own time.

greatness is hard to be sensible about.

saints love to be whipped.

i don't want anything to do with you.

it's none of your business.

it will be easier if you come with me now.

you must protect what you have won.

no sane man would live like that.

you must stay here until i am ready for you.

do you know what you're doing?

you've grown up.

will you stay?

i have heard that when a duckling opens its eyes, it will attach itself to whatever it first sees, duck or not.

i stay here by choice.

i find the air much the same in every country.

one battlefield is very like another.

you don't believe me? go and see for yourself.

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Code Blue Ch. 33- Theater of Pain

Summary: Jason Morgan is back! He and Craig bicker. Josie gets the shock of her life. Both men get their just deserves during an emotionally long and dramatic showdown. Orlando is sought out. Some bar fun is short lived. Josie saves Orlando once again and keeps him from making a huge mistake.

*Warnings* language, dark and super angsty, mob depictions, alcohol use, mentions of abuse and molestation, violent tendencies, weapon use

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Chapter characters: Jason, Craig, Josie, Orlando, Luke Sr.

Salem, Massachusetts

March 7, 2023

Twenty minutes after you left Craig's apartment, he received a knock on his door. Thinking it was you, he rushed over and swung it open.

"Hey, Josie, you forgot your box of....Woah. What the hell are you doing?! Get in here before someone sees you!" Craig commanded to none other than your dead and buried brother, Jason Morgan, and then slammed the door shut behind him. "Where the hell have you been??!!"

"Sonny's. Where else?" the blue-eyed muscle man dressed in black retorted.

"Oh well, THAT would have been nice to know after you just snuck out of here like I told you NOT to do! I should have kept you drugged. Did you know my father is out?? He was just here an hour ago! Wanting to know what I've been up to while he was away!"

"I know he was, and my sister too. I have been watching and waiting for them both to leave. Does Cyrus know I'm alive?"

"I have no idea, but I'm sure he suspects it. Why else would he come here?? It sure wasn't to catch up with his beloved son over a cup of tea! Being his son does not protect me from his wrath. He's ruthless in case you haven't gotten a clue yet. If he, or the Zacchara's know you're alive and that I aided with it, all hell is going to break loose. And heeeere you are, literally a dead man walking, coming to my home! You could have at least wore a damn hoodie. Are you trying to get yourself killed for real this time??? I'm not so sure I can heal a fucking gun shot!"

Jason wasn't one for being scolded or told what to do, which triggered him to blow up at Craig's reprimand.

"I would have survived! Just like I survived every gun shot!"

Craig was just like Jason, fearless and blunt, so he continued on with his rant to his best friend.

"Yeah and every explosion??? You only survived that because I fucking drug your ass out of there, otherwise, you would have been an unrecognizable corpse like the one in your grave!! A little thank you would be nice for following you around and knowing what's up and handling all of the dirty work!"

"Right and let me thank you for handling me by holding me against my will and shooting me up with horse tranquilizers!"

"Exactly what were you gonna do?? You're in over your head! I had to do that so you wouldn't go after them too soon and half cocked and ruin the entire plan! YOUR plan remember??? To make them believe you're dead so they wouldn't see you coming and here you are, walking around in broad fucking daylight. My father is clearly watching me so it looks like you've already shot your plan to shit because you have no damn patience. Not to mention, your sister lives right down the damn hall and I have to lie to that sweet girl!! Oh, and my father met her today!! He asked her last name to prove to me that he knows who she is!"

"Who's fault is that??! Why the hell did you let her move in here??? And why was she even here with you?? Wasn't screwing and marrying my ex not enough for you, that you gotta go after my sister too??"

"Ohhh hell no. You didn't just say that to me. Beth pursued me after you dumped her and went after that woman doctor, with very good reason I might add though, but that's beside the point. She followed me to New Zealand. Although I guess I got my karma for it huh? Can't even see my kid, who I'm one hundred percent certain is not even my kid. I'd bet my life on it that Blaise belongs to that punk Ethan. Countless times I had seen them together before she wound up pregnant, in which I think she already was when she found me because the timing just never added up. Blaise was born early and she wasn't a preemie."

"Well at least your kid is alive and knows you as her father. Jake only knew Lee as his dad, which I was alright with. He's a good man from what I know and he truly loved my son as his own even after he found out the truth that he wasn't. I thought Jake would have been better off not being a part of my life, you know, safe and having a normal family. That sure bit me in the ass."

"You're right man. I am truly sorry about your loss and what Beth did to you and that boy. I wish you could prove what she did, then maybe I'd be able to take Blaise from her psychotic demented ass. She has no business being a mother."

"No need for that. Liz will get hers, all in due time and then Blaise will be all yours. So...tell me you didn't tell Jo any of this? I mean, Jake was her nephew that she never knew existed and now she's dating his dad. I would rather her hear it from me at some point."

"No...of course I haven't...and I hate it, with every bit of my soul, lying to her about everything." Craig remorsefully said until a light bulb turned on in his head, causing him to panic.

"Wait....did you just say, oh no no no....Beth's ex Lee is Josie's Lee??"

"Youuuu seriously didn't know that??"

"NO I didn't know they were one and the same! Fuck me...I can't believe I didn't figure that out. She did say....she knew someone going through what I was with Blaise not being mine but never said who...All she had ever said about her boyfriend was his first name which is all I had ever known about Beth's ex...I had never seen the guy and I wasn't going to ask either of them to see photos so I...I didn't place it....and I...I figured when Josie told me about Ethan, that she only knew him because of you...oh Jesus... she is going to hate me when this all comes out! I think I know what a panic attack feels like now."

Craig aggressively ran his hand over his face and then he began pacing, snatching up the wine bottle and drinking straight from it as he did so.

"Yeah Craig, they're the same entity and again, who's fault is it if she hates you? You wouldn't even know her on a personal level if you hadn't let her rent here. My sister was never supposed to be involved in any of this. Why Craig? Why did you do that when you knew I was right downstairs at the time???"

"Honestly, I thought it would be best, for you, ya know, to have her close. Keep an eye on her, help keep her safe. I mean, she was a victim of the Floating Rib's explosion too and that damn dog sniffing cop was her ex....and it's probably a good thing she's here because she told me Ethan is becoming a problem in her life. I guess he recently put his own brother in the hospital, attacked him or some shit and is harassing Josie and LEE. But trust me, I'm going to put a stop to that REAL quick."

"First of all, just stay out of all this and away from my sister. I will handle Ethan and Johnny both. They're the ones who had that bomb planted and I also know Liz was in on it too."

"Yeah well, I can't stay out of it, nor hardly stay away from my own tenant, NOR do I want to. Especially now and besides, you know as well as I do that there's no getting out of the mob because I tried when I left to go home....and don't forget my father. He was the mastermind of it all. You know he's allies with the Zacchara's and he wants you dead for sending him to prison, and then there's Sonny, the real target, who he despises more than anything. Your Sonny's right hand man, the deadly weapon of the Corinthos family and taking you out was the perfect way to weaken him, hitting him where it hurt the most."

"I'll handle Cyrus too, once and for all, like I should have before. Sonny knows he's free and has his eyes and ears everywhere....and Sonny is far from weak without me. You of all people should know that since you work for him too."

"Just as my father has eyes and ears all around, which is how he planned your entire hit from prison. So, I'm still in one piece so I assume you talked Sonny out of busting my knee caps for assisting you in your warped plan??"

"He's grateful that you had my back and saved me, so consider this your lucky day. I'm grateful too. I'm just frustrated, like you are. You're not the only one my sister is going to hate and then there's my mom man. She'll probably disown me, which would be for the best anyways. All I have ever done was try to keep her and Jo safe...but my sister, she's stubborn as hell and extremely fucking smart. She saw right through me and all my dealings. Jo knows me better than I know myself...and I will most likely lose her over this just like you. But with that said, she can't know. Not yet. Not until all the threats are eliminated. I don't want her hurt again because of me."

"Yeah well, I certainly am not going to tell her. Oh and by the way, she also said that Ethan is hanging around your other sister now. He was there today, at your mom's picking her up."

"One way or another, he's going down. Traitorous piece of garbage. I don't give a crap about my sister Megan. He's just her type and they deserve each other, but messing with my mom and Jo, he will soon regret. I'm gonna head back to Sonny's before Jo gets back. Just so you know, I didn't just walk here in broad daylight. I used the old underground tunnels and then I came up the back stairwell exit."

"Ahhh, the old smuggling catacombs. Bet that's an interesting sight."

"Trust me, you don't want to know. I feel like some sewer rat."

"Is that what that smell is?" Craig grinned as Jason rolled his eyes.

"I'll be in touch soon. Look for my code in a text so you know it's me."

"Got it. Watch your back man. Let me go out first to check the hall."

Up the stairs you came, fuming. Not so much over Lee, but over the phone call you had with your mom on the way back from seeing him. It was true. She was selling the Haunted Star and to make matters worse, it was who she was selling it to. You had called Lee right after, needing to talk to him about it and even Orlando too but now both seemed to be ghosting you.

All your thoughts were soon ceased as you headed to Craig's to get the box you forgot, for as you turned the corner, you got another surprise like earlier, only this one was enough to rock your world.

There stood your deceased brother, very much alive, beside a mortified Craig, who like you, forgot to breathe.

"You...you're alive?? How...." was all that came out of your gaping mouth as you stared with wide eyes at a very stunned Jason before everything went black.

As you began to faint, Craig charged past Jason to catch you, then he swooped you up and quickly carried you inside his apartment with Jason swiftly in tow.

"FUCK!" Jason shouted as he slammed the door and stared at you, cradled like a child in Craig's arms.

All Craig could do was gaze down at you, knowing that very soon, you would never want to see his face again and for some reason that he did not understand, it sent a pain through his heart that he had never felt before.

"Craig. Snap out of it. Put my sister down." Jason flatly and firmly ordered.

The addled artist blinked and then whipped his head up. "It's an art studio. I'm not laying her on the hard, cold and filthy ground. My apartment's through the back. Lock that door."

Jason bolted up the steel door, then rushed around the corner to see Craig gently laying you down on his bed.

"What are you doing??"

"She's warm. Open the patio door to let the cool breeze in from the bay and bring me a damp wash cloth from the restroom." Craig rambled off while concentrating on making you comfortable and watching your breathing.

The miffed mob man went to do as his obviously smitten friend asked, knowing you would come to at any moment and he would have some serious explaining to do, which he also knew you would never understand. Could Jason really blame you? He put you and his mom through the hell of believing he was dead. What possible justification for that could there be?

Jason rang out the rag and promptly brought it to Craig who was now sitting beside you, stroking your hair.

"What am I missing here Craig?"

"Huh?" he muttered as he tenderly patted the cloth over your forehead.

"That. This. The way you are with her. The way you look at her."

"You're reaching Jason. I...I just care for her, that's all."

"Yeah, maybe a little too much. Don't forget, she loves someone else and also don't forget who you are."

"Speak for yourself about who I am....and who said anything about love?"

"I did. I know you better than anyone and I see it. You're getting caught up in her. You're the last thing she needs. Look at all she has been through just because of me and my life."

"First of all, I don't need your approval or permission to do a damn thing in my life and second of all, you won't need to even worry about that once she wakes up and tells me to fuck off. Like she'd ever be interested in someone like me anyways, especially now....and quite frankly, it's the last thing I even want in my life after Beth and every other girl who I was never good enough for. Like you said, she loves someone else so drop it Jason."

"You're the one going on and on about it. Who you trying to convince? Me or you?"

"ENOUGH!" Craig barked, causing you to stir. "Heyyy there princess, can you hear me?" he softly said as he took your hand.

Your eyelids began to flutter open and all you saw was Craig's worried face coming into focus, for Jason stood far back, hands on his hips and head down, slightly peering up at you under his arched brow, calmly waiting for the heat he was about to take.

"Craig? Wh...what happened? Where am I?" you asked, squinting a few times at the unfamiliar bed you laid upon and your hand inside of Craig's.

"You...you fainted sweetheart. You're in my apartment....well, my...bedroom."

Craig lightly gulped as your confused eyes then fixated on his. "My panic attack...I...did I...dream of going to seeing Lee? Did I never leave?"

"No, princess, you left and....came back for your things that you forgot and...."

"JASON!" you shouted and flung up with bulging eyes that quickly spotted the icy blue eyes you thought you'd never see again.

The moment was intense and so surreal for both of you. Jason knew that when you found out, it would be a shock any way that he revealed himself, but it wasn't supposed to be like this and not now.

You yanked your hand free from Craig's and abruptly pushed past him to stand up and face the man the who you were told had severe head trauma and was burned beyond recognition. All you could do was gawk at him, studying every detail of his face to make sure you weren't hallucinating or even dreaming....and of course to make sure it was really him because...then who's body did Lee work on?? Who was in the casket and buried six feet under with a tombstone naming Jason Steven March on it???

"I ummm, I'm gonna go in the other room and give you both some privacy." Craig quietly said, attempting to escape and headed to the door.

"Hold it!!" you snapped, holding your arm out, pointing at him as your eyes remained trapped on Jason.

Craig pursed his lips as he froze, then slowly turned back around.

"H...how??? How are you here???!! I...I...I was there....I...the explosion...Lee...he...he saw your...body??? We...we fucking buried you...oh my god, I have got to be having some break from reality right now...this...this is just not possible! I...I want to hug you so bad and at the same time, I want to rip your head off! Someone start talking!!!"

"Craig, you're right. leave us...please. I need to talk to my sister alone." Jason said as he finally worked up the nerve to speak. The six foot assassin feared no one, except for four people. His mother, Sonny, Britt and ...you....and all for very different reasons.

Craig couldn't move fast enough because he was sure his head would be the next target and he was right.

"Don't go far....you and I have our own conversation to have....friend!" you warned with a glare at the man who clearly knew your brother, the man you told only hours ago that you trusted him, the man who now made sense that he was one of the family. When would you ever learn?

Craig's baby blues were remorse ridden, much like Jason's, as he nodded and quietly walked out, closing the door behind him. He began to finish off his bottle of wine from earlier while not being able to help overhearing the crying, shouting and either a slap or a punch, all coming from you....and he knew he would be next.

Almost an hour went by while Craig fretted and drank another bottle. Your voice had become softer at times, then loud again as Jason's could be heard explaining everything and then...the door flung open and you came storming out in a rage.

"YOU! You were a part of ALL this???!!! You KNEW my brother was alive this entire time??? You helped him orchestrate it all because YOU are one of them. My god how blind and stupid could I be...once more?? I trusted you! I actually believed you were a good guy when you're no better than any man I ever believed in because they all let me down. But you knew all about that. You knew everything about me before I ever even met you. You lying son of a bitch. I recant ever calling you my friend."

Craig lowered his head in shame, releasing a soft sigh as he had stood there motionless the entire time, holding his wine glass in one hand and fidgeting with his other while taking the verbal beating he knew he deserved as Jason also stood quietly with a lingering welt of a hand print across his cheek.

"You're not stupid...and you're right...Josie. I am a son of a bitch and a liar, but I swear...I swear on my daughter, please believe me when I say I cannot express how sorry I am for hurting you. I hated every minute of it but I...I had no choice. Please...please tell me you at least believe that. I care about you..a lot. We connected and I know you felt it too. Can I please tell you my side of things? Just you and me?" Craig softly pleaded as he took a step towards you. One he shouldn't have taken, for he also then earned his awaited slap.

He took it with a flinch and then slowly brought his humiliated eyes to yours as you began to cry. The one thing you had told him you never did in front of people if you could help it... and you couldn't help it. He hurt you deeply and he was going to know it and feel it. And he did too. It tore him to pieces seeing you cry.

"Why, so you can manipulate me some more? I know all I need to know. Any connection there may have been, you killed it. You had a damn choice Craig and it certainly wasn't caring about me. The only thing I actually even believe about you now is that you truly love your daughter...and I really hope she's not Ethan's, mostly for her sake, you know, the guy I told you about that you actually knew way more better than you let on?? Like umm, Elizabitch, I mean BETH is your baby mama of all lying cheating whores. Apparently I AM stupid for not realizing that when Britt flat out argued with her about you once, defending you, even said your name...and considering you even knew who Ethan was...a con just like you, that should have been a red flag...and YOU should have known who Lee was too. Guess you were just as stupid as me because YES I WAS STUPID!" you argued to his denial of it, throwing your hands in the air and then continued berating him.

"God how it all makes sense now and then there's your creepy ass dad, another mob man, who clearly had you all in some way after his not so random visit... but you said nothing, you wouldn't talk about him. Guess I can see why now. I mean shit, he just got out of PRISON for the typical not so legal shipments on the docks. I could go on all day here about what I have learned. I mean, what could you possibly say that I don't already know? Just more...'pretty words' huh Craig??...Oh...and then there's the fact that I had a nephew I didn't even know about or ever meet! A nephew who happens to be the dead son of my boyfriend who's life has been turned upside down over it all, but yet he's not his son now is he? He's my brother's son which you both knew. How do I even tell Lee something like this? Like, oh by the way Lee, that sweet little boy you've been grieving over for 4 years now, well guess what, I know who his bio daddy is...it's my not so dead brother and that makes me his aunt. And believe me, I will tell him. Unlike you both, I don't keep fucking secrets. Well, except for mom. Jason can fix his own damn mess with that. ALL I know is you both deserve each other and can go to hell!...OH...and Craig...I am NOT a fucking princess. What I am is a damn fool who was made to feel like one by those pretty words. But hey, thanks for trying to cheer me up."

Your words were getting colder and colder, mocking things Craig had said to you, and you hated it. You hated this side of you, stemmed from always being fucked over, and you needed to get out of there, so you went to walk out , but Jason quickly blocked the door.

"Jo, no. You can't go off like this and you definitely can't tell Lee about me."

"The last time I checked, I could do anything I damn well please, now get the hell out of my way Jay. As elated as I am that you're alive, I can't deal with this right now. It's too damn much. I need to go and let it all soak in... and even then, I don't know if I can ever forgive you... and I'll tell you right now, mom won't."

"Look, I know you're angry and you have every damn right to be, but take a little advice that I was given. Don't go out there all half cocked and do something stupid. That's what has kept me alive. Craig... he kept me alive Jo. Don't put Lee in danger by telling him things he don't need to know. Sometimes you have to do it Jo, to protect those you love. Just like I did. Let me handle this."

"Right, because you done such a stand up job so far at handling things. How is making me and mom suffer and have to bury you, protecting us??? Silly me, what was I thinking? And just how does telling Lee about Jacob put him in danger???"

"Because I never told anyone but Sonny and Craig about him being my son and you know Lee will go straight to Liz about it in anger and she'll figure out I'm alive because she knows they would never tell anyone and then she could easily shoot her mouth off to Ethan and then he'll go to Johnny... do you see now??"

"That sounds to me like it only puts YOU in danger. Story of your life. I can't even believe this... how everyone knows everyone and is involved somehow. It's not like Salem is a small town. All the signs I get in my life, how the fuck did I miss all this??? How do I keep this from him when we are having problems for the same damn reasons???? You can't do this shit to me Jason!!! Not after everything. I won't lie to him. He won't say anything if ask him not to."

"I can't stop you Jo, but I really hope you think about it long and hard before you do. You're already having trust issues with him and..."

"Are you really playing that card with me right now???!!! You may have been spying on me all this time but you know NOTHING about my relationship with Lee. Nothing! I DO trust him. He's obviously not the only one with skeletons in his closet so just back off of him! Go worry about your damn boat that mom sold to Ethan's dad!! And why?? To get rid of everything that reminded her of your criminal life. That was dad's boat Jason, and he trusted you with it! And you went and changed your will, leaving it to mom. Why didn't you leave it to me?? I wanted it Jay. I wanted to make something good out of it and now... now it will continue to be a craft of crime. Better go get your bike before she pawns that off too! Maybe Ethan would like it since the one he rides is a piece of shit like he is! What is wrong with you Jason??? Look what you have done to our family!! Why didn't you just stay dead!!!"

"That's enough Jo!! I get it that you're hurt and angry and with every right to be, but you need to calm down!!"

"Don't yell at her man. She hasn't done anything wrong." Craig firmly stated as he stepped out of his corner.

"Stay out of it Craig and stop trying to suck up to my sister because you have some thing for her." Jason retorted.

"Stay out of it?? You keep saying that and yet here I am, in this shit clear up to my damn neck, and why?? ALL to help you. Why did you even have to come here when you knew the risks???? You could have called!!"

"Yeah, I'm sorry I ruined whatever delusions you had going on here but this was all going to blow up in your face eventually and it was better sooner than later from what I can see."

"Delusional? This is fucking reality. A reality that YOU created Jason and me...her, your mom, Lee, Britt... are just collateral damage in your mob war."

The two bickering men had become within a foot of each other's faces and you had had enough.....although you were inclined to agree with Craig on what he had just said.

"Oh stop it! Both of you! This isn't a damn soap opera, but Craig is right about that Jay. You're like a fucking tornado, destroying everything in it's path and I...I am just done here. I need to go find someone to talk to that I actually DO trust. Someone that worked his ass off to earn it because he genuinely cares for me and I have neglected him because of all my bullshit."

"Josie...wait...please." Craig calmly pleaded, although extreme desperation was written all over his face. "Please, just don't hate me. I'll do whatever it takes to make this right. I'll work my ass off too to earn your trust back. I can't stand this. I never wanted to hurt you."

There was that sincere side of him again and it slightly softened you, but not to the point of oblivion.

"But you did hurt me. What this other person did was something petty, like a high school kid would do. What you BOTH have done is indescribable to me, completely beyond measure to that and I don't see what you could ever possibly do to make that right. I do...I do know it was not intentional. I don't hate you Craig....I feel sorry for you. You're actually a lot like me. You have a good heart in there...I've seen it and I've even heard it, but you let my brother and the shit you been through take you to the dark side and you took me down with you. You can't fix this. As they say, you never get a second chance at a first impression."

You glanced at Jason who held his head low and back at Craig's attentive and somber eyes as tears streamed down your cheeks, in which he then bravely marched forward and gently took your face in his hands. It happened so quickly that you just caved and let him touch you. Maybe you subconsciously wanted him too?

"But this is not the first impression, now is it? You've already seen that in me long ago. You know that and you know me. The real me that I don't let anyone else see. And you even just said you know I have a good heart so you contradict yourself, just Josie. That connection I mentioned. It's there... right now." Craig softly said, bearing the bluest of eyes and kindest smile. The real him that that carried that connection to you. The real him that you secretly didn't want to lose.

Nope. You weren't going to let him work his ridiculous magic on you that you could feel starting to work. You shoved his hands down and then walked out as fast as you could, completely ignoring your resurrected brother and forgetting your box of stuff that caused this entire revelation and situation to unfold.

You headed straight to your car and called Orlando...but as usual, he didn't answer. You needed to warn him about his dad buying the boat because that meant his father had every intention of sticking around Salem. You also missed the good doctor Bloom.

Off you went as dusk was setting in, to see if he was home, for you knew he was still on medical leave from the hospital according to Britt. You didn't have to go that far though, for on your way through town, you happened to see Orlando getting out of a cab and heading into the Brady pub, your family's bar and eatery. It was like you were meant to find him. Signs again?

You circled back around and parked, then headed inside. It was almost as if Orlando sensed your presence as he turned around and immediately locked his chocolate eyes on you. He then slowly approached you with furrowed brows as those now shocked eyes looked you up and down.

"Hey..." you quietly said, coming to a stop only a few feet away from him.

"What are you doing here?" he simply asked with no expression. You just wanted to hug him, needing comforting arms around you but he seemed less than pleased to see you, so you refrained.

"I...I tried to call you. I really needed to talk to you so I..."

"Since when do you need me? I haven't heard from you or seen you since I was in the hospital. Guess you had better things to do."

'You're...angry with me...I'm...I'm sorry...you're right, I've been so wrapped up in things and..so much has happened and...it's no excuse but I...you're the only one I wanted to talk to right now...and I just need..." you stammered as you began to choke up.

Orlando's flat expression instantly became that of concern and he took your hands into his.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked with such compassion, which triggered your tears paired with a pathetic frown.

"Everything." you squeaked as you squeezed his hands in response to the once again tightening of your throat. Thank god there was no one working that you knew and thank god Orlando pulled you into his arms. His scent was refreshing and natural, like Gain laundry soap, reminding you of the other time he had held you in your mom's kitchen during your inebriated mourning of Jason's death.

Orlando rested his cheek against your head as he gently caressed your back with his fingers entwining in the ends of your hair. Orlando was shorter than Lee and Craig, so this time yo couldn't hear his heartbeat but you could feel it against yours as your face was burrowed into his neck. Instead of a slow steady pace like Craig's, Orlando's was racing and as the hot breaths from his nose pulsed over your ear. Strangely though, it was still soothing.

"Feeling better now?" he whispered and slowly pulled back to look down at you.

"Yeah.." you answered in embarrassment for imploding into him in public and quickly released the comfort zone of his body.

"I was just about to get a beer. Join me? I'm buying." he asked with that cute ass smile of his where the corners of his lips slightly curled up.

"Yes, please!" you anxiously agreed and sat down at a secluded table.

Orlando then brought two large glasses of tap and before he could even sit down, you began chugging it. He then plopped down with gaping eyes, watching the last drop enter your mouth.

"Thirsty??" he asked with a slight chuckle.

"You have no idea. Can I get another??" you called to the bartender.

She quickly brought it over and left, then you lifted it up in a tilt to Orlando.

"Cheers!" you cheered.

"I'll drink to that. Cheers." Orlando replied with a silly smirk and toasted back to you.

"So I see your hand is healing up nicely. I'm sorry Lando...that I haven't been around."

"Yeah it is, although I've gotten quite accustomed to using my left hand now. Don't apologize. I'm the one who's sorry for sounding cross."

"Well you kind of had a right to be, but thanks...for being so great, just like you always are. So, where's your mom and Luke?"

"Around somewhere I guess. Luke's off being my brother Luke, always disappearing so who knows what the hell he's up to. Mum's got a place at the Salem Inn for now. I don't stay home much to know anything. Can't stand the silence. Glad I'm going back to work next week. Ironically the same day as Lee's conference. You'll be there right?"

Your eyes fell from his and you continued to drink.

"Josie? What's going on? And don't tell me nothing. This great guy here can see right through you."

"I...umm...I think Lee and I...are over. Story of my life." you told him as you shrugged and fought the sting in your eyes.

"You may not believe this...but...I really am sorry to hear that. I don't ever want to see you hurt Josie. Do you...want to talk about it?"

"Not much to talk about really. It's pretty simple. It's all over Ethan as usual and I think that Lee has some feelings for him to face that he will not be honest with me about or even to himself. I hope Ethan has been leaving you alone because he sure hasn't stayed out of mine or Lee's life and Lee won't make him stay away which speaks volumes. Fucking menace. Ethan's fucking my sister now, did you know that? Came to my own mother's house this afternoon to pick her up. I'm just so disgusted with everything right now."

"Jesus...Josie, no I didn't know. Ethan is always with someone knew all the time and no, he hasn't bothered me. I think Luke did something to cause that."

There was so much you wanted to tell Orlando, about Jason, about Ethan and Liz and Craig, but you couldn't. As mad as you were at your brother, you were so grateful he was alive and you still had to protect him. The question was, were you going to tell Lee?

Speaking of...Luke, the other one...your uh...dad....have you seen him at all?"

"No...and I better not. I want my hand to stay healed."

You saw it in his darkened eyes, the instant rage when he spoke of him....and now, you were fretting over having to tell him what you knew. You let out a deep sigh and forced yourself to do it.

"Landy...he umm...my mom sold him Jason's boat, the Haunted Star."

If someone had dropped a pin, it would have been heard through the entire bar.

"Wwwwwhat???" he snapped as he sat straight up, staring you down.

"Yeah, that was my reaction as well. I..don't have an explanation other than my mom was trying to rid of Jason's things that reminded her of his life of crime and...I think your dad intentionally bought it to bring back that life that once existed on that yacht, which means...he plans on staying around here... I'm so sorry...I dreaded having to tell you but you deserved to know."

"That son of a bitch." he growled and chugged down his beer, then motioned for more. "And I can guarantee you, Ethan will be right at his side through it all. After everything Ethan knows that piece of shit did to me...to him even that he won't admit. Just proves how sick in the head Ethan really is. Like father like son."

"Well, if it's any consolation, I may not have known your dad, but I can tell you're nothing like him. You're a healer and a good person Landy."

He gazed at you for a moment and then chugged down the new glass and motioned for more. "Just keep em coming, please and thank you!"

"So...what's up with you calling me Landy now?" he then asked with a soft smile.

"Hell I don't know. I guess it just rubbed off on me from hearing Lee and Luke call you that. I...I hope it's ok?? I will stop if you don't want me to."

"Nah...I don't mind. I kinda like the way you say it. It has a different kind of ring to it." he grinned.

You forced a smile and then fondled your glass as you stared at it. You just couldn't get Lee out of your head and all the shit with Jason. Orlando then reached across the table and took your hand.

"Hey...you ok?"

"I'm just trying to wrap my head around it all."

"Well, how about for one night, you stop trying and let loose a bit. I'm supposed to meet Jimmy and some guys here in a bit. Stay and have some fun with me. I've missed you."

"You want ME to hang out with you and a bunch of dudes?" you chuckled.

"Yep...I sure do. Come on. Jimmy likes you....and well...so do I. It would make my night if you'd stay with me."

All you could hear in that moment was Lee's voice telling you that Orlando was in love with you, and you never wanted to believe it...but now...you did. The way his eyes lit up when he looked at you told on him and you now wondered if it was a good idea to stay....but then, why not??? you thought. It was better than going home and crying yourself to sleep in the apartment across from Craig.

"Fiiiine. You twisted my arm. Bring on the drinks!"

About fifteen minutes later, Jimmy and two guys came in and you all moved to a larger table and then everything became somewhat normal with conversations and loud laughter, music and drinking. This went on for about two hours and for once, your mind was free of pain....and so was Orlando's. It was good to see him smile again.

As the music played, a song came on that resonated with you big time and you were feeling damn good too, so you got up and began dancing and singing without a care in the world, even if it the song made you think of Lee.

"I didn't wanna leave babe, I didn't wanna fight, started to cry but then I remembered I can buy myself flowers!! Write my name in the sand!! Talk to myself for hours, say things you don't understand. I can take myself dancing!! i can hold my own hand...yeah I can love me better than you can!!"

"Wanna bet!!" Orlando shouted and pulled you on his lap, wrapping his arms around you and laughing while Jimmy bellowed in laughter, clapping like a seal.

Everything was good. You didn't mind his arms around you. It felt nice. You didn't have a shadow of a doubt in your mind that Orlando was into someone else and that's what you craved. To be someone's one and only and not just because they said and showed you that you were, but because you KNEW you were....and with Lee, you didn't know that like you once believed you did.

Annnd, no matter what you did, it still hurt like hell and Lee plagued your mind. Damn him, you thought and got up.

"I need to use the lady's room."

"Ahh, yes. Me too. Oh...no no..I mean the boy's room." Orlando said as he stumbled up in laughter.

Orlando was still laughing as he relieved himself. He hadn't had this much fun since he could remember and it was all because of you. But he felt terribly guilty for feeling even the slightest bit happy that you and Lee may be at the end of the road. Did he really have a chance with you if that were the case? The doubts were there, for he knew deep down inside, it would always be Lee that your heart desired, even if you couldn't be with him.

As he washed his hands, his thoughts were intruded by a familiar face that walked in and didn't see Orlando. The man he stared at in the mirror was none other than his father....Luke Sr.

In his stunned state, Orlando held his head down as his dad did his business and left without even washing his hands. That was a perfect example of the dirty ass man he was.

Orlando quickly walked out to see where he was. Had he been in the bar the whole time, stalking him from a dark corner and decided to follow him into the bathroom to taunt him?? His thoughts ran wild and he couldn't focus as he watched Luke drink the last of his beer, then put on his coat and leave. In his frazzled state, Orlando spun around and accidentally ran into some woman, knocking her drink all over her.

"Are you fucking blind???!" she barked.

That did it. That was enough. Orlando was seeing red. He had to get the hell out of there and follow him. He had waited a long time for this moment and there was no better time in his eyes to unleash his fury on the man who abused him as a child in the most sinful of ways.

He grabbed his coat and stormed out the door with you running after him. As he got outside, he caught a glimpse of his dad heading to another bar down the road.

"Orlando!! Wait! Where are you going???"

"Nowhere...I just need some air." he flatly said, looking like he was going to hyperventilate.

"Hey, what's wrong?? What happened?? You're sweating. Talk to me."

"Nothing Josie. Just go home. I gotta go." he anxiously said as he shook his head and then marched off down the sidewalk.

"What??? Like hell I will. Wait up!!" you shouted and ran back to get your coat and purse, then after him.

Orlando rounded the corner, wanting to get it over with because he knew you were coming after him and he didn't want you to witness it or also try to stop him like he knew you would do.

There stood his father, smoking a cigarette on the sidewalk as he snuck up on him.

"Hello...dad." he said with extreme sarcastic emphasis.

"Ahhh. Landy. I was wondering when you would seek me out."

"Shut the fuck up. I would rather eat broken glass than be anywhere near you. It is you that has come here to find me, is it not?? To torture me some more because years of rape and battering wasn't enough for you???"

You just came around the corner and froze when you saw Orlando and heard what he said to the man who was obviously his dad. Now you understood what happened, that Orlando had seen him back in the bar.

You decided to stay back and give Orlando some privacy to let him have his long awaited say, but you got your pepper spray and phone out, ready to call 911 in case something bad happened. if that man even attempted to hurt Orlando, you would make sure the poor excuse of a father had no eyeballs left.

"Always were a drama queen, weren't you Lando. A real piece of theater, lost in your fantasy world of make believe."

"Fantasy??!! What you did to me was no fucking fantasy!!! Nor was it make believe!!"

Actually, you wanted to go over there right now and rip his other balls off for what he had done to him and for basically calling Orlando a liar when you knew it was true.

"So, what are you going to do? Kick my ass? Is that why you followed me boy?? I saw you back there at the bar. If you think you got what it takes to take me down, give it your best shot you pussy ass little girl. You can't even fucking swim. Why don't you do yourself a favor and go take a dive in the ocean."

Why did Luke's last words instantly send a flash through your mind of the two dreams you had of Orlando and you both drowning??? You prayed to god it wasn't another sign of some sort.

What you saw next, you couldn't quite conceive. Orlando pulled something out of his pocket that appeared to be a small sledgehammer and then he immediately began walking towards Luke.

"Orlando NO!!" you shouted as you came running up, which caused him to back away.

"Give it to me Landy...Now!!" you commanded as you tugged at the weapon which he refused to let go of.

"Damn it josie, I told you to go home! Get out of here!"

"I am NOT leaving you here with him! He's not worth spending your life in prison! Please...please give me the hammer and let's leave together Ok???"

"Would you look at that? Why Lando, you actually got yourself a girlfriend and she has bigger balls than you do! Where'd you find this one? On some porn site? Are you sure she's even a girl? I mean, I know how you enjoy dick."

Orlando charged him and pinned him against the wall by his throat, holding the hammer up and ready to swing it.

"You shut your filthy mouth!! Don't you ever talk about her like that!!!"

You don't know how you did it, adrenaline maybe? But you rushed up behind him and yanked the hammer out of his hand as hard as you could and then held your pepper spray out.

"Get the hell out of here before I call the police, you piece of trash."

Luke belted out a laugh. "Call them. He's the one who attacked me. I know who you are little girl. Your Morgan's sister. Hey, you'll have to stop by the boat sometime and let me know what you think of the new look it's going to get. You're more than welcome to....COME aboard. Hope to see you soon."

Off he strolled while you turned to hold Orlando back. He then glared at you.

"Are you insane?? That was my chance to end him!"

"Stop it! You're drunk and not thinking straight and I know you'll thank me later for saving your ass yet once again! Now come on. I'm taking you home! Let's go!"

@redeemer46

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[sweethartlullaby]

so you remember to miss me

word count: 1.9k genre: angst (ofc), uh...fluff, maybe? perhaps? warnings: language as always, imagine whoever you would like sweethartlullaby ꕤ masterlist

"don't do that." you laughed as a chuckle escaped his lips.

"don't do what?" he teased, making you roll your eyes before moving your gaze away. it was five minutes away from midnight, five minutes left of a sleepless and tireless night you spent with him. it shouldn’t have felt weird and it shouldn't have felt wrong. but for some reason, the close proximity between your bodies still sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach and your mind went back to daydreaming about what could have been.

you let out a sigh, realising you still had a pile of work at home and knowing you'd have to be up early again tomorrow morning for your shift at your second job. 

"maybe a day off wouldn't be so bad. you look tired." he mentioned and immediately all you could think of were your dark eye bags and how awful you must have looked, and for him to see it all up close. it's so strange how you still felt so conscious around him when you shouldn't, and strange how as the train occasionally slithered across the tunnels and you bumped into him, you still had to suppress the blush rising in your cheeks. it should stop, it should have stopped a long time ago. It had been years since it happened so it should mean nothing by now.

"really wish i could, but hey, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do." you made a small gesture to sarcastically show how enthusiastic you were and he let out another one of his musical breathy chuckles.

you were still in love with him, it was no joke. you knew from the moment you saw him again and everything came rushing back. it was like a train, much like the one you were standing on now. it was fast and blurry and it hit you out of nowhere but there was no blood or wounds instantaneously. instead, the memories came back one by one and sliced open the tough skin you had worked so hard to build, the armour you placed on yourself as protection. all of it was gone within seconds when he smiled and called you again. loving him was always so dangerous and like a moth drawn to a flame, you were always called to it.

you looked up from your shoes and took a deep breath, about to say something when you noticed his strong gaze on you. your breath hitched in your throat and oxygen seemed to have run thin all of a sudden. his familiar eyes would never cease to amaze you in every way possible and you still saw the stars that lay in them. even after the hurt he gave you, you should easily look into them and feel nothing; but you found yourself looking away just as quickly, gulping down your nerves and pushing down your thoughts.

another sigh escaped your lips, this one short. you noticed the train coming to a halt as the woman announced your stop on the speakers. you did a double check on all your belongings before nearing the door just as the other mass of people did. you just wanted to go back home and rest on your bed right now, to not think anymore about everything that’s going on. 

as soon as your foot stepped onto the platform, you let out a small yawn and walked to a nearby pillar at a slow pace, knowing he would be right behind you and not wanting to lose him. you did it once, not the greatest experience. 

”i can't wait to go home and shower and sleep.” you dragged the last word and his lips stretched into a smile as your hands reached above your head. the station was empty now as the train had left with its new passengers and the ones that got off with you had rushed up the elevator.

”what?” you asked with your eyes half opened.

”nothing.”

”don’t ‘nothing’ me. tell me.” you pouted a little, too tired to deal with his blurry signals again. that’s all you had been getting, mixed signals again and again. to be honest, you were getting tired of his games, but some part of you loved the thrill of it all. curiosity killed the cat but you were hoping the satisfaction at the end of the day would bring you back to life. 

”you’re cute.” he finally said and as much as your heart stopped in your chest, your mind was forcing it to beat again because it knew this all too well. it realized the familiar sense of the pain coming, the hurt approaching and it wanted to stop the damage before it was done. but your hopeless heart fell for it again and again, stupid and helpless but strong. maybe this time it would be strong enough to go through it all over again.

”don’t say shit you don’t mean.” you mumbled and began stepping into the elevator.

”who said i didn’t mean it?” he chased after you and your eyes squinted at him with an expression of ‘are you serious’ written all over your face. he raised an eyebrow and you sighed again before stepping up the platform and scanning your card on the machine, letting you pass outside. 

”seriously though, who said i don’t mean the things i say?” he repeated the question as you continued to walk, ignoring everything he said and he chased you.

”hey i’m talking to-”

”because the last time i believed what you said, i got hurt.” you finally turned to him with tired eyes and slumped shoulders. every breath you exhaled turned into a cloud of vapour and you laughed a little, watching it appear under the city lights. 

”you told me you wanted me,” you said quietly, almost an inaudible whisper if it weren’t for the silent streets of 12 am on a weekday. 

”then you left the next day.” you looked up at his gorgeous face and felt your heart stutter in your chest. you realized you probably shouldn’t have said it, shouldn’t have said anything and kept it all in. but all you did was take another breath and look away before you would burst at the seams from his gaze. 

”you told me i was the only one in the world that you would ever want, then you found someone new within months.” tears formed at the brim of your eyes as you looked at him again, fighting every urge to let your knees buckle and let you fall onto the ground.

“i know i should be over it because it’s been years and we’re both great friends now. things should be different.” you smiled sadly at the ground, letting your tongue slowly wet your cracked lips from the cold weather.

”but you do things and you say things and it just takes me back.” you laughed a little as a tear slid down your face and you looked back at him.

”don’t say shit you don’t mean,” you breathed out slowly.

”because you have no idea how much i’m holding back every single day, to try not to hug you and hold you the way I used to,” you couldn’t believe what you were saying. you sounded so desperate, so pathetic. but wasn’t that love? wasn’t love meant to tear your ego away, to strip you of your armour and let yourself be vulnerable, to stand naked in front of the person you loved and trust them even though they’ve torn you apart? wasn’t that love; the difficult but oh so familiar love you knew like the back of your palm?

”to try and not kiss you the way I used to?” you paused and looked away from his eyes, not able to handle his gaze again. 

”if you’re having fun,” it came out as a whisper but it felt like a shout to the void.

“playing these games with me, messing with my brain and toying with my feelings,” you looked to the ground as more tears escaped your eyes.

”i hope you realize that it actually burns.” you smiled again at him, chuckling a little with the pouring of tears heavier than before.

”i hope you realize, that it feels real to me and that it hurts like hell when I realize you don’t actually want me.”

”so don’t hurt me like this and say you mean what you say. i’m sorry,” another pause.

”but i’m just so tired with the games.” you exhaled and used your palm to wipe your tears, chuckling a little more. 

”you always said you wanted to see me cry in front of you, who would’ve known hmm?” despite the worst timing for a joke, you knew nothing would feel right at this moment anyways.

”i’m going to go home, cry about this in the shower, and in bed and then can we just wake up tomorrow,” you spoke in between tears.

“and pretend nothing happened?” you asked, finally done wiping them away.

he stayed silent throughout and you actually thought he wouldn’t say anything so you turned, ready to leave.

“then don’t hold back,” he said and every inch of you stopped. a soft breeze blew in between you two, the sign of a cold winter to come both in your heart and the city.

”whatever you want to do, whether it’s to slap me, or punch me, or even kiss me; do it.”

you chuckled as you turned back, still smiling sympathetically at him as you shook your head. 

”what’s the point if you don’t want it?” you shrugged and looked up at the sky, trying to stop yourself from bursting into another round of tears.

”can we just go-”

his lips on yours within seconds, something you had dreamt of for years to feel again, something you had never thought you would forget but God, the way he tasted so sweet and the soft feeling of everything rushing back. 

his lips on yours, the secrets you never told each other all evaporated between the non-existing space between you two. the stories of pain and anguish vanishing in a simple movement.

his lips on yours, the perfect puzzle you tried years to solve. the perfect fit for each other that you wanted to have back so badly, that you destroyed yourself over. this, this pain, this love, this fear and want that you had held in all poured out in one single kiss.

”i want you,” he whispered as he pulled away, your face still in his hands.

”and I mean it with every fucking bone in my body.”

”i want you more than anything this world has got to give me and i know it sounds like a load of crap but,” you laughed a little and so did he and for a small moment, it felt like a movie. the romantic kind that made your heart melt.

”it’s you, it’s you that i want.” your tears had spilt out again and he didn’t wipe them and you were grateful that he didn’t. because these tears, the drops sliding down your cheek onto his thumb, cascading down both of your skin, these were the tears you had been waiting for. the ones that had held all the pain, all the sorrow and finally released themselves out of your body. these were the tears that had kept you up at night, wondering endless thoughts about what happened and where anything went wrong, the tears that held the dreams you had of this exact moment. 

the moment your soul would’ve found itself again, and ready to love.

a/n: hi! i tried to not do any capitalizations in this one, so i’m sorry if one slipped up TT but yes! i hope you liked it. i’m kinda just reading through old ones that i have written before and editing them one by one until i get newer ideas! but thank you for reading and i apologize for any mistakes. leave a like or reblog if you enjoyed it! 

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[d3a7h]

𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜. 3

Pairing(s): Jay Halstead x Fem!Reader

Part 3

Warning(s): Language, Shooting, Blood, Suicide(Its the dean masters case :))

Word Count: 2385

quick psa: Uhm. Alot of the start will be alot of just cases and minor interactions between Y/N and people. This is a slowburn romance book.

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“House belongs to a Dean Masters his file was red-flagged to notify intellegence, but he must have been before my time.” “Oh, yeah, him. That robbery at the art institute last year. We liked him as the fence.” Voight told us all, I was at home before all of this went down, but our job never sleeps. “Neighbors said they heard a woman scream, we knocked, he yelled out that he had a gun and to leave him alone.”

We all went up to the door, Voight knocked before calling out, “Masters, this is Sergeant Voight with the Chicago Police.” He nodded to Jay, causing Jay to cock his shotgun before Voight started to speak again. “Open up, make this easy on all of us.” We heard a woman yell, “He’s gonna kill me!” So we had incentive for Jay to shoot the lock and kick the door open. We all went inside guns drawn, Voight told Masters to drop his gun to which Masters threatened to kill her.

Erin tried to coax him to let her go, I was trying to calm him down. He let her go and I could see a change in his demeanor, “I’m dead anyway.” I heard the gun go off and quickly looked at the floor turning away. I went to go sit outside as we waited for people to take pictures and mark evidence. Paramedics took the girl Masters had to check her out, Voight wanted to keep a uniform with her to keep her safe.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked up to see Antonio, “Hey ‘Tonio.” “You okay kid?” “Yeah I’m fine, was just upsetting to see someone think they needed to take that route.” “You should get home, get some rest.” “I’ll do that, see you in the morning yeah?” “Obviously.”

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𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐

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Your alarm blared in your ear causing you to groan when it woke you up. You rubbed your eyes sitting up making sure you had your breathing under control. You stood up and walked out of your room, you turned on the coffee pot and then walked into your bathroom to take a shower. You forgot to even look to see if Jason was still there, you were so used to your routine that you forgot he was supposed to be at your apartment. You turned on the water before looking at yourself in the mirror as you waited for the water to heat up.

As soon as it did you undressed and got into the shower closing the door of it behind you. As soon as the water hit your back you let out a sigh, it felt amazing. You stood there a few more seconds before washing up. You got out, turned off the water wrapped yourself in a towel, and went back to the kitchen.

Y/N’s Pov

Jason was gone, I wasn’t surprised. At least he left a note I guess, I made my coffee and went back to my room to get dressed. I sat on my floor in front of my mirror and did my makeup, it wasn’t much. I always put on mascara, eyelashes and eyeliner, I didn’t really like all the other makeup.

I got up grabbed my keys and left my apartment locking the door behind me. I got into my car and drove it to the district, I was worried about Jason, I wanted to call Voight and say something but Jason’s a grown up. I parked and quickly went up to the bullpen seeing almost everyone up there already. I sat down in an extra chair and Voight came out of his office to talk to us all.

“Dean Masters was a hotshot artist in his 20s. Work dried up, picked up a drug habit, he’s suspected of not only being a fence but also forging paintings.” “What was that thing Intellegence had him on?” Antonio asked and Erin answered, “Stolen Klimt. Never resurfaced” “What the hell is a Klimt?” “An artist” “Named Klimt?” “Yeah.” “That’s a funny name, right? Or am I alone on this? Klimt. Say it out loud.” Erin and Ruzek had a small back and forth before he asked that question to which Jay and I agreed the name is kinda funny.

“So. This whole ‘They’re gonna kill me’ thing that Masters was going on about was either about the stolen painting or something else.” “Or he was just tripping and talking nonsense. I mean, did you see his pupils? He was gakked out of his mind.” “We got a known suspect took his own life rather than face something heavy-duty. We pursure the case.” Voight and Jay had a small back an forth but Jay just nodded, Voight hated when people second guessed him but I loved to do it so when Jay did it I wanted to band wagon. O walked in with the girl from last night which caught all of our attention. Voight asked Erin to talk to her and she took her into the break room.

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𝙰𝚍𝚊𝚖 𝙼𝚊𝚣𝚞𝚛’𝚜 𝙲𝚕𝚞𝚋

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I was sitting in the car with Jay, Voight, and Ruzek. Antonio was outside of it on the phone, he then walked over to Voight’s window. “Guy who runs this place is Adam Mazur. I know him from Vice. Called him the whac-a-mole pimp. We’d beat him down, and he’d pop up somewhere else a week later with a new stable.” Voight then told us lets go so we all got out of the car and made our way inside the building.

“Membership, guys?” One of the bouncers asked and Voight said yeah and showed them his badge which alarmed them but they didn’t show it. “If you press an alarm I will break your hand. Get up against the wall. Now. Turn around.” Jay said with a smile to the other bouncer standing there.

We walked past the velvet curtains and Voight announced, “Chicago PD. Everybody stay calm.” Antonio saw Mazur and asked him how he was doing, Mazur tried to run immediately. He didn’t even get a step in before Antonio grabbed him slamming him on the bar. Voight asked if he had a girl named Nadia, he tried to lie but Antonio twisted his arm more and he told us she was in room eight.

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𝙰𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝

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Ruzek got kicked in the balls and was sitting in the locker room, Jay found it funny, Antonio told him he shouldn’t have let his guard down. He asked my opinion and I just shook my head raising my hands, “Antonios right, never let your guard down. You got played.” I smiled almost laughing before following the two boys out of the locker room.

Uniforms had found Nadia and brought her in, Erin went in to talk to her and I stood on the opposite side of the glass to watch. “So how did you know Dean Masters?” “Didn't really know him. I went on one date with the guy.” “You sure about that? I heard you were his favorite.” “Yeah, I get that a lot.” “I bet.” I saw myself in her and I couldn’t handle it so I walked off.

The boys had just gotten back from checking Dean Masters's house and we were now all looking at the money print that they found. “This is Agent Joe Hill, secret service, Chicago field office. We go back a ways.” Voight introduced us to the guy he had just walked in with. “Where are your earpiece and your sunglasses?” Ruzek asked as he shook his hand, “That's only when Obama is in town.”

“Does this mean we're handing over the case?” Erin asked the question I was wondering too. “No. Technically I can't get involved unless there's actual counterfeit currency found, but Hank just thought I could help,” he said and shook Erin's hand and then mine. “I thought counterfeiters were using high-end printers nowadays,” Jay asked holding the plate in his hand. “There's digital tech that'll print pretty good 5 or 10, then you pass it off at Walgreens buying dollar items that's what we call ‘baby laundering’ using plates— this is old-school. Takes some real work,” he explained to us all.

“There's three steps, the plates, the paper, and the printer. Guess who were looking for now.” Just as Voight stopped talking Jin walked in and asked Erin a question, “the hooker that kicked Ruzek in the nuts how’d she characterize her interaction with Dean Masters?” “Went to his place once.” “45 text messages between him and her over the last two weeks.” As soon as Erin heard that she walked off, I looked at Voight and he looked at me.

Erin soon came back to us and told us what Nadia told her, Jin started to look on security cameras, “Okay, pods found a match to the delivery van with the jesus fish on the back. You know the symbols actually called an ichthys—“ “Jin?” “Fine. You wanna keep calling it a “jesus fish,” knock yourself out. Also found something else.” “Tabernacle?” “Yeah. This vans registered to the Tabernacle of Divinity. Its a storefront church on 63rd and cal. They use it to deliver meals to the elderly.”

“That’s Pastor Mike’s place. An ex-gd.” I said and then Antonio spoke up to finish my sentence. “Supposedly underwent a jailhouse conversion a few years back. Guess it didn't take.” “Alright ill show Nadia a lineup of this guy and his associates if she picks anybody out, i’ll get a warrant,” Erin told us before she walked off yet again.

Once she got the warrant we were at the church, antonio got us through the gates. Jay busted in the front two doors, we heard music coming from behind another so we lined up on the sides so Antonio could kick in the door. “Police! Everybody get on the ground!” We kept telling them to get on the ground and to put their hands behind their heads. We cuffed them all and got them into a police van. Antonio put Pastor Mike in the back of one of our cars.

“No plates, paper, or in general any sign of a printing operation. I dont think pastor mike did this.” I said shrugging before Erin backed me up, “We really think Pastor Mike has the skills for counterfeiting?”

—

“Alright, Pastor Mike was contracted by this man…” Antonio put up a picture on the white board before continuing, “Glen Ward. Now, Ward has done federal time in Leavenworth for Counterfeiting. But how Ward and his printing crew hooked up with Dean Masters and Noel Harris is anybodys guess, and why the two of them are both dead now, who knows?” “Pastor Mike didn’t say why Ward wanted them dead?” Jay asked, “He didnt ask.” “It could be any reason,” Erin added on. Ruzek told us that Jin got a hit on the name and found a chem plant.

We almost instantly left, right after we put our vests on. I was with Antonio and Voight, “Looks like Ward’s ready to roll.“ Antonio said to us after he looked inside the truck, Voight opened the passenger seat and saw a bag. “We got eyes in there yet?” Voight asked through the radio. “No were almost there stand by,” O answered back before talking again a few seconds later, “All right, we’re up. Counterfeit Central.” “Theres four presses” “Any Artillery?” “Cant tell.” “Were going in.”

Jay got us through the door and we all went in with our guns drawn, we were heard instantly which got us shot at so we all took cover behind stuff as we returned the shooting and went after different targets. I went after mine who went in a back area, I kept my back to a wall and moved slowly hoping he wouldn’t be able to catch me off guard.

I looked around corners and saw nothing until there was a gunshot and a burning pain in my leg. I didn’t worry about what it was because I was pretty confident I knew, I made my way to where he shot from and he I guess I caught him off guard because he jumped seeing me and pointed a gun at me.

“Drop it. You already shot me once, drop the fucking gun.” I said pointing mine at him, he slowly put the gun down and I kneed him in the groin pulling him up by the collar of his shirt pushing his face against the wall. I caught my breath looking down at my leg seeing the blood, I shook my head and cuffed the guy before holding him by the cuffs and dragging him back to the others.

Erin took the guy from me and sat him with the others, Jay helped me sit down somewhere. “He got you?” “No shit.” Jay smiled and kneeled down in front of me. He held pressure on my leg with his palm causing me to groan and squeeze my eyes shut. “Hey look at me ignore the pain, the ambo will be here soon.” I listened to him looking at him, I didnt want to get lost in his eyes because I knew I missed him. I wanted him to be mine, I wish he loved me still but he seems to like Erin. “Do you remember who I am?” “I met you when we were 16, Its really good to see you out of that life.” I felt dizzy, I saw white slightly, I knew I was losing a lot of blood.

“Jay…” “Yeah?” “Im dizzy” I heard nothing, but I felt myself get lifted before I felt the cold air. I opened my eyes again and saw the ambo, I was relieved when I saw Shay and Gabby. I got seated on the strecher and Jay stayed with me. Gabby sat in the back with us and Shay drove. Gabby was checking everything and did as much as she could. “Its great to see you two again.” “Hows Antonio with you back?” You wanted to answer but everything felt heavy. “Y/N, Y/N, open your eyes, dont you dare not yet.” I heard her voice call my name but it soon faded into nothingness.

#chicago pd imagine #chicago pd x reader #imagine #jay halstead #jay halstead fic #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead x reader

[divinegrey]

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐚 / 𝐯𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

got a few requests to write a second part to 'repeat until death' which you can read here because this doesn't really make too much sense without prior knowledge. title inspired by 'pareidolia' by tsuki.

prompt: sabine saved your life, and it leaves you at a crossroads.

words: 1800

warnings: grief, angst with minimal comfort

pareidolia [noun]: the tendency to perceive a specific, often meaningful image in a random or ambiguous pattern.

— — —

You awake, alone, behind glass. 

This in itself is not strange. 

You wake up, and you’re alive. 

That is strange. 

You search through the foggy hazy of your memories for the last thing you can find. It’s blurry, the words distant, but you make out the face of Sabine— the Sabine not of your world and instead of Alpha Earth, as they like to call themselves. Sabine, who had carried you away from danger despite you being the enemy. 

You hold your side, waiting for the pain of where the knife once sat in your body, but you find there is only soreness and a slight pinch. You feel disorientated from every angle, like the world is spinning around at your feet and you can’t even begin to catch up. There’s a weariness in your bones you’re not used to, and a strange sort of sickness in your stomach that you do recognize. 

The kind from being healed by Sage. A lot of healing. 

“You’re awake.” 

You turn your head to the voice, the warm voice that speaks to you like the sun breaking through the clouds. 

“Sabine,” you say breathlessly. Getting to your feet proves to be a bad option; you’re woozy and before you know it, you’re falling back onto the floor. 

“Oh, for fuck’s—” Sabine sighs, coming through the door hurriedly and pulling you upright, settling you back on the infirmary bed that you’d been sleeping on. She places her hand on your cheeks, her thumb on one side and her fingers on the other. She looks into your eyes, raising her hand. “Follow my finger.” You do, and then she flashes your eyes with a mini light from her pocket. After you groan, Sabine says, “No signs of a concussion. Still some sluggishness from severe blood loss. I— we almost lost you.” 

You blink at her. “We? Sabine, I shouldn’t fucking be here. Why didn’t you let me fucking die?” 

Sabine’s gaze steels over. “Because.” 

“Oh my god.” You throw your hands up. “You’re so fucking stubborn. Just like you us—” 

Your words die out in your throat. 

For minutes, only minutes, you’d forgotten the truth of your reality. This woman beside you isn’t your wife, it’s her carbon copy from another planet that you’re currently on. This isn’t the Legion, this is the Protocol. This is a place you shouldn’t be, and this is a woman you shouldn’t be talking to. By all means, you should be killing her. 

Never could you bring yourself to hurt Sabine. Never. 

You’d rather die before doing that. 

You turn your head away. “Should’ve just let me bleed out, Sabine. It wasn’t smart to keep me here.” 

Sabine scoffs. “Not even a thank you? Somehow, I feel as though I should’ve predicted that.” 

“What did you think I was going to say? Thank you for taking me away from my home planet?” You shake your head, curling your body in on yourself. “Bullshit.” 

“Atlas,” Sabine says. “You don’t exist here on this Earth.” 

Wait. What?

“At least, not anymore,” Sabine continues, rubbing her hands together on her lap. “Cypher searched high and low for a name to match your face, and we found one. Belonging to a kid, ten years old, by the name of Y/N, child of Dr. Callum Hanover, one of my former employees at Kingdom. Your body was found at the bank of a river, and the case was closed.” 

Your heart thunders in your ears. That is your father’s name…

“I’m… dead? What about my twin? Does it say anything about her?” You turn to Sabine, grabbing her arm. Sabine meets your gaze. 

“You don’t have one,” Sabine says. “You were an only child.” 

Only child? 

“I don’t understand,” you say, blinking at the floor. “I don’t— I don’t understand.”

“Neither do we. This is one of the first major discrepancies between our two Earths, one that seems too suspicious to look over,” Sabine says. From your lap, she takes your palms, prompting you to look at her. “I know that if the same thing had happened to your Sabine, if she had run into you dying in the hallway, she would’ve done the same thing. There’s something going on here, Atlas, something that I intend to find out. I don’t give a goddamn fuck about what the others say. There’s something here that needs to be uncovered, and you’re the key to it.” 

Your head aches from all of the confusion, all of the words Sabine has just said. You stare down at her hands, rough and dry in the way that they always are because of how much time she spends in the lab. The glint of the ring sitting on your finger, the one that bound you to the Sabine from your Earth (or perhaps, not your Earth at all), shines into your eyes. 

The simple truth is that you have nothing left on Omega Earth. There is nothing for you there. No one. 

Here…

Here there is Sabine. 

“Stay, Atlas,” Sabine whispers. “Stay, and I promise I will do everything I can to figure out why there’s a discrepancy.” 

You don’t say anything, not for a few seconds. Your grip on Sabine’s hands grows ever so slightly tighter. 

“Do you know—” You force the knot down your throat. “How hard it is to be here? Next to you? Next to the woman that I loved and watched die in my arms? To—”

You cut yourself off. To want to kiss you and hold you and apologize for everything I should’ve done? Grief is something that pulls you headlong into the abyss, roaring up with vitriol and anger that leaves your body dull and aching. You don’t realize it, but a splash of your tears have landed on the back of Sabine’s hand. You wipe it off, muttering a small apology that can’t even begin to rid you of your sins. 

“I can’t say I do know,” Sabine whispers, bringing her hand to your face. “And I won’t pretend that I do, Atlas. And I certainly won’t make you stay. I’ll send you off to the nearest teleporter if you so choose— safely— and let you go. But the choice is yours, and yours alone.” 

Everything in your body wants to stay. You can be close to Sabine again, but even through your haze of grief and pain, you understand that this Sabine will never be your Sabine, and this Earth isn’t yours to call home. No, your Earth is on the brink of destruction. 

“I can’t stay here, Sabine,” you whisper, and the words are like a knife in the air. The small glimmer of hope in Sabine’s eyes is dashed, but there’s an understanding there that cannot be so uniquely explained in the terms of the human language. No, it’s an understanding recognized and forged from years of a relationship. Years of which you did not spend with this woman, but with her copy. 

Sabine nods; you don’t miss the disappointment that flashes across her features. Part of you yearns to stay, but you know it would only cause you further heartbreak to be near Sabine but not love her the way that you did. 

The way that you do.

“Okay.” Sabine is quiet. “Give me a few minutes, I’ll go tell KJ to boot up the teleporter.” 

Sabine doesn’t look at you when she leaves, sealing you behind glass once more, and it hurts in its own strange form. 

You’re taken to the teleporter with a bag over your head, but Sabine’s hand on your arm is calming. 

Once your veil is removed, you see the blue hue of the teleporter whirring away in front of you. 

You exhale softly, pulling the ring off of your hand. 

“Keep this,” you say under your breath, pressing it into Sabine’s hand. You turn your head to the scientist, and in any other world, this ceremonial passing of the ring would’ve been something better; something where you would’ve seen Sabine in a white dress and your friends gathered all around you. 

But this isn’t your world, this isn’t your place. 

Sabine thumbs the ring, looking at the small line of emeralds and green stones embedded on the side and enclosed in silver. Then, she says, “This teleporter is wired to a location in New York City.” 

“That’s fine,” you say, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your torn up jacket. “Thank you.” 

Sabine stares at you for some time, and you wonder what the repercussions would be if you did what you wanted to do. 

But before you can think any more on that train of thought, Sabine wraps her arms around you tightly, knocking the air out of your chest. She hugs you with her arms around your back, and you thread yours around her neck. The smell of her perfume clings to her shirt and for a moment in time, the grief is gone, dulled by Sabine. 

You turn your head to the side, feeling her breath on your cheek, and in the whirlpool of emotions stirring in your body, you make a mistake. 

You kiss her. 

It becomes so very clear that this isn’t your Sabine, this is her copy, but she doesn’t pull away. Sabine allows the kiss to happen, allows for you to imagine that your life hasn’t fallen apart to shreds. 

Tears slide down your cheeks. You wipe them away when you step back out of Sabine’s hold. The woman stares at you with something you don’t recognize in her eyes, and that alone terrifies you. 

“Sorry. That was not cool of me,” you say, scratching the back of your head. Your voice is thick with emotion. You jerk your thumb to the teleporter. “I should— I should go.” 

“Will I see you again?” 

Sabine’s question is a weight that is pressed onto your shoulders, and you’re reminded keenly of your namesake; Atlas, the man who held the world on his shoulders. 

Sabine was your world. She was all you had, and now she’s gone. 

“Sure. Don’t shoot me on sight,” you say, but the words aren’t even close to the truth. 

But Sabine doesn’t know how you lie— placated by your answer, she nods, stepping away from the teleporter with your ring in her hand. You give her a salute, forcing your body to step back in the teleporter so that Sabine’s face is the last thing you see. 

— — — 

New York City is loud. 

It always has been, especially since the Dome was made around it. 

But it’s a good place to start. 

You’re done with the Legion. You’re done with a past that you have no claim to anymore.

You simply are. 

Every now and then, as you walk in the streets of New York City, moving from place to place, taking the pain of those who need healing for a pretty penny, you swear you see Sabine’s face. 

Maybe in another lifetime, you can try again. 

— — —

Sometimes I see you in the streets

Or at least I think I do

Strangers begin to resemble you

Oh, how I wish these sights were true

~~~~~ A/N: Atlas's story isn't quite done, as it seems.

#viper x reader #valorant viper x reader #viper #viper valorant #viper imagines #valorant fanfiction #valorant x reader #valorant #valorant imagines

[curiositymemes]

LYRIC SENTENCE STARTERS : EUPHORIA.

a selection of lyrics taken from my personal gender euphoria playlist, specifically focusing on love, validation, and encouragement! feel free to change wording and pronouns and provide context as necessary. do not add to this list.

“he knew it was time, he’d made up his mind.”

“boy, you’d better begin to get those crazy notions right out of your head.” 

“nickname, who do you think that you are?”

“pull yourself together, you know you should do better.”

“this could be my last chance.”

“you’re always dreaming.”

“you won’t get very far.”

“don’t you know who you are?”

“honey, spread your wings and fly away.”

“you’re a free man.”

“come on, honey.”

“he left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again.”

“it keeps changing fast and it don’t last for long.”

“they say that he got crazy once and he tried to touch the sun.”

“his life is full of wonder but his heart still knows some fear.”

“won���t you let me go down in my dreams?”

“ten miles behind me, and ten thousand more to go.”

“maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep.”

“singing works just fine for me.”

“i’m alright, nobody worry ‘bout me.”

“can’t you just let it be?”

“do what you like.”

“it’s your life.”

“who you gonna be tonight?”

“who is it really making up your mind?”

“listen to your own heart beating.”

“everybody let me be.”

“i don’t need you to worry for me ‘cause i’m alright.”

“i don’t want you to tell me it’s time to come home.”

“i don’t care what you say anymore, this is my life.”

“i still belong, don’t get me wrong.”

“you can speak your mind, but not on my time.”

“do you ever wonder why i feel i have to hide?”

“others’ perceptions give me panic attacks.”

“i’ll hide in the forest where i can be free.”

“maybe to you it sounds a little strange.”

“maybe i wanna be a cryptid.” 

“be who you are.”

“maybe my ideal body is bigfoot’s.”

“so when i feel sad i’ll screech into the night.”

“they think i’m a little strange.”

“maybe my ideal body is mothman’s.” 

“when i’m ready, i will fly us out of here.”

“i’ll figure out a way to get us out of here.”

“will everybody please give him a little bit of space?”

“the stars welcome him with open arms.”

“strangely he feels at home in this place.”

“sing me a song, tell me your thoughts.”

“I could listen to you all night long.”

“tell me about the things that you love.”

“the world simply needs more affection.”

“i don’t care about what people think of me.”

“we’ve got so much time to kill and so many things to see.”

“life’s too short to worry about things that we got wrong.”

“you don’t know what it’s like to be nothing at all.”

“it’s nothing i can’t change.”

“like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays.”

“hey, that’s me, and i want you only.”

“show a little faith, there’s magic in the night.”

“but hey, you’re alright, and that’s alright with me.”

“roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair.”

“come take my hand.”

“hey, i know it’s late, we can make it if we run.” 

“and i know you’re lonely for words that i ain’t spoken.”

“tonight we’ll be free, all the promises’ll be broken.”

“you know you can’t hold me forever.”

“i didn’t sign up with you.”

“this boy’s too young to be singin’ the blues.”

“i’ve finally decided my future lies beyond the yellow brick road.”

“give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes.”

“give him a hand that he could lean on and a strength to call his own.” 

“he came to turn the pages and to make a brand new start.”

“we’ll try to carry on.”

“what else could i do?”

“i’m so inspired by you.” 

“now i know that happiness goes on.”

“the greatest miracle of all is how i need you and how you needed me too.”

“maybe i’ve been hoping too hard but i’ve gone this far and it’s more than i hoped for.”

“i’ll take my chances.”

“now i know the woman that you are.”

“you’re wonderful so far and it’s more than i hoped for.”

“i’m so in love with you, honey.”

“everything is gonna be alright.”

“and now, i smile and face the girl that shares my name.”

“just give yourself some time.”

“that’s just growin’ up.”

“don’t overthink it, boy.”

#rp meme #roleplay meme #sentence starters #dialogue prompts #dialog prompts #ask meme #writing prompts #roleplay prompts #ask prompts #rp prompts #roleplay prompt #inbox meme #fluff #romance #humor #long post tw #long post #sorry i haven't posted in a while!! i've been very busy with work and if you couldn't tell going through a bit of a gender crisis #these songs have really helped me though and i hope they might help some of you too!! #also: tracks available upon request <3 #i know it's a little early for pride stuff but it's never too early to be gentle with yourself and love yourself #i'm also well aware it leans transmasc / enby and i'm sorry about that!! i did try to get some transfemme rep as well #whoever you are and whatever you identify as i love and support you and am cheering you on!!!

[trillian-anders]

there's no shame (in running) - 1/3

pairing: eddie munson x reader

warnings: descriptive violence, angst, fluff, eventual smut, slow burn

spoilers for season four, incl. vol 2. loosely follows canon.

word count: 6806

description: you'd missed him. eddie munson. best friend for one summer and one summer only. you were fairly certain you'd never talk to him again until he shows up at your place of work and tells you something truly strange.

note: wow an actual post after being absent for a year and a half, what can i say? i actually refuse to acknowledge what very well may be poor writing or set up for season 5. i'm grieving, so i had to write. missed you guys.

Summer, 1978

Hawkins, Indiana. There wasn’t much to it. Not from what you’d seen from the back of your parent’s Oldsmobile. From the beginning of town to your new home was only a few minutes.  You’d passed one large building, City Hall. Local grocer, a hardware store, few schools. 

“Boring.” You muttered. The window fogged with your breath as you leaned your head against the glass. The car rattled along with the hitched camper your parents stuffed to the gills with all of your belongings. 

“You need to be a little more optimistic pumpkin.” Your Dad certainly was an optimist. Cheerful to a fault even. It was his new job that had brought you here in the first place. A promotion he said. Military man. Very serious to others, and in some ways you. The standard in which you were to keep your room. Your personal hygiene. All of it was very important. But he was a softie. Wrapped around your finger, your Mom would bemoan often. “You get to reinvent yourself here,” He took a small turn, “Make new friends, practice some new hobbies, maybe join a club.” 

Yeah, maybe. 

But you already missed your friends from New York. Allen and Grace. You had cried on your front lawn, in a group hug, promising to call. Promising to write. 

Your Parents were “trying it out.” Being back together. A temporary separation from your Mother being aggravated with your Dad switching bases every few months. But now that he’s retired from the military, it’s different. He’s home more. They seem happy. 

You hoped it would work this time. 

The new house was a lot different than your apartment before. That caused a little excitement. 

“Here we are.” Your Mom shifted in her seat, the drive was long, uncomfortable. Your Dad pushed, 

“We’ve got to make good time.” But your Mom figured he had just wanted a few days of relaxing before he started work, so you didn’t really stop anywhere. Your legs were stiff. Not even sure if you could move them anymore. 

The car rocked up beside the house and shuddered to a stop as the ignition was killed. 

It was something called a rancher. Three bedrooms, enough space for you, your parents, and what your Dad was most excited about, a home office. The kitchen had ‘bar seating’ and had a formal dining room, something your Mother had been very adamant about. Not that you thought it mattered. Jogging around your Father opened your door and your Mother’s door at the same time. 

“Alright ladies, go get settled,” A kiss to your forehead as you exited the car, “I’ll grab what’s in the trunk.” 

Your Mom was a beautiful woman. You’d thought so anyway, even if she didn’t. You’d seen how she looked at herself in the mirror, tugging at the skin around her eyes, turning to the side and sucking in her stomach. She was not as optimistic as your Dad. She watched a lot of news. It seemed to always be on. Whether it was on the radio or on tv. 

“No better than the tabloids,” Your Father would rant. The ‘turn that shit off’ was silent...sometimes.

She was worried. A lot. About the course of the country. About what was going on in the neighborhood. About her weight. 

About yours. 

The fridge was constantly full of whatever new diet food was out, and any fad diet she could get her hands on she would constantly try. A little jab here, a little nag there, “Honey I really don’t think you should have another snack today.”

“Sweetie, I really think you need to make a better choice.”

“Love, I really think you can wait until dinner.” 

Always. 

But Dad was sneaky. Before. When he would visit or have you for the week you’d get whatever you wanted. If you wanted to eat hot dogs in central park. He was on it. You wanted ice cream for breakfast. Anything you want. Whatever to make you happy. 

“She’s a kid.” One of the big arguments, “It doesn’t matter.”

The shag carpet shifts under your feet as you enter your new home for the first time. 

“A little musty,” Your Mother’s nose scrunches.

“Nothing we can’t fix with a little elbow grease.” A grin on your Dad’s face as he sets the first box down in the living room. Your Mom wasn’t impressed. 

They’d put you in a free summer program. 

“Something to keep you busy,” Your Mom said. 

“So you can make new friends.” Your Dad said. 

Both were kind of the truth. 

It was like summer camp. But in the gymnasium of Hawkins Middle School. They had activities out in the yard as well as in the gym depending on what you felt like doing. Craft tables, card games, painting, or you could swing outside and play soccer, football, volleyball. Problem with those is you’d need to find friends to play with. Or you’d need to join an existing friend group to play. And that was way too much pressure. 

So you were crafting. 

A girl with braces and hair larger than you’d ever seen was teaching you how to weave on a plastic loom the first time you’d seen him. 

He was shy. From what you could see. Buzz cut, big eyes. Too big for his face. A full mouth. He was painting something on the table. You couldn’t see what it was from your vantage point. But there was no one around him. You swallowed harshly, thinking about what your Dad had mentioned at dropoff. 

“I know it’s difficult.” He’d knelt before you. Car idling beside you, “I don’t expect you to be a social butterfly and come home having made a gaggle of friends and being super popular.” His hands were a comfort, rubbing your shoulders, “But try this.” A little miniature from his pocket. Your favorite. A little goblin you’d hand painted with him. For his game. 

Dungeons and Dragons. 

That’s what he told you it was called. A game he and his friends played. It was a game, he said, “Where you go on a grand adventure, save the world, and defeat the forces of evil.” You’d helped him plenty of times. Creating stories. 

“What if you had a monster with eight arms and one eye?” You’d offer. The grin he’d have, helping you sculpt it out of clay. He said it was good to bond over shared hobbies. Not just for parents and kids, but hobbies were how you made friends. “It’s always good to have something you like to do in common.”

“Try this,” The little goblin. Two oversized eyes, pot belly, and grin with yellowed teeth. “Keep Gargle in your pocket, and when you get nervous, hold it really tight and think of me. And when I get nervous on my first day of work,” Your little monster, one of the monsters you’d created for him, “I’ll hold Magna real tight and think of you.” 

The goblin felt rough in your pocket as you gripped it in your fist. Standing before the boy with the buzz cut. He was painting a box. Something small with a latch. 

“Hi.” Your voice shook. His eyes were bigger up close. His tongue reached out and licked his lips.

“Hi.” Just one friend. That’s all Dad wanted. Just one. 

“I’m Y/N.” His eyes looked down at the box, fiddling with it. The black paint is on his fingers now. Eyes back on you he speaks low. 

“I’m Eddie.” It comes out as a croak. It was kind of instant after that.

Your Dad was so proud. 

And Eddie became a constant at your home. Dinners, sleepovers (much to your Mother’s chagrin), riding bikes through Hawkins. You’d found out he lived with his uncle. Both parents are gone. 

“My Dad’s in jail.” He admitted. But didn’t tell you why. Just that he never wanted to see him again. Eddie was sweet. He was shy. And he did whatever you’d asked him to. 

He told you of his friends, his band Corroded Coffin they’d decided on. 

“I play guitar, obviously.” 

“Why is it obvious?”

“Oh well…” He thought it was the coolest instrument to play, that’s why it was obvious. With complete candor it was a relief. A relief to have met Eddie on the first day of your term at camp. You’d spent the whole summer believing he was the only friend you needed. And you really did everything together. 

From the minute you’d stepped foot into Hawkins Middle you’d be attached at the hip. If you wanted to paint, he’d paint, if you wanted to play cards, he’d play cards. And he’d agreed to making friendship bracelets without question. The braided string tightly wound around each of your wrists. 

“Look.” In your basement. The table was littered with miniatures, tiny goblins, ghouls, monsters you helped create. The light in his eyes. Bright as your Dad ran a mini campaign for the two of you. He’d gifted a copy of the guide and a set of dice to Eddie for his birthday that year. 

“Something to get you started.” The grin on your Father’s face was immense. 

It was the last good summer. You think. The last one. In a long time. 

The last time you felt like a kid. Truly. 

The summer before you lost a key part of yourself. 

It was the summer before your Dad died. 

When your Dad died, everything ended. Everything. 

When school started Eddie tried to include you in his friend group. He did. But they didn’t seem very receptive. As most 12 year old boys wouldn’t be interested in a girl joining the group. But Eddie insisted. Corroded coffin wasn’t having it. And neither was anyone else. 

Your Mom put you in cheer. Maybe that was the turning point. 

You didn’t know whose fault it was. Yours or Eddie’s. But you stopped talking. 

He didn’t even look at you. 

So you didn’t look at him. 

At first. 

You were hurt. Of course you were. You’d written notes. Countless notes from simple ‘How are you?’, ‘I miss you’, to ‘Why are you ignoring me?’.... ‘What did I do?.’

You never delivered them. They sat, much with everything else you had from your time with Eddie, in a black box with a small gold latch, collecting dust. The same box he’d been painting the first day you met. A gift. He’d handed it to you, blushing. Shy. A little figurine your Dad helped him craft inside, along with a drawing he’d done of your half elf ranger. A few rocks he thought you’d think were cool. And a few of his guitar picks. 

He grew more wild. The shy boy you once knew became more outlandish. He started a Dungeons & Dragons club at school. Yelled at jocks. Roughhoused in the halls.

You’d see him from time to time. 

Walking by you in the hall, your eyes would lock. Like a game of chicken seeing who would look away first. 

The friendship bracelets were gone. 

He’d replaced his with rings. Chains on his jeans. Torn jean jackets and patch jobs. His once rich brown hair box dyed a shaggy black.

“Good thing you stopped hanging around that boy.” Your Mom would spit. “Never liked him.” 

Eddie “the Freak” Munson.

A new nickname he wore proudly. Flipping off both staff and students at school. 

You knew he knew, when your Dad passed away. There was a period of time where he’d almost seem choked every time he saw you. And you were clearly not doing well. Your ass was a permanent fixture in the guidance counselor's office. Three days a week sometimes, not by choice. 

“You can talk to me, you know?” Is what she’d say, but you didn’t feel like talking. You hadn’t talked to anyone in a while. You’d see Eddie in the hall and refuse to meet his eyes. The brush of his jacket as you squeeze past. Maybe a brush of a finger. By accident only. A few weeks had gone by before he seemingly had the courage. After school. 

“Hey.” A cleared throat. His voice had gotten deeper but it was still cracking. You looked back at him and shut your locker, lifting your backpack onto your shoulder. 

“Hi.” His eyes seemed glassy, lips bitten red. His tongue darts out to wet them before speaking again. He’s rocking on his heels a bit. Nervous. 

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry… About your old man.” You felt your throat constrict. Like it did when anyone brought him up. You sniff and turn away. 

“It’s fine.” You wanted to leave. You had to catch the bus. There was a small huff behind you and he reached and grasped your arm. 

“Y/N, it’s not fine. I just–”

“Please let me go.” You turn to him with watery eyes. You needed to get out of there. You didn’t know you’d been waiting for him to come talk to you this whole time and now that it’s happening the emotions were overwhelming. His hand slowly releases. And he just lets you leave. 

You wish he hadn’t. Maybe if he had insisted you would have invited him over like before. He could stay with you while you cried. He could maybe help you with all of Dad’s stuff in the basement collecting dust. Untouched from his final campaign. 

Work Related Accident.

That’s what they told you. At Hawkins Lab. You didn’t know what that meant. Did he fall from somewhere high? Was it painful? Did he suffer? No details. It’s a government facility after all. And no matter what questions your Mom had asked, they were quickly hushed with a sum of money she wouldn’t disclose the sum of. 

With lack of income now your Mom was forced to join the workforce. She got a job at The Hideout, a local dive. Asleep when you were getting ready for school, and already gone when you got home. You’d spend most of your nights eating microwaved bagel bites in front of the tv. Scribbling out your homework and falling asleep by nine. 

And it would be years before you’d talk to Eddie again. 

Spring, 1986

The diner was quiet tonight. Somewhat of an annoyance, but also somewhat of a relief. No rowdy kids throwing french fries across the table. No spilled sodas. Milkshakes spewed out of their noses. It was just you and a trucker stopping in for something to eat before hitting the road once more. The news ambled on in the background. Quiet. 

One more hour until you could close it up for good. 

“Pour me one more cup, sweetheart.” Low and grumbly, “Then you can close me out.” The tink of the trucker’s fork against the now empty plate of pie. A glare of headlights hit the front of the diner and your heart sank, it was too late to want to do anything now. You looked behind you at the line cook. John. He’d already begun cleaning up. You topped the trucker’s coffee as the bell rang on the front door. And your heart stopped. 

“Eddie?” He was panicking. Wild eyed. You could see a sheen on his face. Clammy and pale. His knuckles gripped white on the counter. 

“Y/N.” His eyes drifted to the trucker who was now staring at him. He swallowed. Hard. “I need you–your help.” It was startling. And you thought you should be angry. You hadn���t spoken in almost six years. You didn’t even know that he knew you worked here. And now he needs your help? But the panic. The sweat. It gave you a chill. It made your stomach turn. Something was wrong. 

The trucker’s footsteps retreated on the gravel as you locked the door, flipping the open sign to closed. You noticed Eddie’s van, parked haphazardly by the dumpster, almost out of view entirely. You’d sat him in a booth, his hands gripping a cup of coffee he hasn’t taken a sip of. He’d closed the blinds around him. 

“I’m heading out.” A call from the back. 

“See you tomorrow John.” And the two of you were alone. It was then you saw how badly Eddie was shaking. Trembling. As you slipped into the booth he jumped, startled. Eyes drifting slowly from his hands up towards your face. His rings tapped against the mug. “Eddie–”

“I didn’t do it.” Quick, startling, “You have to believe me.” His hand shot out and gripped yours. He felt as clammy as he looked. “I didn’t–” He was crying. 

“Eddie,” You place your hand over his, leaning in. “I need you to calm down and tell me what happened.” His bottom lip trembled. 

“Chrissy…” Eyes rolling up to look at the ceiling. 

“Cunningham?” The cheerleader. She was a sophomore when you graduated. When Eddie was supposed to graduate the first time. You knew her. Vaguely. You had nothing against her. Not really. A sharp pain in your chest whenever you thought about her though. 

The talent show, 1980. 

You hadn’t planned on going. Not at first. But you’d seen Eddie sign Corroded Coffin up to play and you couldn’t help it. You’d wanted to see him play on stage before, never had the chance. You had felt so proud of him. It was the first time they’d performed for an audience. This was pre-Hideout days. Before they started performing regularly at your Mom’s job. 

You’d gone into the hall behind the auditorium. Working yourself up for it. You were going to talk to him. For the first time in a year. You were gonna do it. You had a reason to. To congratulate him on his performance. Let him know you saw it. Let him know how much better he’d gotten since strumming your Dad’s acoustic in your basement. Maybe you could be friends again. This was your in. 

Until you’d seen him with Chrissy. 

He liked her. You could tell. He really liked her. And you didn’t know why your chest hurt so badly. His hand rubbed against his freshly buzzed hair and she gripped her pom poms to her chest and grinned up at him in a way that made you sick. The way he looked at her, it made your stomach turn. Acidic, bubbling up your throat. Your chest was tight. He’d never looked at you that way. As the rest of the band stumbled out the door carrying equipment, Eddie soon dropped off to help them. Chrissy skipped away to join her friends. 

And you left. Without saying a word. 

You didn’t need him. 

“Chrissy Cunningham?” You asked again. His eyes. You’d never seen them so wide. 

“She’s…dead.” And he didn’t do it. He didn’t… The disbelief on your face. You could feel it. And he could sense the fear.

“Eddie–”

“I didn’t. Y/N, please.” You pulled your hands from his and he chased them, abandoning the coffee mug, gripping your right hand with both of his. “I know you’re not gonna believe me, but please. I didn’t do it. They’re gonna say I did it, but I didn’t.” You had to know he didn’t. Not Eddie. No way. He’d cried when he accidentally killed a ladybug. You had to have a funeral. A headstone made out of twigs. 

“What happened?” It was unbelievable. He was right. But you’d never seen him so scared before. And your gut had never been wrong. But her body, levitating? Bones snapping? Her eyes…

“I didn’t know where else to go.” And he came to you. You felt conflicted. But the timer was running out. “Wayne will be home in a few hours, he’ll find her and then they’ll be looking for me.” You had a choice to make. And you didn’t know what to do. Your eyes drifted back out towards his van. The tick of the clock behind you in silence before you decided,

“We’ve gotta ditch the van.” You tug your bottom lip between your teeth, looking back at his glassy and hopeful eyes. “C’mon.” 

Why were you doing this? The early hours of the morning greeted you, Eddie in the backseat under a blanket, van tucked away in the woods by Lovers Lake. There was mud on your shoes from the hike back to your car. Pulling into your driveway with a sigh of relief, “Mom’s not home yet.” As you kill the engine. “Hurry.” 

The basement, untouched. White sheets covered mostly everything, a thick layer of dust on top made the both of you cough as you swept one of them off the couch. The plaid green couch that you’d last sat on the day your Father died. Eddie’s eyes swept the room. 

“Y/N–”

“I couldn’t.” You shook your head. “I couldn’t touch anything.” He nods. It’s an understanding. But so much has happened in the last 8 hours you were pretty sure he wasn’t actually listening anyway. “Mom never comes down here so just don’t make a lot of noise and you’ll be fine.” You could begin to feel how tired you are. The weight in your limbs. Eddie sunk into the couch beside you. A beat of silence, then another.

“Do you believe me?” It was important. You could tell. But you didn’t know. The Eddie you knew wouldn’t have killed anyone. But you weren’t sure if you knew him anymore. Not really. And you weren’t sure if you really were harboring a murderer or not. But it was important for him, to know you believe him. The silence was too loud. “Okay…” He sniffs, “Okay.” 

“Get some rest.” You pushed up from the couch, “When my Mom goes to work we can figure it out.” It had to be enough. For now. And as you started up the stairs you couldn’t help but feel your heart break with the way he looked at you. But you needed sleep. You both did. 

And it hadn’t come easy. 

But in the end it came. And that’s all that mattered. 

Later on that day, Mom had already left before you’d woken up. And you called the diner to let them know that you couldn’t come in. Your eyes couldn’t part with the tv screen. Nails bitten clean off. Down to nubs, painful and a little red. Bacon was frying on the stove. 

“A body was discovered in Forest Hill Trailer park this morning–” Eddie’s trailer not too far in the background. Blurry. Alongside the rest of the trailers in the back. The creak of the basement stairs made you jump, turning quickly to see Eddie creaking the door open. You’d shouted down to him ten minutes ago. He hadn’t responded. You thought he was still asleep. But it didn’t look like he’d slept at all. His eyes instantly shot to the screen where the reporter continued, “Police are asking for cooperation in finding the killer, if you have seen anything suspicious please do not hesitate to call in.” You stepped to the tv and turned the knob, changing the channel to something a little less ominous. 

“Food’s almost ready,” You gesture your head to the bathroom, “Go shower, give me your clothes so I can wash them.” You didn’t know what you were doing. As you shut the lid to the washing machine and cranked the knob. What the hell were you doing? 

Your hands shook as you plated the food in front of him. He was in your Dad’s clothes. Temporarily. Just sweats and a t-shirt, but still. This whole situation was unnerving. 

“Please talk to me.” A whisper. A plea. His voice seemed so soft. You sighed heavily, taking a sip of orange juice. 

“I don’t know what to say.” Which was true. Which was why you weren’t saying anything. What do you say? What could you say? 

“Anything, please.” You watched him push his eggs around his plate. He was nervous. You could hear the clock ticking behind you. The cartoons flashing across the screen not too far away.  And you were sure that your heart was pounding so hard it could burst through your chest at any moment. 

“How is school going?” It felt redundant. Stupid to ask. He’d been held back. Twice. You remember. He tugged his lip between his teeth and shrugged. 

“Thought I was gonna finally graduate.” He thought he was. Who knows what will happen now. “Ms. O’Donnel was giving me some extra credit. Help me get my grade up. All I had to do was pass the final. A 70 or more.” And now he was wanted for murder. “You really haven’t gone down there since…” The basement. 

You cleared your throat, “No.” You wiped your sweaty palms against your shorts, “I couldn’t.” He hesitated and then said,

“I missed you… I missed you a lot.” You scoff. 

“You stopped talking to me.” His brow furrows, 

“No, you stopped talking to me.” You roll your eyes. 

“Eddie–” His fork drops to the plate as there’s a knock on the door. Not just a knock, but a pounding. “My room.” You grab his plate and toss it in the trash, glass in the sink. “Now.” He runs, shutting the door behind him as you step to look into the peephole. You unlock the door and yank it open, stuffing yourself in the empty space, one foot in and one foot out. 

“Harrington?” You were out of breath, needed to calm down, “What are you doing here?” With Buckley and a group of kids you didn’t recognize. You knew Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley only because you’d worked with them for a brief moment before Starcourt burned down. Not really acquaintances at school, not enough to nod.

“Is Eddie here?” A kid with a trucker hat and braces. Your heart begins to race. 

“Henderson, relax.” Steve stood with his hands on his hips, “He means to ask if you’ve seen him.” 

“Why would I have seen him?” You cross your arms, leaning against the door jam. Dustin looks confused, 

“Because he’s in trouble and he talks about you all the time, so why wouldn’t he come to you when he’s in trouble?” The kid, Dustin, steps closer. “We just want to help.” A crash could be heard behind you and Dustin uses that to rush past. 

“Kid!” The rest follow, running in. It doesn’t take long. Dustin enters your room without knocking, with Steve quick to follow. Another crash and you’re running in after them. Eddie had Steve up against the wall. The letter opener from your desk against his throat. Dustin was pushing himself up from the floor where he’d been presumably knocked down in the tussle. “Eddie!”

“Hey, Eddie, it’s okay.” You could feel the audience growing behind you as Dustin began to reason with him. “We’re here to help.”

“Eddie.” You call. His eyes drifted towards yours. Steve is sweating. 

“We’re just here to help.” Robin repeats. You step closer, softly gripping Eddie’s wrist. 

“Here, give it to me.” You can see Eddie’s knuckles are a blistering white against the handle of the sharp letter opener. You could see he’d been going through your desk beforehand. That little black box opened, its contents splayed across the surface. Not really time to think about it now, “Eddie, please.” 

“We just wanna know what happened.” 

His grip loosens on the letter opener, enough for you to slip it from his hand, and he moves. He presses himself into the wall and slides down, resting his forehead on his knees. You squat in front of him, tossing the letter opener on your bed, you rest your hands over his. 

“You guys will never believe me.” It’s mumbled. Shaky. 

“Try us.” It’s the girl. The one whose brother died in the fire last year. You recognize her. She meets your eyes and shrugs. 

It’s unbelievable. But he’s not lying. Not after what they tell you. It kind of feels like a joke. Something sick and twisted from some campaign that’s had nothing but low rolls. Failing at every turn. You feel Eddie’s eyes on you as they talk about the lab. Hawkin’s Lab. What went on there. Something you’re sure your Father knew about. How could he have not? You’re sunk to the floor in front of Eddie. The strength in your legs is long gone. Dustin and Robin are sitting on your bed. Max was still in the doorway. Steve was leaning against your desk. 

“So Vecna…” You began, “Is it just on a list of creatures in the Upside Down?” 

“Not a creature, but… A dark wizard.” Dustin offers. 

“Like in D&D.” Eddie’s hand grazed your arm before settling. It gave you comfort you didn’t know you needed. You read about him. Vecna. In the new book. Briefly. You hadn’t played in a while, but you still kept up on the guide books. The Cult of Vecna. Unfathomable power. 

“So this creature has the power to curse those topside?” You tug your lip between your teeth, “How do they choose? What happens if one of us is next?” 

“It was easier when we had this girl.” Steve offered, “El, she had superpowers. So.” But that didn’t really help us now. Eddie seemed to have some kind of peace with the explanation. It didn’t help his case with local police, but knowing that the government knew about what was going on here in Hawkins made him feel like there could be a way out. 

“If they don’t just pin it on me in a coverup.” Was uttered later. 

But the group decided to go investigate. Leaving the two of you with a walkie talkie and new information you had to mull over. 

After shutting the front door, you made a beeline for the basement. The table in the center, covered for years, you rip the sheet from the surface. Revealing what’s underneath. It looked like a village. Mountains and forest surrounding. Center of town. But now you knew what it was. What it really was. 

“It’s Hawkins.” You tell Eddie. “It was always Hawkins.” The two of you circle to the table. Where your Father would have sat. Where the villains come from. He sat on the edge of the board where the lab would be. “He knew.” You couldn’t help it, bottom lip trembling. “He knew something bad was coming.” 

“They said that the Upside Down didn’t open until 1983.” Eddie reasoned. So what did that mean? He died in 1979. Four years before the Upside Down opened. You shrug. 

“He must have seen something.” You shake your head, looking at the pawns still on the board. “Or maybe he was threatening to tell the truth.” About what was actually going on there. The testing. The kids. Which would mean maybe Eleven knew him. In some capacity. Maybe she would know what happened to him.��

“You kept it.” His knuckles rested on the table. Rings scraping against the surface. You looked up at him questioningly. “The box.” There was fondness there, in his voice. 

“What did Dustin mean?” You ask. “When I opened the door, he said he knew to come here because you talked about me all the time.” His cheeks seemed to flush, he cleared his throat and began, 

“Your Dad introduced me to Dungeons and Dragons, it’s only fair that you’d come up every once in a while.” It wasn’t the answer you’d been hoping for. The disappointment felt high in your chest. It sat like a weight on your heart and you nodded. 

“Makes sense.” There was a pregnant pause. Something that seemed to be itching out of both of your throats, but something that wouldn’t come out. His stomach growled and you sigh, starting back up the stairs, “You never finished your breakfast.” 

He’d changed a bit since you’d last seen him. The chains weren’t new. Neither was the clothing he had on, fresh from the dryer. But his hair was longer. He had tattoos now. His face had lost that last bit of baby weight. He looked almost too thin. But that’s what being poor is like. There wasn’t always food. Which is why he was currently inhaling everything you’d put before him. 

Something in him settled after talking to the group. His appetite came back at least. 

“I’m going to head to the store.” You shuffle towards the cabinet, pulling a coffee tin out of the back behind a box of honeycomb. “I’ll grab some groceries,” You flip through a few bills, “Some snacks for you to keep downstairs.” Because for half the day he won’t be up here. Shoving the coffee can back, you turn to bills being pushed in your face. 

“Here.” One hand outstretched towards you with the money, and the other still holding his wallet open. Empty. This $34 is the only money he had. “Could you grab me a six pack too?” Money exchanged, you looked at him exasperated. 

“I don’t think you should be drinking right now.” 

“Well I don’t have any weed and I can’t calm my nerves.” He exaggerates his hand shaking which makes you roll your eyes. 

“You’re so annoying.” As you slip on your shoes you hear him say his appreciation, muffled by the door slamming behind you. 

It wasn’t far. Two minute drive. There was too much to process as you walked through the grocery store, throwing things in the cart haphazardly. Eddie didn’t kill Chrissy. He was just dealing to her. She was cursed by Vecna, killed. In his trailer. And no one knew where he would strike next. If he would strike next. And your Father… his death was not an accident. 

Government coverup is more likely. 

You stopped in front of the cooler section. The beers in variety staring back at you. You felt overwhelmed. And suddenly, very, very tired. You grabbed the cheapest six pack you could find and hit the register. 

It was as you loaded the groceries into the car that you saw them. Jason Carver was hard to miss with his blonde hair and letterman jacket. Followed by a group dressed the same. He looked devastated. He was Chrissy’s boyfriend. That’s what Eddie told you. When he looked your way you caught a chill. Did he know? How could he know? Were you just paranoid? You tore your eyes away as fast as possible and slammed the trunk. You had to get out of here. 

Eddie was watching cartoons on the couch when you returned. 

“I’d help you, but–”

“Yeah, yeah.” Two trips later the groceries were laid out and sorted. “Take this downstairs.” A paper bag filled with chips and chocolate. Candy. Snacks you could remember him liking. The six pack was placed in the basement’s mini fridge, plugged back into the wall for the first time in a long time. But the beer wouldn’t last long. Eddie had already cracked one open before you’d placed it in there. 

The two of you settled on the couch, staring at what was a Lord of the Rings, rather, a Middle Earth inspired Hawkins. 

“I think we need to talk.” Your admission made him take a deep intake of breath. He took a deeper pull from his beer. 

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” The two of you sat in silence for a moment. Staring at each other. The sun had set fully just a moment ago. 

“Do you want to start or–” Eddie clears his throat and picks at the torn fabric of his jeans. 

“I’m not sure what to say to start.” He admitted. 

“Maybe why you–” Left me, “Stopped talking to me. All Together.” He thought about it for a beat. Then another. 

“I didn’t mean to.” Guilt. “I didn’t really… I guess I didn’t really fight to keep you around.” When you’d met Gareth and Jeff they’d been apprehensive. They didn’t want you taking Eddie away from them, away from the band. They said you’d be a distraction. “Which I didn’t get because how could you have been?” You’d been such an important part of his life that summer. But like Yoko Ono had broken up the Beatles, you’d break them up too. “Which is crazy because I didn’t even think of you as a girl.” Ouch. “Not that I didn’t know–it’s not that I didn’t see you as a girl–I just never really thought about you like that.” Double ouch. He buried himself. And it was hard for you to swallow. The dead skin on your finger suddenly seemed far more interesting.

“I didn’t exactly put up a fight either.” You’d just accepted it. He started hanging out with Gareth and Jeff when school started back up and that’s when he’d started walking by you in the halls. You’d go to greet him and he’d turn the other way. It broke your heart. But more than that. You had to explain to your Dad why Eddie suddenly wasn’t coming over. That hurt more than anything. You remember how upset he’d gotten for you, but then tried to explain how kids were. 

“He’ll come back around,” Your Dad promised, “He will.” 

“Still…” Eddie continued, “I should have done more.” But he tried. Maybe. The interaction in the hall. Just after your Dad died. 

“You tried to talk to me and I pushed you away.” That one was your fault. No doubt about that. But Eddie shook his head. 

“You were grieving.” 

“And I really needed you.” It came out more of a whimper than you wanted. “And I still pushed you away.” He places the now empty beer can on the floor and leans back against the arm rest, head tipping back to look at the ceiling. 

“I thought about just coming over.” Eddie shrugged, “I think I even got to your door once or twice, but I just couldn’t do it.” His voice was terse, angry. “Which makes sense… I’m a coward after all. I just run.” He was sore over leaving Chrissy’s body like that. She died alone. Afraid. And he ran. “I just run away when things get hard.” Just like when he couldn’t face you in the hall. In middle school, right there at the beginning. He would turn the other way. Avoid. “After your Dad died I kept hoping, maybe you’d come to me.” Maybe you’d seek him out. For comfort. 

“I wanted to.” But you couldn’t. You thought… there was no place for you in his life anymore. You didn’t want to risk the rejection on top of it all. You thought him reaching out to you was just for pity. 

“It wasn’t.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose, “Your Dad… was the best.” His Dad was a jailbird. Teaching him how to steal from when he had honed his fine motor skills. How to hotwire a car. How to peddle drugs. Your Dad though, was everything he had wanted his Dad to be. Everything he could have hoped for in a Father. And your Dad was so giving with the love and approval he had. “I cared about him, and about you.” You waited for the ‘I still do.’ It seemed absent. 

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” The two of you sat in silence. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” It feels stupid now. In light of everything. You’d both been too scared. You’d both ran away from one another, and for a brief moment your mind wanders to what could have been. You’d have been in Hellfire Club. A founder maybe. Eddie, who you once taught the game, would have been your Dungeon Master. You’d have been together. Through all of it. Maybe you’d have gone to prom together. Maybe Eddie wouldn’t have failed high school had you been there to tutor him. He wouldn’t have been dealing to Chrissy. He wouldn’t have been there when she died and she wouldn’t have died in his trailer. Maybe this is all your fault. 

“Hey.” A touch to your hand. “Where did you go just then?” You forgot how big his eyes were. God, you forgot how big his eyes were. How full his lips were. You shook your head, retreating in on yourself. 

“Just thinking about something stupid.” Pushing yourself from the couch, away from him, you’d fetched him blankets from upstairs. The chest at the end of your bed and spared him a pillow. “This might be better for you tonight.” Hopefully he could finally get some sleep. 

“Thanks.” He settled back onto the couch, feet hanging off the end by a hair. 

“I’ll uh… talk to you tomorrow.” Before you could retreat his hand reached out and grasped yours. 

“Thank you, honestly, for everything.” Your heart skips a beat as he brushes his lips to your knuckles. Briefly. 

“You’re welcome, for everything."

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[elysianstars]

Looking through Emblem bond conversations with the Fell Four, and picking out my favourites because why not?

Marth: You may show bravado, but you’re actually quite kind, aren’t you? Both in and out of battle.

Rafal: What?! That is laughably inaccurate. Though I will admit to making an effort of late.

Love that every time someone calls Rafal kind, his response is 'withdraw those false accusations immediately'.

Celica: Deep down, I know you possess a kind heart. Why do you not show it?

Rafal: What do you mean? My disposition is nothing short of sunny. Surely you agree.

He's figured out a new way to deal with it now.

Edelgard: When all of this is over, what do you plan to do?

Alear: Hmm… I think I’d like to take my time and travel the world. And also read and sleep a lot.

Highly relatable, but YOU HAVE SLEPT ENOUGH.

Celica: It’s no good to eat such acidic food all the time. You should try to round out your nutrition a bit.

Nel: I suppose if someone is going to mother me, it may as well be an ancient and ageless Emblem.

Emblems trying to make dragons stop eating such terrible foods, round one.

Veyle: Roy, look! I’ve never seen food this red before. I bet it’s super spicy and super delicious.

Roy: But, Veyle…the look, the smell, the burning! It does not look like it belongs in anyone’s mouth.

Round two!

Roy: An entire shaker, Nel? I can’t imagine any food needing that much salt.

Nel: It is a pity you will never be able to taste my gift to culinary advancement.

Round three!

Edelgard: I’ll admit, one thing about you does trouble me. The amount of sugar you put in your tea…

Rafal: The sweeter the better, Edelgard. I will brook no disagreement on this point.

Round four! There's a few others too, so I stopped at this point.

Alear: Your battle strategy is always so calm and logical. I should probably try to think that way…

Soren: We each have things we are and are not suited for. Calm rationale may not be yours.

Ouch.

Rafal: Am I cursed to have older sisters eternally fuss over me? Did I not tell you I am no child?

Micaiah: I’m sorry. I heard you were a little brother, and I was thinking you must have been very cute.

Micaiah, the woman who called Rafal cute and lived to tell the tale.

Veyle: Didn’t a Fell Dragon ravage your world? You must hate it when I’m around.

Lucina: Not at all. You look different. You act different. You are your own dragon, Veyle.

Fell Dragons feel awkward around Lucina, part one.

Lucina: Rafal, is it my imagination, or are you avoiding me? I thought we were a team after that battle.

Rafal: Your home was destroyed by a Fell Dragon. I, too, am a destroyer. You should avoid me.

Part two!

Nel: I hear you have a history with Fell Dragons. Do not feel obligated to socialize with me.

Lucina: I don’t feel obligated, Nel. I’d like to get to know you as a person, not just as a Fell Dragon.

Part three!

Lucina: Nel! As a token of our friendship, I’ve designed some clothing for you. Vander’s handiwork!

Nel: A large spicy pepper embroidered on the front. I suppose it does represent my preferences.

The follow-up. Since she mentioned Vander, I'm guessing it's a piece of knitting? Maybe a jumper?

Lyn: You look tired. If there’s something dragging you down, you can tell me. I’m a good listener.

Alear: I still hesitate sometimes in battle because I’m so inexperienced.

Alear: Then I second-guess myself afterward, thinking of all the things I should have done instead.

Lyn: Don’t worry about making mistakes. You have friends─and me─to guide you through them.

*grabs Alear by the shoulders* SWEETIE YOU ARE DOING AMAZING. Even when you're screwing up and getting yourself killed, you're still amazing. He says similar things in other conversations and I just. Can someone corporeal please give him a hug already?

Ike: Well, what do you think? Do I seem strong to you yet?

Rafal: I will admit your aid was helpful. Perhaps, of the two of us, we can say you are second strongest.

This is even funnier in context when you see them standing next to each other.

Rafal: You… You are quite the enigma. You fight so fiercely, yet appear so weak.

Eirika: Should I…take that as a compliment?

I don't think he knows whether it was a compliment either.

Alear: Oh, Professor! Sorry, I know I’m not one of your students. I just wanted to see how it felt.

Byleth: I don’t mind. It’s what most everyone called me, after all.

Alear is being cute and I can't handle it.

Byleth: Whatever you’re eating looks pretty tasty.

Rafal: An ally gave these to me. I was told that they were too sweet, but I find them perfect.

Byleth: Good to hear! Seeing you enjoy those reminds me of an old friend.

Rafal: We are having a conversation here. Reminisce on your own time.

Rafal has now become known as a repository for unwanted sweets. Also...did you not realise Byleth telling you that was part of the conversation. That's what was happening there. Sharpen those social skills, Rafal.

Corrin: I spent most of my youth cooped up in a castle. Everything felt fresh when I got to leave.

Alear: I can relate to that. It sounds like our circumstances aren’t so different.

I mean...if I had to pick the main similarity between you two, it would not be that. I'd probably go for the whole 'amnesia + reunited with my mother and then watched her die + evil dragon dad final boss' chain of events. Maybe that's just me though.

Corrin: I hear you risked your life for the sake of your brother. I did something very similar once.

Nel: Rafal is precious to me. I wanted to protect him. Above all, I wanted him to feel accepted.

I love you Nel.

Edelgard: You charge alone into battle far too frequently. I would urge you to think more of your allies.

Rafal: If you dislike me so intensely, then leave. No one is forcing you to deal with me.

Edelgard: That is not what I said. I am merely imploring you to consider some basic strategy.

Rafal: If my being alone in battle is your concern, then clearly your best course is to accompany me.

Love that Rafal's reaction to being told he's endangering himself is 'okay guess you hate me then'.

Nel: If it is all right with you, Tiki, I would like a hug.

Tiki: Of course! I feel so safe with you. I think the gentle hands had to be yours…

Nel: So you do recall my sending you to slumber. Well, I am glad you are back with us for good.

Wait, Emblems CAN give hugs now?

Tiki: I don’t remember you too much, but I feel like I’m safe with you for some reason!

Rafal: That is the wrong instinct to have. Nevertheless, I will endeavor to be kind to you from now on.

His line delivery is the best part of this. He's so absolutely done. Like, he was the source of the original problem, so he gets no right to complain, but he's still done. AND he'll keep knocking away accusations of kindness, even though he's just owned up to it here.

Veronica: I hear you spent a thousand years looking after your sister. I’m jealous of your relationship.

Rafal: You envy my atonement? My just punishment for crushing my sister’s heart?

Veronica: No, I envy the time you’ve had together. I may never see my brother again.

Rafal: If he left you, it must have been with some goal in mind. Trust in that, or find him and stop him.

Too late, Bruno's dead.

Camilla: You have such lovely hair. If only I was corporeal, I would love to brush it for you.

Alear: Oh, um… That’s very kind of you, but just the thought is enough for me.

Camilla no.

Camilla: You need a confidant, Rafal. Come, rest your head on my shoulder. Tell me everything.

Rafal: Ridiculous. Your shoulder is not even corporeal. Why are you looking at me like that?

Camilla NO.

Camilla: I’ve noticed you keep your friends at arm’s length, no matter how warmly they accept you.

Rafal: I caused my sister’s death. I all but destroyed an entire world. I am irredeemable.

Camilla: That’s not what your friends believe. Don’t you think you owe them a little bit of trust?

Rafal: You…do have a point. Thank you, Camilla. I will try to see the matter from their perspective.

Camilla yes actually, tell him how it is.

General Observations - Veyle asks most of the Emblems if they'll be friends with her, and it's adorable. Nel mentions a few times that she's been speaking too harshly to Alear, despite not meaning to. Rafal and Soren's conversations are a disappointment, the two meanest people in the army and they hardly say anything funny to each other.

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