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envy-of-the-apple · 5 months

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Heart Infection (Part One)

(I usually only post dark content here but im lowkey proud of this one. The rest of the fic is here

In a world where society has gotten used to zombie outbreaks, your domestic life is turned into chaos and a race for survival when an outbreak occurs in your city. In the middle of it all, you stumble upon a giant, speaking in a foreign language. He won’t show you his face. He’s ruthless. He’s a force to be reckoned with. But, despite the fact you can’t understand him, you know without a doubt this man would die to protect you.

Pairing: König x reader

They always say it happens fast.

They never clarified how fast.

It was just one report. One incident of someone behaving strangely. Just a couple of minor incidents. You hadn't thought much of it. You existed as you had always: going to work, lazing around your home, talking with your friends. One week you carried life as normal, the next you were getting bombarded by alerts to stay inside.

Lock your doors. Stay silent. Stay undetectable. It was the last message you got before your internet went out, and you descended into a microscopic dark age.

You’ve never really thought about outbreaks all that much. It’s a tragedy, but it’s a rarity. The probability of it happening to you or anyone else you knew was 0.0005%. Maybe even less. It was never supposed to happen to you.

The screaming ended days ago. You still didn’t move from your spot, huddled in a small corner of your apartment, too scared to do anything else.

You could hear them every so often. The groaning. The horrific footsteps of something not human. At least, something not human anymore. They’re so loud. You didn’t think anything could be this loud. Their screams ricochet off the walls, into your apartment. Sometimes it’s upstairs. Sometimes it’s right by your door.

A morbid part of you wondered if you’d be able to recognize them. Your neighbors, something that used to be your neighbors. You couldn’t, something which you were grateful for. All the moans, the garbles, the shrieks, they were all incoherent, unrecognizable. Inhuman.

Protocol had been drilled into your head ever since you were a kid. In schools, you had outbreak drills, where you and your classmates sat in a room for five minutes until the lights came back on and class resumed as normal. If an outbreak happened when you were at home stay put. Stay silent. Stay unnoticed.

Only now are you realizing the parallelisms between now and the drills practiced by schoolchildren during the Cold War. Teachers would tell their students to hide under tables. They'd board up the windows. It was all useless. Just a half-hearted attempt to quell the nerves of the people. To give them a false sense of security.

You check your phone, tapping on the screening, telling yourself you’d put it on silent already. You can’t charge it. The power in your apartment went out two weeks ago. You’re pretty sure the water went with it too. You can’t connect to the internet. The phone lines are down. At this point, your phone is only good for its flashlight.

(You don’t even think about turning it on even in the darkness of your apartment. They’re attracted to light.)

It’s useless, but you’re still pulling up your mom’s contact. You send her a message. The 438th one.

‘Still alive. I love you.’

Message unable to deliver responds your phone. You turn it off, closing your eyes.

Your mother, God what was she thinking right now? She wasn’t in the city. She lives miles away in your hometown. You knew she was already aware, probably sick with worry. The last outbreak happened two years ago in a small town all the way on the other side of the country. You were home from college, cuddled up with her on the couch as you two watched the news in horror. Her co-worker’s daughter had been in the infected city. She hadn’t made it. Your mom attended the funeral.

She later admitted to you that she was glad it wasn’t you she was watching on the TV.

You wonder if she remembers these words right now. If they haunt her.

Outside, the siren flicks off. It had been blaring static music for the past hour. They’re attracted to noise. The woman’s voice is too cheery for the current situation. Her voice was too clinical, and measured. It was obvious that it was pre-recorded. She always repeated the same thing: We apologize for the delay of Aide. Please remain in your homes. We thank you for your patience.

You’d be annoyed if you weren’t so terrified.

It had only been three weeks since your world went to shit, but you’d already lost hope of help ever arriving. Maybe the tanks, the guns, the arsenal were already on their way but they hadn’t gotten to you yet, too preoccupied by the swarms of monsters. You’d already boarded up your windows, too afraid to see something you didn’t want to see, but through the tiny cracks, the barren streets were lifeless. No one had come. Not yet, at least.

The barren streets were lifeless. Lifeless, not empty.

During the first two days, there were many of them. Now, you could sometimes see a couple, if any at all.

Their skin had lost the brightness of a human’s. Each one was a dull shade of grayish green. Some decayed faster than others, revealing rotting flesh right underneath their sagging skin. You’d seen a couple missing arms, and legs, mindlessly limping, crawling away to some unknown destination. When they weren’t hunting, they were slow. Truly dead.

The worst were the children. Small, bodies stumbling here and there. Tiny bones jutting out from rotting skin. Sickly eyes that had been gone for days. You couldn’t bear to look outside after that.

You'd seen them hunt before. It was during the first couple of hours when everything went to shit. The man was running, dragging his clearly broken leg as fast as he could. He wasn't fast enough. They had caught up to him in minutes. You had to turn away when his screaming turned to painful shrieks. You could still hear them every so often, even after you boarded up your windows. You don't think you'll ever be able to forget his begs for help. Ever the coward, you prayed he didn't see you. You prayed it wasn't you he was begging to.

The guilt kept you up at night sometimes. Every so often, you'd hear another scream, another tearing of flesh. You just lay there, covering your ears with your hands, hoping you'd wake up from this nightmare.

Had your friends ended up like that? You hadn't been able to get into contact with any of them. Hopefully, they had evacuated. You couldn't even think of them huddled up like you, stuck to listening to the terror outside. Or perhaps a fate even worse turned into a rotting corpse still living.

Your pantry was full of canned food. Beans, corn, tomatoes. You knew you wouldn’t have to worry about food running out, that is if you could ever have an appetite big enough for a full meal. You had water bottles too, all piled into the back of your closets.

The real issue wasn’t food. The real issue wasn’t water. It was the wait. The terrifying suspense every time you moved a bit too fast, terrified that something above or below you would hear. You were always warned about how strong these things were. Devoid of the human limitations, they will do everything they can to claw past wood, concrete, steel. It doesn’t matter how mangled they get. They can’t feel pain.

Your pantry was overflowing with food. Now, all you had to do was play the waiting game.

You've noticed they're more active in the night rather than the day. It made sense, to a degree. The cooler air slowed down the rate of decay. The sun was harsh, especially during the summer months. Why would a rotting piece of meat ever want to stay underneath the burning sun?

But it made the nights tenser. You could hardly sleep when the sun went down and the light in your apartment faded to pitch black. They were louder. Hungrier. It was as though they took their anger on the sun out on the darkness, letting their fury consume everything in their path.

You flinch when another bang ricochets across your apartment. Tonight seemed to be the worst. The shuffling. The growling. It seemed to all get desperate. Impatient.

It was starting to seem more and more as though they were looking for something.

You don't even want to entertain that thought, but you could hear scratching through the walls. The sound of human fingers raking their claws against cement. Tonight, you had barricaded yourself in your closet, nestled between your clothes. You could hear the muffled echoes of things crawling upstairs, knocking things over.

It almost distracts you from the thudding at the front door. Like a body is being rammed against your door over and over and over and over and over and over and-

Your door has to give eventually. You want to curse yourself for it because you once remembered your mom berating you for not installing better security and tougher doors. You'd laughed her concerns off. You thought it was paranoia.

The door caves in, something inhuman is crawling into your apartment. All that you can think about is your mom's knowing I told you so.

Haggard footsteps made their way into your abandoned living room. It was loud, messily bumping into tables and walls. There didn't seem to be a set direction. It didn't know where exactly you were. It didn't matter.

You were going to die.

It was a startling thought, but not something you could deny. You were only able to survive for five days, that alone was a miracle. That’s all this was. Luck. A roll of the dice. You weren’t a survivor. You were weak, with zero combat experience. This was all just a one-in-a-million chance. You still have no clue how you managed to survive this long. Maybe the monsters thought you were already dead? Maybe they thought you were too weak to even bother? You didn't know why you were still thinking about this. It wasn't like it mattered. You were living on borrowed time. Your front door was no match for it. What about your room? What will the numerous barricades even do against these things?

You were out of time.

You can feel the sting of tears in your eyes. You suck in your breath, huddling into a tighter ball.

This thing was going to find you. This thing was going to kill you. And there was nothing you could do about it.

You check your phone. Still, no signal. You sent her your last message, anyway.

'I love you'

A part of you hopes your messages never get through to her. So she wouldn't have to know her child died with fear. With pain. You pray to any god still listening to you that she will assume you died within the first day, unaware, oblivious. You prayed she would know that you died a merciful death.

But the gods hate you. They laugh at you, leering as the thing drags its body closer and closer to your room, towards your closet with a trembling hulk of flesh locked inside, ripe for the taking.

And then it stops. You wait, bracing yourself. When there's still no movement, you realize that it's listening for something.

Soon, you hear it too.

Gunshots.

You clasp a hand over your mouth, stifling your gasp. Had help arrived? Had you just narrowly avoided being eaten?

The thing just outside your room door growls. You can hear it hustle out of your apartment on unsteady legs, as it fights to go where the gunshots are coming from. It doesn't have to go far.

It doesn't sound like a struggle. It's more like a one-sided fight. Decaying flesh doesn't do well against steel guns and bullets. There are a couple of rapid shots, and then something heavy collapses outside of the apartment.

And then, it's all over.

You almost can't believe it, still huddled in your corner of the closet. It's all over. You can't hear any more dull groans and screeches. Whoever was out there, had gotten rid of them all.

You're crying again, for an entirely different reason now. Relief. Utter joy. Hope.

But now, you have an entirely new problem. How do you get out to meet your saviors, without getting shot?

Their boots were heavy, roughly stomping around without a care in the world. From what you could hear, there was only one of them. The rest must be outside, scanning other apartments, looking for more survivors. Military. Or maybe a crudely put-together army of minute men. You didn't care which.

There was only one person in your apartment, and they seemed to be a sort of shoot-first-ask-questions-later type of person. You had to get their attention in a way that wouldn't spook them. You had no trust in your voice, it was going to be scratchy from the unuse, maybe even rivaling the monsters' groans.

You take too long to come up with a plan because the intruder in your apartment seems to still, seemingly realizing they aren't alone.

His voice is deep, almost rattling the apartment, as he calls out. You can't understand him. It takes you a moment to realize he's speaking a different language than you.

Shit. This was going to be harder than you initially anticipated.

His footsteps seem heavier as if he is intentionally trying to intimidate you. It's working, because your heartbeat quickens when your room door is blown open. You can hear him rifle through your bed. He calls out something again. Closer. It sounds European. Dutch, or perhaps it was German? Russian? You still can't make out what he's saying.

The man says something. Despite your lack of understanding, it's crystal clear that he's making a threat. He sounds right in front of your closet. The soft click of a gun makes your shyness whittle away far enough that you can actually say something.

"Don't shoot. " You try to scream, but it comes out with a choked cry. "I'm human. I'm human."

That seems to stop him, and he pauses long enough for you to prove your innocence. Slowly, as if he's the one you're trying not to scare, you creak the door open, gently giving away your hiding spot.

The flashlight makes you wince, and you try to shy away from the light. He seems to be assessing as to whether you're a threat or not. As uncomfortable as it was, you let him, lowering your eyes so you're not blinded.

He says something, obviously asking a question. When you don't respond quickly, his voice grows harder, more impatient.

You bite your lip, nerves rising.

"I don't-I don't understand," You finally manage to say, "I'm sorry."

There's a moment, and then he's clicking off his flashlight. He gives a ragged sigh like this is above his pay grade.

"I'm sorry," You say again into the darkness.

You can tell that he's still watching you. What else is there to inspect? The rest of your rundown apartment? He tries speaking again. It's clear that he's trying to sound softer. He's lost the harsh growl in his voice. It makes him sound younger, at least, to your ears.

The change of tone doesn't change the fact that you still don't know his language. You shake your head, hoping you can get your point across once more. He reaches for you, and you can't help it.

You flinch, pressing yourself against the wall, watching his shadow warily.

It's funny how the one thing you wished for was to be saved, and now that you are, you still cower. It's not intentional. It's uncontrollable. You're still wary of the stranger. He's unreadable.

He seems to get the point, raising his hands up, and leaving the gun at his side. You doubt being weaponless makes him any less dangerous.

You can't make out most of him, but in the dim light you got, you were able to tell he was big. Even now, as he crouched before you, in a clear attempt to make himself less hostile. You can't seem to find his face. There's some kind of darkened mask on him, obscuring his features. For some reason, you suddenly realize you can't really hear his breathing.

He tilts his head as if to say See? I'm harmless! You don't think you agree with that statement. Even then.

He's safe. You know he's safe.

You don't exactly relax, but you ease back into your space. He seems to get the point, standing back up to his full height, easily towering over you.

He gestures to his hands. It takes you a while to realize he's asking if you're injured.

"No." You shake your head. "No injuries."

He seems satisfied with that, backing away to look at your room. Apart from the numerous barricades you put across the windows, your bedroom is pretty sparse. You wonder if he's thinking how you managed to survive this long. You wonder if he's impressed by it. You wonder if he pities you for it.

He moves around more, scuttling throughout your apartment. It's becoming clear that he's checking for other survivors. As expected, he returns with no one else. It's just you and him. Alone.

There's a silence now. You hadn't realized it until just now, everything around you seems gone. Dead. You peek out the window. You can't see much, just more barren streets. There's nothing.

Did he and his team get rid of all of the monsters in the area? How?

There's a thud and when you turn back you notice something has been thrown at your feet. It's an old backpack you owned. You look up at him. His meaning is clear.

Start packing.

Right. You can't stay here. Not anymore. Despite your home being your sanctuary, with your door broken into, you're vulnerable here. Easy prey. You know all this, and yet you find yourself hesitating for a bit.

You had to go out there? Where danger lurks in every corner? It sounds like a daunting task. Your heart is telling you to stay put, where it's always felt safe. Home.

Your brain knows the truth. If you stay here, you are dead. For right now, this man was the only hope you had.

You do as he says, running around your apartment, eager to stuff as many items as you can. It's mostly food, water, and any nonperishables. You don't have any weapons, the only thing that even counts as one is your small can of mace. You don't know how well it will fare against the undead, but you take it with you, hoping something is better than nothing.

He doesn't comment on anything you took, merely turning back to face the front of your apartment the moment you look ready. You follow him obediently, only giving one last look at your home. It's a bleak end. You wonder if you'll ever be able to return.

He gives a grunt. When you look forward, you see that he's quite a ways ahead of you. He jerks his head in the universal gesture of 'you coming?'.

Your shoes pitter-patter to catch up to his boots, abandoning the remnants of your apartment. His strides are long, almost twice the length of yours. You almost have to run to keep up with him, jostling your bag. Dawn was coming. The windows gave way to the sun slowly rising from the horizon. It causes you to see more fragments of him.

Looking back, it was probably a good thing you couldn't see him all that well before. Otherwise, your first encounter might have ended with you assuming that he was planning on eating you. He easily towered over you, having to duck under the ceiling at times. His hooded mask rivaled the death that had been crawling around your home, creating a terrifying parallel. His vest was covered in assorted knives, guns, and other weapons you could barely name. The gun he'd used on the monster was slung on his back. You can't see his eyes, you don't know why that bothers you.

It's intimidating. And you're suddenly glad you aren't on his ire.

You're confused. You're scared. Those are never a good combination. You decide to momentarily forget your burning questions. You'd come back to them when you were safe.

At least, you hoped that's where this man was taking you. To safety.

He hadn't even bothered saying another word to you, just casually trekking on, letting you follow a couple of steps behind. Every so often, you'd catch a glimpse of his mask as he glanced behind him, as though he were trying to assure himself that you were still there. Where was he going? Where were you following him? It's not like you could just ask him.

You didn't even know his name.

You were half-afraid the small tap on his shoulder wouldn't register to him. He turns, to your relief, peering down at you.

"Who are you?" You softly ask. It's the first sentence you've managed to say to him that wasn't a stuttered apology.

He tilts his head, clearly not understanding. In response, you point at his chest. He takes a moment, it's why you get worried he still doesn't get it.

"König." His voice is rough against the word.

"König?" You repeat, the word alien in your mouth. He gives a barely visible nod.

You give a tentative smile. When he keeps staring, you give out your own name. He takes a second, mulling it over.

And then König is walking again. You follow one step in front of the other.

#reader inserts #könig mw2 #könig call of duty #könig x reader #zombie apocalypse #dark content #cw: gore #cw: violence #x reader

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strwberri-milk · 1 year

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Hello! How are you? I hope you are doing well <3 I wanted to say you write like the best Kaeya fics I've ever read (and the smut omg), but this time, (if you have the time) how about some aftercare with Kaeya? Like he is so proud and smug after seeing the mess he made of the reader, but then he is the sweetest and takes care of her like she deserves for being so good for him <3

im alright thanks for asking uwu and thank you so much for saying so <3 allow me to cement myself in your hearts as the kaeya writer for you and i'll be more than just happy :D and i'd love to do smth fluffy - kaeya deserves all the love and hes definitely so fucking affectionate with the love of his life!!

Kaeya is nothing short of attentive, no matter what it is that you two are doing. Whether it be a simple meal or a nice night out on the town you know you're the center of attention. He'll pick something out on the menu that's perfect for you, or make sure to pull you in tight to his chest when you're about to trip over a rock.

Nothing slips his mind, hands holding onto your body tightly as he keeps you in place to fuck into you, burying his face into your neck as he pumps you full of cum for the last time.

Your body is pushed to its limits, cumming hard around him and so overstimulated you feel your hands pushing against his bare chest, eyes screwed shut as your chest heaves to catch your breath.

Kaeya's a little mean anyway, lightly grinding into you as he feels you pushing against him. He's riding out his own orgasm, unsure what number it is but finally feeling his lust addled mind clear up for the first time in what could have been hours.

He pulls out of you, smirking as he presses more kisses against your skin and feels you still lightly squirming on the sheets, glad he had the foresight to put something down under your bodies to catch the mess that came from you both.

Your eyelids droop, a yawn slipping past your lips. You can feel Kaeya pulling away further from you, whining a little and trying to reach out to him. He takes your hand in his, pressing another kiss to your knuckles before beginning to get ready to clean you off.

"Well, you certainly enjoyed yourself didn't you?" he purrs as you feel him part your legs again, about to tell him off for being so insatiable when you feel him beginning to clean you off.

His hand is gentle, making sure the towel is cooling to your heated body and giving you the chance to settle further into the bedsheets. It takes no time for you to relax after the high of your bodies intertwining, humming in contentment as he continues to clean you off.

"You made me feel so good," you respond, further stroking his ego and kissing him back when he leans over your body.

"I know I did," he responds smugly, giving you more kisses against your neck.

"Your voice is so hoarse. I knew you'd be screaming my name. I missed you so much I just had to let it all out at once."

"Kaeya," you laugh in response, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and holding him tightly.

"You always make me feel amazing. I'm going to be so sore tomorrow but it's so worth it."

"Can't have that, can we? Maybe I'll just have to do you all over again and make sure you can't think afterward." Even now he's thinking up new ways to make you a puddle of desire on his cock, your body already heating up at the thought as you swat him away playfully.

"I'm so tired. Let me sleep and then we'll talk about it, alright?"

"Alright, alright," he sighs, giving you another kiss against your lips before leaving you be to clean himself off.

He returns fully expecting to be able to go to bed himself. His body's feeling the exertion after all and there's no place he'd rather be than next to you.

However, you've neglected to wrap the sheets over your body, feeling far too heated for the constriction of such fabric which gives him a wonderful view of your body painted with his marks. You've turned your back to him, allowing him to see the paths his own nails dug while holding you and when he crawls into bed next to you his eyes trace over the hickies and reddened parts of your skin from where he was holding you.

It's a picture he wants to keep in his mind forever, absentmindedly tracing over such proofs of his desire for you until he succumbs to sleep himself, arms wrapped tightly around your body.

#kaeya x reader #kaeya smut #genshin smut #kaeya alberich x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fanfic

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thenightfolknetwork · 4 months

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I didn't mean to. It was an accident. I swear I didn't know. I just...

The town I'm from is secluded, very secluded. Still using landlines and slow and spotty internet secluded. It's one of those towns hidden away by mountains and trees that take days to get in and out of. My point is that news is slow to get in, and about half is debated as rumor and "conspiracies against the common people."

I hope im saying this right. As i said, resources are limited, so please forgive any offense. The "People of the Night" are still thought to be myth here. If there are any um "Nightfolk" here, they haven't made themselves known. Not that I'd blame them, but it would have made this a lot easier, maybe prevented it even. I'm sorry I'm rambling, I'm still a bit shaken.

I thought I was just approachable. When someone's lost or needed help, they'd always find their way to me. No trouble at all, I enjoyed it. But it happened so often, My friends used to say that I "just had one of those faces."

It felt good to be needed. I'd ask how someone was. They'd vent to me what was going on, and I listened. If I could and they wanted it, I'd offer advice, but most just wanted to be heard.

But, a couple of weeks ago, I was walking with my best friend. We were just catching up, nothing serious. It was meant to be a joke, a reference to my tendency of "being one of those faces." I asked her if she had any dark secrets she wanted to share.

She did.

You'd thought I'd told her to do it at knifepoint. Her story came pouring out like an overpowered hose. When she finished, the look she gave me. I can't unsee it.

When it was over, i tried to thank her for trusting me with such sensitive information, but she told me to save it. I don't know how, but we both knew it was my fault.

She told my friend group what happened and now no one wants to speak to me. I tried to explain myself, but they refused to listen or trust what I had to say. Out of frustration, I asked one person why they were avoiding me, and they responded, "Because I always knew you were weird."

There was no denying that I... forced them to tell me that in some way, but it wasn't on purpose! But I must have proved something because now I can't leave my house because everyone is LOOKING at me.

I've been using a paper and pencil to get by as well as trying to learn BSL because im afraid to speak again. How many of those talks that I had were unvoluntary? How many people were forced to be honest and just pretended to be civil because they were scared of me?

I don't know if this is new or something that I'd always done. I'm alone here. The only reason I know as much as I do about the Creature Community is because I accidentally stumbled across your show on my radio.

I dont know who i am anymore. I miss singing and talking to people, but I'm terrified that I'll compel someone by accident. How do I get better? Where do I go from here?

Oh, reader. This must be a very frightening, upsetting time for you. I'm so glad you felt able to reach out to us here at the Nightfolk Network for support.

First of all, I hope you are able to see the difference between taking responsibility for your past actions, and making a martyr of yourself. You have been unthinkingly, unknowingly hurting people, and you do need to recognise that before you can try to make amends. But the harm you caused was entirely accidental. Please, be gentle with yourself.

In terms of practical steps forwards, I can reassure you: you are not alone in your powers, or in finding them difficult to control. Often powers of this kind make themselves known early in an individuals life, and you can imagine how difficult it can be to control the spoken wishes of a babbling toddler.

Nevertheless, many people in your situation go on to live perfectly ordinary lives with good control over their powers. And you have the advantage over a toddler, in that you are not only fully cognisant of the detrimental effects of such powers but also already able to find alternative ways to communicate.

Your first step is to contact your GP and arrange an appointment to discuss the matter. Write them a letter explaining the situation, and emphasising your need to conduct the appointment without speech. In a small, rural community like yours, it's very likely your GP will have little to no personal experience of such cases. But they will be able to refer you to an NHS specialist with whom you can explore possible treatment options.

In most cases, those options will be either medication, behavioural therapy, or more usually a combination of the two. I understand that there is a great deal of stigma around thauma-damping medication. Please, resist this pattern of thought.

Medication is nothing more or less than a tool we might use to help us live our lives. Taking medication does not indicate a lack of effort or will on your part in controlling your powers. It just makes a very difficult thing slightly easier.

However, NHS waiting lists for this type of treatment can be lengthy. In the meantime, I strongly recommend you reach out as best you can to your community. Writing a letter, text or email to your best friend would be a good start, explaining the situation as best you can and leaving the door open for her to rekindle the relationship if she feels able.

Unfortunately, there's nothing you can do to forcibly mend the relationship. You can only present yourself honestly and hope that, in time, you are able to find your way back to something like the friendship you shared before this.

In the meantime, try to connect with other people in the community if you can. The Internet can be a wonderful place to connect with others, and your local library may have information about support groups in the wider area.

Above all, reader, take heart. There is plenty to be hopeful about here. You are not doomed to a life of fearful silence, or of isolation and solitude. With a little work, and plenty of support from the people around you, I see no reason why you shouldn't enjoy a long and happy life full of genuine connection with the people around you.

#answered #the nightfolk network #monstrous agonies

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he-goes-down · 4 months

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There was a time:

Previous chapters/ warnings

A/N: this took like 3 weeks to finish, its longer than the other ones and at some points im just out of it so bear with me 🙏 (also additional rockstars, gifs at the end too) I also got too tired to keep changing povs

8. Look At Your Game Girl:

Second person pov:

It was soon Christmas Day, there was no big celebration or party as it was all leading up to a big New Year’s house party at one of Slash’s friends place in the hills. At least your Christmas day wasn’t horrible, everyone contributed to presents, even Axl as he was meant to go to Erin’s, but they were on a break. He wasn’t fazed and from you talking to her on the phone she was glad that they were taking a break. (She then told in secret that she met this new guy just as a fling and to not tell Axl as he would be furious.) But of course, when Axl goes onto other girls on break or not on break his girl shouldn’t care or complain. Axl’s present to you was a very fancy spoon that he stole from some old rich lady’s house, in return you gave him a red bandana. He was confused, but he tried it on, and he never took it off for the rest of the day, you brought him his iconic style. Slash gave you a ‘world’s best dad mug’ but scratched it out with a sharpie and said manager but written as ‘MAnGre’. Duff had given you a tea pot that he made in a pottery class he tried once when he was drunk out of his mind, but he said that his mind was on you when he was making it and put a lot of effort into it. It was slightly lobsided and concave in certain sections but the patterns and colours he used were very pretty. Steven gave you a cute keychain and said he’d share some of is coke with you later. Izzy, which was surprising, gave you a vinyl of one of your favourite albums from a more underground band from the 70’s. You had only mentioned the band a few times, but it wasn’t ever directed in conversations you had, or the little conversations you had.

It was soon New Year’s Eve, Izzy and Duff went out to get some booze for the party and just fuck around town a bit, Axl was out somewhere unknown. Getting laid, getting arrested, picking fights, getting arrested for picking fights, doing unknown drugs, getting arrested for being in possession of said drugs, getting laid again. You pick. You, Slash and Steven were the only ones in the house. The Golden Trio. You were looking through your outfits to find a good one to wear to the party. You planned to get some tonight, or maybe at the minimum get a new year’s kiss and a fling because being tied to these gorgeous men and not being able to be with any of them was taking a slight toll on you. “Slash get in here!” You shouted throughout the house from your shared room. “Hmm?” He quirked as he slid into the doorway. “Pick one.” You held up two dresses. A short red cocktail dress, and a long black slit dress, both of which had small dainty straps to hold it up on your shoulders and the hanger. “Shit, I’d love to see you in the red one.” He smirked, ‘see’ meaning ‘fuck’. “Yeah, yeah whatever. But it doesn’t match the jacket, and I don’t want anything down there to freeze off.” You spoke. “I’ll keep you warm.” He flirted. You rolled his eyes, he always put in a dirty joke when he could. “Stevie! Get in here I need a second opinion instead of this buffoon.” You called out to him. Soon he walked into the room and stood next to Slash. He looked at the options in one quick look. “Red one. Red one. Please.” He repeated. You gave him a look. “Fine, the black one.” He groaned a fake groan. “Thank you.” You replied. “NOOOOO!” Slash started to have a fake tantrum begging for you to change your mind. You put the dress back and hang the black one on the doorknob. “Wait you know actually…” You spoke to yourself and swapped the dresses places. The red one now hanging on the doorknob to the cupboard. “Slash can I use your leather jacket? You know the one that’s slightly brown and bleached. The one that should stink like shit but doesn’t.” You told him. He basically ran to get it and bowed in front of you with it. “Madam.” He spoke. “Okay, get out I need to change.” You told them.

You got to the living room with your outfit on and some light makeup, they both wolf whistled at the same time. They were like your personal hype men. “You know the party isn’t for a few hours though?” Steven said. “Yeah.” You spoke. “I thought I could go scout out someone to go with to the party.” You explained. “Speed dating!” Steven exclaimed. Slash whipped his head to face Steven. They started to have a telepathic conversation. You were quite confused, but they soon explained that they’ll come with you on this trip and select guys they know to have a little date with you at a bar. You didn’t object, this would be a fun experience. You didn’t necessarily trust their judgement, but you trusted them enough that they wouldn’t introduce you to a serial killer. You headed to one of the more upstaged bar in town and made your seating on one the stools while Slash and Steven sat in a booth nearby. Slash went out to the phone next to the bar and called up someone. This happened a few times as the people weren’t really your type, (They hadn’t showered in months), or you just didn’t feel a spark between you two, (One guy got his feet out and asked you to massage them.). You sat down with an exasperated sigh at Slash and Steven’s booth. They were trying to think of another guy to call up. “Okay, next one I don’t care who. I’ll settle with. I’ve had enough of this.” You said as you ran your hands through your hair in a way to prepare for the next man. “Come on look at your game girl. We have to get you the right man.” Slash said. “You haven’t been very good at it.” You rolled your eyes, “What about musicians? You really know how to make their heels spin.” Slash suggested. “Fine, but no bass players.” You warned. “What a shame, because Duff-…” Slash started but Steven nudged him in the stomach with his elbow. Slash began to cough up utters and uncertainties. “Because- uh,” he coughed, “He knows a lot of other sexy players, yeah, yeah.” He finished nervously. Steven facepalmed and laid his head on the table in defeat. “I wouldn’t mind having a date with Duff.” You said nonchalantly, as you took a sip of your second margarita. “YOU WHAT!?” They both howled in unison. “What, I’m just saying he’s fine.” You replied, “So, so fine.” You added. He was absolutely gorgeous, and him being a sweetheart and taller than a skyscraper added a lot more to the appeal. Thinking about Duff made you start thinking about Axl again. ‘Shit.’ You thought, you needed advice. “Changing the topic, I need help. There is this… one guy that I like. It’s a bit complicated.” You began. They were all ears. “So, we kissed, but then the next week he got a gf, but now they’re broken up and I don’t know what to do.” You explained. Slash was trying to think who it would be, but Steven got it immediately and his jaw was on the floor. “Nuh uh, nuh uh. Stay away from A-… That man.” Steven protested. “A… A…” Slash thought and repeated. Then the biggest gasp came out his body. “AXL!?” “SHHHHHHH” you put your hand on his mouth and shushed him. “When? What? WHY?” He started again after you parted your hand from his mouth. “I thought that broke your no dating rule?” Steven enquired. “That’s why I don’t know what to do!” You said. Slash put his hand on your shoulder and put on a serious face. Silence. “Do not. Go for. That ginger.” Slash said slowly. He was vouching for Duff but also being serious. Axl and dating didn’t always go good together. You guys talked more about it and ended on a, ‘Don’t speak to him unless spoken too.’ And ‘Try ignore him as much as possible, without making him lose his shit.’

You decided against continuing with Slash and Steven’s horrible suitors, even after Slash was begging you to try ‘this one guy’ he had in mind, you’d rather just get laid at the party than prebook someone at this point. It was about 9pm when you, Slash and Steven got there. It was a huge house that could probably fit the whole population of a micro country in it. Most of the people were guys from rock bands that are just forming and deputing. All the girls there were gorgeous but were getting their face eaten by some scum looking man. A song from Def Leppard’s ‘Pyromania’ album was playing as you walked in - you actually worked with them on it, but you were a manager in training -. Slash scattered, either looking for girls, booze or Duff. You and Steven began to slowly take in your surroundings. “Y/N? Is that you?” You heard a familiar voice, and all of a sudden you felt someone wrap their arms around you from behind and pick you up. You yelped in surprise and confusion. You looked back to see Richie. Richie Sambora, guitarist of Bon Jovi, and the familiar voice approached you from the front. The man of the hour, Jon Bon fucking Jovi. “Richie put her down!” Jon laughed. If your past-self wasn’t the one in full control you would have thrown yourself at him with no second thought. JON BON FUCKING JOVI. He put you down and smiled a greeting, and you did the same. Jon came to you and gave you a bear hug. “God, I missed you. How have you been?” He asked excitedly. “I’m doing okay.” You smiled and spoke as Richie leaned on your shoulder. “How are you and the rest doing? I haven’t had time to listen to your new record, I’m glad one of had the backbone to talk to management and get it out this early.” You spoke. “We’re doing great, the album’s really making us some money.” Jon replied. Steven whispered a soft “Who the fuck are these guys?” In your ear. You explained how you co-managed with some idiot on their first album back in 83’ and started going over silly stories about the tour. Steven and You soon started to talk about you going to manage Guns ‘n Roses, Richie said it was a ‘kickass name’. After a few topic changes, you began to wonder. “Hey, is David here tonight?” You asked as you tapped Jon the shoulder. “I knew you’d ask that.” He replied. “Who?” Steven enquired. “Oh? So, you haven’t told them about your past dating life?” He raised his eyebrow with a smug smile. You rolled your eyes. “Why didn’t you bring this up at our gossip sessions!?” Steven was flabbergasted. “Yeah, N/N why didn’t you?” Richie teased. “Just tell me where he is.” You crossed your arms. “Over there somewhere.” Jon chuckled as he pointed. “Just don’t get too close! He might pounce on you when he sees you wearing that!” Richie yelled and teased as you began walking away. You and David were dating whilst you managed for Bon Jovi, which broke your first cardinal rule with bands, but it wasn’t established back then. Your relationship was great but had to fall out as your co manager thought it unruly and kicked you out simply for being a girl in the industry. The guys were furious as you did all the work and he mostly just sat back, and chain smoked all day. In the crowd of people, you saw a tall figure with jagged long hair, and everyone around him was laughing as he made jokes. David Bryan.

Slash’s POV:

I had finally found Duff after making a few detours to get booze. He was in one of the corners by a useless arch in the middle of the room. “Hey dude.” I greeted to him and gave him a beer I bought with. “What we lookin’ at?” I asked. His eyes were focused on a particular point of the room. “That guy Y/N’s with.” Duff said, his eyes laser focused on the two. “Her and Stevie were talking to the guys over there. Well after one of them picked her up.” He said in a very serious tone as he pointed to where Steven was, talking to two other guys; one with dark long hair and bangs, and another; taller, lighter brown hair which was longer and puffier, and a crazy jawline. “Then she went to that guy after one of them pointed him out.” Duff was going all out detective on me. He was back to scanning and deciphering every little movement of her and this guy. He’s tall, about same height as Duff. But he seems funnier as she’s laughing and giggling at everything he’s saying. I took a swig of my drink looking around the party for some hot girls to pull, I was getting a bit tired of just looking at the two of them flirt with one another. I took a quick glance at Duff, and he was slowly and dramatically turning his head to face me. His mouth a gape. Once he did a full 90 degree he stopped. “Is that your jacket?” He spoke. “She asked for it!” I jumped to the defensive. Duff wouldn’t be mad at me but god, he could whoop my ass if I did something out of line. He could be a real mom sometimes.

“I need you to do a job for me.” I started to speak. “See that girl over there.” I pointed. He nodded in response. “Break the bitch’s heart. Somehow. I don’t care, just do it.” I finished and slipped him five dollars, and we began to make our way through the crowd.

Second Person POV:

You and David were catching up on what has been happening these past years. Reminiscing on the memories when you were an item. Your stomach started to hurt as you were laughing your ass off with him. “Where’d you get this jacket?” He asked and started to play the material on the shoulder and slowly worked his way to play with the ends of your hair. You didn’t mind the occasional flirt he slipped in with you. You did that same. After you two broke up you knew that you wouldn’t get back together and it was a thing of the present, but flirting and going further weren’t necessarily off the table. “I borrowed it from Slash. He’s probably somewhere over there. You craned your neck to search over the crowd of people. “What do you date superheroes now? What kind of name is that?” He joked. You rolled your eyes. “What kind of basic name is David?” You gave him a look. “Touché.” He said. “For your information we’re not dating. He’s the lead guitarist of a band I’m managing.” You explained. You looked into the pool of people again, “Oh, he’s coming over here right now.” You said with surprise. “He’s the one with similar hair to you, before your straightened it and whatever that thing on your head is.” You teased. “Hey! Be nice!” He fought back and chuckled. Slash soon made it to the two of you in a rush. “Hey! Hey! Can I have my jacket back?” He asked frantically. “Yeah sure. It’s getting hot in here anyway.” You smiled. Unzipping the jacket, taking it off and handing it to him. “Thanks.” He replied and went back into the crowd again in a quick movement. “Woah…” David said. His hand placed on your forearm and the other hovering over your waist, but further away into the air. He eyed you up and down with his blue eyes. “Shit, you’re still smoking… Even more if that’s possible. Damn.” He lavished in your being. You blushed, it burned your cheeks. You kept plating off jokes to try calm down the hellfire that was riding on your skin.

“I’m gonna go get more drinks, you want?” You asked. “Yes, thanks doll.” He side hugged you. “Be back soon.” He said, and began to start a conversation with the people he was previously talking to. You made your way to one of the walls were drinks were served, it was surprisingly not that crowded, most of the people just came there to get stuff and got to their corners. You poured the unknown mixture of booze in two red solo cups, and as you were about to depart from the alcohol station you were surprised the person you were suggested not to interact with. Axl. “Who was that guy you were talking to you?” He didn’t look aggravated or any kind or indication that he was. What was he planning? Why talk to you now? Now in such a casual way? You weren’t that close anymore. “Doesn’t really matter, does it?” You didn’t care if you were seen as bitter and petty, you wanted him to know that what he did still bothered you, even if he was too thick to know what it was. He got annoyed at that response, but not at you, at David, and started to cuss him out. With disses like, ‘Oh what the fuck is that haircut.’ Or going off about his height. You just rolled your eyes and took sips of your drink not really listening to his rambling. But the last parts caught your attention, saying how ‘he knows a guy’ that is better than David and is more meant for you and how ‘look at you game girl’ because you deserved someone better instead of ‘Flirting with some rando at a party.’ You decided to respond to his drunken nonsense. “Oh? And who would that be?” You couldn’t believe a word out of his face. This wasn’t the Axl you knew, trying to set you up with someone else, you were going to call it and guess he was talking about himself. “Let me get him. Hold on babe.” He said, and he stepped back slightly to look for this mystery man. Now you were intrigued. Will his taste be better than Slash and Stevens? Maybe this was some plot to make it seem better that he hurt you. Maybe he knew that other people in his life have feelings too. Finally, he might have realised that. But he quickly returned with another man next to him; a taller man, same height as Duff and David, long blonde hair. Absolutely charismatic by just his looks. “This is-…” “Seb!?” You cut Axl off. You handed your drinks to Axl and he confusedly took them and you jumped into the tall man’s arms for a hug. “Shit it actually is you!” He responded excitedly. Sebastian Bach, another one of your former partners. Not Bach like the composer from the 1700s. But like the guy that played Gil in Gilmore Girls. His large hands placed on both your forearms as he looked you up and down, only having a vague impression on what he was thinking. “That’s fucking radical man! Thanks Ax!” Sebastian said as he hit Axl on the forearm, but Axl being dazed and confused and Sebastian being slightly drunk and not knowing his own strength, threw the drinks slightly out of his hand and it spilled a bit. “Uh… you’re welcome.” Axl responded. “Ax how did you and Baz meet? I didn’t know you were literally friends with everyone” You directed to last part to Seb. You were too tipsy and too excited to show off and frustration towards Axl, and it was making your blood pump now that Axl is a similar situation like you were with Erin. “Here’s your money back dude.” Sebastian gave him five dollars but he hesitantly took it as he was still shocked and confused. You looked at both of them back and forth, puzzled, but before you could ask questions David appeared from the wall of people. “Hey! I was wondering what was taking you so long.” He said with a smile as he approached. Then he proceeded to do a fake dramatized scene saying things along the lines ‘You left me to take to other guys’ but he was just joking around and he chuckled softly.

You, David and Sebastian were having a good time, tossing jokes and stories left right and centre. Axl had left, with a generic excuse, or he didn’t? You couldn’t remember, you didn’t really care. Before he left it was quite funny to see him surrounded by your two over 6-foot ex boyfriends towering over him as they casually talked and he just stood there. Finally, he wasn’t the big and intimidating one in the picture. “Oh, my fucking god...” You heard a loud huff from someone. It was Steven. “Your- your. Friend Jon oggly boogly, whatever the fuck his name is- He’s so jacked at beer pong. You need to see this.” He said as he panted excitedly. You all followed Steven to a pool table surrounded by people, there were red cups lined up on the table in strange patterns, and all the pool balls were lined up on one of the sides. Jon was the only one of that side, holding a pool stick in hand, getting ready to hit the ball closest to him. He hit it and it landed in one of the cups, people cheered, then he did a chain of hitting a ball, then hitting another and another, all in a line, and they all landed in respective cups. People cheered and applauded. David was one of the loudest ones, and went over to congratulate him. You and Sebastian did too, but David and Baz were much louder and energetic, even though Sebastian had never met him. That’s just the kind of guy he was; all in for the action. Sebastian soon joined you, as you were spectating the scene. David and Jon were off bonding and David really tried to beat Jon at his epic party trick. You and Baz talked about this band he’s in and that he’s wrote a few songs about you, well it was already written, but it was fine-tuned, and then that sparked new songs to be written.

Meanwhile, Steven was on his way to relay some information he had found out to his buddy Slash.

“Slash! Slash! Slash!” Steven yelled and panted as he got to Slash. Duff was next to him chatting but they both stop talking and looked at Steven. Steven the whispered things in Slash’s ear, but that didn’t help as Slash repeated what he said in a yell. “She’s fucked them before!?” He yelled but Steven covered his mouth and looked around to see if anyone was paying attention. “Who now?” Duff asked. “Those two guys over there, were in another band she worked with.” Steven explained in a calm voice to Slash. “And. Don’t go crazy. Those two. Are her ex boyfriends.” Steven said and there was a pause as he took his hand away from Slash’s mouth. Silence. Slash’s mouth was a gape. “And she didn’t tell us!?” He yelled. Steven rolled his eyes at Slash screaming. “That’s what I’m saying!” Steven joined in but not as loud as Slash. “What the hell are you guys on about?” Duff asked. Slash and Steven looked at each other with grimaces. “It doesn’t matter.” They said in unison. They didn’t want Duff to worry about his ‘little’ crush. “Slash have you told Duff what Y/n said today?” Steven asked, just remembering what she said about him. “OH SHIT NO!” he yelled excitedly and turned to Duff to debrief the situation.

While that was being discussed you and Sebastian were getting slightly bored on the other side of the room watching other people getting hammered.

He suggested to go explore this mansion this party was being held in and you easily agreed. You wandered around each hallway and floor. You had hold Seb back physically when you two came into the garage and he saw all the fancy cars standing there. He did somehow manage to get keys to one of the cars and began to drive it in the humongous garage. He did however instantly stop as he nearly drove into the garage door. You two searched through the rest of the floors and rooms. They were all virtually deserted as most people were outside on one the main floor. You then came across an at home movie theatre and put on some nonsensical movie and just shouted at the screen. Seb also ran through the aisles and played hide and seek with you, sometime parkouring his way over the seats. But he was too tall, and his long blonde hair was easy catch on the eye in the dark. “Oh shit, hide!” You heard him whisper shout. You had just caught him jumping from one aisle to another, but he grabbed your arm and took you with him to the ground. Someone had opened the door the theatre. You stayed in silence for a bit on the floor, looking at each other, but the more you looked into each other’s eyes the more you just wanted to laugh. The Movie had been switched off and you heard footsteps coming closer. It then stopped. And then got quieter, heading to the door and the out of the room. There was a pause as you looked into each other’s eyes. Your faces so close together. His breath on yours. Your faces drawing closer. Both of you started to burst out laughing.

After crying and laughing on the floor you got up and began exploring more. This time it was you having to hide, and Sebastian had to find you. It was nearly midnight at this point, and you were close enough to the main aide of the party to hear that they were playing Van Halen. You were hiding in one of the rooms in the corridor that lead to the main party area. Seb was peaking in the room next to where you were. You sneakily opened to door, you looked to where he was. Most of his body past the door and his head not visible as he was peering into the room next to yours. You tiptoed away from the room you were in and then began to run down the hallway. But Seb was quick to be on your tail. You both laughed as you were running. You were soon met with the end of the hallway, it did turn to the right and followed down, but you didn’t calculate that and so now you were against the wall just look at Seb run towards you. It did make you laugh harder as he was so close to you but then tripped over his own feet. His hand landed on either side of you on the wall as he tried to catch himself. The laughter stopped and he looked up at you after having a small pause to look down at the position he was in. Looking into each other’s eyes again. The world around you started to fade away. Getting butterflies again. This was just like how it was whne you dated before, and he was even more gorgeous. His hazel eyes starring into yours, his taller figure moving closer to your smaller one. Your faces getting closer. Lips tingling. Warm breaths mingling. He looked at your lips then back into your eyes, asking for permission. You nodded and his lips drew closer to yours. Painstakingly slow. You softly closed your eyes, waiting for the familiar feel of his kiss. Bout it was quickly stopped as both of you shot your heads to the side at the sound of one of the doors opening revealing a random man. He looked at you two and you looked back. He was only in his underwear and a tie around his neck and had a gullible look on his face. He took the tie off his neck and put it on the doorknob, and quietly but quickly going back into the room and closing the door. You both you looked back at each other in slow motion and then broke down in the laughter for the hundredth time today. You didn’t finish what you two started but went down the other corridor towards the party.

On the other side of the party Slash, Steven and Duff were in deep conversation. “And then! And then! Get this.” Slash spoke. “She said, ‘I’m just saying he’s fine’! and then said, ‘so, so fine.’! YOU HAVE CHANCE MY BROTHER.” He continued. “Are you sure? Like sure, sure?” Duff asked. “Yes man. I was there too!” Steven piped in. “Look she’s over there. If you’re close enough now you can get a new year’s kiss.” Slash said to Duff with a scheming expression on his face. “Yeah, but look, that guy is talking to her.” Duff pointed out. You and Sebastian were standing on the other side of the room, closet to the doors that lead to a big balcony where you basically see the rest of L.A. “Well, if you don’t do it. Then I’ll take that opportunity.” Slash said, eyeing you from a far. Duff gave him a death stare. That comment sent Duff to go make his move.

It was now a few seconds to midnight, people have started to count down. The song over the speakers was now ‘Why Can’t This Be Love’ by Van Halen. You and Sebastian were slowly swaying together to the song, looking at each other and looking out to the balcony where the lights of the city were scattered like stars. The countdown was now at 10 seconds. ‘10’ the crowd of people said in unison. Seb put his hand on your hip and pulled you closer him. ‘9’. Duff and the two others make their way through the crowd of people. ‘8’. You put your arms around Sebastian’s neck. ‘7’. Slash stopped to get a drink. ‘6’. Sebastian whispered a corny joke in your ear. ‘5’. You laughed and he held you closer. ‘4’. He whispered in your ear. ‘3’ what he said made your face burn hot. ‘2’ A random woman snatched Duff from the crowd and started to make out with him. ‘1’ Sebastian pulled you closer and kissed you. You quickly kissed him back. Your lips slowly crashing together and both of you trying to desperately get closer to each other. The fireworks in going off in the background made the spark between the two of you burn hotter. After finally letting go of each other, looking over to the sparks of colourful lights explode in the sky outside of the balcony. You two went closer to the doors to get a wider look at the landscape of L.A exploding with fireworks. Him holding you close by his one hand on your hip, whispering another innuendo in your ear, you agreed flirtatiously. As you were about to rush off to one of the bedrooms you were called by a familiar voice that resided from the balcony. Axl. ‘For fuck sake again?’ You thought. You weren’t going to let him ruin another hook up again. You excused yourself to Sebastian and he gladly waited for you. You walked to the balcony where Axl stood by the railing, as you were close enough, he began to speak. “Hey listen-…” He started but you cut him off. “No you listen here. I don’t know what sad fucking game you’re playing at, but leave me out of it.” You said to him sternly. There was a pause, he was shocked at the response and then began to retaliate. “I’m only tryna be a good friend and look out for you! No need to be a bitch!” He yelled back. You wanted to slap him off the railing so bad. “What friend? We haven’t been friends ever since you thought it was a good idea to leave me out to dry like I’m some sort of prostitute to you?” you said without skipping a beat. “Is this about Erin?” He asked with distain. “No, it’s not about fucking Erin. It’s about you. You dating her and not even a week after we kissed. Did that even matter to you? Do you even remember it? Or is your brain still attached to your dick like always.” You responded, all these emotions were about to make you cry. But you held back. You wanted him to be the one that cries. “Yeah but-…” He tried to retaliate but you shut his responses down quickly until he was a bumbling fool. “Just. Just shut up. I’m not going to let you ruin another night for me.” You said. You walked away from him mumbling the words ‘Fucking narcissist’, under your breathe as you left him standing on the balcony.

You got to Sebastian, and he took your hand leading to who knows which bedroom. Duff on the other hand had finally got that chick off him, and tried looking for you but when he caught a glimpse of you. Slash covered his eyes. He tried fighting Slash off but Slash didn’t want Duff to see you being lead off with some other guy to do you know what.

Richie Sambora(left), Jon Bon Jovi(right) From Bon Jovi

David Bryan From Bon jovi

Sebastian Bach from Skid Row

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here to stay | rhett abbott x oc

Summary: Tessa and Riley go to the rodeo. Rhett invites them to go to the bonfire after. (wc: 7062)

Warnings: possible rodeo inaccuracies (im trying my best), royal abbott makes an appearance, rhett being flirty, flashbacks, alcohol mention, background ocs

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The Amelia County Fairgrounds were always busy the night of a rodeo. With not much else to do, residents of Wabang paid five bucks a ticket to come watch cowboys from all over compete for the grand prize in their category — and the chance to move on to the next stage in the season.

As one of the main draws for the town, the rodeo coordinators made sure the place looked nice. Bulb lights strung up around the concessions area and outdoor riding pit. Turned on long before the sun went down and kept that way long after it set. Concessions were always well stocked with the usual fair commodities; deep fried anything and nachos mostly. Any kind of souvenir you could think of was available at what was most likely a jacked-up price. Sweatshirts and stetsons, big belt buckles and necklaces on twine for a bit of Western flair. And of course, they made sure every event was easy for those out-of-towners to find. Pole bending and barrel racing in the barn pavilions on the east side — bull riding and calf roping in the main arena.

The fairgrounds were teeming with life by the time Tessa paid for her ticket and walked inside. A sea of cowboy hats and trucker caps weaving amongst themselves. Getting their popcorn and trying to decide what events to watch. Tessa smiled, taking it all in for a moment. The loud chatter and country music, smells of deep-fried Oreos and leather. It had been so long since she was able to go to a rodeo. Her work schedule was so busy and on her days off she usually had personal chores that needed taking care of.

Not tonight, though. Tonight, she was at the rodeo without a worry in her mind. And it felt relaxing in some way, despite the noise and the energy of the place. A smile overcame her as she weaved her way through the people, toward the funnel cake stand.

She knew without a doubt that she would beat Riley there. No matter what her friend did, she was always late. Didn’t matter the pre-planning or promises to be on time or even early. But she always showed up — even if it was fifteen to twenty minutes late every time. Maybe Tessa would get a funnel cake to occupy her time.

But as she walked, hands shoved in her Carhartt pockets, she bumped into someone. Her shoulder knocked into their arm, throwing off her balance. A hand shot out to steady her.

“Oh, m’sorry!” she apologized immediately, looking up into their face.

It was Royal Abbott. All hard lines and furrowed brows. His goatee beard greyed and hiding a frown. Hat pulled low over his brown eyes that looked down at her now with an expression she couldn’t quite read. She could see Rhett in him clearly, even more so now than when they were in high school. They held that same kind of quiet, that same kind of hardness. For a moment, as she looked up at him wide-eyed, all she could think about was Linda’s story — but then it quickly faded from her mind. Because that’s all it was. A story.

Royal let go of her elbow with a grunt.

“No problem. How’s your dad doin’?” he asked courteously, voice a rough gravel low in his throat.

Tessa was taken aback. She didn’t think he would remember her, much like his son. She also didn’t think he would remember her father’s surgery a few years ago. But then again, the ranchers of cattle and horses alike in Wabang were a tight-knit group. Chatting at feed stores and bars, sitting down over cups of coffee at Odessa’s with hats on the table and dirt under their fingernails. Hard-working men, each and every one.

“He’s like a new man since the knee replacement,” she replied with a small grin.

“Glad t’hear it.” Royal glanced around the rodeo grounds. “You still doin’ any racin’?”

“Nah, I quit after high school.”

“Shame, y’were good.”

Tessa didn’t know how to respond to that. And never did. Everyone in Wabang always said that. That she was good, that she shouldn’t have given it up. But just because she was talented didn’t mean she wanted to do it forever. She had other goals she wanted to achieve. And riding in rodeos every weekend, traveling all the time, would have prevented her from doing the things she really wanted to do. There were more important things than blue ribbons and curving barrels. She didn’t want that to be her life.

“Well, good t’see ya, kid. Tell y’r mom and dad I said hi.” Royal patted her on the shoulder with a closed-lip smile. “Have’a good night.”

“Thanks, you too,” she said.

Then he walked away, towards the trailers where the bull riders liked to hang out before their appointed time slots. Tessa’s heart seemed to skip a beat as she watched him for a moment. Right. Rhett would be here tonight. He might see her this time, give her a wave or even a smile. She wanted to slap herself.

Now that they what? Talked once? Jesus Christ. It was like she was suddenly fourteen again and going weak in the knees at the mere sight of him. She was better than that. Had grown past that. They were adults now. It didn’t matter that he was still cute and it didn’t matter that her stomach was no filled with the flapping of wings. She wouldn’t fall for it again. It hurt too much all those years ago to let it.

Tessa shook her head and got in line for funnel cake.

After tearing through nearly a fourth of the deep-fried fair food, fingers sticky, and lips covered in powdered sugar, Riley finally arrived. Bumping into her friend’s shoulder from behind with a grin. Riley looked as beautiful as ever. No need for makeup that she never wanted to put on anyway. Hair dark and curly, laying on her shoulders softly. She stood nearly a head taller than Tessa, confident with shoulders back and a smirk on her face. They laughed and embraced, Tessa trying not to get funnel cake everywhere as they swayed from side to side and spouted their I missed yous. It really had been too long since they were able to see each other.

“I jus’don’t see why ya recommended this whole book series t’me for her t’not end up with Dara,” Riley said as they headed east towards the barn pavilions.

Tessa held up the funnel cake between them so they could share. “Because it’s good. I like her’n Ali together.”

“It is good — but…Dara could’ve at least stayed!”

“Did ya cry?” Tessa questioned with a small smile.

Riley looked straight ahead, eyes narrowed. “Maybe a little.”

“I was ballin’ m’eyes out after I finished the last one.”

“‘Course you were.” Riley smiled as they passed by the trailers used for hauling bulls. “At three AM?”

“You know it,” Tessa laughed.

And she was about to go on, tell the story of how she sat and stared at the wall for a good ten minutes before she could go on with the book’s epilogue, when she ran directly into a solid chest. Her face smashed into their torso, now empty funnel cake plate clattering to the ground. The liquid heat of embarrassment licked at her cheeks as she stumbled back a bit.

How many people was she going to run into today?

“Sorry! I — sorry, I — I thought y’saw me,” a quiet, low voice rumbled out as a hand grabbed her elbow to steady her.

Tessa knew that voice. Had heard it only a few days before on the front porch of the Boy’s Home. That sting and that thrill ran through her like a dam was just broken — the river rushing down her spine as she looked up into his face. Rhett Abbott’s face. Eyes big and blue, darkened by the fading light. A small smile quirked the corner of his mouth. He wore green plaid and his riding vest, chaps slung low around his hips, and stetson perched on his head. He somehow looked even better like this. In his element. Rough and ready — the dirt kicked up from the pit already clinging to his sweaty face.

How many Abbotts was she going to run into today?

“I-I didn’t. Sorry,” she finally managed to answer, clearing her throat as she looked down at his boots.

Rhett ran his thumb over her bicep before letting go of her arm. “S’alright. How ya doin’?”

Tessa glanced over at Riley. Who stood off to the side looking between the two of them with raised, intrigued brows. She had yet to mention that she talked to Rhett a few days before. That she suddenly remembered her crush and her heartache and just how handsome he still was. That he smiled when he said her name and it made her heart race just like when she was fourteen.

That she felt her heart beating wildly at that very moment as she looked back up at Rhett. No. She wouldn’t act like she did back then. In school when it felt like if anyone even so much as looked at her she wanted to die. Retreating in on herself as self-preservation, taking no risks, staying invisible. Tessa knew intimately the kind of regret that could grow from that seed. They would talk for a few minutes and then move on with their lives. It was just like talking with anyone else.

“Good.” Lifting her head, she smiled — and he blinked at her, his own grin only growing. “Had the day off n’Riley invited me. Should be fun.”

“Good, good…” he trailed off, fingers fidgeting with the frays of his chaps.

“You? How you been?” she asked, remembering her manners.

“Fine, jus’workin’.” Rhett wiped at his mouth, as he shifted his weight. “Um, I’ride in about an hour…If ya wanna watch.”

“‘Course! Wouldn’t wanna miss local boy Rhett Abbott ride,” she laughed and he looked down at his feet. “Just gonna catch a bit’a the barrel racin’. Used to do that in — “

“I know,” Rhett said, something sincere and open in his face. “I — I remember.”

No matter how much she didn’t want to feel it, she couldn’t stop the sweet burn of being remembered in some way from piercing her heart.

“Well, uh — see ya in an hour, I guess.” Tessa grinned, inching away towards Riley so they could start walking away from him and away from the building heat in her chest.

“There’s gonna be a bonfire. After. Out in the east pasture. You — “ He glanced at Riley and blinked hard as if suddenly remembering she was even there. “You guys should come.”

The fire crackled and burned, flames licking at the inky black sky. Smoke rose in ringlets and danced up, up, up to the stars. Ashes landed on her lap — the final resting place of the logs used to fuel the flame. In the darkness just beyond the fire’s light, young people mingled and danced to the portable radio someone had brought. Drinks were passed around. Stories and laughter were shared. And Tessa stared into the flames, unable to look away even though her face felt like it was burning hot.

Really, she just didn’t want to see Rhett Abbott or the girl he had walked off into the woods with.

She knew, deep down somewhere, that there was never any chance. That he would never notice her. Who was she kidding, getting her hopes up? Why would he take any interest in the quiet girl who preferred horses to people and sat alone at bonfires — too afraid her drunk friends would get out of hand for her to even drink? But no matter how much she tried to think logically. About him being none-the-wiser and how she could barely speak two words to him anyway. Her heart still ached. Tears still built in her eyes, smearing the roaring flame into blurred shapes of orange and yellow.

What she wasn’t willing to admit to herself, however, was that she didn’t care that it was Rhett. That it was Olivia Barlow who had taken his hand with a soft giggle and a bit lip smile. That they were probably off in the woods swapping spit or more. It didn’t matter that it was Rhett and it didn’t matter that it was Olivia. It just wasn’t her.

Because really, in her heart of hearts, Tessa just wanted to be wanted.

And that was all.

“We’ll think about it,” Riley answered for them with a closed-mouth smile. “Come on, we’re gonna miss the racin’.”

Then she took Tessa’s elbow and pulled her away. Scooping up the dropped plate as she went. Tessa looked back at Rhett one more time, who had turned to watch them leave — expression unreadable. So much like his father. But his blue eyes shone like gems in the dying light of day.

“The hell was that?” Riley questioned in a harsh whisper, tossing the paper plate into the nearest trash bin.

“I don’know.” Tessa shrugged, funnel cake suddenly wanting to make a reappearance.

“Y’r face is givin’ you away. Y’re all red.”

With a groan, Tessa told her friend the whole story. About the clothing donation and Rhett not remembering her and their small conversation on the porch. How it was nice and she didn’t think much of it besides how pleased her inner fourteen-year-old self felt. And by the time her tale was finished, Tessa going over their parting words, they had entered the barn pavilion where their high school graduation was held. Only now it was filled to the brim with a captive audience, barrels set up on the show floor, and a young girl on a black mare curving around them at high speeds.

“That’s it — so, I’don’know, I’guess we’re friends now?” Tessa felt like she was shouting, struggling to be heard over the crowd as they cheered on the racer. “S’just one conversation.”

Riley took the lead in going up into the stands. They sat down at the end of a row with a good view of the show floor. The black mare and her rider had just finished, the girl waving to the crowd as she trotted off back into the stables. Her smile was small and tight. Tessa looked at the scoreboard, and it made sense. She only ever smiled like that when she didn’t do as well as she wanted, too.

“Up next, Addie Zoglmann from Deadwood, South Dakota!” the announcer spoke over the crackling speaker.

“Well, he clearly doesn’t wanna be jus’friends with ya,” Riley said, eyes focused on the barrels getting reset for the next rider.

“What?” Tessa blinked owlishly at her.

“Oh, com’on, Tess, seriously? Could literally see the hearts’n his eyes.”

“We talked once!”

“Yeah, n’ he finally realized y’re beautiful n’ kind n’ smart an’ve been here the whole time.”

Heat pooled in Tessa’s cheeks at the compliments, barely believing them. “Shut up. Y’ve been readin’ too many romance books.”

“At the very least he wants in y’r pants,” she muttered.

“Riley, oh, my God! He does not!”

“He does too. Could see it clear as day. ‘Cause, ya know, I had’a front row seat t’that — “ She gestured in front of herself. “Whole interaction.”

The heat only grew, spilling down her neck as she hid her face in her hands. The announcer called the next rider’s number and she blasted out of the chute, hunched low over her horse’s neck and spurring her on even faster. Rounding the first barrel with ease.

“Was it really that bad?” Tessa finally mumbled quietly through her fingers.

“S’like a fuckin’ train wreck. Couldn’t stop watchin’.”

“Oh, God.”

“And Jesus Christ, too,” Riley added.

They both laughed, Tessa drawing her hands away from her face. She didn’t know if she fully believed what Riley said. That Rhett looked…Interested in her. To her, it just felt like a slightly awkward conversation between acquaintances. Not even friends.

Did she want him to be interested? Did she want him to look at her with hearts in his eyes and like he wanted to get in her pants? If anything, it was most likely the latter. She knew about his reputation. Mostly from the rumors that Laney liked to gossip about. The buckle bunnies and the drinking. But Tessa knew to take any story that Laney brought up with a grain of salt. Or a lot of salt really. The grapevine in Wabang did wonders or criminal offenses to a person’s reputation. And sure, maybe he did sleep around and maybe he did drink a little too much, but she could see good in him. Something quiet but earnest. So different from the boy she was infatuated with in high school. Now he was a man she barely knew and had spoken with twice. How could she possibly know if she would want his attention?

But the attention he had given her so far felt nice. Felt like she was special. An anomaly he couldn’t quite figure out but was determined to do so. It felt something like being wanted.

What she still so desperately craved. Even after all these years, even after so much growth. She still looked at her sister’s relationship with a pang of envy. She still looked at her coworker, alone and bitter, and feared it was her fate.

She still yearned to be wanted — and to want in return.

A few more riders shot across the show floor. An impressive display of power and speed as they turned sharply around the barrels, trying to do it faster than everyone before them. The energy of the pavilion, the crowd, the event on the floor — it was electric. Everyone cheered loudest for the local girls. All of whom Tessa knew, some even from her days on the rodeo team. Screaming their names and stamping their feet on the metal stands.

But Tessa and Riley couldn’t stay to watch first place get her ribbon. Addie Zoglmann from South Dakota. They had to start making their way over to the main, outdoor arena in order to catch Rhett Abbott’s ride. She said she wasn’t going to miss it. And Tessa liked to keep her word.

“You think we should go t’the bonfire?” Tessa questioned as they walked, paying extra-close attention so she wouldn’t run into anyone else.

“I don’know. Wadda you wanna do?” Riley asked back as she popped a piece of gum in her mouth.

“Not make a decision right now.” Her answer was honest, delivered with a sighing laugh that made her friend affectionately roll her dark eyes.

“Yeah, alright.” Riley added another piece of gum to her mouth. “We’ll go f’r a minute, check it out, at least. Please y’r lil’ lover boy.”

Tessa made a face. “Ugh, don’call him my lover boy.”

“Jus’ callin’ it as I see it,” she laughed.

“Yeah, well, he’s not so…” Tessa trailed off, looking south to the riding pit and the rodeo clowns herding the bull back into the pen.

It was just a joke. Tessa knew that. But it didn’t stop something from aching deep in her chest.

“But he could be,” Riley pointed out gently, “If ya’d jus’loosen up and stop thinkin’ so negative about y’rself.”

That was another thing about Riley Lopez. She always told the people she cared about the truth. Even if they didn’t want to hear it. Tessa glared up at her, though there was no real bite behind it, as they ascended the stairs up into the stands. Riley only grinned down at her before taking the lead to find them a seat.

“Alright folks, here’s number three-one-six — Rhett Abbott — on Bones!” the announcer called.

Tessa and Riley stood up as they cheered, along with a few others in the crowd. Including Rhett’s family. His mom and dad, his older brother Perry and his wife, Tessa couldn’t remember her name, and their daughter. A little blonde girl Tessa saw getting picked up from school from time to time when she was there to get one of the boys. They cheered for Rhett loudly with thunderous claps. That little girl screaming loudest of all for her uncle. It made Tessa smile.

The gate burst open as the timer buzzed its starting and the bull jumped into the riding pit. Dust went flying into the air as the great hooves stomped into the earth. The Abbott family continued to cheer and encourage. Tessa waited on bated breath. She always hated watching the bull riding. During one high school rodeo, some poor Nebraska boy got his chest stomped in. She could still hear the collective gasp, the crunching of bone, the parents’ screams. The boy lived, with a metal plate in his chest and a hobble for the rest of his life, but the memory wasn’t something that Tessa could shake herself of easily. Saw it flash before her eyes even then as the bull groaned furiously and did everything it could to shake Rhett off. But he was glued to the bull’s back with his hand raised high above his head. Rocking with each movement, with each spin. His face turned down, focused on the bull's neck.

But it wasn’t enough. With only five seconds on the clock, Rhett was thrown from the bull. Tumbling off the back and landing on his spine with a great cloud of dust.

“Yikes, bet that hurt,” Riley muttered.

Tessa didn’t reply. Too focused on Rhett still laying in the dirt. His hat had been thrown off. Laid several feet away from him as he stared up at the sky. No doubt the wind had been knocked out of him. His lungs struggling from the shock. Bones had already stamped away and was now being herded back into the chute for Rhett’s second ride. Then he slammed his fist into the ground — frustrated — and he sat up. The crowd cheered quietly at the fact he was alright. He rose to his feet and nodded at the crowd with a closed-mouth smile, something similar to the one Tessa would give when she knew she didn’t do well, then picked up his hat.

“Nothin’ he’s not used to, I’guess,” Tessa sighed, feeling like her heart was trying to beat right out of her chest.

They sat back down as the next rider was announced. Rhett wouldn’t go again until the other ten riders before him had gone. Out of the corner of her eye, Tessa saw Royal Abbott heading down from the stands and towards the pen where the bull riders were held in waiting.

So far, Rhett wasn’t even on the leaderboard. And Tessa remembered all too well that, despite his father’s encouragement and applause, his boy was never doing enough.

She walked proudly through the rodeo grounds with that first-place ribbon pinned to her shirt. It was big and blue and glossy, shining underneath the lights. She was just glad her whole family could make it to this one. Even Rachel got to see her ride, though she seemed a little less than impressed and could really only comment on how dirty her pants had gotten.

The grounds were quiet, the animals all rounded up and put in their trailers for the drive home, and only a few other contestants milled around. But she forgot her bag in the stables again, and she didn’t want to leave everyone waiting. Shiloh had a baby on her hip after all, one that was downright exhausted and whiney.

Passing by the riding pit on her way, she saw Rhett Abbott standing at the metal fence with his head down — hands shoved into his jean pockets like he was trying to hide as much of himself as possible. And from the way his father was looming over him, she could understand why. Royal had his hat in his hand, gesturing out into the riding pit and talking in a low quiet voice. Worse than getting yelled at. Getting talked to.

Rhett glanced at her as she walked past. A red ribbon stood out in stark contrast to his black riding vest. She only caught a fragment of what Royal was saying.

“Are ya even takin’ this seriously? By the time I was y’r age I was placin’ first every time…”

Disappointment disguised as encouragement. Harsh words spoken by a well-intended father.

Tessa kept on walking.

Bones was back in the chute and Rhett was slowly lowering himself onto his wide back. The bull screamed and jerked within the metal bars. Rhett slipped his gloved hand around the handle, wrapped the rope tight around his knuckles and pounded his hand into a fist around it all. A tight grip, sealing him to the bull completely. Tessa and Riley got back to their feet.

“Rhett Abbott, number three-one-six, with his second ride of the evening.”

The timer buzzed and the gate flung open just as the bull leaped into the air. Bones spun in circles, kicking his back legs, tilting himself nearly vertically to try and get Rhett off. And for a moment, hand clutching at Riley’s jacket sleeve, she thought it was enough. That he was going to stay on just long enough and get onto the leaderboard.

At seven seconds, however, Rhett fell. Caught himself on his right wrist as Bones stamped dangerously close to his head. Tessa gasped. That was so close. Billy from Nebraska all over again only ten times worse.

“That sucks. Wh’t’s that mean, Tess?” Riley questioned as she sat back down.

But Tessa waited until Rhett got back to his feet. Until he was being herded away by the rodeo guys, shaking out his wrist. He didn’t smile at the crowd. Kept his head down and the brim of his stetson covering his face.

Only then did she sit back down on the cold metal stands. “Means his season’s over. He’s not advancin’.”

“Oh, that really sucks.”

“Yeah. I’does.”

Rhett hiked his leg over the metal fence and swung over to the other side. He didn’t walk back to the holding pen. Instead, he headed straight for the medical tent. Not giving anyone a second glance.

The pasture east just beyond the Amelia County Fairgrounds was a dark sea of freshly cut forage. Cast in shades of blue by the moon hung waxing high in the sky. The stars bright and bountiful, like an audience gathered to watch the show going ever on and on upon the earth so far below.

All was quiet now that the rodeo was over. The hanging bulb lights had been turned off and the animals were all asleep in their pens, waiting to be transported home. Only a few vehicles remained in the lot. Scattered about the edges. The show was winding down.

Until a bright orange light sparked to life in the east pasture. Warm and intriguing. Just beyond the windrows and back by the edge of the forest. A whoop and a holler echoed through the empty blue as the light expanded. Illuminating all the cars and trucks that had driven through the field to get close.

Soon enough, music kicked up with a round of applause. Luke Bryan and Kenny Chesney — stuff good for dancing close and singing along to while drinking too much.

A classic Dirty Bang Bonfire was starting up. The stars settled in for the show — shown just that bit brighter in the infinite Wyoming sky. This was going to be fun.

Tessa couldn’t help but have dissimilar thoughts as she got out of her car and approached the already roaring flames. Stuck close to Riley’s side, who seemed calm and self-assured, Tessa wished she felt the same. Instead, her insides rolled with nerves and her palms accumulated a layer of sweat she kept having to wipe off. Parties like this were never her style.

“Maybe we shouldn’t’ve come,” she spoke quietly as they hovered on the edge of the gathering.

She knew every face cast in orange light. All of them people they went to high school with and had stuck around their little town. Talking in their little groups with drinks in hand. Groups that didn’t intermingle with theirs in high school. It just seemed like everyone had their place. Everyone knew where they fit — except for Tessa and Riley.

Except Tessa in truth. Riley was good in a crowd. Always had been. While Tessa stayed glued to the background. Set decoration. Preferring to observe rather than participate out of fear. Fear of what she wasn’t quite sure of anymore. Did she really care all that much about what these people thought of her anymore? She supposed she didn’t. But old habits died hard it seemed as her heart pounded in her chest at the thought of just mere mingling.

“Just a few minutes,” Riley said with a shrug, hands shoved in her jacket pockets. “We’ll grab’a drink from one’a the coolers layin’ around. Talk some shit. Then we’ll leave. Easy.”

“Easy,” Tessa hummed in reply as she looked around.

The Tillersons were there. All grouped up by the fire with a girl under each of their arms. They were all laughing about some story that Billy was telling. Everyone except the girl with Trevor, who just looked uncomfortable. And Tessa couldn’t blame her. A shiver, sharp as ice, went down her spine at the thought of being under that arm. Of remembering what that felt like. Being so important but so worthless at the same time.

Shania Lovegrove was there. She was pregnant again, sipping what Tessa really hoped was a juice. Her fourth at twenty-three with her third baby daddy. Tessa understood why her parents spoke so sadly about her now. She hoped that those kids were okay.

Walker Browning was sitting on the tailgate of his truck, beer in hand. Laney nowhere in sight. Right. They broke up again recently. Some squabble about when they were finally going to get married. Laney wanted it now. Walker wanted it in a few years. But Tessa and really everyone else in town knew that it was inevitable they would get back together. Again. It was a never-ending cycle with those two.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Riley’s lips stretch into a smile, her dark eyes focused on something over Tessa’s shoulder. Tessa opened her mouth to question such a wicked grin, but then Riley took hold of her shoulder and turned her to face the other direction.

Rhett Abbott was approaching them. He was no longer wearing his riding vest or chaps, but a brace now adorned his right wrist. A big silver buckle shown in the firelight at the top of his jeans. His smile was small and shy as he walked up to her, face still ruddy and dirty from his ride.

“You see me this time?” he joked quietly as he came to a stop in front of her.

She laughed, genuine, with her hands in her pockets. “Yeah, I do. Promise I’won’t slam inta’ya this time, either.”

“Okay,” he chuckled lightly, then he gestured in the direction he came from. “Wanna drink?”

“Yeah, we — “

Tessa looked behind her to loop Riley in, only Riley was nowhere to be found. Her heart dropped into her stomach. Of course. Time alone with her lover boy. With the hearts in his eyes, just now noticing her. Tessa really had been hoping, if they were to run into each other at the bonfire, that Riley could act as a buffer. An escape plan. But there she was. Alone with Rhett Abbott of all people. Who only a few days ago didn’t even know she was still in town. Who forgot her first name. That still left a sting, something sharp and bitter on her tongue. Something clarifying.

She turned back to Rhett with a closed mouth smile. Her cheeks burning and praying he wouldn’t notice.

“A drink sounds nice.”

They both turned and started walking together at the very edge of the bonfire’s light.

“How was uh — how’s the barrel racin’?” he asked.

“I’s’fun! Haven’t gotten’ta watch any racin’ in a long time, so…” she trailed off and smiled up at him.

Rhett smirked back for a second then looked away, down at the ground. “Ya miss it?”

“Sometimes,” she replied, “But anytime I get a hankerin’ I jus’run a demo at my parent’s ranch.”

“Get all those tourists gawkin’ at ya,” he chuckled.

“I mean, little girls starin’ at me like m’Wonder Woman or somethin’ is pretty good f’r my ego,” she said with a joking lilt and they both laughed.

His hand brushed against her arm and she tried not to notice.

In the back of some dirty blue GMC was a case of Heinekens. Rhett took one out of the case and opened it on the tailgate, handing it to her with foam still running down the side. He took out another and opened it for himself. Taking a long pull of it as she licked the neck of her bottle clean. Beer was never her drink of choice, but there were no other options. The alcohol may just give her enough confidence to stay with Rhett. Not sprint back to her safe space at Riley’s side — or in her car headed home.

She could do this. They were just…friends.

Right?

“Glad ya got t’see somethin’ good,” Rhett spoke around the lip of his beer before taking another sip, he was nearly halfway done already. “Before seein’ me ride like shit.”

“Hey, don’t talk like that. Bones hasn’t been good ridin’ n’years. Y’got screwed over.” Tessa hid her grin by taking a drink of her beer as he narrowed his eyes unbelievingly at her, smile ticking up the corner of his mouth. “I don’know — that’s just what the old guy behind me’s sayin’.”

He laughed with a shake of his head — and a foreign sense of pride filled up her chest, like a balloon with air, at getting him to do so. His laugh was soft, quiet. Like most of it got lost in him on its way out. He tried to hide that accompanying smile that showed all his teeth by ducking his head. But she saw it. And it was beautiful on him. Lit up his whole face from something unreadable and stoic to sincerity and joy.

Tessa liked it on him better than anything she’d seen.

“But seriously,” she went on, taking another sip of her beer and leaning her side against the tailgate of the blue truck. “You were good’n high school and y’r standin’s the last few years’ve always been great. Y’re better than that.”

There was a certain glint in his eye as he gazed down at her. “You kept up with m’standin’s?”

“Sometimes,” she mumbled, a heat in her cheeks at him catching on to a part of herself she didn’t mean to reveal.

He was the local boy, a legacy — son of a Wabang bull rider. Sometimes, it was her father or Slick sitting around the kitchen table asking about him and how he had been riding recently. Other times, it was of her own volition. Sitting in the dim light of her room at the Boy’s Home, just wondering. Just curious. She didn’t care much for bull riding. But maybe somewhere deep down, even after all these years, she still cared a little too much about Rhett Abbott.

A great gust of wind blew through the pasture, carrying the windrows in its ghostly hands. It sent a chill through Tessa, the cold beer in her grip only making it worse. Rhett perked up from where he had been leaning against the tailgate.

“Shit, c’m’on — “ He reached out for her and she took a step closer. “Le’s get ya over t’the fire.”

She switched her beer to the other hand. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

His left hand ghosted over her spine as she fell into step beside him. Fingers long and spread wide on her lower back, they walked closer to the bonfire. She was sure she imagined it, but his skin felt warm, even through her clothes. As if he would leave a handprint through the layers. His touch, light as it was and heavy as it felt, kindled something hot deep in her belly. Like the first sparks forged by flint to dry leaves. It urged her to walk closer to his side — and he let her in willingly.

“How — How’s the wrist?” she asked, needing something to fill the spaces between, as she nodded her head towards his braced hand.

He lifted his beer with that hand, almost like he forgot it was hurt at all. “S’fine. ‘Ve’had worse.”

“Like what?”

There were more people around the bonfire. Some were even dancing to music playing from somebody’s truck. But it was certainly warmer closer to the golden flames. Rhett dropped his hand, shoved it in his jeans pocket, once they were near enough. But she still felt his fingers burning at her skin.

“Uh, got bucked off inta the fence couple years’go — Montana,” he said, “Took’a post right t’the face.”

Tessa hissed through her teeth. “Ouch.”

“Y’can still feel where m’cheek got broken,” he chuckled, took a sip of his beer — nearly empty.

“Really?” she questioned, cocking her head to one side with a smile.

“Yeah, here — “

Rhett took her hand and brought it up to his face. That warm pit in her belly only grew, the leaves finally catching flame. His skin was warm. The flesh of his palm calloused and rough. His hand engulfed her own, eclipsed it like the sun to the moon. Tessa knew she was short, always had been, but never before had she felt so small as she did then. With her fingers pressed into Rhett’s cheek, his thumb to her palm, and his eyes trained on the ground as he blindly searched for something.

Then her fingers caught on it, a slight dip in his left cheek where the bone healed back together — up by his eye socket. His blue eyes slid up to look into her face expectantly.

“Feel that?” he asked.

“Uh-huh,” she replied, running her finger over the dent again. “Ya must’ve been a sight.”

“Eye swelled shut for a week,” he chuckled.

He pulled her fingers away from his face, but didn’t let go. Did she want him to? Using that hand, that feather-light hold on her she could so easily slip out of, he tugged her closer. The corner of his mouth was ticked up in a smirk, his cheeks slightly flushed. She couldn’t tell if that was from the alcohol, the adrenaline, or her. Did she want it to be her? When they were nearly chest to chest, he released her. Lifted his long, thick fingers to her chest.

Her heart was pounding. Beating like a drum in her ears as her breathing picked up. Rhett reached for her necklace, an antique locket passed down by her grandmother, and adjusted the way the pendant lay on her crewneck. She swallowed something thick as his fingertips traced up the chain.

She could feel his breath against her ear as he leaned in and muttered, “D’you wanna go f’r’a walk?”

Leaning back, fingers still lazily drifting around her necklace, thumbing at the pendant again, he flicked his eyes over to the woods just beyond the light of the bonfire.

She knew what that meant.

Alone. Secluded. Pushing her up against a tree somewhere in the dark. His lips on hers and hands touching everywhere. Just like Olivia Barlow. It was everything she wanted when she was fifteen. He wanted her. Looked down at her now with blue eyes so soft and wondering, mouth ticked up in some smirk only slightly cocky. He pulled in closer to her, towered over her, made it feel like he was the only other person there. The music was drowned out by the rushing sound in her ears. The pit in her stomach burst into flames, roaring and all-consuming as she felt the heat coming off of Rhett’s body. So close. So wanting.

He wanted her. She wanted him back. With his laugh so soft and busted cheekbone and open sincerity. And wasn’t that everything she desired? To want and be wanted in return?

But there was this fear. Creeping in with freezing winds to snuff out the flames.

Because what if he just wanted to use her to get off — a convenient body he hadn’t used before? What if he didn’t want anything more once they were done and he was satisfied? She didn’t want to be just another notch in Rhett Abbott’s bedpost. She didn’t want a one-time thing. She wanted to be wanted completely. Every day.

And right now, with Rhett, it didn’t feel complete. It felt fleeting, in the moment. That he would forget come morning and never talk to her again.

Tessa couldn’t risk her own heart — knowing that sorrow was inevitable.

So she took a step back.

Rhett’s eyes widened, his smile fading, as he withdrew his hand. Then his brow furrowed low, confusion evident.

“M’sorry, but, I — I gotta head on home,” she spoke quietly.

“Why?” he asked, arms now limp at his sides, shoulders hunched.

She bit her lip, fighting every urge to just turn around and walk away. “Early day tomorrow — back at work, so…”

“D’you…Wan’me t’walk ya t’y’re car?”

“No,” she responded quickly, then sighed, wringing the still half-full bottle of beer in her hands. “No, m’fine. Thanks.”

“‘Kay.” He gulped down the last of his Heineken.

“See ya around, Rhett.”

“Yeah, see ya.”

Her eyes stung with unshed tears as she turned and walked away from him. Away from the warm glow of the bonfire and towards her car. The warmth in her belly had been put out. Replaced with some nauseating weight.

Once at her car, she texted Riley she was leaving and poured out the rest of the beer she was still holding. Tossing the bottle into her front seat.

Turns out, she may just end up alone and bitter forever. She couldn’t just loosen up and stop thinking so negatively — about everything. Including Rhett, including herself. A tragedy, creator of her own downfall.

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lavender-at-heart · 2 years

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could u do dating bella swan as a werewolf!fem!reader?<33 loved your galadriel headcanons

𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝐷𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑊𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑜𝑙𝑓:

Pairing: Bella Swan x fem!werewolf!reader

Warnings: a bit angsty

Notes: tysm for the request your so sweet! Sorry this took a little while to get out btw. Requests are open and feedback is welcomed and encouraged!

- Coco ❤️

You were Jacobs cousin but spent most of your time with him and Billy rather than your family.

You had seen/met Bella once or twice but you were very little and don't remember much

But you have met Charlie Swan, he always seemed like a nice man and often invited you and your family over to watch a baseball game.

When news of the infamous Bellas moving to Forks you were relatively unfazed.

But Jacob was chomping at the bit to get to know her.

You met her the same time jacob did and it was hard to watch the two interact, but she seemed sweet(and very pretty).

Unlike your cousin you actually attended Forks high-school, it was closer to home.

You noticed Bella was a bit shy and socially awkward so you invited her into your friend group and hit it off well.

And when she started taking a interest in a certain blood sucking freak you were sure to steer her in the right direction.

And she listened to your advice

For three days.

She had said some bs about how you wouldn't be able to change her mind about seeing him so it's not worth the fight. And you gave up because you rlly wanted things to work between the two of you.

And you didn't really mind, I mean yes it was dangerous but Bella could take care of herself[and the fact that you had a real big crush on her]. You didn't mind that is until she started ditching you.

"Oh sorry y/n I can't tonight... I'm going to the movies with Edward"

Or "I promised Edward I'd study with him, can't jacob help you?"

It hurt you to say the least and Bella was so blinded by her crush for Edward she didnt even notice.

By Bellas birthday your relationship had practically withered away but you still got her a present. A handmade booksleeve in her favorite colour.

And then...the accident happened. The Cullens left Forks abruptly leaving a heartbroken Bella and a confused town.

You didn't really know what happened but according to Billy, nothing good.

And as selfish as it sounds you were glad you got to get back in touch with her.

You helped her get over her stupid breakup, reminding her that Edward didn't deserve her whatsoever.

You comforted her and let her cry in your arms

You made sure she ate well and got enough sleep

And you even made a bonfire with Jacob and your friends to burn all of Bellas photos, clothing and memories of Edward.

Things were going great until you started distancing yourself.

Making up illnesses and just flat our ignoring her seemed better than the truth, I mean you just couldn't tell her.

She thought that you were ignoring her because of how she treated you before. She felt like a jerk.

So of course when she shows up to Jacobs and demands to see you, things don't go swimmingly.

She finds out and she's...honestly not as shocked as she should have been

" look Bella I understand if you don't wanna talk to me anymore, I'm surprised you can even look at me-"

"Y/n I've already been through the whole my friend is a mythical creature thing. Besides who will I complain about the rain to?"

And then she realized she really did eff up pretty badly with you when she was dating Edward and it wasn't ok.

You were studying- or at least trying to study when you were interrupted by bella throwing rocks at your window.

You looked down onto the yard where she was standing and holding up a sign that read "I KNOW I SHOULD HAVE SAID THIS SOONER BUT WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME? p.s im sorry for being a jerk :(" And a bouquet of your favorite flowers to top it off.

You excitedly nodded and quickly got ready for a impromptu date.

You guys went to a drive in movie, sat in the back of her truck and kissed under the stars~

Ok but Bella would be really good with dates

Like hiking to some obscure spot just cuz there's pretty flowers? It's a no brainer for her

You help her cook for her dad and Charlie loves you like a seccond daughter

You read and stargaze together on her roof

You make picture albums with the camera her dad got her for her birthday.

And she constantly finds she keeps "misplacing" her sweaters and flannels

You guys are really the power couple of Forks no matter what the creepy homophobic old guys say🏋‍♂️

Your families already get along great with each other so there's really no fuss when it comes to that.

Jacob is a little miffed that you "stole" Bella from him but she reassures him that he'd never stand a chance.

You get engaged 2 years after high-school, which seems pretty early but you know you'll never ever find someone as great as bells in Forks

The wedding is small but that's the way you both wanted it

It's in her backyard, in the forest and the reception is at her house.

Ok I lokey hate her wedding dress(no shade if you like it tho!) So let's say she wore this one, it's close enough but much better(in my opinion)!

And ofc u wear whatever u want!

Bella lokey loves wolf version of you, I mean the piggyback rides are insane.

And your just so fluffy, great cuddle material.

You guys have a quiet simple life but it's never boring.

If you decide to have children I'm thanking the God's it won't be named Renesme.

You guys love to cook together and try new recipes

She eventually gets used to the rain and gloom of Forks. It seems to be growing on her tbh

Sometimes you'll be sitting on your bed watching a old movie and both of you will just sit and laugh about what life would gave been like if Edward had stayed in Forks.

#bella swan #bella swan x you #bella swan x reader #bella swan headcanons #twilight headcanon #twilight #bella twilight #twilight x reader

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dateamonster · 1 month

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longass monster high liveblog: season 2 edition lets gooooooo

rule school

very first thought of the new season: i want a doll of clawdeens wereruler armor so bad. also im excited for more worldbuilding lore stuff, and more varied werecreature designs! part of me gets a little irked sometimes that there seems to be disproportionate attention payed to werecreatures and the inner workings of their society over other monster species, but i cannot deny, i love a funny lil furry.

especially this side character bear dude who keeps showing up

rly feels like there should be a clause in were-society for what to do if ur wereruler is a fuckin kid. she should not have to be doing all this.

when she finally gets that armor off its gonna be like rock lee with the weights

i love these cunty old werewolf ladies ngl

damn speedreader clawdeen

that painting of foxford is soo cute clawdeen i loove u

toralei!! toralei HUG!!!!!!!! hug AND a pun!!! shes sososososo cute

oh and shes maaaad that she showed affection where other people can see lol the Dynamic.. it is unfolding before my very eyes..

oh damn the fox guy is a sneaky motherfucker? who could have foreseen this....... granted the whale plushie is unexpected

new witch in town

draculauras gay lil witch friend <333

lol is humans using monster slang a microaggression? much to think about.

im really interested in this developing plotline about draculaura being pressured to be like the model of Good Witchcraft. it works well with her established character and arc of like trying to live up to her fathers reputation and status in the monster world. poor girl never seems to be able to just fucking relax.

skelita! i love that shes trying out witchcraft, and the art-based magic is a fun angle too! i can totally see where this is going tho. drac is super serious about magic because theres all this pressure on her while skelita is just trying it out in a casual way so theyre at odds. its an interesting dilemma because i can def see both sides.

im really happy the writing seems like empathetic to both positions here. skelita deserves to try magic her way on her own terms, but its also totally understandable draculaura would feel protective over witchcraft when any misuse of it is ultimately going to reflect on her since she was the one working to legitimize it. respectability is a double edged sword fr!

play it again clawd

aw clawd is such a sweetiepie mamas boy. i def feel a little bad for him. imagine if ur little sister became the queen of ur entire society and ur just like. hangin out there.

oh were doing a groundhog day? im not a big timeloop plot person but ill try not to be too biased

this is also how me and my roommate act when theres a fly in the house

aw im rly glad they acknowledge that selena had like a whole life in beheme that she had to leave behind when she came home.. idk if theyre planning to actually do anything more substantial with that but yea when you think about its kinda fucked up! they probably had friends and stuff! clawd was *born* there! i get why theyd choose to stay here with their family and all even if they could easily go back, but like, its gotta be sad at times!

ok not bad as a timeloop ep goes. still not my fav but like clawds so cute and its so nice seeing him do stuff with his family <3

thats all for tonight i think! see u next time!!

#monster high #liveblogging

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lawyerkin · 3 months

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story time of how i got a dog under the cut :3

so as i mentioned. i was in a big city, biggest one in my state actually, for an important appointment. and i left with some pretty bad news that left me feeling really hopeless and depressed and kind of done with everything. this was last thursday in the morning.

from the hospital i went straight to the beach with my gf and her brother, who drove us there in his car. i felt pretty bad all day and i was on grindr to distract myself because big city grindr is very different from what im used to back in my town and i like exploring it.

the next day we went back to the actual city and we were at the mall from around 11 am to 6 pm, then i left with a guy i met up with there. i got to the guy's house and he had two dogs, a small shitzu and this puppy that was almost bigger than his grown dog, and he told me he was giving the other dog away because he bought the dog thinking it was a yorkshire (he fell for a pretty obvious scam 😭) and the dog just wouldn't stop growing and the apartment was REALLY, REALLY TINY and absolutely NOT AT ALL fit for a dog any bigger than a york.

so i was telling him i live far away from the big city and my backyard is pretty big and tbh almost all houses in my town have really big backyards and he asked if i could take the dog bcs he said i seemed like i would be able to care for it and im ngl, i never wanted a dog

after my two elderly poodles passed in 2022 i thought i'd never have a dog again because it really is a chore and i wasnt really willing to take on a 10+ year long responsibility again. but when i saw that puppy. they called him urso. i just instantly knew i HAD to take him. i just knew i NEEDED him. and yeah, i did

i was at several other places after going to that guy's house, all in the meantime i was talking to a lot of people to see if it would work out. i talked to my sister ofc, even with my dad who didn't even know i wasn't home, with bubble and her brother because we'd be taking him home in their car and with my friend wolfe who lives in a farm as a sort of backup plan. the next day at around 3 pm i decided i was taking him. so bubble's brother drove us to pick him up. he got in the car and not even an hour later he was sleeping on the floor of the car, and bubble also fell asleep and i was just looking at the dog and thinking about my life and about those very negative thoughts i was having and i started thinking about this dog and the future we'll have and all the things i'll have to do to keep him safe and take care of him and i was suddenly filled with these waves of motivation and i scrapped my idea of quitting going to the gym because i'll need to be strong to control my dog and have energy to take him for walks and i want to knit him sweaters when it gets cold and train myself to jog/run so we can go together and teach him tricks and give him toys and we can have matching collars and i'll make a instagram stories highlight just for him and im gonna have a baby to care for. and i'll have an actual reason to leave my room. and go out. and eat and go to the gym and do my best everyday. for my puppy. he needs me i need him and i am SO glad i met up with that random guy on grindr

also here are some pictures :3

tony hawk pro skater demo (aka urso 🐻) in his original home, and being carried by his original owner in a bag (cutest thing in the whole entire world!!!!!)

tony hawk pro skater demo (aka urso 🐻) in our car, getting ready for a 6 hour long drive home <3

on our way: stopping to stretch our legs, posing with a 3 meter tall capybara, tony inspecting the driver's seat, going back to sleep and, finally, TONY HAWK PRO SKATER DEMO HOME WITH MY FAVOURITE CHEW TOY I GAVE HIM AS A SPECIAL WELCOME GIFT <33

#tony hawk pro skater demo #tony hawk #doggy #my baby doll tony baby urso my precioys little bear my darling cutie pie god i love him so much #irl things #dog

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lunargrapejuice · 8 months

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Hi Luna ❤️

How are you? Just checking in to see if you’re doing okay and have been keeping well! 🥰 I hope you’re not too stressed at your new job and have some time for yourself and your husband!

I saw the post of the anon about Diluc and it made me feel so fuzzy and warm.

It took 2 years for Diluc to come home as well 😭😭😭 I am still taking my time building him because I am using other characters for my overworld and I don’t often play the abyss.

My boyfriend started playing Genshin before me and he has a c3 Diluc 😭😭😭

Every time I would lose a 50/50 I would hope it would be Diluc but it would always be Jean, Mona or Keqing. It’s been a little over 2 years since I started Genshin but till date, I haven’t gotten Qiqi yet 😂 idk if I am lucky or not but I love her and for the sake of the meme, I want her! She and Dehya are the only ones in the standard banner that I don’t have.

I am saving for Neuvi and Wrio’s banner but it’s a 50/50. I am hoping that if I lose my 50/50 it’s either a Diluc Con or a Qiqi. 😭

hello my beloved beautiful nats🥰💕

i hope you’ve been doing well too & have an amazing weekend!🩷

i have been doing okay! very ready for the weekend but also not because my husband is gonna be out of town for a week starting tomorrow & in our 7 years together we’ve never been apart that long😭 i will be fine but i am gonna be a baby about it😂

my new job has been amazing! it’s been so long since i’ve been able to go to work & actually enjoy what i do & this position has been doing just that 🩷 it’s a lot of new stuff & im learning a ton but it leaves plenty of time for breaks & being able to enjoy my time off & i couldn’t be more thankful for it

that anon had me in tears over our dear master diluc it was sooo cute & soft, everything he deserves & is for you ❤️ im love sick jdkfkfkf

IT ALSO TOOK YOU TWO YEARS OMG😭 im so glad our waiting paid off 🙏🏻 how dare hoyo do that to us tho & WHILE LETTING YOUR BOYFRIEND GET HIM MULTIPLE TIMES - that’s just cruel 😭 when my husband was playing i told him id legit cry if he got diluc before me lolol he stopped playing before that could happen tho. i built my diluc like as soon as i got him (goodbye all my fragile resin lol) but i would be changing his artifacts allll the time as i got better ones so i totally get waiting to get the build just right hehe

you have never gotten qiqi?! damnnn i would say that is good luck to some extent for sure 😂i actually really loved all of her stories that you get through friendship so i hope you’ll get her so you can see them too!🥰 she is so cute & I do enjoy seeing her - when she brought xiao to baizhu i was emotional to say the least hahha

i just got dehya the other day on the standard banner! she been really fun to play but i just can’t replace diluc on my team 🩷 i don’t have jean or tighnari from the standard banner but id be totally happy to get either

im also saving for neuvi! ive got like 140 wishes for him rn & no guarantee but my wallet is ready if needed LOL i also really want his weapon but I have never ever had good luck on the weapons banner so we’ll see if i get it

are you guaranteed your next 5*?! i will be hoping you get both or diluc/qiqi! after the trailer today it had me very 👀 at wrio heh

#thank you so much for checking on me nats I adore you to pieces 🩷🩷🩷🩷#sorry this is long I just wanted to talk so much to you heh #lovely moots <3 #🌙asks

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 11 months

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hi! It has been a while since i was last on here but life decided to screw me over but im doing better, but can i request some platonic US and UF skeletons and add toriel in there. Maybe a friend visiting after being overseas for a few years? Enjoy your day and have a good year!

Glad to see you again!

Undertale Toriel - She is mainly the one talking, giving you news of everything that happened in town during the few years you were gone. She keeps randomly hugging you too, or touch your cheek, or your arm, just because she is happy you're here. She organised a huge dinner with so much food you both know you will never be able to finish everything and will take the plane with the worst stomachache of your life, but you regret nothing. Toriel hung to the wall all your cards and photos, she will still insists you give her more phone calls though.

Underswap Sans - Blue gives you a tour of what you missed in town and then you're going to spend a day near the sea to celebrate your return. You both drink until you're not holding on your legs and singing weird paians songs in different langages. Honey refuses to open the door for you two to come home at 4 am in the morning. So Blue glitched you through the wall, and then half of the ceiling. You pass out stuck halfway through the floor of his bedroom. Great job.

Underswap Papyrus - He's a bit relieved you're ok, and will clinge to you while you're there with all he has. He will also try to make you guilty so you're not going back again, but you know this trick by now and doesn't let him fool you. Honey tries to overfeed you the night before you have to leave so you oversleep. He's sad when it's not working, but that's life. You better call him more often!

Underfell Sans - You're looking at the photos of your trip and he's criticizing everything. He missed bitching with you about random things, and all the boyfriends you made on the way that left you the next day are a good way to catch up. Red blushes furiously when you give him a gift and plays it all tsundere, saying you shouldn't have waste money for him and that he's embarrassed because he has nothing for you in return, when deep down he is ecstatic.

Underfell Papyrus - He's mad at you because you didn't warn him you were coming and his house is not clean and you know he hates it when things are not planned. He will refuse to open your gift for ten long minutes but you can see his angry shell slowly cracking up as curiosity and envy gets him. FINE. Maybe he's not really mad at you. But next time! After that, you two are talking for hours with excitement as you're talking about your trips. Edge wants to travel one of this day too, and, while he waits to be able to do it, your trips are always a great way to travel without moving of his home.

#undertale #toriel #underswap #underfell #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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that-agender-from-pluto · 5 months

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Can I just rant for a second

(And I ask that you read this in its entirety before sending hate)

Adding a read more bc it's a long post

I don't like the fandoms obsession with Eddie munson

Like, do I think he's an ok character? yeah sure

But some of you treat him like he's the second coming of christ

Y'all treat him like he's a god

And I personally hate that with a burning passion

HE WAS AN ASSHOLE

To Lucas, my baby, my bff

To Steve

To literally anyone he interacted with

And some of you will be like "but he was bullied and he was just trying to protect himself 😔"

Yall will act like he was regularly getting beat up in back alleys when realistically the most that happened was he got called names

He was, as far as we know, the only drug dealer at the high school. No one is going to want to be on his bad side if they ever wanted drugs

He was a three time senior let that sink in

Three time senior

He was 20 in the show or at least almost 20

No teenager is going to go beating up a 20 year old no matter if their in the same school or not

Now correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think anyone is bullying people in a grade above them

You know Jason big bad evil jock basketball player Jason

The most we see before the whole murder thing (which I will get to) is him calling Eddie a freak, and that's it

And Honestly, if I was trying to eat my lunch and some theater kid started standing on tables loudly yelling about things that really don't matter, I would call him a freak too

Jason was a sophomore when Eddie was in his first senior year

Jason is not doing shit to Eddie

But you all will take what he did when they found his girlfriend dead in Eddie's trailer and treat it like it's his everyday life

And this was right in the middle of the satanic panic. So, the rumors of him worshipping the devil make sense for the time. It wasn't anything targeted. It was just what everyone thought about people who played dnd

And can you honestly say that you would react differently than Jason did?

If your girlfriend was found dead in the trailer of the three time senior (again 20 year old) the same senior that has a reputation for dealing drugs and playing a game linked to devil worshipping (again satanic panic it's what most people thought at the time)

Think of it from an outsiders perspective

There's a murderer on the loose, and the police aren't doing shit about it

What would you be doing?

And let's talk about chrissy

We don't know how old she was

We don't know if she was graduating that year

She could have been under 18

If you found out that a 17 year old was found dead in someone's trailer, you would be so angry, and you would be wishing death on whatever predator killed her.

And y'all will say "oh he's an outcast he's someone people who feel like outcasts can look up to"

And like great, im glad you found a character you can relate to

But like did you watch the first three seasons?

The whole show is about outcasts

Lucas is black in a small town in the 80s

Dustin is disabled in a small town in the 80s

Will and Robin are gay in a small town in the 80s

If you were anything other than straight white and able-bodied in the 80s, you were an outcast

Eddie is nothing new

Y'all just like him so much because you think he's hot

And don't even get me started on how y'all treat robin and steve

#stranger things #eddie munson #anti fanon Eddie munson #and don't even mention the book #i have not read it and will never read it #and it was not out when this shit started #and as far as im concerned its not even very cannon from what I've heard #so it doesn't apply #and bonus mini rant in the tags #why the fuck did he gat a book #there are so many other characters that should have gotten a book #why the hell did this boring ass character who was in ONE season get a book

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nyctophiliq · 1 year

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Heyyy! If matchups are still open can I get one for arcane or overwatch!

20 nb lesbian ESFP. artist, entertainer, artist, musician. I'm pretty butch, goth, I use they/them, I'm short and have dark short black hair, gauges and multiple tattoos, people compare me to Wednesday, Sevika, Ruby (Steven universe) and Toph. I tend to dress in all black, purple or red. When I'm not working Im drawing writing or playing guitar. I'm a chill person, who prefers to listen to people talk, or just being able to relax around people. However with specific subjects I can get more talkative. I have a small friend group cuz I'm really picky, people say I am friendly and inviting, but I look intimidating or unapproachable due to my rbf and alt style. They also describe me as easy to talk to, chill, nonjudgmental, protective and a bitch to people when I need to be. I'm not easily angered, but I used to get into fights, and I'm very protective of the people I choose to be around. I exercise every night, I love interacting with new people, listening to hard rock or metal, partying, drinking smoking, or spending the night inside. It honestly depends on my mood, I like cooking, long car rides and adventures. Honestly kinda just a stoner in scary clothes. Scary and cool till I open my mouth then I'm more of a lovable idiot.

your match-up and star messenger is . . .

JUNKER QUEEN ! ODESSA "DEZ" STONE (estp) !

you are the "annoyingly loud, tall and their scary sweetheart short s/o" couple

maybe it was your similar style that convinced odessa there was no better person for her, or that she had to think twice to talk to you when first meeting you because you looked like you were about to murder someone. either way, she was attracted to you the second she had laid eyes on you.

odessa has much to say and even more wild stories to tell you and that requires a pair of patient ears. she is glad you like listening to her tales, that no matter how horrible it may sound you answer to her without poison on your tongue. the two of you would have only small kinks when communicating, phrasing your sentences too emotionally or overly poetic would confuse odessa, setting up an awkward silence session between the two of you.

the two of you are rarely resting, odessa always has a new adventure for you two to go on. both of you have the type of personality that doesn't like to sit around, do pointless routines or tasks, and rather be creating new things, building new connections, and going to concerts, parties, or hang with your friends.

junker queen will try to learn at least one of you hobbies, most likely playing the guitar. she never really had the opportunity to learn an instrument and would like to expand her skills and open herself up to new possibilities in smaller ways. to think she would make a bad student is completely wrong, odessa can be patient she just needs a bit more encouragement to handle such things as music. in fighting you need to throw big punches, and the guitar needs a delicate touch.

some aspects of your relationship would be:

her constantly teasing you about the height difference, she is 7ft tall, and nobody tops that

drive-in cinema dates! there is a place that still does this thing, a little far away but neither of you is complaining about the long road ahead

talking shit about those rude people for no reason is one of your ways to connect and suddenly start a deep talk

odessa can't help but find it adorable how you stand up for her or yourself if somebody is bothering either of you

MEETING EACH OTHER !

version 1

the night was still young but you were just getting started with your laps around the abandoned block in the town. if there was any reason why you took your exercises in the night remained unanswered, you didn't remember, it has been going on for so long. so wrapped in your own thoughts, trying to figure out why was it so relishing to work out in the night you missed the person coming towards you and the two of you bumped into each other. falling ass first on the ground, a groan left your throat. it took you a second to regain control over your shaken body, that's when you first saw her, offering you a hand with a troubled look on her face.

"are you alright there? i didn't expect anyone else around this turn of time, this place in town. i'm odessa."

version 2

you were part of junkertown's enforcers, serving directly under the queen herself which was a surprise for you too since you haven't been in the line of duty for too long. you have never seen the queen personally, only on the papers that were put up around the town and her commands came through your squad leader. on the night junkrat, a former resident of the town claimed that he found a 'treasure' and you along with your comrades were sent out to take a look at said 'treasure' only for it to turn out to be a trap set up by him and his partner in crime, roadhog. in the fight, you were incapacitated, and by the time you woke up your queen's face was the first thing to greet you.

"i'm sure the two of us can talk about compensation privately... a queen cares for every one of their enforcers."

YOUR SONG IS . . .

can't feel my face by the weeknd !

#📼 › moss tapes #overwatch match up #overwatch #match up #match up event

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how do we feel about t4t bangel ?

oh my god that's spooky i was literally just thinking about what it would look like for them both to talk about their bisexuality after that s3 dyke (proverbial) post!! let these two discuss their queer experiences night apparently

i'm assuming u mean trans girl buffy right? love that reading. i've gotta say, similar to the t4t spangel ask (im assuming ur the same anon), i'm not a "shipper" in the traditional sense and specifically in this instance part of my love for their dynamic is Really feeling glad they don't end up together. my opinions on them in general probably deserve their own post, so i'll just summarise and say my favourite iteration of their relationship is friendly exes who can go to eachother for help, specifically stuff like angel showing up after joyce's funeral and the offscreen reunion after her resurrection in s6. like. these people care about eachother!!! and they want to make life easier for eachother!! specifically i love it when buffy can lean on angel for support if she needs to despite their lives being fairly seperate, bc good god does she need that.

so assuming obviously that buffy would be living as a girl from the get go in this version, you could build a starting over as herself element into her moving to a new town and new school in the pilot. you could play with the supernatural-as-queerness subtext from the show and have the understanding of her slayer identity between her and angel that she doesn't feel from her normal friends extend to her being out to him before she's out to the scoobies, which could then extend further into the s2 angelus arc with the threat of him outing her, and potentially that being how the scoobies find out if you really want narrative cohesion with canon (or if you want to be nice to buffy then. literally anything else happening)

going with my established Trans Angel Reading, he'd only figure things out himself long after their relationship is over, and i think that could honestly be such a fucking Moment for them both, for him to confide this in her now after they've reached an understanding as she did in him right back at the start before everything went wrong. bittersweet but also kind of promising, like if it's possible to learn something new about yourself after 250 years then there's definitely still ways for their relationship to grow even if they cant be together. i feel like just as angel was able to help buffy navigate the world of the supernatural initially, she could help him navigate gender in the 21st century, and i think getting that understanding from her would be really important to him in a totally different way to getting it from the ats gang.

i think for buffy it could be a kind of closure for, once again, just how badly their relationship went to know that despite everything she was understood by the first person she loved, more than she even knew at the time. however, a beloved Buffy Trait of mine is how badly she reacts to people she sees as threatening to replace her in any way (see homecoming and kendra and faith's respective first episodes) so alternately you could get the much funnier response of hello?? that was my thing first?? how dare you?? which synchronises really well with the previous ask and the possibility for coming out to put an end to angel and spike's rivalry - it starts a whole new one with buffy!

#fascinating to consider thank you #also oscar i left off the readmore this time since u mentioned it #asks

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Ride the Cyclone headcanons

i got dragged into rtc after i listened to the ballad of jane doe on a whim and now im stuck with a new hyperfixation and coming up with headcannns

Jane/Penny joined the choir just two days before, Father Marcus was the teacher who guided her around the school and he mentioned the choir and suggested she join.

When Ocean found out she straight up spent all night trying to figure out how to include Penny in the field trip which is why there’s only speculation of a new choir member

Ocean’s always hated the pitying looks she would get as the hippies’ kid trying too hard, she refuses to pity anyone and drags her peers that also receive those looks into the choir.

Ocean dragged Ricky into the choir because she knows he’s always left out of things and even though she knows he’ll goof off with the others, because she’s known him since childhood and has always dragged him into things with her

Ocean also knows what it’s like to all but need to get away from your life, although she’s chosen to devote herself to academics and normalcy to be as unlike her parents as possible

Penny almost wasn’t going to even go, it was only because Ezra’s therapist had an opening and squeezed him in that she decided to go the day of.

Penny was actually pretty excited about the choir in general and even though she wasn’t even sure she would even go she still memorized the song for the performance.

Talia is real, admittedly if everyone lived the two would eventually break up after they both figure out they’re gay.

Mischa once called Noel St. Cassius’ Gay Awakening and Penny My Ex-Girlfriend’s Lesbian Awakening. The two loved the titles so much they had shirts made.

Despite the accidental confession it still took a week for Noel to realize Mischa likes him back.

Ezra once said he thought Noel is pretty and Penny couldn’t look Noel in the eye for a week.

Constance’s house and family cafe is the go-to hangout places because after Ocean and Penny admitted the smell of the litter boxes makes them uncomfortable(druggie parent buddies) it’s only other unanimous place they like to hang out.

Constance’s parents also ended up as the groups surrogate parents.

Penny somehow ended up as the town’s go to emergency babysitter. When asked how it happened she just states “Puppets and dollies.” and walks off.

Constance’s baby brother has decided Noel is the most interesting person and will follow him around asking to play with him

As the previous most interesting person Ricky is turn between jealousy and glad that he doesn’t have a small child waiting for him outside the door when he uses the bathroom.

Outside of Uranium, Penny is known as the girl who bit a misogynist singer in the face.

It surged in popularity after allegations about said singer came to light. If Penny ever returned to America she would have people pointing her as Bite Face Girl.

Constance is the strongest of the group after an arm wrestling contest

And after Ocean mentioned she used to be able to pick up Ricky back in middle school everyone decided to see if Ocean could pick them up too

Father Marcus came back from picking up copies to find Ocean with Ricky and Penny tossed over her shoulder.

Father Marcus loves his choir club but he does not understand their thought process.

Father Marcus dies two weeks before graduation and the will reading ends in tears

He wrote letters for each of them they were supposed to receive on graduation

#rtc #ride the cyclone #jane doe rtc #penny lamb rtc #ocean o'connell rosenberg #constance blackwood #mischa bachinski #noel gruber #ezra lamb

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Nothing else matters | Eddie Munson x Y/N

March 1987| Spring Break Eddie is alive, Max is recovering, Will and his family has moved back, peace is retuning to Hawkins. Its spring break and you're visiting your dad who's newly married to Max's mom. Which means staying right across the road from the town freak. Spring break only lats so long, can you make It memorable?

This is a Y/N x Eddie Munson story, Content waning for smut content will be added to the chapters which need it.

Songs mentioned at the beginning of chapter to set the mood will not be accurate to the years, Songs mentioned and to be listened to during story will be accurate.

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE STRANGER THINGS FRANCHISE I DO NOT ALLOW MY WOK TO BE PUBLISHED BY ANYONE ELSE OR POSTED BY ANYONE WHO IS NOT MYSELF

Find more over on https://www.wattpad.com/story/318726793-𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠-𝐄𝐥𝐬𝐞-𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬-eddie-munson-x-y-n-story

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CHAPTER ONE

Run to the Hills off of Iron Maidens album The Number of the Beast plays loudly from the cassette player in your olive green 1975 ford bronco. The drivers side window’s rolled down; bringing in the slight breeze that spring in Indiana has to offer. Pulling into Hawkins you notice the obscurity of the population sign. Updated yearly by most towns but you can tell a drastic change has been made within the past year. It’s normal for a couple digits to fluctuate, people die, babies are born, people are always relocating. But the way the paint chips shows the numbers have changed by the hundreds. You never asked your step sibling what happened to her last spring when all hell literally broke loose, you figured it was something bad. But not this bad.

Taking a quick peek at the notes your dad gave you on how to get to the trailer park you notice you’ll need to take a left at the upcoming police station. Hawkins appears to have a simple layout, everywhere is accessible off this one main road. After the left you follow the rest of the instructions going through exactly five stop lights and head right at the corner store. You cant miss the sign on the left hand side of the road detailing the exact location you were looking for. Putting on your signal light to turn in you notice five kids on bikes pulling out; all five look familiar but you cant place exactly where from. Shrugging it off you pull in and head over to where you can see your dad already waving in your direction.

Parking and hopping out in one swift movement you run into your Dads arms. “Y/N it’s so good to see you, I cant believe you're finally here!” Its been about 6 months since you last saw your dad. He came around home last summer, informing you of his proposal to Susan. You were overjoyed to hear the news, but it was even more exciting just having him home. Last year Susan and her daughter drove to LA so Max could see her dad after she awoke from her coma. Susans car ended up breaking down on their way home causing a trip you're dads shop so it could get fixed. It was love at first sight he says. After your first meet with Susan you knew she would do everything in her power to make sure your dad was happy. You appreciated how much she cared for him, your mother leaving wasn’t just hard on you. It also broke the strongest man you know.

“Im happy to be here dad, driving across 5 states without you was crazy! Im glad old Olive was able to hold up” He laughed. “Well I’d hope so! We spent so much time on her last summer to ensure shed be ready for this trip” Coming out of the hug you can see Susan opening the door with Max in her wheelchair sitting inside. “Well cmon you two! I have fresh lemonade on the table” You head inside following your dads footsteps. Susan brings you into a warm hug as you pass through the threshold of the trailer. It has a cozy smell to it, similar to fresh baked goods and warm laughter. “Hi Susan, it's so good to see you” You say pulling away. She grabs your arms and holds you, as if to get a better look at you “Im so glad you here, your dad and Max are so exited to show you around town.” “I cant wait! How are you feeling Max?”

After Max woke up from her coma her doctor informed her that she would get her eyesight back as well as her ability to walk and move her arms. It was a slow process. Once her bones healed she regained the function of moving her arms and hands again, brining her to physical therapy for her legs. It was possible for Max to stand and walk but not for long periods of time. Her eyesight was projected to be a slower process, she she had regained almost all of it back, sitting her at an 18/20 vision. She required glasses for some things but she mostly went without. “Hey Y/N, I’m good considering everything!” You smile, Max has been so brave during this past year. She’s done her best to stay positive and when things got tough she focused on the fact that she knew shed get better. “Good! Im glad to hear! Have you gotten more news as too when you’ll be walking?” “Soon enough I’m sure! It's not as painful now, it’s more just exhausting for long periods of time. But that means i'll be better soon!” You take your seat across from her as Susan pours you a glass of the lemonade she mentioned earlier. You shoot her a nod of thanks, she smiles.

“So how about your eyes? Do you like being in the 4 eyes squad?” Her and my dad laughed, man after the year she’s had its so good to hear her laugh. “ I cant wait for it to be over! I can only listen to Lucas make the same glasses joke so many times! .” You notice how her cheeks become flush as she mentions his name. “Oh? Lucas hey? Is this your boyfriend?” Smiling again she nods. “You just missed him actually, him and the rest of the gang stopped by. But I sent them off knowing you’d be pulling in soon. I wanted the first day your here just to be family! Can we make sure you have time to meet them before you go home?” You apprenticed how much Max wanted you to be apart of her life. Growing up an only child was lonely for you; and you couldn’t imagine how much it hurt her when her brother died. You had heard from your dad her stop brother Billy wasn’t the greatest guy, but you know it was the companionship that mattered. “ Of course, I’m here for the entire two weeks, we have lots of time. I can even drive you to school tomorrow and pick you up.” She shook her head and smiled.

You all sit inside and caught up for a couple hours; Laughing about what Max and her friends got up to last summer as well as discussing how school was going for myself, on the outside school was going great. Dad thought all the girls you lived with were friends, but in reality they were merely just girls in your class who wanted cheaper rent. You thought studying English was going to be fulfilling, You thought the that you would have a greater opportunity to interact with other individuals that cared about the same things as you. You had hoped the books we would be digesting would be more interesting. But alas everyday you walk into class feeling miserable, what you wanted wasn’t happening. But being here away from it all, brought hope that maybe some sort of clarity would be given. Something to shove you in the right path.

After telling them what they want to hear about University; Susan made a suggestion of ordering Pizza. All of you agreed knowing it would be easier to pick pizza than anything else.Once finished you helped Susan clean, after putting the clean dishes away and taking the garbage out to the backyard you take a peak at the clock. 9:00 on the dot.

Everyone started heading off to bed, Max had her last day of classes before spring break and both your dad and Susan had work in the morning. Susan thanked you for helping and showed me where you’d would be sleeping, a small room next to Max. Twin sized bed, one side table with a lamp on top. And a small dresser positioned in the corner of the room. Even though it was small it was comfortable, it had those warm touches you’d expect. Taking a seat and laying back on the bed you can feel sleep pulling at you; “Shit” you mumble under your breath, realizing you forgot your bag out in your truck. Jumping up you head outside.

Walking to open your truck you notice a figure sitting on the stairs at the trailer across the street. An amber flame lights up his face as he sparks his joint. Your breath hitches as you get the first glance. Eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness you can make out more than just his beautiful bronze eyes. Curls frame his face and gently fall down his shoulders, rings adorn his fingers surrounding the fresh joint. He takes another drag letting his eyes fall heavy as the THC starts to work its magic. The light above him flicks on as he leans back onto the stairs, leaning his head upwards and blowing a drag of smoke.

The glow gives you a better opportunity to notice what he’s wearing. A light washed jean vest covered with patches and pins of bands your oh so familiar with.The stitching appears to be done by himself. You can picture the brooding figure before you pulling thread in-between his soft lips and saturating it before threading the needle. Suddenly jealous of whoever got to kiss all the wounds that he would have received from every pick the needle caused. He notices your glances and sends a smirk your way, almost shooting butterflies directly into your stomach. Giving him a quick wave after locking up your truck you run inside.

Who was that? Max never mentioned anyone your age living across the street, but then again why would she? You weren’t here to have a spring fling, you were here to see her, her mom and your dad. Pushing the thoughts of him aside, you grab a t-shirt and some sleep shorts out of your and put them on. Turning the lights off and getting into bed, after the long two day drive you pass out almost immediately.

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Waking up in the morning you can hear the sounds of coffee and breakfast being prepared, taking the time to remember where you are you sit up slowly. Right, Hawkins. Getting up out of bed you grab clothes for the day, a loose fitting DIO shirt and some light wash jeans. Pulling some socks on grabbing a pair of black hightop converse you head to the bathroom. Before leaving you had booked a haircut hoping for something easier to style you ask for what Farrah Fawcett style shag. Spraying some Aqua Net hairspray all over you scrunch your hair to help solidify the curls from the other day. Brushing your teeth and applying some mascara and eyeliner you're done getting ready. Heading out into the kitchen you see Susan and Max at the table, your dad pouring himself a cup of coffee. “Morning kiddo, how’d you sleep?” Grabbing yourself a mug and pouring yourself one you respond “ Good! The drive really knocked me out” You sit down at the table while the rest of them as the rest of them have light morning conversation. “Well max, when should we head out?” Glancing up at the clock “Probably now, that way we have time to load up!”

Helping Max with her book bags you wheel her down to the you stop with her at the side of your truck. You notice the curl haired boy from yesterday. He’s locking the front door to his trailer and adjusting his back pack on his shoulder. You're shocked to see him awake at this time and not to mention a book bag on his shoulders. In the moonlight last-night he looked much too old to be in High School. “Thats Eddie by the way” Max says looking up at you. “You know him?” You say returning her gaze. “Yeah he runs Hellfire, the D&D club Dustin, Mike and Lucas are apart of. He’s failed to graduate three years in a row, but I think this year he’s got it” Three years hey? That would make him 21 and only just graduating. “Well I hope this year is his year” You help Max into the passenger seat and roll her wheel chair down the drive. Opening up your trunk you hear footsteps shuffle behind you.

“I like your shirt, DIO is an amazing band!” You can hear the nerves fall off his tongue. Turning around you smile. “Thanks I got it when I saw them two summers ago, they were amazing.” “Finally someone who has good music taste in this town!” He bends at the knees doing some wild air fist bumps. You can hear Max laughing in the car. “So not a single person in all of Hawkins likes Metal?” You say laughing at the curly heads reaction leaning up against your truck. “No no, I have a couple friends who like the genera, I guess I should have been more specific. Not a single attractive girl in Hawkins likes the music.” You blush, It's been a long time since someone openly complemented you like that. “ Thanks” “The names Munson, Eddie Munson. But uh you can call me Eddie.” Putting his hand out for you to shake. “Hi Eddie, My name is Y/N” taking it in your own. The feeling of the cool rings sends a tingle from your fingers all the way up your arm and into your chest. “Y/N! We gotta go!” He loosens the grip on your hand so you can turn around and shut the trunk. “Sorry, see ya around Munson” Winking in his direction, walking around you hop into the drivers side of your truck.

Putting you key into the ignition you can feel Max’s eyes on you, “ Whats up kid?” “Your blushing because of Eddie!” Pulling out of the spot you look over at her, “ Whys it bad to be blushing over Eddie?” Max looks as if she’s looking for the reasons as to why it is a bad thing “Turn here, well, your only here for a couple weeks then you head back to your life at University. I don’t want you going ahead and falling for him or vice versa. He had a rough year last year and doesn’t need to have another one.”

Turning and continuing on the road, seeing the school sign up the road. “ I understand where you are coming from Max, but a little harmless flirting cant do anyone much harm.” But we all know how much of a lie that is. Pulling into the school you can see the five kids from yesterday all standing by the bike rack.

“You can pull in here” doing so you see them all wave. You park, pull out Max’s chair and help her into it. “Hey guys, this is my step sister, Y/N” Hellos float through the air. “ Hi, I’m glad we are finally getting to meet. Ive received enough photos and stories to feel like I already know you!” You approach Lucas closer and give his hand a shake “Its especially nice to meet you Lucas. I appreciate how much you’ve helped Susan and my dad while Max recovers” He smiles “Its really nothing, Your dad and Susan have been so amazing during all of this” Taking a closer look at Dustin and Mikes shirt you notice its the same one that Eddie was wearing this morning, that must be the logo of their d&d group. Almost as if just thinking about him summons his presence. Eddie walks up and puts his arms around Dustin and Mike “Good morning gentlemen, are you ready to finish this campaign?” The boys both nod, “Yup, last one before spring break is gonna be sweet!” Dustin says. “I have something really good up my sleeve for tonight, You two better be ready” The enthusiasm that radiates off of Eddies body is electric as he says it. you can see the passion he has for the game as it sparkles in his eyes.

Max turns to look at Lucas, “Are you playing tonight?” “ Nope, my plans tonight include you, me and renting a movie from Steve and Robins work!” He grabs her hand and gives it a squeeze. Smiling with joy she nods, “ Good, I had hoped so.” The school bell rings signifying it’s time for everyone to head inside, they all say goodbye with the exception of Eddie who lingers leaning his tall lean body onto the bike racks.

“ So Y/N whats your plan for the rest of the day, gonna get up to any mischief?” You laugh, “The most mischief I'll get into in a town this small will be buying one too many records at the record shop.” “The one on main street is amazing, if you're open to it id love to take you sometime” You look down at his hands, he’s playing with his rings, twirling them around on each of his delicate fingers. “Are you asking to take me out Munson? You do realize it’s only my first day in town right?” “No-no- I uh, just thought you’d like someone more experience taking you around.” He stammers; “Yeah okay, how about tomorrow, We can go around 1?” Blushing he says “Its a date” Winking in your direction he runs inside. You cant help but laugh, you step back in your truck and head home.

#eddie munson #eddiemunson x reader #eddie my love #eddie fanfic #eddie the freak munson #munson #stranger things #hellfire club #hellfirefreak #eddie stranger things #stranger things s4 #stranger things 4 #eddie fucking munson

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