#let up a little meaning i don’t have a panic attack going outside anymore

[wonderlandwalker]

Proven Wrong | Finnick Odair x Reader

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Summary: Finnick broke things off with you, but everything changes when he gets jealous

Content Warnings/Tags: Smut, mdni, porn with very little plot, jealousy, did not proofread, not even once

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: There's a fifty-fifty chance this is horrible and my sleep-deprived brain is gaslighting me into thinking I need to post it but I guess there's just one way to find out. This is my first time writing Finnick smut and it's not what I used to but I'm also not mad at it, so enjoy this ( hopefully ) while I go have a panic attack in the corner second time today xx

You could see him looking at you, the way he trailed his eyes down the exposed skin your dress graced his eyes with. Wherever you went you could feel his presence burning from behind you. But you knew better than to give into it, because Finnick had made it clear you couldn't be together. Ever since you had returned from your games there had been a spark between you that you had wanted to feed, you wanted to give it oxygen to see how big it would get. But Finnick didn't want to feed the flame, because he was scared it would burn him down. And so you both went your ways, but you couldn't avoid each other.

Every capitol event and each hunger games you would see each other, you would see him looking at you with that longing in his eyes that made you wonder if this was really what he had wanted. But you didn't dare question it, because you had tried before, and all it had led to was a waste of energy. No, you wouldn't fall for that again. 

And you hadn't been doing it intentionally, you hadn't even noticed at first when Gloss got a little closer than usual or when his hand made its way to your waist. To be honest, you were quite enjoying yourself, and you had given up on the idea Finnick would turn around.

So when you did notice, you let him. You let Gloss whisper into your ear and you laughed at the silly joke he had made, and you weren't even sure if you were actually enjoying his attention or the attention in general.

But you didn't have much time to wonder before you were interrupted. A hand placed on your shoulder and a quick ‘can I borrow her for a second’ and you were being dragged into the hallway close by. If it hadn't been for the fact you recognized him from the smallest actions you would have been startled, but you could never be startled around him.

“What do you think you are doing” He sounded bitter, and maybe, just maybe you were glad you could get to him the way he would get to you.

“I'm having fun, what are you doing” 

“You know that's not what I mean, what are you doing with him” He had you cornered between himself and the wall, and he was so close that you could feel his heart beating in sync with yours, but after all this time you had spent trying to get over him, you weren't one to give in easy.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore Finnick.”

The moment you told him you could see a flash of hurt pass his eyes, if you didn't know any better you would have sworn he looked like he regretted something.

But you pushed past the thought, and you pushed yourself free from him, going back outside to rejoin the party. As the night went on you kept looking at him, you kept looking and every time you did, his eyes would already be on you. He was watching you as if he hadn't told you he didn't want to be with you. 

In the beginning, it had been blissful, but it hadn't taken long for your relationship with Finnick to turn complicated, and in the end, it had broken like a glass that's been pushed towards the edge too many times, finally slipping off.

But when you excuse yourself a little while later and walk inside to get a moment of peace from the crowd outside, you meet him again. This time though, he doesn't even greet you, he’s immediately grabbing your arm and urging you to follow him up the staircase. You enter the first room you find and the moment he shuts the door behind you he’s on you as if it's his last chance to do so. He pushes you up against the door and grabs your legs, pleading with you to wrap them around him as his lips crash into yours. For a moment you want to let him, you want to bask in this euphoria of feeling him against you, but you have to remind yourself it will only be worse in the end.

“Finnick you need to stop.” You were trying to sound convincing, really, you were, but the way his fingers are roaming your skin makes you sink into him, and your voice sounds more like a plea. 

He’s moved his attention to your jaw, to your neck, and when he meets your pulse point you throw your head back against the door, but he still knows you, and before you can hurt yourself on it he’s bracing you with his other hand against the back of your head.

“Careful now, wouldn't want you to get hurt.” It’s ironic, you think, the way in which he seems to care so much all of a sudden when he didn't seem to care all this time before. But you still don't stop him, you don't stop him as he walks you over to the empty bed and you wouldn't dream of stopping him as he drops you down on it, hovering over you. His hands are everywhere and it feels as if he’s showing your skin an entire new kind of pleasure. His hands trail lower until he hikes up your dress and leans down to kiss a path up your thighs as if he’s following a map that will lead him to hidden treasure. 

If it had been anyone else, you would have felt ashamed, you would have cowered away at how quickly he was getting to you. You’re leaning into his touch and when you moan out his name, he says.

“I bet Gloss doesn’t make you feel as good as I can, does he?”

And you wouldn't know, because tonight had been the first time you really noticed him, but it brought out something in Finnick you’ve been trying to get for ages, and you're not about to tell him just yet.

“I thought you said we weren't together.” You want to see how far you can take this, because it’s not often you hold the upper hand. A dark look flashes through his eyes as you look at him and he doesn't say anything just yet, but he’s doubling his efforts as he gets closer to your core, and the moment he makes contact with your clit through your underwear, the moment you arch your back and moan his name again as he feels how wet you are for him, he regains the control.

“And I thought you said you were a good girl, guess we were both wrong.” He looks up again from where he had settled between your legs, and the hypnotizing effect he has on you makes you sink into the mattress as he gets back to his mission. His mouth is on you as if he’s been starving for months and you are the only thing that will salvage his hunger, your legs are tingling and he has to use his arm to keep you down. Before you know it he’s using his fingers and you swear you don’t care anymore what happens after this, whether he’ll leave you alone or not because right now, all you can think of is the way it all feels. You can feel his fingers curling inside you as he whispers praises to you, you can feel how close you are from the way your insides twist at his words, and you can feel the flood of relief as he tells you to let go, and you do. 

You’re breathing is still heavy as you feel the mattress dip beside you and when you open your eyes you see him looking at you.

“I’ve missed you.” He sounds like he’s trying to apologize, and in a way he is. Because he’s sorry for all the time he’s wasted and he’s sorry it took him this long to realize.

“I’ve missed you too Fin.” His eyes melt a little at the nickname, and he leans in to kiss you again. It’s much softer this time, and you just know it’s all going to be okay.

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[eyelessjacksmask]

eyeless jack with a reader who is scared of spiders, like deathly afraid to the point they have panic attacks (OUTING MYSELF LMAO BC I HATE THEM) and one day someone (maybe like masky? idk lmao) decides to play a prank on them with a fake spider and the reader freaks out and masky is confused because it's just a fake spider and jeff is like "you're in for it lmao" and ej comes up and is pissed and helps calm the reader?

a/n: This was my first request and honestly it was perfect because I too am terrified of spiders lol! I have not been writing lately, the last time I wrote was probably 3 years ago, so I apologize if it's rocky!

Eyeless Jack x reader who is scared of spiders

TW: spiders, panic attack

Spiders are a common fear, quite a few people are scared of them.

You’d say you were actually terrified of them though. Just seeing one from across the room caused you to freak out. 

Everyone in the mansion respected this, doing their best to not point out a spider or trying to remove it before you see it.

Yes, even Jeff. He was an asshole and he liked seeing people scared, but he considered you a friend and the last thing he wanted was to upset you (well, really upset you. He did like to tease you every now and then)

Plus, you’re with Jack, and given he’s very protective of you and the whole demon thing, no one wants to risk making him mad. 

Except for Masky. In his defense though, he didn’t know exactly how scared you were of them. He thought you’d be a little scared and then laugh once you found out it was just a plastic spider. 

Obviously, he was an idiot. 

You were sitting on the couch, tired from playing outside with Sally, when Masky sat next to you. 

“Hey, want to see something cool?” 

You turn to face him, smiling as you nod. 

That smile quickly turns to a frown when you see the spider he put on your lap. 

You jump up, backing into the wall as you start hyperventilating, sobbing, and screaming to get it off.

Masky laughs as he picks it up, telling you “It’s just plastic, it’s not real!” He holds it out to you, but you only scream to get it away, unable to back up anymore due to the wall. 

He quickly realizes that you were not hearing anything he said as he watched you stand there shaking. 

“What the fuck happened?” You barely can make out Jeff's figure through your blurred vision. 

“It was a prank! I didn’t think they’d get this scared!” Masky groans, now really regretting what he did.

“Are you really that fucking stupid?! They’re terrified of spiders, you KNEW that.” Jeff turns and glares at Masky. “Fucking idiot.” 

“I’m sorry!” And he does mean it, but that doesn’t seem to matter much now.

“Oh, you’re going to be really fucking sorry.” 

Jack storms up to him, shoving him against the couch. “I’ll deal with you later.” 

Even Jeff is a bit taken aback. He’s never heard Jack sound so pissed. 

“Hey, darling. Look at me.” Jack is now in front of you. His hand is gently lifting your chin up. “You’re okay. It’s not a real spider, you’re safe.” 

You let him wrap you in his arms as you finally start to calm down.

“I’m sorry,” you squeak out.

“Don’t be, love. You have nothing to apologize for.” He rubs your back as he gently rocks you back and forth, the movement helping you calm down. 

He continues to hold you until you are fully calm and able to breathe normally. 

Even though you're calm now, he’ll stay by your side for the rest of the day, every now and then looking in Masky’s direction who can feel the glare even if he can’t see it.

Jack wants to hurt him for what he did to you, but he decides that letting Masky live in fear for the next few days, anxiously waiting for him to pounce, is much more amusing.

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[gayerthanevertbh]

mommy’s little girl: 3

pairings: older!natasha x young!innocent!reader

warnings: natasha being a little pervy, angst, and slight fluff. 18+ MINORS DNI

notes: i’m sorry in advance. also, i would like to thank @karsonromanoff for this brilliant idea! except that… the end was a—

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There are many times that I’ve truly felt unsafe. One time when I was at the beach house, my mother decided to invite a man that looked so much like my father that I didn’t realize they were “banging” each other the minute I walked into that room. I guess that was the first time I did feel unsafe, per se. Another one is that I was at a school dance and this boy was behind me and tried groping my ass. My old friend saw this action and was furious that the next day the boy had a very bad bruise on his face – which he deserves. That was the second time I felt unsafe. And the third time was with Natasha when we first had sex, although it was a mix of pleasure considering that I wanted that to happen between us. Maybe sometimes I worry too much, or maybe I’m scared of something and I can’t figure out what that is.

“How’s it feel, Y/n?”

“Hm?” I turned my head, only to see Wanda sitting near me as we watched the other students graduating from afar.

“Graduating,” she points out, smiling at me. “I mean, you’re a college girl now! Aren’t you excited?”

“I guess I am,” I said. “But I’m a little nervous, I don’t know why. I can’t explain it.”

“Of course, you can,” Wanda replied, looking up at the skies as she let the sun radiate her face. She was beautiful, but she never caught my interest. “You just have to figure that out now.”

“What if I don’t figure it out?”

She shrugs, then takes her cap off. Saying with a louder voice, “You will, you just need to catch it.” Before I could say anything, she walked away with a whimsical smile on her face – as if she was not having a bad day, which is understandable. She was a mystery to me, a big ball of mystery that I can’t figure out.

I walked home alone that afternoon, only to see a few boxes outside my porch, leaving me curious. Are they going on another business trip again? I thought cluelessly and went inside the house. Everything looked the same, the couches were still there and the shoe rack was still filled up with shoes. Only this time, I see a note on a counter in the kitchen area. I picked it up, wishing that I had never read it.

Get out of the house, you’re free. We don’t really care much if you will be contacting us, but you’re free. Your stuff is outside, including your cassette recorder that we spent on your birthday – too expensive anyway, have fun with your life.

There was no “Love, Mom” or “Love, Dad”, it was just a note that simply said they no longer wanted me in their home anymore. Are they disowning me? What have I done to make them feel like this? Assumptions and thoughts filled up in my head, and I realized that I was having a mere panic attack. I wanted to call Natasha, I wanted her to save me from this madness. But wouldn’t that be rude? Wouldn’t I be the one causing trouble? What if my parents were joking? What if they were pulling a prank like they always did?

Except that, when I checked the boxes, they were filled with all of my clothes and cassette tapes that I’ve recorded last year. Now, I am having a panic attack – and I don’t know how to stop it.

I called Natasha and hoped that she wouldn’t pick up too soon, but she did with a skippy voice.

“Congratulations, my love! I’m so proud of you, I’m actually wondering if–”

“Tasha,” I whispered out her name with a crack in my voice, trying to handle my distress. “I-I think I need you to pick me up.”

“Baby? What’s wrong?” she asked with a worried voice, which turns my stomach into knots – not knowing if it was good or bad. “Shh, baby… tell me what’s wrong. Do you want me to pick you up now?”

“I think now is very much needed.”

“Okay, I will. What happened, little girl? Who hurt you?”

“I think my parents just disowned me,” I sobbed through the speaker, clenching my shirt near my chest. “I-I don’t know what to do, all my stuff is here and I can’t breathe… I don’t–”

“Say less, I’m on my way. Just stay there, okay sweetheart? I’m coming to get you.”

Not even ten minutes later she was at the front porch, marching towards me as she picks me up with a warm tight hug, almost as if a bear is hugging my lifeless body. I felt weak, uneasy, and most of all – unsafe. But when she hugged me (like the first time that she ever did) I felt utterly safe again, and I knew no one was going to harm me. Not even her.

“It’s okay,” she coos, kissing the temple on my face. “I’m right here, little one. Tasha is here.”

Tasha, Tasha, Tasha…

She took me to her home the minute she came to me. At first, I hesitated. But she was the one who was offering and seemed like she was a little more desperate than she ever was. So I came back to her house and noticed a few changes. The pictures on her walls – that looked like a painting – were gone, as well as the white vase that was on top of a circular table that is only meant to be a display for the vase. I sat comfortably on her couch, letting the silence consume me while she helped out bringing the boxes inside her home.

“Do you want separate rooms for now?” she asked, looking down at me with sweat on her forehead. I wanted to say no and tell her that I wanted to stay in the same room with her, but I felt like that was a little too soon. We aren’t even officially dating, so I kept that distant thought in my head.

“If you want to.”

“Sweetheart,” she sighs and kneels in front of me as she places her hands on my knee, squeezing it gently. “It’s only a yes or a no. I wouldn’t mind us sleeping together, I mean… we’ve gone pretty intimate haven’t we?”

I blushed at the fact that she mentioned that and tried prying my face away but her other hand cupped my jaw and she leans close and kissed me on the lips. It was a brief kiss, and I wished she kissed me longer than that.

“Maybe stay in the guest room for the night? And you can decide whether you want to sleep in the same room as me or not,” she said, standing up with a groan. “Come on, baby girl. I’ll show you to your room.”

The guest room was far from the guest room. Everything looked too bright and happy, which I needed today. There was a big giant brown teddy bear in the corner and on the bed, a gray blanket was folded on top of the pillows. Natasha gave me an awkward smile and closed the door behind us, the atmosphere thickening.

“There’s a bear.” I said, pointing at it with my index finger; she simply nodded, knowing that there was in fact – a bear right in front of us.

“It could be yours.”

“R-Really?” I turned around, my eyes sparkling when she said that. Ever since I was just a little girl, teddy bears were my favorite things in the world. Without one, I’d be miserable like a dying cat. I remember my “mother” giving me a white teddy bear for Christmas that I no longer have, and I still miss it to this day. I wondered where that went, my silly little teddy bear.

“Yeah,” she responded with a sigh, her hands tucked into the pockets of her sweatpants. She leaned closer and whispered, “I could be your teddy bear instead, you know I like cuddling with my little girl.”

“I’m always goin’ to be your little girl,” I whispered back, kissing her lips with my shy mouth. She smiles on my lips and kisses me back, but with tongue. I didn’t mind, I like the way she kisses me most of the time. They’re hot and sensual, like when you watch movies and think about the person who you want to hold hands with. It’s that kind of kiss that would slip away and you have to catch it or else it’ll go away – that’s how I feel each time we kiss.

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on,” she sighs into my mouth, slowly bringing her hands down to my waist. Touching me with her hot breath against my chin. “I’ll make dinner for us both, okay? You just sit here and wait for me, maybe rest if you want.”

“Alright,” I nodded, smiling. “Call me when dinner’s ready.”

“I will, little angel.”

I was woken up by her hand touching my ankle, her lips close to my thigh. I blinked twice, before realizing that she was having a moment with my slumbered self. I wanted to say I was awake, but she seemed so… focused with my leg in front of her darker shade of green eyes. She kissed my ankle again and touched my inner thigh, mumbling: “What I could do to you” on my skin, which made me shiver in an uncomfortable matter with a mix of arousal in between.

“I love you,” she whispers with a mumble once again and gives an open mouth kiss on my inner thigh. “I love you, I love you, I love you…”

“Tasha…”

“You’re awake?” she asked with her face flushed, knowing that I’d noticed her kissing my ankle and my thigh. She quickly envelopes me with her hug and kisses the side of my face, tucking her head into my neck. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I just couldn’t help myself, that’s all…”

“Do you do that often with other women?” I asked, receiving a shake of her head.

“No, only you.”

“I must be special then,” am I special to you? “How long have you been doing that?”

“Not long ago,” she whispers, cuddling me close with her muscular arms that wrapped around me like a teddy bear. Except that, the teddy bear was hugging me instead of me hugging the teddy bear. “I’ve made pasta for us both, it’s with tomatoes. Do you like tomatoes?”

“I love tomatoes.”

“Good,” she said, smiling at me. She closed the distance between our lips and kissed each other, like two hungry teenagers. How ironic. Her hands were cupping my jaw now as she deepened her tongue inside of my mouth, feeling the tip of her tongue on the roof of my mouth. We never kissed like this, but this felt more sensual and meaningful – I could barely take it all in, everything was pouring down on the table too much. “I love you so much, I’m so glad you’re with me right now.”

“I’m glad too, Tasha–”

Riiiiinnnnng!

The sound of a doorbell came rushing from the house, and Natasha bolted up to see who it was. As I imagined her with a nonchalant face, she turned to me with a look that I could not identify what face she was giving me. Was it my parents? Who was at her door? Immediately, she went out and walked downstairs, making me follow her as well.

The door opened, and I was greeted by a woman standing with a tired face. She looked like she had come home from a bad trip at work, so I offered her a smile – which she didn’t give back.

“M-Maria?” Natasha was in shock, almost as if her face fell. I wondered why she was so shocked, maybe because she hasn’t seen her friend in such a long time that–

“Natasha,” the woman, Maria, replies with a mock of her tone. Except that, her voice was a lot meaner than hers. She crosses her arms and makes a tsk sound. “You never learn, do you?”

“What’s going on?” I asked quietly. Natasha turned to look at me and ushered me to go behind her, which I did. I mean, I do follow orders from people, even from her. When the tension gets hotter and weirder, the woman said: “Young lady, this is my wife. And she hasn’t gone home for a year.”

I knew my heart had shattered the minute she said this unnecessary information that I didn’t need to know, but yet – I still had to find out in a time like this where I needed Natasha. I could imagine Natasha’s face falling, and watched as her back slumped like a defeated person.

“I don’t understand–”

“She’s my wife,” she seethes, eyeing me with a disgusting look. “And she hasn’t come back home where she belongs.”

At that moment, I had two choices. One was to leave her and never come back or to stay and figure this all out. How could I be this stupid and innocent at the same time? Why did I not see the signs of her being married? At this point, I felt like a homewrecker; knowing that I was one already. I watch as Natasha turns to look at me and furiously shakes her head.

“I’m sorry," she lets out a sob that makes my heart break even more, as she tries to reach for my hands. "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry..."

That was the weakest apology I’ve ever heard from a grown up.

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[little-reader]

“The Son of A Monster” Ch. 2

Masterlist

Carl grimes x Male!Reader

Warnings; Death, blood, Slow-burn Sexual tension, Gay awakening (For both), Cursing, Negan is Readers dad, Enemies to lovers story. Fighting. Zombie apocalypse

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The people talked. They looked, and glared, but didn’t have the guts to say it to your face. And since you were there to watch Carl, you lived with rick. On the couch, that's the place you said you would sleep. He gave you a blanket and a pillow that night, not speaking at all.

You sighed and laid back on the pillow that was stiff and uncomfortable. You shifted. You shifted and shifted, and shifted before sighing and stung up, throwing your legs off of the couch and over. You took your shirt off and stood, cracking your neck. This is how you slept most of the time.

You walked on the porch, around this time it was cold outside, leaving your skin a breeze of chills. Sitting on the porch steps, you picked up your boot and reached inside, grabbing the pack of cigarettes. You grabbed the lighter from the other and lit the cigarette. You breathed in and closed your eyes, dropping your head and breathing out.

You hummed, looking at the sky. You sing a nursery rhyme your mother used to sing to you. She always told it to you, to get you to sleep, your panic attacks, anxiety, little things like that. Or she just sang it because she liked it... “There once was an ugly duckling…” You whispered. “With feathers so stubby and brown.” You smiled and sighed. Deciding not to finish the old song. You got up, walking barefoot around the neighborhood.

(Next)

That morning Simon picked you up to go to the hilltop. He was running the shots there now, and you were the picker. That means, you decided, not Simon. He ran the people, you ran him.  You walked into the old museum and got introduced to Gregory. Your people started to spread around, as Simon put his hands on his hips.

“Hello!” Gregory said. Nodding

“Hello, your Gregory.” He stated, looking at the man.

“Guity as charged.” He said, walking to the center of the room. “Welcome to hilltop Colony.”

You huffed, looking at the place and the decorations. “Thank you,” Simon said, going up the stairs halfway and looking around. “You, uh, make yourself at home,” Gregory said.

“This isn’t a social call.” He said, coming back down the stairs. Gregory stuttered, denying what Simon said. “We need to talk.” He said with a smile. “And it's getting a little claustrophobic in here, right?” Gregory awkwardly nodded. “Let's talk in your study, I want to see that painting.” He said, looking upstairs. “Can’t remember who told me about it, but I’m pretty sure it doesn’t matter much anymore. Don’t know if you heard what happened.” He said

“W- What happened?” You rolled your eyes, waiting patiently for him to hurry with his conversation.

“Well, those people you used to deal with. Our brothers and sisters in arms and operation, well, they’ve been removed from the field of play.” Simon said, looking around. You watched Gregory pet his white beard and look confused. Now if that wasn’t sketchy. He knew something. Your head tilted as you thought. 

They both continued to talk in the study, you following behind him and the men outside the room.

You sat in the chair as Simon went about the painting and Gregory kissing his ass like it was black Friday.

You waited, as he kept talking, then stopped. “Simon, get to the point. I'm not in the mood for you blathering.” You said. Stabbing your knife on the table. “And get your feet out of my face.”

Gregory looked at you in school. “That’s a little rude for a kid.” He said, making you smile. 

Simon leaned forward, moving his feet and going over to you. “Ah, you have introduced ourselves to Y/n. He’s my boss. Or well, the head boss’s, Negan's kid.” He said, watching Gregory's face drop. “He’s your Negan for now, and I’m also Negan when he’s not here.”

You stood, “Get finished here, I’m taking dan’s bike.”

“Ah, dan bike is down, we have enough room in the Negan truck, but you’ll have to ride back with us.” You huffed and left, a few men trailing behind you as they carried things around. You walked around the walls, feeling the bark and wood on your fingertips. You leaned down, watching the wind blow slightly on the flowers. You picked the purple flower from the ground and shoved it in your pocket, leaving for the truck as they called for you.

You started driving, only to get stuck all night on the road because of a walker. You snuck to the back of the truck in the middle of the night, just to sleep and pick through the boxes for something to eat. You awoke with the sound of people whispering and the truck moving. You rubbed your eyes before squinting. “Hey-” Your mouth was instantly covered by a hand, you pushed the man away, looking Carl in the eyes… eye. 

“Hush!” 

“Shut up!” Carl said, pointing a knife at you. You yelled in the other man's hand, shoving him off of you before grabbing your knife and trying to grab him, he turned and threw you off your feet and onto the outside ground. “Fuck!” You yelled as you watched the truck speed away.

You were fucked. You checked the trucks around the place you were dropped, one you found that worked, but barely. You made it halfway before it broke down and ran the rest of the way. By the time you got there, there were men on the floor being cleaned up, and your father “Delt” With it, bullshit. 

You walked the stairs until you reached, what others called, the “Whore house”. You pushed open the door and stepped inside before looking around. “You bitch.” You said, pointing at him before stalking over to him, grabbing his collar, and ignoring your dad. 

“Now, now! He is a Guest!” He said, Looking at you strangely. 

“He kicked me out of your fuckin’ truck.” You said, wiping the dirt off your shirt, which was in fact ripped into shreds. “Look at this shit.” You mumbled, taking it off and throwing it at your dad.

“Go to the infirmary, get those looked at.” He said, looking over the room. “And take Iris with you.” Iris, a girl your age, was something Negan set up for you. She was your wife, and your dad insisted more but you refused, most of the girls here were either much younger or much older. Plus they weren’t your type. 

“C’mon babe,” you said, heading out the door with her following closely. She hung on your arm loosely as you passed by other saviors bowing their heads at you. Like the others, she wore a black dress to show off her body, and ballet flats along with see-through stockings with small pink flowers sown into them. 

You knocked on the doctor's door, coming in without a second thought. “Hey doc, I need you to check on a few of these cuts, Do you mind.” You didn’t need to ask, all you had to do was sit and wait. You looked over to Iris who was patiently waiting for you to finish and sat on the bench nearest to you. “I want you to come with me, there are nice people there, plus new friends.” You spoke up, looking her in the eye and she looked up hesitantly. “You can bring your things too, I might know someone you can stay with. Plus, you cont have to dress like that all the time. Jeans, t-shirts, button-ups, things like that.

She only nodded, looking at the doctor before looking down. You sighed as the doctor finished and sent you on your way. Well, your way down to the “Hell Fire”. It's a nickname you and a few others use. A man was strapped to the chair, you knew him, though you didn't care. Iris looks into your chest as your dad put the iron to the man's face. You rubbed her shoulders as you stared, not at the man or negan, but at carl. The grimace and slight anger in his features. 

The man passed out in his chair as your dad laughed and mocked him. “Go get your things ready, there's a suitcase in my closet,” you said, she nodded and left. You walked over to Negan as he talked to Carl and a few of the men. “What are you gonna do with him?” You asked, interrupting his conversation. 

“Well, I'm gonna take him home.” He said. “And you, plus, he’s your responsibility.” You looked at carl and then Negan. 

“That’s bullshit.” You muttered and started to leave. Your father grabbed your sleeve. 

“You don’t talk to me like that boy.” He said, shoving up back. You glared at him and left out to the trucks and helped started them while getting your motorcycle. 

“Hey pal, your Wifey's coming.” Said one of the men. She came with two suitcases and a backpack. 

“Hey,” You said, lifting the two cases into the trucks and sliding them back. “Your riding with me, I don’t exactly trust those men.” You said. “Nor my father.” 

“Okay.” She simply stated. You helped her onto the bike and placed the helmet on her head and turned the engine on, driving out into the roads.

Chapter 3

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Nothing You Could Do

Sirius isn't one to sneak out of the house, he isn't. Remus' letter was just so concerning, he didn't have a choice. Besides, it's not like he's going to get caught...

“Just fuck off!” Remus slams the door shut on his father, pressing his back against it and trying to slow his heart a little. He does his best to block out the sound of Lyall shouting about him being disrespectful, or something, and drops onto his bed. “Christ.” Sighing, he presses his hands against his face. 

He’s not exactly having the best day. 

For most of the summer, Remus has managed to avoid any major incidents with his dad. Anything too big stresses out Hope, and he really hates stressing out Hope. Still, it’s about time, and Remus had felt it coming before today. He’d said exactly that to Sirius, in his last letter. It doesn’t mean he’s thrilled about getting screamed at for no reason after spending weeks walking on eggshells, though. The moon being close isn’t exactly helping, either. His head aches, his skin’s crawling and his hip’s bothering him again. 

It isn’t often that Remus wants to live in London, but times like this? Yeah, he’d rather be close to Sirius. 

It’s been three bloody weeks. They’ve been sending letters back and forth, and it’s been fine, but he’s not going to hear from him for at least another few hours, and that’s only if Sirius writes back straight away. Remus’ least favourite part of the holidays is that, really. He can put up with his dad, it’s not that bad, but he and Sirius have just figured everything out. Maybe it’s a little dramatic of him, but he misses him. A lot. 

A panic attack snaps him out of his self pity, distracting him by stealing his breath, shoulders tensing and hands shaking as his anxiety sends him pacing around the room. Great. Just fucking great. 

Okay, relax. 

Just relax. 

Fucking relax! 

Why should his dad’s opinion matter, anyway? It’s not like- 

A thud outside his window. 

Remus jumps a mile, heart pounding. The bits and pieces from the night he was bitten come screaming back to him at the sound. Another thud distorts to a scrape, a gust of wind becomes a low, menacing laugh, and Remus feels like he’s five again, begging his dad to check the wardrobe for monsters, insisting that there’s a pair of glowing yellow eyes in the darkness waiting for Lyall to shut the door and for Remus to be all alone. 

“Moony? Moony!” A familiar voice half whispers, half shouts through the crack in the window, and everything in Remus starts to relax, to finally feel like there’s someone there for him, that he’s not alone anymore. 

“Sirius?” With that, Remus starts to breathe again. 

“Can you open the window? I don’t reckon I can fit through there.” Miraculously, a laugh finds its way out of Remus, who walks quickly and shoves the window the rest of the way open, grabbing his wand to throw a silencing charm over the room before reaching an arm out to pull his boyfriend inside. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” Remus asks quietly, a smile reaching his face at the sheer relief that’s letting him forget everything he had been feeling. 

“Your letter. I’m here to cheer you-” He starts, until Remus drags him through the window and pulls him into a bone breaking hug, forcing the air out of Sirius a little and cutting him off. “Up.” He ends softly, wrapping his arms around Remus and letting Remus bury his face into his hair. “Alright, darling?” He just shrugs, eyes shut as he lets himself recharge, breathing finally regulating as he lets Sirius hold him. Everything that has happened seems to become a lot less important when he knows Sirius is there. 

“Better now.” Eventually, he pulls away from the hug and smiles at Sirius warmly. Lifting his hands, he presses both against Sirius’ cheeks, cradling his face before pressing a kiss to his forehead, then his lips. “Missed you. So fucking much.” Sirius just smiles, face going slightly red. 

“Want to talk about it?” Remus shakes his head. He’s done enough thinking for the day, he just wants to enjoy having Sirius there. “Okay, yeah, that’s fine.” 

That’s how they find themselves curled up together in Remus’ small single bed, Remus resting his head against Sirius’ chest and just… talking. It feels like it’s been years, as all of Remus’ muscles relax and he finally starts to feel tired again, Sirius’ fingers raking through his hair and slowly sending him to sleep. 

“Could you- would it be alright if you stayed until I fall asleep?” He asks. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to, otherwise, sorry.” 

“Of course, darling. Anything. That’s why I’m here.” He doesn’t question how Sirius got there, or if he’s even allowed to be there, because it’s Sirius. He wanted to come, so he’s here. 

What a fucking marvel. 

Sirius apparates far enough away from the house to avoid waking anybody up, before walking calmly back. God knows Effie will murder him if he gets caught. As he walks, he contemplates whether or not to go through the ground floor window like he did to get out, or to just risk the door. He’s climbed through a lot of fucking windows this evening. Still, it’s worth it for Remus. The thought of his evening has him smiling in an instant, the memory of the way Remus’ face had lit up sending that familiar feeling of warmth through his chest, the one only Remus could stir up in him. Fuck, he loves him. He hasn’t said anything yet, but he really does. He can’t imagine sneaking away from Effie and Monty for anyone else, but Remus needed him. Remus and his life that’s slowly imploding. He needs someone, and Sirius can be that someone. If that involves staying with him until he falls asleep every night for the rest of his life, Sirius is going to do it. He’ll stay with Remus until the end of time. 

That’s the thought that leads him to the door. Clearly his body wasn’t going to let him crawl through any more windows. 

He opens the door carefully and quietly, stepping through and closing it behind him. 

Right, he’s inside, he’s done it- 

“You’re home late.” Effie’s voice rings out from behind him, Sirius whipping around to face her. He lets his eyes sink shut, then. 

Shit. 

“Effie, hi! I just, uh… went for a walk with James.” He answers quickly. Prongs will cover for him, he always does. Good old Prongs. 

“That’s interesting, because James said he had no clue where you were when I came and asked him.” Sirius glances to Effie’s left, then, where James has seemingly materialised out of thin air, who glances at him guiltily and mouths a quick ‘sorry’. 

“...right.” 

“So? Care to explain why you’ve snuck out of the house in the middle of a war?” Her voice goes low and menacing, honestly terrifying Sirius a little. She sounds absolutely fuming. 

“I, uh…” His eyes flick to James, giving him a slight warning gaze before he speaks. Effie doesn’t know yet. “I went to see Remus.” He watches the realisation dawn in James’ eyes, who turns to glance at Effie, before back to Sirius. 

‘Now?’ He mimes silently, and Sirius gives a slight nod. “Right, I’ll leave you two alone. Glad you’re alright, Sirius. Hope Remus is too.” 

With that, James walks out, and Sirius turns back to Effie before she can keep talking. 

“Could we maybe… go and sit down? I- I’m really sorry, I think I owe you an explanation, at least.” Effie nods, always fair, the two of them making their way to the dining room and sitting down either side of the table. Anxiety immediately weaves its way into Sirius, then. 

His relationship with Remus is the reason Walburga gave him the boot, and he hasn’t even started to broach the subject with Effie because, in all honesty, he’s terrified. It took him years to accept his sexuality, how is he supposed to expect others to just… not care? He can’t get kicked out of another house. Some logical part of his brain pipes up to tell him that Effie’s never shown any signs of being homophobic before, so she probably isn’t, but that doesn’t mean she won’t be uncomfortable with him being gay. People can be surprising, Sirius knows that all too well. Still, he’s committed to it now; he just needs to find the right words. 

“Well? I’d quite like to know why you thought it was okay to go out to see your friend at night, without telling any of us! What if something had happened, Sirius? Nobody would have known how to find you, where to start looking! It was completely irresponsible-!” 

“I know, I’m sorry.” He says quietly, eyes fixed on the table. “I just- his letter was really… worrying. He’s, uh, he’s not well, his mum’s really not well, and his dad’s not great, so I wanted to make sure he was okay.” Effie’s face softens, instilling Sirius with the slightest confidence, making what he needs to do ever so slightly easier. 

“That’s really nice of you, Sirius, but couldn’t it have waited? You could have just sent a letter back, and then visited him at a more appropriate time tomorrow? I would have said yes, then, and James could have gone with you. It would have been quite nice to have a chat with Hope as well.” 

“I- I guess I just- well, I wanted-” 

Words. 

They’re really not his thing, anymore. He can never find the right ones when he needs them. At least Effie picks up on his energy, face twisting with confusion and concern. 

“Sirius, lovely, are you alright?” Any normal person would nod, take a deep breath, and gather their thoughts before they came out in a collected and measured way. 

Sirius isn’t one of those people. 

His solution? Just keep talking, try to dig himself out of this weird hole he’s trapped himself in. 

“I’m- well, what I’m trying to say is that Remus and I, we- we have a different friendship to the rest of the group. We’ve been through a lot, and-” He cringes a little at himself, stopping in his tracks. This is supposed to be a coming out, and he’s banging on about friendship? “Not even really a friendship, actually.” Shit, he’s just made it worse. “No, wait, not that we hate each other! It’s not- I didn’t go there to make him feel like shit, or anything. Fuck, wait, I shouldn’t have sworn. Christ, I’m sorry, I did it again, uh… right, no, Remus and I don’t hate each other, I promise. We’re actually- it’s the opposite, really. We’re dating, so we-” 

Oh. 

Okay, he just said it. 

It’s out now, no taking it back. 

Somehow, that makes it slightly easier to think. To slow down and figure out how to finish his tangent in some semi-coherent way. 

“...Yeah.” He murmurs to himself. “We’re, um… we’ve been dating for months now. Six. I- I had a crush on him for so much longer than that, though. Longer than I thought I had, at the time. Which also, uh… means I like guys? I’m gay. It’s- well, it’s taken me a long time to accept, but I’m- I’m fine with it now, even if you and Monty aren’t happy about it. It’s who I am, so…” He trails off, watching Effie, who has a slightly stunned expression in place of the anger and concern that had been battling over her expressions before. The silence only gives Sirius a chance to start overthinking again. He barely manages to stop himself from talking again as Effie processes. He must be struggling to hide how he feels, as Effie snaps out of her daze, reaches across the table and grabs one of Sirius’ hands. 

“Thank you for telling me.” She says softly, giving his hand a squeeze. 

“So you- you don’t mind?” He asks, a little shocked. 

“Why would I mind? You’re happy, right?” She asks gently. Sirius just nods, and she smiles reassuringly. “If you’re happy, then of course I don’t mind. Remus is a lovely boy.” 

“Yeah, but- but he’s a boy, you really don’t-?” 

“Sirius. There’s nothing you could do that would stop me from loving you, okay?” Sirius feels tears prick at his eyes, blinking them away quickly. 

“...okay.” 

He’s safe. 

He’s home, and Effie doesn’t care that he’s got a boyfriend. 

“This doesn’t mean you’re not in trouble for sneaking out!” 

“Yeah, I know.” He says, fighting an amused smile, and trying to look at least slightly apologetic. 

It just doesn’t feel like a big deal anymore.

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Unravel Yourself Before Me ⛓️ Chapter 6 - The Exposé▸Shigaraki x femReader

Chapter Summary:

◤ “Are you serious? Me being scared shitless means I'm into him?”

“But it’s not only that and you know it!” Smacking your arm, their beautiful fucking eyes bore into yours, peering at your soul. Of course it’s not only that, but you don’t want to fucking admit you feel anything for this fucked-up asshole to anyone, let alone your own damn self. ◢ Setting: University AU - No quirks (unless degenerate personalities count) Tags: Slow burn, Eventual Smut, Unhealthy/Toxic Relationships, Humiliation, Mentally Ill Reader, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to ??? Warning: Dead Dove – Do Not Eat | Mind the tags TW: Implied Su/Self H, Dubcon, Reader has a super shitty past like actually, Shigaraki Tomura is his own warning.

AO3 Crosspost | Chain Divider by firefly-graphics

Chapters: One • Two • Three • Four • Five • Six • Seven

Chapter 6 - The Exposé

All the noise, the chatter, the people—they drowned out the silence, as you sat like a loser in the corner of the busy shop, waiting.

With your leg bouncing—one of your nervous tics—you cast an anxious look around you, unable to shake the feeling that everyone was watching you, even off campus.

You’re hiding behind the safety of your hood, blankly watching people chatting while you were waiting for Taylor to show.

“Girl, if we’re going to discuss this fucked-up shit again, I reaaally need something to sweeten it up.” is what they told you over the phone after your little mental breakdown in the hallway, so they picked their favorite—and unfortunately really fucking popular—bubble tea store in the area for the both of you to have a talk in.

You’re torn between periodically checking your watch, your phone or your surroundings, visibly on edge as you alternate doing so. Conjuring whatever your therapist—or reddit post—told you to do when you’re having a huge panic attack and you’re not home. You began to take deep breaths.

You focus on your surroundings, the different smells, the people. The wallpaper that’s slightly torn in the corner where you’re sitting. You look around, you try your goddamn best and unsurprisingly—it doesn’t fucking work. It doesn’t, because save for your 3 different types of anxiety medication that you take every day, nothing fucking works. It doesn’t, because you stopped taking heavy medication after you figured the worst of everything had passed, after life finally became somewhat stable and bearable. Instead, you ride the nauseating wave and wait as patiently as you can.

Shigaraki managed to do a number on you today, because you took off as soon as he left. You seriously didn’t have the stomach to bump into more horny, borderline assailant creepy losers anymore.

It was more than enough that your phone was blowing up with an incredibly stupid amount of assholes, messaging you—harassing you—at regular intervals, and sending a lot more dick pics than you’ve ever seen in your lifetime, all combined in the span of a single fucking day. It made you want to turn it off, but unfortunately it was also the only way to contact Taylor outside the comfort of your PC, so you mute it, turn off the notifications suck it the fuck up until you got home today.

You leaving college early didn’t mean Taylor was done with their own classes. They were eager to skip and hurry to your aid, but you managed to convince them to stay by compromising, hence your sitting down in an overrated boba store right in the middle of a crisis.

With a sigh, you sip on your plain black coffee, scrolling through Twitter and passing as much time as you can before you have to even think about dealing with him.

Luckily, it didn’t take more than an hour, and the movement you see from the corner of your eye is a familiar one. Taylor was dressed up in a slutty black mesh crop top and a high waisted pair of black leggings. A few flashy accessories and a pair of sunglasses sitting snug on top of their head were complementing the skimpy club outfit nicely.

“You do realize winter starts in like a month, slut?” a knowing smile played on your lips, pure relief coating your gaze at the sight of them before you. You’re not alone.

Not this time.

“Yeah? Well, how about you shut the fuck up. It’s like fucking winter all year round for you, bitch.” they smile back at you warmly. “Are you okay, babe?” Taylor asks you, their expression slipping into a concerned one.

“Yeah, I’ll manage. Do you want to go order now, or?”

“It’s okay, I can always steal from yours.” they wink and yoink your drink before your very eyes—a crime about to unfold in front of you.

“Wait, dude it’s—”

“Eeewwwww! Fuck off with this shit!” Your friend basically threw the drink back at you, splashing some on the table and immediately getting up to order. Your dumb ‘told ya so’ face irritating the fuck outta them too.

“If you would’ve asked me, I could have told you what it was.” you shrug, sighing and your voice taking on a cheerful lilt as you spoke in a condescending tone. They threw you a middle finger, mouthed a ‘fuck yourself’ and made their way to the counter to order.

“And we don’t know what he’s talking about? Like at all?” Taylor sipped on their caramel milk white tea diabetes, and asked you.

“Nooo fucking clue. He kept talking like a goddamn psychopath about this ‘pReSeNT’—” you do air quotes, mocking his stupid fucking voice while you spoke about him, “—he’s got for me. Where or what it is, I wouldn’t know. I’m half expecting to find a dead body in front of my apartment today, if I’m honest.” you deadpan.

“Hmm…I guess we’ll have to wait and find out? It sucks, but there’s not much we can do about it except to wait for now.” your friend eyes you curiously and seems to weigh something in their mind.

You roll your eyes, because you’ve already picked up on it. “Shoot. You’re not done.”

As if possessed, Taylor immediately lights up and blurts a series of incredibly inadequate questions.

“What did he smell like? People say he looks like he’s never washed his shit, but his clothes looked clean to me, maybe a little bit worn out?” your friend stares off in the distance, pondering. “What does it feel like when he looks at you up close? I mean, I know he was fucking with you, but there’s nooo way he’s not interested in you. I’ve never heard of him really interacting with people that intimately,” Taylor giggles, “—pinning them to the walllll two freaking times?!” they go on, as if Shigaraki was truly a hopeless romantic and not a rich psychopath who gets off on making girls cry. If your friend notices the blatant shock in your face, they don’t mention it, and instead continue their barrage of inappropriate questions.

“So, this is my theory, okaaay? I think he kind of likes you? I mean he’s beaten the shit out of girls before for less than the shit you did, from what I’ve heard about him. He’s definitely cutting you slack. Oh yeah, how come you didn’t pepper spray his ass? You usually don’t hesitate.” Taylor asks you genuinely. “Bet that would’ve been funny.” A snicker escaped them as they couldn't help but imagine. “Gasp! Do you think he’d screech?!”

“I fucking can’t with you.” shaking your head, you looked out of the window.

“Well?” they cast a hopeful glance in your direction, waiting for you to respond.

A frustrated exhale escapes your lips. “Fuck. You’re lucky I’m short on friends.” you say, as if you had any friends, shooting your friend a playful, irritated glance and making them wiggle their perfectly-shaped eyebrows at you. “Can we seriously not humanize him right now? He’s just a psycho.”

“A psycho you’re intoooo.” they don’t fail to add, batting their long fake eyelashes innocently. You couldn’t believe your ears. “C’mooon, all these years I’ve known you and this guy is the first one who’s doing a number on you! Don’t even try to pretend with me, girl.” Taylor rolls their eyes.

“Are you serious? Me being scared shitless means I'm into him?”

“But it’s not only that and you know it!” Smacking your arm, their beautiful fucking eyes bore into yours, peering at your soul. Of course it’s not only that, but you don’t want to fucking admit you feel anything for this fucked-up asshole to anyone, let alone your own damn self.

“He smelled fine. Like detergent, cigs and uh…cologne, maybe?” You leave out the part where you don’t think you’ve smelled any sort of perfume on him before today. Maybe you were actually just delusional. Your friend’s eyes widen.

“When he looks at me it feels… Intense. Like I can’t lie or hide, which is new because that’s all I know to do. But it’s like he knows everything about you and expects you to disappoint him in some way. It’s really weird, no one ever looks at me or cares if I exist—not like this.”

Because I definitely made sure of that, you think.

Taylor nods excitedly, waiting for you to go on. It’s like they completely forgot the entire reason you’re here right now, but you brush it off, because their behavior is nothing new to you. You’ve known them long enough to realize that under their perfect appearance they still have flaws, and frankly it didn’t bother you. If anything it was kind of funny how they found humor in the face of the shittiest situations and if it wasn’t you that was in the middle of it, you’d probably laugh at it too.

Misery loves company.

“Uhhh, I couldn’t think much when he did that shit, so I didn’t pay close attention, but he looks tired, I think? Ragged. Worn out like his stupid clothes. He’s kinda like that on the inside and out.” you stare through your friend.

“I honestly don’t know why I didn’t pepper spray him. It felt wrong, even when I had the chance. Maybe I was afraid that whatever dumb shit he pulled, he’d double down if I include physical offense to the list of bullshit he holds up against me. I’m sure I’ll regret hesitating once I finally find out what the fuck he’s done, but in the moment I was frozen.” you sigh, “I don’t like being weak. I thought I got over most of my mommy and daddy issues, but it only took a bigger asshole to bring it out of me again, man...” you hit your fist against the table. Your frustration clouding your vision once again.

You should’ve beaten his ass even if it meant he’d be beating yours in return, fuck this complacent shit.

You hated being weak.

You thought you got better at this.

“Honey, no. No, no, no. You’re not weak.” they take your hands in theirs and their soft voice melts your heart. The touch is gentle. “You’re like, the strongest bitch I know.”

“Shut up.” you look away, frowning.

“I’m serious. We'll figure this whole thing out, okay? Sorry for being nosey, that was really fucked of me.” they grip your arm and squeeze it softly, expression full of understanding.

“It’s fine. That’s not the issue, I’m just really tired of this shit.” It wasn’t fine, but you know they meant well. Your thoughts were running at a hundred miles per hour now, the exhaustion catching up with your foggy brain.

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You unlock the door to your apartment and look around to see if anything’s out of place. Maybe for a dead body that wasn’t so out of the question anymore. You double and triple check, going into every room two or three times. Everything’s where it’s supposed to be and no one seems to have broken into your apartment yet.

If you somehow went back to the version you were this morning, you’d find the way you act right now kind of silly.

You were not, though, not anymore, and you knew better now.

After a well deserved warm shower, you sit down on your cheap thirty dollar IKEA chair and boot your PC up. For the next few hours, you decide gaming is your best coping mechanism for stress, because you didn’t know when the other shoe was going to drop—the thought of it killing you.

You only managed to play for a couple of hours, really, before your phone went off and you saw your friend call you.

“Yeah? I literally saw you like five minutes ago, did you miss me that much?” you joke but it falls super flat and you hear Taylor exhale shakily.

“Y/n?”

“What? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” you ask quickly, your voice turning into one of worry.

Did he do something to them?

“Y/n, hey. Umm. C-Can you check your.. Sorry, it’s really hard to speak right now—” they choke up.

“That’s okay, t-take your time. I’m here. I’m listening.” you frown at your white wall.

Something was very wrong.

“Okay.” they take a deep breath. “Do you remember that social media platform for uni students in our city? The really popular one. T-The one where I hooked up with that one guy who asked me to peg him in the first five minutes of our date?” Taylor sniffled, “You didn’t want to make an account because it was ‘a waste of time’, r-remember?”

“Yeah? Taylor, what's happening? Get to the point, please.”

“W-Well, I’ll send you my login and you c-can check it yourself, hold on.” you hear their fake nails tapping in quick succession on what you assumed was their phone.

“Can you tell me alread—”

“Hold on, you have to see this, I-I really can’t.” they sniffled again and you furrowed your brow even more.

You were waiting, leg once again bouncing anxiously, until your phone finally pinged. You put your friend on speaker, while you quickly type in the address and the login on your pc.

“So what am I supposed to see?”

“Scroll down, you’ll find it. I’m so, so fucking sorry, Y/n. We’ll go to the dean’s office, or the police…we’ll, FUCK, we’ll get this sorted, okay?” your friend tries to reassure you, but they sounded like they needed it more right now.

Still having no clue what you’re supposed to find, you scroll for a while, listening to Taylor mumble some more. It was random post after post of random frat guys they followed, Taylor’s exes, friends, etcetera. “I still don’t—”

Until you see it.

Suddenly, dread filled your lungs.

[ Hiiii everyone!!! I’m Y/N L/N! The hot emo chick in your comp-sci class at Weston NexTech! ]

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Swallowing emptily, you clicked on the first attachment.

What greeted you was your barely legal self staring back at you. An almost nude mirror selfie, arm hooking under one of the legs, hanging them in the air while you used your other hand to teasingly raise the strap of your thong for the viewer—your ‘boyfriend’ at the time, to see.

Immediately, you understand exactly what this was.

Revenge porn.

[ Bet that got your attention, hehe! I’m writing because I’m suuuper fucking bored and I was hoping that you guys could cheer me up ;) ]

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“Babe? Y-You okay?”

“Hang on.” you answer snappily.

In the second image, your bare ass was on display, bent over the bed and looking back at the camera. It makes your stomach twist. You remember these pictures.

[ I’m new at this, however I loooooooooove attention and I bet there’s a lot of you guys who are just as lonely as I am!

I’m shy as fuck but I know what I want—to take loads of YOUR massive delicious cocks before I graduate, so this little miss honor student is going to cut you a deal, okay? :o ]

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You thought that maybe Taylor hung up on you, but you figured you just stopped being able to hear anything at some point during the call.

Your heart was pounding wildly now. Glancing at the engagement, you noticed there were about two thousand fucking people who liked this post. Two whole fucking thousands and the thread didn’t even end there.

[ It’s unconventional but u’ll find my email address and my phone number at the end of the thread! Make sure you watch the video I attached! I put soooo much effort in it and I made it just for you guys.

I’ll be teasing you with the rest of the clips every Tuesday at 11 PM! :3] Suddenly, a lot of today’s events made sense to you. The phone calls, the spam emails, the people looking at you funny and the jocks almost sexually assaulting you in the hallway.

[Pleaseee, please, please shoot me a message or talk to me IRL, I’d like to get to know - wink wink - as many of you hotties as I can <3

Keep in mind that I’m really shy, so don’t take me saying no for an answer, I like really rough roleplay, iykwim?

Till next Tuesday, thank you for all the likes!]

*Play Video When the first few frames start rolling, you immediately tell what the video is going to be about.

It’s been years, a different time of your life that you’d like so, so badly to just fucking erase from your brain. You were high out of your mind and you happened to let your asshole boyfriend—more like the dealer you used to fuck on multiple occassions—take incredibly compromising pictures of your body, and true to the nature of the creep, he also made videos of you having sex with him. You were younger, really fucking stupid, always under the influcence, constantly daring life over and over to end your misery. It meant you didn’t give a fuck about some insignificant pictures and it meant that, if anything, you used to like the attention from him. From anyone.

That all changed when you started cleaning up your act. You made him delete all of them, you really did, but the fucker must have had backups, something that did cross your mind at the time, but you thought—hoped, that he at least wouldn’t share them with anyone. He was a coward and a criminal, one that you had a lot of dirt on in case he decided to fuck you over. It should’ve been fine, you should’ve been safe.

Unless someone like Shigaraki managed to get a hold of him, threatening or paying him off to get what he wanted.

You haven’t gotten the slightest clue as to how he put two and two together to find your ex, you had almost completely changed your identity since, but that must not matter for someone of Shigaraki’s caliber, because you’re now staring at the evidence that more than half of your university has access to.

It wasn’t your regular homemade porn video, but one of the more disturbing ones you’ve made. One that you’ve tried, and succeeded for the most part, to forget about. Until now.

Hearing sobs in the background, you realize you are tuned back to the present and can finally hear again. What surprised you was that…it wasn’t you who was sobbing.

“Taylor?” you ask in a monotone voice, a quiet tear escaping you.

“Y/n? I’m so sorry, I’m really sorry.”

You don’t know how to comfort them. You don’t even know how to comfort yourself.

“It’s not the full video, he’s splitting it in parts. He’s planning to fuck with me and post them the day before class every week, to gauge my reaction like an actual psychopath.”

“I’m so sorry.. We can—we.. we can go to the dean and—”

“No.” you quickly interrupt. It felt like your friend was crying for you too, because all you could feel was numbness. Too numb to feel sorry for yourself right now. “I’m not sure they’ll believe me, plus his dad is a big shot. I’ll try but let’s not get our hopes up.” you say, detached.

“Y/n, please, we can—we can go to the police!”

“It’s fine, I’m hanging up now. I’m—I’m going to call him.” you shudder.

“What? No, don’t! We need the police, please, please, let’s go to the police!”

“You know I can’t do that, Tay. I’ll talk to you later. It’ll be fine.” you lie and hang up.

Your hands were shaking as you were staring at the ‘Call’ button.

Unsure if he was going to pick up at all, you take a deep breath and press it.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

“Yea?” a raspy voice replies, seemingly distracted, and you hear the sounds of a mechanical keyboard.

“It’s Y/n.”

For a moment, there was only silence.

Then, you hear a strange sound. It takes you a good second to realize he was fucking giggling.

“Uh-huuuuh. What do you want? I’m busy.” he says while his fingers are audibly mashing the keyboard.

You take a deep breath. “Take it down, Shigaraki.” you demand, knowing full well your plea will fall on deaf ears.

“Take what down?” he smiles and you could fucking hear it.

“You know. Don’t play dumb with me. Take. It. Down.”

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about, you’ll have to be more specific.” he says innocently, feigning ignorance.

“What do you want, huh?” you begin, quickly losing your patience, “Do you want me to blow you? Sleep with you? What do you want from me?”

“Whoaaaa, chilllll. Do I look like some desperate loser to you?” he says it, like he doesn’t know. “Only idiots fuck ugly bimbos like you, be for real. Do I look like an idiot to—Fuck! They’re on B, planting! Fucking TP there, stop wasting time.” There’s a moment of silence. “Do you want to win or what? Fucking listen to me, then. Fuck.” he barks angrily at whoever he’s talking to.

It takes you a second but it finally clicks to you. Shigaraki was currently gaming, playing with his friends, relaxing, while you felt your life falling apart for the 1000th time this month.

“Okay.” you finally say.

“Okay? Okay, what?” he scoffs. “You know, you should try a little harder, Y/n. I told you what to do, if you want me to help you.” Shigaraki pauses, focusing on his game for a moment. “Maybe you do enjoy this kind of thing, after all. I wouldn’t really put it past you. When I saw those vids, boy, I gotta admit, I didn’t think you were the type.”

“First of all, it’s none of your fucking business what I do in my free time. Second of all, do you even know how old I was back then? What I went through, for you to go on and post those online for everyone to see?” You know he didn’t give two fucks, you do, however that does little to stop you from falling apart in front of him. “Like, how low can you really stoop?”

Last time you snapped at him proved not to be a good idea, but this was your final straw.

“Damn, don't get so emotional, man. Not my problem you let your shitty boyfriends take advantage of you like that—Fuck, shut up, not talking you man. I’m in a call, fucking—focus on the game!” he continues, “Listen, do you have anything else to say besides bitching at me? Last I recall, I gave you two options and so far you ignored both of them. Why should I do anything for you, hm?”

It felt difficult to listen to a human being being so cruel, so uncaring and find your problems to be so trivial. It’s not the first time, but he’s probably amongst the worst you’ve encountered in your little fucked up life.

“I’m sorry.” you say honestly, breaking that apology record after all.

“Hm? Come again? Didn't hear ya.” he smiles expectantly. At last, the breaking point. Tomura hoped that ideally, it would be in class, with you kneeling before him in front of everyone else when it happened, but this was okay too.

“I’m fucking sorry, okay?”

The weight of today came crashing all at once and you finally broke down crying—in front of the fucking devil himself of all people—and you hear him say ‘BRB’ to what you assumed were his friends. After some shuffling, the line became silent again, save for your sobs.

“I’m sorry for being a bitch to you in the convenience store, I’m sorry for talking to you in class and I’m sorry for being stupid and getting you in trouble with the professor. I’m really fucking sorry, I didn’t know any better, but now I do and I wish I’d never talked to you. I was really stupid. Really, really stupid to cross you. Can you please, please take the thread down? I’ll make sure I’ve learned my place.”

Instead of feeling ecstatic now that he had you where he wanted you to be, begging him and treating him like a god, Tomura felt something unexpected twisting within him while hearing the desperation in your voice.

Anger.

You wished you’d never talked to him? Shouldn’t you have wished to be nicer, for him to forgive you, for him to like you? What kind of apology was this? Why were you so fucking clueless?

“That all?” he replies to you, voice sounding indifferent.

“What?” you whisper.

“Is that all, I asked. Are you fuckin’ deaf now or something?” he asks, raising his voice at you.

“I-I don’t understand, I’m being genuinely—”

“I dOn’T unDerStanD. Fucking—cry more, bitch.” Shigaraki mocks your words in a whiny voice. “You’re wasting my time, so if that’s all you have to say, I’m hanging up.”

You wouldn’t know, but this type of anger wasn’t planned. It was defensive. Tomura was being irrationally angry with you right now.

The hurt was new to him, and he’s only ever felt it around you. The first time was probably when you left him fucking hanging in class that one time when he’d tried to reach out to you—something he’s never done for anyone else before, perhaps since he was a kid. Not that you’d ever find out about it, but it added more fuel to his anger, because he realized you were someone who could—

“What?! Can you stop being a fucking child for one second, and talk to me so I can understand?”

“There’s nothing to understand, you’re fucking retarded and I’m going to make sure you can’t set your foot outside your house anymore. Stupid bitch, maybe I’ll post the entire thing today and get it over with,” you hear him grunt. “I fucking lost the game too, because of your stupid sorry ass.”

“ —really fucking hate you, Shigaraki!” What did you have to lose now? “But you’re used to people feeling like that about you, aren’t you? Fucking with everyone’s lives like you’re some god.” you spat. “You’re not, you’re just a… you’re just a little pathetic unoriginal asshole. I can’t fucking believe how stupid I was, to let myself—to ever think I could ever stoop so low and like someone like y— ”

The blood drained from your face, realizing just what you were about to reveal to him

Your heart sped up

Stupid, stupid, fucking stupid.

You hear Shigaraki inhale softly.

“What was that?”

“Fuck off.” you whisper, about to hang up, when he shouts.

“HEY. Repeat? What did you say? You can’t believe you what?” he pressed you eagerly, but you were done with this conversation.

“I said–go fuck yourself, asshole. Pray I die before I have to see you again. Bye.”

“If you fucking DARE to hang up now, I swear to fucking GOD.” the guy screeches in your ear, but you don’t reply and end the call.

His behavior struck you as odd, because he couldn’t wait to hang up on you earlier so what could have possibly changed. Did he want more shit to use against you? Was revenge porn not enough?

It doesn’t really matter anymore, because you were already plotting how to end yourself in your head. This was your specialty when things went especially wrong, call it suicidal ideation or whatever.

Turning your phone off, you sink to the floor and stare up at the ceiling. You were feeling numb again.

Everything was going horribly wrong.

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #emotional hurt/comfort #shigaraki tomura #unhealthy relationships #dead dove do not eat #trigger warnings #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki fanfiction #shigaraki x you #tenko shimura #tomura shigaraki #college au #reader is female

[javarium]

Good Enough | Leon.

Warning(s): Female Reader, mentions of intentional harm and scarring from a prior Pokémon battle (because realistically, outside of Gyms and League Matches, I don’t see injuries on Trainers not happening), also warning for me bc I’ve never played the game, but the gifs are amazing :D Also might change the title so be on the lookout for that

Note(s): This is mostly a short story for something imma try to be writing somewhere in the near future lmao

Summary: You haven’t battled for so long, but when an old face of a someone who was once a good friend of yours appears to fight, you take up the fight again. And this time your boyfriend gets to see and gush over your battle prowess.

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Leon had never seen you battle. He knew you had an entire team at your disposal, but it never really occurred to him that you’d never had a Pokémon battle.

Until today.

“Come on! One fight! One Pokémon even!”

“I said no, Leon! I have my reasons.”

His pouty face never left. You shook him off your arm the second he latched onto it. He huffed, undefeated by your disinterest and unwillingness to use your former team to fight him. One way or another, he was going to get you to battle him.

“Just because my team goes where I go, doesn’t mean I want them to battle,” you told him.

That part was true. You didn’t want them to battle. But they wanted to battle, regardless of what you wanted. As Leon spoke, begging for a friendly fight between girlfriend and boyfriend, the Ultra Balls on your belt shook in delight at the mention of a battle, save for one.

You felt stuck. Definitely between a rock and a hard place, you thought. You didn’t want to deny Leon and his enthusiasm. In a way, you felt like you were disappointing him. You hated that sad, kicked puppy look he gave when he didn’t get his way with something he wanted.

Like those damn cupcakes last week, you remembered.

But it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know anything relating to why you didn’t battle anymore. You only sent out your team when you had to, when he overeager little kids and cocky arrogant jerks decided to battle you — not taking your lack of desire to fight as a green light rather than a red one.

Maybe… Just maybe it would be okay. Maybe you could keep a lid on your emotions and not break into a complete and total panic attack.

“Leon, I—“

“Well, well, look who’s here.”

Both of you turn and your eyes blow wide open.

Out in the Wild Area, there were certain places you’d rarely come across another person. Right where you were, was partly one of them. There were some areas were so secluded, in fact, that people weren’t often found for days. That’s originally how you met Leon, being sent on a task to find him alone. That, however, was a story for another day—

“Hello, [Name]. Lovely to see you again.”

—but the man standing in front of you had a lot to do with why you left the Wild Area’s Rescue Team and decided to never battle again.

Dark hair and familiar ill-intentioned eyes bore down at you. He smirked as you scowled.

“Oscar.” You tamed your breath and bit your tongue, not wanting to let him get under your skin.

“It’s good to see you again,” he comments. “And I imagine you say you could wish the same.”

The tension was so thick one could cut it with a knife. Leon, despite being former Champion and as strong as he was, was beginning to sweat and get nervous. The intensity between you and the male was starting to be too much. Leon shook your shoulder, offering an excuse to leave. He didn’t know this person, nor did he care to.

Unfortunately, this guy knew what Leon was doing.

“As wonderful as it is to meet you, former Champion Leon, my business is with this lady here,” said Oscar, who’s eyes only flickered to Leon for a split second to address him. “If you don’t mind.”

“My lady,” Leon corrected, understanding the veiled threat and intent perfectly. He got to his feet and stood, eyes narrowed at the hostility that was meant for you. “And I do mind.”

As Leon straightened his spine, his height seemed to increase, and you began to realize just how imposing Leon’s figure really was.

His biceps bulged against the sleeves of his black shirt, chest involuntarily puffing out. You could see every outline of Leon’s body, shirt tight and taut against his skin. The amount of adrenaline and anger he was feeling was evident, with you now seeing the veins in his arms and neck. You looked at your boyfriend from toe to head, and it was only when you saw his arms crossed over his chest and eyes narrowed with fury that you realized that Leon was absolutely pissed. You weren’t entirely sure Oscar was going to make it out of this encounter alive.

But Oscar, ever the idiot, decided to challenge Leon. He reached for the Ultra Ball attached to his hip, and if he hadn’t changed his battling habits — like he hadn’t changed the rest of himself — then Leon needed to move. Now.

You shrieked, “Leon!”

You barely moved in time as a Mamoswine came out of the Pokéball, nearly crushing your boyfriend underneath its feet.

Oscar’s Mamoswine was just as big as you remembered — at least half a Mamoswine bigger than a normal one, totaling 12 feet — him being when you and Oscar were still on the rescue team together.

“He’s huge,” Leon said, exhaling his held breath.

“Massive,” you agreed. “He’s always been like this.”

“The Mamoswine or Oscar?”

“Both.”

You heard your former teammate chuckle darkly. Of course he was finding all of this amusing.

“Ah, I’m sorry,” came the fake apology. “I should’ve watched where I was sending Mamoswine.”

Your eyes narrowed. Letting out a hefty sigh, you grabbed and clicking your belt back into place around your waist.

“You really should leave, Oscar,” you said threateningly, grabbing one particular Pokéball, “before I remind you of the real reason why I was Captain of the Wild Area Rescue Team.”

His own eyes narrowed at the mention of the memory. Oscar had always been unbelievably jealous of you being chosen as the leader instead of him. At the same time, he had an unnecessary fascination with you — an unhealthy obsession — that was driven with a mix of lust, jealousy, and utter hatred.

“I think I’ll pass,” he replied with a snarl to his tone. “Besides, I’d like to know… How’s that left leg of yours doing these days?”

You didn’t need a fancy toss. You merely held the button of the ball upward and a solid click sounded. And out came a massive Steelix, towering terrifyingly over the opposing Mamoswine and his Trainer; the same one that had been your best friend since he was a baby Onix and you an embarrassingly shy four-year-old in your Dad’s arms.

You almost broke your stoic composure and laughed at the sight of Leon’s shock-horrified look at the sight of the Steelix before him, looming high overhead over the three of you.

Oscar and his Mamoswine were unfazed, familiar with your Steelix from the last few years of being team members. The two Pokémon were on good terms, but they would always put their Trainers first and fight one another if necessary.

“Steelix—“

“Mamoswine—“

Leon watched as your Steelix and Oscar’s Mamoswine went to battle. Both of them were clearly battle-trained and, no pun intended, monsters in combat. And as you called out Steelix’s moveset to counter and attack Mamoswine, Leon realized that you were an amazing combatant and strategist. Steelix followed your orders without question, absolute in his confidence in your strategy to win.

The further the battle went on, without either of you changing Pokémon, he knew that if you’d ever entered the Gym Challenge, you would’ve swept him and his team clean and taken the Champion title from him like it was nothing.

“Mamoswine, return!” Oscar shouted. “Go, Lucario!”

“Steelix—“

“Lucario—“

“Mega Evolve!”

He’d only seen Mega Evolution a few times in his life, but being this close to Pokémon that we’re doing it showed him how much energy it contained, almost seemingly even more than Dynamax. The powerful bursts of energy nearly threw him off his feet, particularly from Steelix’s larger amount of power from its natural size.

The battle raged on. Leon was shocked to see how fast Steelix moved when Mega Lucario aimed his attacks at him. Steelix weighed almost a ton; how was he moving that darn fast?!

Twenty minutes later, after several Earthquakes, Lucario was out of the fight. You swept the rest of his team with yours, alternating between Gengar, Obstagoon, Milotic, Hatterene, and Hydreigon for the highest amount of effectiveness to end the fight quicker.

Oscar scowls at his easy loss, but says nothing. You see the change in his eyes from spite to… something else. You’re not entirely sure what you see in his eyes, but it looks tamer than earlier, slightly of a maturity you doubted he would ever have.

“You’re just as strong as ever, [Name]. It’s quite something to be reminded of,” Oscar chuckles, reminiscing fondly. “I was very disappointed when you left the team… but maybe I can understand why. Especially nowadays.” His eyes flicker to Leon, duly noting his earlier protectiveness and the nickname he’d given you. “You have something good… Keep it.”

You’re stunned by Oscar’s words.

He disappears within a few minutes after that, and Leon catches you as you collapse, gently bringing you to the ground.

“You’re amazing,” Leon says in an impressed exhale. “I can’t believe how strong you are.”

“Thanks.” You push the hair back from your eyes. “But I only do it when I have to. I dislike Pokémon battles very much. Oscar is a very large part of the reason why I quit, too. And not just the rescue team.”

Leon is silent for a moment, then says, “I understand. I may not know everything, but that guy brings bad trouble, has a bad aura to him.”

“He wasn’t always that way,” you murmur sadly, “but things changed. He used to be my best friend.”

“Well, I’m sorry he let you down,” he replied.

“Me too.”

He looked at your Pokéballs, then grinned and said, “But I know one thing,” trying to lighten the mood.

“What’s that?”

“You’re freakin’ amazing,” he said with awe, fists clenched with excitement and a fat grin on his face. “You’re an amazing battler! I can’t believe how strong you and your Pokémon are! You make me think you could even take me on and win!”

You feel embarrassment rush over you, from head to toe. You avoid eye contact, and you know now that Leon’s never going to stop bugging you for a battle.

This time, however, you might just oblige him.

#pokemon #pkmn swsh #pokémon sword and shield #pokemon swsh #pokémon leon #leon x reader #champion leon #reader insert #female reader

[moonlight-prose]

BADLANDS | THREE

a/n: i don't want to jinx it but i'm on a fucking roll here people. i have never churned out a fic series faster in MY LIFE. miles teller i would like to personally thank you for the inspo. couldn't have done it without you and your mustache my dude. so there are only two more parts to go and i know exactly what's going to happen. things are about to get a little messy for panther and rooster. this is semi edited but not beta read so hopefully this chapter makes sense!

reblogs, comments, and feedback is always welcome!!

i don't have taglists anymore, but i do have a library blog.

summary: being shit out of luck happens to everyone, but you seemed to be a special case.

word count: 5.7k+

pairing: bradley "rooster" bradshaw x fem!reader (callsign panther)

warnings: not explicit (we're getting there), cussing, angst, arguing, rooster being a jealous little shit, ptsd mention, anxiety, panic attack, catastrophe, near death experiences.

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“Good morning aviators.” Mavericks voice brought your attention back to the front where he stood, watching all of you standing in line outside.

The blazing heat was starting to make you sweat underneath your flight suit, but you forced yourself to pay attention. Phoenix stood beside you, Bob on her other side. She turned to glance at you, an eyebrow raising over her sunglasses as she asked you the silent question you all seemed to be wondering today. What the fuck are we doing today? Normally you would be inside already, but apparently they wanted the pilots to wait until Maverick arrived.

He began to head towards the building, the others falling into step behind him—Hangman right on his heels. You had half a mind to bark in his direction, but thought better of it. It would just give him even more of an incentive to be up your ass. He was already pissed that you and Bradley were being considered as team leader.

“I don’t know about you but I’m pretty sure they’re taking us in to kill us,” you whispered, trying to stifle your laughter as Phoenix elbowed you in the side.

“There’d be no point in that.” Bob piped up behind you, managed to duck around Fanboy and end up on your other side.

“Oh yeah why’s that?” you asked, peering over your sunglasses at him.

“Because I’m pretty sure Hangman’s already planned our deaths.” He shrugged. “Would be a shame to let all that trouble go to waste.”

Your mouth parted, lips spreading into a wide smile. “Robert Floyd, did you just make a joke at the expense of Hangman?” His cheeks turned red, head ducking as you swung an arm over his shoulder and leaned against him. “No, this is good! This is progress. Does this mean you consider me as your friend?”

Phoenix scoffed. “Don’t get too cocky Panther.”

“You can’t possibly think he likes you better.”

“Well I’m the one in control up there,” she said, gesturing to the sky.

You however turned back to Bob, taking in his slightly baffled expression. “We can’t let her do that to us, Bob. We’re pals.”

“That’s enough chit chat for today,” Maverick called, grabbing your attention as the three of you headed into the room.

The room was where you’d been briefed on the mission before and you figured new tactics were being taught today. They made sure to wait until the very last second to tell you what exactly that was. Taking off your sunglasses, you slipped them into your front pocket before planting a kiss on Bob’s cheek and taking a spot in front of Fanboy. He and Payback were in the midst of having a silent conversation—the worry on their face prominent enough for even you to see with one small glance.

Shifting, you caught Hangman’s gaze as he shot you an all too cocky wink. To which you returned in kind with a lovely gesture of your middle finger. He wanted to throw you off your game just as he did with everyone else here, but it seemed you and Bradley got the worst of it. He didn’t like competition. That much was clear.

You and Bradley still hadn’t spoken since last night. Hell, you’d hardly seen him all morning, and you had half a mind to ask him why he left. You weren’t mad. Just surprised. Turning your head even further you managed to meet his gaze head on, an icy stare being sent your way. He looked at you like last night never happened, like you were back to being enemies, and it caused your heart to sink in your chest. Quickly, you turned back to the front, placing your sole focus on Maverick as he pulled up the mission plans.

Bradshaw would have to wait for now.

Your attention went to the screen, as you watched Maverick step back and give the attention to the other men in the room. Even while you sat there—eyeing what you knew were the new plans—you could feel Bradley’s gaze burning a hole in the back of your head. There was something up with him today and while you wanted to ask what was up, you simply allowed yourself to settle into the role of being a pilot once more. You were familiar with it.

Being a pilot oddly enough…felt safe.

Bradley on the other hand was a storm. One you weren’t sure you were ready to brave quite yet.

Snapping back to reality you caught the final bits and pieces of their explanation and felt a knot begin to form in your stomach and grow by the second. The mission was now being moved up. A decision they clearly didn’t like, given the grave expressions they wore and you could feel the tension in the room rise. Fanboy and Payback quickly began talking to one another about what had to be done and you were greeted with a flash of you and Hunter.

For a brief moment, you wished Hunter was there with you.

He’d know how to fly this mission—he’d know how to get you home safely.

You however were drowning with the intensity of it all; making you wonder why you were even considered for this mission in the first place.

“You’ve now got two weeks. Which means you’ll be moving on with your training.”

“Oh shit,” you muttered, hearing the others begin to mumble to one another.

“Sir how are we supposed to move on when no one here even accomplished the canyons?” you asked, glancing at Maverick who was busy looking at someone else.

“Well lieutenant there’s no other options at this point.”

Hangman scoffed beside you, his eyes glinting with enough malice to remind you that he still hated your guts. You were half tempted to punch the smirk off his face, but figured it wasn’t worth getting reprimanded. Still…he was on thin fucking ice.

The man stepped back, allowing Maverick to take over and you shot a glance at Bradley over your shoulder. He was the only one who made it to the target last time, but he was behind schedule—a fact Hangman refused to let him forget. He kept his gaze straight, jaw clenched as he sat upright in his chair, his posture stiff enough to almost seem painful.

You gave up and turned back to the front, listening intently as Maverick explained the parameters of the second half of the mission. A fact that let you know if you didn’t get miracle one right, you were sure as hell not getting near accomplishing miracle number two. Tapping your finger on the desk, you felt someone’s gaze come back to you. Figuring it was Phoenix, you stayed put—waiting for Maverick to finish his lecture.

“Today we begin working on hitting the targets.”

“How the hell is that supposed to go down?” Hangman asked, the drawl of his voice exhibiting peak cockiness.

“The pilot would have to be going at intense speed,” you replied, fixing your gaze on him. “I’m sure you have enough experience with that.”

He smiled. “Do you want to find out Panther?”

“I’d rather crash my F-18.”

The comment was ignored, but you could hear Phoenix snort in the background, no doubt proud of you for putting Hangman in his place. He needed to be knocked down a peg or two. So, you risked turning around, winking at her quickly before your gaze was drawn to the man glaring at you across the way. Bradley watched you with enough ire in his stare to send a chill down your spine—your eyes widening briefly before you shifted in your seat.

You were too afraid to ask what his problem was; the circumstances of last night aside, Bradley and you were still toeing the line of hatred and something akin to love.

“Like you haven’t already,” he snipped.

Narrowing your eyes you felt your hand clench into a fist on instinct, prepared to defend what little honor and reputation you had left. If it came down to it, you’d bring him to the floor. Perfectly happy to land a few hits in before someone dragged you away.

“That’s enough Hangman,” Maverick snapped.

He sighed, shifting in his seat like he was bored of all of this, but you could see the wheels working in his brain. You’d known pilots like him before. Seen how they enjoyed picking and prodding until their competition was left in the dust. Except Hangman was different. He knew things that he wasn’t sharing yet and you could already feel the destructiveness of his actions heading everyone’s way.

“No one has ever experienced a mission like this,” Hangman started to speak again, the toothpick between his teeth being moved with every word. “Not even Maverick.”

You had to begrudgingly admit that he had a point there. Maverick’s past experience was extensive to say the least, but it wasn’t anything like this. If a pilot survived this, they would be able to make it out of almost anything, but that was the thing.

The pilot had to survive.

This mission didn’t come across as something one would walk away from unscathed, and that’s what terrified you.

Which one of you in this room wouldn’t make it home in the end?

You had half a mind to turn and look at the man you were most worried about, but could already feel his eyes on you. Even though he would never admit it. He was just as afraid as you were that this thing between the two of you—whatever it was—wouldn’t be around after the two weeks were up.

Grabbing your helmet, you headed outside and towards the jets that were lined up. Unease had filled your body the second they announced having to move on with the mission’s training and it had yet to fade. They were giving you no time at all to figure out what had to be done in order to survive and it seemed that you were meant to accomplish turning miracles into reality. You were shit out of luck a long time ago—already having lost one pilot.

You just hoped that the others still had some luck left to spare.

“Fuck,” you spit as your sunglasses fell on the floor.

You were barely able to handle the first parts of training and yet now they expected you to succeed in something everyone else deemed impossible. Hangman’s words rang in your head from inside of the room. Not even Maverick had experienced a mission this demanding, this grueling. Yet they wanted whomever they picked to come out of his perfectly fine and ready to keep going.

The parameters for the flight weren't even the hardest part. Hitting the target would be your main goal. You fought against the doubt that filled your mind as you tilted your head up, squinting at how bright it was outside.

You did your best to keep your demeanor calm given the circumstances. After all it was simply training today—nothing bad could go wrong. Yet why did you have a horrible feeling you were going to be eating your words later? Before you could grab your sunglasses off the floor, someone else did it for you. The black—now slightly scratched—aviators being pressed into your hands.

Bradley of all people stood in front of you, all ready and prepared to get into his F-18. He would be with you, Phoenix, Bob, Payback, and Fanboy on the first run of training. Four jets, two leaders. You could feel the anxiety rush through your veins at the very thought of it. Instead of giving into the panic, you chose to focus on Bradley with a glow of sunlight around him. It was unfair how beautiful he looked standing there doing absolutely nothing. Really it felt rather rude. But you shoved those thoughts away.

You needed to remain focused on the task at hand; not on your silly relationship problems.

“Thanks for last night,” you said, unnerved at the way he wouldn’t take off his sunglasses to meet your eyes. “You didn’t have to—”

His hands latched on your upper arms, pushing you slightly backwards until you were pressed against the side of his jet. His eyes were covered, but you recognized the stoic expression on his face. The same one he wore a few nights ago at the bar. Something was clearly bothering him and yet instead of talking about it—he pushed it away, focusing his irritations on you instead. You were right last night. This relationship—whatever it consisted of—was far from being healthy in any way shape or form.

So much so that it made your head spin.

“You need to back down from trying to be leader,” he said, causing all of the hope in your chest to crash down into your stomach.

“What?” Had you been remembering last night wrong? Was him helping you all a figment of your imagination?

“They’re going to pick soon and I need you to let me take it from here.”

A sour taste filled your mouth as you regarded him with a withering stare. “Are you being serious? Or are you just fucking with me?” Bradley had gone from loving to suddenly picking up that long forgotten fight you shared with him this time around. “Am I remembering last night wrong or are you suddenly back to being a dick?”

He made no move to back away from you—his face so close that if you leaned up just a tad you could kiss him. Or slap him. In all honesty the latter sounded like the most appealing action right at this moment. He was asking you to tank your career by backing off, by letting him take what you worked so hard to gain. Where the fuck was your Bradley? The man who held you last night until you slept comfortably beside him. 

It was clear to you now that the person who stood before you wasn’t him.

“We both know who the better pilot is here.”

You shoved against him, trying to get him to back off, but he barely even shifted on his feet. “Fuck you. I’ve earned my place here and I’m not going to have you of all people trying to take a position that I’m clearly competent in. I have just as much claim on being leader as you do Bradshaw.”

It seemed his mind—his whole demeanor—had shifted into him being an asshole again; the Bradley you cared for now gone. Oh how you wished he’d simply give up this petty fight and allow you both to get on with your lives. He dropped his hands from your waist, giving you some room to cool off, but he was far from done. There was something he wasn’t telling you. Something that was clearly bugging him, and you couldn’t discern if it regarded you or not. You considered the possibility that he was just having an off day; that he woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

“Is there something going on with you and Floyd?”

Until he said that.

“What?” you laughed, unsure if you ever heard him correctly.

“Are you and Floyd starting something? Because I want to know I’m wasting my time here.”

You reared back, your mouth dropping open in disbelief. A white hot anger filled your veins, as the realization finally settled in your mind. He was jealous. Bradley was jealous of one fucking kiss on the cheek meant to be friendly. You hardly even knew Bob other than a small conversation here and there. How could he even consider it when last night he was in your bed? Yet again, rather than ask you about the situation calmly, he picked at the wounds that were still healing. He treated you like an enemy rather than a friend and you couldn’t stop the doubts from flooding into your mind.

Was this it? Was this all there would be between the two of you?

Precious moments of comfort that were found few and far between, and at the end of it all a raging anger that would still peek its head out more often than you expected. More often than it should. You wanted Bradley; wanted to be with him. But you weren’t sure how many times you could handle being treated this way. You couldn’t tell anymore if he even loved you, or if this was simply a relationship of convenience for him until he shipped off to his next mission. 

Meanwhile you might never truly heal from the wounds he reopened.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. You really believe that Bob and I…that we’re…what? Together? What the fuck Bradshaw?” You pressed a hand to your forehead—your heart twisting violently in your chest. “I don’t know if I can keep doing this.”

“Doing what?’ he asked. He was clearly oblivious to the war of emotions battling it out inside your mind and for some reason that only made you angrier.

“Loving you!” His posture stiffened and you heard him inhale sharply at your admission of the truth—finally. “I don’t know if loving you is worth all of this back and forth Bradley. I’m so tired. I’m tired of pretending to hate you and hoping that you were pretending too. But clearly you’re not. Not if you think I would willingly choose to be with another man when you know how I feel about you.”

“Kitten—”   

His words were no longer registered in your mind. “I’m sorry for leaving, but if I remember that night correctly only one of us actually said their feelings out loud. And it sure as shit wasn’t you.”

You caught the sight of Maverick heading your way, helmet in his hands and fell back into your professional ways. There was a mission to complete, a job to be done, and you couldn’t allow petulant emotions to get in your way. They would only hinder you in the end. Wiping your face clean of any expressions, you straightened your spine. Bradley’s mouth was still opening and closing—the words unable to get out. Except you knew the truth.

He wouldn’t have to force the words out if he truly meant them.

Nodding his way, you grabbed your helmet from where it fell to the floor. The black color now matched the emotions that flooded your body the longer Bradley stayed quiet. Maverick gestured for you to follow him and you felt like there was a ball in your throat that wouldn’t go away. Your heart sank even more the longer you stood there watching Bradley process your words, but you had done your part. You told him the truth. There was nothing more for you to give him.

“I’ll see you up there Rooster,” you said for the first time in years. The name felt odd on your tongue.

He flinched as if you’d slapped him across the face and you wanted to feel sorry about it. Only you couldn’t.

Not anymore.

“You are a go,” Maverick’s voice echoed in your ear as the jet flew through the air.

Phoenix and Bob were right behind you, Rooster having taken the front for Payback and Fanboy. After climbing into your jet and only acknowledging him through his callsign, you simply allowed yourself to become numb to your emotions one last time. Today would be routine, just like every day. You would flip the switches, bring the jet into the air and follow the directions Maverick laid out, because that’s the only way you would survive finally cutting Bradley Bradshaw off.

For good.

You couldn’t go on like this. Being wracked with guilt for leaving him all those years ago, only to suffer the brutal consequences in the end by his hand. Love wasn’t supposed to be this painful. Here you thought he’d forget your existence, move on and get married, but instead you were left with a man who didn’t seem to know what he wanted. Let alone if what he wanted was you.

“You with me Phoenix?” you asked through the radio, pushing the control stick forward to remain close behind Payback and Fanboy.

“I’m with you Panther.”

Bob’s voice followed after hers, telling you exactly how far out the target was and like you were on autopilot you responded with the reminders to check his lasers. If you missed the first round, you’d have to try again. Until eventually you got it right every time, but your gut instinct told you something wasn’t exactly right. You were stupid enough to shove it away—having told yourself that this was just training. You could make mistakes in training and try again to right your wrongs.

“We’re coming up on the target. Stay sharp for the second missile,” Bradley’s voice felt jarring at this time, but like everything else…you shoved it down.

“Copy that Rooster.”

You fucking hated using his callsign. The feeling as if you were just anybody else on the team had turned your body cold, but as of right now…you were just that. It was clear to both of you that whatever happened before wasn’t meant to be brought up here. Not when things were life and death. Except you couldn’t help but notice the edge to his voice as he let you know the first missile had been fired. You played it off as your mind overthinking again; changing the manner of his tone to fit your heartbroken demeanor.

“Coming up on the target,” Bob said. “Laser is all good.”

“Phoenix?”

“After you Panther,” she replied. You could hear the smirk in her voice, letting you know that it was now your turn to show them who was leader and who wasn’t.

Flipping a switch, you took a deep breath before pushing the control stick forward, flipping the jet as Maverick had explained and coming into a dive. Evening out the jet, you heard Bob line up the shot through the radio and without a second of hesitation you took the chance the second he said go. Now came the hard part. You heard Maverick’s voice in your head, explaining that the pilot would be pushing Mach 9 in order to get out of Coffin’s Corner.

“Fuck,” you spit, feeling the pressure on your body become excruciating.

Breathing was painful, turning your head was painful, fuck even surviving this felt as if you were being torn limb from limb. The gravity pulled against you as the jet took off even higher—Phoenix right behind you. All you needed was to push on just a bit further, but that gut feeling from earlier reared its ugly head. A beeping started to echo in the small cockpit, a red light flickering above you, and a cold chill went down your spine as flashbacks started to return in full force.

“Smoke in the air! Smoke in the air!” 

Hunter’s voice practically screamed in your ear, the beeping only getting louder the more you continued to push the jet to its limits. You could see his face, see the image of him lying dead on the ground, and suddenly…getting air to your lungs wasn’t your biggest problem. Phoenix’s voice shouted through the radio, trying to shake you out of your nightmare, but nothing worked.

The jet was dropping altitude too quickly. Yanking on the stick, you tried to even it out, but another red light flashed in front of you, altering you to the right engine dying.

“Fuck!” you shouted, pressing the switch to extinguish it in the hopes that would be enough to get you back on the runway.

“Panther what’s going on?” Maverick called, his jet not far behind.

“The right engines out!” You’d been trained for situations like this and without another thought you began to even out the jet, gaining altitude as you shook your head to rid yourself of the flashbacks.

You’d managed to even out, the sight of the runway coming up in the distance, but another sound began quickly after the first. The echo of your left engine now going out—leaving you dead in the air. You panicked. Hunter’s face was all you could see and for a moment you felt your lips form around the letters of his name. Perhaps he was there with you. Finally ready to take you with him after all these years going it alone. The prospect of crashing didn’t scare you as much as it should.

No, what scared you was that…you weren’t afraid to die at all.

“Panther bail out! I need you to eject!” You barely heard Mav’s voice.

“I can’t outrun them. I’m going to get a bit lower, enough for you to eject.”

“I’m not leaving you here to die.”

“Eject Panther! Eject!” Maverick was practically screaming at you now, but your head had gone hazy—the force of hitting Mach 9 causing you to fade in and out.

“Either you eject now or we both die!”

Gasping, you flipped another switch, trying to slow down the jet, but you couldn’t see straight—your heart beating rapidly in your chest. You heard Phoenix yell at you through the radio, her voice trying to bring you back and you wanted to scream that you were trying. That you could see the hill coming even closer, yet you were unable to reach down and pull the chord beneath you.

Why couldn’t you move?

“I—” you gasped, trying to get air into your lungs. “I can’t.”

The radio crackled, another voice coming in clearer than the others. “Panther I need you to eject!” Bradley’s jet was diving down towards yours, his panicked voice causing your heart to twist.

“Roo—” you mumbled.

His jet was right beside yours, the dive he was in breaking the rule of the hard deck. “Do it now Panther! Please!” You could vaguely make out the terror in his plea. “You can do this. Just breathe.”

Fumbling, you felt the roughness of the rope scratch against your hands and you inhaled, shutting your eyes tightly as Hunter’s face showed up vividly behind your eyelids. Yanking it with all the strength you had, you felt the gust of wind hit you harshly in the face—the echo of your chute opening a few moments later. You could hear the distant crash of your jet, the explosion nearly rocking the ground below, but your vision was fading with every passing second.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, tilting your head to the side, the sunlight blinding you. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.”

You hit the ground hard, your knees taking the brunt of the fall and on instinct you unlatched yourself from your chute. Leaving your body to collapse—the breath leaving your lungs. The exhaustion refused to leave your body even though you fought against it. Pulling that many Gs left you in a state of disorientation. One that you couldn’t get out of.

The air was stale from the heat of the day. The sun still beat down as you lay there, sweating the longer you drifted in and out of consciousness. You fought to stay awake, but your mind seemed to have other plans entirely. It had decided to be cruel today—forcing you to relive things you wished to forget at a time like this.

“I know I say it every time we fly,” Hunter said,  glancing up at the sky like he’d find his solace in the clouds. More often than not every pilot preferred to be up there rather than on the ground. 

Up there…heartbreak, grief, pain it all disappeared. Probably why so many refused to retire; why they remained until they were forced out or lost in the heat of battle. You knew which path you were on long ago—the futile choice already made for you.

He turned his eyes to you, a sorrow in them that you recognized after knowing him for so long. “If we don’t make it back, Panther. If I don’t…” He blinked, wiping away his pain and slapping an all too false smile on his lips. “Tell my girl I was flying back to her.”

It was an omission of truth, a terrifying thought no pilot wanted to consider, but you did it anyway. Returning his smile you clapped him on the back lightly. You didn’t know then that you’d be delivering his message after all these years. That he’d leave his final words with you, but there it was…the reality of being an airman. One day your heaven became your ultimate hell and nothing would ever be able to change that.

You were jolted awake by the sounds of a chopper landing near you, someone running out and grabbing you quickly in order to get you on board and back. Pain erupted in your side, searing down your leg as they shifted you, but you had no energy to cry out. Everything shifted as the chopper took off; someone reached down to gently pull your helmet off as they attempted to check your pulse. You wanted to say you would be fine. All you needed was a moment, but even this was too extreme for your body to handle.

Before you could open your eyes, you were pulled under again.

The bar doors swung open as you sat there finishing the bottle of whiskey you and Phoenix were meant to drink together. She’d taken off in a hurry after learning what choice you made, but at least she promised things were okay between you two. You just wished you could tell her the truth—why you were so adamant on running in the first place. But you didn’t even know what the truth was. You were just a hopeful idiot, waiting for life to hand you love on a silver platter rather than fighting for it yourself.

“I thought I’d find you here kitten,” Bradley’s voice bounced off the empty bar walls as he took the stool beside you.

“You told me to come here.” You didn’t want to say it, but he looked almost…bashful. “Why…did you ask me here, Bradshaw?”

He poured himself a glass, taking a deep breath as he drank before meeting your eyes for the first time that night. “I know we’ve graduated and you and I have done nothing but try and kill each other, but…”

“But?” Fuck, you hoped what you thought he was going to say next actually came out of his mouth.

“I want to be with you,” he blurted out. His face turned red when he caught you staring at him with your eyes wide. “I…I care about you kitten. Fuck I don’t know if it’s love or if it’s just some crush, but…I know I want you.”

Your throat felt dry as you tried to swallow, his words sinking into your mind. “You…”

“Yes,” he replied.

“And what if…” You could barely get the fucking words out. “What if this—” You gestured between the both of you, your hands shaking slightly. “Is just an itch that needs to be scratched to get me out of your mind?”

“It’s not.”

You couldn’t stand the way he was watching you with so much calm in his expression; as if he was so sure about what the two of you shared. “How do you know?”

He leaned forward, lips twitching as he heard your breath catch in your throat at his close proximity. “Because you’ve been in my mind since day one, kitten. Believe me when I say nothing could get you out of it. Nothing would make me want you to leave it.”

“She’s fighting being unconscious,” someone said over the loud echo of the helicopter blade. “Her body’s gone into shock.”

They moved you again swiftly and you could barely make out the sunlight through your shut eyes. Vaguely in the back of your mind you knew where they were taking you. The hospital no doubt. You’d taken a hard hit on the way down—your body unable to handle the sustained G’s in the training. The gurney was stopped suddenly, jolting you again and bringing back the pain in your side. You nearly cried out, but not even your voice would work.

Footsteps pounded against the asphalt, your name echoing in the distance; the paramedics stopped them halfway to you and you tried to raise your head to see them. Why was it so fucking hard? Why…were you still drifting in between being conscious and unconscious?

“I need to see if she’s alright.”

Bradley.

“Lieutenant, I need you to wait with the others. She’s going to be taken to the hospital—”

“I just need to see if she’s okay!” he shouted, the scuffle of his feet echoing on the ground.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw I can’t let you—”

“Let him through.” Maverick. Your brain registered they were there and for the first time, you managed to slowly open your eyes—able to make out the shape of Bradley rushing towards you.

He looked so blurry as he stood there, his hand dropping to your cheek before cupping the back of your neck when he leaned over to get close. This is what you longed for. This is what kept you afloat when everything else was falling apart around you. Hunter’s face, the memories, they all retreated to the back of your mind as a new image took form. A bright eyed pilot who had stolen what was left of your already shattered heart—his crooked smile enough to send your entire being into overdrive.

“Kitten, can you hear me?” he asked softly, tilting your head. “Fuck.” Something wet fell on your chin. “Fuck I’m so sorry.”

“We have to take her.”

His grip got tighter, the broken tone of his voice nearly breaking your heart again as your eyes fluttered slightly—the ability to move returning. “Is she going to be okay?”

You could easily tell them that it was just a panic attack. You were used to them popping up at random times, but you were so tired and Bradley’s skin felt warm pressed against yours. Vaguely you felt them move you, his warmth leaving you for the cold bitterness of the outside world. Except by the time you could open your mouth, attempt to reach for him, they were already slamming the doors shut on the ambulance.

“Bradley,” you faintly breathed, the paramedics shifting around you to continue and attempt to check if you were comfortable where you were.

Yet you couldn’t tell them that your only source of comfort had been left behind. Bradley’s face flashed in your mind again, his voice whispering in your ears as you were finally sucked under into the darkness one last time. The panic, the pain, all of it…finally gone.

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[the-dragonsqueen]

Pearl!au | Eddie Munson x fem!reader

This fanfic is kind of dark, so please read the warnings.

Pairings : Eddie Munson x fem!reader, Steve Harrington x fem!reader, brief Robin Buckley x fem!reader, mentions of Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson.

Synopsis : Eddie leaves his girlfriend behind when he’s offered to open for a famous metal band because she has to take care of her sick mother. 

This fanfiction is inspired by Pearl and X, reader has Pearl and Maxine vibes (so does Eddie tbh).

CW : angst, domestic violence (not from Eddie), no use of y/n, stalking, brief non con and voyeurism, brief mentions of a dead animal, major characters death, matricide, murder, blood, emetophobia, sick parent, depiction of poverty, mentions of decomposing bodies, porn, cheating, smut, praise kink, degrading kink, p in v, unprotected sex, cream pie, dry humping, fingering, hallucinations, delusions, intrusive thoughts, mentions of suicide, self harm, slut shaming, prostitution, neglecting parents, religious parent, religious trauma, panic attacks, anxiety, use of the f slur, mommy issues, abandonment issues, reader is objectified, reader is bisexual, reader is kind of mean sometimes, this fic is dark everyone is ooc, dark!eddie munson, dark!reader, dark!steve harrington, happy ending I guess ?

Word count : 15k+

You are not a good person.

Your life started falling apart a couple of years ago when your step dad decided to leave your mother for someone better, younger. Your mother didn’t see it coming, she always took care of her husband, always put his needs above hers and yours. You weren’t very fond of him and wouldn’t have cared if it weren’t for the prenup, he had rich parents, a good job and that’s what allowed you to live in a decent house despite your mother not having a job, making being a stay at home mom wife her job. He never gave you any money or put aside a college fund for you, but you were smart enough to get a scholarship so this wasn’t your biggest concern. No, your biggest concern was having to live in a trailer park because your idiotic, naïve of a mother signed a stupid prenup making her and you homeless when he decided to leave her. She was extremely religious and told you that this was all a part of God’s plan and that one day she’ll get what she deserves for sacrificing her whole life to serve her husband. You almost slapped her when she said that, her life was ruined all because she believed what a stupid book translated by awful men said. But you didn’t slap her, you smiled at her and left the house telling her you were going to pick up more boxes to pack your stuff in. Instead you went to the nearest gas station to pick up enough gasoline to burn down the whole town, if you didn’t get to live in this house anymore, no one else will. Unfortunately, as you were standing in line Jason Carver spotted you.

“Hey pretty girl ! What are you doing with all of this ?” he laughed pointing at the gasoline at your feet

“Oh hey Jason” fuck “Hum my step dad asked me to pick up all this stuff I think it’s for our lawn mower or something ? I’m not even sure this is what he asked me for actually” you laughed back playing dumb

“Well, the boys and I are throwing a party at mine, do you want to join ?” he offered showing you the six pack he was about to purchase

You eyed the beers, drinking did sound pretty great in that moment and it’s not like you could actually burn down the house now since you had a witness. “Sure ! Just let me put this back, I don’t feel like carrying it around.” you moved to put the gasoline back in the aisle but Jason stopped you

“What about your step dad ?” he asked you tilting his head

“I’ll come back tomorrow or he can pick it up himself” you shrug bowing down to pick it up

“Don’t” he stopped you again “Just let him do it.” He said nodding towards the cashier “That’s what he’s getting paid for right ?” he smiled at you

“Oh ok… I’ll meet you outside” you replied, feeling a little guilty for the store clerk as you walked outside.

If Jason hadn’t stopped you that day you’d probably be in juvie for arson right now, at first you were mad at him but as time went by you stopped regretting not going through with it. Because you met him. But before there was him, there was her.

You met Robin Buckley when she was working at the movie theater, your mother was at the bank deposing the little money her ex-husband had the decency to give her so she’d be able to afford renting a trailer and move out of his house quickly. You couldn’t stand staying alone in this house, so you stole money from his wallet and treated yourself to a trip to the movies, it’s not like he’d notice the difference anyway. But as you were watching Molly Ringwald on the big screen you started to suffocate, the feeling of being trapped between the walls of the small theater overtaking you, so you ran outside taking refuge in the alley behind the movie theater. Once outside you realized that it wasn’t the small room that made you feel trapped, it was this town.

“Are you okay ? “ a small voice interrupted you mid sob

You lifted your head up and was met with Robin’s kind blue eyes staring at you. You wiped the snot off your nose and the mascara running down your cheeks. “No” you replied with a hoarse voice

“Yeah I figured, I could hear you crying from inside.” She kneeled in front of you and awkwardly put a hand on top of your knees “What’s going on ?” she asked with a soft voice

What were you supposed to say ? ‘I hate this fucking town and all I want is to leave everyone behind to become a big movie star, bigger than that stupid redhead on the screen but I can’t because I’m a still a teenager, I have no money and haven’t graduated high school yet !’ No you couldn’t say that.

“I just… fucking hate it here.” You responded still opting for some honesty.

“Me too.” Robin said with a sad smile

You had noticed Robin before at school, the way she was always staring at Tammy Thompson, another stupid redhead. She also looked at you sometimes, well she looked at everyone in the cheerleader squad during games, paying more attention to the cheer team than the game itself but you noticed her stare at your body and the way it looked in the uniform more than she looked at your teammates. So you made an impulse decision and kissed her. She was taken aback at first and didn’t kiss you back.

“I’m so sorry” you let out looking at her with your best doe eyes which was enough to let her take her guard down and kiss you again.

Her lips were soft and her kisses shy but it became more intense and desperate the more she kissed you.

“My shift is almost over. My dad is picking me up, do you want to come over ?” she blurred out with panting breaths

“Will your dad be ok with that ?”

“Yeah, I’ll tell him you’re sad because your boyfriend broke up with you and need a girl’s night” she reassured you

“Ok, I’ll call my mom from the phone booth while you wait for your dad.” You tell her with a smile

You didn’t call your mother but she didn’t need to know that. Her dad of course accepted and Robin was really eager to get you in her room when you got to her place. At first she wanted to talk to you about being queer and comparing experiences but you didn’t care about any of that. So you ended up making out some more and had sex for the first time in your life with her. It was amazing, a little clumsy and awkward but overall great, unfortunately it only made you feel better for a few hours. Once morning came you still felt this weight on your chest and Robin’s cuddles didn’t do anything to make you feel better anymore. You didn’t want to be with her, you wanted a good, better life for yourself and being with a woman was only going to make things even more difficult for you. So you were civil and polite to Robin when you ran into her at school but you didn’t really stay in contact after that night. She was too busy drooling over Tammy to truly care about you anyway.

After winter break that year and the shittiest Christmas ever, you were back to school. No one knew you were living at the trailer park yet but it’s not like you cared. You were pretty popular, being in the cheer squad and all but you never considered any of them friends, and vice versa. You were mean to them, even to the jocks but they never did anything about it, most of the guys wanted to get in your pants and invited you to all the cool parties so the cheer squad found it best to keep you around just for that. You never felt guilty about calling them sluts, bitches or stupid, most of them were fucking bullies anyway. That’s the thing about you, you were never mean to anyone else, just those who deserved it.

As time slowly went by you started to notice him. Eddie Munson. You never paid attention to him before but now it’s like he was everywhere, Forest Hills, school, even the grocery store… To be honest the first time you saw him at the grocery store it truly was a coincidence but you started to stalk observe him to pick up on his habits so you could see him more. And he noticed you too but besides from small nods and polite smiles he never talked to you and you knew why. So you quit the cheer squad and stopped hanging out with the jocks, fuck them. But that didn’t make Eddie want to hang out with you on the spot like it would solve all his reservations about you.

Finally one day Eddie saw you walking to school, because your mom couldn’t afford to pay for gas to drive you, so he picked you up from the side of the road. It became a daily occurrence and it wasn’t long before you got closer and eventually started dating. Eddie was the kindest person you’d ever met and weirdly he inspired you to become a better person too. You got a job to pay the bills, since your mom was too depressed to get out of bed and find a job herself, you tried to help him with his school works so he’ll be able to graduate with you and even got into a verbal fight with one of the jocks that was picking on the Hellfire boys at lunch, calling him a two-pump-chump (his girlfriend’s words not yours) in front of everyone was enough to get him and the popular kids to leave them alone, they knew you had dirt on all of them.

Unfortunately your efforts weren’t enough and Eddie didn’t graduate with you but he told you that he’d follow you to any city you planned on moving to, find a job and get his GED while you were in college. You got into UCLA and were so excited to tell him, you could go to auditions in Los Angeles on your free time and Eddie could try to form a new band, meet label studios and become a famous Rockstar ! For once in your life everything seemed perfect, even if you didn’t make it as a famous actress you knew Eddie was talented and that he could make it, he was a star. And Eddie was too nice to ever make you sign a prenup and ruin your life if things didn’t work out between the two of you, though you doubted that, so you’d be set for life anyway. If somehow neither of you made it, you had a plan c : porn. You never talked to Eddie about this plan but you noticed how men looked at you, you could exploit that. And Eddie was too sweet to forbid you from doing anything. You were full of hope.

That’s when your life truly took a bad turn. You were hanging out with Eddie in your room making plans for the future when your heard a big thud coming from the bathroom. Your mother had passed out after throwing up bile. At first you didn’t want to do anything about it, if your mother wanted to stay in bed all day, stop eating and slowly kill herself then you’d let her, you were 18 now and didn’t need her anymore. But you saw Eddie panic at the sight of your mother passed out on the floor so you did the right thing for him and took her to the hospital, as one should. Eddie stayed with you the whole evening, comforting you while you were waiting for the doctor’s diagnosis after they put her through dozens of tests, the longer it took the more you thought about how much it would cost you, your mother could never afford to pay for the hospital bills so it wouldn’t take long before they harass you to pay for her. After 5 hours of waiting, the doctor finally came to you and pronounced the words that changed your life for the worse “I’m sorry but your mother’s been diagnosed with cancer.” You didn’t hear much after that, you knew what this implied and you saw red, you wanted to kill the doctor, your mother and everyone in this hospital. But Eddie’s soft touch brought you back to the moment, you looked up at his soft eyes asking if you were okay. You realized you hadn’t spoken in minutes and just turned to the doctor muttering a small thank you before falling in Eddie’s arms crying your eyes out, he comforted you some more saying that she’ll be okay, you’ll get through this, not to worry she’ll survive but you didn’t care about that. All the hopes you had for your future came crashing down on you in a matter of seconds.

So you stayed in Hawkins, you worked more shifts at the shitty diner you waitressed at to pay all the bills and took care of your mother in your free time. Eddie went back to Hawkins high until a miracle happened. An agent saw him and Corroded Coffin play at the Hideout and asked to meet them. Turns out this guy worked for famous metal bands and after sending a tape of one of their performance to Slayer, the successful band and their team asked if Corroded Coffin could tour with them and be their opener. You pretended to be excited for him and support him, you even showed up when he hacked the school’s prep rally to play metal and tell everyone to fuck off. “See you at the Grammys assholes” he yelled flipping everyone off. You had to swallow the big lump in your throat and force a smile at his theatrics but his words felt like a stab to the heart for you.

A week later, he was gone with a promise to call you every night. He also bought you an skull ring (none of his actual rings would fit you) and proposed to you the night before he left, you cried and said yes. Of course, he would be back in a few months but without him, his love, his kindness and support you were getting worse. The only thing you were hanging on to was seeing Eddie again in a month when he’d play in LA, you made plans to visit him and stay there for a whole week, paying a private nurse to take care of your mother while you were gone. It’s all you talked about when you had him on the phone. But money was tight so you had to do more than waitressing to earn extra money to pay for the trip.

Eddie left you his van so you could sell your mother’s shitty car to make a few extra bucks (since she was never driving it anyway) while still being able to drive yourself to work, but it wasn’t enough. So you found yourself having to give hand jobs in the back of Eddie’s van to some of the diner’s customers, mostly truck drivers, to make more money.

But of course as you finally made enough money to pay for your plane tickets and hire a nurse, your mother was put on a new, very expensive treatment that ruined your plans, again.

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Which leads you to now, you’re in the van parked in front of Family Videos about to return another romance movie you dreamed of seeing yourself in instead of Kim Basinger. You dropped your mother off after the doctor’s appointment and drove straight here, you really didn’t want to see her right now. When you walk in your hear the voice of Steve Harrington greeting you, as usual.

“Hey, it’s Eddie’s girl ! What can I do for you today beautiful ?” he exclaims cheerfully

“I have a name you know.” You deadpan throwing the VHS in the return pile.

“Okay… Someone’s in a mood, anything I can do about that ?” he winks at you

He’s right you’re really not in the mood today. “What the fuck do you mean by that ?” you ask him with a harsh tone.

“Hum… you know, I can help you relax… since Eddie’s gone and all” he smiles at you, this was a daily occurrence, Steve always flirted with you. You narrow your eyes at him and turn your b     ack on him, deciding not to entertain him. “Oh come on, sweetheart” the pet name goes straight to your core but you still ignore him. “You know Eddie’s probably swimming in a pool of groupies right now” he laughs, clearly joking to get a reaction out of you.

You freeze, his words should hurt you, a lot of people have been making comments about Eddie’s hypothetical cheating with fans. But it doesn’t, although you could really use an excuse to snap at someone right now.

“Steve, aren’t your parents like super rich ?” you ask turning to face him again

“What ?” he asks back dumbfounded

“Yeah, I mean I know you’re too dumb for college but can’t your parents at least write a check to a descent university to get you in ?”

“Excuse m-“

“Or at least get you decent job ?” you cut him off happy with the dumb look on his face “Or maybe they don’t care enough that’s why I and all of the female population in Hawkins have to endure your pathetic attempts at flirting. It’s sad really, can’t get into college, can’t get a girlfriend that won’t cheat on you, can’t make any friends over the age of 14.” you pout before letting out a laugh

No words come out of his mouth, his cheeks are red and eyes wide. Satisfied with his reaction, you smile and leave the store, guess you’ll have to dig in your own VHS collection for a while. You know mentioning Nancy Wheeler was a low blow but you could’ve been a lot meaner.

“Hey what the hell is wrong with you ?” a raspy voice calls you out before you get in the van

“Hi Robin.” you reply turning back to face her

“Why did you say all this mean shit to Steve ?”

You just roll your eyes and scoff in response.

“No seriously what is wrong with you ? I don’t remember you being mean, like ever.” She adds softly

“Then you haven’t been paying attention Buckley.” You roll your eyes at her

“I think I know enough about you to know that something’s off !”

“ But you don’t know me Robin ! You think you do because we fucked that one time, please !” you exclaim loudly. Robin looks around freaking out about someone hearing you. “You didn’t even bother calling me after and now you want to pretend like we’re friends ?” you didn’t call her either but you keep talking before she has a chance to point that out “My mother has cancer.” You deadpan

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry I didn’t-“

“I had to give up college to take care of her” you cut her off “And the only person that loves and cares for me left. So yes something is wrong with me and I won’t allow your ‘best friend’ to talk shit about Eddie ! You’re aware that he would fuck you at the first opportunity if you’d let him right ? I bet he already tried.” You spit out. Robin looks down but you can see tears forming in her eyes from where you stand. You frown, she doesn’t deserve this, shit.

“Hey, I’m sorry Robin I didn’t mean that” you tell her softly

“S’ okay” she sniffs

“I’m really sorry but I just had some really bad news concerning my mom’s health and took it out on you guys.” You sigh “I’ll apologize to Steve tomorrow, again I’m really sorry Robin.” You have no intention to apologize to him, for now.

“I’m sorry too” she says before walking back to the store.

Great you think, now everyone in town will know about your mother being sick, you do NOT need their pity.

You park in front of your trailer and see your mom eyeing you from one of the windows. You huff not ready to deal with her attitude now.

“What took you so long ?” she questions you as soon as you walk in

You roll your eyes and don’t respond, she’s been picking up fights with you every day for weeks now.

“I asked you a question !” she insists following you

“Why the fuck do you care ?”

“I’m your mother I’m allowed to know what you’re doing and do not speak to me like this !”

“My mother” you snort “Since when ?” you turn around to face her

“I raised you !” she screams in your face

“ You raised me ?” you repeat in disbelief “I raised me while you were too busy cooking and cleaning for your husband to take care of me”

“I’m not going to apologize for being a good wife !”

You huff “No but you should apologize for babying a grown ass man instead of your own daughter !”

“I was a good wife and I take pride in it. You can’t use that against me.”

“Yeah ? Look where that got you” you spit out looking her up and down in disdain

“It’s all a part of God’s plan and you know it, everything will come around you’ll see” she tells you with a hopeful smile on her face

You look at her expression and want to rip that smile off of her face, you want to rip her entire skin off of it actually but instead you cut her off when she starts talking about her precious God again.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP ! It’s a part God’s plan to ruin MY FUCKING LIFE ?” you shout “I had a plan, I had a boyfriend, a career to look forward to and now I have to take care of you when you never even bothered to take care of me ! I’m all alone with no future and stuck here with YOU” tears form in your eyes as your words sink in.

Your mother falls on the couch in exhaustion and you scoff.

“It’s not my fault I got sick.”

“No ? Then who’s fault is it ? GOD ?” you yell

“Don’t speak about Him like this ! You know, if you were a good Christian you’d be proud to take care of me.”

“Guess I’m not a good Christian then” you roll your eyes

“I pray every day for things to get better, I’ll pray for your soul now too.”

“Don’t bother.”

You jump at the sound of the phone ringing, dread fills your body. It’s probably Eddie and you’ll have to tell him that you can’t visit him anymore.

“Hello” You pick up the phone

“Hey sweetheart, how are you ?” Eddie’s voice fills the phone receiver and you melt inside

“I’m ok baby, what about you ? Please tell me everything”

“I’m great baby, the last show was amazing but we’ve been on the road for two whole days so I couldn’t call you” you can hear the pout in his voice “I missed you sweetheart.”

“I missed you too Eddie” tears are forming in your eyes again “so much” you add, your voice shaking.

“Hey, what’s wrong sweetheart ?”

“My mom has this new treatment that I have to pay for and I won’t be able to visit you in LA” you let out crying

“Oh baby it’s okay, I’ll see you soon I promise. Your mom’s health is more important right now we have our whole life to spend together, what’s a few more months ?” his comforting words do nothing to calm your sobs

“But I worked so hard to put that much money aside to come see you. I miss you so much, you have no idea”

“I know baby, I miss you too.”

“Do you know if Wayne was able to take some time off to come see you too ?” you ask him between sobs

“Yes he is actually, at first he told me he couldn’t afford it but the production team of the tour told me they’ll pay for his plane tickets and hotel room.”

You stay silent, your sobs stopping instantly at the news.

“But hey ! Maybe I can ask them to pay for yours as well ? I don’t think they’ll say yes since the offer only stands for family members but I can try !”

You grip the phone in your hand as you try to remain calm.

“Technically you’re my future wife so that has to count as family ! But I still don’t think they’ll allow me to fly another person. You know what I’m going to call Wayne right now and tell him you’re taking his place, I don’t care what they say-“

“Eddie, shut the fuck up” you say harshly cutting off his nervous ramble

After a few seconds he speaks up again “Sweetheart, are you okay ?”

“I’m fine. It’s fine. Wayne can go.”

“Are… Are you sure ?”

“Yes you’re right, I’m young and we have our whole life ahead of us, I have plenty of time to come and see you play. Wayne can go.”

“Sweetheart-“

“You know what it’s better this way” you cut him off again “At least I won’t have to leave my mother with some stranger” like you cared about that “And when I’ll see you perform it will be for your own tour not someone else’s.”

“Hum wow ok. Thanks, I guess ?” Eddie huffs in disbelief, you’ve never snapped at him like this before and you can hear the pain in his voice.

“I didn’t mean it like that Eds it’s just… I had a really bad day.” You sigh, when he doesn’t answer you add “And I believe in you Eddie, you’re a star, I know you’ll make it and you’ll be able to make any demands you want to your production team.”

“Thank you baby, I’m sorry but I have to go. I’ll talk to you soon.” He sounds a bit angry

“Oh okay…” your voice cracks up at the idea of him being angry with you

“I’m sorry you had a bad day, I wish I was there for you” his voice softens at your tone. You can hear Gareth in the back telling him to hurry up “Shut up dude !” Eddie says to him and you giggle at their banter, happy that his anger wasn’t directed towards you after all “I love you Sweetheart, more than anything I promise I’ll see you soon.”

“I love you too Eddie.”

“I can’t wait to marry you”

“Oh baby…” you tear up again “I can’t wait to begin our life together.”

“I love you, bye.”

“Bye”

You hang up the phone and dry your tears, when you turn around you see your mother staring at the tv from the couch, just the sight of her makes you angry again but you have to get ready for your shift at the diner so you leave the room without a word, at least you don’t have to jerk off some dudes in the back of the van anymore, fuck it if you can’t pay for her treatment.

“What’s for dinner ?” your mother asks you when you walk back in the living room in your uniform

“I don’t know I have to work, figure it out.” You shrug

She looks up at you and stares at your puffy red eyes “Why are you crying ?” she asks you with no ounce of sympathy in her voice

“I’m not” you reply defensively

“Then why were you crying ?”

“I wasn’t.”

“Did you boyfriend confess he cheated on you with one of his groupies ?”

Your clench your jaw at her words, why is everyone so obsessed with Eddie cheating on you ?

“No I had to tell him I couldn’t visit him since I have to use my money to pay for your treatment.”

“That’s not something to cry about, you ungrateful brat.”

“What am I supposed to be grateful for stupid bitch ?” you mutter under your breath

“Hey ! STOP TREATING ME LIKE I’M A BURDEN !” She yells at you

“SO STOP BEING ONE !” you yell back loudly looking into her eyes

You see her eyes widen in fear.

A few seconds pass and your mother is still frozen in place so you decide to change the subject.

“Hey mom, I’ve been thinking about something while I was getting ready.” You tell her in a completely different tone

She hums too shaken up to use her voice.

“Steve Harrington is really rich right ? And he’s been hitting on me a lot lately, maybe he can help us.”

“What ?” she asks confused

“Yeah, I could date him and get him to help us ?”

“What about Eddie ?”

“What about Eddie ?” you repeat back in a harsh tone your eyes growing cold again

“I… You … He’s your boyf-“ she stutters

“Eddie loves me” you cut her off “And I love him.” You state nodding you head. “He’ll forgive me, just like I’ll forgive him if he slept with other people on his tour.”

“What if he didn’t ?”

Your face falls in an angry scowl at this, everyone has been planting this idea in your head but now you’re the bad guy ? You had needs too, fuck you’ve been touching yourself every night since Eddie left, you miss him, you miss sex and affection with someone… anyone. Steve is attractive and before today you always welcomed his flirting with opened arms, you need the attention, you need someone to take care of you for once. You sigh loudly.

“There’s leftover pizza in the fridge, I was going to eat it myself after my shift but I’ll just pick something up from the restaurant. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You don’t wait for her to respond to get out of the trailer. You see Wayne smoking a cigarette looking in your direction when you get out so you wave and smile at him before getting in the van. Apart from Eddie, Wayne is the only person you like in this town, he’s more of a parental figure to you than your mother or her ex-husband ever was and ever will be. He smiles back at you but you can see the worried look in his eyes even from where you stand, maybe he heard you and your mother arguing, fuck.

 The next day after dropping your mother to chemo therapy you decide to go to Family Video. Steve doesn’t say anything when you walk in, it feels weird.

“Hey Steve” you tell him standing in front of the counter

“What can I do for you ?” he asks his usual chipper tone gone

“Accept my apologies ?” you ask back with a smile “I’m really sorry Steve, I was in a really bad mood yesterday and your joke about Eddie pissed me off… I didn’t mean anything I said I promise. I’m sorry.”

He sighs “Yeah Robin told me about your mother, sorry about that, it must suck.”

You stop yourself from rolling your eyes, you knew Robin would run her mouth.

“Yeah it does suck” you reply

“I mean having to stay here and take care of her, Jesus I get why you’re so upset now”

Your eyes light up, you weren’t expecting anyone to ever say that, especially not good boy Steve Harrington. People would call you selfish if you said that out loud, but not him apparently. You smile sincerely for the first time in forever and Steve blushes at your expression.

“Well since we’re all good now, what movie do you want to rent out today ? Sixteen Candles again ?” he smirks at you

“Hum no” you blush “I’m done with romantic comedies for now, I’d like something different”

“What do you feel like watching ? Action ? Sci-Fi ? Horror ?”

You shake your head “I don’t know, I just want to feel something and romantic movies aren’t doing it for me anymore.”

“Follow me” he instructs you

You follow him in another room separated by black curtains. The light was dimmed and the shelves full of naked women. You never even thought about this place having porn available to rent.

“That is different…” you tell Steve smiling

“Will that do it for you ?” he asks in a low voice and you feel your core throb a little

“I don’t know…” you blush again “I’ve never watched it.” You lie

“First time for everything ! Here may I suggest you a classic : Deep Throat” he hands you the box

“There are classics in porn ?” you laugh taking the box to read the synopsis “Hm I don’t know, are there any movies that aren’t all about men’s pleasure ?”

“Well in this movie her clit is in her throat so deep throating is how she gets orgasms !”

“Yes Steve, I can read but I don’t know” you shrug, you take a look around while Steve puts Deep Throat back on it’s shelf and your eyes land on a cover of two topless women kissing each other. “Ok I made my choice” you tell him showing him the box.

“Huh interesting, I haven’t seen this one.”

“Why isn’t that surprising ?” you tease him

Steve laughs and looks down at you ready to retort but you’re so close to him he ends up staring at your lips instead.

“Can I ask you something ?” you question him biting your bottom lip

“Anything”

“Can you watch it with me please ?”

This is how you end up in the back room after Steve closed the front door of the store ready to watch your ‘first’ porn. There’s almost no plot, thankfully but it was an interesting experience… The movie sucked but you could tell Steve was getting turned on by it.

“Do you like it ?” he asks you turning to face you and see you were already looking at him

“Yeah I do.” You reply staring at his lips and this time you lean in to kiss him.

He’s surprised at first but melts into it instantly, this poor boy was as touch starved as you were. You grab the back of his head to deepen the kiss and tangle your hand in his hair, they were too soft, straight and perfect but it’ll have to do for now. You both separate to catch your breath, his lips are so soft and his eyes aren’t the perfect brown you love so much but they’re still pretty. You bite your lip at his disheveled state, and kiss him again with more force.

You somehow end up on the floor on top of him, you rub your clothed pussy against his hard on. It was so dirty, you dry humping Steve Harrington on the dirty floor of Family Video even though you were engaged to the love of your life, but fuck Eddie right now he should’ve kidnapped you and married you on the road of his tour like a true Rockstar, he should’ve killed everyone and everything standing in your way. Images of Eddie covered in blood demanding you to marry him fill your head. You close your eyes and picture him under you, in a tuxedo covered in blood and calling you his wife. You could almost feel him putting his bloody fingers in your mouth murmuring that you’re his good girl when you suck on them. You want to kiss him smearing a mixture of blood and saliva all over your lips. But really you’re kissing Steve’s mouth and moan into the kiss when you feel yourself cum on top of him.

“Did you just cum ?”

“Yes” you answer out of breath “Fuck, please fuck me, I need to cum again, I need you.”

“You’re so hot” he tells you before kissing  you hard, he flips you over so you’re on your back and takes off your jeans and underwear at the same time, he barely get his cock out of his jeans before pressing it against your core “are you ready ?”

“Yes please fuck me, I want to feel you” you whimper

He penetrates you slowly, his eyes rolling back at the feeling of your wet pussy, you moan loudly your pussy still sensitive for your previous orgasm.

“Shh baby what if someone hears us” Steve hushes you

“I don’t care, please move.” You whine

He picks up a fast pace quickly making you a moaning whimpering mess, it feels so good but fuck you feel so guilty, you start playing with your skull ring absent mindedly but a harsh thrust against your g spot short circuits your brain.

“Oh fuck right there” you moan out                              

He keeps hitting that spot but it’s not enough so you start circling your clit with your fingers like Eddie would and you feel yourself clenching around him.

“I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that” Steve warns you

“It’s ok, I want you to cum. Please cum inside me” you beg him

“Oh fuck” he grunts

The feeling of Steve shooting his cum inside of you triggers your own orgasm. Your pussy clenches around him and milks him completely dry. His head falls in the crook of your neck, you tangle your hand in his hair and scratch his skull, the feeling of his straight hair almost repels you.

“Thank you” you whisper to him softly

“For what ?” he asks still pressed against your neck catching his breath

“For accepting my apologies”

You feel him chuckle against you.

“Fuck baby, you can apologize to me like this anytime you want.” You giggle at his remark and roll your eyes.

You pick up your mother in a better mood than when you dropped her off, if she notices she doesn’t say anything. Or so you thought because as soon as you get home she starts questioning you about your sudden good mood. But you don’t answer, too busy remembering Steve’s touches on you, it was wrong but his touches were exactly what you needed to survive life at the moment. You hear your mother grumble about you being a whore but you pay her no mind and get ready for your shift.

Eddie doesn’t call that day or the day after. He doesn’t call for weeks and you miss him but this time, Steve is here to distract you.

Finally you had your day off and you were excited to see Steve, he has a morning shift and then he’ll be able to spend the whole afternoon with you, your mother’s new treatment was making her sleep all day so she won’t bother you. You start cleaning up the trailer since you’re inviting him over for the first time. You were about to take the trash out when the sight of Wayne getting his bags in his truck stops you in your track, you stare at him through the window. You completely forgot today was the day you were supposed to see Eddie, the trash bag falls off of your hand.

Wayne gets to see Eddie in a few hours while you’re stuck here cleaning your shitty trailer in a town you hate. Your breathing picks up and your eyes water. It’s not fair. Why does he get to leave and you have to stay here ? You clench your fists and feel your nails digging in your skin, you blink as more tears pool in your eyes, you’re shaking and you feel like you can’t breathe anymore, just as you were about to pass out from the lack of oxygen the sound of a police siren in the distance makes you jump. You take a deep breath and unclench your fists, you can feel blood running between your fingers but you pay it no mind, still staring at Wayne. He sees you looking at him and waves at you, you panic when you see him approach your trailer so you quickly pick up the trash bag again and run outside.

“Hey Sweetie, how are you doing ?” Wayne asks you with a kind tone

“Hey Wayne, I’m ok what about you ? Excited to visit Eddie ?” you do your best to appear excited for him but fail miserably

“That I am ! It’s too bad you can’t come” he sincerely replies

“Yeah…” you throw away your trash and turn back to him “It’s ok I’ll see him soon”

“Well he wanted me to tell you that he tried to get the production team to pay for your plane tickets but they said no and he’s sorry”

“You talked to him recently ?” you frown

“Yeah, he kept bugging me about you and asking why you wouldn’t pick up your phone but I told him I’ve barely seen you these days, I tried to ask your mom about your work schedule but she said she didn’t know it.”

“She knows my schedule, it’s on the fridge” you state

“Oh ?” Wayne scratches his head awkwardly “Well, she seemed kind of off maybe it’s her meds ?” he offers in comfort

“Yeah… But wait, he called me ? I never heard the phone ring, I was waiting every day for him to call.” That’s not entirely true but you’re always near the phone when you’re home.

“Maybe you were at work” Wayne concludes

“Maybe” you wipe your forehead in thought and Wayne’s eyes widen at sight of blood

“What happened Sweetie ?” he questions grabbing your hands softly

“Oh it’s nothing” you pull your hands back quickly to wipe them against your overalls “I was just cleaning and cut myself doing the dishes”

Wayne frowns at you, he saw the crescent moon shape cuts inside your palms but decides against saying anything for now.

“Well make sure to take care of it okay ? Do you have anything you want me to say to Eddie ?”

Your eyes widen as you remember something “Wait here I have something for him, I’ll be quick.” You run back into your trailer and grab a small item from your nightstand, you eye your kitchen knife on the way out but shake the awful thought out of your head. Wayne is still waiting outside for you patiently when you walk back out. “Here” you hand him a small box containing a black ring with your future initials on it “Since I didn’t have the time to get him one before he left, I would have liked to give it to him myself but…” you shrug sadly “See I put an M for Munson next to my initial” you point out to him

Wayne hugs you and assures you he’ll give it to him the second he sees him.

“Please tell him I love him”

“Of course I will, and he’ll love the ring.” He smiles down at you

He leaves shortly after this, you wait for his car to leave the trailer park to let the smile on your lips fall. You run back inside and check your house phone and just as you suspected the cord was neatly cut. Your breathing picks up again.

“MOM!” you yell

No response, you barge into her room and shake her sleeping form. “WAKE UP YOU PIECE OF SHIT” you scream

Her eyes start to open and you slap her with all you have to get her to wake up.

“What the fuck ?” she exclaims in panic

“Why did you cut he phone cord ? Why didn’t you want me to speak to him ? You know I love him, why did you do it ?” you question her crying

“Get your hands off me !” she pushes you back

“Are you jealous of me and him, is that why you did it ?” you continue

She scoffs “Jealous of what ?”

“Of our love !”

“Oh please, he left you ! He left you like they always do, I was doing you a favor you stupid slut !”

You’re taken aback by her insult “Eddie loves me and I’m not a slut I’m almost married !” you exclaim showing your ring

“Right, everyone in town knows you’ve been offering your services for money” she lets out with a sadistic smirk on her face

“I only did that to pay for my plane tickets and your nurse” you retort unashamed

“And I don’t know who you’ve been seeing lately but I can tell you’ve been sleeping with another man, it’s written all over you” she spits out

“I’ve been doing this for YOU !”

“Please” she scoffs

“I jerked those guys off to be able to see Eddie and guess what ? Instead I had to pay for your stupid treatment that’s not doing shit !”

She offers you a disgusted look but you don’t care.

“And I’ve been sleeping with Steve Harrington so he could get his parents to help us with the bills” you lie through your teeth

She laughs “Like you care about me, all you care about is yourself ! You’re a selfish monster, you’ve always been selfish since the day you were born ! You try to pretend that you care but I know it’s been eating you up inside having to stay here with me instead of going on the road with your satanic boyfriend  ! And you know what ? I’m glad I got sick because now you’re stuck here with me, maybe that’ll give you a lesson on being a good Christian. Maybe you’ll stop thinking you’re better than me, better than this town, better than this life !”

“I HATE YOU” you yell at her

“You’ll end up just like me. Get that in that thick little skull of your-“ she’s cut off by a sharp pain, she looks down to see a knife planted in her chest, her eyes widen as she sees it’s your hand holding it. She looks up at you again to see your face red in anger staring right at her “I knew it” she lets out slowly feeling the life slipping out of her. You take the knife out and watch her fall to her knees in pain. “I knew you were a monster, saw it in your eyes the other day”

You scream at her words and stab her again “I WILL NOT BE STUCK HERE WITH YOU ANYMORE” you yell as you continue to stab her. ”I’M NOT STAYING IN THIS TOWN” you cry out loudly

You let out a sigh and stare at her body on the floor bleeding out rapidly. Shit, what are you supposed to do with her now ? Steve is supposed to come over later you can’t have a dead body lying around. You drag her body across the floor and throw it back on the bed, covering it with lots of covers to hide the blood. You close her blinds and shut the door behind you hoping it won’t start smelling bad too soon. You look down at your overalls, sad that you have to get rid of them now.

You proceed to get ready for your date with Steve, finishing cleaning the trailer and yourself. You jump off from the couch excitedly when you hear his BMW parking in front of your place.

“Steve !” you exclaim jumping in his arms as soon as he gets out of his car, it’s not like you care about anyone seeing you since Wayne left this morning.

“Hey baby, I’m happy to see you too” Steve giggles closing his arms around you

“Come with me” you grab his hand and pull him inside

You kiss him hard when you close the door, adrenaline pumping through your body.

“Please, fuck me right now” you beg against his lips

“What about your mom ?” Steve asks in between kisses

“She’s sleeping, don’t worry”

He picks you up and pushes you against the door, you close your legs around his waist and moan when you feel his hard on pressing against your clit.

“You look so pretty in this dress” he compliments you

“Want you to fuck me in it please” you whine

“Fuck, yeah I can do that baby” he grunts

He rips your lacy underwear off you and you moan at the action, you help him get his cock out of his unzipped fly and guide him to your pussy. You moan in unison when he penetrates you.

“I missed you baby” he whines against your chest

“Missed you too, so much”

He picks up his pace and you close your eyes at the intensity, you forget where you are, what you’ve done and what’s hiding somewhere under the covers. But you don’t forget about Eddie. You open your eyes and see him walking towards you, shaking his head in disappointment. _“I thought you were a good girl” _you whine when you hear his voice _“But you’re just a dirty fucking slut, aren’t you ? You can’t wait for me to come home so you fuck the first pretty boy that flirts with you, uh ?” he tsked at you and continues “Such a cock hungry little whore, let see how much you can really take baby. Can you take the both of us ?” _You moan louder and feel your orgasm approaching quickly.

“Fuck Sweetheart, I’m gonna cum.” You hear Steve say

You open your eyes, realizing they were closed the entire time. Eddie wasn’t here but you can still hear his voice in your head, threatening to punish you.

“Cum please, I want to feel you” you whimper out your eyes fluttering shut again in hope to see Eddie again.

You both cum after a few more thrusts, you want to scream Eddie’s name but you bite your tongue instead. After a few seconds, you open your eyes slowly and jump as you see your mother standing behind Steve looking at you.

“What is it baby ?” Steve asks you

You shake your head, once your brain is less cloudy you stare at the spot where you saw your mother and see that she’s gone.

“Nothing, aftershocks” you smile down at him and peck his nose

“You’re so cute” he sighs looking at you

“You’re not too bad yourself Harrington.”

Steve spends the whole evening and night with you, not even questioning why your mother hasn’t come out of her room yet. You guess spending hours in your bed fucking you made him dizzy enough to forget about her altogether.

You wake up the next morning cuddled against him, it was nice and warm you didn’t want to leave. But you have to get up and buy a new phone cord today and have your evening shift at the diner. Although you could afford missing one shift since you didn’t have to pay for your mother’s bills anymore.

“I want to stay here all day.” You murmur half asleep

“Me too” you hear Steve reply and smile

So you cuddle against him some more and fall back asleep. You both miss work that day.

That night when he’s slowly fucking you into your mattress you hear him whisper “I love you” against you ear. You smile, but tears fall down on your cheeks. Steve kisses your tears away and kisses you deeply making you moan against his mouth. “What’s the matter baby ?” he asks looking down at you. You shake your head as if to say ‘nothing’ so he kisses you again. He puts his forehead against yours “I love you” he repeats looking into your eyes.

“I love you too” you reply choking back a sob

Steve smiles at you triumphantly and picks up his pace. You don’t cum with him this time.

You lie awake while Steve sleeps soundly next to you. Did you love Steve ? He was sweet, handsome and he loved you. But he’s not Eddie. You sigh a shaky breath and close your eyes in hope to find some peace in your slumber, but you weren’t that lucky. A million scenarios goes through your head, Eddie killing Steve when he finds out and breaking up with you, leaving Hawkins and you behind to live his dream life. Then Steve killing Eddie, you killing Steve and ending up all alone. Then Steve and Eddie killing you because you weren’t loyal enough to make a good wife, this one hurt the most. But then another scenario comes, what if Steve and Eddie accepted each other and you ? You three could be the happiest you’ve ever been, with Steve’s money, Eddie’s talent and yours, your future would be bright. You’d have the chance to be with two handsome men, sleep with them, love them and they’d love each other too. You know Eddie is attracted to men and you accept him for who he is, and something’s telling you that Steve’s need to prove himself as a lady’s man was there for a reason. This scenario takes over your whole brain, giving you the illusion of being real. This is what your future looks like.

The next morning you wake up with a smile on your face. You wake Steve up with breakfast in bed and a kiss on the cheek.

“What do you have planned for today ?” Steve asks you sipping on his coffee

“Well I need to go to work but I’m not sure about my schedule for today so I have to call them. Oh that reminds me I need to buy a new phone cord ! Mine broke on accident that’s why I haven’t heard from Eddie in so long.” You babble “What about you ?”

“I start work at 2pm so I can go to the store with you if you want. What are you going to tell Eddie ?” he asks trying to sound casual

“I don’t know” you shrug “We haven’t talked about being bringing other people in our relationship, why would we ?” you laugh “So I don’t know how to bring that up.”

Steve stays silent with a confused look on his face.

“Maybe we can wait for him to finish the tour and we can talk to him together ! He’ll crack in a second when he’ll see your cute puppy dog eyes.” You giggle

“Wait, are you serious ?”

Your face falls at his question.

Steve scoffs “You think I want to be with you and Eddie ?” he questions

“Well it’s that or nothing. You know I love him.” You frown in confusion, you were sure he’d be okay with it.

“You told me you loved me !” he exclaims

“I do ! But I love him more, he’s the love of my life.”

“You cheated on the so called ‘love of your life’. Multiple times !” he states angrily

“He’ll understand” you shrug “He loves me and you said it yourself he’s probably fucking with a bunch of other people right now ! And I forgive him !”

“You’re a fool !” Steve says getting up to get dressed

“Where are you going ?” you ask with a pout

“Home.”

“You said you were going to the store with me”

“And now I’m going home.”

“You can’t leave me alone”

“You’re not alone, your mother is here. By the way where is she ? Are you sure she’s okay ?” he frowns in thought

You scoff “Now you’re asking questions about her ? Jesus.”

Steve just shakes his head and goes for your bedroom door but you step in front of him to stop him.

“Let me go.” He says sternly

“NO ! You’re not leaving. Why are you trying to leave ?” you shout

He’s surprised at your tone at first but anger takes over pretty quickly “Because I don’t want to be yours and your boyfriend’s toyboy, Jesus !” he screams back “Who the fuck do you take me for ? You think you can use me, fuck me like that and look me in the eyes and call another man the love of your life ?”

“You didn’t mind it before.” You point out dryly

“Move out of the way.”

“No you’re not leaving me ! You said you loved me, you can’t leave too !” you raise your voice again

“I do love you-”

“Then why are you leaving me ?” you cut him off sobbing hysterically

“You’re scaring me, calm down.” Steve moves to touch your shoulders but you push him off

“Stop lying ! If you loved me you wouldn’t do this to me, everyone keeps leaving me behind why are you doing this to me ?” you sob more

He whispers your name “I can’t be in a relationship involving another man. That’s not who I am” he tries to remain calm to not fuel your fire more than he already did

“Right” you scoff “Then why were you so eager to fuck me then ? You never even called me by my name before just ‘Eddie’s girl’. I noticed the way you looked at him when we used to come in together to rent a movie. You can keep lying to yourself about it but not to me. You like him.”

Steve is at loss for words and you see him clenching his fists.

“What are you going to hit me now too ? Will that make you feel more like a man ?”

“Stop it” he hisses                                                                            

“Fucking me wasn’t enough to prove to yourself that you’re not a just big fucking faggot huh ?!”

Steve throws his breakfast tray across your room at your words.

You scoff “pussy” and leave your room Steve following close behind.

“Don’t say shit like that to me !” He grabs your arm to make you face him

“What are you going to do about it ?” you challenge him the thrill you felt a couple of days ago coming back. You can see the gears turning in his head, he wants to hit you, he really does but won’t do it. He sighs and makes a move to let you go but you slap him, his face turns and you see him clench his jaw before he slaps you back. He hits you with so much force that you almost fall to the ground. Your right ear is ringing but you hear him mutter “fuck this” and grab his car keys.  Before you can think you grab the pan you used to make his bacon and hit him in the head from behind.

“You’re not leaving me !” you scream in rage

He falls on the ground unconscious.

“Fuck no no no no no no” you panic and check his pulse, you sigh in relief when you feel it.

But you can’t take him to the hospital he might press charges so you decide to wait for him to wake up and make things better before taking him to a doctor. You drag him back to your bedroom but he’s too heavy for you to be able to throw him on the bed so you let him lay on the floor.

You come back from a shower and Steve is still unconscious, you sigh and lay with him on the floor after getting dressed.

Hours later you feel him move against you, waking you up from a nap.

“Steve !” you exclaim

You hear him mutter your name softly and you smile at the sound.

“Yes Steve it’s me, are you okay ? How’s your head ?”

“Where am I ?” his words are slurred

“You’re in my room, remember we got into a fight earlier ? You slapped me but it’s okay I forgive you Steve, I’m sorry too.”

He says your name again and you smile caressing his cheek softly with your thumb. You feel a tear fall against your finger and frown.

“Why are you crying, what’s wrong ? Is it your head ? I’ll get you some ice !” you stand up but stop in your tracks when you hear him speak again

“I wish I never met you” he mutters

“What ?” you sit down next to him again

“I wish I never met you, you’re insane” he speaks up again louder

“You don’t mean that” you shake your head tearing up at his harsh words

“You’re insane fuck” he tries to get up but fails he looks up at you with a pleading look and you smile at his cute puppy dog eyes

“There’s my sweet boy” you whisper caressing his cheek again

“Don’t touch me” he spits out

“Steve it’s me you’re fine, I love you” you tell him

“You don’t love me, you’re fucking insane let me out of here” he tries to get up again but realizes that his legs and wrists are tied up “Fuck, HELP !!! HELP ME” he yells at the top of his lungs but you slap your hand against his mouth

“Shut up” you hiss. Steve still tries to yell, you roll your eyes at the pathetic muffled sounds and take out the knife you hid under your bed and press it against his neck “Knock it off.” You say with a harsh tone. He shuts up immediately looking terrified. “So you fuck me, tell me you love me and now you’re telling me you wish you never met me ? You’re sending me really mixed signals here Harrington.” You take your hand off his mouth but keep the knife pressed firmly against him.

“Please, let me go. I didn’t mean it ok ? I love you, I’ll be with Eddie too fuck I’ll have sex with him. I’ll do anything.” He pleads

“Yeah like you need my permission to do that” you roll your eyes

“I love you, please don’t kill me” he begs some more

You look into his eyes while he continues to tell you he loves you and begs you not to kill him.

“No you don’t.” you realize “You don’t love me. But thank you for making me feel like you do, I really needed that.” you smile sadly

Steve’s eyes widen before you slit his throat. You look him in the eyes as you watch the life leave his body through your blurry vision. You fall and cry ugly sobs against his body, you’re really gonna miss him.

You don’t leave his side until the next day, you cried some more when you saw a white veil forming in his beautiful brown eyes. At one point you decide you can’t take the sight of him like this anymore his body was becoming more rigid and turning a different color. You go through his pockets and fish out his wallet, no cash, fuck. But there’s a fancy looking credit card you decide to take with you just in case.  As you’re about to put his wallet back in his pocket a small polaroid of him and Robin fall out of it. You feel guilty at the sight of Robin looking so happy next to her best friend, she’ll never get to see him ever again… So you rip the polaroid in pieces, you do not need to wallow in guilt and pity right now. You get up to leave your room but turn back around to look at him. “I won’t be long, I promise. See you later” you tell him softly.

As you leave your room you smell the putrid odor coming from your mother’s bedroom. You really have no idea what to do now nor where to go, until you remember Eddie’s trailer was empty and he gave a spare key months ago, you left them in the van’s glove box.

The familiar scent of Eddie and Wayne’s trailer fills your senses and a warm feeling spreads through your body, like going home after a long vacation. You take a quick shower to get rid of the smell of Steve’s skin on you and walk into Eddie’s bedroom, you put one of his beloved hellfire club shirt on and some boxers before slipping into his comfortable bed.

“I miss you Eddie” you say out loud starring at the skull ring on your finger.

You stay in his bed for endless hours trying to feel his presence but as much as you loved his room, without Eddie it really wasn’t bringing much comfort anymore. You sigh and look at the clock on his nightstand, 5am. You really need to find a way to get rid of the bodies at your place before the smell starts to get noticed by your neighbors. You wander around in his trailer brainstorming until you finally find the yellow pages, you flip through them trying to find a store where you can buy hunting and fishing gears since you can’t go in town to purchase any of that, people would get suspicious. You find a place a few towns over : The War Zone. You take off Eddie’s shirt and put your dress back on, it’s not ideal to go shopping to an army surplus store but maybe it’ll make you look more innocent and you don’t feel like going back to your trailer to get changed. When you put his neatly folded shirt back in his dresser you notice something shining under an old pair of pajama pants, you take it in your hand and frown at the sight of a hunting knife. You’ve never seen it before.

At the War Zone you get tarps, knives, an axe, ropes and a Winchester Model 1200 shotgun. At the register the cashier eyes you up and down with a perverted look on his face.

“Why do you need all that for, pretty girl ?” he asks

“My husband likes to hunt.” You reply with a forced smile

“And where’s your husband ?” he questions raising his eyebrows

You clench your fists at his question. “At work.” You reply sternly, losing your patience

He hums and rings you up. You let out a small sigh of relief and unclench your fists, you were starting to bleed again.

“That’ll be 186$ ma’am”

“Here” you hand him Steve’s credit card and sigh in relief again when the card doesn’t get declined.

“Have a nice day Mrs Harrington” the cashier smirks at you handing you your bags and the credit card back.

“T-thanks” you stutter.

You leave the store as calmly as possible and drive off slowly. You’re dreading going back to Hawkins, you’re truly alone now, broke and no shoulders to cry on. You dry your tears and take several stops on the way back to calm your sobbing.

You arrive at Forest Hills in the afternoon, you don’t even dare to look in the direction of your trailer. You pick up your bags and walk slowly to your front step dreading the feeling of entering such an empty, dead place. You don’t even notice that your front door is unlocked when you open it. You walk in and set your heavy bags down immediately, you jump at the noise of someone’s heavy breathing. You snap your head towards the noise and find him. Eddie, Eddie is here standing in your bedroom’s door frame staring at Steve’s lifeless body, you take a quick glance at your mother’s bedroom and notice it’s open as well. But you don’t care because Eddie is here !

“Eddie” you say almost not believing the sight in front of you. He turns around to look at you with an unrecognizable look on his face. “I’m so happy you’re home” you smile widely at him.

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Eddie fell in love with you the first time he saw you, back when he had buzzed hair and you had just joined the cheerleading squad. He could tell you didn’t really care for it but he was grateful he got to see you in a short skirt on a daily basis for the next few years. Until you quit. At first he thought it was because your “friends” found out about your new living situation but the more he observed you the more it looked like you were ghosting them and not the other way around. He felt your heavy stare on him in the lunch room every day and in every class you shared, he ran into you a lot more than usual and he asked himself if you weren’t stalking him. The idea didn’t freak him out as much as it should, that’s why he was so reserved to talk to you after you moved to Forest Hills. Because truth be told Eddie has been hiding a lot of secrets of his own for the past few years and he was trying really hard to burry those secrets deep deep down.

Eddie liked to think he was a good person but the obsession he’s had with you brought out the worst in him, it started with him figuring out your class schedule so he could see you in the halls as much as possible, then he followed you home that one time just to keep an eye on you and make sure you were safe since you got into a car full of boys. After finding out where you lived he would drive by your house at night to try to catch a glimpse of you from outside. One summer night he saw you walking out of your house really late, his first thought was that you were sneaking out to go to a party but you didn’t look like you were going to a party, you were wearing overalls with absolutely nothing underneath it, his cock jumped at the sight. You started walking in the direction of the woods with nothing but the clothes on your back and a plastic bag in your hand, he decided to follow you from a distance to make sure nothing bad happened to you.

Turns out you lived pretty close to shitty shore of Lover’s Lake, well it wasn’t that shitty just old and not maintained by the city, at least no one else but you came here apparently, it was the perfect place to escape. He had to stop himself from groaning when you took your overalls off to jump in the Lake, even from afar he heard you moan at the feeling of the water against your hot skin. Eddie couldn’t help it and took his cock out of the confines of his jeans and jerked off to the sight of you, you were floating on your back and he could almost see how hard your nipples were from the soft breeze of the lake. He blew his load pretty quickly and felt guilty for a short while, the feeling replaced by panic when he saw an alligator swimming your way, he started jogging towards you to warn you but you got out of the water before it could reach you. Eddie hid behind a tree instead of walking back to where he was, you were so close to him now he could hear you mutter something in your breath. He gasped when you pulled a dead cat from the plastic bag you were holding which made you turn around. Thankfully you didn’t see him hiding in the dark. You threw the dead cat in the water and watched the alligator eat it. What the fuck Eddie thought watching the scene unfold.

He stopped stalking you after this, not because you freaked him out but because you didn’t. Your behavior made more sense to him now, the way you acted towards your ‘friends’, the fact that you were the only girl who didn’t mind dissecting a frog in biology or your lack of remorse when you messed up a move in cheer practice causing one of your teammates to fall and break her leg. Eddie understood with perfect clarity who you were, and still loved you for it. That scared him. So he continued watching you but from a far distance. Sometimes he allowed himself to drive by your house when he had to run errands but he never stayed, not for long at least. He failed his first senior year on purpose so he could stay close to you. Turns out it was worth it because after all those years, you started to notice him and fell in love with him too ! Eddie has never felt so loved and accepted before, as much as Wayne loved him he knew he would never accept his dark side, that’s why he hid it so well from the world. But he knew your love for him was unconditional, he could feel it.

But when his miracle happened and fucking Slayer, one of the most metal bands ever asked for Corroded Coffin to be their opener he could tell you weren’t happy about it. Well you were happy about his dreams coming true, but not about him leaving. He saw the tears running down your face while you forced a smile when he hacked Hawkins High’s prep rally. And an awful thought crossed his mind, what if your mother died before he left ? Then you’d be able to come with him.

He wanted to feel bad for wishing for your mother’s death but he just didn’t. Selfishly Eddie hoped her cancer would kill her before the tour started, or maybe for you to snap and do it yourself ? Eddie knew you hated her, she ruined your life and he knew you had a dark side as well. But maybe you weren’t capable of murder, shit Eddie didn’t know if he was capable of it either. While you were at work he drove to the War Zone to purchase a gun but chickened out at the last minute and bought a hunting knife instead. On the way back he spotted a metal shop while he was getting gas in a small town, that’s where he saw the perfect ring for you and the idea of asking you to marry him was born.

He really tried to convince himself that killing your mother was a good idea, he’d do it for you, to free you. But he chickened out for the second time that day and hid his knife in one of his drawers. What a coward he thought to himself. Well he wasn’t 100% a coward since he still managed to propose to you that night. His heart almost burst out of his chest when you said yes. You guys made love all night.

“I love you so much sweetheart, you’re the love of my life” he whispered thrusting into you

“I love you too Eddie, fuck, I’d do anything for you” you said back tearing up at the intensity of the moment

“Anything ?” he questioned you while circling your clit slowly

“Fuck yes, I’d fucking kill for you Eddie” you moaned lost in the moment

Eddie almost blew his load at your words.

“You’re such a good girl, cum for me baby I know you want to. I want to feel you cum around me” he groaned and you obeyed instantly.

“Yes that’s it” he cooed helping you ride it out “You’re so good for me baby, I can’t wait to make you my wife” he said before emptying himself inside of you.

Leaving you was the hardest thing he ever did. And while his friends were fucking a bunch of people and going to parties after concerts, Eddie spent his nights talking to you or Wayne on the phone. He regretted not going through with killing your mother or kidnapping you and force you to leave her there, he knew you wouldn’t have minded so technically it wouldn’t really have been kidnapping. He dreaded the nights he was on the road and couldn’t talk to you, even more after you snapped at him on the phone the other day. He knew you didn’t mean it, you loved him but he was worried about your mental health. He got more worried when you stopped answering his phone calls, had something happened to you ? The worst scenarios were going through his mind, he was scared that after all those years of repressing your violent urges you’d snap and hurt yourself. He told Wayne he was worried about you but he reassured him telling him that if something bad happened to you everyone would have heard of it by now. But the more time he spent without talking to you the more it was eating him alive, maybe you’d found someone else ? Someone who wasn’t a coward like him.

When Wayne arrived in Los Angeles to visit him he was excited to see his uncle but couldn’t stop himself from asking about you the minute he saw him. Wayne gave Eddie the ring you got for him and delivered your message to him. Eddie teared up, heartbroken he didn’t get to see you.

“Look son, I think you were right about her.” Wayne told him wearing a worried expression

“Right about what ?” Eddie frowned

“I don’t think she’s doing well, I hear her arguing with her mother all the time and…” Wayne stopped not sure how to bring that up

“What is it ? Please tell me” Eddie begged

“When we talked earlier… her hands were bleeding so I asked her what happened and she made up a story about cutting herself on accident but… I think she did it to herself.”

“What do you mean ?”

“Clench your fists really hard for a sec and look at your palms” Wayne instructed him “Just do it son” he insisted when Eddie gave him a confused look in response.

Eddie clenched his fists for a few seconds and opened his palms.

“See those crescent moon shaped marks on your skin ?” Wayne asked

“Yeah that’s from my nails” Eddie stated still confused

“Well she had those but much deeper, to the point where she was bleeding. A lot.”

Eddie had to choke back a sob at this, he was right, you were hurting yourself. Fuck, all he wants is to wrap you in his arms right now and take you away from whatever was causing you all this pain.

“Also I think her mother did something to the phone that’s why you haven’t been able to reach her.” Wayne adds

“Did she tell you that ?” Eddie questioned

“She didn’t have to.”

His conversation with Wayne hunt him for days, he should’ve never left you. You need him and he needs you. After his concert he talked to his band and the crew to tell them he had to go home for a few days and they needed to find a new front man for a couple of dates. The news wasn’t received well but he didn’t care he needed to see you and take you away from this life, you deserved better.

Eddie jumped on the first plane he could find to Indianapolis and hotwired a car to drive to Hawkins even if he could’ve flied back to Hawkins with Wayne a couple of days later, but there was no way Eddie could stay behind and do nothing for much longer. He had this weird feeling that something horrible was going to happen to you. Maybe it already has. Either way he did his best to cover his tracks that’s why he opted for grand theft auto instead of renting a car.

He got out of the car the second he spotted your trailer, he banged on the door calling out your name, no answer. It was the middle of the afternoon there’s no way you were at work, you never worked in the afternoons just the lunch and evening shifts. But maybe that changed and he didn’t know it because he hadn’t spoken to you in so long, what else had changed while he was gone ? He peeked inside and your place looked empty, cold, a shiver ran down his spine. He remembered where you hid your spare key and unlocked the door, he couldn’t explain why but his feet carried him to your mother’s bedroom instead of your own. He was met with an awful smell, like rot and gas, he covered his nose and lifted the covers. He didn’t jump at the sight of your mother’s cold, decomposing dead body, he already knew what he was going to find under the covers when he entered the trailer. He walked to your room, scared he might find you in a pool of your own blood and a razor in your hand. This time he really wasn’t expecting to see Steve Harrington with a slit throat next to your bed. His first instinct was to be jealous, what the fuck was Steve Harrington doing in your bedroom ? After a few deep breaths he realized he didn’t have to feel threaten by a dead body and weirdly found comfort in this thought.

“Eddie” he heard your sweet voice say, he turned around and saw you, the real you that you’ve be hiding from everyone all those years. “I’m so happy you’re home” you said and the most painful deranged smile he’s ever seen stretched on your lips. Even the worse that the one you wore at the prep rally.

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“Sweetheart” Eddie runs to you and pulls you into a bone crushing hug “Are you okay baby ? Are you hurt ?” he asks looking into your eyes

“Eddie, are you real ?” you say more to yourself than him, like you couldn’t believe he was standing right in front of you.

“Yes sweetheart, I’m real, I’m with you. I love you” he reassures you wiping the fat tears running down your face

“Eddie, I’m so sorry” you fall into his arms and soak his shirt with your tears and snot

“No baby I’m sorry, I should’ve never left you. Are you ok ? Like physically, are you hurt ?” he asks again

“I’m ok” you mutter and he breathes a sigh of relief

“Did Harrington hurt you ?”

You shake your head against his chest “Not physically” you whisper against him

Eddie frowns at your answer “What do you mean baby ?”

“Eddie” you look up at him with the saddest eyes he’s ever seen on anyone “He… he told me he loved me and then he was going to leave me ! Again ! I couldn’t take it anymore so I…” you can’t finish your sentence and hide in his chest again

A wave of guilt washes over Eddie and he understands the situation better now, you never liked Steve, whatever happened between the two of you. You were just projecting your love for Eddie into him. Eddie hugs you tighter and cries at the revelation.

“I’m not leaving you, ever again. I’m so sorry sweetheart. You’ll never be alone again.” He promises to you

You just nod against him.

You stay in this embrace for a while. Eddie ends up asking you if you’re hungry and you realize you haven’t eaten in days. Eddie sighs, kisses your forehead and rummages through your cabinets to find something to make you. He’s not surprised when he finds almost nothing so he opts for the classic PB & J sandwich. You eat while Eddie figures out a plan to get rid of the bodies, he looks into your bags and raises an eyebrow at the gunshot.

“Why did you get this sweetheart ?” he asks you

You shrug “I think I got freaked out about living on my own. So I got it for protection.” you answer

Eddie’s expressions softens and he kisses the top of your head. You smile at his action. He grabs the axe, ropes and tarps, it seems like you had a plan of your own already.

You both drag the bodies and place them on the tarps, Eddie takes charge of cutting them up into smaller pieces while you clean the bedrooms with bleach.

“What do we do with the sheets and covers ?” you ask him from your bedroom door

“We’ll put them in the van with the tarps and find a place to throw them out with their clothes.” He casually answers

You smile to yourself and whisper a small “yes sir”. How did you get so lucky to find such a supportive fiancé ?

By the time night falls, the trailer is clean of any evidence of what happened in the past few days. But overall not too clean so it doesn’t look suspicious. You wait until the late hours of the night to put everything you needed to get rid of in the back of the van. You also packed a bag of strict necessities at Eddie’s request.

Eddie drives his van into the woods to a place that looks more and more familiar the longer you get there. He parks at the abandoned shore you used to go swimming at night.

“How do you know about this place ?” you ask him

“Well one night I saw the most beautiful girl in the world walk here, get naked and swim with the gators” Eddie replies smiling at you

You face flush at his compliment.

You help him carry the bodies near the shore and throw them out in the water. You frown when you see them float.

“Can you get the marshmallows I asked you to pack earlier please ?” Eddie asks you

You run back to the van and fish them out of your small bag quickly.

“Thanks” he tells you kissing your temple

He opens the bag and throw the candies in the water near the bodies. After a few minutes you jump when you see the bodies sink, taken down by alligators.

“Alligators love marshmallows” Eddie informs you

“Yeah, figured.” You smile at him

Eddie smiles back and puts a gentle hand on the small of your back “Let’s go” he instructs you

“Where are we going by the way ?”

“I’m driving back to California”

You stop in your tracks “You’re taking me to California ?” your face lights up

“I’m taking you everywhere baby, then yeah we can settle in California once the tour’s over.”

“But I don’t have any money”

Eddie shrugs “I have some, and you can try reapplying to UCLA for the next semester”

“How do we explain this to Wayne ?” you frown in concern

“We’ll figure it out” he grabs your hands and kisses your knuckles “Together”

“Oh Eddie” you crash your lips against his

You both melt into the kiss, it felt like forever since you’ve been intimate. Eddie guides you both to the back of his van and lays you down. He kisses down your neck and your chest, grabbing them roughly through your dress. “Fuck baby, I missed you so much.” You just moan in response, he keeps going down and lifts your dress up. He smirks when he sees the wet patch on your underwear, he rubs your clit on top of your panties making you a whimpering mess, his eyes grow darker when he sees the wet patch growing bigger. Finally he pulls your underwear to the side and gathers your wetness with his fingers before circling your clit slowly in a teasing manner. “You’re so wet baby”

“I’m always wet for you” you whisper

“Yeah ? What got you so worked up sweetheart ?” he penetrates you with his fingers making your brain go fuzzy

“You, fuck. Seeing you with that axe and the blood…” you let out a particular loud moan “It’s so wrong” you whine hiding behind your hands

“Shhh it’s okay baby let it go, don’t hide yourself from me” he reassures you “I’m the one person you don’t need to hide from. Now be a good girl and cum for me, I can feel you’re getting closer”

He’s right, since you let the images of Eddie covered in blood in nothing but his boxers and a tank top flood your mind, the pleasure in your lower belly grew hotter.

“Cum baby, make me proud” Eddie says circling your clit a bit faster

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, you tense and relax as waves of pleasure take over your body. You hadn’t cum this hard in months.

“You’re so good for me baby, I’m so proud of you” Eddie coos kissing your inner thighs “I need to feel you sweetheart, you think you can take my cock ?” he asks you hovering above your face

You nod “Yes please, I want you to”

He crashes his lips against yours and licks the inside of your mouth. “My good girl” he whispers in between kisses. He pulls away for a second to pull his jeans and underwear to his knees. You moan into each other’s mouth when he slowly penetrates your pussy. It feels so good to have him inside of you again, your eyes tear up at the feeling of being so full. He thrust into you slowly enjoying the feeling of your soaking pussy around him, you feel him shiver at the sensation. Eddie puts his forehead against yours muttering praises at you. He picks up his pace, his cock hitting every spot without efforts. You close your eyes but Eddie reprimands you “Open your eyes baby, let me see you” you obey and tears fall down your cheeks. “What is it baby ?”

“I missed you so much, I love you Eddie, I love you, I love you. I don’t want to be away from you ever again” you ramble closing your legs around him bringing him even closer to you

“Shhh, It’s ok baby” Eddie coos at you wiping your tears

“Eddie I love you so much, I thought I was going to die without you please don’t go. I love you, I’d do anything for you” you cry

Eddie kisses you deeply pouring all his love for you into the kiss. “Sweetheart, I’ve loved you for so long, before we were together and even before you even knew who I was.” He caresses your cheek softly “We’re gonna be together forever, I will never let anything get between us ever again.”

“Promise ?”

“I promise my love” he kisses you again “I love you”

He picks up his pace again and circles your clit, hoping the pleasure will help you get rid of any bad thoughts swimming around your pretty head. And it works, you turn into a whimpering, crying mess letting out small ‘I love you’s. Eddie feels you tense around him and groans “fuck you’re gonna cum again baby ?”

You nod your head frantically “yeah” you manage to let out

“Cum for me I want to feel you, fuck it’s been so long, cum baby, milk my cock.”

You snap and your whole body shakes as the most earth shattering orgasm of your life washes over you.

“That’s so good baby, you’re such a good girl” Eddie praises you “I’m gonna cum” he grunts

“Please, make me yours” you whisper

“Oh fuck” Eddie’s thrust come to a halt and you feel his warm cum filling you

His head falls against your chest and you both stay in this position trying to catch your breath. Eddie lifts his head up to press another kiss to your lips and slowly pulls out of you. He puts his clothes back on and readjusts your panties and dress.

“I don’t think I can walk” you inform him with a small voice

“You don’t have to” he picks you up bridal style and you giggle

He presses a kiss to your nose and walks you to the passenger side of the van, you open the door for him and he gently sits you down and buckles your seatbelt for you. You hear him close the back door of the van before walking to the driver’s side. He buckles up too and starts driving back to the main road.

“We’re gonna drive for a few hours and try to find a junkyard to throw away the rest of the stuff back there.

“’Kay” you mutter sleepily

He snaps his head towards you and smile fondly when he sees you struggling to keep your eyes open

“You can sleep baby, we’ll stop to a motel once we leave the state.”

You hum in response.

“Hey sweetheart” Eddie tries to get your attention before you fall asleep

“Yes ?” you turn towards him

“I can’t wait to marry you”

You smile “Then we’ll be together forever, right ?”

He grabs your hand and kisses the back of it before interlacing his fingers with yours. “Forever”.

You fall asleep with a smile on your face knowing you finally get to live the life you deserved.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagines #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagines #eddie munson angst #steve harrington angst #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley smut #robin buckley x you #robin buckley imagines #stranger things imagines #stranger things smut #stranger things fanfiction #pearl!au #pearl!reader #pearl fanfiction #pearl imagines #pearl x stranger things #dark!eddie munson #dark!reader #robin buckley angst

[headcanonsandhijinx]

The Chain As Incorrect Quotes And Silly Drabbles

Is this just mainly Starkid/Trail To Oregon quotes to try and get me past my writers block? Yes.

Incorrect Quotes

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Before the chain had Wild to cook for them.

Warriors: “I can’t control when the stuff breaks. They’re just tiny little acts of Hylia.”

Time, done with everything: “Oh, my good friend Hylia is at it again, is she?” He walks over to Warriors and bends slightly so they’re at eye level. “Well, if *Hylia* keeps goofing off like this, I’m going to murder Hylia and chop her up into tiny little pieces. And I’m going to feed them to these starving heroes!”

***

Time, Legend or Wild when anything goes horribly wrong: “Sometimes Hylia, is a vicious two-faced prick.”

Sky, in the background: O-O

***

Wild, talking about his death: “I didn’t see a white light. I just saw a skeleton in a robe going ‘Come here. Come here.’”

***

The chain heading into a fight.

Hyrule: “What if this fight kills one of us?! Like you or Time, or Wild?”

Legend, trying to lighten the mood: “Oh well, if Wild dies, that’s just Hylia’s will, sorry Wild.”

Wild: “Oh, that’s okay. When you gotta go, you gotta go.”

*Brief pause*

Wild: “You’re talking about the shitter, right?”

*** (I used incorrect quote generators for these next ones.)

Wild: “Rules are made to be broken.”

Time: “They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.”

Twilight: “Uh, piñatas.”

Sky: “Glow sticks.”

Wind: “Karate boards.”

Legend: “Spaghetti when you have a small pot.”

Wild: “Rules.”

Time: “…Why do I even bother?”

***

Wild: “I just found out that humans are capable of fitting a light bulb into their mouth with ease but can’t take it out without shattering it, and now I have to physically restrain myself from putting a light bulb in my mouth.”

***

Wild: “Time for plan G.”

Time: “Don’t you mean plan B?”

Wild: “No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.”

Twilight: “What about plan D?”

Wild: “Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.”

Sky: “What about plan E?”

Wild: “I’m hoping not to use it. Warriors dies in plan E.”

Legend: “I like plan E.”

***

The chain have taken refuge from a thunderstorm in Wild’s Hyrule in one of the shrines.

Wild, recording on the Shiekah Slate to send to Zelda: “Stuck in a shrine elevator because Wind decided to jump.”

Everyone, except Wind: “Fucking mint.”

Wild: “Hyrule has had three panic attacks in ten minutes.”

Everyone, except Hyrule: “Fucking mint.”

Wild: “Twilight hasn’t said anything since we got stuck.”

Everyone, except Twilight: “Fucking mint.”

Wild: “Legend’s getting annoyed and yelling the whole time.”

Everyone, expect Legend: “Fucking mint.”

Wild: “Sky has just been playing the harp and praying to Hylia.”

Everyone, except Sky: “Fucking mint.”

Wild: “Four has to pee so bad he might get a bladder infection.”

Everyone, except Four: “Fucking mint”

Wild: “And Time’s the one we’re gonna blame because he’s old.”

Everyone, except Time: “Fucking Mint!”

Time, completely done with all of them: “Why me?”

(Meanwhile Warriors is stuck outside wondering what the fuck is taking Wild so long to come back and let him in.)

***

Drabbles

(I used she/her pronouns to refer to Wild in this Drabble so I guess it could be read as female!Wild, trans!Wild, or Genderfluid!Wild. It’s up to you. Also trigger warnings for harassment/mentions of harassment.)

The chain had been in Wild’s Hyrule for around a week now and were travelling to Gerudo Town. They’d heard news of more black blooded monsters in the region and decided to take them out before they caused anymore damage.

They had been trudging past the walls of Gerudo Town when someone called out to them and Wild immediately stopped walking and groaned, loudly and dramatically as she tipped her head backwards.

“Who is that?” Four asked as the group watched the man slowly run up to them.

“A creep who’s convinced that we’re dating because I did a job for him.” Wild groaned as she turned to face him. “Hello Bozai.”

“Ah, my desert flower, there you are. Why, I’ve been looking for you for ages. Where in Hyrule have you been?”

“I’ve been travelling, Bozai. Now what do you want?” It was odd to see Wild being so blunt and to the point, but nobody could blame her at this point.

“I wanted to see you, my love. I haven’t seen you since you returned from finding the Eighth Heroine’s sword.”

“I’ve been busy. I have to go now.” Wild started to turn away before Bozai side stepped into her view again and tried to take Wild’s hands in his before she sharply pulled out of his grip. The rest of the chain stiffened at how clueless the man was being.

“Wait a minute! I haven’t seen you in months and you’re just leaving me again.”

“Yes.”

“Well, that isn’t fair. I thought we had a connection. You went out of your way to find the Eightth Heroine’s sword for me.”

“Yes, I did. However, I only found the sword because you offered me the snow boots in return. That’s it. No more, no less.”

But Bozai’s face suddenly lit up and he laughed. “Oh, I see what you’re doing. You know me so well, I love it when you play hard to get, darling.” He made an attempt to grab at Wild’s hand again, but she stepped backwards towards the safety of the, blantantly pissed off, chain behind her.

Twilight had had enough. This guy was a creep and was clearly fine ignoring basic boundaries when he didn’t get his way. Fed up, Twilight stepped forwards and spoke.

“Sir, let me be perfectly clear. She has said ‘no’ multiple times, but you’ve ignored that so here’s my take on this.” He wrapped an arm around Bonzai’s shoulders and squeezed it just enough to be uncomfortable, before turning and gesturing at Wild.

“Now, you see that girl right there? Our mother made her out of her blood and her flesh, her sweat and her tears. And I love her more than the waking world,” Twilight’s voice hardened, losing the light tone it had had before. “But I will smother her in her sleep before I see her ruin herself with some thing,” Twilight gestured up and down at Bozai. “Like you.”

“So you better just run along now 'cause you'd have better luck sticking your pecker in a cactus.” He finished, leaving almost everyone speechless.

Bonzai glared for a moment before shoving himself out of Twilight’s grip and running off to continue his laps around the walls of Gerudo Town.

The chain were able to hold it together until Bozai ran around a corner and disappeared out of sight. They all looked round at each other and that’s when the dam broke. They all started laughing so hard that they could hardly breathe.

“Did you see his face!” Wind cried out as he doubled over and almost tipped face first into the sand.

“He’s never going to bother me again. I fucking love you, Twi!” Wild said as tears of laughter ran down her cheeks.

By the time the chain had managed to calm down, Bozai had turned the corner and came into view again, causing another laughing fit.

***

This is a minor add on to my previous oneshot called ‘What do you have? A rock. NO!” because I missed arguably the funniest part of the joke and I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to correct it.

* (Five minutes later) *

Hyrule turned and absent mindedly handed the fire rod in his hands to the person next to him. Not stopping to think that that person was Wild.

Wild, who had never seen a fire rod before.

Once it was in his hands, he stopped. He poked it with one finger, wiggled it back and forth, before shrugging and bringing it up to his mouth.

“No!” Everyone screamed as they realised what he was doing. Time almost fell into the camp fire in his haste to grab the rod away from Wild.

***

This is set in a post ‘Tears of the Kingdom’ AU where Wild had to leave the chain so he could deal with those events and came back later with more trauma and one less arm. So behold, an arm joke.

Time: “Hey can someone give me a hand with this?”

Wild: *without missing a beat or even thinking about it, takes off his arm and holds it out to Time*

Everyone: *either staring at Wild in horror or yelling, no inbetween*

Wild: “Oh shit! I didn’t tell you guys that my arm got burnt off by Ganon, did I? Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Everyone: “YOUR ARM GOT WHAT BY WHO!?”

***

#legend of zelda #linked universe #link #linked universe incorrect quotes #wild #Sky #wind #warriors #time #twilight #four #Hyrule #legend

[wellthebardsdead]

Clockwork heart pt17

Part 16 here

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Inigo: *riding on Roach, the horse Wyrm bought him with the little gold he had left so he wouldn’t have to walk* You are the dragonborn my friend?

Wyrm: *riding on Naomi, Taliesin hugging his waist with one hand and holding the reigns with the other* apparently…

Kaidan: *up ahead on Wyrms horse* apparently my arse, No normal person can move mountains with their voice like you can.

Taliesin: Or absorb the soul of a dragon like you did.

Inigo: well, I’m extra glad I did not kill you then.

Wyrm: you may as well have, something will eventually… *sighs* it doesn’t matter anyway. Once I’m home I’m never leaving again… making me the dragonborn surely must be one final cruel joke by the gods, I’m no hero or adventurer, I can’t even fight off some dogs or brandish a blade… *sniffles* papa was right about everything…

Taliesin: *strokes his hair* shhh, enough of that. You just need some help and practice is all.

Wyrm: I don’t even have two working arms…

Taliesin: … *looks up ahead at Kaidan* Kai, can I see the map please?…

Kaidan: Why? Think I’m leading us in the wrong direction?

Taliesin: no- *trying to hide the anxiety already building inside* a-are there any marked dwemer ruins nearby?

*several hours later*

Kaidan: *carrying Taliesin out of the ruins of Mzulft* Deep breaths you’re alive you’re not dead.

Taliesin: *coming down from a panic attack* we- are NEVER GOING IN ONE OF THOSE AGAIN!

Inigo: *carrying out a bag of loot* Is it a good book?

Wyrm: *holding the Lunar Lorkhan* I don’t know but… it feels strangely important given everything that’s happened to me recently… hm? *blinks spotting a building theyd missed* …Kai?? That key we couldn’t find a lock for, do you have it?

Kaidan: hm? Oh yeah- *unceremoniously drops Taliesin on his ass and fumbles around his bag for the key before handing it to him* here.

Wyrm: th-thank you. Tali are you okay?

Taliesin: *on the ground hyperventilating* I- I-

Kaidan: don’t worry I’ve got him. *pats Taliesin on the back* keep breathing you’re fine.

Wyrm: I… I’ll be right back. *watches him with growing concern before walking off to the building and opening the doors to find a store room inside* oh?… *looks around at the rows and shelves of spare pottery, parts and more* ohhh! *grabs several gears, metal plates, bolts and ingots placing them in his satchel before passing another door and immediately back pedalling as something blue catches his eye* what?… *places the key in the door and steps in as he unlocks it to see a strange shard of what he can only describe as blue glass* wow… *slowly touches it and feels his whole body seize in shock as another memory clouds his mind*

???: Aetherium? But sir we only have a limited supply left, and with the dwemer gone we don’t know how to harvest anymore, we should not start such a grand project if we are without means to finish I-

Sotha Sil: we do not need the aid of our deep elven cousins. I am aware of their methods and how we can obtain more if needs be. But in order to create my vision for our people’s future, I must first make the gateway to the plain where it shall take shape.

Wyrm: *let’s go of the shard and staggers back as he regains control of his mind* ughh- *rubs his face* Aw- shit. *huffs and rights himself* I wish that’d stop happening… *looks back at the shard before nervously poking it in case another memory sparks before quickly putting it in his satchel too and exiting the building*

Inigo: *leaning against the entrance* Anything interesting?

Wyrm: it was just a storage room but I found some gears to repair my arm!

Inigo: that is great news my frie-

Taliesin: *having a coughing fit after hyperventilating so hard he started crying* I can’t breathe- I can’t breathe-

Kaidan: *at a loss on how to help him* T-Taliesin calm down! You’re outside now you’re safe-

Wyrm: *hurries over and shuffles his way into taliesins lap hugging him and taking his hands* shhh, it’s okay, it’s almost over now… *pulls his handkerchief from his bag and wipes his face* y-your makeup is running, it’s alright Tali I-I’m sorry you went through all that just for me…

Taliesin: *sniffles and rubs his face choking back another sob* I’m- im fine- I’m fi- *coughs* w-wanted to make you happy again- I forgot h-how horrible those dreadful r-ruins are-

Wyrm: *keeps drying his face just letting him ride it out knowing how hard anxiety like this is to stop and how similar they are to his sensory overloads* I-I’m so greatful you went through it for me, y-you didn’t have to. *takes his hand to move it from his face only to feel the larger elf squeeze it a little tighter than he’s comfortable with but not in a cruel way* … *squeezes back* I’m here.

Taliesin: *breath uneven and in short bursts as he begins to steady and ground himself feeling the weight of the small dunmer in his lap, his hand in his, the sweet smell of citrus in his hair mixing with the smell of sandalwood from his robes* I… I’m… I’m okay, I think- *clears his throat and sniffles back tears* I lost myself for a moment there-

Wyrm: it’s okay to lose yourself, so long as you come back to us eventually. *smiles and dries his face cleaning his eyeliner up* I-I don’t blame you for being frightened, that centurion had you cornered, if inigo didn’t jump on it when he did I don’t think Kaidan could have stopped it in time.

Inigo: the hero again~ *snickers walking by*

Taliesin: I… *sighs rubbing his face* I’m just glad to be out of there… I only wanted to help but…

Wyrm: m-maybe next time we avoid going into dwemer ruins.

Taliesin: *nods and laughs softly* y-yes, that. That sounds like a great idea. *smiles warmly at him as he finally calms down, feeling oddly at peace as he stares at Wyrms sweet smile and gentle face* I… *finally realises Wyrm is just sitting in his lap* I- um. *clears his throat and lifts him up as he rises to his feet* d-did you find anything you can use? *sets him down*

Wyrm: yes! I should be able to fix my arm now. Thank you Taliesin. *suddenly gives him a hug before running over to the horses leaving Taliesin standing there stunned*

Kaidan: *pats him on the back* Smooth.

Taliesin: Bugger off.

Kaidan: Hehehe~

*that evening*

Wyrm: *seated at a table in the Braidwood inn as he tinkers with his arm, the group having decided it’d be best for all of them to avoid windhelm and it’s unwelcoming inhabitants* just- go- I- *pauses watching the bolt he was trying to fit into place pop out of its position and fall off the table and onto the floor* Aw biscuits… *shifts and reaches down to get it only for Taliesin to grab it for him*

Taliesin: you should be in bed little moth. *hands him the bolt*

Wyrm: th-thank you. I will be soon I just- wanted to get my arm fixed tonight… it’s just a lot harder without mr wrench to help me…

Taliesin: Mr? Wrench?

Wyrm: oh- *blinks suddenly making his Pearl eye glow and a projection of a tiny dwarven spider suddenly appearing from it* one of my-… well… I guess he’s my only automaton now… I built him from scraps and he helps me build things.

Taliesin: *staring at the projection in amazement* I?! How?! How are you doing that??!

Wyrm: huh? Oh, i-it’s one of its enchantments. I’m very good at enchanting things, I can store memories in it, it’s, like a lexicon but very small. But it mainly just helps me see. *blinks making it disappear* it’s just magicka made visible, like fire or lightning for a destruction spell or an illusion spell. I keep memories that make me happy in case I’m sad… *looks down slightly before shyly blinking again making a projection of taliesins tear stained eyeliner smudged face appear* thank you for making me happy too.

Taliesin: *visibly blushes feeling his heart skip a beat* I- I you’re welcome but did you really have to pick that- I look dreadful!

Wyrm: *giggles*

*a few hours later*

Wyrm: *sharing a bed with Taliesin as Kaidan & inigo bunk together on the other* mnn *shifts uncomfortably as the hay pokes him and the old furs itch his skin*

Taliesin: *blinks open his eyes, too uncomfortable to sleep as well* itchy?

Wyrm: *nods* yeah…

Taliesin: *shifts and gets up pulling his thalmor robe from his bag*

Wyrm: t-Tali put it away you’ll get arrested if someone sees-

Taliesin: *suddenly turns it inside out and lays it over the hay and furs* nobody will be able to tell. *smiles and lays on it, gesturing for the small dunmer to shuffle closer*

Wyrm: *gladly does as he’s asked, wanting more so to cover it with himself in case somebody comes in and sees it* th-this feels much better.

Taliesin: *yawns and nods* I agree. If all else fails we always have our bedrolls.

Wyrm: *nods and shuffles a little closer resting his head against his chest* I-I never thought I’d miss my bed so much when I left home… but anything is better than the sleeping arrangements here…

Taliesin: *visibly blushes feeling the dunmer so close* Then we’d best get you back home as fast as we can so you can rest c-

Wyrm: *blinks wondering why he paused* Tali? *looks up at him to see him frozen in place* …Tali?… *notices he can’t even hear his heartbeat anymore* … *gets up in a panic only to see Kaidan frozen mid snore and inigo mid stretch* Wh-what- what’s happening?… *looks around the room before stepping out to see the inn and it’s patrons frozen in time, the fire unmoving, the bard mid strum of her lute, a cork from a bottle of wine halted in mid air* I- *jumps and spins around feeling something touch his shoulder but unable to see what’s there* h-hello? *reaches out and feels nothing beyond a sudden and painful headache* th-this happened in saarthal too- before- before- before- *grabs the bar as his mind flashes images of the orb and the memories of creation, the throbbing of his head pounding like a drum and beating in tandem with a heart he’d seen shot into the sea* p-papa- I-I’m- dying- it- hurts- it- hurts- it- *falls silent as cool metal touches his face, a hand, elegant in design, and a now familiar, kind face smiling back at him beyond a white void… sotha sil* y-you…

Sotha Sil: *smiles warmly at him, his very presence bringing him a strange comfort* shhh… you’re not dying… You can’t die.

Wyrm: I-it hurts- it hurts my head hurts- my heart it’s so loud- wh-why m-me- why are you killing me?

Sotha Sil: *bearing a look of immense sadness and hurt on his face that his means of protecting him would cause him pain* Kill you?… impossible… *shakes his head* No matter. I won’t allow them to use you for their plans. Please bear it for a moment longer…

Wyrm: u-use me? W-who? Wh-what do you mean impossible?

Sotha Sil: *smiles* You can’t kill a god.

“Sahloknir, ziil gro dovah ulse!”

Wyrm: *gasps as he comes back to reality, only to find himself no longer in the inn, but standing atop the hill near the settlement, his nightshirt and trousers drenched from the rain… and the world eater glaring down at him as he brings forth his ally from the earth* …I’m going to die…

#wyrm dragonborn #alduin #skyrim taliesin #inigo skyrim #Kaidan skyrim #sotha sil #skyrim

[medusapelagia]

01 Au-gust: Sightless

Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: Blind Steve Harrington, implied reference to depression WC: 568

“Look where you're going! Are you fucking blind?” It’s ok… it’s just a figurative speech. It means nothing at all. Only… only… Steve is blind. They removed his bandages today, hoping that after some rest his eyes would have gotten better, but they didn’t and he is fucking blind. And someone is screaming at him and he doesn’t really know where he is and… “Stupid prick! He can’t see!” A familiar voice yells back, and two strong hands are wrapping him in a tight hug. He doesn’t listen to the discussion, he just lets himself be held tight. His lungs feel too small, he can’t take any deep breaths. His life is over.

He will never be able to fight if the Demogorgons come back. Not only is he not useful anymore, but he is also a liability. They should have left him in the Upside Down. Those stupid bats should have killed him when he came back to the trailer. “Hey, baby. I’m here. It’s fine. Everything is fine. Please take a deep breath, uh?” Steve shakes into Eddie’s arm, unable to speak. He knows a thing or two about a panic attack. His mother used to have them all the time. God, he is becoming like his mother. He will become a useless drunk in no time. Eddie is still talking to him, people are getting closer. For a moment he is glad he is blind so he can’t see them. He doesn’t want pity. “Come on big boy. Let’s go.” Eddie shakes him and tugs him away. There is a strong smell. A bad one. “Where the fuck did you take me? To a dumpster?” He asks sourly. Eddie pushes him against the hard wall. “Don’t say shit like that. Not to me. Not to the kid.” “What?” “You are not useless and even if you were… we love you, Steve! We love you for who you are!” “And who the fuck am I Eddie? Who am I if I can’t see for shit? Who am I if I can’t swing my baseball bat against monsters? Who the fuck am I?” The panic has become anger and anger feels like fuel in his veins. But Eddie's grip on him is tight. “You are the boy who came back to save his friends from demobats. You are the one who helped a boy find his pet and ended up fighting three fucking demodogs on his own. You are the one who always goes first.” Their foreheads touch “You are the one who always does his best. And I’m the one at your side.” But now… now everything is different! “It is and it’s no.” Eddie replies brushing some hair behind his ear “I know you. You’ll become a fucking Daredevil in no time.” “Who?” Eddie smiles. He can feel it in the way he is breathing, in the muscles against his cheek. “Let’s go home, Stevie. I have to teach you so much about being a proper nerd!” “I’m a jock.” Eddie breathes deeply next to his cheek “That you are, baby. My beautiful, strong, and stubborn jock.” Then he takes Steve’s hand and pulls him a little until Steve is following him outside the alley. It’s a sunny day. He can feel it. And Eddie’s hand in his is warm and firm and maybe that’s all he needs right now. A warm and firm touch.

#steddie #au gust 2023 #tumblr fic #my fanfic #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson #steve harrington #medusapelagia #medusapelagia fanfic

[strangerthingslover69]

Number 18 ~ Part 2

Joyce and Hopper tried to take off your chains but it was no use. No matter how hard they pulled they did not budge. You had to ask them to stop as it was starting to become painful. Your eyes fill with tears as you look up at the group of strangers. ‘It’s no use, I I am stuck’ you say lowering your head. Joyce and Hopper turn to one another, ‘we’re going to get you out sweetie. We’re going to look for something to break these chains okay?’ She says getting up. You quickly reach for her hand. ‘Please. Don’t leave me’ you say pleadingly. ‘I’ll stay with you, whilst the others look. If that’s okay?’ The man who found you offers. You look at Joyce and she smiles. She makes you feel safe. You trust her. ‘Okay’ you say letting go of Joyce’s hand. She brings her hand to your shoulder rubbing it comfortingly, ‘we’ll just be out there sweetie. Dmitri will look after you don’t worry’ she says with the same warm smile. The others leave the room and go look for a way to help you out of the chains. The Russians knew you’d be able to break them easily with your powers so they made these ones even stronger than before

The man who you know as Dmitri steps slowly towards you, ‘may I sit?’ He asks pointing next to you. You look up slightly and nod before quickly looking away. He sits next to you on the floor, his knee brushes past your leg making you flinch. ‘Sorry’ he says shuffling back a little. You both sit there for a minute before you speak. ‘Did you kill it?’ You ask looking up. Dmitri looks at you puzzled. ‘The monster. Did you kill it?’ You ask. ‘Yes. It was in pain. Even though those creatures are not pleasant I did not like hearing its screams’ he says to you. You nod slowly. ‘I didn’t either. It’s been screaming for days I think’ you say sadly. ‘Days? I’m sorry you have to endure that’ he says shuffling on the floor, it wasn’t to most comfortable floor to sit on. ‘Endure?’ You say confused you have not heard that word before. ‘I mean I’m sorry you had to suffer from listening to that creature’ Dmitri explains to you. You nod slowly. You hear the others still moving around outside, you prey that find something to help you. ‘May I ask you a question?’ Dmitri asks turning his head back to you. You nod. ‘How long have you been here?’ He asks. ‘I’m not really sure. I know it’s been a long time though. Can I ask you a question?’ You say picking at your nails again. Dmitri nods. ‘What year is it? No one would tell me anything. Not the time. Day. Week. Month. Year. Nothing’ you say sadly. You don’t remember any concept of time. It could be morning or night you wouldn’t even know the difference anymore. ‘1986, it’s March 26th which I think would make it a Wednesday’ Dmitri replies working it out. You knew you’d been in Russia for a long time. You just didn’t realise how long. How long you’ve been hidden away from the real world. Your heart begins to race. Palms sweaty. Head spinning. Heavy breathing. ‘Are, are you okay?’ Dmitri asks but you don’t reply. You don’t hear his words. You hear your heart. You start rocking back and forth. ‘No no no’ you say bringing your hands to your face trying to stop the tears. ‘18 this is not how we behave. You can’t let your emotions control you. Remember what we talked about’ you hear your Papas voice in your head again. You can’t breathe. Your head feels dizzy. Your ears ring.

Dmitri does not know what to do. He thinks your having a panic attack? What do people do to help? He doesn’t want to scare you but your getting worse. Your struggling to breath. He shifts to sit in front on you, he slowly moves closer to you. He leans forward moving his hands to reach your off your face. You don’t fight back. You can’t. You don’t even see who is in front of you as your eyes are pouring the tears. He moves closer, brings your hands to his chest. ‘Look at me’ he says in a calm and quiet voice. The way he’s talking you can hear him again. You slowly look up at him gasping for breath. ‘I need you to take some deep breaths. Okay? Do them with me. Breath in. And out. And in. And out.’ You listen to his voice. You focus on him. You understand what he is saying. You copy what he is doing. Breath in. And out. Breath in. And out. Soon enough your breathing together. Your heart begins to return to its normal rhythm. The tears have stopped now. Your fully focused on Dmitri. Focused on his eyes. They helped you calm down. The blue reminded you of the sky, your pretty sure the sky was blue

‘Feeling a bit better?’ Dmitri asks stroking the back of your hands as they are still in his on his chest. You nod. ‘Yes. Sorry’ you say putting your head down. ‘Don’t be sorry, I guess you’ve been here a long time?’ He says with sadness. ‘I, I’ve been here for nine years’ you say as your lip trembles. Dmitri does not know what to say. Nine years? How the fuck have you been here nine years and non of the guards knew. How did he not know? ‘I am so sorry’ Dmitri says squeezing your hands tightly. Before you answer the others come back through Hopper is carrying something. They all look at you and Dmitri. Joyce comes over, Dmitri goes to let go of your hands but you keep them in place. ‘Sweetie are you okay?’ She asks rubbing your shoulder again. You nod. Hopper comes over to your other side, you still refuse to let go of Dmitri’s hands, keeping them tight in yours. ‘We found these. Hopefully they’ll do they trick’ Hopper says holding up something big and metal. ‘What are they?’ You ask staring a little afraid of them. ‘Pilers. But industrial ones. They can cut through anything.’ He says brining them to your chains. You flinch as he moves closer. He stops before cutting them. ‘I promise they will not hurt you. I’m going to use them to cut these off.’ He says reassuringly. You look and Dmitri who nods and smiles at you. You smile back and turn to Hopper nodding to let him use them. You close your eyes and squeeze Dmitri’s hands as he cut the chains off that are attached to the wall. Dmitri squeezes your hands back. You hear a *clink* then him moving to the other chain, you hear the same sound again. Your wrists feel lighter. You open your eyes to see your wrists no longer attached to the chains. You finally let go of Dmitri’s hands and rub your wrists. You see them imprint of the chains that have been there for a long time. You look up at Hopper with tears in your eyes again. This time happy ones. ‘Thank you Hopper’ you say with a smile. Hopper smiles back, ‘no problem kid, now let’s get you out of here.’ He says getting up. Hopper and Dmitri help you stand up. Your a little wobbly as you can move more freely the most you’ve ever moved. You stumble a little but the men catch you.

As you start to walk the man with a beard talks. ‘We need to get out of here, fairly fast as we do no want to be caught by our lovely hosts .’ He says sounding rather stressed. ‘Murray’s right, we’ve got to be fast to get past the guards’ Hopper replies. ‘There’s another way out’ you say. The group turn to you. ‘Under the object with wheels. There’s a crate the men called it. It leads down to some tunnels. A long walk I think but that’s how to escape’ you finish. ‘How do you know that?’ The man you now know as Murray asks. ‘The guards. I’ve heard them talk about it. It’s how they would get others here. They called it a ‘тоннель удовольствия?’ (Pleasure tunnel) you try to repeat the word back. ‘тоннель удовольствия? (Pleasure tunnel) Really?’ Murray asks you looking unamused. ‘Yes. I do not know what they mean. They would bring others here. I never saw them only I would heard screaming but they didn’t sound like bad screams’ you say remembering the strange noises. The others look at one another, you just stare at them confused. ‘So erm, what does that mean?’ Hopper asks clearing his throat. ‘Well American it means ‘pleasure tunnel’ Dmitri answers looking somewhat amused. ‘I heard through others of such a thing but I thought they were making it up. I guess not’ Dmitri shrugs. ‘Whats pleasure?’ You ask turning to Dmitri. His cheeks change colour slightly you do not know why. ‘It, it erm. Means something you enjoy. Something that brings you enjoyment’ he says in a hushed voice. ‘Oh.’ You say pondering your thoughts. ‘Like you?’ You say turning to him again. Dmitri raises his eyebrows, ‘I’m, I’m sorry?’ He asks looking a little hot. ‘You brought me pleasure. You found me’ you say with a warm smile. ‘Oh, oh right. Of course’ he says looking at the others who are not sure what exactly to say. ‘Your innocence is sweet. You have a lot to learn’ Murray says with a smile. You look at him confused. The others say nothing. ‘So this crate, let’s go find it yeah?’ Hopper asks you all. ‘Yes! The crate’ Joyce says leading the way. The others follow, you behind leaning on Hopper and Dmitri. Joyce finds the crate hidden under a cart, Hopper let’s go if you leaving you to hold Dmitri. He pushes the cart out of the way and lifts up the crate. He looks down, ‘okay, let’s go’ he says helping Joyce down, Hopper follows helping the man with his hands tied behind him, then Murray.

‘Okay all clear!’ Murray shouts up. You look down and it makes you feel a little dizzy, you hadn’t been out of that room in a while. It was a lot to take in. Dmitri notices your hesitance. ‘Why not go on my back and I can take us both down?’ He asks rubbing your arm kindly. ‘But how?’ You asks confused. ‘I’ll show you’ Dmitri let’s go of you a little bit, he turns and crouches down in front of you. You stare at him confused unknowing what to do. ‘Here’ he says grabbing the back of your legs lifting them to his back to wrap around his waist, your hands instinctively go around his neck to hold on. ‘This okay?’ He asks turning his head slightly. You nod. ‘Hold on tightly. Do no let go okay?’ He says as he starts to make his way down the steps. ‘Okay’ you whisper. You do hold on very tightly as you’re scared he might drop you. Dmitri takes his time slow and steady with you. As he reaches the ground you don’t let go. You haven’t even opened your eyes. He taps your hand, ‘you can let go by the way’ he says. You open your eyes to see the others waiting for you, ‘oh. Sorry’ you say quietly as your feet touch the floor. ‘I guess we better start walking’ Hopper says leading the way with his flashlight, Joyce walks with him. Murray and the tied man walk behind. You and Dmitri walk at the back. This was going to be a long walk, but you didn’t mind. You were happy to be out of that god awful room. All thanks to Dmitri finding you

#dmitri antonov fanfic #dmitri stranger things #dmitri antonov x reader #dmitri x reader #dmitri antonov #enzo x reader #enzo stranger things #strangerthings #jim hopper #joyce byers #murray bauman #yuri ismaylov

[liighty]

Strong Enough

(A/N): Not crossposting this on AO3 but I wrote a scarian oneshot there for doublelife if y’all are interested

(https://archiveofourown.org/users/liighty)

[Not a link, copy and paste if needed]

Anyways, this is my first time writing for Jimmy and Tango (I wrote for Tango once (1) in an rp with a buddy and then never used him again, so if the characterization is poopoo, i sincerely apologize)

Mini Summary: (Pre-Session 3) After the burning of the Ranch, Jimmy starts to doubt himself and everything he’s ever done before. Tango is there to provide some common sense and snap him out of it.

Rating: General I’m pretty sure

Warnings: Panic Attacks, Self-Doubt, I think like a little cursing but I really don’t think there’s anything really bad, also a really stupid pet name

Pairing: DL!TangoTek/DL!Jimmy Solidarity (/r)

Word Count: 511 :sadkermit: (It’s a drabble if you check out my ao3 I have much longer fics i promise)

Fic under cut!

Jimmy hiccups as he clutches onto Tango’s back, holding his soulmate tightly. He sobs quietly, shaking like a leaf, and Tango lets him get his frustrations out as best as he can. It’s only fair, considering all that Jimmy did to calm Tango down after the burning of their ranch.

The cold air running through the newly exposed ranch was the cause of this bout of depression, to nobody’s surprise outside of Jimmy. He thought he had this under control, that this didn’t bother him as much as it should, and that he’d be able to compose himself to be strong enough for Tango. Of course, he was wrong. It’s Jimmy Solidarity, for Void’s sake. When’s the last time he was strong enough for anything?

“It’s- ‘s my fault, Tango- None of this would’ve happened if it weren’t for- if it- I-“

Tango pulls away from their hug and gently yet firmly grasps Jimmy’s face. “Hey, that’s enough outta you! Am I mad? Do I look mad?”

“You were mad earlier…” Jimmy sniffles between sobs.

“Yeah, but not at you. Never at you, Jimmy.” 

Tango presses a gentle kiss to Jimmy’s forehead and rests his own head against the spot he kissed. “We’re gonna be okay, alright? I got a plan to get ‘em back, and it’s gonna be great. There’s no need to be sad, okay?”

“…I’m sorry. I should- I’m not…”

“You’re not what, Jim?”

“…I’m not strong. I’m sorry.”

Tango blinks, his red eyes staring at Jimmy as if he just said the sky was green. “I’m sorry, what? You- You don’t think you’re- Jimmy, are you kidding me?! You’re the strongest person I know! I mean, physically, you’re super strong! You can wrangle cows and not have to use leads sometimes, and I think that’s great! Plus, you can pick me up like a princess, and I’ll have you know that I enjoy that very much.”

Jimmy giggles slightly, and Tango grins.

“You’re not just physically strong either, y’know. Last season, it took two people to talk me out of killing Bdubs after he killed me, and I still almost did it! But today? You calmed me down all on your own, and I’m not mad anymore. Well, I am a little still. But that’s not the point! The point is, you helped me. You held my hand while it was scorching hot and kept me from murdering Scar and starting a war. That takes so much strength, babe, and I know it’s hard for you to believe it, but-“

“B-“ Jimmy laughs quietly, “Babe? Did you just call me-“

“Wh…-“ 

Tango’s ears go bright red, and he quickly stiffens. “I didn’t mean to! I was just- I mean, it- I-“

His tail droops slightly. “…Yeah. I did.”

“Well, I don’t think I can be sad after that. You should call me that more, I think.” teases the blond, pressing a little kiss to Tango’s nose. “Cuddles?”

Laughing, Tango wraps his arms around Tango and pulls him back down onto the bed. “Yeah, you big goof. Cuddles.”

#rancher duo #team rancher #trafficshipping #dlshipping #solidango #solidaritek #jimmango #hehehe mango #uh anyways #why are there so many ship names pls #liighty.txt

[khaleesiofalicante]

I loved this chapter. Malec in the beginning and sexy Anakin Skywalker. Chef's kiss.

But, christ, I have so much rage at David this chapter, some of which he definitely doesn't deserve.

“Is this why you haven’t been eating properly?” David asked him. Max managed a nod. “How long?”

This made it into the show. Doesn't that mean the entire freaking world would look at how ripped Max is in present times and just be like, yeah that dude has been going through a crisis. Cause you know the obsessive fanfic writers would be psycho analyzing everything!

“Yes,” David smiled. “Eat, mon ange.”

I'm terrified of whatever happened to make you into who you are now David. But for now I kind of hate you for not being who you used to be.

It was a rose-beige suit.

🤯🤯💘💣💥💞💞💞💞

“That’s why I say it thrice,” Max said again and kissed his lips. “Because it’s a critical command for me. I need to know you hear it every time I say it. I need to know you’ll remember.”“I’ll remember,” David promised.“Good,” Max smiled.

Cue my very violent sobbing in the middle of Christmas karaoke.

This was why he should go to therapy on a regular fucking basis. Not just once a month. Not just when he was pushed by the fucking court to do so.

YA THINK?!?! Goddammit!! Get your head out of your ass and figure out your shit!

Cue me screaming and kicking over a chair.

“I don’t want to go back to him,” Lance told him.

Fucking listen to him.

Lance snorted at that. “What if?”

Oh God, not good, not good!!

“Jesus,” he groaned. “Just let me die already. Fuck.”

😰😱😱😱😱😱noooooooooo!!

“Lance told me,” Max said quietly. “Congratulations.”

You just carried that ring around every moment didn't you? And you're actually letting it go.

“I didn’t say yes.”

Why the fuck did you do that David? Do you not understand that you're hurting him? Just marry the toxic substitute and fuck off.

“Why did you get the ring back?” David asked.

You, sir, are an idiot. I'm sure the trauma didn't help.

“Max,” David whispered, his voice broken. “You’re crying.”

So what? You gonna write about it?

“Are you okay?” David asked, his voice barely audible.

As if you care? As if you can even let yourself admit that you do.

“Max!”

How dare you try to stop him?! You don't get to see his tears.

“I don’t know why you date him or what you like about him. But if it’s because he’s like me, at least a little bit, then don’t do it."

If Jaden was even a microscopic amount like you Max, he wouldn't have gone near David with a ten foot pole. Jaden is pure selfishness, you're anything but.

“I ruined your life once. Don’t let me do it again.”

Yeah, and he went and made millions off of it while exposing your vulnerabilities to the entire world.

“You didn’t ruin my life,” David gasped out loud.

You've been doing that all on your own for the last decade David.

He walked away.

How does it feel David?

Ughhh, I know, ok, I know. My anger at David is not fair. David didn't do anything wrong by choosing to leave Max. Max fucked up and David did what he had to to survive.

It just hurts seeing Max alone and enduring a panic attack without the love and support he needs while David builds a home and raises their sons with Jaden. While David is profiting from their love story and not honoring the people that were a part of it. Its easy to hate David because of this.

Especially since it feels like the only reason they're not together anymore is because Davis chose to leave and not try to fix things with the person he actually loves. Instead he's choosing to live this sad half life and drag everyone down with him.

I agree. It's easy to hate David.

And if you notice,that's what everyone (in the story - and outside the story) seems to be doing as well.

But the thing is, it's not easy to get people to hate you, especially people who loved you and respected you. You actively need to make an effort to get hated on by the people you love, because they will excuse you behavior or rationalize it. It almost sounds like David is making an active effort to remove himself from Max and his family.

#IALS

[hurlumerlu]

Kinnporsche week 2022

Day 5 : “Breathe” + hurt

The room is big and full of rubbish. There’s only one door, so no risk of anyone creeping up on them, but it could quickly become a death trap. There’s windows, of the wide, double-glazed kind, but they’re here to let the light in and not much else : no way for anyone to see them from outside, although…

“...ay !”

Porchay barely acknowledges his bodyguard. Are they sure the windows are secure? Even though the crates they’re hunkered down against should shield them from this side too, are they sure no one can make out their figures through the opaque panels? Bunrat sighs. Not unkindly, but not without irritation either :

“Mister Porchay. You need to breathe.”

Easier said than done. It had been a fairly normal day – as far as normal days go when you can’t take a walk outside without a security detail – until the first gunshot. Skills had done a weird 180°, suddendly facing Chay, and her jaw had been... Her jaw hadn’t really been there anymore. After that, Leo was shouting take him, go !, and then there was only Bunrat, steering him away with a firm hand on his neck, through shrieking packs of people, narrow streets and dirty corridors, until this door, until this room.

“Breathe”, she repeats.

“I appreciate the advice.” He’s a little surprised he can still talk, let alone form a coherent sentence, but it’s all stumbling out of him without his input. “Do you have any other tips like that? Stay alive, maybe? Don’t panic?”

“All good ideas”, he sees her shrug from the corner of his eyes. It’s a strange, one-shoulder thing. “Stay right there with me. Don’t move. If you must panic, try to be quiet about it.”

That might be the most words any of his bodyguards have said to him since he first met them. It’s at least partially his fault, because he just doesn’t know how to address them. He’s generally not the type to get tongue-tied, but what can you say to people paid to die for you? And despite how childish he thought it was, he did not want to talk to them. These walking, armed-to-the-teeth reminders that his freedom was so far out of reach.

Bunrat drawls more than she speaks, with a slow, rippling accent he can’t place, but there’s a nice quality to it, a sturdy contralto he wants to lean upon. It makes him look at her, actually look, for the first time since the attack began. She’s older than most bodyguards – which, according to Chay’s brother, means she’s either very good and not too ambitious, or lucky and not too ambitious – with a flat nose that must have met many hard surfaces. Taking in the set of her square jaw, he finally realizes why he’s constantly found himself humming Hey Bulldog for the past few weeks. And she…

“You’re hurt.”

She shrugs again. Now he understands why she doesn’t move her left shoulder.

“You’re observant.”

“And you’re funny.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“The joke or the wound?”

It’s her turn to look at him, a quick glance away from the entrance. She’s trying for unimpressed, but is definitely amused.

“Don’t worry about it. Help is on the way.”

“Shouldn’t you put pressure on it?”

“I’ll do it as soon as someone we trust opens that door.”

Someone they trust. That’s Porsche, really, because Tankhun stridding in here wouldn’t make sense, and Bunrat has no reason to trust him. As for Kim… now’s not the time to think about Kim, but he has probably moved on. And does Chay trust him? Anyway. So not the time.

“You said that Leo and Skills” – the image of Skills still alive, still fighting with vague remnants of her jaw hanging from her face, is almost as distressing as the knowledge she’s most likely dead, but he sets both aside – “you said Leo and Skills were good at their job.”

“I did. They are.”

“Then…”

“But so am I, so stop trying to give me pointers. I’ll take care of it when you’re safe.”

Porchay looks down at his hands. He knew, at least in theory, what having bodyguards entailed. The reality of it, though… he wants none of that. Skills spinning on herself, Leo’s go, go, go !!!, Bunrat’s calm vigil. He’s well aware it’s not about what he wants, but…

“Don’t move”, he says.

“What?”

“I’m gonna untie your bandana. Don’t worry, I’m not leaving cover.”

The only answer he gets is a string of muttered curses. They probably weren’t meant for his ears, but it’s okay : Chay’s not a snitch.

The wound doesn’t look terrible, more like a graze, but it’s still bleeding and that’s obviously bad. Hoping he’s making the right call, he gingerly presses the bandana against it.

“If I stay behind you, like that, I’m pretty sure you can still shoot people.”

Bunrat snorts.

“Leo’s right. You’re more than meet the eyes.”

Chay doesn’t respond. He had no idea Leo held even one opinion about him. But it’s good to have something to do, even if he’s not sure it’s truly useful, and he tries to focus on that. In the silence, he hears a shout. Another one. His name.

It’s not his brother’s voice, it’s not Tankhun’s or Leo’s, and it’s certainly not Skills’s. Something resembling inappropriate hope blooms in his chest. Maybe it’s time to think about Kim after all.

#kpweek2022 #kpweek day 5 #kinnporsche #me : yay ! kinnporsche week ! #also me : but what if i described. a hot female bodyguard. #i hope bunrat doesn't sound too out of place as a surname idk if it's old fashioned or anyhthing #all i know is some women have that name #kpweek #mine