#like they both are filled with shittiest people in it

[evergreenfields]

Yours Truly, A Hostage - Part 1

Part 2 here.

My first fic, inspired by the Picadilly mission cutscene. Captain Price pushing that guy over a railing is my love language.

Pairing: Captain Price x Fem!reader during the events of Piccadilly, MW1 (2019)

You’re a hostage that gets rescued by the Captain and you’re both absolute flirts.

Rating: Mature. MDNI.

~~~

Bruised, bloodied, scared and hyper alert, you had only wanted to get a new sports bra and some white trainer socks. Instead you were in pain and strapped into an explosive vest.

You had managed to painfully wriggle your arms from behind you, the men had only bound your arms with tape. They had torn your shirt off and forgotten to click the lock shut of the strappy-homemade bomb vest, but you still struggled to get out of it.

You lie on the floor and turned your head side ways and digging your heels into the floor in an attempt to shimmy out from underneath it.

You hear heavy boots run into the room and you freeze, playing dead.

“All clear! We’re here to help!”

“Wait wait!” you shout “I’m down here!”

You jump when the gruff voice is suddenly closer to you, “stay still,” he commands, “you’re hard to miss looking like that,” comes out softer, you thought you heard a chuckle.

You feel movement on the vest.

“It’s stuck on 57 seconds, Captain.” A younger voice says, you feel movement on your vest.

“I- they didn’t lock the lock.” You say, overwhelmed, arms waving at the wrong party of the vest.

“Stop, keep your arms up.” The gruffer one says, it’s soothing like a whisper to get back into bed in the early morning.

“Sorry yes.” You breathe out, arms going slack.

“Gaz grab the vest, what’s your name love?”

“Y/n” you breath, voice muffled by being under the vest.

“Right, y/n, I’m going to hold you by your waist, keep your arms loose for me.” He smelled like oak and blown out matches.

You feel gloved hands on your waist on your skin. Your top is rucked up so you feel the hands on your skin are big and strong. And warm. Through the gloves. You tell yourself your face is red because of the exertion.

You feel hands tug the straps of the vest.

“I only wanted to buy a sports bra and some socks and next you know I’m strapped into a fucking bomb vest. I dropped my stuff too, you guys have no idea how hard it is to find a decent sports bra. Shittiest Tuesday ever.” You say filling the silence with a dose of self deprecating humour. You hear them chuckle, you try not to enjoy making your saviours laugh too much, it sounded like an unhealthy coping mechanism.

“Right, pull.” Light enters your eyes and the vest is gone. You immediately wipe the hair out of your face and instinctively pull your top down, not knowing how far it got dragged up. Looking up you see an older man on his haunches, dressed to the nines with webbing and tactical gear. He’s imposing but the smile on his face disarms you immediately. He’s painfully handsome under all the gear. Blood rushes to your face. You can see broad shoulders hugged by his holsters. You’re panting and can see your own chest rise and fall, accentuated by wearing a bra that’s a size too small. You feel like you’re spilling over.

He holds his hand out and you take it a little too fast, he doesn’t stand you up, he only gets you up right, checking you over for injuries.

“You alright?” He says, searching your face, I am now. His eyes are blue and intense, you see a beauty spot on his nose. You feel warm under his gaze. Your don’t know if it’s the adrenaline and the intensity but you feel like you’re under a spotlight, at a crossroads. You didn’t feel brave all afternoon, you felt scared and helpless. Now you were saved and that had to mean something, especially when it was him. The gravity of the event would not dawn on you until you got home and watched the news at night in your flat, but at this moment, you felt like you were part of something so much bigger than yourself with people who were, too.

“Yes, thank you, thank you both,” your hand is on your chest, your heart is hammering, you turn to face the younger man with the soft brown eyes.

“Don’t mention it ma’am.” The younger man says, his eyes flicker from you to the older man, who you assumed was his boss. You see a flash of acknowledgment and he walks away after a beat. The air was electric and expectant, like a rubber band being pulled - but not released. Only getting tauter and tighter. You hope you weren’t the only one feeling it.

You were alone with him now.

“Are you in charge? Like Captain? Or commander?”

“Captain. Call me John.” He gets up, his massive gun hanging near his thigh. He puts his hand out again to get you standing.

“Now the exquisite facial hair makes sense. Least shittiest Tuesday ever.” You declare with a nod. You feel eager. You feel like you’d be letting something go if you didn’t say something.

“You’re too kind.” He chuckles and you enjoy his laughter lines. You almost feel bad for maintaining eye contact, you swore you could see pink in his cheeks. You enjoy how effortlessly he pulls you up. You wonder what he looks like under the top.

“Sorry about your socks, love.” He says softly in his gruff voice, you feel rebuffed and embarrassed. You smile and shrug, hoping he hasn’t noticed your attempts at flirting. Let the man do his job and go home. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve read signals wrong.

“No biggie,” You quickly say to dismiss the conversation entirely, brushing yourself down so you don’t have to look at him anymore, especially now you could see his narrow waist and thick muscular thighs.

“And about your lingerie.” You don’t see the band get tighter, you’re too busy trying to hide your face by bending over to dust off your jeans.

“Sports bra actually.” You say with a sigh, still dusting yourself off.

“Sorry I was thinking lingerie.” The band is pulled further. Translucent with the stretch. Your brain isn’t firing all its cylinders, limbless with the opportunity.

You immediately bounce up, unfolding yourself, “You don’t make mistakes,” you say with a smile erupting onto your face, you were never particularly subtle or mysterious.

“I don’t.” He smiles, eyes twinkling.

You don’t miss a beat.

“27 Evergreen Street, Eastfields.” You say.

You’re level now, looking him in the eye, but he towers over you.

“27 Evergreen Street, Eastfields.” He repeats, his eyebrows knitted in patient bemusement.

“You can show me what you were thinking.”

~~~

You’re out on the cold wet streets blasted by lights from dozens of emergency vehicles. You’re being waved down by a paramedic, she’s leading you into the seat at the back of the ambulance. She’s checking your vitals but you can only think about John with his gloved hands tucked into the neck of his vest, his gaze unwavering, shifting weight from one leg to the other. His phone on the new contact screen, handing it over to you saying “does tomorrow work for you, love?”

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Part 2 - Tea for Two

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[tojisbbg]

𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙

❝and i am the idiot with the painted face, in the corner, taking up space.❞  

♡ izana kurokawa ♡

pt. 1

a/n: i love putting mikey and izana stans through pain lolz. 

content: royal! au, prince izana x princess y/n (reader), arranged marriage, shitty/toxic parenting, angst, cheating, izana’s a jerk, swearing/cursing, maybe smut (?), strangers to enemies to lovers, not checked for grammatical errors. 

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

nothing ever lasts forever. 

you looked at the roses that were becoming shriveled up, slowly withering. the cold, unforgiving winter was soon to come. the grassy fields filled with flowers and little creatures of mother nature would be embraced by cold arms, blanketed with snow. 

you bitterly grimaced at how this pathetic flower was used as a symbol of love. ironically, it fits. 

love?

no such thing truly exists, and even if it does, it’s either fake or bound to die in the future. 

you leaned down, picking up one of the sorrowful roses from the royal garden, looking at it with pity. while plucking off the petals, you accidentally pricked your finger from one of the thorns on the stem. 

you were startled from the short-lived pain, looking at your index finger as you saw the small droplet of the crimson red liquid. 

“you truly are evil.” you whispered, throwing the stupid flower on the ground just like any other worthless piece of trash. 

“princess! what are you doing out here in such weather?! you’ll catch a cold!” one of the maids rushed in, concern and fear written all over her face. 

“could i never get a second of peace and quiet? what is it that you need?” you harshly spat out, knowing that these stupid women didn’t care for your actual well-being. 

they were ordered to for the sake of their pockets being filled. 

of course, the world had to revolve around money and green of us filthy human beings. 

“the king and queen has requested for you.” she spoke with a low voice, eyes not meeting your glaring ones. 

“tell them to fuck off.” you bluntly replied, getting up to walk towards the orchid tree that was located way far back towards the end of the garden. suddenly, you felt the maid drop on her knees, holding one of your legs. 

“what the fuck, get off of me!” you tried to wiggle her off, but she shook her head in refusal. 

“please, princess! your father has already threatened all of us to have our heads chopped off because of not having you follow your daily routine. you must come or else our lives are at stake!” she sobbed, making you look down at them with a disgusted expression. 

“you sick morons.” you grumbled under your breath, agreeing to head inside which made her thank you as if you were god himself granting her a blessing. 

the maid escorted you to your parent’s room, afraid that you might not stay true to your words. regardless, you decided to have it her way to save her sanity. after reaching the door of your parent’s room, the maid knocked on the door before entering. 

“the princess is here, your highness.” she informed before taking her leave which was your cue to enter. you closed the door behind you, seeing the both of them sitting on the edge of their bed, looking at you with a small smile. 

“why did you call me?” you asked, cutting straight to the chase. you knew that your parents were filled with bullshit, all they cared about is being the most powerful kingdom to ever exist. 

power, money, fame. 

they wanted it all and it made you sick to your stomach. your morals and view on topics that were flaming hot to them largely differed. you just wanted to live a simple life, and it’s not that you’re an ungrateful brat. 

you just have the world’s shittiest parents. 

“is that how you were taught to speak to people, y/n?” you father snapped back at you, clearly displeased by your response. 

“i don’t even speak to anyone in general, so who cares?” you commented with a shrug, making your mother sigh in disappointment. 

“well, you will eventually one day in the future. you’ll inherit the throne, have a husband and lead your joined kingdoms until you pass it down to your kids.” she explained to you with a soft tone, nearly making you gag. 

“me? marriage? as if.” you laughed, but your parents only looked at you with a serious expression. your voiced died down, now looking at them with nothing but shock and disbelief. 

“why are you both quiet? tell me it’s a joke, what’s wrong with you?” you angrily scoweled, but they remained quiet. 

“y/n, you’re no longer our little girl anymore. you’re a young woman now, who’s ready to fulfill her duties as the future queen and as someone’s wife.” your father tried to caress your cheek in a loving manner, but you swatted his hand away, on the brink of tears. 

“how dare you! does my voice or opinion not have any worth to you guys? how can you decide such a big thing for me without even thinking about if i want it or not!” you raged, wanting to dig yourself a small grave right on the spot you were standing in. 

“you don’t have a say, y/n! what don’t you understand?! you must get married, it’s an order by our law and nature. you’re a princess for god’s sake!” your mother scolded you, getting fed up from such childish behavior from you. 

“then fuck being a princess, i’ll run away.” you threatened, your tears streaming down your face as your heart ached. 

“you know that’ll never work, so stop being immature and try to accept things as how it is.” your father snickered, making you wanna rip your hair out. 

“then i’ll end my life.” it was a rather rash thing to say, but it caught the attention of your parents, especially your father. he clutched onto his chest, breathing heavily, which alarmed your mother. she quickly rushed to his side, laying him down on the mattress while you watched with a blank expression.

“how dramatic. he should’ve signed up to become a theater entertainer than be a king.” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“y/n! that’s enough.” your mother said through gritted teeth, fanning your father who coughed like a man that’s been smoking thirty cigars a day. 

“if you both are done wasting my time, may i leave?” you yawned, getting bored of the same kind of shit that you had to go through nearly every day. 

she didn’t bother looking up at you, ignoring your words as a way to indicate that she didn’t care. 

“could’ve just said yes, y’know.” with that being said, you turned your heels and walked out, making sure to slam the door extra hard to piss them off even more. 

you giggled after hearing the noise echoing through the empty halls, knowing for sure that your parents are probably talking shit about you right now. you hummed a small tune as you walked to your room. 

“they’re crazy to think that i would actually agree to this shit.” you talked to yourself as you began to strip out of your gown, throwing it on your bed before walking inside your bathroom. 

you shoved a finger inside the tub, checking if the temperature was right. you grinned in content, feeling the warmth of the water as you eagerly stepped in, lowering yourself slowly. 

you couldn’t help but feel sorry for yourself. there are thousands of people out there who wished to be in your spot right now, living the life as a princess. 

but, they only see your life from a small glass window, not being able to peak further deep inside. 

they think that just because you bathe in luxury every day, your life is perfect. what they don’t see is how trapped you feel, how your parents are so controlling over your life, almost as if you were their very own puppet. 

why?

you were hidden away from your whole life, envying the lives of commoners. you were homeschooled while everyone else went to public schools. you had no friends nor were you allowed to explore the village because it makes you appear improper. you have to wear bigass, itchy and uncomfortable gowns every day. 

you hated it, absolutely hated it with every fiber in your body. if only all of your problems could be drowned like this, then maybe life wouldn’t have been so bad.

“i don’t care what it takes, i won’t be getting married.” you promised yourself, sinking deeper into the tub until you were completely submerged in the water. 

...

“no, no! you can’t do this to me! i’m your fucking daughter, not a puppet. please, don’t do this. i’ll do anything, just don’t give me away.” you pleaded to your mother as you sat on your bed, dressed into the wedding dress that the maids successfully had shoved you inside. 

“y/n, my baby, please just listen to me. your father and i love you so mu-”

“bullshit! absolute bullshit, stop lying to me! god, all you both ever do is lie! fuck, i hate you guys so much.” you wept, not caring that you had streaks of mascara running down your face. 

“you need to understand that your father isn’t in the best condition to rule the kingdom. his heart problems are getting worse, and i won’t be able to take care of everything all by myself. joining our kingdom with the kurokawa’s would lessen the burden on us.” she tried to reason, taking a napkin to wipe away your ruined makeup as you looked up at her with glossy eyes, seeing not a single hint of care or adoration. 

her eyes looked empty and you knew that these people would not hesitate to sell you off like some kind of livestock if they needed some money. 

“you guys disgust me. all you care about is your benefits and never about me. you want me to get married? fine, i’ll get fucking married. since you guys along with that fucker that agreed to this shit basically ruined my life, i’ll make sure to return the favor.” you smirked, getting up as you grabbed the smashed bouquet of flowers. 

“y/n-”

“don’t wanna hear it.” you cut her off, walking off to head downstairs where the chapel was. you saw your father waiting down by the stairs for you, looking at you with a horrified face. 

“y/n? your makeup is-”

“does it look like i care? are you gonna walk me down the aisle or should i go by myself?” you impatiently said, making your father’s jaw drop from the sudden change of attitude. you avoided eye contact with him, not being able to bear the sight of how your father looked pleased with the change of heart you had, completely overlooking the fact of how your eyes screamed in despair. 

“of course not, dear. come on.” he heartily chuckled, linking your arms together before leading you inside the chapel. your body burned with hatred, every step that you took felt like your legs were chained with weights. 

“you could hate me all you want, y/n, but one day you’ll realize that everything that i have done for you is for the best.” your father said, his words completely flying over your head as you knew that it would be no use of saying anything to him. 

it’s too late anyways. 

the doors opened, a blinding ray of light hitting you as you could picture the chapel looking as beautiful as ever, knowing that your mother hired the best in town to decorate everything. however, you kept your eyes on the ground, being led up the few step as your father finally let go of your arm. 

the priest began to read the wedding vows and midway there was a pause to allow the exchange of rings to occur. 

your soon-to-be husband extended his hand, waiting for you to place yours on his palm. his skin was tan, long slender fingers with a few veins being painted on the surface of his hand as well. with a heavy heart, you lightly placed your hand on his, making sure to have minimal skin-to-skin contact with him. 

“izana?” the priest called out, and for the first time, you’ve heard what your husband’s name was. 

“yes?” he answered, his voice deep and smooth like honey. 

“do you take y/n as your wife, promising to stay by her side through better or worse, sickness and in health, till death pulls you both apart?” the familiar lines were recited, making your vision become a blur with tears. 

those vows, these same sacred words to prove one’s faith and love to each other, it wasn’t meant for you or this izana guy. you had the right to wait for your knight and shining armor, your romeo and your prince charming. 

“i do.” izana said firmly, his voice not shaking at all as he was ready to seal the deal. 

“y/n?” the sudden intrusion of the voice startled you as you were deeply indulged in your train of thoughts. 

“what?” you blurted out without any thought, hearing gasps around the room as you swore at yourself before muttering a quick apology to the priest. 

“that’s quite alright, dear. do you take izana as your husband, promising to stay by his side through better or worse, sickness and in health, till death pulls you both apart?” the same lines almost seemed taunting you know, as if it was mocking your situation. you were thankful that the veil was covering your face, as your face was now covered with streaks of your dried tears. 

it was never supposed to be this way. 

you shouldn’t be up here getting married to some stranger whom you’ve never met before. as the crowd began to silently gossip among themselves, you felt like your knees would give up any minute from how anxious you felt. 

you had two choices. 

you still had the chance to run away, maybe even go abroad to another village far away from here and keep your identity hidden until you could get on a ship to go overseas. 

you don’t take izana kurokawa as your loving husband whom you swear to spend the rest of your life with through sickness and in health. 

you’re no princess, and you’re most certainly not qualified to be a queen who should rule such a vast kingdom. to all those stuck up people that are like loyal dogs under royal laws, you’re their puppet that’s being trained to become a loyal dog just like them. 

but you weren’t one of them nor did you wish to become like them. you’re not a dog who’ll abide by the rules, trained to serve their husband and a piece of land. 

no, absolutely not. 

you were a caged bird who wished to be free. you read many books that were stored in the castle’s library. there are about 18,000 species of birds out there, roaming freely to their heart’s desire. 

beautiful and colorful wings that allow them to explore different place in the earth. you wished to be like them, you too want to spread your wings and take a leap of faith in life. you want to go to the amazon forest, see the creation of mother nature. 

and you knew well enough that in order to do that, you must take a risk. it was a 50/50, but at this point, who cares about the odds?

“i do.”

...

the wedding was over and you were now headed towards the kurokawa kingdom, which wasn’t too far off from your own. it was a two hour car ride, you thought you would be able to rest in the comforts of your own room for the night. 

to your dismay, your parents had other plans. 

they had the maids pack up your things and have it waiting for you already at your new “home”. to you it seemed like your parents were only counting how much time was left till you would finally depart from them. 

assholes. 

it was an awful wedding. 

all the dishes that were served were shit that you were forced to eat as a child. it’s true that you were a picky eater but you weren’t always like this. the castle’s diet consisted of eating only clean foods to prevent health concerns like obesity or heart problems since they both ran in the family. 

to which you weren’t against at first. 

but you could vividly remember how when you went down to the village and stopped by a small udon shop to try their delicious meat udon special, your mother soon arrived and ripped you away from the shop before threatening to have you skip dinner. 

she would give the same lecture about how men like women who have a nice figure, long lucious hair along with a shy and soft demeanor. 

to which you would simply just walk off while she kept on going off, pretty much talking to herself since you didn’t even bother to listen to her bullshit. 

the guests were snobby, from both sides of the family. while izana was busying himself on entertaining those fools with a charming smile and soft eyes, you gave everyone who tried to approach you a death stare.

izana kurokawa. 

after you both exchanged your vows, it was time to show the god awful crowd the love and devotion you both have towards each other. 

a kiss. 

you were going to kiss izana kurokawa, who was now your husband. you were going to kiss a man whom you’ve never seen or heard of before until an hour ago. 

gentle hands lifted your veil as you slowly looked up, eyes meeting for the first time. it felt like time had stopped, you couldn’t stop staring at him. 

he was gorgeous. 

the title of a prince was meant for izana kurokawa. he was responsible, kind and caring. snowy white hair that was parted, mesmerizing amethyst eyes with soft white lashes, honey glazed skin and a small smile on his lips. 

izana bent down, his face hovering above yours as you could feel his warm breath fanning over your flesh. you closed your eyes, waiting his lips to meet yours. 

however, no such thing ever happened. 

his lips weren’t touching yours, barely brushing against them to say the least. yet, the guests roared with cheers and you soon came to realization. you opened your eyes, only to see those same lips curl into a smirk as he lazily eyed down at you. 

izana kurokawa was not your husband because he too didn’t want to fulfill that role in your life. 

you were not his wife nor would you ever be. 

“we’re here, sir.” the drive came to a stop as the driver announced the arrival to the destination, pulling up to the castle doors. izana hummed in acknowledgment, as one of the guards opened the door for him. without a word, he left with the slam of the door, leaving you alone in the car. 

“what a fucking jerk.” you grumbled to yourself, hearing the driver faintly chuckle as you shot him a glare from the backseat, knowing that he’d see it on the car’s rear mirror. 

“the hell are you laughing at, huh?” you boldly spoke up, making him look back with a small smile. 

“princess, do not be so naive. our prince is not like those whom you’ve read about in tales like cinderella or sleeping beauty. it’s not my place to talk ill about our soon to be king, but you’ll find out soon enough, so don’t be deceived.” he warned, making you harshly gulp. 

the driver was nice enough to pull the door open for you, offering a rough hand to help your get out of the car since your dress seemed like it weighed over a thousand pounds. 

the kurokawa kingdom was north from your own kingdom, but you never thought that it would make this much of a difference in weather. your wedding dress was sleeveless, making the cold breeze hit your skin as you shivered. 

you noticed how the castle was built on a hill, the grass was barely alive, most likely due to the cold weather. it was a mountainous area after all. 

“shall we?” one of the butler interrupted your thoughts, waiting with the door opened as you nodded. 

you entered the castle doors, seeing how the interiors were nothing like your boring castle design. it was purple and gold, art works of famous artists hung up on the wall of angelic beings, and the halls smelled faintly of lavender. 

“shall i take you to your room, prince-”

“that won’t be necessary, we have to talk about a few things. don’t worry, i’ll take it from here.” izana cut him off, walking down the grand stairs. 

“of course, sir.” the butler bowed his head before leaving. 

“we have nothing to talk about. it’s nearly midnight and i’m tired, i want to go to bed.” you groaned, trailing behind him as you were now in the living room. 

“there’s some rules that you must follow now that you live with me.” he informed, sitting down as he crossed one leg over the other. 

“how lovely, i came from one prison to another. life truly loves me, huh?” you bitterly chuckled, crossing your arms over your chest as you glared at him. 

“how pitiful.” faux sympathy was painted all over his features, making your blood boil. 

“hey bitchface, who do take me as? you think that just because we’re married now, you could do whatever you want with me as you wish? please, don’t make me laugh.” you giggled, getting up as you walked over to him. izana’s face remained unfazed with his previous smug look. 

you bent down to come at eye level with his sitting stature.

“i never listened to my own parents rules, so, the fuck made you think that i’d listen to yours?” you taunted, cocking an eyebrow as he maintained eye contact with you. 

“unlike your parents, i could have you out of this castle with the snap of a finger. i’m not as sympathetic nor do i give a single shit about you like your parents. you are their child whom they tolerated, but to me, you’re nothing but a nobody. so, mind your tone when speaking to me.” izana strictly said, giving you a sarcastic smile as he was able to see that he made his point across. 

you sighed as you walked back to the sofa, plopping down while you waited for him to open his shitty mouth once again to tell you about his so-called rules. 

“your room is located on the east wing of the castle and my room is in the west wing, so there shouldn’t be a reason why i should ever see yo-”

“first of all, how fucking self-centered are you to even think that i’d go to your room? you think i’m some kind of bimbo who’ll be all dolled up on your bed or clean up after your ass? i’d rather die than go to you.” you angrily spat out, in complete disbelief that this jackass had the audacity to even think of you like that. 

“well that’s a relief, it’s good that you aren’t stupid. the problem is, your manners are so shit.” he scoffed, looking at you like you’re some kind of alien. 

“weren’t you taught to never cut people off mid sentence? especially, to your husband.” izana mocked, tilting his head to the side as he knew he was slowly pushing all of your buttons. 

“you want me to ruin the price worthy face of your so bad, huh?” you kissed your teeth in annoyance. 

“anyways, you should almost never come to my room unless absolutely necessary. we have many maids and butlers, so feel free to ask them about any concerns. second, i really don’t give a shit.” he blurted out, making you choke on your spit. 

“what?” you gasped. 

“you don’t understand basic english? i said, i don’t give a shit. you’re free to do whatever you please with yourself, you could go wherever you want with whomever you want. your life doesn’t concern me nor should mine concern you. we didn’t marry each other out of love, nor do we consider each other as husband and wife. just don’t make things too obvious. deal?” he stuck out a hand, looking at you with anticipation. 

“you got yourself a deal, prince jackass.” you stood up and began to make your way to your room. 

all you wanted to do was just sleep everything away. you wanted to drift inside a good dream where there was no mom or dad, no izana, no royal duties and no sadness. 

just you and only you. 

...

you rolled around in bed, not wanting to open your eyes and have the bright sunlight hit your sight and blind you. but, soon enough, someone barged into your room and it nearly sent you into a coma. 

you eyes went wide as you sat up, startled when you saw a few of the maids coming in. you grumbled under your breath, looking at them with a pissed facial expression. 

“god, don’t you people know how to knock?” you scolded, making them apologize as you let out a sigh. 

“it’s past lunchtime, your highness.” one of them informed you, making you look at them like they had three heads. 

“what?!” you screamed, sitting up as your hair was a tangled mess. you were still in your wedding dress, too tired the night before to even have the energy to take it off. 

“your bath is ready and breakfast has been served as well. lord kurokawa has gone out for royal duties if you were wondering.” the butler from yesterday butted in, making you scoff. 

lord kurokawa? what an arrogant asshole. 

“yeah to hell with him, i don’t care where he is.” you yawned, getting up as you shooed everyone out of your room. you hated noise, especially during mornings. 

mornings were meant to be peaceful and silent, relaxing and slow. they were only meant for you and only you. you stripped out of the poofy gown before detangling your hair and removing the remaining makeup smudged on your face. 

when you stepped inside the bathroom, a gasp of nothing but pure amazement and shock left your lips. it was a gorgeous bathroom, everything covered in marbel and polished. the bathtub looked like a swimming pool, making you quickly rush over to fill it up with hot water. 

as you sunk your naked body in the water, a blissful sigh left your lips as your eyes rolled back. 

this really hits the spot. 

you leaned back, closing your eyes as you began to fall into deep thought. you wondered, how would you spend the rest of your days in this castle? a part of you wished that izana was a little more friendlier, then perhaps you could’ve had a platonic relationship of enjoying life. 

well, that wasn’t that case, and maybe you liked it that way. 

you finished your royal bath and the rest of the consisted of you lounging in the castle. you had to admit that izana’s criteria and choice of the cooks had to be one of the finest, as both breakfast and lunch almost made you ascend to heaven. 

living away from your parents did rise some perks, and to make things even better, izana wasn’t around majority of the times. you were free to dress however you wished, no need for fancy dresses that squished your ribcages and made it hard to breathe. 

for once in your life, you were sitting in the living room with a huge bucket of ice cream in your lap while wearing a pair of shorts and tank-top. 

and no one could tell you shit about it. 

you heard the front door open, indicating that someone has arrived home. one of the maid’s rushed to your side as you shoved a huge mouthful of the sweet dairy treat in your mouth. 

“your highness, lord kurokawa has arrived.” she notified, making you lazily hum at her as you were more concerned about the plot of the drama you’re watching. 

“cool.” you shrugged before shooing her away, not caring that your fake husband came back from his royal duties. 

“is dinner ready?” the deep familiar voice questioned the butler who was removing his very expensive winter coat. 

“yes, sir. allow me to help you freshen up.” the butler offered, making izana hum in agreement. 

“god, do you wipe his ass after he takes a shit too?” you snickered, making the butler gasp as he looked at you with wide eyes. however, izana remained unfazed before turning to you with a small smirk. 

“oh, that’s not his job but my wife’s. however, it seems like she’s too busy being a pig.” he fired back, making you shoot him a hateful glare. 

“annoying piece of shit.” you mumbled under your breath before averting your focus back onto the huge tv screen. izana left to freshen up before sitting in the dining space, eating by himself. 

you couldn’t help but feel a little bad for him, knowing that he lived inside this castle by himself all his life and did pretty much everything alone. you didn’t know much about the kurokawa family, but you knew that izana was the last person in the bloodline to exist because his family was brutally murdered years ago in a war that nearly killed your father. 

your thoughts would soon be gone as you saw the man right in front of you, arms crossed over his chest. 

“go to bed, every electrical device that makes noise in this castle must be turned off. i have very sharp ears, so even the slightest sound will awaken me.” izana ordered, making you scoff. 

“well, i’m so sorry sleeping beauty, but that seems like a you problem. shove some cotton balls in your ears and go to sleep.” you replied, seeing his jaw lock in annoyance, making you internally high-five yourself. 

“you’re infuriating.” he grumbled, turning his heels before heading upstairs to his room. you laughed to yourself in satisfaction, throwing a few more popcorns in your mouth as you continued to watch your show. 

---

you groaned in pain, rolling over until you fell to the ground with a yelp. you winced in pain as you rubbed your ass. 

“fucking hell.” you cursed, not realizing when you fell asleep on the sofa. you heard a chuckle coming from behind you, opening your sleepy eyes to see the white haired fool sipping his tea while laughing. 

“i knew that was gonna happen, you stupid little girl.” izana shook his head in disbelief, continuing to fill out some paperwork. you stood up and marched your way towards him, glaring down at him. 

“you absolute jackass. this is why no woman would ever fall in love with you, stupid piece of shit.” you threw insult after insult at him, yet he seemed unfazed by your comments. 

“what a rough way to start your morning. you should go brush your teeth to get that bad breath and language out of your mouth.” he smirked, making you gasp in embarrassment as you covered your mouth, forgetting that morning breath exists. 

“i hope you choke on your tea and die.” you said in a muffled voice, rushing up to your room to freshen up so that you could give him a proper piece of your mind. but, to your dismay, by the time you came downstairs he was already gone. 

“coward.” you mumbled to yourself, settling down at your seat as the maids served you breakfast. you decided that you’ll have an outing to yourself today at the village, wanting to experience an adventure you never got the chance to fulfill. 

“excuse me, would you please drop me off by the village today after breakfast?” you asked izana’s butler, to which he gave you a polite smile. 

“it would be my pleasure.” he replied, making you contented with the answer as you finished your meal. 

you decided to dress in common clothing, a simple white dress that fell below your knees; decorated with strawberries. 

“you look lovely, my lady.” the butler complimented, and you thanked him, excited to try new things out. 

after reaching the village, you bid the butler goodbye as he promised to pick you up before sunset. 

your first stop was the flower shop, eyes glimmering at the colorful plants. there was roses, dhalias, petunias, marigolds and so much more!

“hello miss, how may i help you today?” the lady spoke, startling you a little. 

“your flowers are gorgeous! may i take a smell?” you asked, the lady giving you a warm smile before nodding. 

you went ahead and took a sniff of every one of them, sighing in bliss at the sweet scent of each of them. nature’s creation was truly heavenly and it made you wish if you could just run away to the woods and live in a cottage; away from the evil that resided in society. 

your eyes fell on the lilacs, sitting ever so prettily in the bouquet. you couldn’t help but think of how the color struck you and made you think of your evil husband. 

“would you like to buy any of them?” the lady asked and you nodded you head. 

“i’ll take those lilacs, please.” you said with a small smile, convincing yourself that it was because these pretty purple flowers would look great in the vase on top of the dining table. 

your next stop was to try all the food stalls, looking at your pocket watch and noticing how it was nearly lunch time. you decided to indulge yourself, ordering a bowl of seafood udon for yourself and a side of braised duck meat. 

your parents would’ve killed you if they saw you eating like this. 

but right now, food is life. 

you ate to your heart’s happiness, closing your eyes as you could feel tears of joy forming at the corner of your eyes. you’ve never tasted food this delicious before and it made you appreciate yourself for keeping your will to live still strong. 

you slurped the noodles like no tomorrow, gulping down the broth right after. you lipstick was gone, the corners of your mouth messy with the broth as you sniffled from the heat of the food. you quickly cleaned yourself up, not wanting to look like a pig in front of other although you did eat like one just now. 

you properly disposed the items and continued your little journey. 

suddenly, a weeping little toddler clung onto your legs. you bent down, trying to level your eyes with her glossy ones. 

“mama?” she cried, making your heart shatter. 

“did you lose her, honey?” you spoke with a soft voice, seeing the little girl nod her head. you embraced the tiny human, carrying her as you tried to calm her down. 

“let’s go find your mama then.” you smiled, patting her back as you began to walk around with the little girl in your arms. 

“ice cream!” you heard her squeal, amking you hum as your eyes followed the direction she pointed in. 

“oh, you want one?” you asked, to which she eagerly nodded, making you chuckle as you walked towards the small shop. you got the little girl a strawberry cone while you got mango. 

“so yummy.” she giggled, making your heart swell from her cuteness. you were walking towards the small flower garden, wanting to take a little break and finish your ice cream. 

until you noticed a familiar figure sitting on the bench with another person. you got a closer look and indeed it was izana.

with another woman. 

you saw him holding her hand while laughing, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she giggled. they both were sharing a slice of cake and you saw the way his eyes sparkled every time she breathed. 

was he always this sweet? how he tenderly caressed her skin like she was porcelain.

a foreign emotion of jealousy brewed inside you, a sudden wave of rage filled your insides. it was then that izana’s eyes fell on you, his smile dropping as he saw you with the child in your arms. 

“y/n?” he called out your name, and it sent chills down your spine as it felt so new to hear him call you without any insult. 

“izana.” you said his name back, making him swallow harshly. 

“do you both know each other?” the woman next to him asked, she looked and smelled like a princess, when you looked like a commoner. izana’s eyes begged you to make up some lie, to which you gave him a sly grin. 

“why of course we do, right izana?” you taunted, making the silver haired male grow nervous. 

“honey, i can explain.” izana turned to the woman, but she looked suspicious. 

“there’s nothing to explain. we’re cousins, that’s all. stop making everything so weird all the time.” you giggled, making your very much husband sigh in relief, not wanting his mistress to find about his little secret marriage. 

“ohh, nice to meet you. is that your daughter?” his mistress asked, and you contemplated on being truthful, but you wanted to spite izana more. 

“yup, this is my little princess. isn’t she the cutest?” you kissed the little girl’s head, making the woman squeal. izana’s eyes widened, not expecting you to lie like this. 

“she sure is! wow, you’re so young to be a mom though.” she commented, making fake sad eyes. 

“yeah, well, my husband loves me enough to give me such a precious gift. anyways, i should head back now. it was, uh, great meeting you.” you gave her a fake smile before throwing a side glare at izana. the expression on his face is one you couldn’t decipher, but you decided to not pick on it. 

you walked a good distance away from the horrid couple, until you felt the little girl squirm in your hold. 

“mama! mama!” she urged and you placed her on the ground, watching her run to the figure in the distance. 

“oh, my baby!” you heard the lady cry, picking up her daughter a kissing her lovingly. 

“thank you so much for keeping her safe, miss.” she noticed your presence, giving you a grateful smile. 

“no worries.” you nodded your head, ruffling the little girl’s hair before bidding them goodbye. 

---

you reached home, your mood not as uplifting as you had planned. you kicked your sandals off, walking towards the dining table as you placed the lilacs down. one of the maids rushed in, excited to see the bright and beautiful purple flower. 

“are these for lord kurokawa?” she asked, making you scoff. the thought of izana made your blood boil, especially after the shitshow that took place earlier. 

“no, you may dispose those in the garbage. i don’t want to see a single petal on my sight.” you strictly ordered, grabbing your purse to make your way up to your room. there you bumped into izana, who seemed like he’s been standing there the entire time. 

“move, fuckface.” you grumbled, shoving him to the side as you stormed upstairs. you felt him grab your wrist, turning your head to meet his lilac ones. 

“the hell is wrong with you? why are you acting like i’m diseased?” his eyebrows furrowed, making you roll your eyes. 

“say what you have to say because i want to rest.” you ignored his question, making him let out an irritated sigh. 

“since you already know about mai, i don’t think i need to explain myself further-”

“oh, don’t worry. i think i have enough brain cells to piece together that the almighty lord kurokawa has a side bitch.” you snickered, making him glare at you. 

“watch your mouth.” he scoweled, making you grin. 

“make me.” you challenged, watching him ball his fists as your words made his skin crawl. 

“you know what, i don’t even know why i thought i could have a simple conversation with you without wanting to murder you. your parents invited us for dinner this weekend, so act accordingly.” izana informed you before leaving, heading back downstairs. 

“got it! i’ll make sure that they don’t find out about your secret fuck buddy lover that you’re two-timing with, lord kurokawa.” you said in a mocking voice, knowing how much he probably wanted to kill himself right now because you wouldn’t let him hear the end of it. 

you didn’t know why the situation with izana and his mistress got you so riled up. 

you knew that he’s not in love with you nor are you in love with him. 

yet, the idea of him with another woman made you furious. 

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[rubra-wav]

Nightmares - Angel Dust x Reader drabble

A/N @kyleerayeisverygay Enjoyyyyy ily bestie 💛 (no romo)

Cw: SFW, hurt/comfort(?) More fluff, Gn!reader, platonic, established friendship

- As you hazily made yourself a hot drink at the crack of dawn, you didn't hear the sound of another early riser by unfortunate circumstances approach behind you.

- The past night had been full of nightmares you couldn't quite properly remember.

- It just felt as if the world's shittiest blanket knitted together with perpetual feelings of panic, fear and despair was hanging over you.

- You'd opted to walk to the hotel's kitchen to just try and make yourself comfortable enough to go back to sleep.

- You turned around to see Angel slowly walk into the kitchen and give a barely audible 'hey' as he stood next to you to look over at the boiling kettle.

- Like you, it was easy to tell his night hadn't been good. His fur was a tousled, and he just looked exhausted in his oversized pyjamas.

- You sighed, smiling up at him without much happiness behind it. "Tough night, too?" Angel groaned with a slow nod.

- "Yep." He popped the 'p'. He couldn't much remember his own nightmares either. Something about feeling like he was trapped and would never be free? The spider demon pushed it down, but the sensation still stung the back of his mind.

- "You too?" He asked with a raised brow. You gave him much the same response as the kettle finished boiling, looking at him sympathetically, then you went to work making your drink.

- You both sat in silence next to each other on the living room lounge, just basking in each other's presence while drinking your drinks, warmth and company calming the nerves.

- Neither of you really wanted to talk about what had been in your nightmares. God knows they were terrible.

- You just wanted to be together like this, in comfortable companionship with each other. A welcome reprieve from the lonliness felt in the terrors of sleep.

- After you two finished your drinks, you felt Angel slump against your side and rest his cheek against the side of your head.

- "Affectionate are we?" You slightly teased him.

- "Mhm." He hummed tiredly, rubbing his cheek into your messy hair even more at the acknowledgement.

- You let out a laugh, put down your mug on the centre table, and wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull him to lay down with you.

- A mixture of yours and Angel's laughs rang out in the dark hotel, filling the cold, silent space with warmth and life as you two tangled yourselves up in each other's limbs.

- It was certainly awkward to lay on that lounge with two people, but it didn't much bother your exhausted minds.

- You hummed as you buried your face into angels' fluffy chest, his fur tickling your face but not uncomfortably so. "I love you, Angie. You're the best friend I have in this shithole. I do hope you know that." You said quietly.

- Angel hummed, closing his eyes and squeezing you tighter in his arms. "Yeah, I do. I love you too." He mumbled into your hair.

- It didn't take long for you two to fall asleep like that with exhaustion tugging at the both of you after finally calming down.

- You'd probably be the laughing stock of the hotel in the morning, but who really cared? It didn't matter much at all.

- All that mattered was the person in front of you.

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[annab-nana]

Scenario: New Years kiss with bucky

here it is! this can be read alone, but i did continue the partner idea from this blurb because i like the concept

warnings: not proofread, drinking (a bit of champagne), kinda long for a blurb tbh

❀ masterlist ❀

"you clean up nice, barnes," you told him as you let your fingers fiddle with his collar behind his neck.

you caught sight of his tensing jaw out of the corner of your eye as you surveyed the room behind him. you knew he wasn't your biggest fan, but you couldn't change what happened any more than he could. and you both tried. especially him.

you didn't mean to overhear the desperate conversation he had with nat after about two weeks of working with you, but you did. his words rang in your head every time you were working with him.

i can't stand being around her.

please, switch partners with me.

i'm begging you, anybody but her.

you weren't enthralled to have him as a partner either, but it was what it was. you had to move on with it. but, it didn't make his words hurt any less, no matter how much you tried to lighten the mood.

and, on top of it all, he was angry with you over the stupidest thing. before you transferred to the avengers, you were working with other people. people who were not happy with the winter soldier and sent you to kill him. you were just following through on a mission, same as he had done for several years. if anyone could understand that, you'd expect it to be him.

you had been working with him for almost three months now and while you haven't heard anything as harsh as his talk with nat, he still didn't seem very pleased with the arrangement.

he didn't respond to your compliment, opting to keep his eyes trained behind you. that was all either of you could do right now. that and dance together in order to blend in at this stupid high-class new year's eve party and keep your eyes peeled for luchina nefaria and whitney frost. however, you could only look at the same people around you for so long before you grew tired of it.

"i'm gonna go get a drink," you told him and took a step in the direction of the server with champagne flutes on his tray. bucky's hand on your arm stopped you from going any further.

"you can't get drunk on a mission," he reminded you sternly.

you couldn't help the roll of your eyes. "i know that. a little champagne never hurt anybody," you defended, tugging your arm out of his grasp before muttering to yourself, "though i need to get drunk in order to deal with you," as you walked away from him.

as you approached the server and grabbed a drink for yourself, you let your eyes scan the new group of people you found yourself in the middle of. unfortunately, none of them fit the description of the pair you were searching for. but, something else did catch your eye.

the clock.

specifically, the fifteen seconds you had left until midnight.

this was probably the shittiest part of the mission, but steve and nat explained that no one looks at a couple kissing. it makes them uncomfortable and in a room full of kissing couples, a couple not kissing will stick out like a sore thumb.

you gulped down the rest of what was in your glass before placing it back on the server's tray.

eleven seconds were left when you left the server's side to find bucky.

seven seconds were left when you saw the back of the brunet's head.

five seconds were left when he turned and met your eye.

three seconds were left when you stood in front of him.

"i know you're going to hate this, but we have to do it," you said, unsure if you were talking to him or yourself.

as soon as the words left your lips, the room filled with cheers for the new year, and bucky's arms wrapped around you. it took you a moment to register his lips on your own, but once you did, you played the part just as well as he was and he was playing the part very well. your fingers gripped at his suit jacket and slid through his hair while your mouth melded with his like it belonged there.

you were in a daze when you both pulled away from each other.

"what makes you think i'd hate it?" bucky asked while you were still in the process of catching your breath and trying to be inconspicuous about it.

"what?"

"kissing you? why do you think i'd hate that?"

you had no control of the light scoff that escaped your lips. "maybe because you hate me?"

"i-" he cut himself off to sigh, "i don't hate you, y/n. i'm just- i-"

your patience was thin. "spit it out, buck."

"i'm having a hard time keeping my work life and personal life separate."

your brows furrowed as you tried to decipher what he meant. "what does that have to do with me? i'm your work life. there's nothing personal about that unless you make it that way, so what's the issue? tell me what it is, so i can fix it because whether you like it or not, we're stuck with each other."

in your head, he was telling you that you irritated him so much that it was becoming personal to him. he must still be begging nat for a partner switch. that would explain why you went on a quick mission with sam last week.

"jeez, do i have to spell it out for you?" you heard him whisper to himself before his hands found your shoulders to keep your focus on him. "that kiss? it wasn't fake for me. what's personal for me about you is that i can't get you out of my head and it's driving me crazy. i'm falling in love with you and if that's not something you're interested in, you need to tell me. if you aren't into it and it would make you uncomfortable, let me know and i will make someone switch partners with me so you can be with someone else who can actually focus on the mission instead of what it would be like to be with you."

if you were breathless before, then there wasn't an atom of oxygen in your lungs right now. that's what it felt like anyway. you were wrong and normally, you weren't fond of that feeling. but right now, you were over the moon to be wrong.

your brain felt like it was lagging. it was still taking in his words though he was done speaking and the way his blue eyes were dancing all over your face looking for some sort of response was driving you wild. your throat felt closed up, so a verbal response was out the window until you gained control of it again. there was only one other option you could think of, so you went for it.

you surged forward and captured his lips with yours, trying your best to convey everything you felt about him through the kiss.

"don't look for someone else," you told him firmly when you broke apart, "stay with me. be my partner. be with me."

you knew bucky didn't smile often and he definitely didn't do it in front of you, but for the first time ever, you were in the presence of a bucky barnes grin. you wanted to make that expression more permanent.

"yeah, okay. i'm here. i'm yours."

and just like that, your 2024 got a whole lot better.

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[lixiepeach]

I Was Made For Loving You

Summary: You were entirely unattainable to someone like him. He tried to pretend he didn’t care, but the crush he’d been harboring for two years threatens to swallow him whole, especially once your mutual friends slip their way into his life. You were off limits, at least until he found you walking on the side of the road the middle of the night with tear stained cheeks. 

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Warnings: Eddie lives, SMUT, p in v sex, fingering, lanugage, allusions to SA, minor physical violence in one scene, Eddie is in love and it might be a little twisted, weed smoking, bad attempts at nerd banter. 

A/N: This is so bad please forgive me. I wrote this in like two days cause I couldn’t get it out of my head. It’s dark, it’s a little twisted, a little fucked up, but maybe someone will enjoy it. Also, I know nothing about smoking or DND so don’t come at me if it’s wrong. 

Also probably going to be a Part 2. 

PART 2 | MASTERLIST

Your thighs chafe a bit, another painful reminder of the shittiest night of your life. Well, it might not have been the shittiest night, but it certainly was high on that list. It’s cold. You’re shivering in your lack of layers. The thin sweater and exposed legs beneath your skirt did little to stave off the cold spring night. It was well into spring in Hawkins, but the nights were still filled with an unforgiving chill. 

You were walking along a dark road, one of the many that sprawled Hawkins. The sidewalk and street were still cracked and broken, remnants from a few weeks ago. You had missed it, the whole debacle that had gone down. Your parents had decided it was time for another spring vacation, and you had been in Sweden visiting family while your friends were preventing the destruction of Hawkins once more. 

You’re debating jumping a fence to find someone with a pool and risking hypothermia when the van appears. It’s driving rather fast and erratically down the road when it suddenly squeals to a stop on the opposite side of the road from you. You can hear muffled rock music from inside, the music getting louder and clearer as the window rolls down. A familiar curly haired figure appears out the window, calling out your name. 

Eddie Munson. 

You knew Eddie, well you’d met him a small handful of times thanks to Dustin and Mike. You knew about him, of course, and had seen him in passing. You of course knew the rumors, the things people said about him, including your own parents. You had never interacted with him until Mike, Dustin and Lucas moved up to high school and got involved with his Hellfire Club. That, and you knew everything that had happened while you were gone. 

A frown mars his face, a handsome face if you looked past all the lenses people like you had been raised to have. He reaches back into the van, turning down his music. “You okay?” He gives you a one-over, genuine concern in his eyes, not lust like you were used to. 

You nod, sure you look a mess out in the middle of the night, barely dressed with mascara smeared all over your cheeks and dried cum on the inside of your thighs. Not that he could see that last part, but it surely would have added to the look. 

“Come on,” He waves you over. “It’s freezing. I’ll drive you home.” 

You don’t really want to get into Eddie’s van. You know he’s going to ask and you’re not sure you want to have to explain. But, you’re also sure you don’t really want to risk someone else spotting you. Or worse, a cop driving by. You don’t want to have to explain to your parents that you snuck out to see your boyfriend and were caught walking home alone in the middle of the night. 

You look both ways before hurrying across the street. It was purely instinct. You’d been walking for twenty minutes and Eddie was the first person you’d seen. You hadn’t even been headed in the direction of your house. You’re not quite sure where you had been going. Just walking numbly, questioning what the hell you were doing. 

It’s warm in the van, Eddie turning up the heat a bit as you close the door. He starts driving, slower than he had been before. Was he doing that for you? 

He turns to look at you, genuine concern on his face. It’s almost painful to see. “You okay?” 

You had caught a glimpse of yourself in the side mirror. You looked worse than you thought, like some ghost or some wailing spirit wandering the empty streets at 12:13 AM. You sniffle, wiping your cheeks but you only manage to smear the mascara more. “I guess I’m a little past lying, aren’t I?” 

He casts a sideways glance at you. “I’d be hard pressed to believe you.” 

A ghost of a smile cracks on your face. It felt foreign after hours of tears. 

“So, home?” 

You’re almost too shocked to answer. You had expected him to dig, to press you to find out what happened. Instead he was asking for directions to take you home. 

Except you’re not sure you want to go home. Going home meant a finality to the night. It was a stamp on the horrible things that had just transpired. Solidifying them. Marking them as permanent. You could go to Steve’s, but you didn’t know if his parents were home or not. You didn’t feel like making up a lie, and you knew they’d call your parents come morning. There was only one other option. 

You turn to Eddie, studying his features as you pass under a streetlight. “Can we go to your place?” 

He hits the breaks at the stoplight almost too hard. He turns to look at you in shock. “M-My place?” 

Was he nervous? He almost looked a bit nervous. Perhaps it was the events that had taken place earlier, and the fact you didn’t really want to be alone with your thoughts, but you felt safe. Even though you didn’t know him well, Eddie made you feel safe. Despite all the things he was labeled as, unhinged, drug dealer, satan worshiper, he made you feel safe. 

“Yeah.” You answer. “I just don’t feel like going home right now. I’d rather not be alone.” 

He nods slowly, sitting at the green light for a moment. “Okay. Yeah.” 

He turns at the light, going the opposite direction of your house. It’s quiet for a few moments, only the sound of Eddie’s fingers tapping a rhythm on the steering wheel. You’re aching a bit, now that you’re still and warm. Now that you’re not distracting yourself to the point of numbness. You shift a bit, trying to get more comfortable. 

Eddie glances at you for a second at the movement. “Can I ask what happened?” 

You’re tempted to say no, to gloss over it, but you feel a bit like if you don’t say anything, you may explode. “My boyfriend Matt and I got into an argument.” You turn your gaze out the passenger window, watching the darkness pass outside. “It was stupid, really.” 

“Right, Matt.” Eddie nods. “One of the basketball assholes.” 

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you. “Yeah. Exactly.” You shake your head. “I don’t even really like him.” 

“Then why date him?” 

“It was my parents' idea. After they failed to pressure Steve and I together, they moved on to someone else.” 

“You and Harrington are close.” Was that a bit of trepidation in his voice? Like he might not like the answer you’re about to give. 

“We’re just friends. It’s all we’ll ever be.” 

You have known Steve forever. You can’t remember a time when Steve wasn’t there. Your dads were close. Your father being the only good lawyer in Hawkins in his opinion, and Steve’s father being the wealthiest business owner in Hawkins meant that they had a rather close relationship. So you and Steve had always been around each other. There had never been any feelings besides platonic for him. 

Until your Sophomore year, before he started dating Nancy, when your parents had convinced you that you needed to date Steve. You were past the age of being able to be friends with boys and now you needed to date. So of course, Steve was your parents first choice. It was the obvious choice. So you had asked Steve out. He had agreed to try. 

It had been an awkward try. 

Steve didn’t have any feelings for you either, and after a month of awkward attempts at spurring romantic emotions, you both called it off and agreed to stay friends. That was all you were ever going to be, and both of you were okay with that. It hadn’t made things awkward between you, especially after you confessed you only asked him because your parents wanted you to. 

So, to your parents chagrin, you were once again single and still very much only friends with Steve. They had turned their attention elsewhere, and after many failed attempts at introducing you to boys, they had found Matt. Matt’s parents owned a real estate company. He was a good student, on the basketball team, and was a complete asshole. You had only agreed to date him two months ago to get your parents off your back. Your mother was convinced you were going to follow in her footsteps and become a housewife right out of high school. 

That wasn’t what you wanted. You weren’t entirely sure what you wanted. 

Matt had been decent for a very short period. You knew you weren’t his type. You knew he wasn’t interested in you, but it kept your parents from nagging, so you had stuck with it. You weren’t happy, and tonight was just more proof you needed to break up with him.

Sooner rather than later. 

Eddie pulls up outside his trailer. You hop out, glancing around the trailer park. It’s so different from your neighborhood with its big houses and pristine lawns. Eddie leads you up the steps, opening the front door for you. 

You step into the trailer. It smells like stale cigarettes and coffee. It’s small, but it’s comforting. Homey. It feels lived in, it looks lived in. It was so vastly different from your obsessively pristine, crystal world. 

“This is it.” Eddie holds his arms out. “It’s not much, but it’s home.” 

You nod, looking up at him. “Yeah. It is homey.” 

He makes a face down at you. “Should I be offended?” 

You shake your head, offering him a small smile. “No. It’s a good thing.” 

He nods slowly. “Right.” He moves past you, heading for the kitchen. “Can I get you something to drink?” 

“Actually, can I use your bathroom first?” You ask. You’re desperate to clean yourself up. 

“Yeah, it’s on the left.” Eddie points down the hallway. 

You step into the small bathroom, trying not to look at yourself in the mirror too much. You use some wet toilet paper to clean off the remains of the evening, wiping your face clean of the smeared mascara. You still look like a bit of a disaster, but at least you were a clean disaster. 

You open the bathroom door, jumping as you find Eddie waiting right outside. A small smile forms on his face as he apologizes, your eyes drawn to the dimples in his cheeks. Dimples. You loved dimples. 

“Here.” Eddie hands you a cold can of soda. 

You thank him, taking it as he leads you to what you can only assume is his bedroom. It’s small and messy, the walls covered in posters and banners of bands you had never even heard of. It looked very much like you would expect his room to look. 

“Sorry it’s a bit messy.” Eddie says, tossing some clothes over the back of his desk chair. “The maid was off today.” 

You shake your head, sitting yourself on the end of his bed. It was unmade, sheets and blankets haphazardly tossed around. You wished you could be this messy. What you wouldn’t give to just throw stuff around and fill your room with stuff you liked. Your life was neat and tidy and unrealistic. 

Eddie sits down near the head of his bed, kicking off his shoes as he turns to face you. “So why did you want to come here?” 

It was a bit strange, that you had asked to hang out with someone you’d never hung out with alone before in the middle of the night. Someone so far off your perceived social radar it felt a bit backwards. Your mother would call it teenage rebellion. After everything Steve had told you, you knew Eddie was trustworthy. 

“I just didn’t want to be alone with my thoughts.” You say honestly. 

“Must have been one hell of a fight.” He says, taking a drink of his own soda. 

“It was more than that.” You find yourself confessing, turning your back to him to keep your courage. “I’m breaking up with him. I’d rather just forget and move on.” 

Eddie hums, silence falling between you two for a moment. “Do you want something to help you forget?” 

You turn to look at him, frowning. “What?” 

“Do you want to forget?” He asks, leaning forward slightly. “I have some fresh weed. I’ve been told I’m rather fantastic at rolling joints.” 

“O-Oh.” You’re slightly taken aback, but it’s not surprising. You have heard the rumors more times than you can count. “I-I’ve never...” 

He grins at you. “You really are little miss goodie two shoes. I’m not going to force you.” 

The words have you almost choking on your breath. He had no idea what those words mean right now to you. Oh, how different he was from Matt. Everyone would paint Eddie as being the worst of the two, but they would have no idea. 

“Will it help me forget?” 

He nods. “Yeah. Yeah, in an hour you’re not even going to remember his name.” He gets up, going to his dresser, digging around one of the drawers. 

You toe off your shoes, sitting further back on his bed. You stare at the many posters on his walls, bands you had heard the names of and bands you had never heard of. It was all so foreign, jarring almost, but you were quickly growing to love it. You felt rebellious in a way you had never been before. 

Eddie sits back on the bed with a bag and rolling papers. You watch mesmerized as he rolls the joint, paying special attention to how delicately his fingers handled it. God what you wouldn’t give to feel those fingers on your body right now. Have Eddie erase the painful memories of your night. 

Eddie pulls a lighter from his pocket, lighting the end of the joint. He inhales deeply before blowing the smoke out into the air. You watch the whole thing, a bead of sweat sliding down your spine. He hands you the joint, your hand shaking a bit as you take it. 

“Don’t be nervous.” He says, leaning close to you. “Eddie’s got you.” 

You could have melted at his words. There was a fire igniting in your stomach and you hadn’t even smoked anything yet. Eddie helps you, his hand warm as he guides the joint to your lips. You wind up a coughing mess, lungs burning a bit. Eddie rubs your back, reassuring you that you just needed some practice. 

He pulls your hand to his mouth, taking a drag before jumping off the bed. “We need some music.” You watch him move to his stereo, fingering through the many tapes next to it. “You listen to any metal?” 

You give him a look. “I think my parents would send me to a shrink if I just listened to rock.” You take a drag from the joint, lungs still burning but not quite as irritated this time. “Play me your favorite.” 

He runs his finger over the cases before pulling one out of the stack. He puts the tape in the stereo, hitting play before jumping back onto his bed. He takes the joint, taking a long drag from it as the guitar begins to flow from the stereo. 

“What is this?” You ask as you take the joint back. 

“Metallica.” He says, laying back on his back next to you. 

You pass the joint back and forth, listening to the heavy guitar and the loud drums. You could see why Eddie liked it so much. 

You find yourself laying next to him, feeling warm and fuzzy. You feel a bit like you’re floating, like you may rise right off the bed and through the ceiling if you’re not careful. You’ve relaxed, the tension you’d been holding in your muscles gone for the first time tonight. You did feel better. You felt fantastic. 

You are really starting to get warm, though. You sit up, pulling your sweater over your head, leaving you in a tank top. The bed shifts behind you, Eddie sitting up. You tense when you feel his fingers on your back, horrifying memories slamming to the surface. Matt with his and around the base of your neck, fingers digging into the skin, forcing you down.  

“Did Matt do this?” He asks, his voice hard. You can hear the anger in it, despite the soft touch of his fingers along the sore skin. 

Your next breath is a hiccup, Eddie’s hand wrapping around your arm to turn you. You hate crying, you hate crying in front of other people. You’d done too much of that tonight, but Eddie’s face makes you want to sob. He says your name, delicately like saying it too loudly may cause an avalanche. It very nearly does. 

His gaze lowers to where your hands are wrapped around the end of your skirt, bunching the fabric in your fists. His grip on your arm tightens, squeezing almost painfully. “I’ll fucking kill him.” 

“No!” You grab Eddie before he can fully rise from the bed, using your own weight to pull him back down. You’re clinging to him, pressing yourself against him to keep him still. “He’s not worth it.” Your hands are shaking as they grip the leather of his jacket, soft strands of his hair brushing your face. He smells like smoke and beer and cheap cologne. You loved it. You wanted to bottle him up and wear that scent everywhere. “Please, don’t.” You beg, desperate not to be alone, desperate not to have Eddie get himself in trouble on your behalf after just getting out of trouble.

Eddie breathes out a long breath of air, wrapping his arms around you. “He deserves it.” 

“I know.” You murmur. “But it’s not worth it.” 

“Like hell it isn’t.” He pushes you back, looking you in the eye. “You can’t let him get away with this.” 

“I don’t want to make it a big deal.” You push. “I just want to move on. Forget it ever happened.” 

Eddie’s mouth is a straight line as he stares at you, but he must know there’s no convincing you otherwise. He doesn’t push anymore, his hands loosening their hold on your arms, instead sliding down to your hands. His rings are cold on your skin, a sharp contrast to the warmth of his hands. 

“I’m breaking up with him.” You say, eyes on where his hands are delicately holding yours. “I just want to forget and move forward. Fuck what my parents think.” 

Eddie huffs a laugh. “They do have bad taste in boys.” 

You give him a look. “You have no idea.” 

Eddie’s thumb rubs circles into the top of your hand. “Stay here tonight. I’ll take you home in the morning before my Uncle gets back from work.” 

You nod. “Thanks, Eddie.” 

You lean against his side, dizzy still from the weed. You finish off the joint, letting yourself go boneless next to Eddie. You can’t help but look between you two, at the stark differences. Your soft pastels against the darkness that was Eddie. 

He says your name quietly in the silence as the tape moves to the next track. “Why did you want to come here? I could have taken you anywhere.” Like to Steve. He doesn't have to say it, but she knows it's implied. “I mean, I think this is the most time we’ve ever spent together.” 

You hum quietly, pulling your knees up closer to your chest. “I did think about going to Steve’s house, but if his parents saw me they’d get my parents involved and that’s the last thing I want.” You look up into his big brown eyes, almost getting lost in them. “Steve trusts you, Eddie. He told me what you did. How you almost died to save Dustin. If Steve trusts you, then I can trust you.” 

Eddie’s hand twitches where it’s laying between you, almost like he wanted to reach out and touch you. You wouldn’t have stopped him. “That wasn’t...your first time...was it?” 

You shake your head. “No.” You bite your lip. “Steve was my first.” 

Eddie sputters for a moment, eyes wide in disbelief as he shifts to look down at you. “Steve Harrington took your virginity?” 

You nod. “Yeah. It was while we were trying to date. I asked him to. I told him I wanted someone I trusted to do it. It was part of what solidified the fact that we’d never be more than friends. There was nothing there, not even after having sex.” You let your gaze drop from his. “This time was only my second. It’s what started the argument. Matt wanted to have sex, I didn’t feel ready. He kept pushing and pushing until he just...did it anyway. I waited until he was asleep, then I snuck out.” 

“I’m sorry.” Eddie says gently. “That’s not okay.” 

You shake your head. “It’s not. I should have known it was coming. He was getting handsy before we left on vacation. I just didn’t think he’d go that far.” 

“You couldn’t possibly have known.” Eddie says. “I mean, Matt is a lot of things, asshole bully included, but rapist? That’s a big jump.” 

You tilt your head to look up at him, cheek resting against the leather of his jacket. “Would you ever fuck me, Eddie?” 

Eddie nearly chokes at your words. He stares at you for a moment. “I-I mean, you are pretty and-” 

“Like right now?” 

“R-Right now? I’m not sure that’s-” 

“Please.” You cut him off again. “I don’t want him to be the last thing I feel tonight. I just...need to know it’s not always going to be like that.” 

He stares at you, slowly lifting a hand to brush your cheek. You lean into the touch, placing your hand on top of his to hold it there. He lets out a breath, sighing a fuck it before diving in, pressing his lips to yours. 

***

You could say he was taking advantage of the situation. Hell, you could even say he was taking advantage of you. You were clearly not in your right mind. He almost hadn’t recognized you when he’d driven up to find you walking along the side of the road at midnight by yourself with mascara stained cheeks. 

Sure, he may have been taking advantage of your offering, and he probably should have said no, tucked you into bed to sleep off your high and gone to sleep on the couch. He did promise you would forget, and it may have been the weed talking, or maybe he was just a creep like everyone said. 

Eddie had been in love with you since the first time he saw you your Sophomore year. It was the first time Eddie was a Senior, and he had been awestruck by the sight of you in the hallway. Of course, he had assumed you were dating Steve Harrington. You were always around him, attached at the hip practically. But as Steve began to become the most sought after boy at Hawkins High, he realized you were just friends. 

Eddie had followed you like a ghost for two years. He watched several short flings with the smartest and most athletic at Hawkins High. He had watched as you told off Billy Hargrove in the hallway for hitting on you one two many times. Eddie himself had dissuaded a few creeps, silently, without you ever knowing. 

Eddie had been in love with you, but you were so far out of his league he may as well be an ant crawling around the base of your pedestal. Your father was well known in Hawkins, which made you instantly popular. You were rich, drop dead gorgeous, and almost too kind. People liked you, making you popular by default. You were soft and bright and sometimes Eddie thought he saw a halo over your head. 

Then came the arrival of your mutual friends. Dustin, Mike, and Lucas who had joined his Hellfire Club. They knew you and Steve, and so the mutual acquaintances were bound to run into each other often. Still, despite his slight integration into your life, he held his tongue. Held himself back to make sure he didn’t stare too much when you passed each other. When Dustin had formally introduced you, he had thought he was going to combust. It had been an entirely automatic response when he had taken your outstretched hand and bowed to kiss your knuckles. It only felt right. You were practically royalty. 

He had thought he would combust again when he noticed the faint flush of your cheeks at his action. He had barely held it together, ready to throw himself at your feet and confess his love for you. 

Nevertheless, he held himself back. You began dating Matt, and Eddie found himself wanted for murder. He had been elated when Steve had said you were on vacation out of the country. Naturally this was nothing new for you. You had been involved in this early on thanks to Steve. But Eddie wasn’t sure he could have stood by and let you risk your life like that. Putting yourself in danger right in front of him. 

Especially when he almost died. 

He was glad things had almost cleared up by the time you had returned. He had been in the process of being cleared for the murders when you had landed back in the U.S., coming home to find Hawkins in shambles. Steve had obviously filled you in on everything, like expected. 

It made sense why you had trusted him, why you had opened yourself up to him. Perhaps there was a bit of attraction there on your end as well. He may have just been trying to make excuses for why what he was doing was okay. You had begged him so desperately. You wanted him. At least in this moment, you wanted him as much as he had wanted you for two years. 

Your mouth is eager against his as he rolls himself on top of you. You’re so small, your skin baby smooth under his calloused fingers as he trails them up your thigh. He reaches your panties, a little pink frilly thing that he would love to rip apart, but now is not the time for that. You were made to be worshiped, made to be treated softly. You were a princess and you deserved to be treated like one. 

He’s hard against your thigh, his hand cupping your sex over your panties. He can feel the dampness soaking through, making him groan against your lips. “You really want this.” He pulls away to say, letting his fingers trail up your clothed slit. 

You buck against his hand, letting out a quiet noise. “Fuck, Eddie, please.” 

He could have cum in his pants just listening to the sounds you were making. He circles your clit over your panties, watching your face as it twists in pleasure. 

For the first time tonight, you wanted it. For the first time tonight, you were feeling desire. It felt wrong, but at the same time it felt so right. Just hours ago you had been violated by someone you thought you could trust. Matt had no respect for you at all, he wasn’t even that interested in you. 

Eddie, on the other hand, you wanted Eddie. He was so different from what you had been raised to want. He made you feel safe. Safe enough to bare yourself to him, safe enough to trust him to take care of you. 

“Eddie,” You moan, pressing harder against his hand. “Please, make me feel good.” 

“I will princess.” He murmurs against your neck, lightly suckling the skin there. “Don’t worry.” 

You tangle a hand in his hair as he finally slips his hand under your panties. His ring is cold against your skin as he gathers some wetness on his fingers. He’s gentle, easing his middle finger into you. You’re sore, tender from Matt, but you can push past the pain. Push past the ache for a better one. You wanted to ache because of Eddie. You wanted to remember him inside you tomorrow. 

“Fuck, sound so pretty.” Eddie groans against your neck, lips and teeth against your skin. You tug on his hair as he thrusts his fingers into you, getting you ready for him. 

“Eddie!” You call out his name, hips grinding against his hand. “Eddie, I’m gonna cum!” 

“Cum for me.” He groans against your jaw, lifting his head to watch your face as you cum undone around his fingers. 

Fuck, you were gorgeous. What he wouldn’t give to see that all the time. Eyes rolled back, lips parted, back arched so beautifully. He had done that. 

“Eddie,” You breathe, hand still tangled in his hair, holding him still. “Eddie, need you. Need you inside me.”

“Fuck.” He breathes, pressing his lips to your forehead as he keeps himself from cumming in his pants just like that. 

He pulls himself away, sucking his fingers clean. He wanted nothing more than to bury his face between your thighs, but that would have to wait. Instead he tosses his shirt across the room, quickly kicking off his pants and boxers. He reaches over you to the nightstand, digging through it, but he comes up empty handed. He always had condoms. Except of course the one time he really needed them. 

“Fuck.” He curses, slamming the drawer shut. 

“Eddie.” You whine, hands trailing over his skin. “Please.” 

“I don’t have condoms, babe.” He says, trying to wrack his brain for where one could possibly be. 

“I don’t care.” You say, tugging him closer. “Just fuck me. Please.” 

Maybe it was the weed, or perhaps just sheer desperation to savor this moment. He should have known better, both of you should have, but neither of you were thinking straight. 

Eddie relents, slipping himself into your pussy unprotected. He screws his eyes closed, holding his breath as he sinks into you, warm, velvety walls gripping him. It was like a dream, the girl he’d been in love with for two years in his bed, pussy fluttering around him. He’s definitely high, definitely not thinking straight. 

He doesn’t care. 

His movements are slow, deliberate as he thrusts into you. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him close as he lets his body drop against yours, leaning on his elbows over you. Your eyes are half lidded, rimmed red from the weed as you stare up at him. You’ve never looked more beautiful than now. 

His name is like a prayer on your lips, fingers trailing the scars on his back as he fucks into you. His face is pressed against your throat, kissing away the painful bruises on your skin, the memories from earlier. This was what you wanted to remember. This was all you wanted.

You’re crying his name as you cum, shaking around him. He cums inside you with a groan, muffled against your neck. You’re not sure how long you lay there, wrapped up around him, joined together as close as you possibly can be. 

For the first time, things feel right. For the first time, things feel like they’re supposed to. 

***

The sky is starting to lighten when you wake. Your head is throbbing just a bit and you feel groggy. You hadn’t been asleep long, just long enough to make you feel awful now that you were awake. You press your face back into Eddie’s chest, holding him tighter to you. 

You didn’t want to leave. You wanted to stay here, pressed up against him for the rest of time. You knew that wasn’t possible, though. You had to get up. You had to go back home before your parents got up and noticed you missing. You had to go before his uncle came home. 

“Eddie.” You murmur against his skin. He was only in his boxers, you in one of his oversized band shirts. 

He groans, mumbling something against the top of your head. 

“I should get home, Eddie.” 

Neither of you move for a moment. What you wouldn’t give to be able to stay here forever. Wrapped up in Eddie in a safe place. You had to go back to your world, though. You had to go back and pretend nothing had happened. 

Eddie finally moves, releasing you so he can roll over, stretching his arms over his head. “I’ll drive you.” He stares at you as you sit up, rubbing your eyes. “How do you feel?” 

You hum. “I don’t want to leave.” 

He smiles, tucking some of your hair behind your ear. “Unless you want to explain all this to your parents, I should get you home.” 

You nod. “Yeah, you’re right.” You crawl off the end of his bed, grabbing your clothes from the floor. Back into the pastels, back into the fake pristine world you lived in. 

Eddie pauses before you walk out his front door, looking down at you. You meet him halfway, standing up on your toes to kiss him. You’re not sure why, but it feels a bit like a finality. You didn’t want this to be the end, but you’re not sure when you’ll get to do this again. 

You follow him out to his van, climbing in the passenger seat. He drives you home, following the directions you give him. He whistles lowly as you pull up just down the street from your house. You didn’t want to risk your parents being up and spotting him, or worse your neighbors. 

“You live there?” He nods at the too big house just in front of you. “You really are a princess.” 

Princess. He’d called you that last night. You wanted him to call you that all the time. 

“Shut up.” You smile, leaning close to him over the armrest. “I’ll see you Monday?” 

He nods. “Maybe after you dump Matt we can talk.” 

You nod, leaning over to kiss his cheek before climbing out of the van. You hurry to your back fence, sneaking in the gate so you can climb up to your window. You needed a long shower and maybe a long cry to make your red eyes more excusable.

***

Your stomach is a twisted jumble of nerves as you slowly place your books in your locker. The halls were slowly filling with students all getting ready to head off to lunch. You had yet to see Matt, as he usually arrived late to school. You had caught a ride with Steve and Robin as usual, and all day you had been distracted, trying to figure out just how the hell you were going to tell Matt you were breaking up with him. You knew he wouldn’t take it well. 

Speak of the devil, you can hear his loud approach, his body leaning against the lockers next to you as you close yours. 

“Hey, babe.” He grins wolfishly at you. “You left me hanging Friday night. Woke up and you were gone.” 

“I had to get home.” You say simply. “Before my parents noticed. I told you.” 

“But you didn’t even give me a goodbye kiss.” He pouts his lips. 

“I did, you were sleeping.” You try to duck under his arm but he quickly pushes you back, standing up straight so he towers over you. 

“What’s your deal?” He asks, leaning in close. “You’re acting like a real bitch today.” 

I don’t know, maybe it’s because you assaulted me? Everything in you is telling you to turn tail and run, but you stand your ground. “Matt,” You stare up at his brown eyes, brown eyes you’d thought were so sweet when you first started dating, but now you knew the monster behind them. “I’m breaking up with you.” 

He stares at you in disbelief for a moment. “Excuse me?” 

“I’m breaking up with you.” You say it slower, louder. You’re testing waters but you need to get it out there. 

“Uh, no.” Matt puts his hand on your shoulder, slamming you back against the lockers. “I don’t think so. You’re not just walking away.” 

“I am.” You say, keeping your courage as people glance your way thanks to the loud sound of your body meeting the lockers. “You’re a sick pig of a boy who only cares about his dick.” You think back to what Eddie had said, how gently he had spoken to you. How he had treated you. “I’m too good for you, Matt. You deserve someone like Linda Collins. You won’t have to rape her, she’ll open her legs right up for you.” It was a mean dig at Linda, but you know it’s true. Steve had dated her briefly earlier this year. 

Pain hits you first as well as the force of the blow before you even realize what’s happened. You’re on the floor, barely catching yourself with your hands before you faceplant. Your left cheek begins to throb deeply, vision blurring for a moment. Your face is on fire, stinging, burning, pulsing in time with your heartbeat. It all happens in a matter of seconds but it feels like slow motion. 

You hear the shout, the sound of skin hitting skin, people rushing closer and backing away at the same time. Someone’s got their hands on you, pulling you up into a seated position. The movement makes you dizzy for a moment, your eyes settling on the figures in front of you. 

Eddie. It’s Eddie, beating the ever loving shit out of Matt. 

Time speeds up again, Dustin and Mike swooping in to pull Eddie back off a bloodied Matt. Teachers are breaking up the crowd and the fight, whisking Eddie and Matt off probably to the Principal's office. Robin is helping you up off the floor, having been the one at your side the entire time. 

She sits with you in the nurse’s office as well, the nurse giving you an ice pack for your aching cheek. It hurts to move your face at all, even turning your head hurts a bit, but the nurse had cleared you for a concussion. Just one nasty bruise and a sore face for a bit. 

You weren’t a stranger to injuries, bruises, cuts. With your forays with the Upside Down as well, you’d had enough injuries to last a lifetime. 

“I didn’t think he was going to hit you.” Robin says, leaning against the bed next to you. “I mean, I knew he was a dick but that’s stooping really low.” 

She had no idea. 

The bell rings, signaling lunch is already over. 

“You should go.” You say, glancing up at Robin

“And leave you here? No way.” 

“I’m fine. I promise.” You try to reassure her. “You can come over after school and baby me then.” 

The door opens, the principal stepping in. “Ms. Buckley, you are free to go back to class.” 

Robin gives you a look and you shoo her away, knowing she’d be over as soon as she could after school was over. She’d also likely tell Steve as soon as possible as well. 

“How are you feeling?” The Principal asks, stepping closer. 

“My face hurts.” You deadpan, casting a glance at her. 

A small smile forms on her lips. “I’ve called your parents, along with Matthew’s parents and Eddie’s uncle. We’ll get this whole thing sorted out, but I’d like to hear your side. I’ve already spoken to Matthew and Eddie, as well as a couple very enthusiastic witnesses.” 

Dustin and Mike probably. If Eddie got there that fast, they were likely right behind him and saw at least part of it. 

“Matt and I were dating.” You start, choosing your words as speaking was almost unbearable. “I decided I wanted to break up. He didn’t take it very well. Next thing I know I’m on the ground and Eddie’s there.” 

The Principal nods. “That seems to be the general consensus. Rest assured Matthew will face ample punishment for his actions.” 

“And Eddie? He was just coming to my defense, he shouldn’t be punished.” 

The Principal nods. “I do have to punish him for fighting on school grounds, but given the circumstances I think I may be able to lessen his punishment a bit.” 

You nod. “Thank you. He’s really trying hard this year, I’d hate to see him lose steam so close.” 

“Yes, it would be nice to finally have him go.” She squeezes your shoulder. “You can wait here until your parents arrive. I imagine that will be rather soon.” 

You nod, turning the ice pack so the cold hits your throbbing cheek once more. 

The nurse comes back in the door a while later, and you can hear muffled yelling through the door. “Your parents are here.” She says. 

“I thought that was dad.” You say, hopping down off the table. “Suppose I should go before he threatens to sue the school board.” 

“Here.” She trades out the ice packs. “A fresh one for the road.” 

“Thank you.” You smile as best you can, grabbing your bag before making your way towards the Principal's office. 

“You’ll be lucky if you can step foot in this county when I’m done with you!” You hear your dad yell as you approach. They’re stepping out the door, your dad with his lawyer face on. 

“Come on, honey, before your blood pressure goes up.” Your mother tries to calm him down. She spots you, hurrying over. “Oh my baby, look at your face.” 

You swat her hands away, pressing the ice back on your cheek. “Poking it isn’t helping, mom. Can we go?” 

She nods, taking your arm and your fathers arm and leading both of you out of the school building. Your father is still seething, you can tell by the way he’s walking. He’s past lawyer mode and into “I’m going to sue you right out of Indiana” mode. 

You climb in the backseat of your father’s car, leaning your head against the headrest as he drives back home. 

“I can’t believe he would hit someone like that. I told you there was something wrong with that boy.” Your father says, still angry. 

“He was a bit off wasn’t he?” 

If you hadn’t been in pain, you might have reminded them it was their fault she was dating him to begin with. 

“Honey? Are you alright? Do we need to go to the hospital? I think we should go to the hospital, she looks a bit peaky.” 

“I’m fine, mom.” You grit out, turning to stare out the window. “I can take a punch. I’m not made of glass.” 

“She’s fine.” Your father says, trying to placate your mother. “She’s tough. She is my daughter.” 

You would have smiled if it hadn’t hurt so much. Your father wasn’t really a physical man. He was tall and lean and had been a runner in high school. Words, though, were something your father could work with. It was what made him a good lawyer. He could argue the pants off anyone, and he loved being right. He only took high profile cases in Hawkins, which was why he dealt with the more wealthy inhabitants. You always wondered why he had stayed here instead of going somewhere like New York or Philadelphia. Somewhere bigger where he could better use his skills. There was something about Hawkins that kept people, though. Your father was one of them. 

It didn’t take long to get home, your dad stomping off to his office no doubt to make a case against Matt. Your mother is already fussing, following you all the way up to your room. She was going to hover for a while. 

***

“I can’t believe he actually punched you! He hit you for breaking up with him! What an asshole!” Robin says, leaning against your window, looking out at the picturesque backyard. 

Steve is seated on your bed with you, holding an ice pack against your cheek. They had arrived not long after the school day was over, no doubt Robin telling Steve everything when he picked her up. He would have sped over here as fast as he legally could. 

“Steve, you don’t have to hold that against my face.” You say, looking at your best friend. 

“If I don’t, I might do something I regret.” 

You know he’s mad. He would have been the one bashing Matt’s face in, had he been there. You know he’d like nothing more than to get his turn now. 

“Then Eddie just came out of nowhere and started railing on Matt. I’ve never seen him look like that, not even in the Upside Down.” 

Both of them turn to look at you. You can’t look at either of them, thankful when your door opens, your mom stepping in with a tray of food. 

“I brought snacks for you kids.” She sets it down on your desk. “Lemonade’s freshly made.” 

Robin thanks her, grabbing a glass. 

“Do you need anything, sweetie? A fresh ice pack?” Your mother tries to hover but you wave her away. 

“No, mom. I’m fine.” 

“Okay.” Your mother thankfully backs off without making a big scene. “Just call down if you need anything.” 

Robin and Steve wait until the door is closed before they’re both looking at you again, Robin sitting on your other side. “Spill.” 

You shrug. “I snuck out Friday to see Matt. We got into an argument, so I left. I was walking home when Eddie drove by. He offered to drive me home. We talked on the way, I told him about the argument.” You shrug again. It was getting hard to talk with your face swelling. 

They look like they don’t quite believe you. They had no idea. No idea what Matt had done, no idea what you and Eddie had done. Even though you spoke to them over the weekend, you had kept the details to yourself. Even though they were your friends, in Steve’s case your best friend, you didn’t want to tell them. You couldn’t. You knew if you told Steve, he’d go off the rails. He was already barely holding it in. 

“That’s it?” Steve asks, adjusting his hold on the ice pack. 

You nod. “Yeah.” You can tell he doesn’t believe you still. “Look, my face really hurts. Can we go watch a movie or something?” 

Steve stares hard at you for a moment before nodding. “Sure.” 

***

The left side of your face is still swollen, an ugly purple color already starting to outline your cheekbone. It doesn’t hurt much anymore, thanks to the pain meds your mother had given you so you could stand getting through dinner. You’re now sitting at your vanity in your favorite fluffy robe, inspecting the nasty bruise. Nothing a little powder won’t cover. Your mother had given her advice already when she’d offered pain pills. 

You nearly have a heart attack when something taps on your window. You spin around, half expecting some monster, or worse Matt, but you’re shocked to see a familiar fluffy head of hair. You hurry over, sliding the window open. 

“What are you doing here?” You ask as Eddie climbs into your window. 

“I came to check on you.” He says quietly. “I didn’t get to see you before you left.” 

“Oh.” You’re a bit taken aback. You had promised to talk to him today, but you hadn’t expected Matt to take the news so violently. “Well, I’m bruised, but alright I guess.” 

Eddie gently holds your chin, tilting your face a bit so he can look at the bruise. “That’s one hell of a bruise.” 

“Well, he did hit me pretty hard.” 

“I know.” Eddie says, following you as you move to sit on the end of your bed. “I saw it. I was coming to find you when he pushed you up against the lockers. I was on my way to step in when he punched you. I just saw red and didn’t even think. I wanted to punch his face in.” 

“Thank you.” You say, taking his hand. His knuckles are bruised and cut up. “Does it hurt? I’ll go get you an ice pack.” 

“No, it’s alright.” 

“Eddie.” You give him a look. “You hurt yourself defending me. Let me take care of you now.” 

He lets you go and you creep down the stairs, your parents already in their room for the night. You grab an ice pack from the freezer, hurrying back up to your room. Eddie’s still sitting on your bed, looking around your room. 

Your room was so different from his. It was bigger, for starters. Half his trailer could probably fit inside. Everything had its place. It was a picture of bare minimalism. Only the necessary furniture, all the personal items in their places, no clutter, nothing on the walls but a couple paintings your mother had approved. Everything matched down to the wood grain. It was all clean, tidy, like some display room at a furniture store. 

You sit next to him, taking his hand. You settle the ice pack over his knuckles, holding it there. “Thank you.” You say again, looking up at him. “I hope the principal wasn’t too harsh.” 

He shakes his head. “Nah. I’m suspended tomorrow, then detention for the rest of the week. Matt’s suspended indefinitely. I heard them talking about expulsion even to keep your dad from suing.” 

“That’s not gonna stop my dad.” You shake your head. “I didn’t think he’d go that far.” 

Eddie ducks his head so he’s looking you in the eye. “He’s knowingly assaulted you before. There’s no limits with people like that. I’m glad you did it in public, though. There’s no telling what he would have done if you had been alone.” He cups your uninjured cheek, rings cold on your face from being outside. “Fuck, I wanted to kill him for putting his hands on you.” 

“I’m glad there were people around. I’m not sure I would have stopped you.” 

Those big brown eyes stare into yours, almost like he was looking right into your soul. “Can I confess something to you?” He asks, pulling his hand from your face to lean against it. You nod, still holding his right hand. “I have had the biggest crush on you for two years.” 

You stare at him, wide eyed. You knew he had to have some sort of feelings for you. How he had acted in his trailer, when you first were formally introduced, even today when he had willingly beaten up a guy for punching you. “What?” 

He nods. “Since the first time I saw you your Sophomore year.” 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” 

He scoffs. “You are entirely unattainable for someone like me.” 

You give him a look. “Eddie.” 

“No, you are.” He motions around your room. “Just look. You are so far out of my league, I’m not even sure we’re on the same planet anymore. You are a princess and I am just a lowly commoner forced to watch you parade by, wishing I could walk beside you.” 

You know he’s right. Had he approached you two years ago, you would have politely brushed him off as another creep. You would have given him the same treatment you gave Billy Hargrove. But ever since your formal introduction, when Dustin had practically dragged you over to meet the leader of the Hellfire Club and he had greeted you in such a sweeping fashion, you couldn’t deny there were feelings growing. 

He was a sweet metalhead, a protector of the nerds and those who refused to conform like you did. He had welcomed the boys with open arms, given them a place in the tough ranks of high school. He had even offered once to have you join, though you had politely declined mostly because you had no idea how to play Dungeons and Dragons. Your parents would have had a conniption if they had even seen you speaking to Eddie, much less finding out you played the “devil’s game.” 

“Eddie, about Friday-” 

“Technically it was Saturday.” 

You roll your eyes. “Okay, Saturday, I can’t help but feel like I took advantage of you a bit.” 

“You took advantage of me?” He stares at you, aghast. “I was the one who got you high for the first time.” 

“True. But still, I was the one who pressured you into sex.” 

“You didn’t pressure me.” He cups your chin, keeping your eyes on his face. “I would have asked before the night was over. You just happened to ask first. I wanted it too. Fuck, I wanted it so bad. Just to even be here, this close to you.” His thumb strokes your chin, calloused and rough. “A beautiful princess, shut inside her castle.” 

You can’t help the heat rising to your cheeks. You take his hand, lacing your fingers together. “My brave barbarian.” 

He groans, leaning his forehead against yours. “I thought you didn’t know anything about DND.” 

“I don’t know how to play.” You laugh. “But I’ve hung out with the boys enough I know what a few things mean.” 

“Oh you are so fucking perfect.” He leans in towards you, pausing inches away. “Can I kiss you?” 

“Gently.” You say, closing the distance. 

He kisses you softly, careful not to agitate your bruised face. 

“So what do you say, Dungeon Master.” You say after he pulls away. “Gonna ask your princess out on a date?” 

He groans, hand trailing down the sleeve of your robe. “You have to be careful with that one, babe.” He leans his forehead against yours, slipping his hand around your waist. “I would like to take you out, though maybe not right away.” 

You shake your head. “Probably best to let this whole situation fizzle out. We don’t need more rumors.” You lean into him. “Graduation is in three weeks. Think you can hold out that long.” 

He hums, kissing your forehead. “Only if I get to sneak in every night.”

#stranger things #stranger things fic #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader

[rockingrobin69]

golden rim, slightly chipped

Dear Anon, these are weird times, and your message meant so much to me that I somehow managed to delete it. I have no idea how to thank you other than reposting this - 700 words, extending on today’s domaystic drabble, very much for you. sorry love you sorry THANK YOU

When Draco first moved into his flat, it was entirely empty. The only thing he had to put in the cupboard was one small cup (delicate flower pattern with a golden rim, slightly chipped). He ate slices of cheese until he got a kettle from his overly-chatty neighbour, at which point he lived solely on pot noodles, using his suitcase as a table. He didn’t go looking for anything more; it was enough, and trying was—too hard. Demanded too much energy. His house was empty but for a kettle, one cup, and at least a dozen pot noodles.

Then Pansy came over with wine glasses (‘one must always, Draco, darling,’) and Blaise got them the shittiest bottles of wine Tesco offered. They sat on the floor together and ate chips with single-use chopsticks. A few days later Greg came by with a chair, then a table, both of which he probably nicked, gods know where from. Theo bought three sets of cutlery and a couple of bowls. He warned Draco he never wanted to see him drinking soup out of glasses again (or, worse, plastic tubs. ‘Bloody disgraceful, mate’).

Then came Potter, with the three horrible encounters no one in their right mind would consider as dates, and the fourth one which was somewhat better. (Draco had forks, now, but the leftovers from their meal he still fed Potter with his fingers, directly out the Styrofoam). Potter brought lots of things; a base and a headboard for the mattress in the bedroom, an Ikea sofa and bookshelf he built himself, and a new name, like a breath of air, musical and sweet (‘Harry’). And the flat kept filling.

Granger loaned him loads of books—so many that at some point she stopped asking for them back, and then so many more that she became Hermione. Ron swiped at least half the Burrow’s pots and pans. Neville got a microwave, and Dean and Seamus sprung out on a toaster. Draco found an armchair on the street, one leg broken and upholstery all torn, and decided to fix it. He brazenly called it my chair, and no one contested the name. It felt like winning, somehow.

Luna and Dean made art to hang on the walls, or showcase on the shelves Ginny installed. Marcus and Oliver Wood built a proper, actual wardrobe, in which Draco’s clothes could really hang, meaning he didn’t need to spend half as much time on the iron he got from Percy. Then Mrs. Weasley (‘Molly. Aren’t we way past that, dear?’) tailored curtains for the windows, magicked to let through just the right amount of light, and by this time, Draco realised it wasn’t his flat anymore, it was theirs; Harry’s toothbrush sat next to Draco’s in the mug Teddy made, his socks filled the drawers in George’s cabinet. The little dent in the sofa in the shape of his bum, the scratches in Draco’s heart where he’s clawed his way in. Not just him—everywhere he looked he could see it, the physical ways the people in his life manifested in the flat.

That’s what that was, then. The Manor had been full of things, but it never felt like this. Like… happiness, filtering like sunlight through him, reflecting off of Harry’s smiling eyes and catching on the flowers in Millie’s vase. Draco leaned back and sighed in relief. He didn’t think it would ever—even if he still felt the odd hankering for noodles. That was all right too, though. He kept a few in the kitchen, and when he needed time alone he’d open one up, and no one would bother him until he came back. Of all the miracles he could never imagine; a pot of noodles, and a chair, and this. His family. Words could never describe exactly what it meant to him.

When Mother returned from France, she brought back a gift: three cups, delicate, flower pattern with a golden rim. A perfect set among a whole array of mismatched cups and mugs. (The chipped one was still his favourite, for knobhead-related, sentimental reasons). Draco’s cupboard—like his life, like his flat, like his heart—has never been so full.

#for anon #I'm so so sorry no idea how I even #OOF #you are so lovely and kind #sorry that this is the most i can do?! #love you #RockingRobin69

[blackstarchanx3new]

Creations AU FNAF 4, But I obnoxiously over explain it PT 1

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Holy shit remember when I said there were "Side comics"

Lmfao yeah they go more in depth.

We're starting with FNAF 4 because as of rn it's the first in the timeline of comics I've made. SL will be next and imo has the shittiest art because I was hurting myself with every page of that damn thing.

Content warnings I guess: bad things happen to fictional kids because this is fnaf lmfao.

I forgot wtf the faded words say but I'm pretty sure they're all written from William except one which is from Josh. Fuck if I remember which tho XDDDDDD

They're all talking vaguely about the incident.

So I'm going off the bold assumption you've seen the over explains for the main AU and will be talking about FNAF 4 from that perspective: Honestly the biggest hurdles in the Creations AU over explained is just how much I dump about the games, the AU as a whole, spoilers what to AVOID spoiling ex.

(Like...What I FEEL should be common knowledge I sometimes say, but then I realized: Holy fuck most of my current tumblr followers are ZELDA people who might just be reading cause they like my stuff in general and have ZERO Fnaf knowledge lmfao I'm very sorry if I don't always communicate things from the games specifically well.)

If you're here from the Creations AU MAIN comic over explained:

We are all to aware Elizabeth is dead and Cody has SEEN said incident, which gives a lot of insight into his character going forward in this comic.

This is based on the fan theory crying child saw Elizabeth die. I honestly dunno how much merit that actually has in CANNON but it's a fun story idea for Creations at least lol.

Circus Baby, the animatronic pictured was the one that did the deed.

So funny story: I actually like Josh as a character MORE after drawing FNAF 4 X'D and I will get into why. He's been the butt of the "I hate this character" joke for a long time but now the script has flipped because I actually like him a lot from a character standpoint but the audience couldn't stand his ass. (Reasonably he's awful lmfao) I didn't HATE him in SL I mostly hyped up how much I "Disliked" him If I hated him, I wouldn't draw him lmfao but I find he's 100xs more interesting as a person in FNAF 4 because he's WAY more flawed and his vulnerabilities are on full ass display here.

So dialogue wise: Josh goes on an absolute anger filled tirade on Cody merely taking a look into his presumed dead sister's room.

Their mother is out of the house under false pretenses, and beats Josh. She doesn't do this to Cody apparently which is clearly causing resentment. We can already make some assumptions about Josh's behavior due to his mother's abuse. Being, he repeats said cycle of abuse onto his younger brother.

He's a bad person lmfao and I won't justify his shit but I can completely understand why he's acting this way. Bro should not be in this situation.

William's "Checked out". Presumably not emotionally available or even physically considering Josh is looking after his brother.

He's being FORCED to basically parent his younger sibling who he dislikes STRONGLY, which uh. Makes older siblings carry a LOT of baggage later in life and in the moment is clearly doing NO ONE favors. He's also VERY CLEARLY not emotionally capable of dealing with a child. Which is just irresponsible as hell on his parents ends. That is a recipe for a complete trainwreck as we will very soon see.

Oh. The bear talks.

Hide and seek with high stakes. I got nothing much to say about the scenes directly tied/based to the minigames as they mostly speak for themselves.

Josh is a dick, that's evident.

Some of yall might not like it but I'm going on both Josh and Cody's perspectives here lmao. Deal with it

I would also lose my patience with a screaming child throwing an absolute tantrum. But on Cody's end, I wouldn't wanna go to Freddy's/Fredbear's either considering HE SAW HIS SISTER DIE THERE.

Josh's reasoning for bringing Cody makes sense though: Their dad is here and he can spend time with his friends. Josh's friend Lucas points out they're technically "Banned" from Freddy's. And she's cheating. According to Josh. Which just makes her leaving her son with his abusive older brother to cheat even more insulting/disgusting. Oliver Blondie with the green shirt is disturbed by Josh trauma dumping lmao. Richard cracks jokes about Josh's mom's affairs. Josh like Michael and William are British which Richard not so elegantly makes fun of. You'll notice a significant LACK of Michael here. More details: All four of these boys indulge in bad habits. Like smoking.

I WONDER WHY. Sarcasm aside, it's almost like abusing your kids results in them lashing out in horrible ways, mostly self destructive...

As we know Richard's dad is a freak who sleeps with married women and Josh's mother's known for infidelity. And all four smoke except Lucas apparently.

The "Josh you of all people would know I don't smoke" line is a play on the fact they're in a relationship and kiss, because Lucas and Josh's relationship is not subtle at all.

I find it amusing they all blame each other for Richard's stolen cigarettes as it's clear Josh and Oliver are behind it but MOSTLY Josh.

Well, he did the bare minimum of leaving him in a place he THINKS is safe, with a way to get back to the house?

Josh this is still shitty as hell. X'D

Lucas continues to be the only one in this friend group with a brain, also I do like how he nags his boyfriend and his shitty parenting choices for his brother lmfao.

He won't DO anything about it but he'll point it out.

Fredbear we can see this.

HAH SCARY.

Haha trauma.

Not now son Daddy's helping people into fur suits.

Yeah closing the door doesn't help this situation. Poor kiddo.

My bro wanted him to fall lmao. That would have been funny but nah.

Josh is playing on a 3DS because it's funny.

He at least fed his brother. Bare minimum parenting there buddy.

Not Josh getting annoyed because Cody says something scary he didn't personally tell him. X'D

He gives a half hearted attempt at advice...? Comfort? idk what you'd call that lmao.

And okay fr from Josh's perspective his brother is just acting like a ungrateful cowardly brat. X'D That doesn't make what he does right but like: Would YOU Believe him if he told you he "Saw" someone get eaten by a robot lmfao????

Children lie or misunderstand things. And Josh is old enough to know how these things work. He knows they're people in costumes or just lifeless things on the stage. Or at least they're SUPOSED to be.

Josh amusingly telling Cody he can walk is funny when you think he carried him TO Fredbear's last time.

Because Josh is a dick.

I don't have a lot to say about Cody's behavior because it's self explanatory. He saw his sister die here, his fear is justified and has an obvious reason. He's failed by the people around him ESPECIALLY his parents.

This is just more NPC dialogue in the minigames. Not much to say.

#fnaf 4 #creations au comic #creations au #fnaf au #fnaf #five nights at freddys #five nights at freddy's #fnaf comic #fnaf crying child #fnaf 4 comic #fnaf 4 cc #fnaf 4 afton #fnaf 4 bullies #fnaf 4 brother #circus baby #fnaf circus baby

[enha-doodles]

Grave 128

⌦ Pairing : enhypenxreader!

⌦ Genre : Horror

⌦ Word count : 2.1 K

⌦ Disclaimer : The idea of this story is from this reel . Credit to the owner . I wrote the story based on my imagination only so stuff might be different from the reel . I don't support any of these behaviours . This is all a work of fiction and my imagination . None of the members have the same personality or resonate the traits mentioned below .

Your mom often told you that your friend group was fucked up and the people there would have somebody killed because of their stupidity , huge ego and bitchy silly pranks they think are funny . Not to mention your friend group was filled with 7 guys and 2 girls , you and your bestfriend . The boys were Heeseung - the oldest , jay - your group's sugar daddy aka bank . Jokes aside he would probably be the only sane one , Jake - soft puppy guy but also the one with the shittiest ideas , Sunghoon - egoistic playboy . People would ask why ware you friends with such a person , the only answer would be because you were all childhood friends and he changed after being bullied . You all did try to stop it as much as you can and now he has changed , not completely offcourse but atleast it's just flirting now . Sunoo - the sassiest sunshine , jungwon - the brain of the group and lastly Niki - the 6ft feet but childish guy . Coming to your bestfriend , her name is Suzy and you brought her into the group . The guys still don't like her that much but it's hidden most of the time . She isn't completely unaware of that situation but she can't do anything , atleast she has you . You both often hangout in evenings and your favourite place would definitely be the convenient store . It has all the things there , the sunset is perfectly visible and it's peaceful .

You were both coming out of the convenient store , it was pretty late and the sky was so pretty that you were spaced out after staring at it for 2 minutes . You got out of your trance when Suzy shook you and told you to listen to the girls who were gossiping about something in a hushed manner . They were passing by and you both pretended to be talking too . “The famous 128 grave is told to be active with her spirit tomorrow because that's when she died , I heard she was a witch , so pathetic” the girl laughed but got a hit from her friend as she realised how loud she was . They were wishpering yet again but this time you couldn't hear them . “Ugh damn them , they left the main part just like that and now I'm curious” Suzy grumbled but you just shrugged . This seemed made up and you had no time to think about some stupid rumours . Yes you've heard them before , the reason behind it being that it was quite famous considering people called it 'the most haunted grave in the town' . Some people said they saw the silhouette of the women and some said they saw it glowing on that particular day but Jesus it was all so unbelieveable . Dragging her back you both bid goodbyes on the connecting road where the path of your houses met . You reached your home humming a song and went to bed after taking a shower , while Suzy just couldn't get the story out of her mind . Her mother never let her hear any rumours since she was small and this one was just so mysterious that she couldn't help herself . She went to bed thinking about talking at this topic tomorrow with her friends . The morning rose and you went to your school , greeting your friends , it was lunch so you and Suzy were walking to your table with your trays . Everyone settled down and jungwon spoke up “whats up Suzy , you look like you wanna say something- since the morning” ahh here comes the observing cat , but to be honest you noticed it too . You thought that it would most probably be because of that rumour she heard last night and you were right “its just that last night when me and Y/n were out we heard some-” “bullshit . It was some weird ass rumours , nothing else” you cut her off . Niki chuckled while sipping his drink “lets us hear it too , I bet it might be something related to the grave” your group laughed “you win the money nishimura , it was infact about that” you spoke . “Why does everyone except me knows about this ? I wanna know too . Tell me something about it” Suzy said and her face twisted into a one with curiosity . “basically the whole town knows it and the story is quite weird and just in bits and pieces” jay said while eating his pizza . “go on , I'm listening” Suzy exclaimed with some excitement of finally knowing something about this matter that was so big that the whole town knew ? Sunoo rolled his eyes at this and started speaking while eating his food in between “its just rumours . Something like the person who died was a witch who used to do black magic and she died while doing some woo-doo shit” “that's it?” asked Suzy “you want it to be more?”aked Jake while raising his eyebrows “no but like- then why is the town so afraid of it ? What's the big deal?” “why don't we see it for ourselves toady?” asked Sunghoon while smiling evilly

“what do you mean ?” you asked sitting a bit up from your seat to show you were serious “i say we go there toady and Suzy can stab a knife at the grave if she thinks it's not a big deal” Sunghoon stated nonchalantly “what the fuck no-” you were cut off by Suzy “will everyone come?” ”yup” said Jake “suzy no-” you were again cut off by her “then let's do it today night , at 10” Suzy said . She was thinking that maybe if she proves them that she isn't a coward and it's all just rumours they can maybe like her more ? She can be someone great at their town ...it was all getting in her head . You were totally against this idea “guys , this isn't funny . We're not doing this” Niki came at your side hugging you “you'll be with me , don't worry nothing will happen . It's all bullshit right ?” “it is but-” “then it's final , I'll come pick everyone in my van” said Sunghoon . When you were going to say something to disagree the bell rang . God clearly has his favourites and you were not one of them . You can only pray it goes alright and Suzy doesn't get in danger , end up cursed or worse dead .

You were the last one to enter the van and you were quite sleepy . You sat beside sunoo and Jake and slept on sunoo's shoulder telling him to wake you up if you reached to which he nodded and hugged you telling you to sleep comfortably . You were close with the guys and all this was quite normal at this point . You reached there and sunoo woke you up . You saw how everyone was sleepy and Heeseung said he'll drive them back since Sunghoon was tired . You saw Suzy leave the van with a knife that you didn't know where she got it from . Safe to say you dozed off on Jake and so did everyone , it wasn't like they were actually here to confirm the rumours . They just wanted to prank Suzy and Heeseung did that . He drove away a little far away . Turning to Suzy , she was just walking towards the grave when she felt something odd . Shrugging it off she just went up and started to find the grave in the cemetery . It wasn't that hard considering how the other graves were kept a few extra inches away from it . She stared at it and raised the knife higher , the place where her body was burried beneath her tombstone . She stabbed the knife in the grass and yelled “take that you old witch” . Now it was getting scary . She was breathing heavily by the fear that was now consuming her and the fact that when she turned around to leave instantly , she was stopped . Something was dragging her back and it could only be the witch . No matter how hard she tried , it was like the grip on her dress was 10 times stronger . She was never this afraid , she screamed for her friends desperately trying to get away . She couldn't see because she closed her eyes tight not wanting to see anything demonic or anything similar to it . Definitely not that witch . Her heart was beating like crazy and it seemed as it was tired by beating so fast and so it gave up . Her body fell limp to the ground with a thud .

You woke up after your nap and when you looked at the time it was 11:45 meaning it was already 1 hour and 30 minutes since Suzy left and she wasn't back . Everyone was sleeping and now you were worried sick . You shouted “guys wake up , it's near 2 hours and Suzy isn't back , come on wake up” you were getting ready to go out when Heeseung suddenly stopped you “hold up” you were so confused but when you saw where he was looking your heart dropped . It was police . On that particular grave . You all got out and you had to kinda run since the van was kept in a hidden place far so that Suzy couldn't find it that easily . Your luck , police didn't find it either . When you reached there your heart shattered . You saw Suzy's body laying there , her face frozen in fear and dried tears that were now covered with dirt . You saw something Suzy didn't when she was screaming . Her dress stuck on the knife pinning it on the ground but there was a drop of blood on her dress . What the actual hell was happening ? “officer what's happening?” asked jay “who are you kids and why are you all here at this late night?” you were going to say that you came here with the dead girl when Heeseung spoke up confusing everyone “uh we are actually looking for a friend , she stopped at a store 2 hours ago and hasn't returned yet so we were looking for her when we saw you here” what ? Looking for her ? What's he saying ? “oh well I think this might be your friend , check it and let me know right now” jungwon stepped up with sad expression “yes sir it indeed is our friend we were looking for” the officer sighed “ I'm sorry to inform you this but she's dead from heavy fear and shock , the doctors already checked her and there was no bruise on the body and no intake of hazardous chemicals , medicines or pills . We've called her parents , they are out of state and will be reaching here soon . We're deeply sorry for your loss . You should all go home” he said while turning to other officers to continue their work . No bruise ? Then where did the blood came from ? Did the police miss it ? You all slowly walked back at the van and you bursted in tears the second you entered . Jay came to comfort you while everyone had a sad expression . Sure they didn't really like her but they didn't wish for her death , atleast not all of them . “shh it's all going to be fine” said jay and you sniffled “i told you all it wasn't a good idea and wait- Heeseung why did you lie to the police out there ?” you asked kinda angry . He rubbed the bridge of his nose while everyone looked at him expecting an answer “i did it so that we can be safe . If we told them the truth they would've thoight it's us , I had no choice” it did made sense but- “lets just - just sleep at my house today and we'll talk tomorrow okay ? It's late and this is all too much to handle” said jay , everyone agreed while they missed someone's eye turning black . When everyone was asleep at jay's house , the person walked up to the balcony smiling madly , while starting at the stars , they muttered “you cannot make fun of my grandmother”

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Down Hill

                                  CHAPTER ONE: Celadon Green                          chapter song—-- Clean Up In Aisle 4 by JEN Z

“Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like.”                                                                                         ― Lemony Snicket

Stepping out of the building, she felt like she could breathe again. June took a deep breath, welcoming the light breeze blowing through. She walked up to the little cafe on the block, the smell of coffee and cookie dough wafting towards her. 

After ordering a cappuccino and a chocolate muffin, June was happy to sit down again. The interview had taken a lot out of her and she was ready to crawl the rest of the day. She thought it went well, but who knows what was going on in that lady’s mind? She looked like she was going to pounce on June the moment she moved. She switched on her phone- 33 messages?! Lizzie. Of course, freaking out about what to wear for her first date. She scrolled through the pics, hoping to see any outfit she liked. 

Too short.

Too long.

Is she going goth?

Is this the French Revolution?

Pajamas?!

Is it Halloween?

Finally, after the craze was over, she found the perfect look for her cousin. Just as she texted her back, the order was ready and she barely managed to hold in a sigh. After a meal equal to paradise, June left the cafe, ready to spend the rest of the day holed up in her apartment.

Hailing a taxi was a nightmare. After 12 failed attempts, she dragged herself to the subway, trying not to flip off the taxi drivers.

June tried not to nod off every five minutes. By some miracle, the train she was on wasn’t as crowded as usual, allowing her to find a seat. Only a few people were scattered here and there. The train had stopped at a platform but no one was getting in. As the doors were closing, a man stumbled in. He looked like he was gonna be sick. His eyes were red and his face was an unusual shade of green.

 The worst part was that he seemed to be heading her way. Just as she was about to run, the guy went past her, looking at something else. June relaxed a bit, relieved she wasn’t the target.

Her eyes followed the man. 

He approached a guy standing at the end of the compartment. He didn’t notice anything, just focusing on the music blaring from his headphones.

Without warning, the man lunged at him, pushing him against the glass. A yelp of pain escaped the poor guy. Getting over his shock, he punched his attacker, ready to defend himself. June jumped up to help him, so did a few others. Both the men started fighting, although the weird man had a confusing set of moves. He looked like he had never punched someone in his life. 

Abruptly, his victim backed away and he doubled over, retching. As strange as it was to say, watching him attack a random person was less horrifying than seeing him throw up.

Thankfully, the train stopped at a platform, allowing everyone to get away. Outside, as people started asking the guy if he was okay, he began yelling,

“He bit me! I can’t believe he bit me!”

That’s when June noticed what he was talking about. On his shoulder was a clear bite mark, which was rapidly turning the same shade of green. It looked awful, making her wanna throw up.

As she turned towards the stairs and some people started calling the cops, she failed to notice that the man in the train had vanished, leaving behind nothing but claw marks.

Waking up early at 5:30 in the morning, giving a confusing long interview, having to go home by the subway and finally, The Incident. It was the shittiest day June had ever had.

She grabbed a bowl of ice cream, curled up on her couch and just as she clicked play, someone knocked on her door. 

Great.

Groaning, she stood up, walked all the way over to the door and opened it to deal with the person who had just destroyed the only peace she had the whole day. 

“Hey, girl….Woahh, what happened to you?”

At the door, was the person who was also the reason June had moved to New York.

“Hey, Grace.”

The blonde woman walked past her, taking in the sight of her apartment.

“Did a hurricane hit this place or something?” She asked.

Concerned, she turned around to look at her. June fell back onto the couch with a heavy sigh.

“Just been the usual shitty day.”

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Disclaimer: Any similarities to anyone or anything in this story is purely coincidental. This work is purely fictional.

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[detonizing]

Bloodletter was a pain in the ass. Always prancing around with that dumb grin of hers, telling shitty jokes during the shittiest of times. Acting as if laughing like a fool was enough to trick people into believing that she had no thoughts in that big head of hers. ( as if there was no way she felt something as serious as pain ) But it was a load of bullshit. A fancy act that only complete idiots would fall for, and Bakugou wasn't an idiot. He wasn't an idiot and he unfortunately knew Bloodletter better than most. Knew what it sounds like when the jokes finally fall flat, when her voice shakes under the pressure, and when her entire being cracks at the desperation she tries so hard to hold back.

And he knows. He knows what her eyes look like when filled with horror. The stutter of her breath as if basic functions like breathing was ripped from her. Knows what the sudden jolt of movement feels like as she frantically closes the distance between them. The way her arms jerk up, with blood rising at her will. The feeling of blood rushing up against an open wound, trying to suppress the bleeding that had already bled for far too long. He knows how warm she felt. How her hands were soaked in blood but so damn gentle as she held up his weight. How grounding she was, as he just uselessly sagging against her, all his energy having been spent on dragging his bleeding ass across the battlefield. 

And he didn't know why he did that. Why, after finally knocking the damn villain out, he turned to where he last saw Bloodletter before they split. Why, while he felt the pounding in his head, and the way his vision fuzzed and strayed, he could only think about finding the other hero. It's not like he would be much help, as fucked up as he was currently. And yet somehow, he couldn't stop. ( couldn't call it a victory till he knew Bloodletter’s condition. and as battered as he was, if by any chance Bloodletter needed his help, he'd force his damn body into providing backup, wounds and all )

But it hadn't come down to that. Katsuki making it just in time to see Bloodletter deliver the finishing blow to her villain, both of them covered in red, but it was clear from the manic grin that Bloodletter was fine. Her victorious laugh cackling through the field, and it settled something in his chest, allowed his frantic need to fade ( though, perhaps that was his conscious fading, because the next thing he knew he was on his knees, without having noticed he stopped walking ) 

It was a shame that Bloodletter’s grin fell right as she turned around, meeting his eyes. The miniscule adrenalin that was keeping him going evaporating once he saw Bloodletter safe. Perhaps he didn't think this through. And maybe it wasn't ideal to move as much as he did with his injuries. And he supposed he should have tried to stem the bleeding a bit, instead of letting it gush out of him like it did. Maybe then he wouldn't have been feeling as lightheaded, his body heavier than lead and unwilling to move the way he wanted to. Maybe he wouldn't have Bloodletter cursing in his ear, have her desperately controlling his blood to prevent his condition from worsening.

She was probably doing something, he thinks. He didn't feel the pain anymore, at least ( and some faint warning was ringing at the back of his mind. that feeling nothing wasn’t a good thing ) but he also didn't have energy to pay much mind to that. It was hard to concentrate anyways, and Bloodletter was saying something again. Yelling, more like. But there was an annoying ass ringing drowning her out. His fucking eyes refused to open too. It would have annoyed the shit out of him normally, but he wasn’t able to gather enough anger to do anything about it. It’s been a while, since he couldn’t reach out to his anger. That was probably a problem. As was the fact that Bloodletter was still screeching in his ear. 

" ...pipe....down... " He tried to say, tried to inject the disgruntlement he'd normally have in the face of her fussing, but he couldn't tell how many of the syllabus he actually pronounced. He felt her shift, reminding him he was only vertical because she was fucking holding him up. He could make out some words, the frequently repeating ones like shit, and idiot, and fucker. ( those words only beat by the frequency of the words of okay, and safe, and please ) 

And it was that last word, that got him to blearily open his eyes again, forcing his vision to focus with sheer will, trying to make out what bits of the blurs were Bloodletter. He wasn’t all that successful, but he could almost physically feel the rise of hope within the Pro Hero anyways, which was so typical. She was always so damn easy to please. Way too willing to hand out praise, even disguised as jokes as they were. It pissed him off at first, but she had always been so damn insist about it, insisting she was serious, of why would she joke about that, that of course she thought he did good even when he fucked up, and —

And, she really was too damn easy to please. It was just too fucking bad, he had to disappoint her now, of all times. It was getting harder to hear, the sounds getting weirdly muffled by the ringing once more, but he could just faintly make out the clatter of people making their way towards them. He could just make out the last few words, a cry of "stay awake” — but his eyes were already drifting shut again. He couldn’t do as she asked — begged — and he hated being the reason she sounded so miserable. 

And it was probably just that, the feeling of regret and failure alike, that prompted him to rasp out his next words, barely carrying among the noise surrounding them, which was just fine. It was only meant for one person anyways. 

" ...s...orry, Nic'lette... "

#I WROTE THIS FOR MY APOLOGY #AND I WAS LIKE OKAY LET ME DO THIS BC IT'LL BE SHORT AND I CAN FINISH IT SOONER #BUT THEN #ANYWAYS #I HOPE YOU ACCEPT MY APOLOGY #IT IS VERY SINCERE #violetueur #·∴∵✷ [ IC ] #·∴∵✷ without becoming like those good people; we still lived & thrived [ violetueur ]

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⭑ 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐺𝑅𝑂𝑈𝑁𝐷 𝐼𝑆 𝑊𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐸 𝐼 𝐺𝑂 ⸻ 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 ? #𝐅𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐔𝐆. highly selective original character written by tinez.

𝐈. ask. 𝐈𝐈. pinterest. 𝐈𝐈𝐈. site.

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒.

hi im tinez (or tea), she/her.

im 28, going on 29. for my own comfort, this blog is 18+ only.

this blog is highly selective but don't let it deter you! i love befriending new people, i just have to keep a low profile so i don't overwhelm myself asdsfgh

racism, ableism, transphobia, homophobia, or any other bigoted behaviour will be hardblocked at the slightest indication.

in regards to shipping it is important to note that sully is gay. please do not hesitate to hit me up for plotting whenever, i love exploring all dynamics; romantic, platonic and antagonistic alike!

trigger warning for survivor's guilt, su*cide ideation and self-medication through substance abuse and self-destructive behaviours. i will not spring these themes on you without prior plotting, but they will be present on the blog as they're important aspects of his life. everything will be tagged to the best of my ability, and if you need something specific tagged do not hesitate to let me know!

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓.

sullivan 'sully' palone, born in 1921, brooklyn, new york.

butcher's son, middle child. has one older brother and a younger sister.

was a wild, unruly child. spent most of his time roaming with his friends getting into trouble. having fantasized about flying for as long as he can remember, he began racing with a stolen bike at 12, and moved on to the shittiest car you've ever seen at 16. an absolute speed demon, but nothing ever lived up to what he imagined flying a plane would be like.

his older brother, joe palone jr., passes away suddenly when sully is 17. in the aftermath, he tries his best to fill his shoes. when his parents take to calling him junior, it seems like the easiest thing to do is to discard his own life, his own dreams and desires, and keep a part of his brother alive by becoming him instead.

when war comes, his best friend enlists with the air corps. rather than continue playing pretend behind the butcher's counter, sully joins him, and they leave to become pilots together. before they can graduate from flight training, monty is killed when his plane malfunctions during a routine flight. sully never fully recovers from the loss.

after earning his wings, sully is assigned to the 355th FS, known as the pugnacious pups, and goes with his unit to england in 1943.

sully becomes known for his skilled but reckless manoeuvres in both the sky and on the ground. he flies, drinks and fights like death is something that only happens to other people (and in his experience, it sure seems like it), and although he is wounded on several occasions, in dogfights and bar brawls alike, he never stays down for long.

#𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 ( UPD. APRIL 21ST. ) #is it really a tinez rp blog if the pinned doesnt have a ghost notification bc i forgot to block chee.sebot

[t4tdanvis]

This ask is your sign to talk about any of your aus (please do)

😼 you dont know how much i LOVE talking about my aus

i have like 10000000000000000 different aus but i will choose one of them to talk about rn. one i dont think ive talked about much on tumblr?? ive talked about it a LOT in the aphverse server im in so shout out to yall for putting up with me /j

this au is also probably the au that made me extremely obsessed with vylad. not my fault hes just so fucking attractive 😔

so anyways. dante and gene both get kidnapped by a "medical research" company (which is a front for like. human experimentation). later they find out that garte is the ceo of that company and bc hes friends with dante and gene's dad (shittiest dads in the world gotta stick together /j) their dad basically just handed them over to be experimented on

so anyways they have wings now!! dante has black wings and gene has white wings. also the experiments messed with the colors of their hair. here is a very quick sketch of what they look like now

dante is 22-ish and gene is 24-ish whenever they escape the lab (they were both there for 4 years). vylad is the one who helps them escape (however dante ends up getting separated from them and runs off. dw hes fine he finds travis, garroth, and laurance)

uh... i should probably explain the setting. and then we will talk about my bbg vylad 😁

so this takes place in the future obviously. its a dystopian future where uhhh basically a while (30-40 years) ago a bunch of countries went to war and completely destroyed most of the landscape of the world and killed off a LOT of the population and now the world is sorta trying to rebuild itself back up. the place where the story mainly takes place is o'khasis city, which garte is the governor of. its one of the (relatively) safest places for many many miles, and traveling across whats basically a desert filled with random people out there doing anything to survive is dangerous.

ur also just not allowed to leave the city without permission (and u have to have a very good reason to leave). this is for a lot of reasons including how dangerous is outside and also bc they want everyone to stay there so they have enough people to keep everything running smoothly

anyways. vylad. hes got a lot of lore. oh god

so first of all. vylad, zane, and garroth all have the very unfortunate luck of being the kids of garte. when gartes kids were 5, 6, and 7 respectively, he began working on a mind control drug that would basically make anyone who took it do whatever he said. at first, it didnt work super well, and he spent many years getting his scientists to perfect it. before he could fully perfect it, vylad ran away when they were 11, so they were never fully under mind control. zane and garroth, however, were put under full mind control and have been ever since (you do have to keep taking the drug about once every 24 hours or the effects will start to wear off, but garte can just tell them "take one of these a day" and theyll have to).

vylad knows about what garte is doing but doesnt have any evidence, and the side effects of the drug mean that his brain just sorta fucks itself over (giving him headaches, making his limbs not move properly, causing him to black out) whenever garte tells him to do anything (this is because the drug was very much a prototype and it permanently fucked up his brain)

when vylad ran away, about five days after he escaped he sorta just passed out in an alleyway on the edge of town. that happened to be the alleyway that sasha, gene, and zenix were currently staying in - sasha manages to convince gene and zenix to Maybe Not Kill This Random Kid and vylad wakes up after like 18 hours and is like "what thje fuck happended"

anyways, sasha, gene, zenix, and vylad quickly become a team, although vylad is the only one who goes and sneaks out of town randomly every few days (hes going to garte's company's lab to see if theyve created a cure for the mind control drug, because theyre trying to create a cure as a backup just in case anything goes wrong)

gene is technically not a runaway, they still mostly live at home with dante and maria. their dad isnt really in their life at all, until he randomly shows up when theyre like 20 and suddenly dante and gene mysteriously disappear a couple days later

vylad immediately knows what happened, but unfortunately the section of the lab where he knows theyre keeping gene and dante is super high security. if he gets caught, theres literally no hope for anyone because garte will just put him under the mind control drug forever. so it takes four entire years for him to rescue gene and dante

thankfully, garte didnt have them put the two under the mind control drug, since he needs all of it for zane and garroth. which makes vylad's job a little easier lol

oh yeah also remember when i said that dante gets found by travis, garroth, and laurance? yeah. garroth is 100% under mind control (which does give you bright green, glowing eyes, but he hides that with contacts) and is being forced by garte to spy on his friends. and whenever she, travis, and laurance find dante, she reports back to garte that one of the escaped experiments has been found, and so garte tells him to go find gene as well.

i need to actually write this bc this is something i actually wanna write instead of just rotate around in my brain forever HDFHDGGHDGHDF so im not gonna tell u all the plot. L for u ig /j

oh also vylad and zenix are very good friends. the best of friends. just guys being dudes. a couple of pals. just some buddies who send each other romantic letters when theyre apart and also kiss each other. just super close friends :)

also sasha has a pet snake and zenix has two pet rats (xe uses xeir rats to carry letters to vylad) :>

#❄.txt #ask box #SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG i had a lot to type lol #u can ask further questions if u want i am happy to answer questions about this au. i really like it :>

[wisemins]

paris and glitch for you and armin please!

TYSM FOR THE ASK AMIRAA MY LOVE <3333

Paris: Is there somewhere you and your F/O go to forget the rest of the world exists? If not, would you like to?

Yes! In mainline canon, it's almost always the library or next to a secluded pond/river near HQ. Armin and I have spent many nights in the library alone, since many of our comrades, nearly all of them in fact, don't like reading in the library. It's our safe space indoors, and we've spent a lot of days and nights in there just decompressing, napping, and sometimes just nothing, just staring out the windows.

The pond we found together when on a walk, it's very serene and is right next to a river, we usually sit under a huge tree (oop trauma) that's beside it and feel the air around us when we both get overwhelmed. When it feels like there's not enough air in the world to fill our lungs. After a while our friends found out that's where we would go, so sometimes they join us, but they join in for all the same reasons. Jean in particular joins us a lot, as he can brood pretty hard. Eren too, that guy is a master brooder!

Glitch: Are you and your F/O compatible or are you polar opposites? How does this affect your relationship?

Oh, this question is actually hysterical all things considered 😭😭SORRY FOR THE WALL OF TEXT COMING UP THIS IS A LOADED QUESTION <3

When I first showed my girlfriend A.oT, i warned her that Armin and I are "kinda similar". Alas, we are not kinda similar, we're nearly copy pasted 😭😭

The only small difference between us really is our personal interests, but even those tend to align too. He made me love the ocean and traveling and seeing and learning new things about the world. And I've made him love the arts even more, and allowed him to express himself creatively. He's sculpted me into always trying to find another reason or way to live, to not see everything as so black and white. We tend to inspire each other in most ways! We also both have very similar reasoning skills, always trying to be an optimist despite knowing everything has gone to the shittiest shit it could have ever gone. Everyone is surprised to know that we're actually very traumatized and mentally ill! Also the fact that we're both extremely self-hating, that's a huge one. And everyone around us seems to think we're not what we think we are, which is another common theme. We're also both very selfless, we tend to put others before ourselves. It's all very interesting to see how this plays out in our relationship, it's taken a lot of adjustment, but we're both also stubborn in a not overt way so we never give up on each other.

We also both are expected to never be angry or upset. People see us trying to be our best and happy at all times and to do everything for everyone else, and then they rely on us and end up disappointed when we eventually explode with frustration or anger. It's very rare, but it happens after a build up, naturally. We're both a little scary when we're mad, that's why when we are actually mad, our friends get a little concerned because that usually means a breaking point. Not surprisingly enough, the only people that have been able to help us through our anger properly and without lashing out at us in turn, as been each other. But trust me Jean has tried! He regrets trying. So does Eren. Mikasa gets pretty close, but she struggles a bit.

The only other person who can properly snap us out of anger or help us, is Levi! He's an angry little shit by default, he understands misery more than anyone else. He's good at giving both of us pep talks, and justifying our feelings without letting us lash out needlessly. Kudos to that gremlin!

Our biggest differences though?

Armin relies a lot on logic (as well as emotions of course, we're both emotional messes) and academics, he's very very intelligent and smart. He has a knack for learning and adapting academically, he's a literal genius!

I'm not academically inclined, at least, traditionally speaking. I'm a drop out, I have more street smarts than smart smarts, and any knowledge and intelligence I do have I got on my own because I do love learning, just whatever I want to learn about. I know my brain will always want to say otherwise, but I'm not stupid. I just function differently (learning disabilities said hiiii) so, we're very different in that respect. When it comes to academics, I have to use a lot of intuition to get by if that makes sense? But it works out for me, usually. But sometimes you can tell I never got passed the 6th grade 😭😭 It's subtle, but it's there. Armin is thankfully very patient with me about that, and teaches me a lot in turn! We both have pretty good critical thinking and deduction skills. We're both smart, just in our own ways, but they're VERY different ways.

I also joke around A LOT more than Armin (Armin gets one canonical joke in, one that I'm pretty sure didn't make it into the anime?? last I checked?? Maybe.) I cope a lot with humor and I like making people laugh, it's one of my favorite things to do! Armin is more of a person to laugh and enjoy someone's humor and wit than actively act out on it. He has his moments, but they're usually either really dark, or deep cut jabs that nobody is expecting. His wit is very sharp, he just never shows it. Meanwhile I'm joking at literally any chance I can get (Unless it's a super serious situation), especially if it helps make someone feel better.

There's more to say but I've said enough!! We're both so similar, but also very different. Perhaps we love each other for what we see in each other that we can't see for ourselves?

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[millionaire-library]

If you know what food service looks like, it is a frictional process to adapt to bad service. You ask the server about the dish, you ask what is is seasoned with? In a high end restaurant the server will know the answer. The server will be trained to answer this, in detail, to describe both the ingredients and the flavors of the dish, and if it’s really high end, he can describe what it pairs well with. Which wine, appetizer, sauce. If you go to a diner and ask what is the seasoning on the seasoned fries, they will not have an answer. The server might try to answer, but it will be an answer come up with on the spot. They are not trained to know the menu, they are not trained to answer customer questions. The customers in this kind of place want a filling meal for cheap, they don’t want to know the flavor profile of the dishes in order to choose the best one.

You get used to service done by people who are highly trained, motivated, who check on you and who aim to make the process as enjoyable as possible. Instead you get service from someone who doesn’t really care about the product or your experience, expects to be tipped anyway, not understanding that tipping culture exists as a way to reward high effort with high reward.

You get someone who puts the plate down and walks away without saying anything and doesn’t come back until you flag them down. Someone who looks at you blankly when you say there’s a mistake. Someone who shrugs when you ask a question, and doesn't offer to find the answer.

This kind of shitty food service is common in Europe. Maybe that’s why the tips are lower there. You get what you pay for. If you have the potential to get 20% in tips you sure will work harder than if you get an optional 5-10%. In Europe I tipped the shittiest servers because I would feel guilty not tipping, and sometimes they would look at me blankly and not even say thanks (not even smile) as I gave them the money. It's frictional to say the least.

[pasaningunlugu]

a letter to me and future me

i know its hard, it has always been hard and it gets harder day by day. the only thing that matters is it’ll pass and you’ll find something harder. thats how it works by according to my negligible knowledge.

i’ve always been good with mirrors, looking at my imperfections, looking at the favourite side of my face, looking at my acne scars, looking at the strands of scarce beard, looking into my eyes. although sometimes even getting up and brushing my teeth feels so impossible, brush your teeth, you know i always hated people with bad hygiene. don’t think about if there being a point of looking after yourself, you don’t live for others. it’s your sole mission as a primitive entity to be healthy. don’t forget to take showers, it always feels good afterwards even if you don’t think so. try to be clean, don’t procrastinate on dishes, take your garbage more frequently, vacuum your floors. don’t do it for other people, the only one that needs to be impressed is you and you must impress yourself.

i tend to try smoking my problems away and i guess it works to a degree but don’t use it as an escape mechanism, you don’t want to end up like your father at 50 barely climbing four flights of stairs, don’t be like your father. speak up, make people listen to you. i know you fear damaging relationships, hurt loved ones or fear getting judged. it is not healthy both for you and your friends to keep all your thoughts to yourself, you’ve learned this the hardest way. i know it’s really, really hard and hurtful to keep arguing with people you love and care dearest but you shouldn’t fit yourself in for others just like they shouldn’t to fit themselves into your way of thinking. so just try to keep it balanced.

don’t get selfish, keep helping people and don’t expect anything in return, stay in touch with your friends, even if you don’t feel there is any emotional connection, they care about you just like you care about them but everyone got their own lives and their own problems, sometimes you don’t get to be the most important thing on their life and thats completely ok.

NEVER, NEVER hurt yourself in any way. everything is temporary and you’ll be gone from this world in no time. spend your precious time with things you won’t regret. you have to find the goodness in this world, i choose to believe there is.

don’t get attached to anything, it always ends up in vain. i’ve been a believer that true love is out there somewhere but it’s not worth it, you’ll probably never find it just like i can’t. maybe in time you’ll get over things, maybe you’ll meet someone and believe this is it but it too, will end. your heart is too sensitive to love someone just to get broken again. so don’t even bother, you’ve been born into the shittiest decade of your country and making meaningful connections is not a priority for most people in this day and age.

i need to fill my garden with the whitest of flowers to smell them until my nose bleeds, until my brain goes numb i need to watch carelessly chatting on a cramped, second hand sofa to see her every pore sprouting tenderness until my eyes get watery i need to hear most obscure moans and giggles and everything in between to overfill myself with neverending love, where my billion neurons eradicate each other to feel the greatest opioid in its purest form i need to hold hands, walk on the same pace, i need to get caught daydreaming i need to watch movies, i need to walk places, i need to talk graces i need to see sights, i need to be nice. i need hours of kissings ending with a shorter kiss, i need to be embraced, i need to embrace i need to make plans, i need to feel embarrassed, i need to get thrilled i need to be cure and cured at the same time, i need to be understanding and understood i need to make cheesy jests just to make fun of them i need a mother and a baby, need a friend and a daisy to praise, be praised, to share memories. i want to be loved, i want someone to acknowledge me, care about me, make exceptions for me. i need to love

don’t forget to drink lots of water, it’s good for your skin. i know you enjoy cutting your own hair but don’t cut it too short, it generally ends up in regret. don’t stop caring about people, even if you think they are using you for comfort and for their problems. most people around you see yourself as a good listener and you like the idea of being a good listener, to understand them, to help them, to be a safe haven for them. you like it when people say that you are lucky but don’t forget that you like being liked and you don’t share bad experiences and things you had to do, things you had to let go of and your thousands of failures. you are not lucky, this is just your sympathetic, clumsy, foolish and friendly persona. don’t get too careless and don’t forget that people see you how you show yourself.

keep collecting memories, i know people see you as tangible and materialistic but you are a deep, emotional person who can’t express himself like he should. keep gifts and objects that made you feel special, keep writing poems even if they are shitty, keep writing diaries even if they are tiresome. feelings and perceptions of events change but materials and the meanings you gave them are eternal. don’t throw your old notebooks, don’t get rid of anything written. digital is just ones and zeros and you are above two numbers.

don’t get carried over small things, anger is the act of not knowing how to handle the situation, never make any decisions when you are angry, that post someone liked, that tweet someone posted or that joke your friend made was probably not serious, don’t take it personally. be kind to yourself and others. i truly believe you are a good man and deserve good things in your life.

take care, hakan.

[soupinboston]

Russell house tavern - butternut squash

I was lucky enough to spend some time last evening with my dearest and closest friend in the world, Christina. we met at the warmth of the bar of the Russell house tavern in Harvard square. the warmth of both her friendship and the restaurant itself was much needed, because I can't really completely zip up my coat due to the bulkiness of my cast. so shout outs to both Christina and RHT for warming the cockles of my heart. dunno if I spelled that wrong.

anyway, we got butternut squash soup, the only soup on the menu. if you ask me, it's the only soup they need on the menu (although, to be fair, it wouldn't do them any harm to add a soup du jour to the menu. variety is the spice of life, after all). it was quiet in the restaurant when we arrived, because it was only 5:30, though it was starting to get bustling as we departed. overall a nice experience and I got this drink called a "solar sour," which was delicious and had a nice frothy/creamy texture due to the egg whites.

the soup: it was delectable. a savory dish with a sweet finish, its bouquet only amplified by the chopped apples on top. it was very thick, and not watery at all. to quote Christina, "it's like an adult baby food." indeed, I would have suckled at the test of RHT all night long if I had more energy and one less broken arm. we were supposed to go get French onion soup at cafe sausage today, but.i was too lazy. sorry.

inclusion of bread: 0/5 (no bread)

availability: 10/10, the soup came out faster than the burren. and RHT is right off the red line in Harvard sq. plus, its way better than the shittiest grocery store of all time, bfresh in Davis Square, somerville.

vibe: started at 7/10, ended at 6/10. it was kinda weird vibes in there to begin with, music-wise. plus as we enjoyed our soup it started to fill up with Harvard people. but, we sat at the bar. the lower level, from what I remember, is much chiller but also somewhat fancier. I guess they have a little something for every yuppie.

soup rating: solid 7.5/10. I'm hampered by my overall 'bleh' at buttnut soup.

summation: even though I don't love buttnut as much as other people, it was still really good.

I know there is a finger in the picture but it was so sumptuous I couldn't wait to dig in

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