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farfromharry · 2 years

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The angel and the devil | Eddie Munson fic

Summary: The two of you met at a halloween costume in polar opposite outfits. What started as Eddie being a gentleman and helping out a drunk girl, turned into a rapidly blooming crush. He believed it to be one sided after he thought you were avoiding him, but you were falling hard too, just too shy to admit to the guy you nearly puked on that he was kind of cute.

Word count - 9463

Warnings - lots of mentions of throwing up, language, talks of drinking

a/n i dont really like how i ended this but it was the best i could come up with. this man has had me a chokehold for nearly two weeks now 😭

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Eddie wasn’t one to usually go to parties, let alone parties thrown by people on a different level of social popularity than him, which was most; almost all, but when he was invited to a Halloween party by none other than Steve Harrington, he felt obligated. After all the shit that went down in Hawkins with Vecna just a short while ago, he and Steve had gotten to know each other pretty well. They saved each other’s lives more than once, and had become, he might even say, friends. That was part of the reason he didn’t feel like he could turn down the invitation to the party.

Regardless of his concerns he showed up anyway, in a poorly thrown together devil costume that people probably expected him to show up in. A dark red button up, black jeans and some plastic horns? That was good enough for him. What else would Eddie Munson be for Halloween? If anything he was only reinforcing the belief he was actually part of a cult, but that was part of his charm around Hawkins. If he could terrorize the insufferable members of the basketball team with one simple look, then what was the harm in the rumour, really?

He hadn’t been there long when he swore he fell in love. The first time he saw you that night, you were halfway across the room with some friends, dressed in the cutest little angel costume he had ever seen. He thought it was quite ironic, he dressed as the devil, you as an angel. You looked like an angel in your own right though, the way you laughed at someone’s joke, the smile that was almost permanently planted on your face. God he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

He probably looked creepy, standing in the kitchen, looking through the crowd of people right at you; but he couldn’t help himself. All those people and he felt as though you were the only one he could see. He just felt drawn to you, but you probably didn’t even know his name. If you were friends with Steve then he could pretty much guarantee it, hell Harrington only knew his name because he had to learn it in a life or death situation. And on the off chance that you did know him, you probably knew him as the freak.

He wished he had the courage to go over there and talk to you. From the minimal, and he means very minimal, interactions you had had with each other over the years, you seemed like a really sweet girl. But the fact you were surrounded by so many of your friends just made the idea all the more terrifying. That isn’t to say he’d have the balls to ask you out if you were alone either.

In retrospect, if he wanted to ask you out tonight, or maybe ask you to dance, he should have done it sooner rather than later, because now you were stumbling into the kitchen after one too many drinks, looking for something to sober you up. Not that there were any drinks in the entire kitchen that weren’t filled with alcohol.

That was when you found Eddie, leaning against the counter, not so subtly watching you over the rim of his solo cup. After you caught him you apparently just couldn’t keep your mouth shut. He was cute, even cuter when his cheeks flushed after realising he had been caught staring. He didn’t think you would approach, he thought maybe after the glance his way you would rush off or just ignore him, but that didn’t happen.

You stumbled over your own feet when you made your way over to him, slipping past a few people who were getting themselves drinks. “You were staring,” you muttered, stating the obvious. He laughed nervously, nodding his head as he made a short routine out of looking to the ground bashfully, then back up to your face, and back to the ground again. On the spot he tried to come up with something he could say as an excuse. He didn’t have the kind of confidence a lot of Hawkin’s students did to just come out and say he was mesmerised by you. “I, uh– I like your halo,” he stuttered, motioning to the shitty, makeshift halo that sat on your head. It had been thrown together last minute with a random headband and some glue you found, simple yet effective for your costume. Which is why you didn’t really believe that was his reasoning, but you let it slide, you didn’t care all that much.

You reciprocated the compliment. “I like these,” you said, raising your hand to his head to mess with the plastic that sat, now tangled, in his curly mane. When you took in his full costume it actually made you giggle, you fucking giggled. Eddie preached it was the sweetest noise he had ever heard, and if he wasn’t falling head over heels before then he was now. He was falling hard. “Oh cool, a devil. And ‘m an angel, s’like we were meant to be, huh?”

He didn’t say anything, fuck, he didn’t know what to say, staring at you like a fish out of water. He knew you didn’t mean that in the way he would have liked you to, but his heart didn’t know that. “You’re Eddie,” you muttered, lightly jabbing your finger into the middle of his chest as though you were proving a point, also bringing him back from his thoughts. He nodded, a little taken off guard that you actually knew his name.

He couldn’t help it though, a small grin split on his face at how cute you were. “That I am. And you’re drunk.”

You chuckled, nodding your head. “That. I. am,” you teased, slinging your arms around his neck. It was more so a balance thing than anything else. You couldn’t seem to stop your body from swaying and you didn’t want to fall on your face right in the middle of a party; that would have been painfully embarrassing. And if Eddie minded your touch he didn’t complain. “I never see you at parties,” you observed, a small crease appearing between your eyebrows as they furrowed.

He was so close to your face that he could actually see each crease and tiny detail of your skin, his breath hitching in his throat after he consciously realised the proximity. His hands lifted to settle on your waist after a few seconds of contemplating it, seeing it the most efficient way to help you keep your balance. “‘M never usually invited,” he answered.

You seemed to study him closely for a few minutes before you spoke again, having changed the subject entirely. “Are you really in a cult?” you slurred, glazed eyes staring up at him wide, full of curiosity. He chuckled, thankful you probably wouldn’t remember the flush on his cheeks after tonight. “No, I’m not.” He may have enjoyed that rumour when it came to teasing the basketball goonies, but with you he felt like he could be honest; plus he didn’t think you were going to remember much of this interaction anyway by tomorrow.

There was a sudden twist in your features that had concern bubbling in his chest, his head ducking a little bit to catch your gaze that had fallen to some place over his shoulder. “Y’okay?”

You shook your head, pulling back from him a little bit as your stomach churned. “Think ‘m gonna be sick,” you muttered, forcing his eyes to widen. He certainly couldn’t let you throw up where you were in the middle of the kitchen surrounded by people. He jumped into action quickly, as calmly yet hastily as he could, he guided you to the nearest bathroom, assuring you you would make it in time and be okay.

Thankfully he was right, and within minutes he was holding your hair back out of your face as you threw up from all the alcohol you had ingested during the night. At some point when you started to sober up a little, you became more conscious of the hand stroking your back and the presence behind you. A groan slipped past your lips as you sat back on your feet, under the belief that you were finally done.

“Feel any better?” he asked.

The two of you shuffled until you were sitting across from each other on the bathroom floor, knees brushing every now and then from the closeness. The more you thought about it the more mortified you were to think you just spewed your guts in front of Eddie Munson. “No,” you whined, clutching your stomach for dear life. “I’m sorry you had to see that, that must have been so unattractive.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Sweetheart, you don’t feel good. The least important thing right now is looking attractive.” Your eyes locked with his wide puppy ones and you felt something turn in your stomach that wasn’t the alcohol this time. Sweetheart. Oh.

Never once had you thought about the boy that way, in all the years you had known of him, but apparently one single night was changing all of that. You never realised quite how charming he could be. He would say he wasn’t, he didn’t have a way with ladies at all. He was a huge nerd and ‘the town freak’, and neither of those things are exactly considered chick magnets. But maybe he didn’t need any flirting ability or a special way with women to press the right buttons, him being his sweet self was doing that for him.

The bliss of your thoughts didn’t last long before the uncomfortable feeling was back in your stomach, your nose scrunching from the discomfort. “What’s wrong?” Eddie questioned, reaching forward to place a hand on your knee. The simple touch was like the catalyst, your body spinning as you barely made it back over the toilet again. Even with your discomfort, one of the thoughts that was now plaguing your mind was that you nearly threw up on Eddie, how were you supposed to live that down? You could’ve even sworn you saw the fear in his eyes where he thought you were going to. How you wished the ground would open and swallow you whole.

You were very surprised he was still sitting in the bathroom with you when you were done for the second time. “You don’t have to stay. I’ll be fine.”

If you thought he was sweet before, he was certainly continuing to rack up the brownie points with you now. “No. I want to make sure you’re okay.” Your heart fluttered, but you didn’t get long to think on it before you were bracing yourself again.

Coming into the party tonight you certainly never would have expected to be spending a lot of your night in Steve Harrington’s bathroom with Eddie Munson, especially while you were throwing up. Heck you wouldn’t have even expected to be in the same room as Eddie at all; but now you wouldn’t have had it any other way. You actually would have liked to have spent more time with him afterwards, not in a bathroom puking of course, but that was only if you could muster up the courage to face him again after almost spewing your guts all over his attempt at a devil costume.

»»——⍟——««

Having to head to work the day after a booming Halloween party felt like some sort of penance for an evil deed you didn’t commit. Your head was pounding, stomach occasionally still churning and every possible light was too bright. The issue was that you couldn’t just wear sunglasses inside all day while you did your job, but there were too many lights in the store to stop your head from throbbing for more than thirty seconds.

When you walked through the door of the video store, Steve spotted you, grinning like a maniac at the state of you. Usually you were pretty well put together, but today your hair was a mess, face dull, sunglasses on and you were much more delayed in your movements. Oh yeah he could tell you had a bad hangover, but just because you were friends didn’t mean he had to approach you with caution for the day. “Good morning, my favourite co-worker!” he called loudly, relishing in the way you winced at the volume of his voice.

There was a cough that could be heard from behind him, and when he turned his head he saw a very unimpressed Robin watching him. He realised his mistake, but he actually jumped at the opportunity to torment you again. “Sorry,” he muttered to the girl. “Good morning, to one half of my joint favourite co-workers!”

This time around you let out a loud groan as you reached the counter, crouching down so you could rest your head against the cool surface. “Steve, shut up.” You heard him laughing at your misery, leaving you to blindly swing your arms until they collided with his body, silently punishing him for being an asshole.

“Shouldn’t have gotten so drunk the night before a work day,” he teased, shrugging his shoulders as though he was entirely innocent in this situation. Like he wasn’t the one who threw the party in the first place, and actually supplied you with all the drinks. “It was your party, dickwad. And I swear you had more drinks than I did, how are you not dead?”

You finally raised your head from the counter and the cocky look on his face made you want to hit him before he even spoke. “You see, I have this thing called a tolerance. Which is where–” You scoffed, rolling your eyes before you walked away, leaving him to finish his sentence without an audience. Even though you did sneak into the back room to get away from Steve, it was also to soak up the last few minutes of silence and a calm atmosphere before you officially opened for the day and were met with a wave of noisy customers.

It really was no time at all to get yourself together before Robin was forcing you back out to the front with a fake smile planted on your face. You had to at least look a tiny bit alive to greet and help customers, even if that felt impossible at the moment.

To your luck, there weren't many people filtering in and out of the store, meaning it was pretty chill. Robin was manning the counter in case anyone did come up wanting to rent, and you and Steve were stacking the shelves with new releases, making light conversation as you did so. Occasionally Robin would contribute, but for the most part she was stuck watching some random movie she decided to put on. One of the perks of working at a video store you supposed.

“So, where did you disappear to last night? One minute you were there, then you were gone. No one knew where you were,” he said, bringing up the memories of your time with Eddie. The ones you had been trying to suppress for various reasons. You considered not telling him, or making something up, but you weren’t a brilliant liar and the man knew you too well to not suspect you.

“Please don’t make me talk about it,” you whined, your face scrunching up in distaste at the embarrassment you still felt. It only intrigued Steve more though.

“What could have happened that has you so mortified?” he asked, placing a hand on his hip sassily as he turned his full attention to you, leaving the videos unattended and unfinished on the shelf. If you had an embarrassing story to share then he definitely wanted to hear it. He also would never let you hear the end of it, and you knew that, but he also wouldn’t let this go until he got the story. It was a lose/lose situation for you really.

You groaned, a groan that was meant to be in your head but just so happened to be out loud instead. “I nearly threw up on a guy in the bathroom,” you said simply. You didn’t particularly want to relive the memory, but it was obvious Steve was going to make you do exactly that because he believed your story was much too vague. He was a sucker for details.

“What guy?”

Your whisper of the culprit’s name was too quiet for your friend to hear, so he made an obnoxious ‘huh’ sound in true Steve fashion and basically forced you to speak up. “It was Eddie Munson,” you stated, keeping your voice low just in case anyone was around and eavesdropping. Steve’s teasing you could deal with it, but if anyone else found out, especially one of the kids he was friends with? Oh you truly would not be able to handle it.

He seemed shocked, wide eyed as a thousand thoughts swam in his head. “Eddie?” he questioned. You nodded your head, hiding your features behind your hands as embarrassment racked your body. “Eddie Munson? Really?”

“Yes, really, Steve.”

“Well, tell me everything.”

You rolled your eyes, setting down the video that was in your hand so you could turn to face him. Now neither of you were doing the jobs you were supposed to be doing. It probably wouldn’t be a very good look to your boss but thankfully he was rarely ever here to see it anyway. You internally decided it would be easier to tell Steve the most basic rendition of the events of the prior night. He didn’t need to know about the pet name Eddie threw out there, and he certainly didn’t need to know how it made you feel– or rethink every thought you ever had about the metal head. “I was heading to sober up, found him in your kitchen, we got to talking about our matching costumes– He was a devil, I was an angel,” you clarified for him. “And then I ran to the bathroom, and, viola.”

“So, he went with you? To watch you throw up?” he checked.

You huffed at the weird implications he was trying to imply. “Just because you wouldn’t help a drunk girl who needed to throw up, doesn’t mean everyone wouldn’t. Some people are gentlemen, Steve.”

His eyebrows raised and his face split into a grin, the warning sign that what was about to follow was not going to be very pleasant for you. “Oh, so you think Munson’s a gentleman now?” He had never once in his entire time of knowing you heard you mention Eddie for any reason, not even to jump on the bandwagon of making fun of him like most of Steve’s buddies had done over the years. So he thought it was ironic that the first time you did, it was only a few short weeks after he had befriended him. If that wasn’t the universe telling him to meddle then he didn’t know what was.

“Shut up,” you muttered, swatting his arm. You had been hitting him a lot today it felt like, but he earned it. “H-He’s sweet.” That was the safest compliment you could throw out there, not wanting your friend to catch on to the feeling of butterflies in your stomach that appeared when you thought about Eddie for too long. Specifically thinking about his kind smile. But the flustered aroma surrounding you might have given that away without words. “Now can we move on, maybe do our jobs?”

He studied your face for a few more seconds until you turned your head away from him, not liking the harsh stare he was imposing on you. It felt like he was trying to look into your soul and you hated it. Eventually he gave in, raising both his hands in defeat. “Alright, alright. Whatever you want.” But deep down he was already plotting.

»»——⍟——««

When Steve planned to meddle, he planned hard. You were none the wiser of what he was doing, but the sneaky bastard kept inviting both you and Eddie to the same place; telling neither of you he was doing so, to try and get you to talk. Though his plan was severely failing on the you-side. Eddie, who knew part of the plan as he was often persuaded to go places with the promise you’d be there, was actually eager to talk to you again.

It had been days since the Halloween party, and you had seen Eddie on a handful of occasions. Had you spoken to him once though? Nope. You were definitely avoiding him, and the hurt look on his face every time you saw him and dashed from somewhere, told you he knew as well. You felt bad, you did, but you couldn’t stand to face him if he were to bring up the events of the party.

One day you knew you would have no choice but to talk to him again, you couldn’t avoid him forever. In such a small town that would have been physically impossible. But you didn’t think the day in question would have been today. When he showed up at your work there was literally anywhere for you to escape to.

The bell above the door was what indicated your arrival, your eyes jumping in the direction to see who entered. “Oh, shit,” you cursed, whipping your body around so your back was to the door, silently praying that Eddie didn’t recognise you. Upon hearing your curse Steve’s interest was piqued, his eyes following every inch of the scene. “What’s wrong?” the brunette teased, biting back a smile as he watched you freak. Oh he knew full well what was wrong, he was the one who went out of his way to drop by the Munson’s trailer this morning to tell him you would be working all day. “Eddie’s here,” you whined.

Steve faked a gasp, the over exaggeration bringing you to roll your eyes as you tried to busy yourself. But to your dismay there was nothing for you to do. At least until Steve spoke up and you thought you might have had a shot at escaping a highly awkward encounter with Eddie.

“I think our customers need a little assistance,” he said, glancing between Eddie and the elderly woman who looked to be struggling to even read the movie titles on the video cases.

“You take him, I take the old lady?” you suggested, already heading in her general direction. Steve chuckled, shaking his head before setting his hands on your shoulders. He turned you around, pushing you in the opposing direction with some force. At times like this you really wished you were a thousand times stronger than him, or maybe just a lot more stubborn. If you knew how to properly stand your ground then you would be well on your way to assisting the old woman by now.

As you moved to head away from Eddie, you noted Steve was walking backwards towards your other customer, amusement sparkling in his eyes. You glared. “Steve, don’t you dare,” you whisper-yelled, shaking your head as you watched him come close enough to the woman that she noticed his presence. Within seconds she was asking him a hundred questions, the man’s bright grin never leaving his face as his scheme was set into motion. You threw your head back with a quiet groan before getting yourself together to go and talk to Eddie.

When you turned on your heel to face him you caught him staring, the boy’s eyes widening as he quickly turned his head to face the other direction. Even from that angle you could see the blush that had fallen on his cheeks at the fact he’d been caught; just like the night of the party all over again. You got yourself together, giving yourself a quick pep talk before heading over to him; he was conveniently in the romance section.

“Hi,” you greeted, simply.

He turned to look at you and something you couldn’t make out flashed behind his eyes. “Hi. I was just, uh, looking for a movie to watch.” He pointed to the stack of shelves he was standing in front of, as well as the random VHS that was in his hands which he had just picked up on a limb as he saw you approach. He didn’t want you to yet again think he was some creep, though he really needed to get better at lying if he was going to continue to do it.

You held back a laugh, nodding your head. “Yeah that’s what people usually do at video stores.” You wished you could have taken a picture of the look on his face when the realisation hit him. His mouth had been working a thousand times faster than his brain, so he didn’t know what he was saying before he said it. Thankfully you saved him from the pain of trying to dig himself out of that deeply embarrassing hole. “Didn’t take you for a romance kind of guy though.”

“You’d be surprised. G-Given the chance I could woo your pants off like one of these romance guys.” He watched your features contort, his heart sinking into his stomach now he realised how dumb that sounded.

“Oh, that was terrible,” you cringed. “Did you get that from Steve?” You were sure that had worked for Harrington before, but it wasn’t the line itself that usually did it for him and the ladies. The women under this town were under some sort of spell with him, and his overconfidence really helped sell the show too. But Eddie had neither of those, stuttering through a pick up line meant it really didn’t have the same effect.

Eddie looked like he’d seen a ghost, a wave of humiliation hitting him full force at the thought of having ruined his shot with you by being a douche. You saw his eyes flicker over your shoulder in a nervous glance, nothing but a noise coming out of his mouth as his brain tried to come up with something to tell you. When you followed his gaze you watched as Steve’s hands dropped to his sides, the man trying to act natural and like he wasn’t saying something to the poor boy in front of you.

“W-Was it really that bad?” he asked.

You laughed, nodding your head. “It was so bad.” The sound of your sweet laughter gave him hope that he hadn’t completely messed up though. To him it sounded like amused laughter, not patronising laughter. He’d heard enough of that in his years to know the difference. The atmosphere quickly grew uncomfortable, and there was a clear shift in the conversation.

“I’m sorry, I just—“ he paused, inhaling sharply as he decided to lay it all out for you. “I really wanted to impress you. At the party I thought you looked so beautiful, a-and I think I got a bit of a crush,” he admitted. “But every time I’ve tried to talk to you since… you just walk away.” It was clear that what you had been doing was wounding him, and part of you knew that all along, but now it was presented to you right from the source, you felt guilty.

This was your chance to finally get yourself an answer. To find out if he’d been thinking about your near miss accident as much as you had. “I was embarrassed,” you muttered. The furrow in his brow felt like a good sign.

“About what?”

Your eyes bulged. “I nearly threw up on you.”

“When?”

You scoffed. All that worrying you had been doing and the boy didn’t even remember. Or if he did, he didn’t care. “You really don’t remember?” you questioned. He shook his head, lifting a metaphorical weight off of your shoulders. It felt like you could relax for the first time in days when you thought about him. It was actually a pleasant feeling. “Well that makes me feel so much better actually.”

The obvious tension that surrounded you both seemed to subside, the two of you gazing at each other with soft smiles. “So I didn’t completely mess up?” he asked. You shook your head. “Not at all. I actually really enjoyed talking with you the other night, even though we were in a bathroom.”

It looked like something clicked in him from that moment, his features lighting up and his posture straightening out, although it seemed he was looking anywhere but you. “Well, in that case, I was wondering–” When his eyes met yours he was ready to chicken out. Eddie Munson had never asked a girl out in his life, and he never even considered asking one out that was as enchanting as he found you. To say he was scared shitless right now would be an understatement.

You got the gist of what he was probably going to ask, but the longer it took for him to spit out the words, the more worried you got that he’d changed his mind halfway through speaking. So, you did it yourself, removing the pressure from him. “Would you like to go out with me sometime, Eddie?”

You watched him let out a breath of relief, shoulders sagging again and a grateful grin splitting on his face. “I’d love to.”

»»——⍟——««

The night of your date had finally arrived and you were so nervous. You had spent the entire day stressing over every tiny detail, even the ones you couldn’t control. Both Robin and Steve had been driven crazy the whole time after you invited them over for their help and reassuring words. To be fair, you were driving them crazy too though.

You must have shown them six different outfits you could wear at this point, each one pretty much the same as the last. You had messed with your hair, whining to Robin about how it just didn’t look right, even though she assured you it was perfect. Then came the issue of makeup, all of which Steve seemed to complain he didn’t understand. He never cared about any of these things when he was going on dates with girls. But maybe that was just him.

“Y/N, he likes you, he isn’t going to care,” Steve said, believing he was making the situation better. That only made you feel worse, throwing yourself face first down onto your bed, groaning about how nothing was going to go right and you had made such an effort only to have one of your good friends throw it right back in your face like it was nothing. Robin scolded him, slapping his arm as the two whisper-yelled to each other in the hopes you wouldn’t hear them; but you did.

“Steve’s a dick, don’t listen to him. You look good, and Eddie’s gonna think you look good too,” she said, hand rubbing over the expanse of your back in a comforting gesture.

You lifted your head from where you’d buried it, glancing at your friend with a hopeful expression in your eyes. “Really?” you asked, earning a nod from her. “You look smokin’, he’s lucky to be getting this time with you,” she said.

As you moved to thank her your eyes caught the clock on your night stand, eyes growing wide at the fact he’d be showing up in no less than half an hour and you still didn’t have an outfit selected. Your friends saw the way your face contorted into fear, ushering you up from your bed so they could get you together and ready in enough time. And although Steve’s previous attempt at a pep talk had gone horribly, this time around he was calming you down just fine.

It felt like almost no time had passed when you heard the expected knock on the door. Robin had picked the perfect thing for you to wear, your hair looked good, and you felt beautiful. Part of you wouldn’t ever admit you were dressing to try and impress some boy, so the fact you felt so pretty was good enough for you.

With one last reminder that you could do this, you pulled open the door. “Hi,” you said, standing shyly on your doorstep. At first he just looked at you blankly, and you weren’t sure what you were supposed to do. You shifted a little awkwardly on your feet before turning to send a glance to Nancy and Steve. They didn’t help, just offered you a thumb’s up as it looked like Eddie finally came back to reality. “W-Wow, hi. You look beautiful.”

Your skin burned hot at the compliment, and you took in how he looked standing there. The jeans had no rips on them for a change, though he still had his tell tale chain dangling from the material. His shirt wasn’t any familiar band tee that he usually wore, but instead replaced with a white button up that showcased the effort he had put into looking good for this date. Not that he needed to put much effort in to look good. His many rings still adorned his fingers, and his hair looked a little more tamed, though it was clear he had been messing with it. “You clean up well, Munson.”

You saw his cheeks flush and it was the cutest thing, unable to bite back the smile that crept upon your face. “Shall we head out?” he asked. You tried to hide your excitement as you nodded, but you probably looked incredibly eager anyway. As you tugged the door closed you heard Steve and Robin muttering about ‘how they grow up so fast’ leaving you to sneak your hand through the gap to flash them a middle finger before you really left.

Even though the walk from your front door to where his car was parked at the end of your driveway was short, that didn’t stop him from shyly lacing your fingers together to lead the way, the feeling of his warm palm sliding across yours making your heart race. How did a guy you only really noticed for the first time, maybe a week ago, have such a hold on your heart already? He was magical.

You were snapped from your gaze when you felt his touch leave you, a little sad if you were being honest, but that was replaced with yet another flurry of butterflies at his next actions. “M’lady,” he said, pulling open the passenger door for you. You climbed in with a grin, thanking him for the gesture. “Thank you, kind sir.”

He swore he fell even more in love right then.

You had exactly two seconds to gather your thoughts before he was climbing in the driver’s side, and then your eyes were on him. This could have been the only chance you got to really study his features; when he literally couldn’t remove his eyes from the road. The more you looked at him, the more handsome he seemed to become. Though a lot of people hated the hair, it suited him well, you couldn’t imagine him without it; it was just so him. The way each strand curled perfectly, how it framed his face. You noticed every so often it’d get caught in his eyes, but he must have been so used to it that it didn’t bother him. With a quick shake of his head it’d be fixed.

His eyes, oh they were so enchanting. They had been one of the main things that sent you haywire when you looked at him. They were like a void, just a space you could so easily get lost in if you looked long enough. But they were dangerous, one glance from those puppy eyes would have you bending at his will in seconds.

You didn’t get to look at him for as long as you would have liked. He’d realised you weren’t saying anything, and when he glanced over you were just staring, in some sort of trance. But the expression on your face was too blank, too unreadable. “You ready, sweetheart?” he asked, softly, wondering if the silence was you changing your mind. There was that nickname again. The one that made you feel all fuzzy inside in a way you didn’t think you could describe with words. “So ready.”

The ride to your mystery location was pleasant. It was filled with chatter between the two of you and the sound of music through the tape in the player. It was some metal band that you weren’t really too fond of, but whatever made him happy. Conversation seemed so easy with him, so effortless, and you found yourself not wanting the night to end already and you hadn’t even left the van yet.

At first you didn’t know where he was going, driving down unfamiliar roads and heading in a direction you didn’t recognise. “Where are we going?” you eventually asked. You partially trusted him, but it was dawning on you how little you actually knew him. Going to an unfamiliar place with a man you didn’t know all that well probably wasn’t the best idea, but it was a bit late for second thoughts now. He glanced over briefly at the sound of your voice. “It’s a surprise. Trust me, I know a place.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, but settled back into the surprisingly comfortable passenger seat of the van. Another ten or so minutes passed by before the roads got darker, shrouded with trees and away from almost any civilization. It was like that for a little until the engine cut off, your eyes scoured your surroundings seeing he’d brought you to a clearing in the woods. Given the secluded location you felt like you had to ask the question plaguing your mind. “You aren’t about to murder me, right?” you asked, half-joking, half-actually-serious.

He laughed, shaking his head. “No, I’m not. I thought you believed me when I told you I wasn’t in a cult.”

You rolled your eyes. “‘S pretty easy to deny. ‘Oh are you in a cult?’ No.” You shrugged to emphasise your little show, hearing him chuckling to himself as he stepped out of the van. “See, easy. How do you know I’m not in a cult?” you questioned him as he pulled open your door for you again.

The grin on his face was positively precious, and the easy banter between you must have eased up his anxieties a little bit. His hand raised to lightly brush his thumb and pointer finger against your chin. “You’re too cute to be in a cult.”

You scoffed, eyes trailing his figure as he headed over to the sliding door on his van. “And you’re not? Munson you, so, aren’t the badass everyone thinks you are.” His eyes flickered over to you, his head cocking and the corner of his mouth curling up as if he was amused with what you were saying. “Oh really?” he queried. You nodded your head. “What am I then?”

“Deep down, you’re a big softie.” He didn’t protest what you were saying at all. He wasn’t like one of these egotistical freaks that felt they had to keep up a reputation. If you thought he was a softie it was because he was a huge softie for you, and he didn’t care who knew it. “Only for you, sweetheart.”

The look of utter adoration on your face was hard for him to ignore, he desperately wanted to let it go to his ego, but he couldn’t.

You cleared your throat when the initial flood of cloudiness subsided. “So, what’s in store for us?”

The smile on his face didn’t give anything away, other than the fact that whatever it was he was proud of. Your eyes followed his movements as he tugged open the sliding door, holding his arms out to showcase the inside of the van. It wasn’t at all what you expected. You were met with an adorable sight. He’d set the inside up like a bed, a mattress crammed in, some pillows and a couple blankets for you both. He’d even gone as far to add some fairy lights to brighten the place up, and you had to admit it did make it feel more romantic. “I, uh, I thought we could watch the stars. No one ever comes out here so—“ He trailed off when it looked like he remembered something else. You watched him lean into the van, doing who knows what before the soft sound of music started to play inside the vehicle. “And there’s music, and some food.”

When he turned to look at you he noted the frown on your lips, taking it as a sign he had gone way too over the top or maybe let your expectations down. He felt the need to suddenly apologise. “I know it’s probably not what you expected, but I—“ You cut him off with the touch of your fingertips on his cheek, turning his head to face you. Those puppy eyes of his seemed to widen when they realised how close you both had gotten, he wasn’t expecting to almost brush noses with you when he looked in your direction. “It’s perfect, Eddie. No one’s ever done anything like this for me before.”

For a moment his eyes flickered between your gaze and your lips, weighing out the pros and cons of leaning in and kissing you right now. But once again at the last minute he chickened out, leaving you a little disappointed if you were being completely honest. You didn’t say anything though, putting it down to the poor man’s nerves. “‘M glad,” he muttered.

He offered out his hand to help you climb into the back. Truly he didn’t need to, it wasn’t difficult to get into, but he felt like that was what guys should do on dates. You took a seat on the shockingly soft mattress, crossing your legs over one another as you waited for him to join you. When he finally did he let out a sigh, offering you a grin.

“So, what’s on the menu, chef?”

He stretched his arm behind him, bringing to your view a familiar looking box. It was from the pizza place that you were practically obsessed with. You would basically force Steve and Robin to order from there every time you hung out at your house. “Pizza for the lovely lady.” It was like he knew you were suspicious of him the second you saw the box, your eyes narrowing in his direction as you lifted the lid to find exactly what kind you expected.

“Who told you?”

He shrugged shyly. He had never put this much effort into anything, not even D&D or his band, especially not a person. So he didn’t really know how to act nonchalant about the reaction he was getting. He was quickly realising he loved the tiny twinkles of joy in your eyes every time he did something that made you weak in the knees. “I may have had a little talk with Harrington.”

“You sneaky bastard.”

He reached back behind him a second time, this time drinks were dangling from the grip of his fingers. “And I got beer.”

It didn’t take either of you long to dig in, especially seeing as you couldn’t shut up about how good the pizza was for at least five minutes before you started eating. Eventually he had taken to basically shoving a piece into your hand and then up to your mouth, laughing about how if you love it so much you should actually eat some. Once again conversation flowed smoothly between you, talking about your friends and how Eddie had managed to become friends. He left out the obvious crazy monsters bit, you were on a need to know basis, so it was pretty much all a lie.

You hadn’t been on that many dates in your time, the boys in Hawkins were grade-a-assholes ninety-percent of the time, but you could say wholeheartedly that this was the greatest one you had ever had. It might have been the only one you truly enjoyed. Eddie just had this thing about him that you couldn’t pinpoint, but it made him so easily likeable. You understand how Steve, a rather judgemental friend actually, could come to befriend him so fast. He was nothing like his reputation stated.

After you ate the boy shifted his position, taking to lying on his back with his head practically hanging out of the van. It actually gave him a perfect view of the stars. He patted the space beside him as he motioned for you to do the same. You didn’t hesitate, following his lead and realising that in fact the view was beautiful. “Wow.”

“Wow, indeed,” he muttered. His stare basically burned holes into your cheek, and with an eye roll you turned your head to the side to face him. You caught his eye and his smile only grew.

“Is this one of the ‘romance guy’ clichés you know?” you teased.

He could’ve died right there on the spot thinking about that moment in the video store again. It certainly hadn’t been one of his best moments, and he wanted to move on from this topic very very quickly. “Just shut up and look at the stars.”

You must have spent hours gazing up at the sky, having Eddie point out what he said were various constellations, only to later come clean that he was lying out of his ass. It made you laugh nearly hysterically, the beer getting to your head a little. But all he’d been doing in his lies was trying to get that kind of reaction out of you. He’d found that in such a short time he’d quickly come to adore the sound of your laughter.

“Do you actually know any constellations?” you asked, grinning from ear to ear as you turned your head to look at him. The smile on his face was unmatched, and you’d argue that his eyes twinkled more than every star in the sky did.

His confession came with a slightly scrunched nose and red-twinged cheeks. “Nope. I’m repeating my senior for the third time, d’you really think I paid enough attention in school to learn about the stars?” he laughed.

“Fair play.” The words died on your tongue as your eyes locked, feeling like the biggest movie cliché was playing out in front of you. It would have been funny to point out how painfully ironic it was if you weren’t stuck in some lovesick trance. You tried to make it obvious that you were eyeing his lips, and you thought you had, but he didn’t seem to be making any first move.

Again, like back in the store, you felt you needed to make the first move or it would never happen. “Eddie,” you whispered, gaze unfaltering as you stared into those large doe eyes. You could and certainly had gotten lost in them, they were just so mesmerising. They held so much emotion in them, so many unsaid things that you were desperate to hear. He didn’t say anything, didn’t want to ruin the perfect little bubble you had found yourselves in, instead he just hummed as quietly as he could. “Please, kiss me.”

Now that he knew you wanted him to, he didn’t waste another second, leaning forward to finally meet your lips for the first time. He couldn’t help but note you tasted like beer and the coconut chapstick he watched you apply earlier, his new favourite combination he thought to himself. You were thinking the same, though he tasted like beer and a faint taste of weed. A strange two things to enjoy the taste of, but it was just so him.

As your lip-lock grew more intense he shifted again, rolling onto his side so he could get a better hold of you. He rested on his elbow, his other hand, the one with the chunky rings on, cradling your cheek gently, like you were made out of porcelain or something.

Your arms had found themselves snaking around his neck, wanting to desperately pull him closer to you. However, with that brought the tickling sensation of his hair hitting your skin, forcing you to part from him to let out the laughter that was building up. At first he didn’t know what was going on, a smile growing on his face nonetheless at the joy written all over your face. But you could tell he was confused. “Your hair… it’s tickling me,” you managed to get out through laughs.

To hear more of the angelic sound, he shook his hair against you, laughing with you as you called for him to knock it off.

When the laughter died down the two of you were left laying side by side, grinning like idiots at the ceiling of his van. The joy of just a few minutes ago was very much still present, neither of you spoke for a bit, just enjoyed the happy aura that engulfed you in your silence. That was until Eddie spoke up to break the silence, saying the four words you had been dreading all night. “We should head back.”

He heard you whine but unfortunately you couldn’t stay. “Steve’ll have my head if I don’t bring you back tonight. Or I would say we stay in a heartbeat.” The knowledge that he wanted to stay with you longer made your heart happy, and made you more willing to agree to heading home. He was right when he said Steve would be on him, because you knew if you had a phone with you right now he probably would have been blowing it up like your mom.

“Yeah, you’re right. We should do this again though some time.” You barely got your sentence out when he was leaning in to steal another quick kiss from your lips. For the first time since the party, when you looked at him he didn’t look nervous to have done something so bold. “Absolutely.”

»»——⍟——««

The drive home, though just as pleasant as the drive there, held a different atmosphere than it had before. Your hands were locked over the console, stealing glances at each other when you didn’t think the other was looking. It all felt so… blissful; natural. It was a feeling you hadn’t felt with any other boy you knew. You didn’t even need to communicate to know you both felt the exact same way.

When he turned the corner to your street you felt your heart sink a little bit, you really weren’t ready to leave him just yet. But you didn’t have much of a choice when the vehicle came to a stop at the end of your driveway. Eddie watched you pout, thinking it was the cutest thing. “Walk me to my door?” you asked, trying to grasp any extra time you could spend with him. He agreed instantly.

He caught you off guard when you got out of the van, where he was sweeping you into his arms, his lips capturing yours. It made your head swirl, giving you a sort of drunken sensation from just his kiss. “If you keep doing that, I dunno how you expect me to leave you.” His lips curled into a smile against yours, teeth clashing for a second which forced the two of you to pull away. “Maybe that’s my plan.”

You rolled your eyes, he was the one that wanted to take you home so he didn’t have to deal with Steve’s wrath, now he was proposing other ideas. “Thank you for tonight. I had a lot of fun,” you told him genuinely, twirling a strand of his curly hair around your fingers. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled. “Me too. You’re not as bad as I thought you’d be, Y/L/N.”

“Asshole,” you chuckled, hitting his shoulder with the heel of your hand. You heard him laugh as you stepped past him, eyes set on the entrance of your home. You had barely made it a few steps closer to your front door before he was spinning you back around, his hands firmly planted on your waist. He too didn’t want this night to end, and if he had to stall you at your doorstep until the sun rose, he absolutely would.

“Okay, okay. But jus’ think, this all started because you make a really beautiful angel,” he murmured, brushing the tip of his nose against yours affectionately. He watched the smile bloom on your face, his heart fluttering. “You make a pretty hot devil, too.”

His lips were once again on yours, a feeling you had started to really enjoy since the first time it happened. You hoped it would have been happening a lot more from this point too. He pulled back at the feeling of a stare burning into him, his brow furrowing as he searched for the culprit. You saw his gaze flicker behind you, focusing on something for a second before he looked back to you. “Y’know they’re watching us through the window right?” he muttered. You audibly groaned, rolling your eyes as you leaned your head forward to dick it into his chest. “They’re insufferable.”

It was mere seconds before you heard the click of the door, followed by hasty, heavy footsteps that could only be from Steve. You pulled away from Eddie to stand beside him, still keeping close proximity, but just so you could see your friend. “Dude, what the hell? I told you to have her home by ten. It’s nearly three am!” he yelled. Robin sent you a sorry look over his shoulder. It looked like she had tried to keep him inside when they had heard the van pull up, but obviously wasn't very successful. And he clearly had no regard for your poor neighbours.

“You didn’t specify, I thought you meant ten am,” he teased, twisting his wrist so the clock face of the watch that decorated it was facing up towards him. “And in that case I actually brought her back early.” He looked over to you and flashed you a wink. You had to stifle a laugh so Steve didn’t turn to yell at you too.

The Harrington boy’s anger could be felt even from the distance you were at, and despite the lack of light you were sure you could see a vein popping out of his face too. “Don’t get smart with me Munson, I’m gonna kick your ass.”

With a sigh you took a step in front of Eddie, acting sort of as a human shield if your friend decided to take his little charade as far as that. “Okay, momma bear, calm down.” He looked almost offended that you weren’t taking his side. “Let’s not forget you lose every fight you participate in. Please don’t embarrass yourself more.”

Steve scoffed, his mouth gaping at you. You could hear Eddie laughing behind you, as well as Robin giggling behind her hand so your friend didn’t hear her. “I beat Billy the other year,” he tried. You pursed your lips, cocking your head as if to ask really? Surely he didn’t believe that. The look made him give in. “Okay, fine. I didn’t beat Hargove. I could take Eddie though.”

You took the time to size them both up, looking at Steve’s build compared to your dates. They were both pretty similar, but Eddie had a make believe hard exterior, and chunky rings donning his fingers, Steve didn’t have any of that advantage. He was pretty much all talk. “Yeah… no. Sorry, Stevie.”

“Y’know what?” he said, resting his hands on his hips as the infamous motherly side of the man appeared to your eyes. “Inside.” He pointed to the front door with his finger, forcing you to bite back a laugh as he tried to treat you like one of the kids he was always babysitting. “Now, missy.”

“Yes, mom,” you sighed, turning over your shoulder to glance at Eddie as you started stepping closer to Steve. You blew him a teasing kiss, holding your hand up to your ear in an imitation of a phone. “Call me, Munson.” With the promise that he would, you scurried inside with Robin, leaving the two males to sort their issues out together, as you recounted the entire night to your best friend starting with one word to sum it all up. Magical.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fic

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tiannasfanfic · 9 months

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Jackass

Eddie Munson x Reader (Fluff)

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Summary: When the cast of a popular reality tv stunt show is hired to perform in Corroded Coffin’s new video, Eddie Munson finds himself an unwilling participant, as well as a new love interest.

Rating: General Audiences

Author Note: Gender neutral Reader, they/them pronouns, no Y/N. Strangers to lovers, Rockstar!Eddie x Jackass!Reader, early 2000’s setting. I’d like to give a huge shoutout to the Eddie’s Sluts Discord Server, particularly @strangerxperv and @kleenexwoman for their encouragement to turn this very stupid idea of mine into a fic. 🖤💜

CW: Slight Fuckboy!Eddie x Fuckgirl!Reader in the beginning; allusions of hooking up; surprise tazing; mention of a ankle injury (no details).

Word Count: 1,539

WARNING! The following show features stunts performed either by professionals or under the supervision of professionals. Accordingly, MTV and the producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any stunt or activity performed on this show.

One of the songs on Corroded Coffin’s latest album is a fun, upbeat rock song about doing stupid shit when you’re young. All four members contributed stories for it, as well as some of their friends, but while it was extremely fun to write, everyone just assumed it would fly under the radar.

We all know what they say about assuming.

The song quickly blew up upon the album’s release with audiences finding it funny and extremely relatable. The label quickly began promoting it as a single and a music video was ordered to be made.

While the guys had the initial idea of the video, which was to show each one of them taking turns doing the stupid stuff Eddie was singing about, the director took it a step further. The crew of MTV’s hit show Jackass are brought in both to ramp the situations up to ridiculous levels and execute them while Corroded Coffin performs in the background just slightly out of harm’s way.

Gareth, Jeff, and Grant are all hyped since they are big fans of the show, but it isn’t all that exciting for Eddie. He’s never seen it. The whole concept has always sounded stupid as hell to him, which is only reinforced every time someone makes him watch clips from it.

Even though you had consulted on a few technical aspects for the stunt choreography, you hadn’t been needed for the video initially. A frantic phone call from one of your producers changed that thought when they realized you had some of the safety gear they needed. Since this was vital equipment, the shoot had to be put on hold, so you quickly loaded it all up and high tailed it down there. You decided to stick around to help since they were a couple hours behind by the time you arrived.

Since you weren’t at the morning meeting when all the Jackass crew members were formally introduced to everyone on set, Eddie doesn’t recognize you and assumes you are just one of the few extras that recently arrived on set. But, regardless of who you are, he thinks you’re hot, and since performing always makes him horny, he decides you should be given the opportunity to help him relieve it.

But while Eddie doesn’t recognize you, you instantly recognize him as soon as he approaches you. You can hardly believe it when he immediately starts flirting with you. Though, calling it flirting is putting it mildly. Even though he’s being incredibly smooth about it, it’s obvious he has only one thing on his mind right now. You are perfectly okay with this, however. You weren’t about to turn down the opportunity to get railed by the lead singer of a band you really like, and so you return his advances. Once lunch is called, it doesn’t take long before the inevitable invitation slides from Eddie’s lips when you ask what his plans were.

“I usually go back to my trailer to eat,” he says, licking his lips at that last word as he lets his gaze slowly wander down your body again. “Care to keep me company?”

His voice dripped with honey, his tone making the warmth between your legs grow. You smiled, opened your mouth to accept his offer…

And then your friends struck.

It all happened extremely fast, and with all of Eddie’s attention on you, all he knew was, one minute, you were looking at him with the sort of bedroom eyes that had the blood flowing to his cock already, and then then next, your body lurched forward into his arms as you let out a bloodcurdling scream.

You immediately jumped away from the now stunned Eddie and whirled around. That’s when he saw a man running away from you both while laughing his ass off.

“Ryan, you motherfucker!” you roared before taking off after the man. “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you!”

Confused, Eddie watched you running away until some wild, boisterous cheering caught his attention. He looked over to see a small group watching the whole fiasco that consisted of the other members of Corroded Coffin and a few of the guys from Jackass. They had a video camera out and were all roaring with laughter as they recorded you chasing the guy named Ryan around the video set.

“Sorry Eddie!” called Gareth through his laughter.

This drew everyone else’s attention to Eddie. The camera pivoted towards him as one of the guys, a man named Johnny, jogged over to him with a good natured, but cocky grin on his face.

“Yeah, sorry about cockblocking you back there, Eddie,” Johnny said, his voice sounding anything but sorry. “But, man, we owe you a big one for that, we’ve been trying to get them with the Taser Cam for MONTHS.”

The Taser Cam, as it turns out, was your idea initially and you oversaw the planning and execution. It was one of the most popular skits on the show and that’s because you were a sneaky little shit with it. Even though they all knew you could be packing a taser at any given moment, they all had a bad habit of letting their guard down around you.

Even though they’d been gunning for revenge for a while, all attempts to tase you in return had failed miserably. This wasn’t entirely a problem since you all had a healthy level of paranoia and distrust for each other by now, it was just highly annoying for them all. You always managed to work out when they were trying to set you up, even if it was at the last second.

So, when Gareth made an offhand comment to Jeff about Eddie trying to get his dick wet at work again, and drew Johnny’s attention, he saw how engrossed you were in the man, he couldn’t resist. This really was the perfect opportunity, your attention had been entirely on Eddie, and Johnny recognized this as their big chance.

Eddie was so dumbfounded by the whole thing, he wasn’t sure if he should be pissed or impressed.

In the end, he does get you stretched out on the couch of his trailer just like he wanted, only not in the way he expected. It was the closest place to lay you down at so the onsite EMTS could look at you. While you were perfectly fine from the tasing, you had tripped while running after Ryan and now you couldn’t put any weight on one of your feet.

“It doesn’t look like a break,” said one of the paramedics as she finished looking you over. “Probably just a bad sprain, but you should have some x-rays taken to be sure. Need us to take you?”

“Nah,” you said, shaking your head. “Tremaine will strangle me if I take an ambulance for a non-emergency again.”

Eddie blinked a few times in surprise while Johnny and Ryan laughed.

“Yeah, he’s already gonna explode when he hears about this,” Johnny said, taking off his sunglasses to wipe tears from his eyes. “You just got released yesterday.”

“Right?” you sighed as the paramedics let themselves out. “Wonder how much longer this is going to put me down for.”

The whole situation was so ridiculous that it had rendered Eddie speechless, thus he had been uncharacteristically quiet since your tasing. But the current conversation piqued his curiosity.

“Released?” he asked looking over at you.

“Yeah, by my doctor,” you said, nodding. “I’ve been off work for, what?” You looked over at Johnny. “Two months now?”

“Almost, yeah,” he said, nodding, then burst out laughing. “Man, Ehren’s gonna be pissed. This means you and Bam can’t do the boarding segment next week.”

You looked over at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Why would Ehren be pissed?” you asked, confused. “He’s not in that one.”

“No, he’s not,” said Johnny, and then a grin spread across his face that gave Eddie goosebumps. “But I think you being off with another injury is a good reason for all of us to be a little more safety conscious, wouldn’t you all agree?”

You and Ryan burst out laughing.

“Safety First!” the two of you then cried out in unison and Johnny clapped.

As badly as Eddie hated to admit it, you now fascinated him. Granted, he thought you were batshit insane at this point, but that only piqued his interest more. He ended up being thankful for the interruption.

With as thankful as he was for that, it didn’t compare to how thankful he was later when he found out exactly how close he came to getting tazed instead of you. Since they had to be so sneaky and quick about the whole thing, Ryan almost missed. One inch to the left and it would’ve been Eddie who received the jolt of electricity.

A few weeks later when Uncle Wayne found out who his nephew was dating now, he started going back to church.

Unlike Eddie, he actually does watch the show.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson au #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson blurb #rockstar!eddie munson #modern!eddie munson #jackass fanfic

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rustycopper4use · 7 months

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heyo. if you're still up for a poly Fizzmodeus x reader, I've got an idea:

them and an idol succubus reader who secretly has a kid, hidden from the public for...well, mainly safety reasons - I'm sure you have an idea how crazy the public's reaction would be. like imagine Fizz and Ozzie find out, making reader panic bc it's supposed to be a secret, but they reassure her.

poor mama idol's doing her best to give her kid a normal childhood - as normal a childhood in Hell could be, anyway. but now, she has Fizz and Ozzie there for her

could be hcs or a oneshot, either one is good :3

I loved this idea!!!!

Fizzmodeus x fem!reader

You were hell’s up and coming star! Every Sinner, Hellborn, and hellhounds knew your name.

A day wouldn’t pass when you were surrounded by fans, paparazzi, and the sort.

Even with all these eyes on you, you have kept a secret from the public.

You had a kid!

You’d never expected to love someone as much as you did, yet everyday you found more ways to adore your kid.

Your performances were very popular among The Lust Ring, most of your gigs were at Ozzie’s.

During such you would leave your kid in your dressing room. They were smart kid, you trusted them on their own.

Talking about your performances, you had this petty rivalry with Verosika mayday. Being both talented succubus it was domed to happen.

But it was mostly nothing serious, but when you played the same venue she would watch your child.

She ended up being the only one to know, not your choice for her to find out, regardless you appreciate the help.

The reason you kept them a secret was because, you knew all too well how this type of life is damaging. You worked so hard for this dream, but a part of you hoped for them to not follow your line of work.

Speaking of which your kid was the best thing to ever happen.

He was to good for this world, and even you. You would do anything for the kid.

They adored Ozzie’s club, the neon lights kept them entertained for hours. When you left them in your dressing room, you’d always make sure they’d have a fridge for food and drinks.

Everything was going smoothly,

‘sureyoumayoffallenhornoverhillsfortheprinceoflustandhisrighthandman. But that was nothing you couldn’t deal with, right?

You tried your hardest to keep romantic love out of it.

But you were only so strong.

It was only so long before the two found out about the kid.

Least to say you were terrified, you didn’t know what was to come.

They had to pull you back together and reassure they weren’t gonna tell.

After words you four became a peculiar family.

Ozzie spoiled the kid rotten

Fizzaroli would bring the kid on adventures, being the only one to match a kid’s energy.

#x reader #lgbtq #lgbtqiia+#fizzmodeus #fizzarolli #fizzaroli helluva boss #helluvaboss #helluva spoilers #helluva boss season 2 #fizzmodeus x reader #fem reader #verosika mayday #children

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golbrocklovely · 1 year

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we went mad // sam and colby

A/N: let me tell you a story of how this came to be. i obviously got the idea from the scream franchise, in particular scream 2 which is set at a college. so originally i wrote this in second person, but i felt like i had already written pretty much everything up until now in that pov, so i had to switch ALL of the writing i had done (which was most of it) over to first person. and then… i had to finish writing it. and that for some reason just took so long for me. i think part of the issue was that when i originally came up with the idea of this fic, i saw the ending, and that was it. i wanted the famous kitchen scene with billy, stu, and syd, but god… getting there was no cake walk. thank christ i'm done with this fic. it's definitely one of my longer ones. let me know what you think ! hope you enjoy :)

prompt: someone on campus is killing all of your ex-classmates. and you fear you're next. || college!sam and colby x reader

trigger warning: murders, slightly gore and blood mentions, cursing, college setting, parties, drinking, douchy/emotionless bf, mentions of hs bullying, surprise/rollercoaster ending

word count: 6582

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How could you have missed the signs? How could you not have known all this time?

~~~

Sam and Colby had talked about moving away from our hometown for years. They had major plans to move to L.A. and become big. But instead, they decided to go to our local state college with me, and half of our graduating class. And while I was confused by their choice, I was happy nonetheless. They were my best friends, and I was upset thinking that I wouldn’t see them anymore after graduation. But I understood why they wanted to get away in the first place: everyone at our school bullied them. The number of times Sam and Colby had been shoved into lockers, or had food thrown at them in the cafeteria, or were just badmouthed... let's just say that high school was nothing short of hell for them.

Freshman year of college, while stressful, was fantastic. We all lived on campus, our dorms across the street from one another. Hell, I could even see their dorm from my window. We took a lot of the same core classes together, always making sure to work on projects and help each other out. We hadn’t decided our majors yet and knew that this would be the only time we could be in the same classes together.

Things were good for a long time, all the way through the end of sophomore year. I was so excited to start the next half of college. It felt like the home stretch, even if we weren’t close to graduating yet.

But our relationship changed, our friendship drifted apart. By the start of junior year, we were no longer friends. And the major reason for it? I started dating someone from our old high school. I had met him at the end of sophomore year and dated him secretly during the summer. His name was Davis, and back in high school, he was popular. He got into this university on a sports scholarship. And you might be wondering, was Davis someone that bullied Sam and Colby? No, he wasn’t. But he was friends with those that did.

I didn’t know that until I was already dating Davis. It was hard to keep up with who did and didn’t bully Sam and Colby back in the day. I told Davis to apologize to Sam and Colby for what his friends did. At first he was a bit confused, but he did it regardless. Sure, it was at a party and he was kind of drunk. But it still counted… right? He later texted the guys about it and they said they accepted his apology.

However, they couldn’t forgive me for dating someone like that. So, our friendship just… died.

But even though I wasn’t their friend anymore, I still knew them pretty well. And the moment we were no longer friends, something felt… off about them. We still shared the occasional class, so I saw them every other day. They seemed darker, broodier. And only ever with one another. But that wasn't that unusual for them. They relied on one another a lot.

On a cool fall day, shocking news broke on campus: someone was killed right outside the dorms late last night. Classes were immediately cancelled. Everyone was on edge. The university did its best to calm the nerves of its students, siting that we were in a major city and cities tend to have random killings happen. Police stayed on campus for the next couple days, and partying was prohibited.

Of course, that didn't stop the frat houses from throwing "secret" keggers in their basements. I didn't really want to go, but Davis begged me to. That I should "live on the edge" since I was never really a go-getter. So I went, and I was surprised to see Colby at the party. I waved at him, but his eyes glared back, and then behind me. I turned to see Davis, my face immediately dropping. I didn't see Colby the rest of the night.

The next day, the police finally released the name of the person that was killed on campus. It was in fact a student, but that didn’t mean there was an issue on campus itself. Since we lived in the city, bad things were bound to happen to us too.

The name sounded familiar, and it finally clicked: it was someone from our graduating class. James Cooper. I didn’t know him all that well, but I was still sad to hear he was killed.

Davis sort of knew the guy too; he had been on the hockey team. They had gone to parties together before, but he wasn't close to him. It clicked for me even more when Davis mentioned the hockey team: that guy shoved Sam and Colby into lockers our freshman year to impress his friends. He was a major dick to them for a while, until finally getting onto the hockey team and just ignoring all classmates that were "underneath" him.

…Maybe karma actually did work.

Less than a week later, another person was killed. This time it was a girl. She was found just outside of the library in some bushes. I knew who she was, remembering her from high school. She was a cheerleader, both years ago and now. Lizzie Campbell.

This was all so weird to me. In the two years of being on campus, I had barely heard about any robberies or petty crimes happening, let alone two murders. And on top of that, two of my ex-classmates? Davis shrugged it off, saying it was just a coincidence. But I couldn’t shake the feeling of something not being right about all of this.

And as time went on, my suspicions became more of a premonition.

Two more students, back-to-back, were found. But what made it worse was this time one was in the dorms. And it was in my dorm too, two floors down. Security had everyone on that floor evacuate and go to other dorms for the time being. I, and many other students, didn’t feel safe in the building. I decided to stay over at Davis’ frat house.

They ended up throwing a last-minute party that weekend. I begged Davis to tell his brothers not to throw one, especially because of how insensitive it was and that they could be fined for it. He told me it was out of his hands, that he didn’t decide whether parties happened or not.

How could he be so blasé about these deaths, especially since he even knew these people?

This was a side to him I had never seen, and I didn’t like it one fucking bit. I couldn’t stay there that night, so I trudged back to my dorm room. On my way there, I ran into Sam.

It was awkward to say the least. We talked briefly, and I told him how I planned to stay in my dorm since I couldn’t stay at Davis’. Sam offered his and Colby’s dorm instead; that it was much safer than mine, especially since I would be alone.

Part of me didn’t want to go to their dorm, mostly because of everything going on between us. But he was right about it being safer, and I did miss them a lot.

I followed Sam back to his dorm. He informed me that Colby was out working on a project and wouldn’t be back until later. Their dorm was nice and spacious, the benefit of being an upperclassman. It was like a mini apartment in some ways. We relaxed in their living room area and chatted for a bit. Eventually, the topic of conversation fell onto the recent murders. Sam spoke of whispers around campus that the killer wore a mask shaped like a melted ghost’s face, that that was how he got in and out of the dorms. My skin crawled at the thought of seeing that mask and prayed that that wasn’t the case. The killer could be anyone on campus, just lurking in the shadows.

I had this urge inside of me to tell Sam my theory. I knew we weren’t close anymore, but I felt like he was the only one that would believe me.

I explained to him what I thought was happening: how all of the people that had been killed on campus were from our old high school. The killer was attacking those from our high school only, possibly hunting them down for some unknown reason. Sam questioned if that was true for the newer victims.

We looked up the email from the university, speaking on the recent victims. "The selfish murders of Christopher Smith and Sara Goodwin..." Chris was from my homeroom. He was on the swim team. He won tons of medals and was celebrated. And Sara… she had dated the quarterback sophomore year and was generally a popular person.

Oh god, I think I’m right.

Sam was surprised at how on point I seemed to be. It was a nice change of pace compared to being shrugged off by Davis. But he didn’t fully agree with my idea. He considered that maybe this was a huge coincidence, that maybe the killer wasn’t targeting our class, just the people that still hung out with one another. Maybe all the victims – Chris, Sara, Lizzie, and James – were all friends and the person that murdered them knew them all and was picking them off.

I snorted, "And what? They saw something they shouldn’t and now they're getting I Know What You Did Last Summer-ed?"

"That could be it." He replied.

I sassed. "You can't be serious, Sam."

But he was. He didn’t argue that he was right, just that if someone was attacking our graduating class, or our old high school, they would have to kill half the population of the university. So, it was unlikely that that was happening. Maybe Sam was right about that. Sure – there was definitely a connection. But it sounded more plausible that Sam was right on his part in some way.

Sam decided to call it night not too long after, stating he had early classes the next morning. I dozed off an hour after he went to bed, sleeping on their somewhat comfortable couch.

I jolted awake suddenly, the front door unlocking slowly. It opened, and Colby tip-toed in. His eyes locked with mine, and they widened.

“Hey…” He mumbled awkwardly.

He wondered what I was doing in their dorm, and I told him what happened with me and Sam. I asked him where he was all night, glancing at the neon red lights of the clock shining back 3:20 AM. Colby spoke of a crazy party at one of the frat houses.

But didn’t Sam say…? Whatever.

I nodded my head at him, yawning loudly. He smiled, said goodnight, and shuffled off to bed.

The news broke two hours later - another body was found. Michelle Robinson. And this time, it was right outside of Davis' frat. He even saw the killer, or who he thought it could have been. A guy dressed in all black with a cloak and a mask running away from the house. But no one saw the body until the morning.

The mask… just like Sam said.

Campus was immediately shut down, all classes resuming online. Absolutely NO parties. How could the university think people were going to be able to learn when there was a killer on the loose? It was insanity to me.

I was forced back into my dorm. Police raided every car and dorm on campus to find clues. They determined after a thorough search that the killer wasn’t a student, just someone that new the dorms well. No evidence was found linking a current student to the killings.

The day the police announced this, I got a very strange text.

UNKNOWN: if they only knew....

I didn’t know the number or what it possibly could have meant. I tried not to think about it, already too concerned with everything else going on. The next day, however, I got another text from the same number.

UNKNOWN: what's it like knowing that people are dying on campus but your bf is throwing another party??? it’s almost like he’s celebrating their deaths. you really know how to pick them

I responded with what the hell are you talking about? and who is this? but the number never replied back.

Were they telling the truth though? Was Davis really throwing another party? He couldn't be.

I went straight over to Davis’ frat house, and when I saw the brothers pulling a keg into the back of the house, I knew the unknown number was telling the truth.

I argued with Davis that night. How could he be throwing a party again after what just happened? He even saw the killer and he’s just… shrugging it off like it doesn’t matter. People he knew from school are dying and he doesn’t care. It was gross and concerning beyond belief.

He rolled his eyes, saying that he wasn’t close to any of the people that died, just that he knew them in passing. And they weren’t throwing a party, just a kick-back with the boys in the house.

“Oh okay, that makes it all better…” I spat sarcastically. “Even if that was just the case, how are you in a partying mood?”

He groaned, walking away from me. “Oh my God, Y/N, you’re such a buzzkill.”

That was enough to set me off. I broke up with him on spot, not listening to another word he had to say. I held back tears as I raced back to my dorm. That was the last night I saw Davis.

And it was also the last night of the murders. At least... for a while.

Three weeks went by. This had been the longest period without any murders. It seemed as if things might have been getting back to normal. Even the university was starting to act the same again. The university announced the soon-to-be-open dorm that was right down the street from mine. I was even excited to stay there next year; I was actually looking forward to it - to senior year. To the future.

After breaking up with Davis, I ended up becoming friends with Sam and Colby again. I told them what happened, and they graciously accepted me back with open arms. It was nice to be with them again, for life to feel somewhat normal once more. But I couldn’t lie: I missed Davis. I knew I shouldn’t have, his weird lack of empathy for what was happening was alarming, but maybe something was going on with him and that’s why he didn’t seem to care. Or maybe I was trying to give him brownie points when he didn’t deserve them. But I couldn’t help but miss him. Even if I knew what he did was fucked up to me, I still cared. I worried something could still happen to him.

The killings might have stopped, but that didn't mean I wasn’t still paying attention and on edge all the time. I think everyone on campus could feel there was still a chokehold in the air from the murderer.

I texted Davis after a month of nothing from him. I asked to meet up with him, but he never responded. My messages were going through, so he didn’t block me. Sam and Colby caught wind of my texting and were highly against it, especially when I said I planned to go to the frat and see him for myself. According to Colby, clearly Davis either needed space or just didn’t want to see me, so I should just stay away for a while. I considered what he said but decided to go anyway. I asked around at his frat house if anyone knew where he was, since I knew he wasn’t in class. His ‘brother’ Kevin replied that they hadn’t seen Davis in a long time. Like, almost a month.

...The last time I saw him as well.

My stomach twisted up in knots at the first thought I had.

Was he the killer?

There’s no way. I was with him when the first killings happened. Maybe he had an accomplice? No. No, Davis wouldn’t kill anybody, let alone people he knew from back in the day… right?

I can’t tell Sam and Colby, even though they know my theory about the killer hunting people from our graduating class. I don’t want to give them another reason to hate Davis. Not to mention, I must be wrong. There’s no way Davis killed all those people. It was just a coincidence that he left and the murders stopped.

Unless… the killer got him too.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. Maybe Davis left because of the killings. Maybe it was too much for him to bear. Maybe a family emergency happened. Maybe he couldn’t handle the classes. There could be a laundry list of reasons why he left.

My heart skipped a beat when my phone buzzed on my way back to my dorm. The number wasn’t the one I was hoping to see, and all the text did was make my thoughts spiral deeper.

UNKNOWN: do you miss me?

~~~

Our campus was known for its Halloween parties, and while I definitely wasn’t in a spooky mood, Sam and Colby begged me to come with them to a random frat’s party. Sam wanted to introduce me to his girlfriend and Colby didn’t want to be left alone when they would eventually disappear off. I agreed begrudgingly. I dressed up in my costume from last year, a witch, and Sam and Colby dressed up as Batman and Robin; and by dressed up I mean they just threw on a t-shirt with the symbol. Walking into the party, I felt my skin tingle with anxiety. The music was loud and there were so many people around in an array of different costumes. I glanced around, hoping to maybe see Davis, but he was nowhere to be seen.

“Stop trying to look for him. He clearly left because he couldn’t handle the pressure anymore, whether from the murders or the workload.” Sam stated, pulling my attention away from the crowd.

“Maybe he couldn’t live without you so he left.” Colby joked.

“Either way, don’t waste your night looking for someone that’s gone.” Sam stood up pointing at me, “I’ll be right back, let me go find my girl.”

“Let’s see how long it takes him this time.” Colby rolled his eyes.

I stayed with Colby for a while, watching a table of zombies play beer pong. After two games had finally played out, I started looking around for Sam.

“Don’t bother. Sam has a tendency to disappear off with his girlfriend and only come back around super late. I don’t know, but sometimes I swear she’s not real.”

I questioned, “You’ve met her before, right?”

He shrugged. “Sorta. It was quick, and honestly, I was super drunk so it could have just been some random girl.”

“Sam wouldn’t lie about having a girlfriend.” I argued.

“Yeah because if he did, I’m gonna make fun of him so fucking much,” Colby chuckled. “I’m gonna go step outside and call him, see if he’s around here. If you want, go… mingle, until I get back.”

“Tell him to hurry back, with or without his girlfriend please.” I laughed, watching Colby smirk as he stepped outside.

I wandered around the party, running into some people from my English Lit class. We started taking shots and bitching about the professors giving us so much work during the murders.

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but it felt like it had been at least an hour, if not longer. I pulled out my phone, ready to text Colby where he went off to, and suddenly an urgent email went through. Everyone’s phones around me started blowing up as well, gasps and screams being let out as people read the message.

Three students were just found dead on campus. Police advised everyone to stay indoors and if they were out on the street not to walk home alone.

“Fuck this, I’m getting the hell out of here!” Someone yelled deep from within the party.

A major rush of people started going for the front door, making it impossible to leave. Mayhem was breaking out, people were crying, screaming, and begging to get out of the house as soon as possible. I rushed to the basement, knowing there was an exit there since all the frat houses were built with the same layout.

Fuck! Where was Sam and Colby?

A huge group of us ran back towards our dorms. I stayed with the group as long as I could until I was alone, running to my dorm.

“Y/N!” I heard Colby’s voice shout from across the courtyard.

I spun towards him, running up to him hastily. I fell into his arms, pulling him close.

My voice quivered. “Thank Christ you’re okay! Where’s Sam?”

“He’s with his girlfriend in her dorm. McFranklin Hall.” Colby informed.

“Oh thank god. Okay, let’s just get back to mine since it’s closer.” I urged.

We got into my building quickly, jumping into the elevator. I finally was able to catch my breath for a moment, my heart still pounding. “Where the hell were you all night?”

Colby furrowed his brows, confused. “I wasn’t gone that long, Y/N.”

“You said you were only going to go make a phone call.” I responded.

“Yeah I did, and then I guess I lost track of time.” He answered.

We walked out of the elevator and down to my dorm. “How the hell did you lose track of time?”

He huffed. “Can we just talk about this later?”

I shook my head, pulling my key out. “No let’s talk about this right-”

“Y/N?” He interjected.

“What?” I breathed, still looking at him.

“Did you leave your dorm unlocked?” He pointed.

My gaze fell upon my dorm. The door was open, but only a little. Like someone rushed to get out of it.

“Maybe we should head back to my dorm…” Colby backed up.

I stepped inside, pushing the door open all the way. “No I need to know what happen-”

I flicked on the lights and choked out a gasp.

My room was torn up, everything knocked over and on the floor. Someone ransacked it, looking for God knows what.

I shuddered, “W-who… did this?”

Colby bit his lip nervously. “I don’t know.”

“How did they even get in here? I locked my door, I know I did.” I dissented.

His face twisted in disgust, covering his nose. “What is that smell? I think it’s coming from behind the door…”

Colby pushed the door shut, jumping back as it slammed.

“Oh my god is that… blood?” He whispered.

#9 was smeared onto the door, still fresh from whoever broke in.

My mouth watered as nauseous rushed through me. “Nine… that was Davis’ jersey number.”

“Or… like how many victims there’s been.” Colby deadpanned.

My breathing labored at his tone. “There hasn’t been nine victims. The three tonight make it eight.”

Colby’s eyes were cold as he turned to me, “Well, then maybe you’r-”

A dark figure lurched out of my closet, grabbing Colby from behind. I screamed out, staring into the melted ghost face mask.

“Run Y/N! R-” Colby yelled, his breath hitching as the figure’s knife stabbed into his chest.

Pure adrenaline kicked through my veins as I bolted out of the building. I ran to the stairs, rushing down them as fast as I could. I wasn’t sure if the figure was behind me, but I knew I just needed to run. As I finally made it to the street, there were no cars around. It was late, already one AM. The police sirens and glow of their cars were so far away, possibly on the other side of campus.

I rushed down the street, praying to find a lone car or business open so I could call for help. But everything down the street was dark, deserted.

The only building that seemed to be open or have lights on was the new dorm. I raced around it, trying to find a single unlocked door. I found one towards the back of the building, an emergency exit that hadn’t been installed yet.

I needed to find a space to hide, knowing that once I felt safe, I could call for help. I didn’t want to run through the open lobby, so I kept going up the stairs to the second floor.

From down below me, the emergency exit busted open, the dark figure staring up at me as it raced up the stairs. My screams echoed off the walls of the staircase as I rushed through the second story door. I ran down the hallway, trying to find any room that was unlocked. The hallway was dark, only the occasional work light.

I could hear the slamming of the emergency door behind me. It was near; and getting closer. Fuck! I need to find somewhere to go. I just kept running, not knowing what else to do.

The building was almost in a circle shape, everything looping back around to one another. As I sprinted to the other emergency exit, the figure popped out, stopping me dead in my tracks.

How the fuck did he get over here?

I turned around, running back the way I came. As I got to an open living room area, the figure came down the hallway I was running towards. I spun around, gasping at the now two dark figures in front of me.

I backed up against the wall, the figures closing in. Tears clouded my vision as I stared at them, ready to die.

Suddenly they stopped, glancing at one another, and chuckling. Their laughs sounded familiar as they pulled off their masks.

“Sam…? Colby?” I sputtered.

Sam smiled. “In the flesh.”

“Surprise.” Colby smirked.

“W-Wha? What the- What the fuck?!” I screeched.

“What? Oh shit, did we scare you? Didn’t mean to do that.” Sam feigned concern.

Colby held back a laugh. “…Yeah, we’re only sort of lying about that.”

My body was frozen against the wall, “Is this some joke? A prank?”

“A prank? I think killing eight people is far past the point of a prank.” Sam glared.

“Our sense of humor isn’t that fucked up. What do you think we are, monsters?” Colby scowled, pointing his knife at me.

My stomach dropped as my heart raced faster. I could feel the color drain out of my face.

They killed everyone.

“No. No, y-you guys can’t be serious.” I cried.

“Oh, we’re dead serious. Why don’t you show her her prize, Colby?” Sam gestured.

“Sure. I’ll be right back.” Colby winked, backing away.

I moved forward as Colby turned the corner. Sam shoved me back against the wall, pulling out a gun from behind his back.

He pointed the gun at my chest. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

I whimpered. “Sam, why are you doing this?”

“Don’t worry, you’ll learn soon enough.” He grunted.

My eyes fell on Colby as he pulled Davis’ tied up body from around the corner. He was alive, but barely; blood soaked his clothes, and he looked dirty.

“Oh my God Davis!” I wailed, trying to run towards him.

Sam wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly against him. “Tsk tsk, Y/N. I told you not to move.”

“You’ve probably been wondering where he’s been. He’s been in here, just… chilling.” Colby snickered.

I shook my head, tears streaming down my cheeks. “No, no, no. This can’t be real. You guys-!”

Sam growled in my ear. “What?! We can’t be killers? Oh trust me, Y/N… we are.”

“And you know, all this happened… because of you.” Colby spun the knife in a small circle, until he rested it underneath my chin.

“Because of me?” I uttered.

“Yes. You see, that night you made Davis ‘apologize’, he didn’t actually do that. Maybe to you that’s what he said. But to us, he said something totally different.” Sam explained.

Colby mimicked Davis’ voice, “‘I remember you two dorks. Can’t believe Y/N has put up with you two losers for so long. My friends did nothing wrong in high school. You guys deserved every single thing that happened to you. I ain’t apologizing for shit.’”

“‘Honestly the shit they did was fucking hilarious. And if you’re not over it by now, that’s your fucking problem.’” Sam chimed in, doing the same voice.

“Well… now it seems like your problem too, Davis!” Colby cackled, kicking Davis in the stomach.

“‘You’re not gonna tell Y/N about this. She’s never gonna believe you anyway. I have her wrapped around my finger. She’s in love with me, so you might as well accept this as my apology.’” Sam quoted directly into my ear.

“Do you know how upsetting it was knowing he was right? You would have never believed us. Especially when he sent that dumb poor excuse of a text the next day claiming he was sorry.” Colby hissed.

“We would look like the bitter nerds that just couldn’t get over their dumb bully.” Sam replied.

“So you thought murdering our old classmates would make it better?!” I exclaimed.

“Every single one of them deserved it! They weren’t just our old classmates; they were the ones that bullied us!” Colby lurched at me, getting into my face.

My eyes widen at Colby’s words. He was right.

“The first one, James. That was my doing. Total accident, B-T-W. It was right after we stopped being friends, I was upset and we bumped into each other,” Sam recounted nonchalantly. “He recognized me from high school, and he called me his favorite name – you know, the old one he used to call me all the time back then. I blacked out, and when I came to, I had strangled him to death.”

“I killed Lizzie after seeing you at the party with Davis. You know, she was always so desperate, even back in high school. And she tried to get with me, and when I shot her down, she all of sudden remembered me. Started calling me a loser, and all this other stuff. It didn’t bother me at first, but then she brought up Madison and how she told everyone in school how bad I was our first time. So… I killed her.” Colby shrugged.

“We didn’t even know we had done these crimes until we both confessed to one another. And then from there, we just couldn’t stop.” Sam revealed, tightening his hold on me. “We basically went back and forth, one for one. Except Colby went a little rogue and killed… what was her name? Michelle. That night you were at our dorms. That… that one almost got us caught. Especially since you basically had pieced together that the killer was going after old classmates.”

“I’m sorry. What can I say, Michelle actually surprised me,” Colby chuckled darkly. “I was working on a project with her, we went to a party and… well, it doesn’t matter. Just know it was fun leaving her body outside of Davis’ frat. Too bad he saw me leaving. But that was when we realized Davis might actually be useful after all.”

“We got a burner phone, texted you once or twice, and things just fell into place. You broke up with him – because let’s be honest, we didn’t force him to throw parties after everyone’s deaths. That was all him. And his lack of caring? Also all him. So again, you really do know how to pick them,” Sam joked. “And once you guys were done-zo, we realized kidnapping him and making him disappear would make you question if he was the one who did it.”

“Plus, we had mid-terms.” Colby added.

“How did you keep him here for a month?” I questioned.

Sam scoffed. “A month? No, we only just kidnapped him. Who the hell told you he’s been gone for a month?”

“A brother at the frat.” I remarked.

“Yeah, no. He’s wrong. Prior to that, Davis was actually ignoring you though. He was pretty upset about you breaking up with him.” Sam related.

Colby stared down at Davis who shook with fear. “He didn’t expect it since you were so wrapped around his finger.”

“I just don’t get it. Why would you do this?” I choked.

“We wanted to forget high school, we really did. The plans we had for life outside of this state were just too big. So, we made them smaller, thought going to the same school as our best friend would be fine and sure, we’d have run ins with old high school assholes, but who cares? That was years ago. We’ve all moved on, right?” Colby huffed.

“The thing is, when you deal with people who peaked in high school… life doesn’t move on for them. Their glory days consisted of making our lives shit day in and day out. They get to go on and not have to relive the trauma. Hell, they didn’t even have to pay for what they did. And what about that is right?” Sam spun me around to face him, his eyes glaring into mine, “Why do they get to live when a part of me and him died back then?”

His cold stare left me speechless. “I-I –”

“And then… you go and date one of them?” Sam shook his head in disappointment. “Now that… that’s fucked up. Which is why you have to die too.”

“Wha? No, no. Sam, Colby, please!” I begged.

Colby grabbed my arm, both of them gripping onto me. “There’s no point in begging now. You chose your fate the moment you picked him over us!”

“Please don’t do this. Just let me go and I won’t tell anyone.” I pleaded, lying.

Sam cocked the gun. “Yeah, right. You have a good moral compass on you, I remember our philosophy class together.”

“Wait! Can I kill her?” Colby interrupted.

“What, no dude. I’m the one with the gun, let me do it.” Sam protested.

Colby frowned. “But that’s no fair, you killed more people than me.”

“No I didn’t. We killed the same amount. I made it even tonight.” Sam bickered.

“Yeah, well, if you kill her than it’s uneven.” Colby complained.

“Then you can kill Davis and that way it’s even.” Sam compromised.

Colby breathed. “Oh oka-”

I punched Colby right in the face, knocking him back into the wall. I kicked Sam hard in the dick. He groaned loudly, dropping to his knees. The gun flung away from him, next to Davis’ body. Colby’s hands were suddenly around my neck from behind, choking me. I fought against his hold, elbowing him hard in the chest. Sam recovered from my kick, jumping up and pushing me back into Colby’s hands. He held Colby’s knife up against my chest, ready to stab me.

A loud gunshot echoed off the walls of the dorm. I felt a sharp, agonizing pain in my side. My vision blurred from the pain and lack of oxygen, and suddenly all was dark. Quiet.

~~~

Y/N’s body dropped to the floor as Sam and Colby turned towards Davis, who somehow came loose from his binds.

The gun was in his hands, pointed at them.

“Holy fuck, you shot Y/N!” Colby boomed.

“No! No! Fuck! I meant to shoot you!” Davis stammered, pure shock coursing through him.

“Oh my god bro, you actually killed her?!” Sam laughed. “Wow… you made this so much easier for us.”

“Don’t you step any closer! I’ll fucking kill you too!” Davis turned towards Sam, his finger on the trigger.

“Gonna be hard to do that. There’s only one bullet in the chamber.” Sam stated.

Davis stared at the gun, trying to open it to see if Sam was telling the truth. Sam rushed up to him, stabbing him in the chest hard.

Sam blinked. “Just kidding.”

Davis’ body collapsed on the floor, and Sam bent down and stabbed him three more times, each with more fury than the next.

“Aw man… I thought I was gonna kill Davis.” Colby pouted.

“Shut up, Colby. Okay, we gotta make this look like we fought. Put your mask on him. I’ll take my cloak off and leave it next to him. Then we gotta make ourselves look… beaten.” Sam barked.

Colby nodded his head, taking his mask and placing it on Davis’ dead body. Sam tore his cloak off, leaving it next to Davis. The extra mask and cloak they discarded, leaving it in the room where Davis had been held captive. They made sure to clean up somewhat, wiping their fingerprints off of all weapons.

“Alright so… I think we should at least give each other a black eye. Maybe a couple slices too.” Sam dictated.

Colby agreed. “Okay, should I go-”

Sam punched Colby in the face, snorting after Colby winced and backed up.

“She already punched me bro! You didn’t have to do that!” Colby whined.

“Sorry. Go ahead, take it out on me.” Sam pulled his arms back, closing his eyes.

“Man, I don’t know. I’d hate to h-” Colby decked Sam across the face, his rings cutting up Sam’s bottom lip.

Sam winced. “Fuck! Okay! Shit. Alright, I’ll slice at you once, and you do the same.”

“Okay…” Colby mumbled.

Sam grabbed the knife, swiping at Colby’s abdomen.

“Ow! Fuck, that hurt.” Colby grimaced.

Sam rolled his eyes. “You’re such a baby.”

“Give me the knife. Tell me how it feels.” Colby yanked the knife out of his hand, jolting it into Sam’s side.

Sam grunted deeply, holding his wound. “Why don’t you cut a little deeper next time, Colby?”

“Sorry, are you okay?” Colby asked.

Sam pulled out his phone, “Yeah I’m fine. Alright, that’s enough. Time to call the police.”

“Dude…” Colby exhaled happily. “I can’t believe we’re getting away with this.”

“Justice is finally being served.” Sam grinned.

Sam called 911, giving an Oscar-worthy performance on the phone. He even shed real tears. The police were over in a flash. Sam and Colby limping down to the lobby of the empty dorm to meet them, for dramatic effect. They made sure to make themselves look exhausted from the crazy night they just endured. They told the police what happened – they saw the figure murder Sam’s girlfriend, one of the three that were killed tonight, and they followed him over to this building where they saw him dragging Y/N in. It was Davis, Y/N ex. He kidnapped her and killed her and tried to kill them as well. But they were able to fight him off and stab him.

They were escorted to the ambulance, a crowd of students lining up outside the building as they were being checked out.

Sam and Colby smiled at one another as they were loaded into the ambulance, needing to be fully checked out at the hospital.

A loud yell rang out as Y/N’s body was brought down on a stretcher. EMT’s surrounded her as they pulled her into a different ambulance.

“WAIT! She’s got a pulse!”

#sam and colby #sam golbach #colby brock #sam and colby fic #sam and colby fanfic #sam and colby fanfiction #sam and colby angst #sam golbach fanfic #sam golbach fic #sam golbach fanfiction #sam golbach angst #colby brock fic #colby brock fanfic #colby brock fanfiction #colby brock angst #sam and colby x reader #golbrocklovely's 13 nights of halloween

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🔥 for whatever's been bugging you lately

🔥 For FE-related things, I think for sure one thing that’s been getting under my skin is the notion that Timerra is the least popular Engage royal because she’s “just not that interesting” and is one-note because honestly? I don’t really see it. She’s honestly probably my second favourite of them all. I think for some people, they have this misapprehension that her default state is just perky-happy all the time, which is… not that accurate, I would say.

For me, the big thing that stuck out to me about Timerra right off the bat when meeting her in game was that while she was charming and funny, she was also clearly clever and had her own sense of morality that was a bit different than what you would usually see in a leading Fire Emblem character.

The Solmic way of thinking really interests me, particularly in the way it manifests in Timerra. I think there’s a lot to be said about how the country has a sort of carefree approach, but when push comes to shove, they know how to knit themselves together to keep themselves safe. They’ll lend help to one of their own if they’re in a bind, as they’re still people and they care about the world around them… but they also know when to say when and when they need to look out for themselves. Their morality is very much about choosing when to care, and who they will care about. While Albert’s first instinct as prince of Firene was to run off to try and help other people and connect with others, Timerra and Seforia agreed that Solm’s resources would best be spent trying to deal with the problem themselves, and not worry about anyone else because… well, their hands were full already. They had to look out for their own first.

I think that says a lot about Timerra because it’s not a demonstration of a lack of kindness, but rather a dedication to her OWN people. They are her priority first and foremost. The fact that she, Seforia, and Fogado all knew about Sombron but made no indication, instead focusing on protecting themselves and being certain that they could get help from the Divine Dragon, says a lot. It speaks to the degree of thought that Timerra puts into the way she conducts her life, and how she may come across as a silly, cheery girl — but she’s actually much more clever and has a stronger sense of duty than anyone seems to give her credit for. Hell, she doesn’t even react in fear when Hortensia threatens to kill her mother.

I guess to some people that’s not terribly hypnotic, but I personally find it quite compelling that Timerra, as Solm’s princess, is able to strike that balance between being warm and caring, but also thinking with a focus most immediate to herself and her people and what they need. She’s not the type of girl who wouldn’t help a friend in need, but at the same time, she recognizes that politically it’s never that simple. She sticks to her guns, regardless of whether or not it’s comfortable — and she’s never particularly ashamed of the way she thinks, either. I think that creates a neat duality in her character, because yes she is kind and often wants to help, but won’t always do so if she thinks it will cause her and her people an undue amount of trouble. It sounds relatively minor to some I think, but we so often see characters who try to help even at the expense of themselves, so it was refreshing for Timerra to still be a nice girl and know when to say when. Granted, that doesn’t mean she would have been right to decide not to help the others with Sombron, just that she would have had her own set of priorities that weren’t as easy to sway as some others. When it benefits the people of Solm to have the allyship, that’s when she’ll go forward with it.

Even outside of this, though, Timerra is still allowed complex feelings outside of the main storyline. Her support with Fogado is really charming for this, because she makes it clear that she loves her little brother, but she also feels a bit quietly resentful of him at times because of how often his escapades left her lonely. We as players know that Fogado has dedicated so much of his life to supporting Timerra in his eventual reign as queen, but at the same time, we get to see the effect that this distance had on Timerra, too… and realistically, I think Timerra is aware of how much effort Fogado is putting in to support her as queen, but she tries to express to him that she wants her little brother around, too. There’s not an animosity there, but she still has clear and concrete feelings about it, and is open to expressing them to Fogado. It shows a tendency to not shy away from difficult conversations, and to take the opportunity to handle things as they come up.

The more I play Timerra’s supports, the more I feel like just lots of new and interesting stuff comes up, which makes it a bit tiring to me that she’s so frequently dismissed as one-note. Yeah, a lot of her character IS about being cheerful, but there’s more there than what meets the eye. I think a lot of people have trouble understanding that with FE characters it’s about actively looking for things, rather than just having them fall in your lap. The cast will always be simply too big for everyone to get a big piece of the story, so if you want to know more about a character, you tend to have to make a more conscious effort to look.

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Being Best Friends w/ Alice Cullen🧸 | Twilight HC

Link to my Twilight masterlist

Being Best Friends w/ Alice Cullen would look like:

To starts, first of all, you two would be the most stylish people to walk the halls of Forks High School. I’m talking about serving looks. I ‘m talking setting trends. You both know how to take style to a whole other meaning.

Thrifting is a favorite hobby of yours. And sometimes you both find yourselves emotional whenever you come across something that was popular during the time period you grew up in, or your favorite decade to live in. “Oh my Gosh! I can’t believe I’m seeing this again! I remember when it first came out and I was first in line to get it.”

You more than likely met Alice shortly after you turned. Either the Cullens took you in, or you remained a nomad but continued to visit them a couple times a year.

Immediately you two were drawn to each other. Your personalities complimented each other and while you had a lot in common, you also had enough differences to feel like you weren’t the same person. Alice was definitely the more bubbly extroverted, while you were more reserved. Especially when it came to interacting with the humans in Forks.

Regardless of how you normally fed on blood, you would follow the rules Carlisle had in place during your visits.

You and Emmett get along really well, as with Rosalie. Jasper was a little hesitant—maybe because you threatened him if he ever hurt Alice, but eventually you two become great friends.

Esme loves when you visit because you’ll always help her whenever she decides to redecorate a new room in the house, or give input on whatever it is she’s designing.

Alice will take you to Port Angeles or Seattle to shop, even dragging Bella along against her will. You met Bella a handful of times, and each time you couldn’t help but laugh as Alice heaved her around like a doll to the shops while you tailed behind. “Alice, give the poor human a break.”

Halloween is the best time for you two. You love coming down so you guys can coordinate costumes. A lot of the times if you two watch a movie/show and love it then it will come up as an idea. For example, one year you two dressed up as Steve and Robin from season 3 of Stranger Things.

Oh and an honorable mention was when you forced Jasper to dress up as a ghost. Together you three did the popular ghost photo shoot trend. They turned out fabulous. (He also insisted he wear a cowboy hat with his.)

Whenever you two go hunting together there is always some sort of competition. It’s all in good fun though, until someone loses the bet. “There is no way in hell I’m scaling the Space Needle at three in the morning!” “Don’t be a sore loser, Y/n.”

To put it simple, you would give up your life for Alice. She is the equivalent of a platonic soulmate in your life. And you would do anything and everything, to make sure she had happiness in her life.

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Mixed Drinks and Smoke Rings 10: This Is Going To Hurt

Chapter Ten: This Is Going To Hurt

Do I wanna know, if this feeling flows both ways? Sad to see you go, was sort of hoping that you’d stay, Baby we both know, That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day, Do I wanna know, too busy being yours to fall, Sad to see you go, ever thought of calling darling? Do I wanna know? Do you want me crawling back to you?

Summary: New to town, you didn’t need a friend, you needed a dealer. Thankfully, a girl from your Narcotics Anonymous meetings knew just the guy.

Characters: Fezco (euphoria) x Non-descriptive Reader

Words: 4,111

Chapter Warnings: References to drug use, r word slur, threats of violence

Series Warnings: Addiction, sexual themes, cursing, abuse (various), smut, drug use, teenagers being fucking idiots. 18+ only, minors DNI

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Fezco wasn't the type of person to sit and ponder over stuff. Shit happened, and he dealt with it as necessary, then he moved on.

But -- despite popular belief -- Fezco also wasn't an idiot. He had his strengths, like math, dealing, and even taking care of his Grandma and Ash. He was also aware of his weaknesses. He just didn't think he would group you in that category.

He wasn't sure when exactly it had started, either.

You were rude and stand-offish the first time you'd met, and he was fully aware that you were only interested in his supply. You weren't different from any of the other people he'd sold to that night, so when he ended up watching over your unconscious, dumbass self, he surprised even himself. But he excused it as doing a favor for Rue. And the only reason he didn't leave you at the party was that he wasn't an asshole.

The situation with Mouse... Well, that was self-explanatory. The guy was a creep, absolute waste of space as a human, and he knew exactly what he had planned with you if nobody could pay for the Fentanyl. Hell, the fact he let Fez pay for it was a miracle in itself. Not that Fez -- or Ash, for that matter -- would've let Mouse go that far. He had guns for a reason.

But over the past few weeks, Fezco saw more than one side of you. More than -- regardless of your protests -- a drug-addicted teenager who lived with an abusive alcoholic father. You were quick-witted and sharp-tongued, sure. But the longer Fez spent with you, the more he saw a softer side of you. The side that helped his brother clean up just so he could enjoy a carnival, baiting him into playing the games and winning himself a silly bear that still occupied the bottom of his bed.

He'd seen the side of you that stayed behind until he'd shut up shop, sweeping the floor just so he could get home a little sooner, even though he'd told you that you could go a few hours previous.

No matter how hard you tried to keep to yourself and not let anyone in, Fez had somehow begun to peel back your layers and see the soft surface underneath the hard exterior. And he liked what he saw.

Grumbling, you pushed your face further into the pillow, trying to block out the sunlight that was peaking through the blinds.

Realizing your efforts were futile, you sighed and pushed yourself up, sitting on the soft bed as you peered around the room with sleepy eyes.

The other side of the bed was empty and cold, so you knew Fez hadn't been there for a little while, and whilst you were tempted to go find him, a part of you almost felt scared.

Last night had most likely changed things between the two of you, and whether for the better or not, you were still unsure.

Relationships were complicated at the best of times, and the last thing you needed was to fuck up the only real friend you had in this shitty little town.

Deciding that you couldn't hide all day in the man's bed, you pushed yourself up and quietly shuffled down the hallway.

Ash was already sitting at the table eating his breakfast, your arrival causing him to do a double-take, spoon stopping halfway to his mouth and causing the milk to slosh off a little.

His eyes dart to your -- or rather, Fez's -- attire, before looking over to his brother, then back to you with a cocked brow. Sure, you'd stayed before a handful of times, but never like this. As you picked at the hem of the pajama shirt, your nerves only made him more suspicious,

"Didn't know you stayed the night."

His comment draws Fez's attention, causing him to exit the kitchen and send you a nod, "I got some coffee on, you want one?"

Ready to do almost anything to get away from Ashtray's curious stare, you sent him a nod and followed him into the kitchen.

He poured the dark liquid into two mismatched mugs, handing one over to you before lifting himself up onto the counter, sitting as he sipped at the hot drink as if he had no care in the world. It wasn't until his eyes met yours that you could see the doubt that had nestled its way into his mind.

"You got much to do today?"

Gulping down the mouthful of coffee, you shrugged your shoulders, "Just homework. Gotta see my dad too..."

Fez nodded, but you could tell he was still a little uncomfortable about your father. You couldn't help but feel your hackles rise, the fierce loyalty you had for your father wasn't going to be swayed just because Fez met him once at his worst. Before you could berate his obvious discomfort, he spoke up,

"You need a ride?"

You'd barely been able to concentrate on your schoolwork, eyes peaking towards your phone every few minutes waiting for a text from Fez. Not that you'd admit it to anyone. You hadn’t been that girl for a long time. But it felt odd considering you were both in almost constant communication one way or another.

Fez liked phone calls, something you abhorred, much preferring to text. But there was something weirdly soothing about hearing his monotonal voice through your phone that pushed you to put up with it, enjoy it, even.

Yet there were no calls. No texts. You weren't overly surprised; he was most likely busy at the store, but you were worried things would be weird between you both. Breakfast had been moderately uncomfortable -- you weren't sure if that was because of the strange tension that had settled between yourself and Fez, or because of Ash's constant glances, as if he was trying to work something out -- and you really didn't want a repeat of it whenever you worked a shift.

Plus, he was still your dealer, and the last thing you needed was for him to refuse to sell to you, forcing you to seek out your old dealer once more.

You promised yourself you wouldn't go back, not again. Even if Fez didn't sell coke, you would have to make do without it. You were constantly defending yourself about not being an addict, so maybe this way you could -- albeit, secretly -- prove it.

Checking your phone once more -- this time, for the time -- you huffed out a sigh and closed your textbook. Stretching as you stood, you decided to pull up your big girl panties and head to the store. You didn't know exactly how to broach the subject to him, but you knew you had to, for the tension that had settled like dust to be wiped away.

As you made your way through the house, you noted that your father still wasn't home, meaning he'd most likely made his way to a bar after working overtime. Making a mental note to return tonight as quietly as a mouse, you grabbed a jacket and made your way to see Fez.

Any ounce of bravado you'd mustered on the walk to the store had all but abandoned your body once you stood in the parking lot.

You could feel your pulse in your throat, and your hands felt clammy as if you'd just shoved them into a pre-heated oven.

A part of you -- the scared part -- wanted to turn right back around and make a dash for your home. It was the fear of change, a fear that you had fucked up everything between yourself and the one person you'd actually formed some sort of real friendship with in this town.

But maybe, and much more likely, Fez would just tell you to forget it, and act as if nothing had happened. That was the safe option, and if it meant keeping him in your life, you'd do it.

You weren't even sure if you liked him like that, anyway. It was just a kiss, right? Friends kissed, you were sure of it.

Either way, you'd never know if you continued to stand around in the parking lot all evening, so shaking your head in an attempt to clear it, you made your way towards the store, one step at a time.

"Wondered if you were actually gonna come in or not." He spoke, bending down to refill some stock, "Saw you outside, standin' 'round for a while. Looked like you was thinkin' real deep, so I didn't wanna intrude."

You watched as his back muscles flexed slightly under his shirt, arms covered by a long-sleeved jumper as he stood to his full height, placing a couple of cans inside the fridge.

Watching him for just a moment, you wondered if Fez would ever leave the family business and make an honest living instead. Even just running the store. But you supposed not. Habits were hard to break, especially when you were good at them.

"You alright?"

Blinking a few times, your eyes widened once you realized he'd caught you staring at him before plastering a smile on your face, "Oh yeah, I'm fine. Sorry."

Your cheeks felt warm as your eyes darted around the store.

"You sure? You seem kinda... nervous."

Finally managing to make eye contact, you took a deep breath, ready to begin what would be a tirade. Ash, however, seemed to sense his brother's possible distress, poking his head from the freezer that led to the back.

"Ay, you got any money?"

Your mouth snapped shut, forehead creased with confusion as your mouth caught up with your brain, "Uh... Some, yeah. Why?"

"You wanna try out these new Alpha-Methyltryptamines?"

Maybe Ash had actually sensed your distress, coming to rescue you like a damsel in distress. If you got you a couple of pills out of it, you'd happily play the part.

"We actually a little busy right now, bro. Maybe later."

Ash turned to his brother, a pinched expression on his face, "And we gotta shift a shit-ton of these if-"

"-Later."

The two boys watched each other for a moment, another one of their silent conversations going on before Ash let out an exaggerated sigh. Sending his brother a swift nod, he made his way back to his office.

"I can take some of those off your hands if-"

Fezco led you by the arm towards the till, ignoring your offer. He offered you his usual seat before standing in front of you; close enough to appear intimate, but far enough away that he wasn't boxing you in.

"You been actin' weird all day."

It was a statement, but his shuffling feet and downcast eyes made it sound much more like a question.

"You haven't seen me for the majority of it." You shrugged, shrugging as you attempted to send him a smile that looked anything other than sad.

His eyes met yours, and for the first time, it felt like you knew what he was thinking.

Exactly.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you avoided his eyes as you collected your thoughts, "About last night-"

Fez remained silent, waiting for you to continue, the nerves in his body settling in his stomach.

Exhaling, you glanced towards the store's ceiling, "I'm uh, I'm just sorry. You know? I feel like I crossed a line."

This time, it was Fez's turn to shrug, "I wasn't exactly complainin'."

"We're friends, Fez. Friends don't kiss."

It was a weak excuse. The exact opposite of what you had been telling yourself all morning.

"Maybe some do."

Those three words were simple enough, but as your eyes met his, you both understood the weight they held. If you two were to continue whatever it was you were doing, you had a lot at risk.

Your friendship, for one. Someone always got feelings and ended up hurt. And as much as you didn't want that to be yourself, you also desperately hoped it wouldn't be Fez, either.

As his hands landed on your thighs, he stepped closer, standing between your legs as he gazed at you, lashes fluttering against his cheekbone.

He was now standing so close, you could hear him breathe, his mouth only inches away from your own.

"It seems like a really, really bad idea..." You trailed off, voice barely above a whisper as you watched his lips.

"Tell me to stop, and it ends right here. It's all good and we go back to being friends who don't kiss."

Well, that sounded exponentially worse.

Feeling his exhale on your cheek, your eyes closed for a long moment, "Do you kiss all of your friends?"

Fez's hand moved from your thigh, caressing your jaw, "Not a single one, Ma."

Good answer, Fezco.

Before you could tell him -- or rather, show him so -- the rumbling engine of a car distracted him, and although he stayed close to you, his head turned to look through the open doors where Nate Jacob's truck came to a stop.

He moved away, resting against the fridge behind him, and you could hear Maddy's request for her boyfriend.

"She your friend?" He asked quietly, eyes darting towards Maddy, noticing the girl looking your way, sending you a strained smile.

Shrugging a shoulder, you mumbled, "I guess."

Fez watched in the convex mirror as Nate wandered around the store, making his way towards the fridges in search of their drinks before nodding his head in Maddy's direction,

"You should go speak to her."

Your own eyes spotted Nate in the reflection, and Fez couldn't help but notice how your body stiffened, "I'm not sure that's a good idea-"

"This won't take a minute. Go."

It wasn't a request.

You wanted to ask him what was wrong, what his problem with Nate was, but Fez wasn't in the mood for talking. This was a side of him you had yet to see. This was the side of him that handled business.

So instead, you sent him a curt nod, eyes finding Nate's as he turned the corner before quickly scurrying over to his truck where Maddy was sitting in the passenger's seat.

"Long time no speak." You sent her a timid smile, unsure of what her reaction would be. She'd avoided you just as much as you had her. You just didn't know why.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. Everything's just been a lot, you know?"

Nodding, you chewed at your bottom lip, "Yeah, it's cool. I get it. Life and shit, right?"

Maddy smiled at her genuinely, "Yeah. Life and shit."

You two weren't exactly friends, but you genuinely felt like maybe you could be, if only she ditched the cunt she called a boyfriend.

"You going to the party next weekend?" She asked, a hopeful glint in her eye.

"Uh, I mean... I don't even know whose party it is." You shrugged.

A small laugh escaped her as her smile only widened, "Neither do I, but I'm still going. See you there, maybe?"

"Yeah... Maybe."

"What, are you in a relationship?" Nate questioned, leaning against the fridge.

"Nah, bruh, that's like... My family."

Nate watched as Fez's eyes turned towards him, seemingly unbothered. But he saw them flash towards you briefly, and he couldn't help but smirk.

"I didn't mean Rue."

Fez watched him silently as Nate's own eyes turned towards you as you spoke to Maddy.

"Look, man. All I'm saying is, leave her and her friends alone."

"Is that a threat?"

Fez shook his head a little, "Nah, I'm just tellin' you."

"Or what?" Nate fucking loved to push people.

"We're not gonna be havin' this conversation."

Nate turned once more, watching as both you and Maddy looked their way, eyebrows furrowed before resuming your conversation. Moving closer to him, Nate sighed,

"Fezco, let's get this straight. You're like, half a retard. You dropped out of school at 20, and now... You're a gangster? What are you like... fucking Tony Montana? What's the plan? You gonna be living in a mansion, fuckin' pet tigers and shit? You think she's gonna be there?"

Sending him a sardonic smirk, Nate continued, "You know, girls like her, Fez... They don't hang around guys like you for the company. You have something she wants, and I mean sure, you could probably use that to your advantage, I'm sure she'd fuck you for a couple of pills, but... That's all it'll ever be, supply and demand. A business transaction. Shit, she got what she could from my brother on Halloween and he hasn't heard from her since so... Go fuck yourself."

Although his face remained stoic, Fez struggled to swallow the lump in his throat. He was glad he hadn't followed Rue's advice and taken a gun, knowing that by now he would've pistol-whipped the cunt.

Fez licked his lips, anger bubbling very close to the surface, "Listen, bruh. All I'm sayin', you keep fuckin' with Rue and her friends, and I'mma kill you." Turning towards the till, he rang Nate up, "It's gonna be $5.75, playboy."

Nate stormed past you without even a glance, giving you only a moment to step back before he took off out of the parking lot.

You returned to Fez's side, eying him suspiciously, "Everything good with you two?"

Fez nodded, "Yeah, everythin's fine, Ma. Ain't nothin' to worry 'bout."

You nodded and sent him a reassuring smile, even though you didn't believe him. He clearly had some sort of issue with the boy -- quite a few people did -- but it was obvious he wasn't going to tell you any time soon. So instead, you raised a hand, cupping the back of his neck as you pulled him closer, placing a soft, unexpected kiss on his lips.

He wanted to ask you about what Nate had said. He doubted that you were only around him for his drug supply, it wasn't like you bought something every time you saw him, and you'd hung out totally sober on Halloween.

She got what she could from my brother on Halloween...

The thought irked him, and he tried to reassure himself that Nate was just trying to take a shot at him, hit him where it hurts. They both knew you and his brother had been in each other's presence before, that wasn't news to Fez. You'd told him you went home and slept, and he trusted you. He had no reason not to, right?

That's what he told himself as he returned the kiss.

But he was taught a long time ago, that you should never trust an addict.

Fez and Ash shut up shop pretty quickly after, driving all 3 of you back to their place. He had the radio on low, quiet enough that if you chose to speak, he could hear you from the backseat, but loud enough to hopefully deter any conversation. Spotting the small smile you sent him in the rear-view mirror, Fez couldn't help but smile back.

Fuck Nate Jacobs.

After arriving at the boy's home, you shoved your phone into the back pocket of your jeans before making your way to the couch, Fez locking up before following you. Ash was focused on locking away their stash and more than happy to try and avoid whatever-the-fuck was going on between you both.

"You want a drink or somethin'?" He asked, stripping off his jumper, leaving him in a short-sleeved top instead.

Shaking your head, Fez sat back down, this time a little closer to you. He flicked through the channels for a while, finally settling on something that managed to hold his attention.

Resting your head on his shoulder, you felt yourself drifting off to sleep, only to be alerted to Ash's shout for Fez.

You exchanged a look before he made his way quickly to his brother's room, a loud "fuck" being heard before the two seemingly began rushing around. Calling for you, you quickly saw what all of the fuss was about.

"Grab some of these, we need'a flush 'em," Fez said, ripping off the tops of the bottles before pouring them into the toilet. You remained standing for just a second, eyes wide as you watched the ridiculous amount of drugs they had stashed, all being flushed away.

It pulled at your heart in some sick way, making your mouth dry and your hands shaky. But hearing Fez's desperate voice, you shook your head, attempting to snap out of it before kneeling next to him and helping.

"What the fuck's happened?"

Before he could reply, a loud bang could be heard from the front door, "East Highland PD. Open up!"

Your motions stopped for a moment as Ash ran back into the room, a bag full of loose pills, joining you both on your knees as he dumped their contents into the bowl.

"Goddamn it!"

Your hands felt slippery as they continued to undo lid after lid, throwing the pills into the toilet as Fez flushed them away. Your heart was beating out of your chest, and you could only imagine how the two boys felt.

Once most of the pills were disposed of, you grabbed the now empty bag Ash had run in with, and began collecting the empty bottles, ready to hide them.

Bending down, you felt your phone fall out of your back pocket, hitting the floor by Fez's legs. Turning quickly, you'd noticed the little baggy with a few bumps of cocaine left had also fallen out.

You halted any actions as your eyes met Fez's, the boy also noticing the bag. You heard Ash swear under his breath, before the boy grabbed it, opening it up and dumping the contents into the toilet, flushing it away with the last of the pills. He quickly grabbed the bag full of empty bottles from you, rushing off to his room to hide it.

"You fuckin' kiddin' me?" He asked, his lip curling.

Impersonating a fish, you opened and closed your mouth a few times, fumbling for an excuse. But Fez just shook his head before standing and looking down at you with cold eyes.

"The fuck you get it from?" Before you could speak, he'd already cut you off, "You know what? I don't got time for your bullshit."

His face remained as stoic as ever as Fez passed you, making his way towards the door, "Alright, alright, calm down. We was sleepin'."

The police thankfully didn't stay long after being unable to find anything bar Marie’s prescription medication.

"-And do you reside here, too?" The officer asked, looking up towards you.

"Uh, no. We're friends."

The officer nodded, placing his hands on his knees before pushing himself to stand, "You need a ride home?"

This time, when Fez opened his mouth, you cut him off, "Actually yeah, sure. That would be great."

Your legs felt wobbly as you walked out of the front door, adrenaline still pulsing through your veins as you turned back to look at Fez who was already watching you, his brows drawn together.

Looking up the path to your house after closing the car door, you saw the house in darkness, the only light coming from the television in your living room. A twitch of the curtain told you your father was still awake, and fully aware you were dropped home by the police.

As you entered the house, you saw your father spread across the sofa, beer in hand, switching through the TV channels. Noting the lack of alcohol bottles surrounding him, you hoped it was safe to approach.

"What was that about?"

His voice made you flinch, but you didn't hear any slurring, presuming he was sober.

"They saw me walking, said I shouldn't be out late." You remained behind the sofa, wringing your hands together, "I'm gonna head up to bed. Goodnight."

He raised his beer towards you, but didn't bother to reply, leaving you to sprint as quietly as possible up to your room.

Rolling over onto your back, you let out a deep sigh. You'd been tossing and turning for what felt like hours, the earlier events running through your mind on a loop.

You really wished you had something, anything to help you fall asleep. To forget. You really weren't fussed.

Your phone vibrated on the bedside table, and you glared at it for a moment, hoping Rue wasn't still in her manic episode. Instead, it was the only other name you didn't want to see right now.

fez: open ur window

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Character summary for Vanté because dear god am I bored.

Okay so!! (Prince 👀) Vanté Ramirez, son of King [____________] and Queen [________]. About what, 6 siblings? 11 daughters, and 1 (yes 1) son. About… 38 centuries since manifestation into the Overworld from the Underworld so we’re just gonna say he’s about that old, more on that later.

In his base form, he’s about 6’4-ish, kinda wavy and considerably short blonde hair paired with curtain bangs (an extremely recent addition mind you), pale skin because mans hardly goes out in the sun (also he’s Irish and i’m sorry but y’all are pale as all Hell and you know it), not built a lot but not exactly “thin” either, deep-set eyes (they change white sometimes more on that later), never seen without lipstick and dark eyeliner.

Vanté is an alcoholic, due to recent relationship events where due to the death of his s/o (as if this hasn’t happened multiple times before in his long af love life) he started drinking his problems away and eventually found he couldn’t go without drinking almost every night, which led to a drunk driving car crash incident.

Vanté is an Void Demon, highly dangerous on the 1-10 scale, only one of his kind to walk the Overworld and is still a present factor to this day, blah blah blah. He has various abilities, which include but probably are not limited too;

-He can see without needing to use his eyes. He can switch this on and off as simply as you can flick on and off a light switch. Very convenient.

-Can summon things or alter the world around him within a certain (yet to be confirmed) radius. Vanté has the ability sometimes referred to as “Reality Bending”, where he can bring things into being that weren’t previously there or generally don’t exist yet (he refrains from doing this so it doesn’t “mess with the timeline”). He also can alter the world around him, such as removing doors or windows, turning up or down lights, making living plants dead and then living again, that sort of thing.

-He can hypnotise people just by looking them in the eyes. No, this does not mean you cannot make eye contact with him at all. Much like his other sight related power, he can turn this off and on. The way you know it’s happening is his eyes will turn a white sort of colour, just a shade darker than the sclera. He can then put forward his thoughts and/or demands through telepathy.

-He can possess people (shock horror) in order to gain energy. Interitus’s are highly reliant on having a high enough amount of energy in order to continue existing. This ensures their “Perfect Immortality” (more on that next). Without this energy they would just.. stop existing. They will just fade from existence.

-Perfect Immortality. Interitus Demons possess what is known as Perfect Immortality-…well, heh, relatively perfect. Regardless, everything has it’s flaws. Interitus’s are a tad bit more susceptible to injury than the regular human or humanoid, along with a bit of a lower pain tolerance than on average. If you poke him, it will hurt. Do not.

There is other abilities but they sort of just tie into the others so I don’t really need to document them, if you so wish I might make a complete list of his abilities at some point.

Okay so basically lore time: Vanté was sent up to the Overworld as an experiment as to how demons would feel in the drastically different environment, and whether it was safe or not. Problem was, not only did he entirely forget his life before manifestation aside from what he was sent to the Overworld for, they also were unable to bring him back due to the death of about half of The Guardians.

Vanté after just sort of like- living life for a little, learning vehicular engineering, skateboarding, some music stuff, started the now very popular rock band R.A.G.E, blah blah, he was discovered and captured by an STS Laboratories dispatch team under the order of Researcher Helix Vellen (who had been given the order by the Specialists of course). He was kept there as the very first (or was he 👀) test subject at STS for about what, 15 centuries? before his imminent breach.

After this breach he went on a 10 century “Rampage Phase”, where he killed about 100 million beings, mainly humans. I’m not gonna go into too much detail about that because I do not want to get in trouble or anything but lets just say there was a lot of vore in there, if not a lot of use of weapons like saws and branding irons and whatnot, just wacky weapons he just had laying around.

During this time he was also titled “God of Justice” by the newly created Pyrathos religion; they believed his killings were for the sake of good leading into a new era of justice. They made sacrifices to him and worshipped him and he took this to his advantage…

Until his rampage phase stopped. Now, whenever someone approaches him and even so much as mentions it, he might throw up. Now he lives a pretty good life, with the band and his kids and whatnot, but that period of cold blooded slaughter still nags at him like a bitch.

Well, what about his pre-manifestation life? In the Underworld? Essentially, Vanté was a big part of the royal family and, before his unfortunate “disappearance”, he was meant to be the heir to the throne (the plan was to coronate him once he got back from his little mission). He was never allowed to leave the castle unlike his siblings and was required to go to “etiquette school” twice a week, since his parents believed he needed to learn to be more polite if he was going to take up the throne.

Where his siblings got to go out and play or go to the market and things like that, Vanté was allowed no further than the castle walls, but however had free reign of the castle most days. Very academically invested, he was mainly found studying in his room or just passing time in the library.

Not really much happened during that time save that one time he ate an angel visiting for democratic reasons of course but that’s someone else’s story and that’s not what we’re here for.

Essentially, that’s pretty much it for Vanté’s main canon lore. As much as I could go much more in depth, I am very tired. More and more is being altered or added on to his lore through the weeks so this may need updating at some point given if i can find it.

#vanté ramirez #oc #lore #character summary #character reference #honestly this took much longer than it should have #still pissed about that glitch but it’s whatever

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u prolly don’t remember bcs that “tea” wasn’t popular in North America. It was a whole situation over here bestie, she treated Paraguayans like shit when she came. I can understand not really feeling interaction and stuff cause fame can get tiring and everything, but the way she reacted by liking those racist tweets and the awful comments about South America being a shithole,,, yeah it’s not it

it was such a big deal over here it never occurred to me gringos weren’t aware

i think what happened is that ... our tabloids focused more on the whole "i'm quitting" tweet she made, rather than the cause behind it? because i was aware of that art of it... but not any of the reasons behind it. it's interesting, isn't it? how the truth got a little... swept over as the news spread LOL.

but i digress, and i agree. if you haven't seen it already, you can check the post before this one for more of my thoughts; hopefully, this manages to cover the rest.

i think, no matter what side someone takes... it's also totally okay to dislike celebrities for all the bad things they done. clearly, doja's fame hasn't been too affected by the situation no matter how hard it is on her personally... so in that sense, it's not like there's much to complain about on our end no matter how u feel.

and i guess that's where things end. or start getting blurry... since we'll truly never be able to know... what the hell doja was thinking as it was all going on. it's unfortunate, and people are going to forgive her regardless...

... but as my mom always says, her punishment is just being HER.

#let fame torture her #thats mean asf but im slightly kidding #just wanna be reassuring to u as well #it sucks bc i also think... theres not that many tours that reach south america #so it was a big deal in that way #esp since even mgk realized it LOOOL #anyway #skdjfasdkjkfajd hopefully this makes sense #ask #anon #caitie chats #doja convo tw

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The magic of 3rd Life, or why such a simple hardcore miniseries works as well as it does

For a series which only lasted for eight sessions, 3rd Life has had a profound impact on the MCYT fandom. While it did go comparatively unnoticed on Twitter (as is consistent with YouTube-based Minecraft content as a whole, admittedly), Tumblr and other platforms have fallen in love with this series, and it’s become a vector for many fans to familiarise themselves with Hermitcraft and Empires SMP as well. But at its core, 3rd Life is a simple vanilla survival series with a gimmick. What about it resonates so much with so many people?

I would argue that its simplicity, its small cast, its vanilla gameplay “with a twist” is certainly part of it. It’s an easy series to consume, with many POVs totalling four hours or less, and it doesn’t require any prior knowledge of any of the members. Its mechanics are easy to understand. As a standalone, it functions perfectly – it’s immersive and can be followed easily by anyone, regardless of any prior knowledge they may or may not have. However, these factors alone don’t quite encompass what makes 3rd Life so special. Its true charm point lies in the format of the series, and how well it utilises improv.

[more below the cut; this is a fairly long post about 3rd/Last Life meta and my love of its improv. I'm mostly talking about 3rd Life here as it's a completed series, but this most definitely does apply to Last Life as well]

3rd Life is an entirely improv-based series. Whilst members may have a brief concept of the direction they’d like to take their series in – how heavily they want to roleplay, for example – the actual content of each session is fully improvised. Each episode is recorded in one three-hour block, and members are not allowed to play on the server outside of the allotted time other than specifically to finish builds. This time constraint prevents any planning from going into each episode, and interactions between players are completely spontaneous. Players simply run around the map looking for others to interact with (which is significantly easier with the limited world border) and chat about various events on the server, form alliances or deals, etc.

By definition, this almost completely negates the possibility of bad writing. Each player’s reaction to any server event is spontaneous, a legitimate reaction; they aren’t trying to play any specific roles or shoehorn in any specific events (with the exception of the Red King/Hand of the King roles, who were still completely improvising). Even the finale – a distinctly heart-wrenching and tragic scene – was improvised without Grian or Scar attempting to tell any specific story. According to Martyn, they weren’t roleplaying, they didn’t have any aims with that scene. It just happened to turn out in the way that it did, and they were legitimately sorry to one another. The server progressed in this natural way, and every person’s perspective tells a completely different story. It’s hard to identify any specific heroes or villains – fans of the Dream SMP can surely relate to this feeling, but I would argue that 3rd Life takes this one step further. 3rd Life is a tragedy from all perspectives, a tragedy which tells one cohesive story in its entirety before stopping as abruptly as it began.

3rd Life hinges entirely on its interactions between its members. Whilst solo content does exist – base building, for example – the majority of each session is spent interacting with others. 3rd Life is carried by its dialogue; nothing else drives the story, and yet many episodes are between 30 minutes and an hour long. It’s that dialogue-heavy. Members of the server have expressed trouble with even editing their videos because there is so much key dialogue that they don’t want to cut. People don’t watch 3rd Life for the actual gameplay, at all – there’s so little of it! They watch it for how each member interacts with the people around them. This is something not found in any other SMP I’ve encountered. SMPs livestreamed on Twitch have plenty of downtime, and people will happily watch streams on that SMP no matter what’s occurring on the server; people often watch them for their interest in specific members. Other currently popular YouTube SMPs, namely Hermitcraft and Empires, are well-balanced between solo content and interactions, and all server content hinges on the members’ various skills like building and redstone. 3rd Life is, to my knowledge, the only SMP which does not rely on building or redstone skills (what’s the point, when they’ll be dead the next week?), it doesn’t rely on the creator doing solo work talking to their chat, it doesn’t rely on planned roleplay. People legitimately just want to hear various members talking to each other. It’s a fascinatingly unique series in this regard. This dialogue-heavy aspect of 3rd Life ties back to my earlier point about 3rd Life feeling like a completely different series from all perspectives; with all of this dialogue being conveyed through proximity chat, so many events are entirely left out of other POVs, or presented in very different lights.

The pure improv format also helps significantly with worldbuilding, whilst also leaving plenty to the imagination. MCYT fandoms always require a significant amount of imagination to become invested in them, let alone make fan content of them, and 3rd Life is no exception to this. As discussed in this post, which was incidentally the inspiration for me to write this one, 3rdLife is full of lines which flesh out the series, which illustrate what happened better than can be shown in Minecraft. These lines are improvised on the spot, and are often complete throwaway lines in the creators’ eyes. In the fans’ eyes, they make 3rd Life feel alive, they provide plenty of material on which to base headcanons. Again, this isn’t necessarily unique to 3rd Life, it’s a common aspect of all Minecraft series, but I think this is where the rather angsty nature of 3rd Life comes into play. A dramatic survival game, entirely unscripted, with all events hinging entirely on your interpretation of them? It’s not hard to see why 3rd Life fans are so creative with character designs and fanfiction – hell, a lot of 3rd Life fics simply narrate canon in their own more dramatic light. Canon-compliant fics are significantly more common for 3rd Life than other fandoms I've encountered, because people hear these simple lines and want to dramatise them, put their own spins on them. I don't feel that this would be possible with any other series, not to the extent that 3rd Life fans do it. Other series' canon is either already dramatic, and so rehashing it can feel repetitive, or so lighthearted that people write AUs/new storylines. 3rd Life strikes a brand-new balance.

The development of its characters is also bolstered by improv. As no events on the server are pre-planned, members have to react completely spontaneously to anything that occurs. They don’t get time to think – only to react as though they genuinely were in that situation. As I said at the start, 3rd Life inherently lacks bad writing, because it’s not written. Ren, for instance, began 3rd Life as a kind and harmless person, with others often walking right over him. His reaction to his death by Grian and Scar’s trap spurs him to become the Red King; he raises an army and goes to war, and ends the series having taken countless lives, becoming hardened by war. He begins Last Life by isolating himself from others, seeming jaded and unwilling to form alliances, ready for another war to break out. Being improvised, it’s impossible to say how much of this was deliberate, or if Ren just started building his base without thinking about continuity from the previous season. This improv is what makes it feel so natural. It isn’t planned beforehand. This is Ren’s natural reaction to starting Last Life. It makes his character feel so much more real than it would if this was all scripted beforehand.

3rd Life is, overall, a testament to the power of improv. It manages to be compelling and dramatic without any acting feeling forced or wooden. Its characters’ arcs feel natural, because they are natural. Placing such a heavy emphasis on dialogue, with the gimmick of the server being a vehicle for interactions to happen rather than the sole appeal of the series, makes it truly feel as though we’re getting a glimpse into the characters’ lives, rather than watching a story which has been written beforehand. We get to watch everything unfold in real time. 3rd Life has a magic to it that, to my knowledge, no other SMP has been able to recreate.

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Stu Macher dating a goth girl would include~

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(Take this as an apology for what I’ve done lol)

- Stu having a crush on you wasn’t something you would have ever comprehended prior to him asking you out. Stu Macher: the semi-popular, human-equivalent of a golden retriever had only ever dated skinny white girls with blonde hair and the fashion sense of a spice girl and you are so far removed from that aesthetic that the concept of him lusting after you is as far fetched as you joining the cheer team.

- He was closer to being your bully than ever being your boyfriend so any attention you noticed him giving you was assumed to be him staring at you in shock; just like every other student at your school who was forced to acknowledge your abnormal and macabre appearance.

- It’s the reason your own crush on him is a guilty secret; regardless of when it develops. You’re supposed to be “above” people like him: the rich and preppy party boy who went against everything your own subculture was based upon. You’re supposed to fall in love with sensitive souls who hate laughing and who remind you more of a genderbent Mary Shelley than a Brad Pitt. Yet here you were, liking him.

- You didn’t care what your friends would think of you, you cared about what you thought of you and imagining yourself going out with a boy who hung around the same crowd that sneered at you during lunch and asked if you marked your calendar wrong and landed in October was not an ideal situation.

- So you suppressed any feelings you had for him and occupied yourself with ignoring the way catching his eyes on you made you feel.

- What you didn’t know was that Stu had been lusting after you from afar for even longer; and even more often, than you’d consciously been aware of. He thought you were gorgeous and every little thing you did made him love you even more.

- The way you smiled or stuck your tongue out at your friends, the dark makeup that accentuated your eyes, the quirking of your sharp brow, the way you secretly patted some more powder on your face during class on a hot day, the way you sat in corsets or the way you crouched awkwardly because of the stiffness of your heavy boots; the list could go on.

- He was enamored with you and couldn’t care less about what anyone else thought, leading to him approaching you in the halls; hoping to ask you out or at least get to know you. …It didn’t go too well....

- It wasn’t you who wound up souring the interaction, you were perfectly polite; albeit awkward. Instead, it was one of the preppy guys who would usually taunt you; a guy who Stu was acquainted with though not in a way that anyone would consider close.

- Said guy had interrupted the blonde before he could really start to talk to you and had asked him what he was doing, making some joke about you while Stu sat there confused; trying to understand exactly what was happening. While him and his friends laughed at his; frankly, unoriginal joke, Stu had asked him what his problem was “man”; laughing in the tense way that people do when they don’t actually find something amusing but are trying not to be too hostile.

- Before you knew it, an argument had arose and much to your surprise, Stu had stood his ground and defended you; though not in a very ideal way.

- In the midst of his “so what” comments, he’d inadvertently called you or agreed to you being a “freak” and other things of that nature, so by the time the other guy had given an annoyed “whatever” and walked away, you weren’t exactly itching to continue your conversation; regardless of his arguably admirable actions.

- You’d also just been insulted for a good ten minutes so pardon you for just wanting to get the hell out of there.

- By the time he’d turned back to try and restart your conversation, you’d already closed your locker and walked away; leaving Stu in the dust as he called out a “hey wait up” and followed you down the halls.

- Because of his obnoxiously long legs, it didn’t take him long to catch up and soon he was tailing you while you tried your best to stay emotionless and inform him that you were “busy”. He jokingly asked if you “really didn’t have any spare time” and mentioned that he “did just do do all of that for you” before he found himself on the receiving end of a sarcastic “Oh sure, thank you so much. It’s nice to know what you really think of me.”.

- It took him a minute to understand what your “deal was” and he still wasn’t entirely sure if his assumptions were true but he followed after you anyway; all while trying to explain himself.

“Hey, hey, wait up, come on. Is this about the whole freak thing? Cause I didn’t even mean it like that. I just meant that like I didn’t care, you know? Like what does it matter, even if you are.” By this point he’s dodging people, trying to keep up with you as you try to shake him off.

“I mean like I don’t think you are. I think you’re cool. And if I did think you were a freak then I’d be a hypocrite because I like horror movies and-” He’s cut off by the sound of you snorting, a laugh escaping you against your will as you take in his somewhat ridiculous reasoning.

- Immediately, a smile graces his lips and the tension in his body eases up and while he’s distracted by your reaction, you manage to escape him for good. But, you do turn around and glance back at him; biting your lip as you ineffectively try your best to hide your smile....

- Though he may not look the part, Stu wholeheartedly has that Gomez Addams game and that is probably one of the main reasons that you fell in love with him. He worshipped you in the sweetest way possible and showed you that same loving devotion; with a gothic little twist, and before you knew it, you were head over heels in love.

- Horror movie dates.

- Being called thing like batty, Lydia, or Elvira; depending on the look you’re going for that day. His friends also tend to call you shit like that; especially Randy who has the movie knowledge to fuel his nicknames.

- He doesn’t look like he would and probably wouldn’t do so if it weren’t for you but he can genuinely vibe to some Marilyn Manson and/or The Cure; especially while you drive around in his car and makeout.

- He likes to get you appropriately gothic gifts: like different accessories and merch or black roses with babies breath.

- He kind of tokenizes you but in a frustratingly accurate and sort of endearing way: like yeah, his assumptions about your interests are technically stereotypes …but he’s also right?? Like you do enjoy that stuff so you can’t even be annoyed.

- Cool Piercings. Let’s makeout. Honestly though, Stu loves seeing all that metal and god help you if you have any “below the shirt” piercings.

- He is a whore for black velvet and leather and you cannot convince me otherwise.

- Tits in corset. Tits in corset. Tits in corset. How dare you taunt him like that. How dare you tempt him, you seductress. You know he’s a boob guy and yet here you are, spilling out of your shirt like a WHORE.

- You probably think that you look weird with your makeup off and your teased/strangely cut hair put up in a messy ponytail while you wear a plain black sweater and leggings to wind down after school/when you aren’t going anywhere, but he thinks that you’re adorable. You’re a huggable little version of yourself and he wants to pinch your normal colored cheeks.

- He genuinely enjoys helping you dye your hair: because we all know you aren’t getting that pitch black color done in a salon. You’re sticking your dumb ass head in your bathtub and he’s showering gallon after gallon of blackened water down your drain, and don’t you lie to me.

- He probably buys more black clothes to match you; because he’s sensitive and gives into nonexistent peer pressure, but he doesn’t fully convert his wardrobe so like 90% of the time, the two of you look like a sunflower and the cute little rock that sits on the ground next to it.

- He would honestly let you paint his nails black and would give zero fucks about anyone else’s opinion.

- Stu is normally a really jealous person and that’s only worsened by the fact that everyone; maybe even including yourself, thinks that the two of you are an oddball couple. He knows that he isn’t the type of guy that you would normally go for and he’s always torn on where he thinks he lies with you. Do you like him more or do you like guys who are goth like you more? Are you just tolerating him or do you actually love him just as much as you would someone who was more similar to you.

- Hey babe, did you hear about those ghost face murders? Shit’s pretty crazy, huh? The goth girls seem to think he’s pretty cool haha. I bet he’s like totally hot under the mask haha. What do you think??

- You probably made a joke about how the ghost face mask is hot; probably even before you knew that he was a part of the murders, and it took everything in him not to jump you. Haha babe you’re so funny. CanIputmytongueinyourmouth?

- The mask stays on during sex.

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*He cheats*

Drew gets caught up in the fame after obx 2 airs and his popularity shoots up. You’ve been his girlfriend for over two years since you met on set for obx season one but he gets lost in the fame , the money and the girls.

Cheating.

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past tense: cheated

act dishonestly or unfairly in order to gain an advantage, or to be sexually unfaithful.

Who would’ve thought you out of all people , would get cheated on.

You were nothing but honest and loyal. A supportive girlfriend since the very beginning. You weren’t clingy. You weren’t ugly. You wouldn’t say ‘perfect’, but you were nothing close to a bad girlfriend.

So why?

Why was the real question when you woke up this morning, your phone being blown up by friends and family after your boyfriend of 2 years went viral on Twitter-

For being spotted with another woman.

Drew had went out to celebrate in Serbia for the release of Season 2, but you unfortunately had to stay behind for work. It was no issue to you that Drew was partying so far away , because you thought you could trust him.

But seeing his tongue down some blonde girls throat was enough proof to show you that you couldn’t - not anymore.

You sat silently in your shared apartment with Drew back in LA, staring at your coffee cup Drew had gotten for you over Christmas. Tears falling gently down your face as you stared into space, your mind wondering.

A lot of the photos being shared showed Drew getting in a vehicle with the same woman. You had hoped and prayed it never went past a kids, but you were almost positive it went pass that.

He had tried calling you multiple times but you hadn’t bothered to answer, eventually turning the phone itself off . If Drew wanted to explain himself, he could say it in person, until then you had no interest in his excuses.

You sighed heavily before getting up, dressing yourself before making your way back to the same spot, only to begin crying again. It was so hard. You were honestly stuck. You figured the girl didn’t mean anything to him. He was probably out drinking and had a bunch of bimbos throwing themselves on him. But regardless he had you at home . He could’ve resisted if he wanted to .

~~~~

You had spent all day alone in the apartment , most of the time crying and ignoring your phone. It was hard, you wanted to talk to Drew and hear his reasons behind him cheating but you knew over text didn’t mean anything. You wanted to read his face and see if he truly felt sorry.

After a while You finally decided to turn your phone on, it immediately buzzing from the messages. Of course Drew’s name popped over 90% of the notifications. Instagram, Twitter, snapchat - he blew your phone up.

You watched as your phone lit up, Drew’s photo popping up on the screen. You hesitated for a second. He has gone all day without hearing a word from you so you figured one call would be fair.

“ what” you spat out. You already knew what was coming.

“ y/n princess I am so sorry okay I-I don’t know what happened I just-“

“ Drew save it” you argued, cutting him off mid sentence.

“ there’s nothing you can say that would make this situation any better. You cheated Drew. And you did it so public that I had to find out from Twitter !” At this point the tears were pouring once again, but this time from anger.

“ princess I know” he cried out over the phone. “ I fucked up so bad I don’t know what the hell came over me I am so-“

“ Drew I have nothing else to say to you” you interrupted before hanging the phone up. The moment the line disconnected, your head flew to your hands, immediate sobs falling from your mouth . It broke you hearing him. You wanted to stay on the phone and listen but you knew he was just going to say what he knew you wanted to hear and without seeing him you wouldn’t know for sure if he meant any of it.

~~~

The night was long, and lonely . You hadn’t really spoken to anyone . Too many questions that you just weren’t ready to answer. You wanted to speak to see but at this given moment it just wasn’t best . Your heart ached, wondering what was so wrong with you that he felt the need to seek attention from another girl.

You jumped quickly as you heard your front door open. You weren’t expecting anyone and Drew was in another country so it couldn’t be him.

You laid quickly in yours in Drew’s shared bedroom as you heard a set of keys being sat down on the counter. You stood up slowly , ready to attack until your bedroom door opened, Drew himself looking back at you. He looked restless, and his eyes red and puffy from crying .

“Drew?” You asked with surprise.

“ hi princess” he spoke softly, setting his suitcase down by the bedroom door.

“ I- I thought you were in Serbia “ you asked , your head lowering as you remembered what he had done in Serbia.

“ I’ve been on a plane this whole time “ he responded running his hair through his hair. “I knew apologizing over text didn’t mean anything and you deserve to at least hear it in person”.

You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“ it doesn’t matter Drew” you stated shaking your head, not making eye contact . “ you cheated” you said, your voice quivering as the lump formed in the back of your throat.

“ I know princess and I cannot express how sorry I am” he relooked reaching his hand out only for you to back away.

“ listen, I was drinking way too much and this girl was just all over me . I blacked out and next thing I knew I was waking up in her bed. This is the honest to God truth . “ he said, tears pooling over his blue eyes. “ it’s no excuse and I regret it completely . I shouldn’t have drank that much and I know I hurt you.”

“ Drew you didn’t just hurt me you humiliated me “ you cried out, your vision blurring from tears. “ everybody saw that you cheated on me Drew everyone!”

Drew sat down on the edge of your bed, his hands landing in his head as he began silently crying. You stood for a second . You hadn’t personally seen Drew cry like this over anything. Your demeanor softened as you realized he really regretted his actions. You sat down next to him, pulling one of his hands from his face.

“ princess I’m so scared I’m going to lose you” he said softly, tears continuously falling from his face.

“ Drew “ you sighed out, shaking your head slightly. “ you slept with someone- a stranger . You broke my trust a-and now I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to trust you to go out without wondering if you’re with someone else again” you spoke . And that was the truth too. If you took him back you were forever going to question what he was doing when you weren’t around, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to live like that.

“You took something so special and intimate between us and shared it w-with a stranger” . Drew sighed heavily, trying to hold himself together. It was breaking his heart what he did to you.

“ I can’t blame you if you don’t want to be with me anymore- but I just hope you know that from the bottom of my heart you mean the world to me and no woman would ever compare to you. And this will never happen again” he exclaimed, his large hands wrapping around yours .

You both sat in silence as you tried to figure out what you truly wanted .

“ I think I’m going to go see my family for a couple of days , just to clear my head and get a clear thought” you finally replied, breaking the silence. Drew wanted to argue, and beg you to stay but he knew at this point the only thing he could do was to give you your space and hope you choose to give him a second chance .

“I love you okay. No matter what you choose. I know I fucked up but I just want you to know that I’ll be here waiting if you decide to give me a second chance” he responded , standing up to face you . You nodded before walking towards your closet to grab a few things before making your way out the door.

~~~

It has been 3 days since you had left your shared apartment with Drew. He spent at least almost every hour telling you he loved you and how sorry for you. Most of the time you didn’t respond except for at night to tell him you still loved him. But the whole reason of you leaving was to clear your head and if you stayed in contact the whole time then you wouldn’t be able to clear your head.

Today , you were really missing him. You had a dream with him, and everything was back to normal and beautiful . You craved him. You wanted to feel his hands on your body, feeling the warmth as he Held you.

“ you okay sweetie?” Your mother asked as you sat silently at the kitchen table. You nodded, moving your fork around on your plate.

“ I’m going to go home today” you replied a few moments later .

“ what? Are you sure?” Your parents weren’t happy with Drew cheating. You couldn’t blame them of course, it was wrong and it was very publicized. They hated seeing you hurting. But they knew it was your decision to make and the only thing they could do I respect it.

“ yes mom. I took time away and I think I should give him a second chance” you replied.

“ honey I only want what’s best for you. And if going back means you’re happy then okay” she said before pulling you in for a hug.

“ let me know when you make it home safe honey I love you” . You quickly said your goodbyes before leaving , heading home. You hadn’t told Drew that you were coming back. Your mind was still going in circles on the whole situation, but you knew you just needed Drew at this given moment. You were craving his touch.

It felt like an hours worth of driving by the time you made it to the apartment . Your mind was running the whole time you honestly didn’t even know how you made it with how distracted you were .

You sighed heavily with nerves as you stood at the apartment door, anxious to see the person behind it. You walked in, the living room lights on and the bedroom door shut. You smiled faintly , just the smell of Drew made your heart flutter and the entire apartment smelt like him. it smelt like home.

“ Drew ?” You called out as you opened the bedroom door. You could hear the shower running from the bathroom so you figured he was in the shower. You walked around the bedroom, your heart aching. You didn’t want to lose all of this . You knew he made a mistake but the love you had for this boy and the life you had together was worth giving him a second chance .

You sat patiently on the edge of the bed until you heard the shower water cut off. You stood up quickly , the anticipation of Drew coming out of the bathroom causing your heart to race.

You heard the door knob turn , Drew coming out with only a brown towel on. You stared at him for a second, admiring the view since he hadn’t noticed you.

“ hey” you spoke softly , grabbing his attention.

“ woah” he responded jumping slightly . “ I-I’m sorry I didn’t see you standing there” he responded, fumbling slightly with the ring on his finger.

Your eyes darkened with lust as you stared at his wet body. Knowing what was behind the towel made you crave him even more. You walked over to him slowly until you stood right in front of him, his steaming body towering over you.

“ are you-“

“ shh” you interrupted before placing your lips on Drew. Drew’s hands immediately landed on your hips, pulling your body close against his, nothing but passion coming from the kiss. Drew walked you towards the bed , your back landing in the bed as Drew hovered over you.

The sound of heavy breathing and the sound of your kissing filled the air as Drew’s hands roamed your body, himself missing the feeling of you as well.

Drew’s lips trailed down to your neck, placing sloppy kisses against you. Your eyes stared up at the ceiling as your mind began to roam. It hit you .

He was just doing this same thing with another woman. You felt your eyes water as he kissed against your cleavage , your mind picturing Drew sleeping with another woman before you quickly pushed him, sitting up in the bed before looking away from Drew.

“ I can’t do this” you breathed out, tears flowing down your cheek.

“ was I going too fast?” Drew asked, completely oblivious.

“ no Drew” you said in anger as you stood up , your hands wiping away the tears.

“ oh my god” you yelled out with your back turned away from him. Drew lowered his head as he realized what was wrong.

“ I can’t even enjoy this because all I see is you with her” You cried out. Drew stood in silence unsure what to say. “ I came here because I thought giving you a second chance was the right chance but” you hesitated before finishing your sentence, turning around to face Drew. “ but if this is how I’m going to feel Everytime-“

“ wait” Drew responded stepping forward towards you. “ please don’t say what I think you’re about to say” he replied, his bottom lip trembling.

“ I can’t do this” you cried out.

“ princess please don’t leave me ok” Drew pleaded, his hands reaching out to grab yours.

“ we don’t ever have to have sex again I don’t care I just want you okay. I fucked up and I don’t care to spend every day for the rest of my life showing you how sorry I am, and how much you mean to me okay just please don’t leave me “ he cried. You quickly grabbing him by the arm, pulling him towards you into a tight hug.

Drew continued his pleading, constant apologies flowing out of his mouth as you held your arms around him tightly, feeling his body holding slightly as he cried out.

“ hey look at me” you replied grabbing his face, making him look down at you.

“ I love you okay, I’m not going anywhere. We’ll work through this okay?” You said softly Before placing your lips against his.

“ I love you so much y/n. I will never do anything like this again. You’re the only one I want “ he promised. You nodded before placing your head against his chest. You knew he was sincere, and you knew he wasn’t going to make this mistake again.

It was going to take time, but you wanted Drew, And you were willing to get through even the worst.

*****

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RE8 Ladies + S/o with chronic pain HCs

Type/cause of chronic pain is kept ambiguous, but some of the hcs might seem geared towards migraines, since that's the main thing that I personally struggle with (and these are very definitely comfort hcs). Features Alcina, Bela, Cassandra, Daniela, Donna, Mother Miranda, and as a 'lil bonus Ava. Not particularly long, but the combined length of every character is enough to be put under a read-more (About 2,500 words in total).

Alcina:

It’s difficult for her to know that you are suffering, but be unable to deal directly with the source of the problem. Chasing off unwanted nuisances or hunting down threats to the castle was one thing, trying to solve complicated medical issues was another thing entirely. If only she could tear your condition asunder without tearing you asunder.

That being said, she’ll still support you endlessly, however she can. It doesn’t matter how expensive or hard-to-access possible treatments are. If there’s something you haven’t tried, and are interested in trying, she’ll find a way for you to get it.

The biggest, and arguably most helpful, thing that she does is set up a space for you within her office. She spends quite a lot of time there for her family’s business, but doesn’t want to leave you alone on bad days. So this was her idea of a nice compromise.

There’s a very comfortable sofa that folds out, a cabinet filled with the softest blankets, and several pillows of a few different sizes. Servants are instructed not to interrupt Alcina’s work without good reason, but she has a couple who ensure your snack cabinet is always well stocked.

If there are certain environmental factors to your condition, such as sensitivity to light and sound, she does her best to reduce their effects. Lights remain dimmed (or she’ll rely on candlelight), her music will be kept quiet enough to be soothing, and she’ll refrain from taking any calls while you are with her.

Bela:

To think that Daniela once tried to claim that Bela would “never need to know any of that (medical) stuff”! Sure, there haven’t been many people who have needed (and received) treatment from her, but that didn’t mean the skill was useless. Admittedly, she doesn’t know enough to replace one of your doctors, or try to create her own version of a cure, though no one really expected that much from her.

Still, she knows enough to help soothe your pain. Obviously there are different techniques for different kinds of pain, and she does research before trying anything specific. Bela’s also aware that you’ve been dealing with this for far longer than she has, meaning that you probably wouldn’t be pleased if she came in, acted like an expert, or assumed that you hadn’t really thought about the most popular remedies. So she’s tactful with how she approaches things, always checking if you’re familiar with a subject before she tries to explain anything.

Bela ends up surprising you with a lesser-known skill of hers: Massage. Studying anatomy has given her a decent idea of the body’s more sensitive spots, and the rest she’s figured out through her own, ahem, experiences. Regardless of where you’re in pain, your girlfriend can help reduce your suffering. Okay, well, if your pain is more internal than external, it’s a bit harder for her, but she can still help you relax.

One of her favorite things to do after giving you a massage is to just pull you in close for some cuddling. Preferably you’ll be in her lap, with her arms around your waist, her chin tucked on top of your shoulder. Then she’ll do her best to whisper you praises, reminding you how strong you are, and that she’s incredibly proud of you.

Cassandra:

She’s, uh, not great at this. At least not at first. Maybe she’ll never be more than good at it, though. But she’s definitely trying! And learning! By Jove, that’s something, right?

First things first, she’s always ready to try to distract you, primarily through kisses and gentle touches. Fingers softly trailing over your skin, lips tickling your neck, featherlight in all the right places… It’s not inherently sexual (though it can quickly go that route if you ask), just intimate. It’s harder for your brain to process pain when you’re also processing pleasure, so there is some science behind Cassandra’s methods, even if she herself isn’t entirely aware of that.

While she’s not great with words, there are certain things that she manages to articulate well enough. For one, she makes sure you know that you aren’t a burden. Taking care of you- no, helping you take care of yourself- is a labor of love, if a labor at all. More than that, she knows full well that you probably don’t like feeling pitied, or coddled. That, over time, being sick ends up being beyond frustrating. She never wants you to feel like your condition defines you, or like it puts any strain on your relationship.

That said, she’ll avoid telling her family any specifics unless you do first, and ensures that the staff know how to accommodate you (without telling them why, because it’s none of their fucking business, and she’s their boss, and for fuck’s sake it’s their job to do what she tells them. Maybe she gets a lil bit overzealous with it). At no point will she ever complain about helping you, or otherwise indicate that your needs are “troublesome”.

At the end of the day, the best comfort she brings you is her presence, simply being near you, endlessly loyal, tireless in her affections. Especially considering she gets clingier the worse your symptoms get.

Daniela:

Hope you enjoy cuddling. Seriously. There’s nothing Daniela loves more than curling up with you, and that goes double for bad pain days. Some adjustments will be made position-wise if you need, but she’ll still hold you as close as possible, for as long as you need. Although she might eventually fall asleep (because damn are you comfy), she’ll play with your hair or run her fingers along your scalp until she eventually dozes off.

If you want a little more from her than light snoring, or if she feels like going above and beyond, or honestly just if she’s thinking about how much she loves you (so all the effing time), she’ll do something she’s always loved in movies/books: Reading to you! She’ll pick special books that neither of you have read before, so you can experience them together on your sick(er) days. Which does, of course, mean that it might take months to finish even a single one. Surprisingly, Daniela won’t even briefly consider reading any without you. Even if the plot is really good.

But, uh, if you wanted her to read to you on a day where you aren’t bedridden? Hell yes, my friend, she’s absolutely down for that!

On days where she’s too busy to spend hours upon hours in bed with you, or days where her ADHD is just particularly bad, she tries her best to leave you with a “substitute”. AKA a massive fucking teddy bear, in a reddish brown color, with a green bowtie. Custom ordered (The Duke did not dare tease her for it). There’s a heart stitched onto the stuffed animal’s chest, which features your first initial alongside a D for Daniela.

Additionally, she has a blanket she only brings out for you, which she periodically sprays with her favorite perfume. That way you can hold it close when she’s not around, as if you were cuddling her. For her sake, though, don’t hold the teddy bear or blanket too tightly when she is around. Homegirl here will get jealous of inanimate objects, even ones that she gave you.

Donna:

“I think I have a tea for this…” Damn right she has a tea for this. Donna has a massive garden, with dozens if not hundreds of different plants, including a variety of herbs/spices. At least one of them has to be a little helpful for you. Whether it relieves pain, helps you nap off some of your misery, or just distracts you by tasting bloody-well delicious! Besides, few things make you feel quite as loved as holding a cup of freshly brewed tea in your hands, knowing your lover made it just for you. Like a hug in a mug, it is!

Similarly to Alcina, Donna will also try to create a comfortable space for you, but isn’t likely to put it downstairs with her workshop. Instead she’ll let you take over one of the larger guest rooms, customizing it to suit your specific needs. There will be some easy to care for plants for decoration (ones that won’t mind potentially missing out on natural sunlight), a couple relaxing paintings, and a shelf near the bed with things to help you pass the time, mainly books.

Furthermore, she’ll do her best to keep you company as often as possible. She’s naturally a fairly quiet person, so you won’t have to worry about sound if that’s something you’re sensitive to. While she prefers using a sewing machine, she’ll do things by hand while you’re in pain, just to reduce the chances of you getting irritated by the sound.

Speaking of potentially irritating sounds… by god can Angie be difficult to be around when you’re ill. Thankfully, Donna is perfectly understanding of this, and, as the only person Angie ever listens to, makes sure to give the doll a stern talking to about your health. To your immense surprise, it actually works. You’re not exactly sure what was said, but Angie certainly becomes a lot more compensating afterwards. She’ll keep her antics to herself, and usually even on another side of the house from where you rest, but only for as long as you’re tucked away in your room. As soon as you set foot outside, her restraints are metaphorically removed. All hell breaks loose (as is her universe-given right as the physical embodiment of both Chaos and Entropy).

Mother Miranda:

If the two of you weren’t lovers, there’s a decent chance you would completely misinterpret her actions. She might come off as irritated, like she has bigger concerns than your health, you fragile little human. After all, she is a goddess (well, practically). But the truth is that she’s aching inside every time you have a bad pain day, knowing that (for once) she cannot cure your ailment. Maybe if she had infinite subjects with the same condition as you…

But, at the end of the day, that’s the problem. There’s only one of you. One of her beloved, her little human darling, so dangerously fragile in comparison to the scale she works on. Even with all the time in the world, which she most certainly has, she cannot cure you without taking incredible risks. With your life at stake… It is a gamble she refuses to take. You are hers, and while she hates to see you suffer, the truth is that she’ll always be selfish enough to let you endure on your own.

That doesn’t mean she doesn’t help, though, just that she doesn't do a full-out experiment on you. Instead, she keeps notes. She’ll track your activities, bedtimes/when you get up, dietary habits, when you have pain, what you do to treat said pain, how effective the treatments are, etc, etc. All of this can be very useful in establishing patterns (a skill she’s gotten very good at, in her many decades of being a scientist), which can in turn lead to less pain days.

(For example, many people with migraines find that certain foods seem to trigger a migraine, or at least increase the chances of getting one. Though admittedly they don’t always end up cutting the food out of their diet. I mean, come on, you want me to give up chocolate? You want me to drink normal milk, like an adult? Kidding, kidding, I don’t have any food triggers. Nor do I particularly enjoy chocolate milk, nor do I dislike it.)

Moving on! While her work seemingly takes precedence over your condition, Miranda is not heartless, and she does do some things to lend you more direct comfort. Specifically, she tries to work in the same room as you when she can, normally while making electronic copies of physical documents, or while looking over the details of a finished experiment. She’s not always one for cuddling, so she won’t often get in bed with you during the daytime. But at night? Yes, fine, she will wrap her arms around you, maybe one of her wings too if you like how soft they are.

Just don’t think that she secretly loves every second. It’s not like she’ll spend half an hour whispering about how sweet and adorable you are as soon as you fall asleep, or anything like that. It’s twenty minutes at the most.

Bonus!Avaskian Caldwell:

“Oh, fuckin’ mood!” Followed by a solid thirty seconds of pure regret. Seriously, though, Ava has spent xer entire life (starting at age 10) dealing with chronic migraines. For a while xe also dealt with POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome), which meant lots of chest pain, but that (thankfully) faded as xe grew into an adult, as is fairly common with the condition. If anyone in Castle Dimitrescu understands unrelenting, unexplainable pain, it’s xer.

That being said… Ava never really managed xer chronic pain, at least not when xe was at xer worst. Xe had to drop out of school because of it. Hell, xe didn’t have a “real” job until xe was almost 23! Didn’t have a chance until things just calmed down for xer. So xe gets anxious whenever you talk about your health, worried that things are (or will at some point be) as bad for you as they were for xer. Other than that, though, you might initially think that xe doesn’t care, or didn’t understand the conversation.

Truth is, xe knows how absolutely fucking ANNOYING it can be to have to explain your health to every new person you meet (like the dozen different doctors you’ve met over the years, possibly every nurse who takes your pulse and thinks it’s a little bit high). So xe did a shit ton of research on your condition, in order to reduce how much you need to explain. Sure, xe will still have questions, and there are always aspects that only you can tell xer, but it’s a nice gesture.

As for helping you destress, xe’s pretty much a mix of Bela and Miranda. You’ll get plenty of massages (because Ava has learned from personal experience what sort of touches help with which sorts of pain), but also some scientific insight on any noticeable patterns. Lots of holding you close and telling you that you’re the coolest person in the world, and that Ava feels beyond lucky to have you.

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