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stevieschrodinger · 1 year

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Dustin’s crying so loud, Steve can barely hear when Eddie speaks, “trust me, Stevie?”

Eddie’s never called him that before. Eddie coughs again, bloody, and it spatters his lips and stains in between his teeth, mutely, Steve nods.

Eddie grabs Steve by the collar of his own denim jacket, pulling himself up and Steve down. He’s surprisingly strong considering Steve is absolutely certain that Eddie’s about to die. That’s what makes Steve close his eyes and open his mouth; lets Eddie have whatever he wants. Invites it when Eddie invades with a wet and bloody tongue. It’s a battle of a kiss, and Steve soaks it up.

Eddie disappears from under Steve’s hands, and he almost falls forward, Eddie disintegrating into a cloud of fiery ash. It settles, and in the middle, there’s an egg.

It’s shocking enough that Dustin stops crying, “what the fuuuuuck?” Dustin reaches for the egg, pulls his hand back, hissing, sucking his fingers.

Steve reaches for it next, “it’s too hot,” Dustin tries to warn him...but it isn’t. It’s pleasantly warm in Steve’s hand and he lifts it comfortably.

They take it with them.

They have absolutely no fucking explanation for what the hell just happened. Steve, instinctively, refuses to put the egg down anywhere. He sits, staring at it, cataloguing the slightly speckled pattern, watching how it catches the light as he turns it in his palms, pale and diffuse in the lamplight of the lounge.

He doesn’t really like other people touching it, but allows Robin to brush it with her fingertips; she draws them back sharply, hissing, blisters already forming. He carries it with him, even going so far as to showering one handed so he can hold it. He curls around it that night in bed and isn’t even worried that he might accidentally break it; he knows he won’t.

They have a day to recuperate, the party all together again, and safe; Vecna is defeated.

Eddie has one living relative that everyone knows about; Wayne Munson. It’s the only possible place they may get some answers; the trailer is just...gone. They contact Hopper, who contacts Owens, and an hour later he calls Steve back. The trailer was impounded by Owens team to study the damage and now closed gate inside; Wayne Munson is in a Motel.

Everyone piles into the beemer.

Wayne looks sallow when he opens the door, distraught, but in a kind of worn in way. Like he’s already accepted it. No one speaks, they just watch as Steve produces the egg, cupped carefully in his hands. Wayne’s face crumples, his eyes well up, and he pulls Steve into a hug, “thank you. I thought I’d lost him, thank you.”

“Okay,” Steve replies, “but we have no idea what’s going on.”

Wayne shoos them into the room. There’s two doubles, Dustin, Robin, Nancy and Jonathan climb onto the still made bed; not the one that’s clearly been slept in. Wayne sits at the foot of his bed, Steve remains standing, carefully cradling the egg.

“He never told you what he is?”

Everyone on the bed is staring at Wayne wide eyed, Steve almost laughs at them, but he’s too busy shaking his head at Wayne.

Wayne nods, scratching his head, “so how long have you and my Eddie been seeing each other?”

Everyone on the bed turns to look at Steve instead, eyes, if anything, even wider, “we...aren’t. That’s not. We’re not…” The egg pulses hotly in Steve’s hands; for a brief moment, it’s unpleasant.

“You must be something, or you wouldn’t be able to touch his egg. Bound in blood?”

“There was blood, he was coughing up blood...when he was dying and he…”

“They kissed,” Dustin interjects, super unhelpful, “right before Eddie…” Dustin makes the form of an explosion with his hands, “you know, went poof.”

Wayne nods, “it’s enough, this time, for Eddie to come back. But if you don’t complete the bond, he won’t last long. Eddie must love you a hell of a lot.”

“Love me?” Steve asks weakly.

“Yeah,” Wayne says, “phoenix’s mate for life, and they won’t come back for anything less.”

There’s a long, drawn out silence, before Steve, finally offers a weak, “we hardly even know each other.”

“Eddie knows. A phoenix always knows. And you have to complete the bond, or he won’t be able to stay.”

“What?” Dustin asks, panicked, “what do you mean, stay?”

Wayne shrugs, “a phoenix, rejected by their mate, will burn up from the inside. He’ll wither and die unless Steve...reciprocates.”

Steve, weak limbed, just gives up and sits on the floor.

“What about you, Mr. Munson, are you a phoenix?” Dustin’s going to start in with fifty million questions. Steve’s kind of glad, gives him a moment to sit here and...stroke Eddie’s egg.

“Nah, I’m his dad’s brother. Him mom was the phoenix; that’s how she died. My brother wasn’t the best of guys and when he fucked it up...she died. Didn’t take long. Eddie’s a half breed, they can see it on sight, so the other phoenix, they rejected him. He’s been with me ever since. Not human enough to fit in here, not...good enough for them.”

Dustin looks affronted on Eddie’s behalf, “that’s not fair, Eddie’s a great guy. They’re...prejudiced, Eddie’s better off without them, anyway.”

Wayne hums agreeable, “they put a lot of stock in their feathers, what they look like. His mom knew at birth he’d never be accepted, but we had to try after she died. I’d hoped that they would take pity on him but...no. They said his colors were an ill omen.”

“What’s wrong with his colors? What colors? Eddie doesn’t even have feathers.”

“He will when he hatches, and they’ll be black as night.”

Steve figures it’s been around seventy nine ish hours when the first crack appears in the shell. He has no idea if there’s a significance to the amount of time, but he doesn’t interfere. He just turns the volume of the television down low and sits and watches, fascinated, as the crack widens and little, damp, black chick gets itself free. The inside of the shell shines like dark mother of pearl; like an oil slick.

Steve already knows he will hide the egg away and treasure it forever. He had sworn again and again to Dustin that the second Eddie showed signs of hatching, Steve would call him. He couldn’t though. He just couldn’t. Something in him screamed loudly that it would be wrong. It would be so wrong for someone else to be here.

He decides to let them have one night together, just him and the tiny, feather light ball of blackness sitting on his thighs. He’ll call Dustin in the morning.

Steve tries to put Eddie down to go to the bathroom before bed; Eddie chirps miserably the whole time. He walks around on top of the comforter once Steve is in bed, and Steve watches in the lamplight as the tiny chick negotiates the mountains and valleys of Steve's bedding. He falls asleep finally, bored of exploring, nestled against the side of Steve’s neck.

“You said you’d call!”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry, it’s just it was late and-”

“He’s so big!”

“Yeah,” Steve replies. Nothing else to say really. Eddie seemed to have quadrupled in size overnight. He’s now the size of a chicken, covered in long, sleek black feathers. He has a long neck for his size, and his tail feathers sweep along the ground as he follows at Steve’s heels.

“Are you going to go and see Wayne?”

Eddie tilts his head at the sound of his uncles name, watching from his perch on the kitchen counter. Steve had tried him with a bowl of dry cereal, but Eddie had merely pecked at it a couple of times before ignoring it. Steve had added milk and eaten it himself.

“Nah,” Steve replies absently. The thought of leaving the house is...well. Steve doesn’t like it.

The next day, Eddie is the size of a very large turkey and his head, thanks to the long neck, can almost stretch to the height of Steve’s shoulder. When Steve sits on the couch, Eddie flaps up to sit on Steve’s lap, long neck winding around Steve’s, his head looping around to rest on Steve’s chest. His eyes are warm brown, just like Eddie’s human eyes, and Steve isn’t even a little worried about the huge talons or wickedly sharp beak.

On the seventh day, Steve wakes to find a man in his bed with him. He sighs with relief, pulling Eddie closer and whispering, “hello sweetheart,” into his fluffy hair.

Steve assumed they had time, he had hoped they could get to know each other; that Steve could do this properly, but by lunch Eddie is looking tired and has gray hairs at his temples so Steve simply says, “I love you, too,” over coffee and toast and hopes that it’s enough.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #the party #magic eddie munson #creature eddie munson #headcannon #steddie #steddie headcanon

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circeyoru · 2 months

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This is one request but I just got this in my head what if the reader die like seriously die how Alastor well react to that?

Yandere Alastor x his soul owner reader become my favorite pretty fast and I'm not even joking about it.

To those that have no idea what this is talking about, check out {Unwanted Soul}

Really? You mean it? Your favourite? 😻 Thank you!! (someone pick me up, I fell off the chair)

Now the answer to your question

You trying to give Alastor torture?

Seriously dies, like no go to Heaven (like Sir Pentious). Just poof, gone. Oh wow.... Alastor's not gonna like that one bit

Let's just say, the city is gonna have a few weeks of destruction.

Alastor is aware of your death, it's a common question to ask when getting to know others and it tells on what type of person they were when living. He knew you committed suicide, depressing. It was a moment of concern when you heard his death and brushed your fingers over his forehead, you muttered it out that you killed yourself. Then both of your didn't touch the subject afterwards.

His knowledge of this explains why he's so focused on your every need and wants. Because he doesn't want to lose you, doesn't like the thought. His nightmares were of you disappearing to somewhere he can never see, no, not even redemption to Heaven. There, he can still maybe drag you down but not when you were gone gone.

All that control and gentleman moral is gone when you were, no one was safe, no place was safe. The place where you lived and found him will be his new territory and he will guard it. Any demons that remind there will be his next broadcast. He's acting on his rage and sadness, nothing more nothing less.

Why were you gone? How were you gone? This can't be happening.

Ṫ̵̠̺͖̠̦̭͑̌̎̊͠ḫ̶͙͍̰͓̿͂̿͛ͅḯ̴̛̤̙̋͗͛s̸͎̆̉̍͑̚ ̵̦̟͆̃͝i̶̠̺̙̮̪͊̚͜s̵̡̢̲͉̏̔̒̌͘ ̷̥̻̫̭͖̍͆͑͊̍̄n̵͎͎̔͗̂̈́̆̕o̶̝͇͌̈́́͠t̴̡̼̪͉͍͒̚͜ ̴̮͖̿̃h̸̬̮͓͙̃a̸̢̧̞̭̮͗̒̈́̉̈p̵̖͕̀̄̇̚p̷̙̥͈̮̟̈̊͑͑͜e̸̘̰̭̼̖̣͑n̵̨̟̙̫̏́͘͜͝i̴̢̿̐̀ń̶̛͖̳̲̥͛̅̑͠g̶̛͓̭̥̥̪͗͆!̶̘͕̱̎̎

After his destruction, being drained and felt his soul in his chest again. It felt too heavy for him. Like his soul wasn't his. Where are the restrictions on his power? Where's that feeling like he was caged? Where's that connection he had with you? Oh, he was too far from your home. That hotel wasn't your home. That's why. He abandoned the redemption project altogether, no matter what stage and how connected you were to the hotel. That lousy hotel is NOT YOUR HOME.

The simplest way to describe what's happening to Alastor is that he's in denial. Denial that you were gone. That you'll leave him behind. It goes from waiting for you to return to hallucinating that you were there.

He made your favourites. Oh, it wasn't touched after a while? You weren't feeling hungry, that's why. He got you new clothes. The clothes weren't in your closet? You didn't like it, well, they were designed rather horridly. He hugged you on the bed and slept. He was hugging a soft toy that you would when you sleep or do your hobbies.

There was so many, too much excuses that he made for the lack of response he got. He refuse to accept that you were gone. You merely left to go to Earth to get more merchandise or new shows to watch with him. He'll wait for you at your home. He'll wait until you come back.

Ý̶̮̟͙̔̏͝ǫ̸̢̦͍̀́u̸̪̬̘̠̩͒͘ ̷̱̂̋̀̅n̶͎̓̀̆̈́e̶̢͇͓̲̩͙͗̾̑̿̀v̵̖͙͉̳̆͗͠͠e̵̡̳͎̿͋r̷̺͚̆ ̷͖̝̺̤̯̊͗̓̉͠c̶̤̈ǎ̷̱̻m̸̖̥̚ê̷̜̝̜ͅ ̸̢͕̠̔̅̌͝b̵̬̯͒͑̈͛͊a̷̙͆̔̏̊̈́͌c̶̢̙̳̟̐̓͘͜ḳ̵͚̖̬̈.̵̘̳̗̐̿͊̕

This is so sad... I know I write a lot of angst, but man! I love this series!!! Why you gotta ask that?!

#Circe's Nighty Writings #Circe's requested writings #alastor imagine #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #alastor x you #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor headcanons #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor #hazbin hotel oneshots #yandere alastor #yandere alastor x reader #yandere hazbin hotel #alastor fanfiction #hazbin hotel imagines #Unwanted Soul

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ellewriteswrongs · 2 years

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everyone gets why reginald shut klaus out of the portal in ep9, right??

I keep seeing people mentioning the scene without pointing this out and personally it was obvious to me (and my dad who I watched with lol) that ~someone~ was going to get left behind no matter what but idk if that translated for everyone so……prepare for Long Post Time

when reginald mentions the fables at the beginning of the episode, there’s a strong emphasis on there being 7 of everything, go figure lol. it goes to show that with the sparrows, he most likely could’ve adopted them too in s1 but he didn’t because he specifically wanted seven of the kids. each story he reads off requires exactly seven, no more and no less.

the group starts off with nine; six umbrellas, plus ben, sloane, and lila. two too many.

when the vote backfired on him, he does precisely as he tells luther before he kills him—only a death can be powerful enough to bring them all together to do something none of them want to do. in s1 none of them wanted to fight together again, but because they came back for the funeral they couldn’t avoid trying to stop the apocalypse. it didn’t have to be luther, he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. any one of them could’ve been killed in his place, it was simply convenient. if one of them hadn’t gone to the buffalo room on their own, he probably just would’ve used allison’s deal to get her to come in there and kill her instead.

but of course, that leaves us with one more to go.

because reginald makes no effort to hold any particular character to the back of the group as they enter the tunnel, he clearly doesn’t care who he has to leave behind, but rather that the number of people that makes it through is all that matters. I’m convinced he didn’t care that it wound up being klaus that was left even though reginald knew about his powers. if he had been absorbed by the kugelblitz with everything else, he wouldn’t have been dead he would’ve ceased to have ever existed. no afterlife, just *poof* out of existence.

but as usual, klaus is smarter than reginald, or anyone else including himself, gives him credit for. he knew if he died before he disappeared, he’d wind up in the afterlife, which is easy to assume klaus had figured out as the entire world population would’ve wound up as ghosts if getting kugelblitzed truly was the same thing as dying. hence why he knew to kill himself before the kugelblitz had the chance to wipe him out.

despite what he said before he shut the door, it wasn’t just because he thought klaus would get in the way of the plan, it’s because he objectively would. he needed a way to ensure that once they were all being drained of their powers, no one would be left free to stop him from resetting the universe to his own specifications, a-la allison.

he needed seven, no more no less, but he just happened to underestimate his son for the last time in the process.

#also klaus using his dying strength to bring luther back to save sloane??? they are the best brothers to each other I swear #their relationship is everything to me #tua #tua s3 spoilers #tua spoilers #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #umbrella academy spoilers #luther hargreeves #klaus hargreeves

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i-drop-level-one-loot · 8 months

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My corporeal love (Yandere!Fem!Spirit X Fem!Reader)

CW: Yandere behavior, death

poltergeist versus ghost

(Reader) shook her head at the results, deleting the question from the search bar while heaving a deep sigh of frustration.

types of ghosts

A hand reached out from under the chair (Reader) was sitting on, running long nails across one of her feet. (Reader) only sighed again and pulled up her feet and tucked them under her bottom. Ghosts turned out to be real, and they were annoying.

The haunting began like how horror movies promised they would, soon after moving into the new apartment (Reader) began hearing scratching noises late at night and seeing lights flicker out the corner of her eye. At first it was unnerving, but exciting. Hearing a thud from the next room over and having a chuckle after the shock of being startled, it was fun. The ridiculous situation helped dull the pain of reality.

It quickly grew, making her think she saw someone hiding in the closet, only to disappear when (Reader) would flip on the light; waking to claw marks on the bedroom door when she unlocked it in the morning; feeling someone roughly grip her ass while she tried to wash the dishes...

Wild, bulging eyes watched (Reader) as she put away her computer and wandered into the kitchen to make her morning pot of coffee; the owner of said blood shot eyes was a grey toned naked woman with long, sharp nails who sat crouched on the counter.

"(Reader)~" a dry voice cooed while a dead hand reached out to lightly brush (Reader's) shoulder.

The newly single woman had once made the mistake of trying to connect with the entity she shared a home with, believing it to be a lost soul in need of assistance, only to awaken with hands traveling up her thighs and bite marks on her neck. This thing wasn't a soul in torment, but an evil spirit that didn't believe in personal space.

It fed on energy. The more attention (Reader) gave it, the stronger it became, now freely crawling across the ceiling at all hours and whispering suggestive words of praise to (Reader). Which is why (Reader) was now doing her best to ignore her.

"Your hair looks beautiful today. I wish you'd let me run my fingers through it."

A jingle sang out of (Reader's) pocket. She grabbed it a little too quickly, thankful for having something to help her ignore the spirit, but unfortunately was too eager, and didn't pay attention to the name of who was dialing, accidently answering "BASTARD"s call.

"Hello?"

"Finally you answer. I've only called you every single day for a week."

Her heart dropped. "It was an accident, I promise it won't happen again."

"Oh, grow up (Reader). I made a mistake, but you're acting like I hit you or something."

(Reader) clenched her jaw. The woman next to her slowly closed in on her as (Reader) stayed still as a statue. The undead's breathing ragged as it strained to hear who (Reader) was talking to.

"What do you want."

"To talk."

"There is nothing to talk about."

"... You're being childish."

The phone was suddenly ripped from (Reader's) hand, smacking into the wall across the kitchen. (Reader) freaked out, forgetting for a second that the strange woman in her home was an unknown entity and not just a dick.

"Fucking really?!" She cried out as she jogged over towards her cell. "Don't do that! That's my phone!" As she bent to grab it the phone slid just out of reach, her ex's voice still angrily berating her. (Reader) stood, glaring at the approaching thing shuffling on all fours like a gorilla.

She smiled, her buggy eyes still wide and terrifyingly dark, pupils expanded to the point (Reader) couldn't see the irises.

"You deserve better."

Then, poof. She was gone.

(Reader) was stunned. She could still hear the cheater calling out her name from the phone on the floor. For a third time that morning, (Reader) found herself sighing.

"Hey!" (Reader) called out, never having learned her ghostly roommate's name. She passed through every room until she heard scratching from the closet, and opened the door without turning on the light in an attempt to prevent her from disappearing again. The spirit was lying on the ground, scratching at the floor, leaving marks.

"I never found out your name."

"I don't remember it."

(Reader) sat criss cross outside the opened door. "What's wrong?"

"... What if he hurts you?"

"He wouldn't. He's a dick, but he's also chicken shit. I left him because he cheated on me. He doesn't even know where I live now." The ghost seemed unconvinced. "I promise."

She took a deep breath, gurgling slightly as she always did. "I don't remember my name. I don't remember who killed me. But I can feel my bones breaking down in the cement of this building."

Guilt over how (Reader) had been treating the dead woman settled heavy into her gut. Even if she got a little handsy, it was probably lonely being invisible to everyone.

"That sounds terrible. I'm sorry." (Reader) laid down next to her, and she immediately rolled over and latched onto (Reader's) body, her nails digging into (Reader's) back. Her body was cold, and not entirely solid, (Reader) believed she could feel the nude flesh sinking through her shirt, freezing her bare skin underneath.

"I'll protect you, (Reader). I don't want you to end up like me... The pain never ends."

The next two weeks flew by. (Reader) had nicknamed the spirit Lydia. She didn't get the reference and was just happy that (Reader) was calling her something other than "Hey, you". Lydia still had issues with getting too handsy every so often, but as (Reader) came to know her as a person instead of a presence she hated it less and less.

Lydia sat in (Reader's) lap as they watched television together. Her form was stronger than ever, and although she was still cold, Lydia felt like a real human next to (Reader). The connection (Reader) felt with Lydia was comforting, and she had even begun to care for her as someone more than a friend.

(Reader) unlocked the door, opening it to reveal her ex boyfriend standing on her welcome mat with a smug look on his face.

Someone pounded on the front door, banging it hard enough to shake the joints and cause the hinges to clatter. Lydia was immediately agitated, dissipating from view. (Reader) could still feel her presence though, a chill settling in the heavy air, and as she rushed to the front door it felt like she was wading through fog.

She tried to reclose the door the second she registered his face, but he used his foot to block her attempt, bulldozing his way into her new home. "That's no way to greet someone." He chastised.

Her face scrunched up in fear. "How did you find me?"

"Not easily."

(Reader) tried to hold herself steady, but she could feel her body shake with anger. "You need to leave before I call the cops."

"The cops?!" He laughed in annoyance, glancing around his ex's apartment with his hands on his hips. "Jesus Christ, you're acting like a crazy bitch."

Lydia dropped something in the bedroom, and with the crash (Reader's) ex's smile fell as well.

"Is someone here?" He started for the hallway as (Reader) panicked.

"Stop! I told you to leave!"

He burst into the bedroom, searching for whoever had made the noise. Then the door shut on it's own behind him.

"What the hell, (Reader)? Is this some kind of joke?!"

A shuttering gasp emanated from under the bed. Lydia's scarred arms slowly began to drag her body out from underneath the frame, relying on the intruder's fear to make herself visible to him. The man began shaking the handle, incapable of opening the door.

"(Reader)!"

Lydia's body cracked painfully as she stood up straight.

"(Reader! Open the door!!"

"Stop saying her name."

Whipping back around he found himself alone, the broken looking woman gone. He felt his body go numb with adrenaline. (Reader's) ex was panting, trying to figure out what kind of fucked up prank this was, and how (Reader) could have set it up. When he realized the woman was probably hiding again, he turned back to try opening the door again, only to turn face to face with wide black eyes twitching with rage. Lydia grabbed his face, her nails piercing his cheeks and jaw.

From the living room (Reader) could hear her ex scream in fear, smashing against her bedroom walls and ceiling, then silence.

The police would never find his body.

Stored deep inside the building itself, resting between concrete and steel beams, bleeding into the cement block that was Lydia's final resting place. They would never find even a drop of blood in (Reader's) home.

After the noises had ceased, (Reader) heard the door unlock, so she ran into the bedroom to greet Lydia, throwing her arms around her and kissing her gently. Lydia softly crept her hands up under (Reader's) shirt, caressing her bare back.

"I told you I would protect you."

#yandere #yandere x reader #romance #fem yandere #fem reader #yandere ghost #yandere ghost x reader #not proofread #rushed

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jar-of-maise · 8 months

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"Um Lyney," Paimon began, in an uncharacteristically hesitant voice.

"Oh? It isn't like you to be so shy, please go on, what's on your mind?" Lyney asked, looking up at her curiously.

Paimon looked at Aether anxiously, then floated a little closer to him, shedding sparkles as she flew, "well, some of the kids were telling us about how you tell them about fairytales..." She begins.

"Ah!" Lyney snaps his fingers, "are you here to ask me to tell you some stories? Well why didn't you say so?" He hops up easily, gracefully revealing several embossed hardcover books which fall out of his hat.

"Take a pick! There are many here, don't be shy," Lyney says cheerfully, showing the books off happily, "this one is a personal favourite," he winks at Aether.

The cover is of a golden-haired prince, drawing a sword from his sheath, sparkles dance around his figure. White armour adorns his strong figure. "It's a pretty cover...but," Paimon begins, raising a finger.

Lyney raises his eyebrows, "oh? Not to your taste? That's alright," he twirls the book around on his fingers, then tosses it up in the air, where it disappears after a sharp snap of his fingers.

"How about this one? It's about a mermaid and her journey to the human world," Lyney offers, smiling at Paimon and Aether as he shows them the book.

"Well, they're all very nice but–" Paimon tries again.

"Goodness! Have you always driven such a hard bargain?" Lyney asks comically, shaking his head, the books tumble down from his hands as he sighs in defeat.

"Lyney." Lynette says with a deadpan look on her face, "they probably want you to tell them a specific story."

"Yeah!" Paimon exclaims, "thank you Lynette!"

"No worries," Lynette says, crossing her arms and nodding, "my brother does have a habit of talking too much," she says, tail swishing side to side.

"Hey! I'm still here you know!" Lyney cries.

Lynettte fixes him with a very exasperated glare, "I know."

"Oh Lynette, how could you be so cruel to your dear brother?" Lyney whines, slumping, a few cards slipping out from underneath his hat. They fall sadly onto the ground, like limp autumn leaves.

"Um..." Aether begins, "we were hoping to hear about the story you created for the kids here," he says hopefully.

"The story...I made?" Lyney asks, perking up, "you want to hear my stories?" He asks in a tone so innocent that Aether can't help but feel endeared by his excitement.

"Yeah! Of course we do, you're a great storyteller Lyney!" Paimon cheers, "yeah!" Aether agrees, nodding vigorously.

"Well then," Lyney gathers his cards in one sweeping motion, shoving them back into his hat, "I can't disappoint my audience then, can I? Please take a seat, the show will be put on momentarily." Lyney grins, gesturing at the table in front of them.

"Please help yourself," Lynette says in a monotone voice as Paimon and Aether slid into their seats. She places her hat onto the table, and once she removes it, trays and plates of snacks appear magically.

"Wow! Thank you! Paimon's digging in then!"

Lynette nods, satisfied, she pours herself a cup of tea and takes a long sip from her cup.

"So Lyney," Paimon says to the magician, who's mumbling to himself as they help themselves.

"Hm? What's up?" Lyney asks curiously.

"The children here said that this story was called, 'The Thief's Hope' but, they also said that it has a sad ending," Paimon comments, "is that true?"

"Ah, you want to hear that story," Lyney says, there's an unreadable expression on his face, "well I wouldn't say it's that sad, uh, it's just not your typical fairytale."

"Yet the kids still love this story," Aether says, watching as Lyney puffs out his cheeks in slight disagreement.

"Yeah I don't really know why," Lyney laughs, slumping onto a nearby couch with a poof!

"Hey, at least that means you're a good story teller!" Paimon says comfortingly, nibbling on a cupcake as she talks.

"Perhaps," Lyney looks at Aether, then at Lynette. His eyes are wistful as he gazes at his hands silently. Outside, the rain was pouring ceaselessly. A cold wind brushed by and the water rapped on the windows. Lyney thought for a long time, then he just sighed fondly, fingers tracing a seam on his shorts before smiling brightly at Aether and Paimon.

“Alright! Let me tell you the story!” He jumps up from the chair and bows deeply, “Lynette, if you would please,” he bows towards his sister who sighs, “fine," she says.

Lynette snaps her fingers and just like magic, a large backdrop appears behind Lyney, Paimon gasps in surprise and Aether leans forward curiously. It’s a depiction of the Fontaine streets, and the desolate piece of artwork is crafted with life-like accuracy.

“Allow me to take you back in time,” Lyney steps forth, a hand tucked behind his back as he twirls his hat on his fingers.

“There once lived a young boy, he was very poor and often worried about when his next meal would come by,” Lyney snapped his fingers and a little doll fell down from somewhere above his head, it was neatly stitched together, yet dirty and battered as though it had been abused and never loved.

Lyney smiled and nodded at Lynette who waved her hand. A spotlight shone onto the makeshift “stage” focusing on the tiny doll who picked himself up and began to walk around.

“He was often bullied, looked down upon and slowly, he found himself pushed to the darkest streets, where the light did not fall,” as he spoke, Lyney flicked his fingers, they appeared as dark, long shadows on the harsh light of the backdrop and the doll was flung away.

“But he never forgot what being in the light felt like,” Lyney’s voice echoed from somewhere, like a omnipresent narrator. As he spoke, the little doll picked itself up and began to stumble slowly towards the audience, “he longed to go back, there was a hole in his heart that he wanted to fill. A void that was as dark as the night sky.”

The inky blackness that suddenly filled the stage was so desperate and suffocating that Paimon audibly gasped. No light shone, indeed, it seemed as though even the oxygen was being removed from their lungs. Aether wondered if this too, was a part of the magic.

"He tried to fill his heart with the scraps that littered the streets," Lyney's voice began to speak again, "he hoarded those little things zealously, even they had no love for him and he had no love for them."

A small pinprick of light appeared on the stage and focused on Lyney's figure, he stood in the centre, with a grave expression on his face.

"His fingers were nimble and his feet too, were agile," Lyney smiled, a small doll appearing on his hand.

"He took the memories and love of others, he tried to light up the darkness in his heart with the light and warmth of others." Lyney procured a candle, "but he could not chase away the cold in his heart, nor could he brighten any corner of that room, for it was locked!"

Lynette grimanced into her cup, but begrudgingly waved her hand. The flame of the candle died out as she waved her hand and Lyney smiled widely.

"How should I light up this dark heart?" Lyney walked across the stage, making a thoughtful expression, "Ah! The boy realised something, when he was wandering the streets one day!"

Lyney smiles, carefully placing the doll down, "people crave the unknown, they are fascinated by fantasy…and what better way to achieve that than–” a sudden burst of streamers erupted from behind his back, “magic?”

The backdrop changed, it was a light and happy scene, where the doll reappeared, looking much cleaner and put together, the doll was surrounded by other dolls, they were smiling at him.

"If I can't love myself...and I can't take it from others, what if I made them give it to me? That was what the thief thought," Lyney grinned, blowing a shower of confetti hearts at his audience.

Aether smiled slightly when some of the paper brushed his cheek.

"So he began to try and perform, with the few skills he had learned from stealing. No matter how he tried to mask his true self, this boy was a thief," Lyney pointed at the heinous doll with an accusatory finger.

"The truth was that he was a thief, and that all his story-truths were lies." Lyney declared.

Aether and Paimon smiled knowingly, Lynette helped herself to a muffin. She was enjoying the chance to enjoy as many treats as she could.

“So the thief had finally found something that could fill up his empty heart," Lyney kept talking, "but still, the feeling of emptiness persisted. So he kept performing, kept going, just to chase that feeing," butterflies flew out from Lyney's finger tips as he spoke.

“The treacherous thief lied his way to the top. He tricked people ceaselessly, putting on a show that the masses would love. Lies were piled up on falsehoods. The thief could no longer return to the shadows of his past."

Lyney made a shape with him fingers where the light reflected it's shadow onto the backdrop, "The Thief looked down at the world from on top of the tower he’d built. It was exquisitely crafted, held together by fabricated illusions. He was a sinner, a devil who’d escaped from hell who was undeserving of the light he had gained."

Aether's eyes narrowed slightly, he sipped some tea but listened attentively, Lyney noticed this change, smiling to himself he thought, 'ah he gets it.'

Lyney kept talking, "Like a famous actor, the parts that he had to play continued to increase. People’s lives were entrusted to his hands at night, and in the daytime, he stole people’s hearts. He had never been bested and life itself, was the stage for his craft.

He sat under the night sky one lonely evening, gazing out into the inky darkness. The thief looked at the stars, they had always sparkled so beautifully, untouched by pain or sorrow. He wanted that light, even though he knew he could never emulate that gentle radiance.

That was when he met her,” Lyney’s voice took on a reminiscing tone and suddenly Aether was seized by a strange thought, was this just a mere story? He had no time to ponder this question, because Lyney was moving onto the next part of the story.

”Who was she?" Lyney wondered aloud, "well, perhaps she could be described like a burst of sunlight in a cold, frosty winter, or a wonderful flower blossoming in a wasteland...but no," he paused, "she was more than just those."

"She was the steady roll of waves on the ocean, she was the star that never left the night sky," it seemed like Lyney had forgotten his magic in that moment. He stood before them, as a performer still, but Aether realised that this was not only a story, but a reflection of Lyney himself.

"She was not words, she was a feeling," Lyney almost whispered to himself. Yet in the breathless silence that beheld the room, he may as well have shouted those words. Upon beholding this vulnerable side of Lyney, Aether couldn't help but smile sadly.

"The Thief was a certain kind of summertime sadness, one that spring couldn't cure," Lyney said slowly, withered petals falling with every step he took backward, away from the audience.

"He had no words that could describe her, for all the stories The Thief had spun, all the lies he'd said, there was no word he knew that could speak about the truth in her. But The Thief liked to call her mon armour," Lyney smiled bitterly, there was a hatred in the way he uttered those words.

Aether was taken back, but he didn't know why Lyney seemed to dislike those last few words so much.

"Her presence was gentle, yet searing. To The Thief who couldn't remember hugs or caresses, her touches was an uncomfortable, addicting burn."

Sitting in the audience, Lynette looked at her reflection in her cup sadly. This, was his way of atoning for lies, by weaving truths into his stories so that he might not spin falsehoods. She knew Lyney better than anyone else, to most this was obvious, but they didn't know about the hopes of her older brother. Past his light, and his shadow, was a young boy who loved to love and be loved.

That, was also a kind of truth.

"This Thief," Lyney murmured, "he was a haunted house, hollow from inside to out, plagued by a restless soul that was more focused on destroying the construct that kept it existing than anything else. Every now and then, a wind would rush through and open half-closed, weeping wounds.

The people who sojourned in this house did not help the soul, they loved only the mystery, the romance, the unattainable nature of his performance. And often left the house shabbier than when they first entered.

But not mon armour, she came in, like a little ghost. Planting purple wisteria in his mind, with wonderful trees that entwined their roots around the house and bound him to the earth. Camomile grew from his scars, moss and dewdrops patched his wounds.

She planted gardens of lavender in his mind, so that his anxiety might be soothed.

If there was anyone that might make him feel like life was worth living on, it would be her. A gentle love, that didn't demand. How funny, The Thief had never once known how to care, he did not think about the emotion itself. Never committed." Lyney nodded, though Aether didn't know if he was talking to himself or his audience.

"Yet he tried, loving was clumsy. He couldn't make sense of the lines he was meant to colour inside and often scribbled outside of those boundaries. But at least, he was less transient, and more of a home now." Lyney drifted off into his own thoughts, "my love, what a wonderful name, if only..."

Aether lets him mumble to himself, Paimon also floats over to him with a soft, melancholic smile. "Poor Lyney..." she says quietly, "the story must mean a lot to him."

"I think there was a bit more than just that," Aether comments, but refrains from saying some of his other thoughts, knowing Paimon would just freak out.

"My brother finds it hard to express himself," Lynette chips in, "thank you for listening to him," she bows her head.

"It's okay, please tell him that we'd listen to him anytime!" Paimon exclaims waving her hands.

"Thank you, I will."

"I know you're not much of a talker, but we'll also listen to you, if you need it," Aether says, smiling brightly at Lynette, who gives him a little smile in response.

"I will cherish that offer." She says, "honestly," she adds, looking at Lyney with a half-endearing, half-fond and equal parts exasperated expression, "for someone who insists he's unlovable, loving sure comes easily to him."

"He has a lot to give," Aether says kindly, Lyney is quiet, a broken piece of cermanic-ware, so fractured yet so well patched up he looks new. Aether is glad he has something to hope for.

"Lyney loves like he breathes but treats it like it's cancer," Lynette replies, "when he first realised he was infatuated he said he got a heart stroke. Yet if loving really was a disease, he'd hope he'd never recover from his illness" Lynette takes a sip of tea and rolls her eyes gracefully. "In that sense, he's utterly hopeless,"

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sixosix · 2 years

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𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔: 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒

( ! ) a soulmate au where his six eyes act weird whenever around you. a 3+1 fic

( # ) gn!reader, fluff and angst, satoru is a dumbass, reader is Scared, bad things happen but it’s funny bc it’s only to satoru, profanity, not a happy ending, 1.2k words

you first meet him when he walks straight into a street sign, a painful clang following right after.

it’s nothing special as a first meeting. you two glance at each other at the same time a second before he quite literally smacks himself with the sign that’s as tall as him.

“oh my god—” you stumble to him, wide-eyed and panicked at the slowly growing red on his forehead. “how did you even—are you okay—”

the strange boy with the luminous white hair groans, tottering backwards as he clutches his head. you can faintly hear his ears still ringing. “ow…” he mumbles, blinking leisurely. “fuck, my eyes… how…”

it seems he still hasn’t noticed you.

your gaze trails to the street sign, that seems bent and hollow with the mark of his face. just how hard is this guy’s skull?

you look back at him, to find that he’s openly gaping at you.

“are… are you okay?” you ask again, albeit more awkwardly—you’re not sure what to feel about his staring.

he blinks, then shifts his gaze to his hand, clenching and unclenching it with a dumbfounded frown. only then in this angle, his shades are tipped downwards, giving you a front-row seat to his eyes—almost glowing despite the sun rivaling it.

“…what?” he whispers to himself, almost terrified.

oh no, does he have a concussion?

“hey,” you say, grabbing his attention again. but it seems like you’re the one panicking more than him. “hey, it’s okay! we’ll get you to a doctor, okay? um—where’s my phone.”

he blurts, “touch me.”

“pardon?”

“grab my hand!”

his outburst startles you into action, reflexively shooting out to wrap your hand around his arm. his uniform feels cold to touch, as if winter has blessed his face and everything about him.

“nothing happened,” you deadpan, pulling away. the chill radiating from him does little to cool your cheeks.

he pulls you back to him, marveling at you like he’s never seen a human hand before. “you’re right, nothing happened!”

this is too confusing for you.

“listen, man, you have a concussion, so please let go of my hand so i can call the emergency hotline,” you say, but he doesn’t even seem to hear you, still studying your hand with the same fervor as a mad scientist. specifically your pinky.

“i don’t have a concussion,” he snorts, looking back up at you. crescent-shaped eyes that twinkle brighter with his elation. “hey, what’s your name?”

what’s the harm in telling a pretty stranger your name? “…y/n.” as an afterthought of your dignity, you add: “why?”

he grins, finally releasing you. you exhale in relief, only to have it stuck in your throat when he moves his face so close to you that your noses touch, “i’ll see you around, y/n, okay?”

“wait, what are you—”

he disappears in a poof, leaving a flustered, bewildered you.

you meet him again the second time in the grocery store and he has a kid following him.

you gasp, almost dropping the basket of snacks you’ve been hogging for the past few minutes.

“it’s you!” the mystery man with the hauntingly beautiful eyes beams, as if he didn’t ditch you in the middle of the sidewalk with a dented street sign. “hi, y/n!”

you don’t know why you’re flattered he remembers your name.

“hi…” you trail off awkwardly, gaze switching to the young, dark-haired boy. “i… don’t remember you having a child…?”

he grins slyly—it shouldn’t look good. it shouldn’t. “you’re not into single fathers?”

you splutter, scrambling for a proper response that wouldn’t leave you a fool, but none come to mind. not when he’s looking at you like that.

the boy sniffs. “he’s not my dad.”

pretty man laughs, patting his head, who slaps his hand away. “megumi! you don’t wanna look like me? i’m hurt.” he coos, then you watch as he sneaks a pack of sweets into the cart while megumi’s too busy trying to swat his face away.

you feel a small smile threatening to split across your face at the scene. they don’t look too much alike, but they definitely seem family. “you never told me your name, you know.”

the man stands straight in surprise, “oh? i didn’t?” then he laughs again. you’re starting to like how it sounds. “where’s my manners—the name’s gojo satoru. nice to meet you!”

“nice to meet you, too, gojo-san,” you echo, your skin warming just at the sight of his eyes—even when you’re all too aware of how cold he is.

his eyes cut to your hand again, before smiling up at you. “i’ll see you around, y/n,” he sings, spinning around as megumi starts to wander off.

“i’ll see you around,” you agree, turning away to hide your flustered grin.

satoru yawns, rubbing his eyes over the blindfold. beside him, itadori skips, ooh-ing and aah-ing at the fireworks that burst in the night sky.

they’ve been sent here to look for a finger that’s mentioned to be lingering around near the stalls somewhere. satoru feels a little tired, his eyes acting up for no reason whatsoever tonight.

it’s been overwhelming him, the slight ache on the temple of his forehead a familiar feeling. but it’s also accompanied by a quiet humming—a buzz that’s faint on the back of his head. it tickles his pinky finger.

satoru scans the area, accidentally catching sight of a figure he’s been wanting to see despite his mind.

“ah, that’s why,” satoru scoffs a humorless laugh, gently rubbing his eyes again.

thankfully, itadori can’t see his eyes from beneath the blindfold. he’d been informed by megumi that it was glowing when he was around you.

“sensei?” itadori asks. “who are you looking at?”

satoru hums, “my soulmate.”

itadori blinks up at him. “your soulmate?”

“yes.”

“oh!” itadori’s mouth drops open in surprise when satoru doesn’t add that he’s joking. he glances back and forth between a satoru frowning behind his blindfold, and an oblivious y/n. “why aren’t you…um, going to them, then?”

“y/n’s not like us,” satoru says simply, losing the glee in his voice for that split second.

“y/n…y/n-san can’t see curses, then?” itadori guesses, frowning at the thought. he used to be like that, too. “not a sorcerer like you…”

satoru swings a look at his student, who still looks perplexed by satoru’s words. ah, of course. itadori wouldn’t understand, not really. itadori is the type to give it his all despite the risk—live fast, die young.

“soulmates mess with us, you know?” satoru grins, stretching his hands above his head. “can’t have anyone make a mess of the strongest.”

“i guess,” itadori murmurs. “hey, sensei, you said the finger is around here, right?”

and just like that, the tension’s forgotten. satoru scratches his pinky, ignoring the red thread tied delicately around it while nodding at his student.

satoru can’t give you the warmth you deserve.

“y/n? you okay? we have a customer here.”

you startle, snapping out of your thoughts. your friend is staring at you worriedly. “sorry! sorry… i just felt like—” you glance around, looking for something you’re not sure of. “nevermind, it’s nothing.”

you feel strangely hollow.

#606:JJK #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #x reader #jjk imagines #jjk angst #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru angst

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lxkeeeee · 7 months

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FOX CHRONICLES [PART ONE]

synopsis: the fatui members never ever questions the harbingers—no matter how weird, how unusual, and how out of character for them or else they would be goners in a blink of an eye.

notes: fluff, slightly suggestive at the end. No smut.

The sixth harbinger—harbingers rather, for a long time the seat has always been occupied by two people—Scaramouche and his wife, [y/n]. Though, Scaramouche is the one who leads their faction of soldiers most of the time as [y/n] usually plays the role as his assistant.

The fatui soldiers made a silent agreement to never question the harbinger ways, especially the couple's relationship—as they never saw the two being so openly affectionate with one another. Some rumors say they were married for political reasons, some rumors also say that they never genuinely loved each other. They don't even know the story of how they got married.

That's what they think.

The scene is very comical if you ask me, fatui soldiers eyeing each other in attempt of communicating to each other as if asking if they saw what they're seeing.

Scaramouche stood confidently Infront of their soldiers, strong and powerful—his presence is enough to make the entirety of the fatui soldiers shake in fear, they're afraid of him and his sadistic tendencies and he knows it and he loves it. Scaramouche stood Infront of his soldiers, barking out remarks to his men.

The comical thing is, a certain harbinger lies comfortably on his shoulder. [y/n] now on her fox form, curled up comfortably on top of her husband's shoulder, her tail used as a pillow as she purred softly near his ear. Scaramouche occasionally bringing his hand up to rub her fox ears making her purr before bringing his hand down again and rested it on his hips.

“You pathetic fools! You had one job! And you fucked it up!” He says, voice seething and bouncing around their office inside the Zapolyarny Palace. His voice making their soldiers shake in fear. “I ordered all of you to keep an eye and watch the traveler and now you're telling me you lost her?!” he seethes, [y/n] just snuggling closer to his neck, her fluffy tail swinging back and forth in amusement.

“But Sir, we did try to keep an eye out on her but she just dis-dis-disappeared! She was just standing near the Statue of the Seven in Mondstadt and she just vanished into thin air!” a soldier stammers in fear, Scaramouche's eye twitched at the tone of the soldier's voice and his pathetic excuse. The air cackle with electro from his delusion, his fingers twitching with the urge to kill the man. “Do you think I'm a fool? Do you hear how idiotic you sound right now?” He seethes and the soldiers began to shake even more from the fear they felt. This is it, this is their doom.

[y/n] sighs before changing her position, now sitting comfortably on his shoulder. She brought her paw to poke her husband's cheek—causing him to flinch in surprise, he was about to go off but then realized it's his wife. His eyes soften and his anger slowly disappearing. He exhaled a tired and annoyed sigh, they talked about this—how he shouldn't let his anger cloud his judgement and make rash decisions. She need not to use her voice to remind him, her paw is sufficient enough to remind him. “Yes. I know, I know.” Scaramouche mutters in annoyance, pinching the bridge of his nose before glaring at his soldiers once more making them flinch in fear. “Whatever, all of you are dismissed. Leave before I changed my mind!” He barks angrily making the soldiers quickly left their office.

[y/n] chuckles as she jumps down from his shoulder, with a poof—she transformed back to her humanoid form. Scaramouche sighs and crossed his arms, “Happy now?” he asked and she giggles, “Very much, I'm so proud of you.” She said softly and Scaramouche closed the gap between them as he embraced her and bury his face at the crook of her neck—inhaling her familiar scent, cherry blossoms and lavender. His hands lazily tracing circles at her back. “Does the Balladeer want a reward for managing his anger?” she asked teasingly and he groans, “Shut up,” he mutters against her skin, “Affectionately.” he added, making her chuckle.

Scaramouche reluctantly left her embrace as he once again lean towards her and kisses her forehead, her fox ears folding against her head as he kissed her. His lips leaving her skin as he gazed at her with half-lidded eyes, placing a hand on her chin and pulled her towards him—pressing her lips against his.

A short and tender kiss is what they shared before parting away slowly, his hands cupping her face affectionately. “You know, I might as well accept your offer of rewarding my good behavior.” he says huskily, he could see her tail freezing in excitement before intertwining his hand with hers and pulled her towards their bedroom.

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I'll write more short fics of their moment with her in her fox form and also,

rabid anon I miss you 😔

sorry for being gone for a long time, I've been suffering with burnt out and with also with school

anyways, husband scaramouche is so Aaron Warner coded.

#genshin impact #genshin fanfic #fanfic #asklxke #lxkewrites #fluff #i love him your honor #scaramouche headcanons #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche #husband scaramouche #lxke's husband scaramouche works

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hxlda-hxlda · 4 days

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sunday morning snippet!! it's 12AM so it counts for sunday!!

“My mum would have a fit,” Sirius said sort out of nowhere.

He was listening, he was. But then his mind had half-drifted off, thinking of conversations at dinner tables where he was forced to wear the dress robes with the too-tight collars and well, okay, maybe Sirius had lost track of all of the words a little while ago.

Remus stopped reading aloud immediately, looking up. “What?” he asked, lacking his usual irritation when interrupted.

Remus wore a rarely open expression. One that drove Sirius to continue, saying something he otherwise might not have. Maybe if the sun was in a different position or if it was a Wednesday instead of a Saturday, or maybe if it was James instead of Remus, or maybe if it was two o’clock in the afternoon instead of five o’clock. Maybe if any single thing had been different Sirius might not have continued the thought, which pressed at his ribs with a steady ache — a bruise begging to be pressed.

“Queers, poofs, whatever.” Sirius waved a hand dismissively. “My mother would throw a fit knowing we’re reading a novel by one of them.”

Remus’ face remained as blank as ever, if not for the slight crease in his forehead.

“She thinks they’re about as bad as mudbloods,” said Sirius, getting to his point after a bit more time had passed. That was about all there was to his point, but it felt significant for some reason. His heart was thundering loudly in his ears. Sirius wondered vaguely if Remus could hear it with his freaky hearing, then realised he probably could.

“What about you?” Remus asked quickly, watching Sirius intensely.

Sirius found looking at Remus to worsen the state of his rapidly beating heart as nervousness, or something, worked its way up his throat. Sirius swallowed, finding Lupin’s gaze too intense. He preferred the sight of his already half-picked thumbnail. He scraped at his thumb a bit more, swallowing again.

“Well, y’know, I don’t think mudbloods are all that bad. Evans is alright when she takes the quill out of her arse for three seconds, I guess.”

Sirius heard a snort of laughter that helped him relax his shoulders some. He continued speaking to his torn thumbnail.

“So… how right could she be about the rest of it, y’know what I mean?” Sirius said it quickly, as though it was a secret he wasn’t supposed to tell. It felt like a secret, in some odd way.

He was met with a silence that immediately made his heart lurch again. He forced himself to glance up, just enough to catch Remus’ eyes. Shockingly, Sirius found that they’d softened. They were far less intense, and even the crease between his eyebrows had disappeared. He was looking all, well, soft. It was a funny sort of look for Remus, Sirius thought. It suited him, yes, but not in the way his usual stoicism did.

“What?” Sirius asked after a while, feeling sheepish under the prolonged eye contact.

“Nothin’,” Remus replied immediately.

“No, no, what?” Sirius shuffled closer on the couch cushions, so close their knees were centermetres from touching. “You have to tell me now. You know how I get when you keep all your little secrets.”

Remus huffed. “Insufferable,” he said with a shake of his head.

“Exactly! Insufferable.”

“This is classic manipulation, you know, threatening poor behaviour like this?”

Sirius shrugged, quirking a smile. “Yes, well, I did have to learn some things from my mother, didn’t I?”

Remus shook his head again, pretending not to laugh in that way he did. “I was just thinking,” he said after a beat.

“About?”

“About how you’re brilliant.”

Sirius’ throat immediately felt thick. “What?”

“Dunno.” Remus somehow managed to avoid and catch Sirius’ eyes simultaneously. They were caramel in the afternoon sun, his favourite kind of sun for Remus’ eyes. “Just… dunno how someone so awful made you. And– and you’re so good.”

Sirius blinked rapidly, swallowing once then twice then a third time to try and rid himself of the lump in his throat. His cheeks burned, his throat, his eyes. He ducked his head.

“Oh,” he said stupidly. And then, “You’re not so bad yourself, Lupin,” he coughed out, having to first compose himself enough to do so.

“Shove off.”

“Go on,” Sirius said, wiping at his eyes as surreptitiously as he could manage. “Read more of the book written by the poof. Maybe I’ll write a report for good ol’ Walburga.”

tagged by my abosolute darling @fiddleleafedfig ! it's a bit longer than a snippet, but i was scrolling through my docs for something and stumbled upon it. it was too cute not to use.

#fic: i won't believe you #writing tag #marauders #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin

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thegreyunderstanding · 28 days

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Praying Drunk

Our Father who art in heaven, I am drunk.

Again. Red wine. For which I offer thanks.

I ought to start with praise, but praise

comes hard to me. I stutter. Did I tell you

about the woman whom I taught, in bed,

this prayer? It starts with praise; the simple form

keeps things in order. I hear from her sometimes.

Do you? And after love, when I was hungry,

I said, Make me something to eat. She yelled,

Poof! You’re a casserole!—and laughed so hard

she fell out of the bed. Take care of her.

Next, confession—the dreary part. At night

deer drift from the dark woods and eat my garden.

They’re like enormous rats on stilts except,

of course, they’re beautiful. But why? What makes

them beautiful? I haven’t shot one yet.

I might. When I was twelve, I’d ride my bike

out to the dump and shoot the rats. It’s hard

to kill your rats, our Father. You have to use

a hollow point and hit them solidly.

A leg is not enough. The rat won’t pause.

Yeep! Yeep! it screams, and scrabbles, three-legged, back

into the trash, and I would feel a little bad

to kill something that wants to live

more savagely than I do, even if

it’s just a rat. My garden’s vanishing.

Perhaps I’ll merely plant more beans, though that

might mean more beautiful and hungry deer.

Who knows?

I’m sorry for the times I’ve driven

home past a black, enormous, twilight ridge.

Crested with mist, it looked like a giant wave

about to break and sweep across the valley,

and in my loneliness and fear I’ve thought,

O let it come and wash the whole world clean.

Forgive me. This is my favorite sin: despair—

whose love I celebrate with wine and prayer.

Our Father, thank you for all the birds and trees,

that nature stuff. I’m grateful for good health,

food, air, some laughs, and all the other things

I’m grateful that I’ve never had to do

without. I have confused myself. I’m glad

there’s not a rattrap large enough for deer.

While at the zoo last week, I sat and wept

when I saw one elephant insert his trunk

into another’s ass, pull out a lump,

and whip it back and forth impatiently

to free the goodies hidden in the lump.

I could have let it mean most anything,

but I was stunned again at just how little

we ask for in our lives. Don’t look! Don’t look!

Two young nuns tried to herd their giggling

schoolkids away. Line up, they called. Let’s go

and watch the monkeys in the monkey house.

I laughed, and got a dirty look. Dear Lord,

we lurch from metaphor to metaphor,

which is—let it be so—a form of praying.

I’m usually asleep by now—the time

for supplication. Requests. As if I’d stayed

up late and called the radio and asked

they play a sentimental song. Embarrassed.

I want a lot of money and a woman.

And, also, I want vanishing cream. You know—

a character like Popeye rubs it on

and disappears. Although you see right through him,

he’s there. He chuckles, stumbles into things,

and smoke that’s clearly visible escapes

from his invisible pipe. It makes me think,

sometimes, of you. What makes me think of me

is the poor jerk who wanders out on air

and then looks down. Below his feet, he sees

eternity, and suddenly his shoes

no longer work on nothingness, and down

he goes. As I fall past, remember me.

- Andrew Hudgins

#hudgins #wall #🖇#like gravity

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silvervioletvalentine · 1 year

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❣️!Oh no, I’ve fallen in love again!❣️

Pairing : Daniel ricciardo X femOC (Cherrie!)

Word count : 8.1k

Summary : in which a three year old becomes Daniels wingman.

The beaming smile that took over Daniels face could surely be seen from all the way on the other side of the paddock as he sprung up from his seat like a over excited kid, waving his hands around in the air manically as he tried to catch his favourite person in the whole worlds to annoy's attention .

Hearing lando let out a loud , amused laugh behind him .

Not at all surprised by the way he was behaving , not even when he abruptly left his lunch with them in favour of trying to get Cherrie to look at him.

Max merely shook his head at him, smiling to himself as they both watched on with humour as Cherrie completely blanked him and pretended he wasn't there.

There was no way she didn't see the way that Daniel was jumping up and down on his spot as he waved his hands in the air like a lunatic , she was only across the barricade talking with her trainer.

She was doing everything that she could not to look at him, pursing her lips as she stubbornly tried to ignore his obnoxious voice bellowing out to her , making everyone's attention snap between the two of them in entertainment.

Unfortunately for her , this was not a new scene at all. Just another Tuesday of Daniel trying to test her limits and see just how far he could push her before she snapped back.

He would even shamelessly admit that her losing her shit on him was one of his favourites parts of their relationship, a relationship that Cherrie wouldn't even entertain.

Dubbing him nothing but a pain in her ass since the very beginning when Daniel had stubbornly decided to target her as a victim to his affections. Affections that she did not want to be receiving .

But no matter how many times she told the Man to leave her the fuck alone before she dropped kicked him, he simply didn't listen .

Instead Telling her that it would be an honour to be drop kicked by her .

Cherrie had almost strangled him. If it hadn't been for Sebastian dragging her away while laughing at how annoyed she was, then she was certain that a crime would have been committed from her.

Something about him just wound her up like no one else could , he got underneath her skin so badly that even the sight of his beaming face made her want to run away and hide.

He lived to annoy the ever lasting fuck out of her and she couldn't stand it!

She already had one kid of her own, she didn't need to be dealing with another man child on top of that.

"Cherrieeeeeeee!" Daniel screamed loudly again , not losing his grin despite the fact that he could clearly see her roll her eyes at him and mutter something to her trainer , no doubt calling him a stupid idiot like she usually did whenever he did this to her.

Which was most days whenever he finally managed to catch up with her .

Daniel found that she could be a real fantastic hide and seek player if she wanted to. Because sometimes when he came around she just , poof! Disappeared like magic .

It was quite impressive really. The determination that she had to avoid him, as though his own stubbornness wouldn't prevail and make him find her just as quick.

Lando snorted from behind him, laughing. "Are you ever gonna give up man? It's getting a little pathetic to see you chasing her all around the grid while she runs away from you ." He informed him amusedly , sharing a look with Max who was trying to tug at the back of Daniels shirt to get him to sit back down.

Daniel just grinned and batted his hand off him , shaking his head as he lifted his hand over his eyes so that he could see her better as the sun beamed down on them.

"Give up? I don't know those two words lando. And why would I give up when it's very clear that she loves me?" He said happily as he blew a kiss in the air towards Cherrie who's face scrunched up in disgust.

Then she smiled brightly back at him.

They all watched as she pretended to catch his flying kiss in her hands , her fake smile dropping just as quickly as it had appeared before she then proceeded to drop his flying kiss on the floor and stomp all over it with her boot.

Then she stuck up both her middle fingers at him before turning her back on him again.

Daniel tilted his head a little sheepishly as he glanced at his friends disbelieving expressions.

"I never said that she loved me openly . She loves me.." he insisted confidently "just secretly." He told them.

Max laughed so hard he almost choked on his drink, patting his friend on the back sympathetically.

"Yeah so secretly that it doesn't even exist! She can't stand you! Why do you keep pushing this?" He wanted to know , genuinely curious to why he wouldn't give up on a woman that did nothing but reject him , brutally . Over and over again.

It was getting hard to watch. Yet it only baffled them further the way that Daniel never gave up. Instead each crushing rejection only seemed to make him more determined to get her to like him back.

Lando nodded his head in agreement to Max's words , squinting his eyes at him in confusion.

"Yeah he's right. There's plenty of other girls that wouldn't hesitate to go out with you!" He reminded him , smiling .

Their friend was a shining ball of happiness and everywhere that he went , people wanted to know him or be his friend.

He was a walking sunshine and yet the one girl that he just couldn't get over was ... midnight rain. A thunderstorm, lightning - a absolute negative Nancy.

They couldn't have been any more different if they tried. Where Daniel smiled, Cherrie scowled.

Where Daniel laughed, Cherrie scoffed. Where he spread compliments and hope, Cherrie spat insults and squashed any hope that lingered with bluntness, she didn't sugar coat anything at all.

She was intimidating as fuck too. She walked around with the aura of someone that wouldn't hesitate to de-kneecap you if you tried to pull any shit on her.

She barely smiled unless she had her kid with her, and even her kid was a little mini version of her .

They had never seen a three year old with such mean insults before. The toddler just strutted around with the same judgmental look on her face as her mother, it was a little funny to witness.

She just went around repeating whatever Cherrie did, so nothing nice really.

Daniel just pulled face at them "I don't want anybody else . I'm telling you, we're soulmates. She's the ying to my yang and the teeth to my mouth. And the toenail to my toe-" he passionately started to rant to them.

Max cut him off before he could go on and on and on "okay. I think we get it mate." He chuckled, shaking his head at him fondly.

Lando just sighed , feeling sorry for him. "But does she know that she's those things for you? I mean ... she's not exactly very ... keen on you is she?" He tried to put it delicately, but it was a bit difficult to sugarcoat her absolute distaste for him.

She wasn't exactly silent with her hatred for him either. Just like Daniel wasn't at all silent with his infatuation for her.

It was ridiculous.

Daniel just casually shrugged his shoulders "she just doesn't know it yet. But she will.." he determinedly said before jumping over the fence with one jump.

Making his friends roll their eyes at how stubborn he was . Watching the way her trainer nudged Cherrie in the shoulder to alert her of his incoming presence , Cherrie looking over her shoulder with a look that could kill as she scowled at him.

Daniel didn't even flinch, the grin still lighting up his face as he started to jog over to her.

Leaving max and lando to sigh in pity , feeling nothing but second hand embarrassment at their friends behaviour.

"She's going to crush his big heart into tiny little pieces." Max stated sadly , shaking his head.

Ever the optimist , lando tried to think positively about it . "Maybe she'll actually come around and grow to love him-" he couldn't even finish his attempt before max shot him a disbelieving look in response .

Lando then sighed "yeah you're right. She's going to break his heart." He pouted a little , feeling sorry for their friends . "Poor Daniel!"

Cherrie huffed to herself as she watched her trainer quickly scuttle away with a apologetic look being left in her direction, clearly not wanting to be involved in the shit show that was about to happen.

Closing her eyes for a moment and wondered why it was always her of all people that Daniel had decided to torture . And why he wouldn't give up, no matter how much of a bitch she was to him.

She was starting to think that there was something clearly wrong with him. Because what kind of idiot smiled in the face of rejection and tried again ... and again and again. Even when they faced the same result?

He had to be insane!

Grimacing a little as she felt his arm land over her shoulders , squeezing her into a quick hug before she could even shake him off.

Squeezing her tightly and even spinning her around a little until she smacked at his arms and yanked him off her.

Glaring at him in Annoyance, shaking her head at him exasperatedly . "Don't you have anybody else you could annoy? I'm busy." She said blandly , checking her phone for a text to see where her assistant had took her daughter to. Already missing her .

Daniel looked around the empty space around her and rose his brow at her blatant lie , before peering over her shoulder nosily to see what she was doing on her phone .

"No. You're my favourite." He muttered honestly bedore grinning excitedly when he read the reply from her assistant telling her that she had juniper with her in the Ferrari lounge.

"She's here?! I thought she was staying with Matt for the weekend?" He exclaimed happily , mentioning her ex boyfriend and her baby daddy Matt.

You would assume that Daniel would dislike the love of his life's ex boyfriend , most men would be envious and jealous of the closeness that they had because of their shared kid. But not Daniel. Oh no.

Daniel had immediately seeked him out to ask him a hundred and one questions about Cherrie, mainly 'how did you get her to like you?' And a slightly more desperate 'how do I get her to stop hating me?'

They two men had even hung out together whenever they could, Matt sneaking him pictures of Cherrie and juniper together for him. Finding it amusing how love struck the driver was with his ex girlfriend.

It was another thing that wound Cherrie up even further. Unable to believe that Daniel had somehow became best friends with her baby daddy, so much so that when she had went over to pick up her baby from her dads , Daniel had opened the door to matts place with a smug grin on his face .

Her child on his back and both of their faces painted as animals.

She almost had a stroke.

She just couldn't escape him, not matter what she did!

"She wanted to watch me race. And she turns into a little witch if she doesn't get her own way." She muttered , typing out a text to her assistant to tell her that she was coming and to not let her wander off.

It wouldn't have been the first time her curious toddler had ran off without telling anyone where she was going. It happened so often now that Cherrie no longer panicked , instead she would sinply go from one garage to the other until she found juniper , often clinging to the legs of another driver as she demanded for them to let her sit in their car.

Because her child wasn't afraid of anything or anyone.

It was either her way or absolutely no way.

"So an exact replica of you then." Daniel stated in amusement as he started to walk beside her , skipping a little ahead of her so that he could see her face when they talked .

Or when he talked and she reluctantly answered him.

She just huffed at his truthful statement and ignored him.

Daniel pressed on "how was your weekend then? Miss me? Because I missed you!" He shamelessly told her . Grinning at the glare she immediately shot him.

He had quickly learned that any type of feelings other than hatred made her absolutely uncomfortable . She seemed to struggle when any type of positivity or compliments were given her way, as though she had never been given them before and didn't know what to do with them.

So Daniel had made it his mission to give her them every time he saw her. Enjoying the way her cheeks would flush and she would try to hide it from him, but he never missed it .

Not when it came to her, he noticed every little thing about her.

"Well you weren’t in my weekend so it was lovely Daniel. Very quiet and peaceful." She stated bluntly , attempting to trip him up with her foot.

Daniel just jumped over her shoe and laughed , reaching over to ruffle her hair , enjoying the glare she shot him as she quickly tried to flatten her hair again.

"Boring!" Daniel exclaimed tutting at her in mock disapproval .

“You should have went out with me. We could have done something fun together!" He brought up her latest rejection to his date, not at all put off by it.

He would get her to crack even If it was the last thing he did.

Cherrie frowned over at him, pursing her lips in mild annoyance .

“I don't want to date you Daniel. You're not my type." She lied to him. Not even believing herself when she said it.

He was exactly her type but Cherrie had already had her heart broken before. It wasn't just her own heart that she had to guard now, it was her child's too. This wasn't about her .

She just couldn't be having a man around the two of them if he wasn't there to stay, she just couldn't go through it again.

And she liked Daniel. She did. But so did everybody else .

He was the people's sunshine and Cherrie was certain that as soon as she gave into him and he no longer had to play the chase, that he would grow bored with her and move on.

Because she wasn't like he was. She didn't light up a room or laugh for no reason at all. She didn't do adventurous things or having a million friends.

Her life was simple. She woke up in the morning and made her and her baby some food , then she dropped her baby off with her family , then she raced, then she went home. That was it. Nothing fun or exciting .

Nothing like his own life that was full of memory makers and excitement.

She didn't want to bring him down. Didn't want to saddle him with her boring life and the commitments that came with being a mother.

She just wanted the best for him. And Cherrie didn't think that she was it.

Daniel shot her a disbelieving look, waving his hands over himself with a playful scoff.

"So absolutely charming and unbelievably handsome , funny and charastmatic- and super smart isn't your type?" He smirked at her , wiggling his eyebrows at her .

Then he started to lift up his shirt to give her a show "how about these bad boys-" he wiggled his abs at her like he was enticing her in with desert . Tensing them and posing dramatically , giving them a smack just to try and make her laugh.

Cherrie just yanked his shirt back down and rolled her eyes , biting on the inside of her cheek so she didn't break out into a grin. Not wanting to feed into his ego.

"No. I like my men like a library Daniel." She muttered as they got closer to the Ferrari home.

He frowned at her in confusion , pausing for a moment as he looked all over her pretty face for answers. Getting absolutely none .

"Full of books?" He guessed cluelessly. Quickly jogging up to catch up with her again once he noticed her pick up her pace to try and get away from him.

Cherrie snorted at that. "Quiet. I like them to be quiet." She told him with a small smirk , looking over her shoulder at him as she pulled open the door and entered into the back room. "Something you're not."

Daniel looked at her in offence . Ignoring the looks that he was receiving for being in Ferrari hospitality , he swung his arm over her shoulder and nudged their hips together .

"I can be quiet!" He lied.

She knocked his arm off her and give him a pointed look . "Go on then. If you can be quite for five minutes , and I mean completely silent.." she smirked knowingly "then I'll go on a date with you." She told him already knowing that he would fail.

Daniels face lit up , beaming at her. "Really? Great! I can do it. Get ready for the best date of your entire life babe. Cause I'm the king of dates-" he cut him less off as a thought came to mind.

"Wait! When does this challenge start?" He asked her , running his fingers through the ends of her long hair absentmindedly .

Cherrie just smiled smugly "now!" Was all she said before pushing open the door to the room and walking in.

Immediately a high pitched voice reached their ears as juniper jumped down from the couch and bulldozed right into her legs. Almost making her fall over if it wasn't for Daniels hand on her back keep her upright .

"Mummy! Look what I did!" Her little girl exclaimed as she proudly pulled her over to the other side of the room where her racing suit was hung up ready for her to wear .

"I made it pretty!" She told her , beaming up at her proudly.

Cherrie looked at her suit that was now covered in flowers and stick figures, as well as a couple of animals drawn all over the front of it.

Inhaling deeply to remind herself that patience was a virtue and that her daughter only wanted to make her happy.

She plastered on a smile and patted the top of her head gently . Laughing a little "ah- it looks amazing honey. I like the flowers. Very cute." She told her , admiring her artwork with a little bit of mother's pride . Noticing how much better she had gotten at colouring in the lines over the past few weeks.

Then juniper turned and caught sight of Daniel smiling at them, her big eyes rolling as she let out a loud , dramatic groan at the sight of him.

"Oh no mummy! Not him again!" She whined. Just as exasperated with Daniel as her mother was.

Making everyone in the room laugh at the look on Daniels face as he gaped down at juniper in disblief, holding a hand over his heart in mock heartbreak.

"Ouch! How could you say that to the man that took you to the zoo on Saturday! I thought we had fun!" He reminded her with a grin , ruffling her hair as he walked over to them.

Cherries head snapped over to him quickly , wondering if she heard him right.

“You took her to the zoo?!" It was the first time she heard of it .

Daniel just nodded with a casual smile as though it was no big deal.

"yeah. Matt had to take a work call and it was too boring being stuck in the house. Wasn't it?" He directed towards her daughter who had forgotten to mention any of this to her.

Juniper nodded her head , lighting up at the reminder of the fun day she had with him.

"Yeah! I got to see a baboons ass!" She giggled loudly before side eyeing Daniel judgmentally

"Danny got scared of the lions though! He screamed like a wuss!" She ratted him out without hesitation.

Cherrie let out a laugh despite herself . Trying and failing to give her a stern look.

"We don't say ass. We say butt remember?" She tried to correct her.

Daniel scoffed "yet you say absolutely nothing about her calling me a wuss!" Though he tilted his head with a raise of his brows as he recalled the exact baboon that she was talking about .

"it was a very big, and very colourful ass though. I think I got a picture of it-"

Realising then exactly where she had gotten the word from, she squinted her eyes at Daniel and swatted at his arm before he could pull out his phone and show her pictures of the baboons ass that they had seen.

"Daniel! I knew it was you she got it from-" then she huffed and let out a 'ha!' As she realised something.

Smugly smirking up at him as he glanced down at her in confusion.

"You've already lost the challenge by the way! I knew you couldn't keep quite!" She laughed , proud of herself.

Daniels face dropped, letting out a loud gasp . His eyes going wide as he realised that she was right.

"Nooooo!" He cried out . Placing his hands over his face in annoyance.

“That doesn't count! That's junipers fault!" He then preoceeded to point his finger at the three year old with a accusing frown on his face .

Her daughter just sassily put her hands on her tiny hips and stuck her tongue out at him.

Cherrie laughed and shook her head, waving her finger at him tauntingly . "Nope! This is all on you! You lost so no date!" She High fived her three year old proudly .

Daniel wasn't having it. Raising his brows at the two of theme , he just shrugged and then sighed loudly "fine. Not date then no juniper!" He declared with a grin before reaching forward and picking juniper up, dangling her upside down as he marched towards the door with her.

The toddler giggling hysterically as she waved her hands upside down at everyone "bye! Bye! Mommy!"

Cherrie could only watch in silent disbelief as he disappeared out of the room , watching them through the glass window as he turned her the right way up again. Juniper climbing onto his back instead as they ran away and out of the Ferrari garage without another word.

Looking over to her assistant with wide eyes , she gaped .

“He kidnapped my baby!" She exclaimed bedore side eyeing her giggling team in disbelief.

"And you guys wanted me to go out with him! A baby snatcher!" She scoffed. Smiling a little despite herself as she picked up a pack of candy and made her way over to the couch to relax.

Despite her front she knew that she could trust Daniel to take care of juniper. He may have annoyed the living hell out of her but he loved her kid and wouldn't let anything happen to her .

And honestly , another few minutes of peace and quite wouldn't hurt anybody .

Daniel sat the three year old on his lap as he ripped open the lid off the container that was filled with fruit , picking up a large strawberry and passing it to the girl . Before picking up one for himself , both of them chewing on their fruit as they gazed over to tracks where the odd crew member was milling about.

Feeling his heart race excitedly as he realised that pretty soon he and Cherrie would be racing against each other on that very track, in two very different cars.

Glancing down at the red hat that was perched ontop of junipers head, he pulled it off in one quick motion making the three year old tilt her head back to look at him with a scowl.

Making Daniel let out a loud laugh , whistling "wow you look just like your mother with that glare! Impressive!" He exclaimed , still grinning as he pulled off his own cap with his car number on it and placed it ontop of her head instead .

Juniper pulled off the cap almost Immediately, looking down at it with a cute scrunch of her eyebrows , clearly not impressed.

"I don't want a loser cap!" She protested, ever the Ferrari fan. Shoving another piece of fruit into her tiny mouth as she judgmentally stared him down.

Daniel couldn't believe how mean she was, a literal carbon copy of her mother!

"Hey! That's a legends cap! I beat your mother on the track ya know!" He reminded her proudly. Taking the cap from her and stubbornly popping it back down on her head again.

Juniper just frowned at him, then she reached forward and pinched his nose hard enough that he gasped and tapped her hand away from him with wide eyes. Shocked.

"Only Once! Mommy beat you every other time! She's a winner!" She defended her mother ferociously , glaring at him till he was squirming in his seat

Unable to believe that he was getting a hard stare from a three year old. And judging by the nose pinch, she was threatening him too!

Moving her around until she was side ways on his lap isntead, he side eyed her. Unable to stop the smile from spreading across his face at the way she was so protective of Cherrie.

Sighing in mock defeat, he nodded his head in agreement. "You're right. She is. You know what else she's also the winner of?" He mischievously asked the toddler . Shoving a piece of orange into his mouth as he waited for her to answer.

Even the three year old knew how annoyingly obsessed with her mother he was and sighed dramatically .

“What?" She mumbled, reluctantly keeping his cap on her head this time. His puppy eyes making her feel bad.

Daniel grinned "my heart! I just need to win hers now." He stated shamelessly . This having not been the first time that he had rambled his woes about Cherrie to the kid. "Any tips?" He wanted to know.

Juniper giggled a little at him, shaking her head. Remembering the way her mommy had told her that Daniel was a loveable idiot that wouldn't leave her alone when she had asked her why he kept sending flowers to their house.

"No more flowers! They make her sneeze!" She informed him helpfully. Because despite her huffing and puffing the three year old really did like Daniel.

He always brought her toys and her favourite food. He showed her how to play video games and how to play football whenever she was at her dads.

He took her to the zoo and got her ice cream! But most of all she could see just how much he loved her mom.

Every time he looked at her it was as though physical hearts were going to pop out of his eyes!

She thought it was funny how her mother kept shoving him away from her like he was an annoying fly, yet Cherrie couldn't stop smiling when he was gone. Muttering about what an idiot he was despite the happy look on her face that only appeared when Daniel had made her day again.

Daniel hummed "okay. No more flowers. How about wine? Do you know what type your mommy drinks?" He questioned her , pulling out his phone and pulling up the camera app.

Holding it out in front of them and pulling a face, juniper giggling as she stuck out her tongue at the screen. Daniel quickly snapping a photo of them to send to Cherrie .

You're never getting her back. We're best buds now!

He captioned it just to annoy her some more.

"She drinks anything. But Daddy said that tequila is why they have me." She bluntly repeated to Daniel, having no idea what that meant.

Daniel burst into startled laughter , "oh my god!" He couldn't stop grinning . Pinching the cheek of the three year old who was looking cluelessly up at him, wondering why he was laughing so hard.

"Okay. I'll remember that one." He muttered to himself in amusement . He was definitely going to be getting her tequila then. Already daydreaming about how a mini version of him and Cherrie would be like.

If it was anything like juniper , then it would be the funniest and most sassiest kid in the world.

Juniper sighing made him give her his attention again, his smile slowly fading once he noticed the serious look on her little face. Her eyes wide and curious as she scanned him up and down.

"What's up Juney? What's got you looking so serious?" He asked her, tipping the edge of the his cap up that was a little big on her tiny head so that he could see her eyes fully. Cherries eyes.

She reached out and started playing with the necklace that hung around his neck, one that he never took off.

It was a rare gift that Cherrie had given him when he won the race, it was a tiny resin version of their cars racing side by side in front of the finish line.

Daniel had genuinely shed a tear when she gave him it , with her avoiding his eyes and mumbling her congratulations to him. Clearly uncomfortable with being nice to him.

Daniel had swept her up into a hug anyways, kissing her cheeks and refusing to let go of her until she stomped on his foot with a huff, telling him that was enough.

It was then that he knew he had a chance. Having noticed the way she had proudly glanced over at him on the podium , patting him on the back and even bringing up juniper to see him as well.

It had been the greatest day of his life and a picture of the three of them on the podium that Matt had captured still hung proudly above his tv.

"Do you love my mommy? Like really love her?" She wanted to know. Frowning at him seriously.

Daniel didn't even hesitate, his fingers gently playing with her messy curls . The same ones as her mother.

"Yes I do. I love her more and more each day. Why?" He replied, eyes scanning her tiny face curiously.

Juniper pulled at his necklace again, trying to say what she was thinking correctly . Struggling for the right words for a moment before answering him.

"Cause' I want you to be my mommy's boyfriend. But only if you're gonna stay forever . I want you to take me and mommy to the zoo." She mumbled a little shyly , having really become attached to him over the last year.

It was hard not to considering he was always around and he refused to leave until Cherrie physically kicked him out.

Daniel felt a lump rise in his throat , feeling emotional at the strange way that her daughter was virtually giving him her blessing to be with her mum.

The thought of being able to take them both out on cute family dates almost made him cry , sniffling a little as he shuffled her little body so that her head was resting in his neck, hugging her close .

Rocking them from side to side , his smile pressing against the side of her head as she snuggled into him happily.

"Me too kid, me too. We just need to convince your mommy to let me stay forever . Then it's a done deal." He told her truthfully , his mind spinning with all the different ways he could convince her to give him a chance .

All he wanted was her , he just needed a chance to be able to show her just how serious he was about her , and her family too. Because they were a package deal and there was nothing more that Daniel wanted than to be a part of their little family.

Juniper hummed before pulling back to look up at him again, eyes widening .

“What if I ask her? She loves me! So maybe she'll listen then!" She offered up excitedly .

Daniel noticed that the time had flew by and that they had to get ready for their race , carefully lifting her up off his lap he carefully put her down on the floor again.

Holding her little hand instead as he began to lead her back to the Ferrari garage where Cherrie was no doubt waiting for them.

Then he got an idea. Face lighting up as he looked down at the mini Cherrie excitedly.

"I know! You tell her that if I win the race then she had to go out with me tonight! She won't be able to say no to your cute little face!" He squeezed said litle face mischievously. Laughing at the unimpressed side eye she gave him.

Batting his haands from her chubby cheeks, she simply huffed. "But then you'd have to win!"

Daniel gasped "are you doubting me? You don't think I can win?!" He acted offended , flicking her forehead gently.

Juniper just giggled , grinning up at him.

“No. Your car is shit." She repeated what she had heard her mother say a thousand times before.

Making Daniel gape down at her in disbelief "okay. Ouch! Also don't say that!" He tapped the top of her head a couple of times. Nodding at the Ferrari crew that were eyeing him in amusement as he escorted the little menace back to her mother.

"Bad word remember?" He tried to scold her but he just couldn't stop laughing.

Juniper just grinned "bad car remember?" She shot back at him. Bedore spotting Cherrie and making a run for it.

Leaving Daniel to shake his head in absolute amazement .

"She's so mean! What have you done to such a cute , innocent little girl Cherrie?!" He called over to her , laughing despite himself as he walked over to them.

She was already zipped up in her vandalised race Suit, giving him a unimpressed look when he started taking pictures of her in her suit that was covered in junipers doodles.

"I taught her to be honest. So anything that she said is true." Cherrie simply replied . Before looking down at her daughter with a smile .

"You okay? Daniel didn't give you too much of a headache did he honey?" She cooed at her Before raising her eyebrow at the cap that was on her head.

Frowning to herself Before she glanced back up to Daniel "where’s her Ferrari hat gone?" She wanted to know.

He just shrugged with a cheeky grin "the strangest thing happened . It just grew legs and walked itself into the nearest trash can!" He told her.

Cherrie just rolled her eyes at him and turned around to grab her fire proof balaclava ready for the race .

While her back was turned, Daniel quickly nudged juniper . Widening his eyes at her and nodding over to Cherrie pointedly .

"Tell her!" He mouthed at her , waving his hands towards her mother frantically. Eyeing the watch on his wrist in slight panic.

He had about another minute before he had to race back to his own garage to get ready as well.

The three year old rolled her eyes at him but did as he said, turning to tug at cherries racing suit impatiently.

Cherrie turned back around and rose her eyebrow at her daughter "what?" She questioned curiously , noticing the way Daniel was innocently smiling at them while rocking on the heels of his feet like a naughty child.

Juniper smiled brightly "can you promise me something mommy?" She started , lifting up her little finger ready.

Cherrie eyed the two of them suspiciously, frowning down at junipers pinky in caution.

"Depends what it is.." she answered.

Juniper huffed , waving her pinky even harder at her . "It's good! I promise it'll make you happy! Just pinky promise it!" She demanded bossily.

She gave in and hooked her pinky with junipers tiny one, regretting teaching her such a thing now.

She knew that she couldn't break the pinky promise either because her daughter would never trust her to keep her promises again otherwise.

"Fine. What is it?"

Juniper giggled happily , Daniel patting the top of her head proudly now that the deal had already been sealed.

"If Daniel wins the race you have to go on a date with him tonight. And forever after that too. He's also going to take us to the zoo every month!" She added some parts to the promise herself .

Making Daniel raise his eyebrow at her in amusement , having said no such thing about it being a monthly zoo trip. But he wasn't going to complain.

Cherrie groaned loudly , rolling her eyes at the two of them.

“God! I should have known that you'd use my baby against me!" She whined , glaring at him .

Daniel just beamed back at her, shrugging proudly.

"A mans gotta do what a mans gotta do baby!" He cheesed at her . Wrapping his arm around her shoulders and giving her a side hug.

"I've gotta get ready but I'll see you at our date tonight yeah?" He ducked down to kiss her cheek obnoxiously before she could even stop him.

Dropping her a quick wink before skipping away and out of the Ferrari garage.

Leaving Cherrie to exasperatedly yell "you have to actually win first jackass!"

Making juniper giggle "that's what I said!"

Daniel just called back a confident and casual "I will! I Love you!" Before disappearing from their sight.

Cherrie gaped at the spot where he had just been stood, opening and shutting her mouth several times as his words sank into his head.

"Did he just say he loves me?" She wondered out loud in shock.

Her three year old daughter just gave her a look "duh! He's loved you since forever mummy! That's why he won't leave you alone!" She told her like it was obvious , because to her it was.

Cherrie swallowed and exhaled loudly , distractedly nudging her daughter over to her assistant so she could finish getting ready for the race.

Daniel loved her. Was all she could think to herself in absolute shock. I mean, she knew that he at least had a crush on her but in love?

Holy fuck.

Daniel's happy yells could be heard for miles as he jumped out of his car and into the arms of his team , all of them celebrating his win.

Feeling his heart race in his chest as he grinned excitedly "Cherrie was in P2 right?!" Was the first thing he said , glancing over his shoulder to the Ferrari that was pulling in behind him.

His engineer nodded with a knowing laugh, patting him proudly on the back. "Course she was!"

Daniel wasted no time in running over and pulling out the wheel for her so that she could pull herself up out of the car .

Handing the wheel to her engineer , he grabbed ahold of her waist and pulled her to him, both of them laughing with adrenaline as they celebrated their win.

"Fuck yeah! P1 and p2 baby! See! Even on the podium we belong together!" He teased her , swinging her around in Circles making her shriek with laughter .

Slapping at his shoulder to get him to put her down, Daniel quickly flipped up her visor so he could see her eyes again. Doing the same with his own.

"Shut up! I can't believe you won! Congrats Danny!" She breathed out genuinely happy for him, patting his back a couple of times as he brought her into another hug. Unable to believe that he had actually done it as well.

He supposed he had a good reason to win.

Bedore he could remind her of the date she had promised him, they both heard a loud excited screech and a familiar voice yelling their names.

Turning around to see junipers little legs speeding towards them at full speed , making Daniel laugh as he knelt down and held out his arms to catch her.

"You won!" She threw her little body at him, giggling excitedly as he spun her around like he had done with her mother . Rocking them side to side as she hugged his head.

"I didn't think you would!" She then told him shamelessly .

Cherrie snorted at that, stroking back the messy hair from her baby's face as she smiled at her . Her own heart warming at the sight of Daniel hugging juniper close as though she was his own.

She could see how much juniper loved him too as she hugged his neck and kissed his helmet sweetly , as though too soothe the sting of her careless words.

Daniel just laughed "wow thanks ! Glad to know you believed in me you little menace!" He kept ahold of her as he turned them to face Cherrie again. Seeing her take a photo of the two of them happily.

He knew then that this was it. This was the life that he wanted. The two of them by his side forever .

His heart sang.

Juniper then slapped at her mothers helmet impatiently , giggling loudly .

“You have to date Daniel now mommy! You promised!" She reminded her proudly

Daniel high fiving the little girl quickly , so fucking happy he felt like he could scream.

Cherrie just sighed and placed her hands on her hips in defeat. Looking at Daniel as her eyes softened "a promise is a promise." Was all she said Bedore their assistants called their names and told them to head up to the podiums.

Quickly pulling off their helmets. They handed them to their crew, Daniel quickly running back over to say goodbye to juniper , giving her a kiss on the head and a promise of getting her a lifetime of her favourite candy for pulling this off. The girl just giggling as she pushed him away towards her mother instead.

"I heard that tequila gets you pregnant." He said randomly to Cherrie as he catched up to her , wrapping his arm around her waist as they were lead up to the podium to celebrate .

Ignoring everyone around them, Daniel could only look at her with Hearts in his eyes.

Cherrie pressed her lips together , sighing. "Stupid Matt." She just muttered , shaking her head.

Daniel snorted "I have a bottle at home.." he wiggled his eyebrows at her teasingly . Not letting himself get disconnected from her even as they walked up the steps to the stage.

"Absolutely not. Not on the first date." She blurted out, flustered.

Daniel had never felt more victorious in his life. Gently squeezing her waist as he beamed "second date then?"

Laughing loudly when she pushed him away with a roll of her eyes, grinning as she shoved him towards the 1st place podium instead .

Standing on the 2nd place beside him, she looked to her right and smiled at him.

Her walls finally falling down as she saw the pure love in his eyes for her , the way he wouldn't look away from her even with the crowd chanting his name below them.

"You're lucky that you're cute! Because you're so fucking annoying!" She laughed as they placed their hands over their chest as they listened to his national anthem playing.

Once it was over and they were handed the bottles of champagne to spray , he looked into her eyes and said all that was on his mind.

"I'm in love with you!" He shouted to her with a heartfelt grin before he popped the cork off the bottle and sprayed her from head to toe in champagne.

Titling her head so that the booze didn't get into her eyes, she giggled hysterically as she turned her bottle on him and soaked him right back. Aiming for his face until there was nothing left.

"I love you too jackass!" She exclaimed , so unbelievably happy. Not caring that the cameras were picking up every single moment between them.

All she cared about was him.

Daniel clearly thought the same thing as he placed his trophy in one arm and then wrapped his other arm around her neck till her head rested in the crook of his elbow , then he dipped her and pressed his lips to her own in a champagne coated kiss.

Hearing the crowd gasp and scream excitedly at the sight of the two racing champions kissing played out on the large tv for all to see.

"I love you. I love you. I love you." He breathlessly repeated against her lips as he pulled her back up right, kissing all over her face.

Making her giggle as he licked the champagne up from her cheek that was dripping down, wrapping her arm around his waist to keep him up right as he leant all of his weight against her , beaming down at her ecstatically.

"I love juniper too. I owe her the worlds biggest tub of candy for this!" He exclaimed , laughing as he wiped the champagne from her face with his hands .

Pulling away for a moment , he held out the champions cup for her to hold.

"One sec! I want to update the last photo of us from last time!" He was referring to the picture above his tv of her , juniper and him on the podium the last time he had won what felt so long ago now.

He looked at Cherrie for permission, grinning when she nodded her consent as he jogged down the stairs and plucked up juniper from her assistants arms.

The three year old giggling as he blew a raspberry on her cheek , jogging straight back up to Cherrie , putting her down for a moment so she could hug her mom.

"Think you can hold it okay?" He asked juniper as he picked up the trophy and held it out for her with a smile.

Ruffling her hair when she nodded enthusiastic, practically snatching it from him with wide eyes as she lifted it above her head with two hands like she was made to do it.

Making both he and Cherrie laugh as he bent down and hoisted her up to sit on his shoulders, juniper squealing and screaming excitedly as they gazed down at the crowd below them, a sea of people screaming their names.

Tears springing to his eyes as he pulled Cherrie into his side , gently knocking their heads together , laughing emotionally as they looked up at the screen, watching juniper shake the trophy in the air proudly while she sat perched on his shoulders like she belonged there.

They looked like a real family. The thought made the tears slip from his eyes as he shook his head in awe and pulled Cherrie in for another kiss.

"This is forever . I promise." He sniffled as he intertwined his pinky finger with hers, Cherrie just smiling at him softly as she kissed their intertwined fingers in a silent promise of her own.

Then Daniel felt juniper slap at his face to get his attention, titling his head up to her and laughing Wetly when he saw her extending her tiny pinky finger to him as well with a expectant look on her cute little face.

"You have to promise to love me forever too!" She told him as though it was obvious. Impatiently waving her pinky at him again.

Daniel didn't hesitate in hooking their pinky's together, kissing her little finger with a heart warming laugh.

"I love you too you little menace! Trips to the zoo for life after this!" He promised her seriously .

Knowing that if it wasn't for her interference then he would have probably been facing yet another rejection.

But instead of a rejection, he had won not only the race but his own little family too.

He couldn't have asked for anything better than that.

Spotting max and lando in the crowd with looks of matching disbelief on their faces as all of his friends who had watched him desperately pine over Cherrie all year and fail over and over again , watched him finally win her over .

He smugly wiggled his fingers at them as they gaped up at him in shock.

It really couldn't have gotten any better than this.

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Saturday | Eddie Munson x Bitchy Reader

Summary: Eddie and reader are enemies who fuck on the down low. Reader attends a party that Eddie specifically asked her not to go to, but why would she ever listen to him?

Warnings: 18+ content, minors do not interact, drug use, language, reader gets very drunk, sexual violence, violent violence, angst, mentions of vomit

2.5k+ words

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Once the afterglow from your closet rendezvous had left his system Eddie was left with a niggling sense of irritation, a feeling that only grew the longer he tried to ignore it. By Friday evening he was in a foul mood and the Hellfire members couldn’t help but notice it. Dustin was the only one brave enough to ask Eddie if anything was wrong, but the black look he received quickly informed the group that whatever was eating Eddie was not something he was going to share.

Hellfire ended on time that night, an event that was previously thought to be a myth. Eddie waved everyone off when they attempted to help him clear the room,

“ ‘s fine, just go home.” No one was going to argue with him tonight so they quietly said their goodbyes and left him in the room. Eddie packed the set up into its boxes, trying desperately to shake the image from his mind that had been plaguing him all day.

It was you. You were giggling, hair untied from its usual ponytail so your curls framed your face, your cheeks were flushed as hands ran up your thighs. A soft sigh escapes your parted lips as your partner comes up to kiss you, hands running over all of your sensitive spots that Eddie himself knew like they were on his own body.

Except, your partner wasn’t Eddie. In Eddie’s mind, he’d walked in on this scene and was watching from the door while a party carried on from behind him. Most of today he’d been able to shake it from his head before it escalated, it was like his brain was intent on torturing him with this image.

You, on the other hand, were totally fine. Your Friday evening was spent in your bedroom with Chrissy trying on outfits for the party the next day.

“You still haven’t told me where you disappeared to after Spanish. We were walking along and then poof! You were gone!”

“Had to pee Chris.”

“Don’t lie to me, Louise said you ditched Math. No pee takes that long.”

“I was having digestive distress.”

“Also a lie.” Chrissy narrows her eyes at you while you rummage through your drawers, trying to find some tights. She wasn’t stupid, she was giving you a chance to tell you herself, she’d already heard the rumor about you and Eddie in the closet but wanted to hear it from you.

“Fine. Yes, the rumor you heard is accurate.”

“In a closet? On campus?” You shrug chuckling at her expression,

“Honestly? Miles better than sitting in a stuffy classroom for an hour.”

“And its not weird? You guys haven’t fallen in love with each other or anything?”

“God no, perish the thought of me falling in love with Eddie Munson. He’s a good fuck, that’s all it is. He feels the same.”

“You guys talk? When you’re fucking?”

“It’s more like an unspoken truth.”

“Hmm.” Chrissy remains unconvinced that neither of you are being affected by your activities.

“We both know the score, I’m a free agent, free to fuck whoever I please tomorrow.”

“And he’s okay with that?”

You remember the flicker of anger you felt from Eddie at the mention of you sleeping with someone at the party, the way he had grabbed you, told you he would ruin you for anyone else, held you so tight you thought you might break.

“Totally okay with it.”

Eddie made his drop at Jason’s a few hours before the party, keen to get it over with and to avoid seeing you. The growing unease he felt while driving up to the house only worsened as Rick drove past, obviously leaving Jason’s having performed a similar delivery. Rick wasn’t necessarily a bad dude, but he had no problems selling to bad dudes. Then again, Eddie was also selling to bad dudes, just with more stipulations on what he would sell.

Eddie was met by one of Jason’s friends at the door for handover, Prince Carver was obviously much too busy with party planning to deal with drug deals, plus Eddie doubts Carver would ever be caught dead by drugs from anyone, it would ruin the clean boy image.

“Patrick, Jason needs your help moving some sofas, Chrissy and I are much too weak for such work, we need a strong man.” Eddie freezes as he hears your flirtatious giggle from inside the house. You step out into the hall from a room and Eddie is unable to hear the words that leave your lips over the sound of blood roaring in his ears.

You’re wearing a red dress that skims the tops of your thighs, legs clad in fishnet tights, heels showing off how toned your legs are. Eddie’s eyes take in every detail, down to the rollers which are still in your hair.

“I can finish up here, you go help Jason, you big brute.” You slap Patrick’s arm affectionately and giggle as he hands the cash to you and enters the room you appeared from.

“Is it all here?” Eddie stares blankly at you until your click your fingers in his face, “Munson! Is it all here?”

Eddie shakes himself and nods at you, handing over a brown paper bag to you and you hand him the money. You thank him and slowly close the door, once you’re out of sight Eddie seems to remember to breathe and that he should leave.

The image of you with someone else had been bad enough, but seeing your outfit meant he was now seeing everything in excruciating detail, seeing you flirt with Patrick meant that your partner was no longer just a faceless, vaguely male shape. It was Patrick’s hands tangling in your hair, Patrick’s hips that your legs lock around. Your red dress hanging around your waist as Patrick touches your breasts, red lipstick transferring from your lips onto Patrick’s skin.

How Eddie made it home without crashing the van as a result of his brain being determined to torment him is a mystery to him. He stays sitting in the van until his hands stop shaking. Wayne had already left for work so Eddie is facing the prospect of being alone with his thoughts until the morning. So he smokes, he burns through his personal stash over the course of a few hours, more a chimney than a man at this point.

You lean back and close your eyes as hands run through your hair, you’ve always loved having your hair played with, and this extends to hair styling as you’re now discovering as Chrissy unwinds your curled hair from the rollers at the back of your head, as you’d done for her.

“I hate to bring this up right now...”

“Then please don’t.”

“You saw how Eddie looked at you. Are you really sure there’s no feeling there?”

“Chris, no offense, but you were watching from a window, I got the full face. There wasn’t a look.”

“Bullshit.” Chrissy lets a rare near-swear go and you turn in your chair, mock scandal on your face,

“Chrissy Cunningham what is that foul language?” She laughs,

“You’re corrupting me!!” You link arms with her and head out of the bathroom and down to the party, keen to avoid any further discussion of Eddie for an evening.

You’re giddy a few hours in, going shot for shot with the basketball team will do that to someone. Jason has already switched Chrissy to water, but you? You’re a free agent, and determined to prove that a cheerleader can handle their drink better than any man. Your trash talking has attracted a small crowd and your attention has been caught by a guy you don’t remember seeing at school.

On a break from pounding shots you nudge Chrissy and use your eyes to indicate the guy,

“Who is that?”

“M’not sure, think he’s just one of the guy’s friends. Never met him before.”

“Well cute, tall stranger is making eyes at me.” You flounce over, alcohol tipping you beyond confidence into over-confidence, you go to introduce yourself but he beats you to the punch,

“Finally, was wondering how long I’d have to stare at you to get you to stop pounding shots and just say hi.”

“Well, hi?”

“I’m Hunter.”

You snort and give him your name in return, “Well, Hunter, what’s the prey tonight?”

He smiles and hands you a drink, “You, if I’m lucky.”

You politely decline the drink and he shrugs, taking a glug, “Fine by me, more for me. Smart girl though, not taking drinks from strangers.”

“Does Team Cheerleader admit defeat?” Andy jeers from the table where he’s set up more shot glasses.

“Never.”

You return to your position, quickly knocking back two shots while Andy is still pouring his,

“Jesus.” Andy has a look of almost fear in his eyes.

There is no high on Earth that could stop Eddie’s mind from racing the way it has been. At least that’s how it feels to him right now. He’s also cleared out of anything other than weed until tomorrow night, so it’s not like he could try.

Sick of torturing himself, he decides he’s going to crash the party, he rationalizes that maybe if he does see what he thinks he will that it might kick him into some kind of rational thinking. He might still be able to walk away.

“Hunter. w-who names their kid that. fuck that’s funny.” Your speech is slurred and legs are uncoordinated as your new companion helps you upstairs, insisting you need to lie down, take a nap. Chrissy had tried to intervene but you waved her off insisting you were fine, and Hunter was fine too.

But now you’re alone in a room with a virtual stranger who has anything but a nap on his mind, and this only dawns on you as you are shoved against a wall, rough hands grabbing at you.

“Hunter ‘m too drun for thi-” Your words are cut off by lips being pressed to yours, a foreign tongue invading your mouth, smearing your lipstick as you try to turn your face. You’re being forced onto the bed now, and in your fear your body goes limp, willing it to just be over with. You hear the sound of fabric ripping, and then a loud bang as the bedroom door is thrown open.

Of all the scenes Eddie could have walked into, this one was something he never would have wanted to imagine. You, looking barely conscious on the bed with some creep’s hands all over you. Eddie grabbed Hunter and threw him to the ground, fists laying blows until his rings were covered in blood, Hunter was barely able to register was happening before Eddie broke his nose. Eddie was still seething and shaking as you slipped off the bed and knelt beside him, Hunter had gone limp under Eddie, blood bubbling from his broken nose was the only way you could tell he was still alive.

“Eddie? Eddie ‘m okay. Stop now.” You sniffle slightly on the last word and he turns to you, a hand gently stroking your face,

“Promise me you’re okay?” You nod, your hand laying over his. “He didn- I got here in time right?” You nod again,

“Can you take me home?” You hiccup slightly “I was supposed to stay here but...”

Eddie straightens up and takes your hand to help you to your feet. You manage to sneak down the stairs together, everyone’s attention turned to Patrick doing a keg stand. Chrissy is waiting by the front door, eyeing you nervously.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I tried to follow you guys but he locked the door and I couldn’t get in but then Eddie showed up looking for you.” Chrissy lets out a choked sob and you pull her in for a hug,

“You did good, I promise I’m okay. Eddie’s going to give me a ride home.”

“Thank you.” Chrissy nods to Eddie awkwardly as she opens the door for you guys to leave before returning to Jason, making an excuse that you got sick and wanted to go home.

“Have you seen Andy’s friend anywhere? H-something? I don’t know.”

Chrissy shakes her head at Jason, deciding it better to let someone else deal with the unconscious dirtbag upstairs.

The atmosphere in the van is tense, Eddie hasn’t said a word to you since you climbed in, you don’t bother asking how he knows where you live as he starts driving. You slump back into your seat, eyeing Eddie nervously,

“So...”

“We can’t do this anymore.” Eddie’s tone is flat and matter of fact and you know immediately what he’s talking about, but you ask anyway,

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t keep fucking you and pretending it doesn’t mean anything. We need to stop this.” Eddie’s eyes are fixed on the road, even as you place a hand over his and squeeze it gently,

“Please can we talk about this tomorrow. Not tonight Eddie, please.”

He nods and moves his hand to return yours to your lap. The rest of the journey is spent in silence, Eddie parks on the drive of your pitch black house,

“I’ll wait until you’re inside.” He gestures to the door, motioning for you to leave.

“Eddie... please. Can you, please, can you come inside?” You plead, terrified to be alone, Eddie leans his head back and sighs softly,

"Okay. Let me just park around the corner." Eddie parks up a little way from your house, then steps out of the driver's side and walks around to open your door, holding a hand out to steady you as you stumble slightly,

“Easy there tiger, I've gotcha." You wrap an arm around his neck to stabilise yourself and he helps you to walk the path leading to your parents house.

Once you've snuck into your parent’s house, you point Eddie in the direction of the kitchen to wash his hands while you check your parents are asleep. Satisfied with the deep breathing and snoring you hear from outside their room you motion for Eddie to come upstairs.

“Why are you bringing a bucket?”

“In case you puke, obviously.” Eddie hisses at you as you step into your bedroom. You step into your bathroom to clean yourself up, unable to properly look at your face in the mirror. You bin the ripped fishnets and step into your shower, letting the hot water erase any bad sensations left on your skin.

Eddie meanwhile has never felt more out of place, your room feels like it could be the same size as his trailer, it’s clean and tidy. He doesn’t even want to sit on the bed for fear of messing it up, so he stands awkwardly in the middle of your room, taking it all in.

When you step out of the bathroom, staggering slightly Eddie’s hands are reaching for you, to steady you, you offer him a small smile as he helps you into bed. You wriggle over so there’s room and pat the space next to you, Eddie shakes his head.

“I’m fine on the floor.” Eddie sits beside the bed, back leaning against the bed frame.

“Eddie..”

“Go to sleep, I’ll make sure you’re safe. Bucket duty and all that.”

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