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Complaints and Harriet Styles

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Summary- The reader likes to complain a lot, everyone in Mystic Falls knows this. Klaus Mikealson finds it quite entertaining though.

Word Count- 2.2k

Warnings- Swearing, biting, one innuendo from Santa Klaus

Note from Author- Might do a part 2 to this is ya'll want it, let me know.

“Listen, Damon. This whole, “I’m the scary brother” act you got going on it’s such a cliche man. Why not try something different, switch it up. It has got to be hella boring to have been playing the same role for over like 1,000 years, or however old you are. I wasn’t listening when Stefan was telling me the story of you two.” I try explaining to Damon as he stares blankly at me while holding a bourbon in his hand.

“Y/N, who let you into my house?” Damon asks me as he throws back the rest of his drink and then starts to pour himself another one. I just shrug my shoulders.

“You left the door unlocked and I thought, why not? Elena and Bonnie are off somewhere and Caroline is planning some dance for Ms. Lockwood. So I had no one else to talk to.”

“You mean to complain to?” He asks with a roll of his eyes. Which in turn makes me roll my eyes.

“I don’t complain a lot.” I defend myself, which only gets me an annoyed look.

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“This is too heavy!” I yell to Caroline as she hands me a box of party supplies that she roped me into to decorate her house with for some stupid party. I look into the box and pick out a long hot pink boa scarf.

“The hell is this for?” Caroline looks at me holding the scarf and rolls her eyes.

“To wear obviously. And stop complaining, that box is like less than five pounds.” She tells me as she takes a balloon from his pile of decorations and starts to blow it up.

“Ok 1. You’d have to hold me down and knock me out if you ever wanted to put that thing on me. And 2. I’m not complaining, you just have inhuman strength so you can’t tell when something is heavy to frail humans like myself.” Caroline just rolls her eyes at me placing the balloon back onto the table by her. She walks over to me and grabs the box from my hands, “You complain too much.”

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“Ok, listen up, fellow soon to be seniors! If I get superglue stuck on my fingers one more time I’m throwing in the towel and going on home, it’s past my bedtime anyways.” I say walking into the classroom that holds Elena, Caroline, Matt, Tyler and Bonnie. They all turn to me, I hear a giggle come from Elena as she looks at the clock on the wall.

“Y/N, it’s only 8 p.m.” I look at her in confusion then glance at my watch, “Oh.”

Tyler walks over to me and grabs the super glue from my hand.

“If you have such a hard time with the super glue then Caroline and I will go and do it.” He glances at Caroline who just shakes her head and laughs, “And you say you don't complain a lot.” She says to me as she passes me and squeezes my shoulder.

“I do not complain a lot!” I yell to her as she walks out of the classroom. Elena walks up behind me and wraps her hand around my shoulder.

“Come on, you can help me superglue Ric’s desk, but don’t worry I’ll handle the superglue.” She giggles to herself as she leads me out of the classroom and into the hallway. I’m about to start talking about how hot the hallway is but Elena halts us as a man walks in front of us.

“Yo dude! Didn’t you see us walking here? Move!,” I look at him as he slowly takes his eyes off of Elena and onto me. He stares silently at me, a crease in between his eyebrows as if he’s debating something in his mind. The hallway is dark so I can’t quite see his features as well as I would, but the features I do see are very nice to look at.

“Dude you deaf or something? Usually when someone tells you to move you’re supposed to move,” I frown to myself and then turn to Elena, “Wait, was that offensive?” Elena just looks at me like I’ve grown a second head. A look of fear in her eyes. I look back at the man in front of us.

“Sorry if that offended you man. Sometimes I just say things, but also like to move out of my way now please, thank you.” I go to walk around him bringing Elena with me but I feel the man grab me by the elbow pulling me into the opposite direction.

“Hey! What the actual fuck man!,” I see that he also has Elena by the elbow as he says something to her, but I’m too busy trying to break myself free from his grip.

“Dude literally let me go, also your cologne literally smells like the pre teen-boy section of an Aeropostle.” We halt. I see the man turn towards me with a dark look in his eyes.

“What did you just say to me?” Oh. He’s british. God that’s hot.

“Um, the let go of me part or the shitty perfume thing?” I watch as he looks at me also like I’ve grown a second head. I really need to find a mirror because I’m starting to wonder if I actually have.

“Do you have any idea who you’re talking to?” He asks me with a hard tone.

I tap my chin with my finger in a thoughtful manner and shrug one shoulder, “The sixth member of one direction?” I look up to him with a sarcastic smile and then laugh at the incredulous look on his face, a very nice looking face.

He begins to open his mouth to speak before he shuts it and shakes his head in frustration. And starts dragging Elena and I again.

“Dude-,” “If you open that mouth of yours one more time the next thing to come out of it will be your tongue.” Mr. British cuts me off without giving me a glance. Ok then.

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Ok, so Mr. British guy’s name is actually named Klaus. The same Klaus who killed Elena, or he thought he killed her then she came back to life or something. I keep on getting bored with all these stories people keep talking about. Klaus is here though I think to not kill Elena again, or to kill Elena? Once again no clue. But he made me sit on the bleachers and just watch as he snapped Tyler’s neck and told Bonnie to contact some witch or something. There was also a pretty blonde girl, but she left with Tyler’s body and Caroline. I sit on the bleacher for another moment then stand up, screw you British guy.

I step off the bleacher and walk over to Elena who is shaking in fear. I pull her into a hug since I think she might need one. I feel a hand pull me away from her after a moment though and come face to face with the brit.

“Oh, great. It’s you.” I say sarcastically.

“Did you not hear me when I told you to stay seated on the bleacher?” He asks me angrily. His hand was tightening on my shoulder.

“Obviously I heard you man. You like to talk loudly and a fucking lot. You must love to hear your own voice huh? And besides, my ass started to hurt. And also, who died and made you the boss! Just because you’re all strong and have a hot accent doesn’t mean you can just go bossing people around, asshat.”

“Y/N! Stop!” Elena yells to me desperately. I just turn to her and shrug my shoulders, then look back to wannabe Harry Styles. Harriet is looking at me with a dark look, but the grip on my shoulder has lessened.

“Have you always had no self-preservation skills? Or are you just stupid?” He asks me.

I stare at him in disbelief, “You know what dickwad? Just because I don’t want to deal with whatever mid-life crisis you’re currently having doesn’t mean I’m stupid. To actually let you know I have straight A’s,” I stop my rant and then roll my eyes, “Ok, mostly straight A’s, I have one D in art but that’s because my art teacher is like you,” I point to him, “A jackass, and he thinks that only his tastes and thoughts are correct. So it actually isn’t my fault. I personally think my art is much better than his.” I look back up to Klaus and he’s looking at me with an almost contemplative look.

“Has anyone ever told you, you stare a lot?” I ask him with a sarcastic tone.

“Has anyone ever told you, you complain a lot?” He says with the same tone of voice that I used. The corner of his lip starts to move as if he wanted to smirk.

I look up in thought at his question and tap my chin, “You know what, I actually have heard that before. I personally don’t think of it as complaining though. More of, sharing my annoyance with the world.”

The smirk on his lips is very present now and for a second I could’ve sworn it started to turn into a smile.

“To answer your question, I only tend to stare at people who gain my attention.” He tells me, making me stare at him for a second too long.

Ya. Ok. Whatever that means. I go to give him a snarky remark but Stefan runs in looking more brutish than usual.

“Oh look! Stefan’s back!” I say, smiling at him. Which doesn’t even get me a glance in my direction as he keeps his eyes on Klaus who I now notice is standing a little too close to me. Weirdo.

Stefan goes on to say something about something but once again I don’t quite care to listen. So I go and lean against the wall until Blondey from earlier comes in and bites Elena for some reason. I quickly lean up and start walking over to her.

“Hey bitch! Hasn’t anyone ever told you to keep your hands to yourself!” The blonde, who as she looks at me I now notice is very attractive. I have to stop my ogling though because after Klaus rips her from Elena she starts to storm her way over to me. Before she can get to me though my vision is blocked off by Klaus’ back.

“Not her.” He tells blondey rather sternly.

“Whatever.” She says as she storms off out of the gym. Klaus turns back to me and looks at me, eyes moving over my face oddly.

“You need to go home.” He tells me then turns around dismissively. I walk in front of him, stopping him from confronting Stefan.

“You are not the boss of me, and besides why the hell would I ever leave Elena, who is my friend, alone with vampires?” I yell at him, which makes him just roll his eyes.

“Y/N, I’m not going to ask you again, you need to go home.” He tells me.

“Bitch what? You didn’t even ask me shit! You demanded me.” I want to start ripping him a new one but Elena places her hand on my shoulder

“Y/N, I’m going to be ok. Please go home, I need to know at least you’re going to be ok.” She says to me with a dreary smile. I go to argue but she interrupts me again begging me to leave quickly. What the heck is up with people interrupting me.

“Fine,” I turn to Klaus, “But, if anything happens to her, I’m going to rip your dick off.” That makes him give a slight flinch. I give one more look to Elena and Stefan, who gives me a small nod and then head to the door.

When I grab the handle of the door I hear Klaus call my name from behind me, I turn around and jump when I find Klaus standing right behind me.

“Jesus man, warn a woman.”

“Next time we see each other Y/N, I’d like to see that artwork of yours that you believe deserved better than a D.” Klaus says as he looks down to me. I go to speak but nothing seems to want to come out. Klaus must’ve noticed this because a smirk forms onto his face.

“Is this the first time you’ve ever not had a response?” He has the audacity to gain a bigger smirk, “What a shame, I was growing fond of that mouth of yours.”

“Um, ya. Um,” I start to feel my face heat up under his gaze, “I’m leaving now, oddball.” I say as I book it out of the gym. As i make it to the end of the hall I glance over my shoulder and make eye contact with Klaus who’s still standing in the same spot with the same stupid smirk on his face.

“I’ll make sure to wear different cologne next time we meet Y/N.” Klaus says as he walks back into the gym leaving me alone.

“What the actual fuck?”

PART 2- HERE

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feyhunter78 · 2 months

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I just found your page and I totally didn’t read all of your Miguel O’Hara fics. One I love how you write kissing you caught that spark off a kiss with someone you love in a way most books don’t get right.

I can’t sit here and sing your praise all day but I do have a question. Fully up to you and if it’s just a Drabble that ok but will you ever being writing something else for Side walk kisses? It’s so cute and I can see more moments with Miguel and Y/N just being silly cute mindless college students so helplessly in love. Fluff smut angst whatever you decide to Drabble in I will be fully ok with

(This is the first time I’ve done an ask so sorry I I seem a little over excited)

AHHH I love when I'm people's first asks, it always makes me feel so special!!! I thought I'd try my hand at a bit of angst for you anon!

Insecurities

You know you shouldn’t be jealous. Shouldn’t feel bad about yourself, shouldn’t be debating making up some excuse and dashing off to the humanities building to rid yourself of this pit in your stomach like a snake sheds its skin.

But that would require leaving Miguel alone with Xina, and you think you’d rather die than do that. So, you’re stuck in the courtyard right outside the library, holding onto Miguel’s bicep possessively as you struggle to keep up with the flow of conversation.

Now you wouldn’t say you’re an insecure person, sure you have your insecurities like everyone else, but they don’t plague your mind, or weigh heavily on you as you go about your day-to-day business. Right now, though? As you take in Xina, her long thick dark hair, her stunning almond eyes that sparkle with intelligence, the flawlessness of her skin, the way she so easily keeps up with Miguel as they discuss the intersection between genetics and robotics, you’re feeling pretty insecure.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking, when making your calculations you have to factor in the deficiencies in the code, just as you have to factor in potential genetic flaws.” Xina says, a smile tugging at the edge of her lips, excitement clear on her face.

“Of course, with genetics it’s harder to eradicate flaws than in code, but I could see it following a similar pattern.” Miguel responds, nodding at her words.

You’re so lost. If they wanted to discuss the intricacies of the English language or the way philosophers can so heavily affect the development of a nation’s culture you would be there, front row and ready, but science? Science is not your forte.

Xina laughs and smacks Miguel’s arm, pulling you out of your thoughts, Miguel is laughing too so you do the same which draws her attention to you.

“Oh, y/n, I’m so sorry, we’ve been so rude, what do you think?” She asks, and you can’t tell if she’s genuinely curious, or just hates you.

You stumble for a moment, then say, “I agree with Miguel.”

She laughs again. “You think Charles Darwin would be a good computer programmer?”

Miguel joins in, and for the first time ever his laughter sounds sour to your ears.

“Oh, um, no, I just—”

Xina smiles sympathetically at you, but it feels a bit patronizing. “It’s okay, not everyone can keep up with us.”

Okay, maybe running and hiding was a good idea.

“Y/N is actually top of her sorority for GPA, she’s read more books than anyone else I know, and she helps me write all my lab reports.” Miguel jumps in.

“That’s so cute.” Xina coos, looking at you as if you were a kindergartener presenting her with a crayon scribbled drawing.

You give her a tight smile, then squeeze Miguel’s bicep. “Hey, I’m gonna head to class, but I’ll see you later?”

He nods, and lets you go, reabsorbed in his conversation with Xina.

You toy with the bracelet Miguel got you as you sit at your desk, waiting for class to start. It’s a pretty thing, a birthday present, simple and elegant, highlighting your birthstone, the words, mi dulce, engraved on the inside in a small, flowy script. It jingles pleasantly as you mess with it, and glints under the florescent lights.

“The professor isn’t here yet, right?” Kelsey slides into her desk next to you and starts unpacking her bag.

“No, he’s running a little late.” You say, absentmindedly shading one corner of the blank page in your notebook with your pencil.

“Okay, good because I have something kinda fucked up to show you.” She says, pulling out her phone and scrolling until she finds what she’s looking for.

You lean towards her, the thought of gossip perking you up a bit.

“So, you know that Ava girl, the bitch who used to date your man?”

“I wish I didn’t, but yes.” You grumble, feeling that familiar gloom settle back over you.

“Okay well she’s been trying to get with this Kappa Sig, and you know how the brothers are like obsessed with me because my brother is their president and an absolute legend as they always remind me.”

“Yeah, it’s the reason we got into their parties freshman year.”

Kelsey’s brother was a decent guy, all things considered. Older than you two by a year or so, with the charisma of a cult leader but lacking the desire to start a cult. Throughly satisfied with his fraternity and the Fortune 500 company he’ll go on to work at once he graduates. He was nice enough, extending his protection to you and anyone else close to his sister while in the Kappa Sig house.

“So, one of them texted me about her trying to sleep her way through the frat, but then, my brother sent me this video. I gotta warn you, it’s not school appropriate.” She says as she slowly turns the screen towards you.

At first, you recoil. It’s Ava, half naked, and some guy, on a bed that looks vaguely familiar. The guy’s face is out of the frame, but he’s shirtless, his pants pushed down exposing his dick to the camera, Ava’s hand wrapped around it pumping furiously. “Um, what the fuck is this?”

“Just wait.” Kelsey says quietly, glancing around the room to make sure no one else is watching. They’re not, they’re too busy with their own phones or side conversations.

You half watch the video, feeling weird about watching, your idea of a good time isn’t watching your boyfriend’s psycho ex jack some guy off.

The guy finishes, his hips bucking and Ava saying something you can’t hear since Kelsey’s sound is off.

The camera shakes as Ava picks it up and shows off the face of the man. Dark hair, glazed brown eyes with hints of crimson, perfectly formed lips parted. You know that face, but you don’t want to accept it.

“Is that Miguel?” You’re horrified, sick to your stomach, head spinning, every unpleasant feeling and sensation you could feel erupting all at once.

You can see Ava go to grab his face, guide him lower, moving to take off her underwear, and you turn your head, unable to watch any longer.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know when it was filmed, but Darren said he had one of the brothers send it to him yesterday then made all of them delete the video from their phones. He knows Miguel’s your boyfriend, said he was just looking out for you.” Kelsey puts away her phone and looks at you, eyes searching your face, before giving you a one-armed hug. “I’m so sorry y/n, I can ask him to see if he can find out when it was filmed?”

You want to cry, you really, really want to cry. “It looks recent, that’s Miguel’s bed, I’ve been there, I’ve slept on that bed, I—I can’t think about this right now. Thank you for telling me, and tell your brother I said thanks too.”

Kelsey nods and squeezes you tighter before letting go and giving you a sad smile.

The professor finally shows up, and you throw yourself into your notetaking, graphite digging into the pristine white paper as you try to drown out the images in your head with the sound of your professor droning on.

Part 2 here!!!

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goodbuckcharlie · 25 days

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I made it | Jack Hughes

Summary: Jack was Lucy’s first love, they dated in high school but broke up when Jack left for the NHL. After a long debate with a certain older Hughes brother, Lucy decided to invite Jack to her broadway debut, but she didn’t expect him to actually show up.

Warnings: cussing

Notes: well I know I said I would work on the Cole story but I’m kinda stuck rn and this idea came to me. It’s a little shorter than I hoped but I think this one may be my favorite. Also italics means it’s a flash back

Lucy doesn’t even know what she’s doing. She just got the news that she landed her dream role as Elphaba on broadway. Her high school dream just in arms reach. Her thumb floats over his caller id.

Jacky💕

She never had the heart to delete his contact. Not even the guts to change his name. Despite him breaking her heart, he was the one who supported her dreams the most.

It was opening night of her Senior musical. The school musical was Shrek and Lucy was playing Fiona. She kept looking in the crowd, hoping to see a glimpse of her parents, but every time she looked she slowly lost hope. But that dread was quickly replaced with joy as she saw her boyfriend and his family take their seats in the front row. Ellen and Jim were dressed up nice, Jack was dressed nice as well, but his hair definitely shows that he just got out of the shower after practice. Luke on the other hand, let’s just say Lucy was just happy he was there.

At the end of the performance, as she took her bow, Jack was cheering for her so loud that you would have thought he was at a sporting event. Lucy couldn’t help, but blush. Well as much blushing she can do under her green face paint.

Once the curtains close, Lucy rushes out of her costume to see Jack as soon as possible. When she leaves the theater room, she is greeted by Jack holding a bouquet of sunflowers, her favorite flowers.

“You came!!” She pulls Jack into a hug who quickly saved the flowers from being smushed by raising them above his head. He laughs at her excitement.

“Of course I made it.” He kisses her forehead before looking in her eyes, “I’m your number one fan.”

She couldn’t bring herself to call him, but part of her knew she needed to tell someone from that time of her life.

“Hello, who is this?” Of course he didn’t have her number saved.

“This was a bad idea, I shouldn’t have called.” She goes to hang up, but luckily, Quinn recognizes her voice.

“Lucy?! What’s wrong?” She takes a deep breath, before talking to Quinn.

“I’m sorry to bother you Quinn, I just need to tell someone , but I couldn’t bring myself to call him, not after how we left things off.” Lucy holds in her tears.

“Hey you may not be with him anymore, but you are still like a little sister to me.” Quinn’s words brought comfort to Lucy, calming her down. “You can always talk to me.”

One last deep breath, Lucy lets it all go. “Quinn, I’m going to be on broadway.”

“Wait for real!? This is amazing Lulu.”She smiles at the use of the nickname she hasn’t heard for a long time. “What date is opening night, I’ll totally buy a ticket to see it.”

“March 6th, but I already checked your schedule, and you are busy Mr. Captain.” Since this was the first time she talked to Quinn since the break up, it’s the first time she has called him captain. “But it would be knowing someone in the crowd was there for me, besides my brother.”

“You know someone who doesn’t play that day and would drop anything to see you.” She knows exact who she’s talking about.

“No Quinn, I doubt Jack wants to see me after 5 years. He has better things to do.” She still can’t believe it has been this long. “He was the one who broke up with me remember?”

“He misses you Lulu.” She shakes her head in disbelief. She’s seen Jack’s public life, he’s dated other girls, he’s out partying with his friends on the off season, and most importantly he is being successful in the NHL. “You have no idea how many time I’ve been on phone with Jack basically having this exact conversation. Every important game he calls me asking if he should invite you. I always tell him yes, but evidently he never goes through with it.”

“I’ve actually been to a few games believe it or not, last game I went to was the infamous Hughes bowl.” She couldn’t afford the lower bowl seats, but even in the nose bleeds she was supporting Jack, the Hughes brothers.

“Never let Jack know that, he’ll get so upset that you paid to watch him play. Knowing him he would try and figure out how much you spent in total, then would pay you back.” She laughs knowing that would exactly what Jack would do.

“He would also get mad if he knew I bought my own jersey.” She looks over in her closet and sees her number 86 Devils jersey that almost taunts her. “I wear it every game day.”

The two are silent for a little bit before Quinn speaks up. “What if I buy Jack a ticket and send it to him. I won’t tell him about this conversation. He can decide for himself if he goes or not but I can guarantee once he sees that you are performing, he will drop everything to see you.”

“I can’t tell you what to do with your money Quinn , but I can ask that you don’t waste your money.”

“How about this, we make a bet, the Lucy I remember always loved a good bet,” Lucy was very competitive in high school (she still is competitive but she would never tell anyone about that) “If Jack goes, you have to give him another chance . If he doesn’t go, I will never bother you about Jack again.”

“You know what you have a deal.” After making the deal, the two stay on the phone catching up for an hour. They talk about how the team is doing, how Ellen and Jim are and how much they also miss Lucy. They also talked about how Lucy got the role. Overall, Lucy was just glad to talk to one of the Hughes again.

During his lunch time the next day, Jack got a text from Quinn.

Qball- Don’t fuck it up this time.

There was a link attached. So out of curiosity, Jack opened the link and saw it was a ticket to see Wicked on broadway. He immediately send Quinn a text back questioning what he means.

Qball- Look up the cast idiot.

Jack looks up the cast after he rolls his eyes at his brother. But when he saw Lucy’s name in big letter next to Elphaba, his heart feels like it stopped.

Qball- she wants you to go, but was too scared to ask you herself.

Jack😎- It’s been so long, what would I even say to her when I saw her?

Qball- the truth. You love her Jack and I can’t guarantee she feels the same but she does deserve the closure you never gave her.

Jack😎- after all this time maybe it’s best if I just left her alone.

Qball- I can’t make you go but if you don’t please at least give the ticket to Luke or even mom. Lucy deserves to have someone there to support her.

Jack😎- I’ll think about it, but thanks for letting me know.

Jack let’s put a groan and puts his head down trying to think.

“What’s up with him?” Jack forgot that he was with his team mates but he quite frankly didn’t care. Not even as Luke grabs his phone.

“Oh shit is this for real.” Jack groans again. “Damn dude Lucy looks hot as fuck.”

Jack’s head shoots up and he glares at Luke.

“What, on the cast list there’s a link to her Instagram. And I’m just stating facts look.” Luke hands Jack back his phone and he sees that Luke was right. Lucy had gotten rid of her braces and glasses which he also found adorable, but there was something about her matured look that made Jack awe struck.

“Who’s Lucy?” Nico asks looking over Jack’s shoulder.

“Jack’s high school sweetheart.” Luke says looking Lucy up on Instagram on his own phone. “Jack was an asshole and dumped her when he got drafted. He legit dumped her over text.”

“That was 5 years ago asshole.” Jack mutters

“She’s really talented.” Jack was playing a clip that she posted of her singing and everyone could hear it. “You really fumbled the bag dude.”

“You think she’s single?” John says while Luke showed him pictures of Lucy. “If so you think you could put in a good word for me?”

“Fuck off.” Jack feels himself getting angry but he doesn’t understand why, Lucy was no longer his, and he lost his right to get over protective of her years ago. He storms off out of the living room out to his room m. Luke follows him.

“Come on Jack, you have no right to be upset.” Jack knows Luke is right but he pouts anyways. “So what are you going to do about that ticket?”

“Maybe mom should go, you know how much she misses Lucy.” Jack says looking at a photo that Lucy posted for her birthday. It was a picture of her in high school laughing. Jack was cropped out of the photo but he can still picture the memory in his head.

“Did you not read what Quinn said?” Luk sits down next to Jack. “She wants you there Jack. She wants your support. Don’t you at least think she deserves that?”

“I do support her and she deserves all the support in the world, but she also deserves better than me.” Jack hold back his tears in front of his brother. “I remember the text her brother sent me. The day I broke up with her, I blocked her so I couldn’t see her response. A hour later, Carson texted me telling me that I would never find anyone better than Lucy and that I would have to watch in regret as his big sister became a star. Harshest words I’ve ever heard from an 11 year old.”

Both brothers laugh as the remember Carson, who actually looked up to Jack until the break up. Luke remembers being told to fuck off by the 11 year old, when he tried reaching out to Lucy after the break up.

“I thought in that moment, he was right. I still think he is right, I don’t deserve to walk back into her life now that it’s more convenient for me.” Jack looks at his desk where he keeps a picture of Lucy and his family after her first musical during their freshmen year.

“Yeah maybe you don’t deserve her after what you did, but there is no denying the love you two shared.”Luke puts his hand on Jack’s shoulder before continuing, “I’m not the best at advice so I’m just going to repeat what Quinn said that she deserves closure.”

“I just want her to be happy, Luke.” Jack cries as Luke holds his older brother.

A few months later and a lot of hard work, it was finally time for opening night. After hours in the makeup chair, Lucy was as ready as she’ll ever be.

As she is waiting to go on she can’t help, but think of Jack.

The two were sitting in Jack’s room as they often did. As long as they had the door open per Ellen’s request. They were watching a movie on Jack’s computer as the cuddled under the sheets.Lucy was able to convince Jack to watch Wizard of oz.

“So you are telling me there is a musical where the pink witch and the evil witch are best friends and it’s about how the evil witch becomes evil?”

“Yes and it’s considered to be one of the greatest musicals of all times.” Lucy turns and faces Jack, “One day, I’ll be that evil witch. Although her name is Elphaba.”

“And I’ll be in the crowd cheering you on.” Jack smiles before kissing her cheek, “plus you’ll be the hottest green chick ever.”

Lucy laughs to herself before it’s show time. She seriously doubted Quinn’s plan, but she wasn’t going to let Jack’s absence ruin her night. Because at the end of the day, her little brother was there and that’s all she needed.

Speaking of Carson, he was sat in the orchestra seating, Lucy wanted to get him front row seats but he knew how die hard wicked fans are so he said he was fine where ever he sat as long as he could see her. Carson also brought his girlfriend who just like Lucy was into Musical theatre. Lucy never told Carson this, but his relationship reminded her so much of hers and Jack’s relationship at their age.

Carson and his girlfriend, Macy, were quietly talking during the intermission when Carson realized who was sat a seat away from Macy.

Jack Hughes.

Carson got silent and Macy noticed as well. Of course Macy knew who Jack Hughes was and she also knew about the ‘asshole nhl player the broke Lucy’s heart.’ And with Jack’s appearance tonight and Carson’s reaction, the girl put one and one together. She grabs onto Carson’s hand to comfort him before the house lights dimmed signaling the end of the intermission.

At the end of the performance, it was time for final bows. When it’s Lucy’s turn to bow the crowd and cast all go wild in applause. Lucy looks for her brother and Macy in the crowd but gasps when she locks eyes with Jack Hughes.

Jack is standing up while he cheers her on. She sees Carson who is three seats away. Carson glares at Jack while cheering on Lucy and she hide her laughter at the sight .

When the curtains close and Lucy’s costars all ambush her in hugs, Macy prepares for the worse. Carson goes over to Jack who hasn’t noticed him yet.

“Car don’t do anything stupid.” Carson just ignores her and he taps on Jacks shoulder.

Carson looks very different from what he did when he was 11. He now had a mullet and an eyebrow piercing (one that his friend did in his garage one day much to Lucy’s disapproval). But he was also now 6’0 and had a scarier demeanor. Honestly Jack was only able to recognize him from a photo Lucy had posted on her instagram. Jack goes to say something but Carson holds his hand up.

“Save it, as much as I never wanted to see you ever again, she wants you here so I respect that you came.” Carson softly grabs Macy’s hand, “we are going to the stage exit to go meet up with her. She takes 20 minutes to get out of all her makeup and costume. If you finally want to act like a man and treat my sister like she deserves you are welcome to join us, but if you are only here cause your latest one night stand stood you up or something like that, don’t waste her time and go back to Jersey.”

Jack is stunned as Carson and Macy walk away, but he quickly regains his composure and follows after them. While waiting outside, Jack watches the couple interact. He sees grumpy Carson and his happy girlfriend who is trying to calm him down. He smiles as he remembers how grumpy he got after a bad practice or a bad game and how Lucy would cheer him up.

Actors and actresses leave one by one until it’s time for Lucy. She is radiant as she greets fans and signs playbills. At the end of the group of fans was where Carson ,Macy and Jack stood. When she finally gets to Jack she couldn’t look away.

Carson pulls her out of her trance by hugging her. Macy joins making it a group hug. The teens hold on for a second before letting Lucy go.

“You did amazing out there.” Macy was always star struck at Lucy’s talents, reminiscent of how Carson idolized Jack.

“We are going to head home, I’ll drive your car.” Carson says grabbing Lucy’s car key. He then looks at Jack and then back at Lucy, “Don’t do anything stupid, but also don’t be afraid to give him another chance. I hate to say this, but I always like how happy he made you.”

“Thanks Car.” She leans up and kisses her brother’s forehead before he turns to Jack.

“Don’t fuck this shit up. Break her heart again and I’ll put your ass on the long term injury list.” Jack nods as Macy pulls Carson away.

“Damn when did he get scary?” Jack and Lucy laugh. When the laughter dies down, she looks at Jack with the same adoration she had for him when they were kids.

“You came.” Finally she hugs him, after many years yearning for his warmth.

“Of course I made it.” He says returning the hug. “I so told you that you would be the hottest green chick.”

Playfully she shoves Jack who just laughs. To get away from the crowd they walk to Jack’s car and on the walk they catch up.

“So Carson lives out here now?” Jack recalls Carson saying that he was going home earlier.

“Yeah I got custody of him about a year ago. Mom passed away shortly after you left and dad just got worse. It was no place for him, so I took my dad to court.” She shivers slightly so Jack gives her his jacket before she continues her story. “I have no idea what I’m doing raising a 16 year old, luckily my neighbor helped me out and now Carson is dating their daughter Macy.”

“You know from the small interactions I saw them have, they remind me of us.” Jack test the waters and holds her hand, which she gladly accepts, “Speaking about brothers, Luke and Quinn miss you.”

“How about you Jack, did you miss me?”

“More than anything.”

Jack opens the car door for Lucy and helps her get in before he got into the driver side.

“So miss Broadway do you have any plans tonight or can I take you out to eat?” Jack says while putting his seatbelt on.

“ I have no plans Mr NHL.But if we are going out I need time order delivery for Carson and Macy” Jack pulls out his credit card from his wallet.

“Use my card.” She tries to decline his card, but he shakes his head, “Lucy it’s the least I could do.”

She sighs before calling Macy to ask what they want for dinner. After she got the response, Lucy went and ordered food for the teens. She tried to enter her card, but Jack snatched her phone and entered his card instead.

“So now that, that’s take care of. Would you like to go out to dinner?” He hands her the phone back.

“You know I could really go for a good burger and fries, that’s if your professional team of dietitians would allow that.” Jack smiles remembering one of his favorite dates with her.

Jack had just gotten his license and he was driving around in Quinn’s hand me down car. Right after passing his drivers test, he drove straight to Lucy’s house.

“So where does the princess want to go?” Jack asked as she got into the car.

“You know I could really go for a burger and fries.” She gets into her seat and Jack takes her to their favorite local diner.

When they arrive, the host seats them at their favorite table. While they wait for their food, Lucy tells Jack about her day.

“And in front of everyone my voice cracked, god it was so embarrassing, Jacky.” She hides her face at the memory.

“I bet you have the cutest voice cracks.” The love struck boy laughs as his girl rolls her eyes at him.

“No voice cracks are cute Jacky.”

“Well yours are cause they come from you.” Their food finally arrives and they both grab a fry off the other person’s plate. Something they have done since they started dating. They called it ‘checking for poison’ but it was just one of those silly couple things.

“I love these little moments.” Lucy says as she bites into Jack’s fry.

“Well we have a whole lifetime full of little moments waiting for us.” He says while eating Lucy’s fry.

“A burger and fries sound wonderful, Lulu.”

The two had dinner and it was like nothing changed. They shared food like normal, they talked like it was just a normal Wednesday dinner.

They finished their food and were getting ready to head out and of course Jack paid. Afterwards the two sit in Jack’s car, which was another thing they did often when they dated.

“You’re telling me that Carson became an islander fan after everything happened?” Jack chuckles at Carson’s pettiness.

“Yeah, he even forced me to take him to a game, where we met a few of the players.” She pulls up a picture they took where Carson was wearing a islander jersey and Lucy was just in a normal sweater as they stood next to a couple players, “One of the guys actually asked for my number.”

“Which guy?” Jack felt himself getting jealous.

“Oh Jacky I don’t even remember.” Of course she did after all she did give him her number. But she looks away from Jack. “Even if I did it was a year ago Jack.”

“You obviously do remember, you won’t look at me right now.” Jack doesn’t mean to be sassy towards Lucy, but let’s be honest, being sassy is in his dna.

“Why does it matter Jack? You’ve had other girlfriends why couldn’t I date someone else?” Lucy tries not to cry, but a few tears slip out, “Do you know how hard it was to watch you have other girlfriends while I stayed stuck on you. Yes I did give the Islander player my number, but I told him I wasn’t interested in a relationship. I told every guy that had any interest in me that I wasn’t interested. You want to know why Jack? Because they weren’t you.”

Jack stayed silent not knowing what to say.

“And now you just come back here like you didn’t single handed break my heart last time I saw you,. Oh wait I didn’t even see you when it happened did I Jack.” She cries some more finally letting all of her emotions out. “I should hate you, I really should. But tell me why I feel nothing but love for you.”

“Lucy, there is nothing I regret more than, breaking up with you. I was a coward, but please give me another chance.” He wipes away her tears, “Those girls were my failed attempts on forgetting you, but nothing worked. I know I don’t deserve it but please give me a second chance.”

“I don’t know Jack, I don’t want to promise you anything. But I can say, I’m willing to try again slowly.” Jack smiles and he holds her hand.

“That’s all I could ask for.”

Between hockey games and Lucy’s shows, the two spent any free time together. Despite the busy schedules, they found the time to go out. Tonight, Lucy was singing the national anthem at Jack’s game versus the Islanders.

“Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome the star of broadway’s Wicked, Lucy Masters, with the singing of our national Anthem.”

The crowd cheers before getting silent for Lucy. She sings beautifully and when she hits the high note at the end, the crowd went wild. The song finishes, and she finally locks eyes with Jack. She gives him a little wave before she is ushered off the ice.

At the end of the game, the devils won 4-0. Carson ,who surprisingly wore a Hughes 43 jersey instead of his regular Islander Barzal 13 Jersey, was hyped by the win. He went into a rant as the pair waited for Jack to leave the locker room.

“Damn I miss hockey.” Lucy loves seeing Carson happy more than anything. She was glad that he decided to come, seeing it as a step in the right direction.

“You know if you aren’t too rusty at it, we can go shoot the puck together one day.” Both Lucy and Carson look over and see Jack. He pulls Lucy into a hug. “Hands down the best performance of the night goes to you Miss Lucy.”

“I am not so sure about that, a shut out game and both you and Timo getting two points? Much more impressive.” Lucy praises Jack causing Carson to gag.

“Come on Carson, let’s leave the lovers alone.” Luke comes out of nowhere and directs Carson towards his car. Lucy and Carson were spending the night at Jack and Luke’s place so they didn’t have to drive back to New York this late. So Luke was okay with driving Carson back while Jack and Lucy have a car to themselves. Carson leaves with Luke, but not until he sent a few menacing glares at Jack.

“Just so you know, the team chirped the hell out of me when Luke told them how scared I am of Carson.” To be fair, now that Carson is one of the best high school prospects of the 2025 class and has scouts coming to almost every game now, especially since he is a leftie, he’s a scary teenager.

“In your defense, his pitch is reaching an average of 88 miles per hour as a junior. I would be scared of him too.” Jack looks at Lucy and smiles as he sees her in his jersey.

“You look so good in my number.” He steps back and acts like he is taking a photo of her with an invisible camera, “Picture perfect baby.”

“Jacky you are such a dork.”She turns around and walks away while smiling. Jack runs up behind her and pulls her into a hug.

“I’ll gladly be a dork if that means I’m your dork.”

Jack had been miserable as Lucy was gone at a two week long theater camp. Luke thought if Lucy didn’t get home soon, Quinn would kill Jack. The day she was coming back, Jack sat by the door waiting for Ellen to come back with Lucy. He originally wanted to come with but he forgot to finish his chores the night before so Ellen made him stay home and wait.

When his mom’s car pulls in to the driveway, Jack bolts out the door, almost like a wild animal. Lucy gets out of the car and Jack tackles her in a hug. He gives her small kisses all over her face.

“I missed you, I missed you, I missed you.” Jack repeats this mantra as Lucy struggles to wiggle out of his hold. All the while, Lucy is dying of laughter.

“Get off me you dork.” It takes Quinn pulling Jack off to get Lucy free. He then picks up Lucy like a sack of potatoes and runs away from Jack. The boys run around, as Jack tries to get Lucy back.

“Quinn put the poor girl down.” Ellen calls out. Quinn puts Lucy down carefully and Jack runs over and grabs on to Lucy like a kid hold their favorite toy.

“Fear not fair damsel, your hero has saved you from the ugly ass troll.” (QUINN BABY DON’T LISTEN TO THIS YOU ARE VERY PRETTY) Quinn just flips off his brother before heading back into the house, “I think your hero deserves a kiss for saving you.”

“You’re lucky I find you cute, you dork.” Lucy pulls him down into a kiss. Jack can’t help but smile.

“I may be a dork, but I’m your dork.”

“You’ll always be my dork Jacky.” Lucy pulls him down into a kiss. Their first kiss in five years. Jack would freeze time and live in this moment forever if he could. Sadly time has to go on and the pair pull apart. “Let’s go home Jacky.”

Hand in hand, they leave the arena, full of hope for the future of their relationship.

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I loved your story chaotic love so much! I have a request if you’re up for it 🥹 thinking about Nyx meeting one of feyre’s friends from the Rainbow and having a kid crush on her. Feyre invites her over for dinner one day where Nyx is telling all of the IC that he’s going to marry her. But then it turns out that she’s cassian’s or azriel’s mate. And then Nyx throws a fit about them stealing her but it’s all super fluffy!

Your kind words hit me straight in the heart. This was so sweet and adorable that I smiled the entire time that I was writing it! I decided to go with Cassian on this one since I haven't gotten the chance to write for him much

Puppy Love

You frowned at the painting before you, scolding yourself for the lack of progress that you were making. Attending Feyre’s studio for the first time had made you a nervous wreck because you weren’t an artist and you would also be in the presence of someone so important. The High Lady had welcomed you with open arms and it was easy to see why she was so loved. She never once talked down about your lacking abilities and she was the sole reason that you continued to come to the studio.

The friendship that the two of you had started was something that you cherished because you hardly had friends to begin with. Your days were spent working at a cafe that had been rebuilt after the attack on Velaris and coming to the studio to unwind after a stressful day.

“You looked defeated,” Feyre chuckled, her eyes drifting between you and your artwork.

“I’m not making any progress at all,” you whined while debating on smearing black paint over it.

“Well, I don’t think that and even if it was true, I love how relaxed you are whenever we leave.” She gave you an encouraging smile that eased your frazzled nerves. “The whole point is for people to have a safe place and enjoy themselves.”

You couldn’t help your smile at the kind words. Feyre truly was something special in your own opinion and was someone to be treasured. Unable to stop yourself, you did splash black over many spots of the abstract painting that you had given up on. You both turned when you heard the door open and the sight of the six year old boy had you grinning.

As much as you loved coming to relax and paint, you loved seeing Nyx the most. He didn’t come to visit often when you first started coming but it was nearly every day now. A friendship had formed between you and your friend’s son and your heart warmed everytime that you were able to see him. As much as he loved his parents, his eyes always searched for you before he was running to jump into your arms.

“I missed you too,” you laughed as you squeezed him tightly which caused him to giggle.

“It’s been soooooo long since I’ve seen you,” he huffed dramatically.

“You just saw her yesterday.”

You looked up at Rhysand who was smiling at the sight of his six year old son. There was a glint in his eyes that you were unsure about what it meant but you shook your head and placed a kiss on the top of the boy’s head.

“We can’t stay long,” Rhysand reminded him, still watching the both of you in amusement. “We need to go home to prepare for dinner tonight.”

“But I want to stay with y/n,” he whined, his grip around your neck tightening as he stuck his tongue out at his father.

“Why don’t you join us tonight?” Your eyes went wide at Feyre’s suggestion and you immediately felt nervous all over again. “It would be nice to have you there with us.”

“Yea!” Nyx agreed, nodding his head vigorously while giving you his puppy dog eyes. “My whole family will be there and you need to meet them!”

“Okay,” you agreed quietly. “I would love to meet them.”

“Yayy!” You laughed with him before placing one last kiss on his cheek. “I love you!”

“I love you too.” The boy grinned at your tender words of affection before leaving you alone with the High Lady. “Are you sure about this?”

“Positive.” Feyre gave you a bright smile while her eyes shone with happiness. “We eat at six.”

You nodded as you gathered your things and rushed home to get ready for the night.

Cassian watched with a grin as he listened to Nyx ramble on and on about Feyre’s closest friend from her studio. The boy was absolutely smitten with the female that none of them knew except for Rhysand. It made him curious about you but he kept that to himself since they would all meet you within the next hour.

“You really like her, huh?” he asked his nephew who was now sitting in his lap.

“Yes!” he exclaimed in exasperation. “She’s my girlfriend and we’re going to get married!”

“Is that so?” Elain was grinning in delighted affection for her sister’s son. “She really must be amazing.”

“She is,” Nyx replied matter of factly. “She even said that she loves me!”

The rest of their wait continued in the same manner until there was finally a knock on the door. The boy raced towards it, opening it before any of them could do so themselves. He listened from his spot in the sitting room, smiling to himself at the happiness now filling the home.

When you stepped around the corner, he was taken aback by your beauty as you stood nervously in the archway. You were fidgeting and he wondered if it took a lot of convincing to get you to come. Feyre had only brushed over the basics of you and had nothing but good things to say. Your scan around the room had you tensing when you saw Azriel, eyeing his wings and shadows.

His breath caught in his throat when your eyes met his and the bond snapped instantly. All of the tension left your body in that instant as you held his surprised gaze. There wasn’t anything that he wouldn’t give to know what you were thinking but he felt his shoulders relaxed when you gave him a timid smile. A chuckle came from Rhysand who was sitting across from him which had his eyes scanning the room and realizing that they all knew.

“You’ve finally met your mate, Cass,” his brother started, his tone laced with amusement. “Congratulations.”

“What!?” Nyx exclaimed. “She’s my girlfriend.”

A look of shock passed your face before it softened as you watched the boy. As he looked you over, he already knew that you were as amazing as the boy had said. He couldn’t wait to find out in depth but his thought process was cut short by Nyx storming towards him.

“You can’t have her!” his nephew yelled. “She’s mine!”

“It looks like your uncle is stealing her away from you,” Azriel teased, antagonizing him. “You should do something about it.”

Nyx launched himself onto him and Cassian tackled him gently to the ground to throw them into their play fight. The sound of your laugh reverberated through and the sight of your bright smile has his heart soaring.

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suugarbabe · 4 months

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[Chapter 8]

Word count: 4.8k

Warnings: mentions of drinking/drunkeness, mentions of blood, kidnapping, torture, use of torture curses

An: so sorry this took so long, I was sick and mentally exhausted from other things and also debating where to end the chapter and where to start the next one; hope its alright :)

Enzo clutched his arm, rubbing the spot you had just harshly hit with your fist, “Okay, ow! You didn’t have to hit me that hard, Angel. T’was just a joke, yeh?” You rolled your eyes, picking up the box in front of you and setting it on the pallet. “You know she wouldn’t have hit you if you weren’t being such a twat,” Pansy spoke without looking up from her clipboard, marking off which weapons from the artillery stock you and Enzo were packing for the next ‘business meeting’ and what was left.

You shot a sickly sweet smile Enzo’s way, “Yeah, Enz, don’t be such a twat.” Enzo scoffed, “I was not being a twat! I simply asked if I could have your room since you and Riddle obviously sleep together. There’s no point in you each having your own room and I know for a fact he gave you a bigger room than mine.” You reared your fist back as if you were going to hit him again, causing Enzo to flinch slightly. You smirked at this, “You’re the most dangerous of the family but you’re afraid of lil ol’ me?”

Enzo shook his head, “Nuh-uh, I know there’s something else deeply hidden within you that we haven’t seen yet. I’m not pushing my chances. And you’re avoiding the question.” You huffed, placing two large rifles in a long wooden box before turning to face him, hands on your hips, “For your information, if Mattheo and I do sleep in the same room, it’s my room. I’ve never in been in his room. So maybe you should go ask him if you can have his room.” Enzo’s face dropped slightly, “Mmm no, I think I’m good. But answer me this,” the smirk that formed on his face gave way that you were going to hate what he was about to say, “Does Riddle make you call him boss during sex?”

A low groan left Enzo’s throat as he clutched his arm once more, “Shit, Pansy! In the same spot, really?” You high fived Pansy, “Serves you right.” You stuck your tongue out at Enzo, who mirrored your action. Pansy opened her mouth to tell you both to stop acting like such siblings when Draco’s voice rang between your ears, Family meeting, dining room, five minutes. You glanced between the two in front of you, “We all heard that right?” Enzo nodded, “You mean the annoying voice of a ferret ringing in my head?” Pansy slapped Enzo in the arm, in the same place of the two previous punches, “Merlin’s beard, can I not have any fun anymore?”

The three of you apparated back into the foyer of the house, making your way into the dining room to see everyone but Mattheo already sat at the table. You took your place to the left of Mattheo’s chair, still glaring and making faces at Enzo sitting across from you. Theo leaned closer to Pansy on his left, “What’s with those two?” Pansy shook her head, “Please don’t ask.” Theo opened his mouth to respond again only to be cut off by Mattheo walking in to the room, his presence alone enough to silence the table.

All eyes focused on Mattheo sat at the head of the table. “Tonight is an important deal for us. The De Luca family has been making deals with us since the beginning, they’re some of our most trusted muggle allies. Theo and Enzo, you two will load the pallets on the truck while Blaise, Draco and I go and meet them at the discussed location.” The boys all nodded at their assignments, not questioning what they were told. “What about us?” You motioned between yourself and Pansy, essentially halting some of the boys midway as they had begun to stand up. Almost as if he anticipated your questioning, Mattheo had a simple answer for you. “You’re not going.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes, “And why the bloody hell not?” Mattheo’s jaw clenched momentarily as others around the table widened their eyes. No one spoke to Mattheo that way, not when it came to business deals. Taking a deep breath to center himself before turning to you, his eyes a dark onyx as he spoke, “You’re not ready.” You narrowed your eyes at him, clearly not satisfied with his answer. Mattheo mirrored you, not stepping down from his decision, “I understand this may be frustrating, but I’m not willing to risk a repeat of the last time. You’re just not ready yet.”

It was your jaw that clenched now, “A repeat of the last time?” Mattheo had his tongue in cheek, clearly trying to keep his composure and his tone authoritative, “Yes, the last time. Lest not forget you nearly getting sexually assaulted and the boys and I having to kill five fucking people, or has that occurrence slipped your pretty little mind, Princess?” You tensed slightly, your eyes squeezing shut at the memory. Forcing yourself to meet his gaze you tried to match his demeanor, “No, Mattheo, it has not.” He gave you a saccharine smile that you took as anything but sweet. Leaning back in your chair you crossed your arms, pouting in defeat.

Mattheo felt a strange pang in his chest, like a tight ache that was telling him to change his mind, but he had to stand his ground, “You and Pansy have the night off. Enjoy it. It won’t happen much in the future.” He avoided your gaze, looking everywhere but your eyes because he knew once he did he would give in. Instead he kept his stare the the black mahogany beneath his tapping fingertips, “I’m doing you a favor. You have the night off.” You leaned forward on your elbows, making sure to keep your tone sweet and even, “Thank you, boss, I truly appreciate it.” The use of his title stung, but he did not have the time to dwell on his feelings.

Giving the boys all a curt nod, the group stood. Each man disappearing with a chorus of crack-like pops. When the last one was out of site you turned to Pansy, letting out a frustrated, “Can you fucking believe that?” At the same time she blew out a laughing, “You are so fucking lucky, Birdie.” You blinked at her in confusion, “Lucky? How am I lucky? I essentially just got sat from a business deal because other men can’t handle I have fucking tits.” Pansy just smirked, shaking her head, “The sooner you acknowledge your feelings for each other the better all of our lives will be. I mean him too by the way. That little lovers quarrel you guys had at the table had us all at the edge of our seats. You should’ve heard the things Theo was saying.”

You groaned, “Spare me.” Pansy couldn’t help but laugh, giving your shoulder a light squeeze. “C’mon. Let’s go shopping or something, get your mind off it. We have the night off, remember?” You smiled then. A slow, almost sinister smile that had Pansy shaking her head. You stood up, walking out from the dinning room. Pansy was quick on your heels as you hustled up the stairs, “No. Birdie, whatever it is you’re thinking the answer is no.” You, on the other hand, couldn’t stop the wheels in your mind from turning, “He told us we had the night off, Pans. Then let’s do what any hot, single women would do…let’s go out.” You walked into your room, making a b-line for your closet, “Help me pick out an outfit.”

You turned to see her still standing in the doorway, nervously shifting from one foot to the other. “Oh come on,” you walked back towards her, grasping her wrist and dragging her inside fully. “Help me pick one out and I’ll pick one out for you. You know they never come back from these business deals until the next day, hell, sometimes the next evening depending on how it goes. We’ll go out for a few hours, have some fun, and then we’ll be back here asleep in bed before they even knew we were gone.” Pansy chewed on the inside of her cheek, “Just one club?” You took your index finger, lifting it up to the center of your chest and making a small ‘x’ motion, “Cross my heart.”

Pansy’s shoulders relaxed then, her smiled growing two fold, “Okay…then I say wear,” she flicked through your options, giving a sad pout after a moment, “Wear something of mine, because for Salazar’s sake, Birdie, we need to take you shopping.” You groaned out a slight giggle, “I know…maybe if I play my cards right I can convince Mattheo to buy me some.” You were mostly joking, but the look Pansy gave you told you it would be worth a try in the future. After a few outfit changes, the two of you were turning in the mirror and examining your final choices. After much debate, you finally landed on a blood red corset top with a black leather skirt while pansy opted for a black body-con minidress.

You let out a low whistle as you took in your reflection, “Salazar’s fucking sake we look good.” Pansy nodded, “If we don’t get free drinks tonight, there’s something wrong with the male society.” You huffed a laugh in agreement. After a few finishing touches to your hair and makeup, the two of you apparated down the street from the dance club. As the two of you made your way down the pavement, you were acutely aware of how different you felt compared to a few months ago. “You know, Pans, I haven’t been out like this in a long time,” you hooked your elbow with hers as you guys approached the line to get in. Pansy leaned her head on your shoulder briefly, “We’re gonna have a good time tonight, Birdie. You deserve it. Just relax and let loose. Who knows when we’ll be able to do this again.” You giggled, smiling sweetly at the bouncer as he nodded and let the both of you in without hesitation.

As you entered the club the sound of bass was nearly overwhelming. You could only mildly hear the melody to whatever song was playing, let alone your own thoughts. Pansy hooked her fingers with yours as she led a path towards the bar. You could feel men’s eyes on the pair of you the whole way up. While at your own club Pansy was stoic and focused on her job, this seemed to be an environment where she thrived. Pansy gave a particular pair of tall, handsome men a wink as she squished the two of you between another pair of guys. “Oh, excuse me handsome, we were just trying to get a few drinks, maybe a shot or two,” Pansy’s tone was coated in honey as she batted her eyelashes at the broad blonde next to her.

Her seduction trick was flawless, the blonde man buying both shots and both cocktails. She thanked him and gave a pat to his cheek before dragging you to the dance floor. This became a repeated pattern for the night: bar, batted eyelashes, dance floor. You had to give it to her, the routine worked. “Go on, Birdie you try. How about…” her eyes dragged over the sea of bodies near the bar, “him.” Her manicured finger pointed at a taller man near the center of the bar. He was handsome sure, tanned skin and dark curls on the top of his head, “Why him?” Pansy gave you an incredulous look, “Because he looks like Mattheo.” You were thankful for the amount of alcohol in your system to help hide the burning blush that flooded your cheeks, “Okay, fine.”

You made your way to the bar, Pansy close behind. As you got closer you tried a different approach than Pansy’s earlier tactic. Coming up to the man you stood directly behind him. You motioned for Pansy to stand next to you, her giving you a questioning look. The bar area was crowded, and all you needed for you plan to work was exactly what was about to happen. As another group of people tried to squish through the crowd behind you, your body was bumped forward, causing you to put your hand out and catch yourself on the man in front of you. As you’d hoped, the man turned around and you made your eyes wide and innocent as you looked up at him through your lashes, “Oh, gosh, I’m so sorry. These crowds are terrible.”

The man smiled down at you, his eyes weren’t the same as Mattheo’s. The man’s were more of a walnut brown and felt cold, like this was all a game to him just as much you . His smile also was nothing near as stunning as Mattheo’s…but regardless the man was clearly falling for the charm you’d put on, eyeing you up and down as he spoke, “Oh it’s quite alright, beautiful.” You let out a bashful laugh, looking down at the ground. The man caught your chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting your gaze back to his, “Let me buy you a drink, your friend too.” His eyes flickered over your shoulder to Pansy.

“O-okay,” the boldness of his touch causing you to stutter over your words. Your chest ached once he turned to order the drinks. The interaction didn’t leave you as satisfied as it did Pansy, if anything it left you yearning for something else. You turned to Pansy after the man handed you the drinks, “I didn’t like that.” She hummed in acknowledgement, “Yeah I was more so testing a theory.” You raised both eyebrows at her, “Mind telling the whole class, Miss Parkinson?” Pansy shook her head, smiling as she downed half her drink, “Not, yet, Professor.”

The more you drank the more your chest ached. And the more you felt yourself longing for him. You were far beyond inebriated, not thinking clearly, but what Pansy couldn’t hear couldn’t hurt her. Mattheoooooo, you closed your eyes and called out to him, not even knowing where he was with the deal, if he was possibly fighting someone. You just wanted to hear his voice. Princess…what’s wrong? You smiled to yourself. You were sure to Pansy it seemed like you were just enjoying the music as your body still ebbed and flowed with the beat.

Mattheo’s frown turned down further, something that wasn’t unusual during business meet ups, but this one was going fairly well. “What’s up, boss?” Enzo leaned in to whisper to him. Mattheo held up a finger, trying to focus on your voice in his head, Teeeooooooo, miss youu. Mattheo’s jaw clenched, Birdie, where are you? You hated using your legimens, the fact that you were communicating with Mattheo that way, along with how you were talking was causing him high concern. I’m dancing wiff Pansy, she’s such a good dancer, Teo. I wish I was dancing with yoooou. Mattheo eyed Draco, silently telling him to take the lead before Mattheo walked off back towards the truck. Birdie, are you drunk? There’s no fucking dance floor at the house? Where the fuck are you?

He rubbed both hands over his face, trying to control his breathing. Not drunk…maybe drunk…don’t member the club name, like a pretty flower. Mattheo walked back towards the others, “Are you happy with the product or not?” He was being stern with the man but Mattheo needed this deal over with. The De Luca family member nodded his head, “Yeah, we’re happy. Well wire you the money first thing in the mornin’. Always good doin’ business with you, Riddle.” Mattheo nodded, shaking the man’s hand before grabbing Enzo’s collar and dragging him away with it. “Ow, woah, hey what the fuck?” Enzo was confused by the motion. “Birdie and Pansy went to a fucking club and now Birdies drunk, we have to go get them.”

Theo jogged to catch up, “Which club did our little trouble makers go to?” Mattheo scowled slightly, “This isn’t a fucking joke, Nott. And she said something about a pretty flower? She’s fucking drunk, she’s fucking talking to me through legimens and even then I can tell she’s slurring her words. You were a man whore in your prime, Nott, which club is that.” Theo huffed out a snort but didn’t deny Matthoe’s allegations, “Sounds like probably The Dahlia.” Mattheo nodded, “Draco, Blaise, you two take the truck back. Enzo, Theo, you’re coming with me.” The boys all nodded at their assignments as Mattheo reached out to you again, Stay put, Princess, I’m coming to get you. He rounded the corner with the other two boys to make sure they were out of sight before apparating to the alley down the block from the club.

Your voice rang in his head once more, Are you going to dance with me Teo? I miss you so m- Mattheo stopped in his tracks the moment your voice cut out causing the two behind him to almost smack into his back. “What is it, what happened?” Enzo was taking in their surroundings checking for threats he may have missed. “Her voice, it just…cut out. She was talking to me and then it was like something cut it off before she could finish.” Enzo wore a worried look, glancing over at Theo whose lips were downturned. Mattheo started walking again, only faster this time. As they approached the entrance to the club, the bouncer must have recognized Theo because he pulled back the rope and allowed the three men in without question.

As they approached the edge of the dance floor Mattheo gave one instruction, “Find them.” The three spread out, weaving through swaying, sweaty bodies as they tried to catch a glimpse of anyone that looked remotely like either you or Pansy. Running into Theo, Enzo asked if he had any luck. Theo shook his head, “Not yet. Every bloody black haired woman looks like Pansy out here and I can’t catch a glimpse of Birdie anywhere.” Mattheo approached the two, eyes asking the same question Enzo had moments before. Theo shook his head, Enzo’s height giving him an advantage in the middle of the crowd. “There,” he pointed over the heads of those around him. Theo and Mattheo turn, following his indication until they’re face to face with a very far gone Pansy.

She pouted as they approached, assuming they were there to break up the fun. She opened her mouth to complain when Matthoe effectively cut her off, “Where’s Birdie.” Pansy rolled her eyes, turning around the point at the person behind her. Only you weren’t there. Pansy turned in a circle, once, twice, three times before stopping and facing the men in front of her. “I swear, Mattheo, she was just here. She’s been by my side all night. We were dancing on each other not even five minutes ago.” Mattheo’s face grew hot, a sense of worry rushing over him that he’s never felt before for any kind of person, “What do you mean she was just here. Where the bloody fucking hell would she go?”

———-

You groaned lightly, your head pounding as you tried to sit up. The floor beneath you hard and cold, your outfit doing little for warmth. As you pushed yourself to a seated position you felt a weight in one of your wrists. Looking down you saw your wrist wrapped in a thick metal cuff, a chain attaching it, and effectively you, to the wall behind it. “What the fuck…” a low whisper left your lips as your eyes started to adjust to your surroundings. The floor below you was concrete, leaving a persistent chill running throughout your body. Around you seemed to be the layout of an old factory, abandon machinery and materials littered about the space. It was darker in the building, the emergency lights appearing to be the only functioning electricity around you.

Hugging your knees to yourself, you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to call out to Mattheo. You repeated his name, over and over and over. You groaned out in frustration, slapping the floor next to you, causing the chains to rattle. “Whatever it is you are trying to do will not work.” You stiffened, the sound of his voice was something you thought you had forgotten, but hearing it ring through your ears once more brought a flood of painful memories with it. You looked around, trying to anticipate the direction the voice was coming from, the the old walls of the factory had the sound reverberated from every direction. “You know I didn’t think you’d be knocked out this long. But then again, your drunken state must have heightened the effects of the Stupefy charm.”

You watched his figure emerge from the shadows, the fear you once felt quickly returning like a white hot burn all over your body. You scooted yourself back until you were nearly flat against the wall, your knees hugged to your chest as his name fell from your lips like a ghosted whisper, “Damiano…” He smiled, flashing all of his teeth like a snarling predator as he towered over you, “Hello, Sunshine. Did you miss me?” You stayed silently, trying to press yourself impossibly further away, leading him to let out a low and menacing chuckle. He squatted down to your level, forearms resting on his knees as he balanced himself on the balls of his feet. He reached out slowly, like he was going to touch your face. You turned quickly, swatting his hand away.

He smiled once more before grabbing your face harshly, forcing your gaze to meet his, “Don’t be like that, Sunshine. I’m being very nice only chaining one arm down, but if you misbehave I have no qualms doing the other.” You huffed out your nose, still refusing to speak to him. You closed your eyes once more, desperately trying to reach Mattheo, or anyone from the family for help. Damniano applied more pressure to his grip, surely leaving the beginning of what would be a bruise on your face when he was done. “I already told you…your little tricks your new boyfriend taught you aren’t going to work. I figured he was a legimens like his failure of a father. I put a spell on the building; he can’t hear you and you can’t hear him.” Your lip quivered slightly, a new sense of fear enveloping you.

Damiano tsked at you, “I knew it. I always knew you were a stupid, weak, little witch.” He let go of your face before swinging his palm and slapping your cheek with enough force to split your bottom lip. You gasped, coughing slightly to catch your breath again, spitting blood onto the cold stone before you. You glared at him, “You think I’m weak because I’m not like you? Abusing and torturing those that don’t agree or don’t do my bidding? Why am I even here, Damiano. What do you want with me?” He looked down at you once more, a devious smirk adorning his features, “This is why you’re stupid, Sunshine. Can you not see it? Godric, okay. Let me spell it out for you. I don’t want you. You’re nothing to me. Even when you were mine you were nothing, just a tool. And that’s what you are today. Well…more like…a tool.”

Your face fell, which only caused a laugh to emit from his throat, “Oh dear girl, don’t worry. We’re not going to kill you. But we’re going to make sure Mattheo and the rest of his little group get the message. He stole something valuable from me. You, Sunshine, were nothing, but your abilities were everything. I can’t just steal you back or he’ll sick his fucking dog Berkshire. Can’t have that can we? But what I can do, is send him a fucking message.” He drew his wand as he stood a few feet away from you. You held your breath, trying to prepare for whatever he was about to unleash, but nothing could help with what he casted. With a red light leaving the tip of his wand your body was instantly aflame with pain, your muscles and limbs contorting and squeezing with agony. Your breath felt like it was knocked from your lungs, your mouth agape and gasping for air.

Two more figures appeared beside Damiano, their wands also drawn and prepped for whatever torture they were directed with. After a few moments he broke the spell, grinning as you gasped for air and tried to hold your body up from the floor. “You know, I was really hoping you would scream. I sometimes find myself missing the sound of you squealing in pain when I used to punish you. No one has quite the same ring to it you had. Guess I’ll just have to up the intensity of it all. Boys,” he turned to his cronies on either side of him, “together this time.” In perfect unison the mumbled the spell together Crucio. Immediately your back arched off the floor, your arms and legs contorting awkwardly as the searing pain once again entered your body. A blood curdling scream left your throat, the sound nearly as defeating as the pain you were feeling. Your eyes rolled at the immense pain, your mind going blank.

As you felt like you were on the brink of passing out, Damiano instructed them all to stop. He turned to them once more, giving specific instructions, “I want you to rough her up a bit more, but don’t touch her face. I want her to be recognizable when they find her. The two men nodded before approaching you together. You managed to sit yourself up again, holding yourself up on wobbly arms. This position didn’t last as one of Damiano’s men quickly landed the heel of his boot to your shoulder, your collarbone cracking with the action. You flew back slightly at the action and collapsed on your back. You groaned in pain, clutching the area and turning to your side. The men began kicking you; in the stomach, in the ribs, in the back. You were a rag doll for their game of human football, barely audible grunts and moans slipping past your lips. “That’s enough,” Damniano’s voice rang out. You coughed, spitting out more blood that seemed to fill your mouth.

The two men left your side immediately, walking back to their previous positions to watch as Damiano approached you. He crouched over you again, taking your face in his hands. With his thumb he spread your blood over your lips, “I always did like red on you.” You tried to pull away, but your strength was null, “Like I said, Sunshine, you…are weak. But you were mine first. And I can’t let you, or anyone else, forget that.” He shoved you from his grip, you falling back down to the ground. You were limp on the cold concrete as Damiano lifted your skirt over your hips. You felt him grip the meat of your thigh closer to your hip before the tip of his wand began to dig into your skin with a white hot burn. A whimper left your throat as he carved into your skin; you could smell it burning. Once done he grabbed the back of your head, tilting your neck awkwardly so you could see his handiwork on your body. On the outside of your thigh, closer to your hip was a small symbol that would make it impossible for you to ever see it without thinking of Damiano. A sun.

A single tear fell down your cheek, Damiano leaning in and licking it off your face with a satisfied hum. “You know I love it when you cry, Sunshine. But I can’t stick around to watch. As soon as I’m gone, the blocking spells will be lifted. Then you can call your little dark lord boyfriend. You’re at 1538 Woodbury Lane in London. Really wish I could see his face when he finds you.” He pulled your skirt back down over your legs once more, patting your leg where he just carved your skin before walking away and apparating out of sight with a low popping noise. You waited a few moments, just to make sure he wasn’t coming back, before tightly shutting your eyes, your entire focus on Mattheo and anyone else in the family that might be able to hear you.

1538 Woodbury Lane, London. 1538 Woodbury Lane, London. 1538 Woodbury Lane, London. You repeated the address over and over again until finally you heard him, We’re on our way, Princess, don’t move. You opened your eyes, at the sound of his voice, tears now flowing freely down your face. The irony of that statement ‘don’t move’ was not lost on you, causing a forced laugh from your lungs. With Mattheo’s confirmation that he was coming, you finally allowed your body to relax into the concrete below you. As if that was all the permission your body needed, your eyes felt heavy and soon, everything became dark.

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Hello I hope you're doing well! I was wondering if you could maybe do an eddie x reader where reader doesn't want kids n thinks eddie does but eddie comforts and reassures her n stuff? Thank you so so much!! 🖤🖤🖤

hiii tysm for requesting! | 0.6k fluff and sort of hurt/comfort

You’re at the grocery store with Eddie. A mundane activity made ten times better because you get to be with your boyfriend. Something about grocery shopping with a partner is almost romantic. Personal.

Eddie’s debating between pasta shapes while you guard the cart, elbows bent and resting on the handle. His hair is frizzy from the wind, his shirt a bit wrinkly. He looks perfect.

You’re brought out of your boyfriend-admiring haze by a tug on your pant leg. A little girl stares up at you when you look down.

“Are you lost?”

She nods, her eyes watery. You loosely take her hand, reassuring her that you’ll find her family easily. It’s a small grocery store, so it’s hard to miss a nervous mother yelling for her child.

It’s a quick and easy reunion, a thank you from her mother and you’re turning away.

Eddie was at the end of the pasta aisle, not too far from your cart but positioned so he could see you. Your kindness is something he admires, and that’s no different here. He loves everything you do, but seeing you be such a good person never fails to make his heart squeeze.

When you return to him, he says, “you’re good with kids.”

“Really?” You don’t hide your surprise very well.

“Yeah, really. Got that parental instinct, maybe.”

Though he says it lightly, an offhand comment, it’s enough to get you thinking. You’ve talked about almost everything with Eddie. One thing you haven’t discussed is kids. You’re still young, you have time for that, but he’s your forever and you’re starting to worry you can’t give him the life he wants.

You don’t want kids, not now, and most likely not ever. What happens if he does?

You’re quiet for the rest of the shopping trip, short replies and a dimmed smile. Eddie notices and he wonders what could've brought you down so quickly. Usually, you love grocery shopping.

He doesn’t bring it up at first. No, he wants to give it time, to see if you might just have gotten tired or in a bad mood. Nothing’s wrong with that, so he pushes it off and hopes you’ll talk to him if you need to.

He doesn’t bring it up until that night, in his bed, backs against his headboard, your head on his shoulder.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“What? Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’ve been quiet since the grocery store. Just wanted to know if something happened.”

You know you need to talk about it sooner or later, and he’s giving you an opening, one you know is safe. You trust him, you’re just terrified you’ll lose him after this.

“Well, I guess there’s something I should tell you.”

“You can say anything to me,” he reaches for your hand, intertwines your fingers.

“I don’t want to have kids.”

You say it as quickly as possible. Ripping of the bandaid.

“What was that, honey?”

“I- uh. I don’t want to have kids.”

This time, he understands.

“That’s why you’ve been down?”

“I just don’t want you to be stuck with me if you want them.”

Eddie’s heart pinches. Stuck with you? If anything, you’re the one stuck with him. He hates that you’d ever think a life with you wouldn't be enough for him. It’s more than that, it’s everything.

“Honey. Any future with you is the one I want, okay?” He squeezes your hand, shifts so that you can see each other while he talks. “That’s your choice, and I’m the luckiest guy alive to have you in the first place.”

Eddie Munson. The perfect juxtaposition. All dark, ripped denim and chains on the outside, the brightest, sweetest boy on the inside.

You wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him close, blankets tangled between you. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life than I am about you, got it?”

You squeeze him tighter, trying not to cry over how good he is.

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Four Years

synopsis: wonwoo is a published author, and after a full year he makes his comeback with a new bestseller which angers you, leading you back to him

genre: exes to lovers, slight angst

word count: 3.4k

pairings: ex boyfriend, author! wonwoo x ex partner! g.n. reader

warnings: alcohol mention, some cursing, if i’m missing anything lmk !

a/n: shoutout to my friend for recommending me this idea for a wonwoo fic omg i’m obsessed ??? thank u xoxo (hope y’all enjoy) ~

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana

With his nightly bottle of watermelon soju already completely finished, wonwoo let out another aggravated sigh as he sat in front of the same empty word document on his macbook. Cursor blinking teasingly at him, he smashed random keys before hearing a small text notification ring from beside him. His eyes looked down at his iphone screen and noticed the text from his publisher, asking when his next book would be ready and if he needed to push back his release date for the third time this year. Truth be told, he had no clue when his new book would be ready for release since he hasn’t even started on it yet. It's been months since his last strike of inspiration and no matter how many dates he went on or how many one night stands he had, they never helped him with his creative loss. He would always hope to feel something, anything. But he always felt the same emotion afterwards: temporary bliss that was soon replaced by the same feeling of loneliness.

after you both separated four years ago, you’ve noticed his books and writing hasn’t been the same. even before he was a successful published author, his work was always full of life and positivity with love spilling off the pages. but his first published book after your breakup was very different and didn’t seem like him at all. sure, you can tell it was him writing from knowing his writing style like the back of your hand but the sadness you felt from reading it out of pure curiosity made you feel heartbroken all over again. although his recent writings were what brought him more popularity, even becoming a New York Times best selling author, you missed all the mushy gushy things he used to write. even his small fan base online were surprised by his sudden shift in genre but were nonetheless surprised and admired his art.

another thirty minutes passed wonwoo by with nothing but the same blank word document teasing his lack of creativity. it wasn’t till his phone continuously buzzed when he was brought out of his daze and noticed a call incoming from his publisher. he debated on picking up the call, but decided to after realizing he’d rather talk to anyone than deal with his writers block.

“hello?” wonwoo answered as he picked up the phone, hearing an automatic sigh of relief from the man.

“i’ve been texting you for two days and haven’t heard anything, thought you were dead or something.” jeonghan, his publisher, joked on the other end. jeonghan wasn’t just a publisher but also one of his closest friends from high school who has stuck by him ever since they met. both of them meeting seemed like destiny, and to this day they both are convinced that’s true.

“just been busy is all.” wonwoo replied in a monotone voice, resting his head in the palm of his free hand as his elbow propped up on his desk. he wiggled his nose up to further push up his frames, ultimately using his pinky finger to do so since he failed at his first attempt.

“how far along are you with the new book? everyone’s waiting for something new from you, it’s been almost a year.” his friend and publisher spoke, his irritation and concern seeping through the phone.

a deep sigh was heard from the writer, his fingers tapping on his cheek as if in thought. “i don’t know, man. i really don’t. my writer's block is winning right now and i- i don’t know.”

“you have two weeks, wonwoo. that’s when the next meeting is. please, i’m begging, at least have a little something by then.”

wonwoo hummed in agreement, saying he would try his best to do so before hanging up with a goodnight. he threw his phone on the bed behind him, running a hand through his hair afterwards to soothe his thoughts in any possible way. a knock on his door interrupted any new worries attempting to sneak their way into his brain, making his eyes dart to his desk clock and realizing he had scheduled a hookup with someone he met on tinder a while back. how he forgot about getting laid tonight he doesn’t know, but he didn’t hesitate to run to the bathroom and quickly fix himself before going to open the door to get on with his nightly activities.

it was two a.m. and there wonwoo sat, a stranger sleeping in his bed with their back facing him as he played with their hair mindlessly in thought. every time he was with someone, his mind endlessly wandered to you. thinking back to all the memories you both shared together through the years and curious as to how you were doing nowadays. but he never dared to reach out, scared that you had him blocked or even worse: would leave him on read. as sadistic as it may seem, he always imagined you were the one laying next to him snoring peacefully or you were the one riding him through the night instead of all these random people.

that’s when an idea struck him: you. how did he not think of this sooner? with his writer's block now lifted, he quietly shuffled out of bed in his red and black boxers over to his desk to snag his laptop and move into his spare bedroom that he always referred to as his ‘writing headquarters’. a tired smile spread across his lips as he finally typed out every thought he had. and although he felt tired, he also felt very energetic from finally being able to start and hopefully finish his new book. he just hoped it would be liked and loved by many, and hopefully you wouldn’t be upset with him for it.

as the meeting came to a close, everyone reassured how well wonwoo’s new book would be and how much of a best seller it was sure to be. the kind words brought a proud smile to his face, making him look like a giddy twenty year old who’s discussing his first potential publication when in reality it would be his fifth. jeonghan gave his friend a comforting hug as they left the conference room, telling him how great of a job he was doing in his career and how he surprises him with each new book of his.

“just one thing though.” jeonghan said as he pulled back, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. “do you think y/n will appreciate this? is it going to be an issue for them?”

the writer thought for a moment, not really thinking too deeply about the fact of his new upcoming publishing. “i don’t see a problem with it, to be honest. and i didn’t mention their name at all, so i don’t think they’ll care much. hopefully.”

you sat down with your cup of coffee across from your closest friend, vernon. you’ve known him since you were younger, your mothers being friends since childhood and always having a pact to have children who grew up to be best friends just like them. luckily enough for them, it came true. and now here you two were: best friends and roommates. he knew everything about you, every little detail. as did you about him. that’s why when he picked up his pre-ordered copy of wonwoo’s new book, the details of the love story seemed all too familiar.

“have you read his new book?” he asks as he waves his paperback copy in his hand, causing you to look up from the flower foam art in the mug.

you shook your head, letting out a small laugh. “no. why would i read my ex's new book for?”

“because i’m pretty sure the new book is about you two, your story and shit.” vernon’s words almost made you choke on the sip of coffee you just drank, your eyes widening at him.

“excuse me? what do you mean ‘our story’?”

your best friend flipped open the book to a specific part he purposely bookmarked with a post it note to show to you, pointing to the specific paragraph. “here he describes how the two protagonists meet, which is freshman year college orientation.” he nudged your arm with his elbow as you leaned over the table to read the paragraph.

every detail was just how you remembered the night you met wonwoo. down the the mainstream music bumping through the speakers that you couldn’t stand to hear with a red solo cup full of red punch instead of alcohol because you couldn’t stand the taste of strong liquor. he even described the way your eyes met his between the busy bodies of the crowd, and the conversation with both of your individual friends being drowned out from your pure concentration on one another from across the room.

“maybe it’s just a coincidence.” you bluffed, hoping if you denied it it would be true. but everyone knew that wasn’t true in the slightest, especially vernon.

“bullshit.” he scoffed, turning to another page with a blue sticky note on it. “i first thought the same thing, but here he describes your first date together. and that’s kind of hard to make up considering how hectic it was from start to finish.”

you read the entirety of the page, skimming through it with your mouth hanging slightly open at the accuracy. you and wonwoo’s date was supposed to be a simple movie night at his place, but that was the same night that his roommate started a fire which made you two switch over to your place. but just as the movie was starting, your roommate came rushing in drunkenly crying about some guy that broke her heart and how she needed you. when you described she was on a date, she cried even harder and locked herself in the bathroom which led to her falling asleep in the bathtub that night. and, as if the night couldn’t get any inconvenient, wonwoo needed to use the bathroom so you both ultimately decided to just go out somewhere and eat. but with both of you being broke college students, all you could afford was to share a large menchie’s frozen yogurt.

by the time you both arrived there, they had ten minutes till closing. the book described the daggers the high schoolers sent you as you rushed to compromise on flavors and toppings. even the mix of flavors and different toppings were ones you remembered getting that night, so at this point you stopped reading and sat back down in your seat to take an angry sip of your newly warm drink. vernon shut the book slowly, a grin of ‘i told you so’ plastered across his face.

“what the fuck.” was all you could manage to say before letting out a drastic sigh. “did you finish it? how does it end?”

he shoved the book and his half eaten sandwich into his bag before responding to you. “exactly how you guys broke up. you know,” he started, pausing to take in a deep breath. “you should talk to him. see why he basically aired both of your businesses to the world.”

you nodded, finishing off your coffee and slinging your tote bag over your shoulder. “lucky for me he’s having a book signing later today so i’ll just go there-“

“y/n, don’t cause a scene.” vernon recommended, placing a cautious hand on top of yours.

but you pulled it away, smiling down at him sarcastically. “yeah, yeah. i’ll try.”

later that night you did as you said you would: attend your ex's book signing at the local bookstore in the city. it was cute, small, and a place you and wonwoo frequented all throughout your college years. but now with both of you being in your early thirties and no longer together, it was just a store you passed on your way home to the train station filled with distant memories. you listened to the people around you talking amongst one another about wonwoo, claiming him to be their favorite author and how this is one of his best works yet. some even said how much of an ideal man he seemed to be, going as far to call him perfect. you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, letting a quiet chuckle escape here and there.

you noticed his demeanor change once you stepped in front of his table, switching from a cheerful one to a calm one in an instant. you smiled at him annoyed, asking if he could sign your book. he just just nodded, not a word being said from him.

“how dare you, wonwoo?” you whispered, biting down on your inner cheek to keep you from raising your voice and causing a scene.

he finished signing with his silver sharpie, looking up at you with a smile you couldn’t quite read to throw off those around you two. “stay after the signing, i’ll explain. i promise.” he responded, nodding along as if he were answering a fan-type of question.

you just nodded, thanking him kindly and walking away while telling him how you enjoyed the read. but in reality, you wanted to just yell at how he shared your intimate details with the world. sure, no one except both of your closest friends and family members would know that it’s both of your stories but still. just the thought of them knowing deeper parts of your first real relationship with your first love made your skin crawl. you kept those memories to yourself so no one could take them away from you, but here jeon wonwoo was doing all that work for you.

as you walked away, you noticed jeonghan and walked over to him since he just stood there on his phone. you still talked to him here and there, just small little messages of ‘hope you’re well!’ and occasional likes of instagram stories and tweets. he smiled seeing you, holding out his arms for a hug and you obliging.

“your client is an asshole.” you mumbled into his shoulder, earning a small laugh from him.

he just nodded, rubbing your back as you both pulled away. “i told him to ask you, i guess he didn’t?”

you shook your head, rolling your eyes as you shoving the freshly signed book into your tote bag. “i haven’t heard from him since the breakup. that’s why i'm so shocked and angry, han.”

you soon felt a hand on your shoulder, looking up to see the man you couldn’t wait to give a piece of your mind. you glared at him as his eyes softened, grabbing your wrist gently and pulling you to a back room they reserved for artists when they came to the bookstore for such events. jeonghan just watched as he crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head and scoffing as he walked away to talk to grab himself a much needed large iced americano.

as soon as the door closed behind you both, you threw your bag on the small couch beside you and stared at him with distaste. “how fucking dare you!” you yelled, pointing at his chest causing him to start backing up. “how dare you air out our relationship like that for the world to read?”

he continued backing up, his arms up in the air to display his mercy. “i understand how fucked up it seems but-“

“but what? you ran out of ideas and decided to use our story for a good book idea instead?” by this time wonwoo was backed up into a wall, his arms still in the air for defense. “our relationship wasn’t-“

“i know what our relationship was and wasn't, y/n. you don’t need to tell me.” his voice raised a bit in volume, making you swallow hard. he almost never yelled, so even hearing it today still made you surprised. “you know for every single one of my writings you’ve been my inspiration behind them. every single one. i haven’t wrote for almost an entire year because i’ve missed you so much until i just- i missed you so much that i just wrote about us. and i’m sorry if you took it the wrong way but fuck.” he paused, running his hands through his hair as he looked down at the floor then back up at you once more. “i miss you. i know it’s been four years but i still can’t get over you and, and i don’t know what came over me. i guess me writing about us helped me with my writers block. so much so that i even started on my second book already-“

you shook your head as your eyes stared into his. “im just shocked, is all. pissed off, yes. but because you didn’t run it by me. you could’ve easily texted me or something, won. you know that.”

he swallowed, biting down on his lip in embarrassment. “i just got scared you’d block me or something. i’m sorry, i truly am. if you want i can have the books pulled from the shelves, i wouldn’t mind. id just have to talk to jeonghan about it.”

another shake of your head, this time a foolish smile accompanied by it. “no, it’s fine. i just wanted an explanation as to why you did it, is all.” your eyes wandered from his eyes to his hair, noticing a few poking greys. you raised your hand to it, playing with it between your fingers. “you’re getting old, grandpa.”

he laughed, swatting your hand away in a playful manner. “you’re not too far off.”

your eyes landed on one another’s again, making you both hitch your breaths in your throats. if anything, wonwoo was more handsome than the day you had met him all those years ago. and you’d be lying if you said you regretted breaking things off with him. at the time, your insecurities were out of whack causing you to overthink. it even made you assume wonwoo wasn’t as interested in you as before, ultimately leaving you to break up with him so he could ‘find better’. but truth be told he never could, because you were all he needed and vice versa. you tried dating, you really did. but nobody ever compared to him, not even close. and you wanted to reach out to apologize and potentially mend the relationship, but you knew if he had moved on it would hurt you. because you couldn’t be just friends with someone you were still utterly in love with, it’d hurt too much and you weren’t getting any younger.

you cleared your throat, wonwoo following suit which made the atmosphere between you both even more awkward than previously. you noticed the blush on his cheeks, smiling at him proudly. “i find it cute how i can still make you blush after all these years.”

he rolled his eyes, cocking his head to the side. “and i find it cute how flustered you still get around me.”

you let out a soft giggle, taking a few steps back to widen the gap before reaching your hand out to grab his. both of your fingers intertwined automatically, melting together as if they never left. you started walking towards the exit of the room, not saying a word until wonwoo questioned you.

“where are we going?”

“that old diner we went to all the time is still open, i wanted to take you.” you responded, pausing in front of the door and turning back to look at him. “unless you’re busy?”

he shook his head violently, making you laugh. the small wrinkles by your eyes made his heart skip a beat, taking note of the subtle aging in your skin. regardless, he still found your beauty mesmerizing. “for you i’m not. i'd prefer frozen yogurt though.”

for the rest of the night, you both caught up on each other's lives. talking to him was really easy, almost as if you were still best friends and partners. you both shared the same large frozen yogurt you always did all those years back, your noses scrunching at the odd combinations of reese’s peanut butter syrup and bubble gum flavored froyo. but the evening was nice and cool, making you both feel like those eighteen year olds that were still helplessly falling for each other. except you were now thirty-two and still helplessly falling for one another, except it was all over again.

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The Heart is a Deep Ocean - Last Part

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: The aftermath of the sinking

Warnings for this chapter: Angst, 18+, tender Bucky, fear, catastrophe, flashbacks (in italics), fluff, pain, sadness, happiness, slight open ending, tying up loose ends

A/N: Beta'd by my dear friend @sparkledfirecracker, thank you my love 😘 I can't believe its over, but I'm very proud of myself for actually completing it. I hope you all like it. There is a flash-forward in this chapter. All mistakes are my own ❤️

Please do not repost, translate or copy my work. Reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated! 😊

Divider credit to the lovely @firefly-graphics

80 years later

Your hands shook as you flipped to the next page of the scrapbook in your hand, tracing over a photo of Bucky all dressed up. Seeing him like that brought tears to your eyes, blurring the vision of your grandchildren sitting before you. Your daughter stood up from the couch and came to sit next to you, hugging you into her side.

“You must have been so scared, Mom,” Grant, your firstborn, said from the armchair he was sitting in, his youngest daughter perched on his lap. You nodded, through the tears.

“It was terrifying,” you responded, falling back into the story.

There were so few survivors around you and that tugged at your already broken heart. With a blanket atop Bucky’s jacket, you sat watching families reconnect, while others sat distraught at their losses. Some were in shellshock, unable to collect themselves, just staring off into the distance.

The cold air bit at your face, tears freezing halfway down. Even though you couldn’t put thoughts together, you couldn’t stop crying. You never knew if you’d stop. Everything you owned, including your heart, was on that ship and you had nothing. Going back to your family was not an option you wanted, especially because you knew they’d want you to marry. And the idea of loving anyone else was impossible to fathom.

Bucky wanted you to survive, and you had to live, finding that will was going to take time. You could do it, even if it seemed hard now, but you could. You owed him that much, to keep his memory alive.

As you were thinking about what your next steps would be, someone sat beside you. Closer than a stranger should. There wasn’t much energy left in you to scoot away, the plunge into the icy water was draining but you still turned your head to tell the man to back off.

But the words got stuck in your throat.

“Told you I’d find you again, Angel,” Bucky said, smirking playfully down at you. His hair was slicked back from the water, and he had two blankets draped over his shoulders. Yet he looked like he had just come from a photoshoot. Handsome as ever. So handsome and so not real.

He couldn’t be. You were dreaming, you had to be. Your mind was too far gone, you were hallucinating. There was a yearning to reach out and touch him, your fingers fidgeting in your lap but you were scared. If you touched him, he might disappear. That’s how mirages worked, right?

You shook your head, “you can’t be real. I’m dreaming. Fuck, I’ve lost it.”

He chuckled, letting you ramble on with your debate on whether or not he was real.

Before you could make up your mind, he reached out, cupping your cheek in his warm hand. You leaned into it, shutting your eyes. Everything in you prayed that he would still be there when you opened them. Warm lips touched yours and you fell into the kiss. Your body immediately reacting to him, wrapping your hands around his neck and pressing yourself to his body.

He used his free hand to wrap around your waist and pull you onto his lap, never breaking the kiss. You broke apart with a gasp but didn’t separate too far, feeling each other’s breath fanning against your faces. Bucky grabbed the blanket that had fallen off your shoulders, wrapping it tightly around the two of you.

“I’m real, doll. I promise,” Bucky whispered, not wanting to break the spell. Tears fell freely down your face, and he did his best to wipe them all away, “don’t cry, Angel, please. You’re breaking my heart.”

“I thought I lost you,” you admitted, letting out a small sobbing hiccup. “I didn’t know what I was going to do. I’d never felt hurt like this before, Bucky.”

“Oh baby, I know. I felt it too, from the moment your hand slipped from mine to the moment I resurfaced and wasn’t able to find you.”

“Where’d you go?”

“I got pulled into the suction of the boat sinking, yanking me away from you. And when I surfaced, I was on the far side of the wreckage. I could faintly hear you calling but I couldn’t get to you.”

“I was so scared. But I knew you’d want me to fight and so I did.”

Bucky kissed you softly, “my little fighter, I knew you would. I had faith you’d make it and I knew I had to survive for you. So I made myself heard when the boats finally came back around,” Bucky paused, his breath hitching. “When I got to this ship and I couldn’t find you,” he shook his head, “it was like nothing I’d ever felt before.”

You nodded, knowing exactly how he felt.

“With you back in my arms, I feel whole again.”

A hand fell on your shoulder, and you looked up to see Bucky smiling down at you, wrinkles accenting his handsome face, “and I never stopped feeling whole, not with you in my arms.”

He leaned down and gave you a passionate kiss. Just as full of love as that first kiss. You could hear the grandkids groaning about cooties, and your kids shushing them, mentioning something about true love.

Bucky settled in beside you, taking the scrapbook off your lap, “I married her the day after we landed in New York. I couldn’t spend another day with her as my wife,” he told the kids. “She looked like an angel. Just as beautiful then as she is now.”

“Oh hush,” you chastised him, hiding your face. He still managed to make you feel butterflies after all these years and the life the two of you led had been a wonderful one. Four children, seven grandchildren, countless pets and so many memories.

It was a life you never thought you’d have when you stepped on that boat, all those years ago. A full life, with everything you could have asked for.

“Once we got married, we told our families,” you started.

“Who turned out to be more excited for us than we thought they’d be,” Bucky chuckled.

“His family was not a fan of Catherine either.”

“And her family just wanted her wed, no matter who the man was. They thought she was too much of a free spirit.”

This brought a laugh to the whole room, knowing just how much of a free spirit you were.

“From there we had Grant, and you all know the rest,” you said, and Bucky shut the scrapbook with a smile.

“I think it’s time for bed,” Grant stated. The rest of your kids agreed as they gathered up the little ones. Each chimed a good night as they headed up the stairs. Your youngest daughter Winnie planted a kiss on each of your cheeks as she left. She had always been a daddy’s girl, making sure to give him an extra hug.

Bucky stood up, reaching out his hand to help you up. Together you began to head to your bedroom upstairs, on the third floor.

“I think we did good, don’t you?” Bucky asked as you passed the plethora of photographs and drawings that littered the walls leading up.

“We got lucky, finding each other when we did,” you smiled. Your hand never left his as you reached the top floor, stopping at a single photo.

“Lucky, yes,” he agreed. “But life owned us too, with everything we went through. Everything we lost.”

His face was haunted, as he looked at the photo of him and Steve, smiling wide for the camera. You tucked yourself under his arm, snuggling closer to him. “He gave up everything for us, and I think we did a good job repaying him.”

Bucky nodded, eyes full of emotion for his lost friend. “I miss him every day, and I thank him just as often.”

“Maybe we’ll see him soon, Buck.”

Silently he turned to you, and gave you a sweet kiss. One you felt all the way to your toes. He cupped your face, gazing into your eyes. Everything he felt, everything he left unsaid, you could read clearly in them. Love filled every part of your part and it was all because of him. A long life with him was blissfully perfect, despite all the hardships.

“Maybe you’re right, Angel.”

With that, the two of you headed to bed, falling into a deep slumber in each other’s arms. Like you had every night for the past 80 years. A calm blanket of love and peace enveloped you both.

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My Little Eddie Teddy

Not sure if there’s really an audience for this one, fix-it fic kind of I guess and probably a very unpopular pairing, but I want to explore more of a family dynamic with this rather than anything explicit/romantic. The Munson boys just need a bit more love and care in their lives, ok… cause my heart breaks for them... but let me break them some more first lol. I debated doing this as an OC but ultimately decided against it. All hurt no comfort, well maybe a little bit of comfort at the end.

Nephew!Eddie & Aunt!Reader, Wayne Munson x Reader. No smut/explicit content in this one, just grief and trauma and heartbreak.

Edward Theodore Munson was your nephew. Well, sort of, you’d been dating his uncle Wayne for the past three years when his parents foisted him off onto the pair of you. He was five now. His parents had flitted in and out of your lives as they pleased, on and off throughout the years, never quite finding it in themselves to stick around. Wayne was nothing like his brother, you thanked your lucky stars for that. You loved Eddie like the son you never had, he was your little Eddie Teddy, as you had grown fond of calling him. And you were his Teetee, he’d had problems early on pronouncing the word ‘Auntie’. At first it came out as Teetee and it stuck.

“Wayne, we gotta talk.” You say pulling him aside.

“What you gonna leave me? You finally get sick of me?” He jokes nervously.

“No, nothing like that.” You rush to reassure him, but then pause for a moment, “Well…”

“Oh god you are leaving me. Why? What was it? What did I do?” His eyes search your own, panicstricken.

“It’s nothing you did.” You place a hand on his shoulder, “I uh, I was offered a job in the city. I’m moving out there in a couple of weeks. I found a place for all of us, I want you and Eddie to come with me.” You say hopefully.

“I can’t.” Wayne hangs his head. “We can’t, I’ve got work, Eddie is just about to start school. It won’t work.”

“Why not, it’s perfect we can find him a school out there, you can find a new job. Something with better hours, better pay too hopefully. We can make it work.”

“I can’t.” He repeats crestfallen.

“Ok, well then maybe I can commute. A lot of people do that.”

“Y/n it’s almost two hours one way, that’s no way to live, by the time you get home you won’t even have time for us anyway. You know my hours are shit as it is. No I won’t let you do that. An’ I won’t let you pass up on this opportunity.”

“So… what does that mean for us then? We can’t just be done. I love you. I love Eddie. You are my family.”

“I don’t know what to say, y/n.”

“Say you’ll try, say we’ll make it work, whatever it takes.” Desperation creeping into your voice.

“I won’t lie to you. We… we have to end it. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I love you too, but we can’t. It won’t work.” He sheds a tear.

“Will I still be able to see you? Keep in touch?”

“That’d just hurt too much… for both of us.”

“What about Eddie, can I visit him? What do we tell him?”

“It’ll just confuse him, you can’t see him anymore either.” He says definitively.

“What, more than me just up and disappearing one day? No. No I won’t do that to him.”

“He’ll adjust and it’s not your decision to make. We tell him the truth, that you’re leaving and he can never see you again.”

“Please don’t do this.” You beg him tears streaming down your cheeks.

“It’s what has to be done, y/n.” He finishes gruffly, you can see his walls slamming into place, shutting you out firmly.

“No!” You hear the small wail from behind you. Suddenly a tiny lump is latching itself to your leg.

“Don’t go!” He pleads, “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Oh, buddy it’s not your fault.” You ruffle his little mop of curls.

He looks up at you teary eyed, bottom lip quivering, “Why… hic.. Why are you leaving?”

Every word is like another knife to your heart, “Things aren’t working with your uncle and me. I got a new job remember and I gotta go there to work. It’s no one’s fault, sometimes these things just happen.”

“Why does everyone leave me?” He sobs.

His words cut right through you, you don’t know when it started but you could feel hot tears burning your eyes, maybe you’d been crying this whole time. You kneel down beside him, scooping him into a hug.

“This doesn’t mean I don’t love you anymore, you will always be my Eddie Teddy, ok?”

You pull back a moment, untying the black bandana wrapped around your wrist. You twist it up and tie it around his head, it pushes his curls off his forehead. “You keep that safe for me ok? And every time you look at it you can remember your Teetee.”

He’s squirming and pulling away from your grip, “Let me go!” He yells angrily.

“Listen,” you implore holding on to his tiny wrist as he wriggles out of your embrace, “Listen, if you need anything I will always be here for you. You just have to come find me.”

He rips the bandana off his head, throwing it into the dirt and stomping his little foot, “YOU SAID YOU WOULD NEVER LEAVE ME! YOU SAID WE WERE FAMILY! I HATE YOU!“ He screams wrenching his arm from yours as he runs back to the trailer.

You look over to see Wayne standing in the doorway arms crossed, you make eye contact and hesitate a moment before turning to collect your bags and heading to your car.

Wayne pushes off the door jamb with his body, uncrossing his arms and walking over to the discarded bandana stopping to pick it up and brushing the dirt off it. He gives one final glance to your retreating form, tears welling in his eyes, before turning back and returning to his home.

You load up your bags and enter the driver’s seat, that’s when the tears really hit you, the body wracking, gut wrenching sobs. You place your hands over the wheel and rest your head against them. When you’re all cried out you start the car reluctantly, leaving their lives for good, for all you knew.

Dustin cradles Eddie in his arms as he lies there spluttering through his own blood. As he loses consciousness, Dustin hears the sound of feet slapping on the concrete.

“STEVE!” He shouts, “You have to help him, we have to help him.” He looks up at Steve teary eyed, begging.

Steve drops to his knees beside the pair, he strips the vest off of Eddie’s body and tears his shirt in two pulling that off as well. He continues to tear the shirt into scraps of fabric and begins bandaging the wounds. Once done he hoists Eddie’s limp form over his shoulder, dragging him back to the trailer where Robin and Nancy wait, Dustin trailing behind him. The group enters the trailer and Steve lays Eddie on top of the stained mattress to position a chair beneath the gate, he clambers on top of it and pulls himself through to the other side, flipping himself to land on his feet. He scrambles to shift the couch giving the others a softer landing before climbing on top of it and calling up through the hole in the ceiling, “Guys, I need you to grab those sheets and tie them around Eddie, bring him over then as careful as you can one of you climb on the chair and one support him and pass the sheets through the gate.”

Robin and Nancy jump to action doing as asked, grabbing the ends of the sheet Steve tugs Eddie through the opening cushioning his fall as he topples through.

The girls help Dustin back through before following themselves.

“Car. Now.” Steve instructs, tossing the keys to Nancy as he lifts Eddie’s frame.

They all pile in and race to the hospital.

Dustin enters the waiting room on crutches, leg bandaged up. Steve rushes over to him, “Are you ok?” He puts his hands on the boy’s shoulders surveying him.

“‘M fine, it’s just a sprain, get off. Where is he? I need to see him.” He demands.

“They’ve taken him for surgery… but they’re not going to let you see him. They’ve called the police. They’re going to arrest him for Chrissy’s murder, among others. No visitors.”

The crutches fall to the ground with a clatter as he leans in to Steve, wrapping his arms around him sobbing into his chest, Steve embraces him comfortingly.

Despite not being allowed to see him, Dustin insisted that they stay and wait for news on Eddie. Steve remains by his side. The emergency room is thrown into chaos as another patient is brought in.

“Erica, what’re you doing here… Lucas what’s going on?” Dustin shouts, hobbling over to them.

Lucas stares off into the distance, unresponsive. Erica answers for the pair of them, “It’s Max… Vecna, Vecna got her. Then the quakes started. She’s alive, only just. I don’t know how but… but they’re taking her in now.”

Eddie comes to with a groan of pain, he goes to rub his head but his hand catches on something. Looking down at his wrist he finds he’s handcuffed to the bed railing. He surveys his surroundings, taking in the blinking monitors and beeping machines. He jangles the cuff around his wrist, “Ugh, here we go.” He grumbles.

He dislocates his thumb with a wince. All those times in the back of Hopper’s Blazer, in lock up, being a smartass little brat paid off as he recalls slipping out of his cuffs time after time to show them off, dangling from a finger with a smug grin, much to the Sheriff’s annoyance.

He slips his hand out, popping his thumb back into place, rubbing at the joint and his wrist. He searches the room, every surface, every cupboard, “Clothes, clothes, what did they do with my clothes?” He mumbles under his breath. “Shit.” He breathes out in frustration.

He moves to peek through the window to his room, cautiously popping his head up. He catches sight of a police officer dozing on a chair beside the door. He tests the door handle to find it gives, twisting it carefully he opens the door slowly. Creeping past the officer in a crouch he takes off down a corridor, careful not to be spotted. He makes it to the fire escape, opening the door to the staircase he darts inside, guiding the door shut quietly.

He breathes a sigh of relief, pressing himself against the wall for a moment before starting down the stairs. He makes it out to the side of the building shrouded in darkness in nothing but his hospital gown. He takes off again down the street sticking to the shadows, careful not to be seen. As he nears the residential areas he hops a fence with some difficulty and spies some washing hanging on a line. He grabs an assortment of clothes, pants, shirt, a hoodie, pulling them on while he goes and drawing the hood down over his face.

It’s a miracle he’s managed to make it all the way to the trailer park without having been spotted by anyone. He thanks whichever god above is responsible for his luck tonight, until he gets close enough to see the wreckage of his home. He picks through the rubble, tears pricking his eyes as he thinks what may have happened to his uncle. He tries not to dwell on those thoughts as he pulls out a rucksack and shuffles through the debris to find any items of use. He pulls together a pile of ratty, dusty clothes, his black metal lunchbox packed with money and his ‘product’, a few cassettes that managed to survive and a couple of photos one more recent, him and his uncle at a concert, the other was one he had secreted away. You and his uncle and him, taken on his fourth or fifth birthday, he looks down at them fondly before stuffing them in his bag and setting off on foot.

A crowd had gathered in front of the hospital, that was supposedly caring for the infamous Eddie Munson.

“Let us through!”

“Yeah, why are you helping that murderer?!”

“Burn the freak!”

“Quiet everyone,” hospital security urges, “unfortunately due to complications in surgery Mr. Munson has passed away. No one will be entering the building, unless it is a medical emergency.”

A man pushes through the crowd, “Where’s my nephew? What did they do to him? You bring me my nephew right now!” He growls.

“Sir please calm down, let me contact my college.” the guard attempts to placate him, leading him away from the angry mob. He speaks into the walkie that was clipped to his belt in hushed tones before turning back to the man.

“They’re saying that they’ve already cremated him.”

Wayne Munson’s face drops in anguish, his body gives way and he’s crumpling into a heap on the ground, sobbing into his hands. The guard leans down, hooking his arms beneath Wayne’s and lifts him to his feet. “Come on. Come inside we’ll sort this out.” He adds sympathetically.

Wayne follows along numbly, being guided by his arm.

They’ve looped him round and round the entire hospital, no one is giving him a straight answer. No one can tell him exactly what happened. When finally, he is palmed off to yet another nurse he’s had enough, “Can I just have my boys ashes?” He asks defeatedly.

“Of course, sir. Let me just… check on that for you.” She steps away into another room, making a phone call in hurried, hushed tones.

She returns, apprehensively approaching him, “It’ll just be a moment longer and you can collect your son’s remains.”

He doesn’t bother to correct her, in all intents and purposes, Eddie was his son.

He doesn’t know how long he’s sat in that, chair knee bouncing anxiously. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours, he’s numb to the world, but then someone emerges carrying a cardboard box and calling his name.

“Mr. Munson I need you to sign some documents before I can release your son’s remains to you.”

He nods, reaching for the pen he’s offered, signing everything put before him blindly.

“There was… there was a bandana. He always had it, never went anywhere without it. Where is it?” He asks voice hoarse.

“Um that… that would have also been incinerated, sir. He had to be cut out of his clothing for surgery, all of it is gone.”

“Right.” He replies brusquely.

“I’m going to need to ask you to report to the billing department sir. I know the timing is inopportune, but it has to be done, the accounts have to be settled.”

“What?” He seethes, a quiet rage building inside him.

“What do you mean ‘accounts’? You let my boy die and then burnt him to ashes, I’m not paying a damn cent.”

He growls, snatching up the box and storms off red faced, angry, tears spilling down his face. The nurse calls after his retreating form, to no avail.

Eddie steps off the bus, shrugging his rucksack onto his shoulder, pausing to take in his surroundings.

He knew where you lived thanks to his uncle, though he’d never admit it Wayne had been keeping track of you all these years despite never reaching out. He got his barings and set off down the street.

There’s a knock at your door, your brow furrows in confusion. Who could be calling over at this hour, you definitely weren’t expecting anyone. You look through the peephole to see the young man standing there. You open the door cautiously, before you realise you recognise that mop of curly hair and those chocolate brown eyes. “Eddie? Is that you?” Surprise evident in your tone.

Tears well in his eyes as he nods his head, his lip trembling. You extend your arms, “Oh come here, what’s wrong? What’s happened to you, my Eddie Teddy?” He collapses into your embrace sobbing heavily.

“I-I lost your bandana. I carried it everywhere, I promise, this whole time… b-but I was in hospital and they took it… I d-don’t know w-where it is.”

“That’s ok, sweetie. It’s ok.” You rub soothing circles into his back.

“Why were you in hospital? What happened? Why are you here? Where’s Wayne?” You don’t want to overwhelm him, but you can’t stop the barrage of questions that come tumbling from your lips.

You pull back before he can respond, “Come inside, sweetie. Come on.” You coax him in and usher him to the couch.

“Now, tell me what happened.” You sit beside him.

“You won’t believe me. No one in their right mind would believe me.” He hangs his head.

“Whoever said I was in my right mind, kid.” You nudge his shoulder trying to get a smile.

“I can’t…” he insists, “… well maybe I can just tell you the important bits.” He looks over at you like he’s afraid to disappoint you. You nod.

“They think I’m a murderer, they think I killed her. They were gonna lock me up. I had to get away.”

“Is that how you hurt yourself? Is that how you ended up in hospital?”

“No, no I got hurt real bad trying… trying to be a hero. I was trying to get the guy that actually killed them. But it didn’t work, not really.”

He takes a breath to steady himself, “And I don’t know what happened but then I woke up in hospital, chained to the bed… but I got out and the town, the town was a mess, all burnt up and fractured.”

You let him continue at his own pace, not pushing, listening quietly.

“And now the town is all fucked up, everything is going wrong… I don’t know where Wayne is, but I can’t go back… can’t call, the trailer got trashed. I don’t know what to do Teetee.”

“Take a breath.” You gesture to your chest, demonstrating, breathing in and out deeply. He follows along, “Ok, good. Now first thing I’ll take your bag and you can go have a shower. I’ll make you something to eat and then you go to bed, rest we’ll figure this out in the morning, ok?”

He nods passing you his rucksack, you stand and motion for him to follow. You show him to the bathroom, “You got some clean clothes in here?” You raise his bag slightly.

He shakes his head, “I got some clothes, but they’re not exactly clean.”

“That’s alright, I think I may just have something. Wait here, I’ll get you some fresh towels as well.”

You deposit his bag by the laundry door as you walk past it to your bedroom. On the top shelf of your closet, you spot it, an old cardboard box almost forgotten, standing on tiptoes you reach up and pull it down. You set it down on your bed, opening the flaps with a small sigh. In the box lies a pile of clothes and memories from another lifetime. You root through the clothes, a mixture of yours and those that you’d stolen from Wayne while you were together, which eventually became yours. You find a worn pair of sweatpants and some faded band tee that seem suitable enough. Collecting a set of towels from the linen cupboard on your way back to the bathroom, clothes in hand. You find Eddie sitting on the closed toilet lid looking drained, eyes closed. You set the items down on the counter beside him, his eyes open as you speak, “Here you go, I’ll be just outside if you need anything just give me a shout, ok?”

He nods wordlessly, you move to leave but he calls back,

“Oh uh, do you have any bandages, I might need to change these ones.” He points to his chest.

“Should do, in the first aid kit. I’ll have a look.”

“Thanks Teetee.” He mumbles.

You close the door behind you and you hear the water spring to life.

Eddie sheds his clothes carefully, wincing with every overextension. He surveys his bandaged torso as steam fills the room. He removes the bandage clasps, gingerly unwinding the wrappings over his chest, he is met with a mass of puckered, scarlet, sutured flesh that makes his stomach churn. He discards the stained bandages in the small trash can and enters the shower, water stinging his skin.

You busy yourself preparing something for him to eat, having already laid out some bandages for when he needs them. Once that’s all set you start a timer on the oven, leaning back against the counter you cross your arms over your chest and sigh, what a night. You catch sight of the rucksack on the floor and wonder to yourself if you should get a start on washing those clothes he had mentioned. Pushing off the counter you move to kneel by the bag, unpacking it carefully, you stack the clothes you find beside the bag sorting through them.

As you do something flutters to the floor, a couple of photos landing facedown. You don’t mean to snoop but you can’t help yourself, you flip them over and tears spring to life in your eyes. Eddie’s fifth birthday only a few months before you left them, oh the three of you were so happy, all big bright smiles. You smile through the tears at the bittersweet memories. You look at the next photo, newer, more recent you see Eddie and Wayne amongst a crowd of people who look to be cheering and jumping and throwing fists into the air. A concert you presume, it warms your heart to see the pair of them having fun, enjoying themselves. You wish you could have been there, wonder what it would’ve been like, when the buzz of the timer cuts through your thoughts. You rise from the ground, wiping away the tears and removing the tray from the oven you place it aside to cool.

You hear the water dying down as you load up the washing machine and turn the dial, pressing it down to start. Not long after, Eddie is emerging wearing his uncle’s old sweat pants, shirt clutched in his hand and towelling off his long curls.

You gasp, heart shattering to pieces at the sight before you, his body littered with stitches.

You hope your reaction goes unnoticed as he asks, “Did you find those bandages, Teetee?”

“Yeah… yeah on the table. Here, let me help you, sweetie.” You move to pick up the supplies.

He raises his arms, stretching them out by his sides allowing you to get to work patching him up. You secure your handywork with some medical tape and set off to plating up his dinner as he pulls the shirt over his head with a groan.

He takes a seat and you place his food before him with a smile.

“Pizza toast!” He exclaims, “Oh my god, I love this.”

“Yeah, I know. I used to make it all the time when you were little.” You reply fondly.

There had been much dilemma over the sleeping arrangement last night, Eddie didn’t want to take the bed and you refused to let him take the couch in his condition. You wouldn’t hear a word of it and got your way in the end. You rose before him this morning, occupying yourself by preparing breakfast for the two of you.

Eddie awoke to the smell of pancakes, his mouth watering. “Morning.” He calls from the doorway, his voice raspy with sleep and rubbing the grit from his eyes.

“Morning, Eddie Teddy!” You grin back at him, setting the final plate on the table. “Help yourself.” You offer with a sweeping gesture across the table.

“Mhm, I think… ‘m gonna try... calling a few people today. If tha’s ok?” He mumbles through a mouthful of food. He swallows before continuing, “Should try to get a message to Wayne, let him know where I am, that I’m ok.” He shovels another forkful into his mouth.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” You agree. “I’ve got some errands to run today though, so I won’t be home ‘til after two. You’ll be ok though, right?” You check with him.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good.” He confirms.

The phone rings, and rings, and rings before he hears Dustin’s voice answering, “Hello?”

“Hey, Dustin it’s me. I need you to do me a favour.” The line is silent, “Dustin? You there?”

“Eddie…? Is that… ? That’s not possible. You’re dead. What the fuck is this?” He stutters down the line, bewildered.

“I’m not dead, why did you think I was dead?” He asks incredulously.

“They told everyone you died, man. What the fuck? What happened to you? Where are you?”

“Well, that’s why I’m calling, I need you to get a message to my uncle, ok?”

“Uh… yeah, sure.”

“Tell ‘im… tell ‘im I’m at my Teetee’s place. He’ll know what that means.”

“Eddie, what the fuck is a TT… hello… hello…” the line goes dead, he slams the receiver down in the cradle, “Son of a bitch!”

He’s pedalling furiously down the street towards Steve’s house, despite his recent injury, five days was definitely not enough time to heal. Throwing his bike aside on the lawn when he gets there he moves as fast as he can to the door. He ding-dongs the bell incessantly. The door opens revealing Steve, “Alright! What? What? What?”

“EDDIE’S ALIVE.” He puffs out, trying to catch his breath, leaning against the wall.

“What the fuck do you mean, ‘Eddie’s alive’?”

“I mean he called me and gave me a message for his uncle. You need to take me to the graveyard, he’d be there right now.”

He sighs “Alright, get in the car.” He concedes, unlocking the vehicle.

Dustin grabs his bike from the grass and tosses it in the back seat, to Steve’s protest, “Hey, hey, hey watch the seats! What are you doing? Leave the bike.” He sighs “Oh, whatever just get in.”

Wayne is crouched by his nephew’s gravestone, cleaning off the graffiti yet again. Barely a day went by that someone hadn’t vandalised his nephew’s resting place, it was beginning to wear down on him.

“Mr. Munson.” Dustin limps over calling out.

Wayne looks over his shoulder, guarded, expecting some insult or other to be hurled at him.

“What is it kid?” He grumbles.

“I-it’s about Eddie, sir. He called me, with a message.” He begins shakily.

“My nephew is dead, what kind of sick joke are you playing kid.” He growls.

“It’s not a joke,” Dustin shakes his head vigorously, holding up his hands. “He said he’s ok. He’s at TT’s … said you’d know what that meant.”

He drops the brush in his hand in shock, “What? What did you just say?” His eyes widen in disbelief, “How do you know that name?”

“I told you Mr. Munson, Eddie called, told me to tell you…”

“How?” He cuts him off, “They gave me his ashes…” A disgusted look passing over his features. He rises storming off without a word.

Dustin looks back at Steve, confusion plastered across his face, “What was that? Do we… do we follow him? What do we do?”

“I dunno man,” Steve shrugs, “not much else we can do, really.”

“Do you think he believed me?”

“Yeah, yeah I think he did. We just gotta let him sort it out I guess.” He sighs, “Come on, let me take you home. You know you shouldn’t be biking on that ankle, what were you thinking?” He approaches Dustin, offering an arm to support him.

“I… well, I wasn’t really.” He admits, leaning against Steve as they set off back to the car.

Wayne had barely made any move towards rebuilding his life, living out of a motel in the meantime. He hadn’t been in to work the past week, they hadn’t said anything but he knew it was only a matter of time even with the circumstances. His savings had begun to dwindle, he felt like he was floundering most days, living in a waking nightmare, but the boy had given him an inkling of hope.

When he returned to his room he gathered his meagre belongings and sat on his bed in contemplation. He knew your address, had it memorised by now. There was many a time where he’d thought about it, thought about visiting you, picking up and leaving to live that little dream life together that you’d suggested. It all seemed to disappear in a cloud of smoke, in an instant, gone as quick as it came, though. But this time, this time it was real. He was ready to be done with this town, ready to see his boy again, after so much turmoil. Mouth set in a hard line he rose determinedly, slinging a bag over his shoulder, switching off the lights, closing the door behind him and turning the key in the lock.

Eddie was sprawled over the couch watching cartoons, munching on some cereal he’d found in one of the cupboards. Finally able to relax and breathe easy, no one chasing after him accusing him of murder, no evil monsters trying to kill him, finally a moment’s peace.

Until… there’s a knock on the door. He’s frozen in fear, a noise from the tv startles him. He fumbles for the remote switching off the tv with a wince. They’ve found him, they’re here to take him away and lock him up forever, he thinks. His breathing becomes ragged, there comes a knock yet again. He decides to take his chances and creeps over to the door on tiptoe. He peers through the peephole and sees… his uncle Wayne?

He throws open the door, flinging himself at his uncle without warning. His uncle stumbles back with the force, shock evident on his features. He places his hands on his nephew’s shoulders, pulling back to get a better look at him. Tears begin to well in both their eyes, “Eddie?” His uncle croaks.

“Yeah, yeah it’s me. I’m ok. I’m ok.” He repeats pushing his face back into his uncles chest.

“I didn’t do it… I swear I didn’t.” He sobs.

“I know son, I know.” He assures him, tears rolling down his cheeks, holding him close. “Come on let’s get inside, huh?”

Eddie nods breaking contact and leading the way.

After settling in the pair had a little heart to heart, Eddie explained all that he could about what had happened and his uncle consoled him.

“So, uh where’s y/n?” He asks rubbing a hand over the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Oh, she’s gone out for the day. Errands. She should be back soon though. Said she’d be back some time after two.” He shrugs.

As if on cue the key scraping in the lock of the front door can be heard and the handle twisits. The door swings open, “Hey, Eddie I’m back. I got you…” you break off dropping the bags in your hands as you’re greeted by the sight of Wayne and Eddie sitting on your couch. Wayne raises a hand, waving and giving you a nervous smile. You should have expected as much, but you don’t know why it’s come as a shock to see him again after all these years. Again your heart aches for what could have been, this could have been just any other day in another lifetime. Coming home to your family, seeing your boys sitting on the couch. Wayne stands, walking over to cautiously, “Hi…” he begins.

You wrap your arms around him, “Never thought I’d see you again.” You mumble into his chest, “God I’ve missed you, both of you.”

The three of you have sat down to dinner, Wayne is catching you up on everything that’s happened since your separation. Telling all sorts of stories about his nephew, embarrassing him terribly in the process while you laugh along.

“So… how long are you planning on staying?” You venture, tentatively and looking into your plate avoiding eye contact.

“Well, uh… as long as you’ll have me.” He replies, looking to Eddie he adds, “Or, us I should say.”

Excitement bubbles up in your chest, you find yourself hopeful, “Really? You’ll stay?”

“Yep.” He confirms, “Not much left to go back to… especially for the boy. No we need a new start.”

A few weeks had passed, Wayne and Eddie have settled in to your place nicely. Eddie’s taken the spare room, which the two of you set up together. Wayne and you have begun to rekindle what you once had. You knew it would take some work and a whole lot of time to repair the damage that had been done. No one can get back to what they once were overnight, but you were willing to try. You and Wayne had convinced a begrudging Eddie to sit for his GED, it’s not like he could reenrol in high school he’d have no transcripts. You spent your free time tutoring him, determined to help him succeed.

You’d decided to invite some of his friends from back home to see him, it was worth any risk for his happiness and well-being. You watch him from the doorway, leaning against the frame. He’s sitting at your couch, his friends surrounded the coffee table, sprawled all over the floor. They’d set up some board game and were talking animatedly, fully immersed in their own little world. You grin contentedly, his uncle creeps up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your cheek, this is how it should’ve been all along.

#eddie munson fic #platonic eddie munson #platonic eddie munson x reader #wayne munson x reader #fix it fic #hurt/comfort #wayne munson

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i'm not drunk enough for this. -kabby

Modern AU, PG-ish, also on ao3.

Chaperone the Debate Team retreat, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.

Well, actually it was more like “as the teacher nominally supervising this horror show of a student activity, you get to make sure these kids don’t kill each other in the middle of nowhere after one of the worst seasons in school history”, with undertones of “if they collectively decide to murder you, no one will blame them”, but…

Marcus is heading for a midlife crisis anyways. If this latest bit of administrative fuckery is what finally pushes him over the edge, so be it.

It’s not the kids he’s worried about, really. Well, he is worried about them, but most of them are graduating next month and legal adults on paper and most of those have been his problem for the past four years and well…

He knows he can’t exactly control which of the mothers decides to be the other chaperone, but why did it have to be that one?

Abby is the kind of nemesis you can only have in a smaller town, and Marcus does not say that lightly. She’s done everything in her power to make his life difficult since they met, and her marriage to one of his friends gave her so much opportunity until that accident, and the number of major life events that should’ve either outright stopped that woman or kept her too busy to terrorize him and yet somehow didn’t…

Unfortunately for him, Abby has a very blonde daughter who takes too much of her and was the only kid on the team to even make it to State this year, and Abby is the most involved debate team parent by a mile, so…

This is a circle of hell, Marcus thinks. Possibly multiple overlapping ones.

The kids don’t really need that much supervision. The kids are loose on a state park that hasn’t quite hit the normal tourist season for the year, and the only reason to have adults present is to make sure someone in the vicinity has the common sense to call 911 if needed. For intents and purposes, Marcus is stuck in the great outdoors for two and a half days with nothing to do except-

“I’m not drunk enough for this.”

He’d assumed, at some point, that his counterpart would’ve correctly estimated the weekend’s actual responsibility level and brought a book or two to keep herself occupied, but apparently-

“You do realize we’re just here in case someone gets food poisoning from an undercooked hot dog,” Marcus mutters.

“Is that likely?”

“You do realize I’ve somehow gotten stuck with every questionably parented kid at the school who’s been kicked out of football or… I don’t know what the aggressive girls did before but-“

“If you are describing my daughter as questionably parented, I will-“

To be fair, the thought has crossed Marcus’s mind a few times, but his goal for the weekend is to not get murdered, so-

“At least you’re an involved parent,” he says instead. Might be better for everyone if she wasn’t, but-

“She didn’t want me to come, but the school basically told me that no one else wanted to do this and unless I was in the ICU…”

“Would you have taken a way out if you’d had one?”

Abby laughs. She’s pretty when she does that, impossible to look away from, he is trying to keep his eyes on her face but the neckline of her shirt is… she’s going to get bug bites in some sensitive areas, he can’t wait to see how venomous she gets when-

“Probably not.”

He’s not that lucky, more like.

“The trip does end early if someone breaks a bone. Anything less than that…”

“Broken bones are nothing. Clarke was a Girl Scout for a bit, you wanna see bad parenting in the middle of nowhere…”

“Don’t tell me you volunteered for this hoping you’d get to practice your field medic skills.”

“No, I just thought you were out of your mind for taking this bunch of idiots to a remote location and letting them run wild and-“

“They had a bad season, the administration wanted to do something, the budget was minimal…”

“And that’s enough to justify that some sixteen-year-old is going to get poison ivy somewhere awkward and make it my problem?”

“Yes?”

“You’re a terrible person.”

That probably shouldn’t sound like a compliment from her, but-

“You did technically volunteer.”

“I’m being forced to use vacation days and if I stay alone in that house all weekend…”

“So trying to make me miserable had nothing to do with it?”

“The idea barely crossed my mind.”

He doesn’t believe her, but their sparring matches are so much more fun with an audience and they don’t have one right now, and-

“If you say so.”

#ebf writes fic #kabby #queue

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avatarmerida · 10 months

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✅🧠💌💖--- for the ask game!!!

Also hi!! I just wanted to say that I love love your huntlow fics so much!!! Your stories are so well written and always give me feels for the two little blorbos TTwTT

Just wanted to say keep up the amazing work!!! I don't wanna admit how many times I've re-read all ur stuff but you just keep me coming back for more and I love it >:3 (anyways sorry for the long ask- ;w;)

Omg thank you!!! I can’t believe how many people like my silly drabbles but I never get tired of hearing it it makes me so 🥹😭🥰

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

Spelling errors lol

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them

This one’s hard because I obvi wanna pick Hunter or Willow but a lot of head-canons I have I put into stories but one I kinda had for awhile is about their names. Like, Willow being named Willow and being a plant witch is perfect but it’s a little too perfect in the sense that how did her dads not know she wanted to do plant magic so I thought it’d be cute if Willow was a name she chose herself or a nickname she gave herself that just stuck. Or it was her middle name she related to. I feel like she knew she was always meant to be Willow because Willow’s are strong even if not everyone sees that. I also feel like when Hunter learns how his name came to be (witch hunter) he debates changing it but he doesn’t not feel like a Hunter so he’s conflicted. He knows he can be whoever he wants but he’s always been Hunter and does that have to be bad? But then his friends show him that he can define what it means to be Hunter and he keeps it. Also because of wolves and also he gets like five last names

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback

Love them, can’t get enough of them.

💖 What made you start writing?

I’ve always been writing but I started writing fanfic specifically in 8th grade when a show I was utterly obsessed with got canceled. I had discovered it when it was in reruns but didn’t realize there were no new seasons coming until the fourth season finale aired and the next episode started up at the pilot. I googled it (back when I relied on a family computer for internet) and saw it was canceled and I searched for leaked plot details, anything because it was a major cliff hanger. Eventually, I found fanfic where people were writing their hopes for what the finale would’ve been and I did the same and I’ve just never left the rabbit hole I guess.

#ask #fanfic ask

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i've just seen your posts on dash biscuit and its so sad you're feeling like that :( If i'm to tell you the honest truth biscuit, I don't remember how I found your account but i remember being so intrigued and hooked immediately - I went on to read your War General Kiba (to somewhat expose myself.. I am War General Kiba anon from around a month ago) bc your writing itched my brain so fuckin good !!

It makes me so sad that uni started recently for me and I have been so caught up I haven't gotten around to reblogging war general kiba because I haven't gotten the moment to write my thoughts regarding those:( they're sitting in my drafts. I decided I would read every single one of your fics a month ago (unfortunately I haven't been able to yet) - including the naruto thirst you elaborated on for me, and though I haven't gotten time to read it, THANK YOU SO MUCH BISCUIT for taking your time out to do that :( <3

You deserve every single one of those likes , but you deserve them alongside an equal amount of reblogs :/ i sincerely hope that these followers and whatnot pull their heads out of their ass and start reblogging - because if they don't, they're not going to have anything to read. bc biscuit you are such an amazing and talented writer, and it always blows my mind we get to read your masterpieces for free. FOR FREE!!!! that is so crazy like, this is stuff that could get you MILLIONS and we have the blessing from you to type a few words onto our screens and read it! like WOW thank you so much <3 🍁 anon

oh my gosh, you’re so sweet; imma start sobbing!

listen, you don’t have to apologize for not being able to read my fics; i get it, life happens and we get busy as people and fanfiction definitely is NOT everything there is to life! so please don’t say sorry for that because there is literally no need for it, like i said. YOU’RE GOOD!

it just grinds my gears that i’m not allowed to vent on here about this particular topic because some people will INSTANTLY jump the wagon to call me ungrateful. i get it, i get notes, but people usually don’t understand that likes don’t mean shit on here and that the majority of those notes are just that: likes. sure, i get a little notif that someone liked my story, but i have no clue what they thought about it based from that heart. i have no clue if they’ve even actually read it. to make matters even worse, it makes the post just straight up fucking die.

i spend hours and hours and hours writing, editing, rereading, tweaking the same story for ages. i could just not post it and keep it to myself, sure, but i enjoy interacting with my moots and my followers in general, and giving people that share my interest in the same characters something to read about, because let’s be real; kiba is niche af. i like feeding the kiba girlies because i barely had anything to eat a couple years back when it comes to him and i’ve worked my fucking ass off for those notes over the years, SO OF COURSE I APPRECIATE THEM, OK?

this debate, or whatever you wanna call it, has been circling around here for ages and it’s useless at this point, i think... writers, artists, creators of all sorts say “please say thank you for my creation that i made for YOU after you’ve asked, i beg” and people call us ungrateful or stuck up or whatever the fuck. i mean, do people seriously think i enjoy self-reblogging all the time and begging for interaction like that robin hood meme with the cup???????? no, i do it because it is the only way people will see my work before it disappears into the ether once again, ffs!!!!!!!!

ANYWAYS, i will write a drabble for your war general!kiba ask when i have the time, i promise! i just want to actually make it good and write like a proper story instead of just my thoughts because he is very dear to me and i am a perfectionist when it comes to my royalty AU and it makes me overthink and just… yeah! he has been sitting in the back of my head, clanking his heavy weapons impatiently, lmao.

I LOVE YOU!

#biscuit mail #🍁 anon

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screadingchallenge · 2 years

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Behind the Keyboard Volume 31

Behind the Keyboard is a series of interviews with different Schitt’s Creek fanfic authors. The series will last as long as there is interest (from authors) and capacity (from me). If you are an author from the Schitt’s Creek fandom who would like to participate, send a DM to this account.

Each author was given ten questions. The first five questions are the same for every author, the last five will vary.

Let’s meet our next author:

@delilah-mcmuffin / delilahmcmuffin

How many fics have you written?

90 in the SC fandom. 30 in a precious fandom a long, long time ago.

When did you publish your first fic on AO3?

August 15, 2019

Describe your writing process from “Oh, I have an idea” to pushing publish on AO3.

My writing process has changed from the beginning. I used to just get an idea that wouldn’t leave me alone and start writing, look it over for obvious errors, then hit the old “Post” button. I started using outlines when I wrote my Stranger Than Fiction AU because it was so complex, and found that I couldn’t really go back to just writing with no guideline anymore. Most of my fics (except for prompt fills) are outlined now. Not that I stuck to them religiously but just like having an idea of where things are going so I don’t paint myself into a corner as much anymore. So I outline and I get feedback on that from a few people, then I start writing. I’m a very anxious writer, requiring lots of validation and head pats and I am lucky enough to have some very patient friends who are willing to put up with my neediness!

Tell me about your most recent fic? What do you love about it? Is there anything you think you could have done better?

My most recent fic was a teensy little prompt fill, and the one before that was a birthday gift for a friend which I’m still debating whether to add a second chapter to. So I’m going to go back to my third most recent fic [Editor's note: Until You Can Love Yourself Again] which was an introspective look at David’s anxieties about his appearance after Patrick makes the “he goes to the gym” comment about Ted. I really like how the story turned out, but there are always things I’d like to tinker with after the fact. I rarely do, aside from fixing grammatical errors that I’ve caught on a reread. I generally fret and worry as I’m writing, letting trusted friends have a look throughout the writing process to keep me on task and also give me honest feedback on whether I’m on the right track or if I need to rethink certain phrases, plot points, or if I need to scrap an idea altogether. So by the time I actually post a fic, there’s not much of change.

What advice would you give to someone who’s thinking about publishing their fic for the first time?

Absolutely do it! If there’s a story you desperately want to read but haven’t found, then chances are there are other people who feel the same way. So put your words out into the universe! In this fandom in particular, people are very generous with their support in the form of kudos and comments.

How has writing fic changed you?

It’s made me more aware of how I communicate. And it’s found me a gaggle of wonderful friends, which has changed my life for the better. I’ve had some very tough times over the last few years and I can honestly say I would not have made it through without some of the very important friendships I’ve made.

What does a successful fic look like to you?

For me, I feel like something I’ve written is successful when someone says it’s moved them in some way. It has nothing to do with the number of kudos or hits (although they are very lovely and I appreciate them immensely). But when someone comments that something I’ve written made them laugh or cry or shoot coffee out their nose…yeah. That’s a great feeling. But success is also about telling a story that I want to tell in a way that I think only I can tell it. I’ve written fics that maybe haven’t been super popular, but they meant something to me and I’m proud that I’ve put them out into the world.

Do you think your fics have a brand? What is it?

Is second hand embarrassment a brand? If so, I think that’s probably pretty accurate! In all honestly, I think my brand is humour, through the good times and the bad. I wrote a fic that was very much about loss and heartbreak, but I was very conscious that there needed to be little pockets of levity sprinkled throughout the story so it didn’t get pulled under by it’s own weight. Everything I write has at least a little cheeky humour in it. And sometimes my fics are just pure nonsense. So. Yes. Humour. It me.

Fill in the blank. You couldn't pay me enough money to write: non-con/dub-con. David & Patrick having a kid together. I also don’t really write BDSM but that’s not because I have any issue with it. I just think there are other writers out there who can do it much better than I ever could.

What is the favorite scene you’ve ever written?

Oh my gosh. That’s like asking me to pick my favourite child! One that comes immediately to mind is a prompt fill I did where Stevie and Patrick talk about sex. That was the prompt. I decided to have them do it while drunk and they ended up talking about David’s dick and Patrick was very put out that it wasn’t at the top of Stevie’s list of best dicks—was just in the top ten. At the time, I remember thinking “this is too much. It’s too ridiculous. I’ve finally jumped the shark.” But the responses I got were so fantastic! I had the same feeling about the car scene with Clint and Marcy in my broken bed fic. But again, I was surprised by the response and I love it!

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Lonely

Summary: BJ notices you’re lonely and becomes your life coach.

Despite how well adapted to the living world you appeared to be on the surface, Beetlejuice noticed your loneliness sometimes. It stuck out a bit too much from the air of ordinary life which you tried to give off. Like the moments where you strained to fit into places that weren’t quite right for you, how you struggled to find commonality among friends like a straggler on the edge of being able to be part of something greater than yourself. Not quite part of anything, but still existing. Almost expendable, fading into the background.

The worst was the FOMO you got from seeing people you knew hanging out together when you checked your phone notifications at home. You wanted that too, but clearly you were missing some essential part of connecting with others. It’s fine, let’s reevaluate what we’re missing and we’ll try again next time.

You were obsessed with trying to find the missing key in your communication skills. Your resilience and persistence at this so called problem was fascinating to him. But what he couldn’t stand to bear was seeing you morose. It was one thing to be on a self-improvement saga, and it was a totally different one to be feeling anxious and a little depressed over such a small thing. What did it matter anyway?

Beetlejuice found it all quite perplexing. Why did it matter so much for you to be spending so much time around these breathers. What could they give you? If he were in your shoes, he would have no problem fucking off to do whatever he so pleased instead of wasting time with people who didn’t see him for who he was. It sounded like a massive waste of time. Why fit in when you can stand out after all?

Life was too short to be living at the whim of other people. You needed to know that instead of spinning those thoughts around your head all the time until it ate away at your happiness.

Scooting over closer to where you were sat dejected on the couch, he asked bluntly, “Why do you want to hang out with them so bad anyway babes? What’ve they got to offer huh?”

“I.. I just feel like I’m missing out on something when I’m not invited to go out. And while they’re doing that, they’re getting closer with one another and I feel left out.”

“But babes, you don’t even enjoy going to put to bars and nightclubs. So why’re you upset? It’s not like you would’ve had fun if you went anyways.” Beetlejuice snorted loudly, and the sound made you screw up your nose in disgust. It made no sense to him to bend over backwards just to get some human interaction.

Oh wait. It did.

But still, his situation had been very different at the time.

“Because I want to bond with them too! What if one day, they forget about me altogether and just continue on having fun by themselves? I’ve got to put more effort in if I want to join in, otherwise I’ll fall behind. And I really don’t want that to happen. That’s got to be my worst nightmare.” You felt like you were unloading everything onto him, your thoughts, your fears, your desires, but somehow, venting your frustrations made you feel better about the whole situation.

Beetlejuice could see he had hit a sore spot then, leaving a wide pause as he debated where he should take the conversation. This could either go very awkwardly or lead into some deep life lessons. “....Whelp. Guess I’m not the only one with abandonment issues. Sorry kid, but it looks like you’re down bad with it too.”

“You think so?”

“You know what I think you’re missing to your little communication problem, babes?”

“What?”

“You’re holding back who you are. You always try your damndest to look like a normal nice person, but sometimes your smile seems forced and you’re not truly interested in what you’re talking about with friends. I think they can tell, and that’s why. It’s a bit like the uncanny valley, but for personalities yknow? Bit creepy for your average Jo.”

You hugged in embarrassment hearing his harsh truths. Beetlejuice was the last person you were expecting to lay it on you like this. You were meant to be the normal one out of the two of you. “Well how am I supposed to fix that? I don’t know if I’d be accepted if I acted myself.”

“Pfttt,” he wheezed through his teeth, “You don’t need fixing baby. Your mindset does.”

“What do you mean?”

“Not gonna lie, personality wise when you’re out and about with them, you’re like a sheet of cardboard; plain, uninteresting, stiff, the works. You’re too protective of your hobbies, you always want to know about other people but you barely show yourself to them. So work on that. You don’t need to be someone else, just be like who you are around me. And friends? They come and go. If they truly care, then they’ll accept you. And so what if they don’t? Say ‘sayonara bitches’! Don’t waste your time on losers who don’t appreciate you. Trust me, I’ve had a Millenia to mull it over.”

“So instead of caring so much about being loyal to them, why don’t you be more loyal to yourself? Spend some time doing things you love. You’re the one who’s going to be here long after theyre gone. So invest in yourself. Own it.”

You sat quiet, contemplating what he just said, nodding along. It was hard to change old habits, and he had just about pointed out a whole list of objectives that you had to work toward.

Beetlejuice had you pinned down to a tee, and you were surprised by just how well he seemed to know you and your insecurities and how you could improve yourself. “Gee, that’s a steep hill to climb. But I’m glad you could help me point out what was wrong, Beej. I really appreciate it.”

“No need to thank me, babes,” he said, doing the classic arm-stretch to manoeuvre his arm sneakily around your shoulders. “I’ll take a little blow downstairs though if you’re open.”

You chuckled at the lewd joke, knowing that it was his attempt to get you to feel better. “You wish!”

“Eh, you never know if you don’t ask. You always know where to find me if you change your mind though, or if you need someone to talk to.” Through all the banter, you could tell he was being serious. “We can have our own parties right here, just us. And your friends can be jealous all they want.”

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