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Hurt People! - 【Edward Nashton x OFC 】 - One Shot - Part 2

rated: mature

trigger warning: sexual assault, drugs mentioned, smoking, dark themes overall

genre: angst, some sad fluff towards the end

word count: 6333

summary: morgan gets into a situation, ed comes to her rescue but the aftermath isn't easy to handle, is it?

part 1

it was a year or so into their relationship that their nightly routine whenever morgan was working in the lounge started to crack apart, if only for a night. and it truly put morgan’s understanding on how far ed was willing to go to protect her.

while the days of the week morgan was scheduled to sing varied depending on the week, at the very least eddie had managed to get the average run time of morgan’s set, mainly through means of morgan practicing in their shared apartment. on top of that, she would also always text him when she got on if it was a night he wasn’t in the audience and a text after the set was done. meaning, it never was more than a few minutes that morgan would have to wait for him to arrive, given that she often times had to collect her tips and what not before she could actually leave so that gave him the time to take the trip to the station closest to him--either from his place of employment or their shared apartment, take the train to the nearest station to the lounge and well, walk to the lounge. and when he would arrive, she would always be waiting at the front door with the bouncer--the only other man eddie eventually came to somewhat trust morgan around, simply because he keeps morgan safe whenever edward wasn’t around or at the lounge yet simply by doing his job. upon seeing his beloved girlfriend, he always greeted her with a quick kiss, thanked the bouncer and began the trip to their apartment with morgan as close as she could be to his side as they walked or sat beside each other on the train ride.

but one friday night, morgan had texted ed that she had gotten done with her set earlier than expected. though, she did not tell him why. it wasn’t too major, just some disturbances in the crowd during her set, and she was ushered off early as a safety precaution. perhaps she didn’t tell ed about why she ended her set earlier than normal was it was something that happened every now and then. meaning, there was no need for her to cause her boyfriend to grow more worried than normal because it happened enough that morgan didn’t see an issue with it. fights happen in places like this, especially with the patrons who were drinking and drank a little too much. it wasn’t the first time morgan was brought backstage for a fight, even if it was a little argument that didn’t escalate any further.

she didn’t expect edward to be off work yet, as he told her he tended to work late hours on fridays so he could more easily meet morgan when she was finished with her own work. though morgan insisted he didn’t have to do that, eddie would always add with a lovingly sheepish smile that he liked to work a little extra so that way he could earn some more money to spend on her and while morgan tried to counter that, her boyfriend would always either cut her off with a kiss or hug or even just walk away from her to avoid having to hear her speak the words of he didn’t have to do that. eddie was stubborn now, and set in his ways and ideas and thoughts that morgan learned eventually there was no point in trying to bring to light alternative reasons or arguments against things he does.

regardless, the fact that eddie works late on fridays left morgan with some considerable amount of downtime until he would come by to pick her up.she spent the time that she had to do things she normally wouldn’t do nowadays, but things she had done before her and ed reunited and started dating. her first stop was to get a drink or two at the bar--a shot of tequila first then a mojito. she chatted with the bartender as she drank her drink about anything and nothing that came to mind. unknown to her, however, or the bartender was the man that had been watching morgan since she came back out into the main area in the lounge.

this man had taken an interest in her while he had watched her sing earlier, and had been one of the men involved in the fight that almost broke out before it was descalated by some security. but it was that fight that had caused morgan off the stage early and he was not happy about it. so it was why he had his eye on the singer the moment she returned to the main floor, but not the stage.

but the thing was, morgan wasn’t someone who watched the crowd or noticed faces, because she knew she’d be disappointed to see the looks the men gave her--the hunger in their eyes and she felt she could easily be in a cage and that would merely just set her off. she loved to sing, sure, but pretending those who were there weren’t there for more than the reason to listen to her was the only way to get her on stage some nights, especially since she started dating eddie. granted, for a period of time, she was often to out of her mind to care at a previous lounge she worked at--al the drugs mixing to create a life that she could barely recall being sober during. but when the other lounge shut down after the maroni drug bust, the only way she got into this club was getting sober, and so she did. but that meant she owned the owner a debt, in a way, as he provided her the means to get sober and in return, she sang at the lounge. sure, she got paid and paid decently well, but there was the underlying agreement that kept her at the aurora.

but now, as she went out to the unspoken designated smoking spot out the side of the lounge for the employees through the side door in the hallway that contained two bathrooms and a locked entrance to the backstage, morgan didn’t see the man from the crowd and one the men that caused her set to end early follow her out of the building.

morgan knew she probably should have gone to the front to wait for eddie, but she needed to take a quick smoke break before they could go home and when she checked the time, she figured she had enough time for a quick smoke break. stood near the brick wall of the building beside the lounge, she had her bag and her jacket that barely kept her warm. she pulled the pack of cigarettes from her bag, taking one out and putting it between her lips, throwing the pack back into the bag. before she could search for her lighter that she figured was buried at the bottom of her bag, someone was already in front of her with the lighter, lighting the cigarette between her lips.

“oh,” morgan mumbled through her lips, the sound barely coming out with the cigarette hanging between her lips, to which she took it between two fingers as she looked to the stranger who gave her the light, “thank you, didn’t know where my light was there for a second.”

she was getting all sorts of vibes from the man standing before her, watching as he went to lean against the brick wall. but she was also trying to play it cool, even if internally she was trying to figure out a way to leave the situation.

“don’t mention it,” the man said, but the moment he starting eyeing morgan up and down and morgan could not help but to hold her jacket closed, “y’know, you were really good out on stage, such a shame you had to get off early.”

“thank you, that’s very kind of you,” morgan replied, a bit quickly as she took a small step towards the nearest point she could exit this alley from, forgotten cigarette in her hand burning away, “but things happen, y’know? but my boyfriend is probably waiting for me, now, i should get going…thanks again for the light”

but as morgan took more steps towards the street at the end of the alley to go around to the front, knowing that the door leading outside could only be opened from the inside to prevent undesirables from coming because she normally went out with someone who had a key, wanting eyes to be on her in case he followed, the man was already a step ahead as he reached and grabbed ahold of her forearm, effectively stopping the brunette in her tracks as she turned to face him.

“how about i show you a good time, like you showed all of us back when you were on stage?” he suggested, attempting to pull morgan closer to himself, “and surely a far better time than you could have with that boyfriend of yours.”

“no, it’s quite alright, i-i, uh, really need to get going,” morgan nearly spat out, yanking her arm from his grasp as she tried to run towards the street now in hopes that she could get the scumbag to take the hint even if the instincts were telling he wouldn’t.

and her instincts, as usual, were correct and before she could get far since she wasn’t entirely used to running in heels in the alleys of gotham city, she felt two arms come around her to pull her back against him. morgan was not so easily giving up without putting up a fight--she thrashed and kicked and punched and made it difficult for him to get her where he wanted her to be.

“help! somebody help me, plea-” she even screamed out, hoping someone walking by on the street would hear but in response, the man covered her mouth with one of his hands.

“shut up or i’ll kill you.”

with this statement, she was pushed face first against the brick wall of the building beside the lounge, about half-way between the door she had originally come from and the street at the other end. and she attempted to get free once again and slip from his grasp but he only picked her up and threw her harsher against the brick wall. this time, she was sure whatever part of her skin was now touching the brick would end up cut up but all her mind could focus on was the body pressed against her.

“i didn’t want to hurt such a pretty girl, but you left me no choice really.”

this was when he harshly pushed the front of her dress down as best as it could be done with the jacket still on before he then pushed the skirt of her dress up. and every instance of morgan trying to get free was met with her being pushed back against the brick. tears had been streaming down her face since the moment she was pressed against the wall.

“please don’t hurt me.” she attempted to plead but yelped when she felt her underwear being ripped off of her body.

“hey! get off of her now!”

the man was suddenly pulled off of her, but morgan knew who already would be there since she knew who the voice belonged to.

her eddie.

a very gentle hand came up to rest on her shoulder as an equally gentle voice spoke.

“it’s just me, you’re okay now.”

“eddie…” morgan near sobbed out as she slowly turned to face him. but before she could go cling to him, there was movement from behind them both and the man pulled eddie by the coat, turned him around and punched him across the face. ed stumbled back at the impact. morgan stepped forward and put both her hands on eddie, trying to help him steady himself. her attention was brought once more to the man who started to come towards them once again, and morgan was quick to defend them both and she kicked him between the legs as hard as she could. this got the man on the ground, writhing in pain as morgan turned her attention back to eddie, who was trying to stand up straight.

“c’mon, eddie, let’s go, please” morgan began to push him back towards the street as she now clung to him, holding his button down shirt and blue jacket as tightly as she could as she pressed against his side, her head resting against his warm chest that would cause the button down shirt she was leaning against to be stained with the mascara that had run down her cheeks with her tears and the blood from the few cuts on her face from being pressed against the brick. she quickly pulled her skirt down and pulled the top of her dress back up before she continued to try to get edward to move.

once edward was standing straight, and as he felt morgan clinging on to his jacket and shirt, his arms had naturally come up around her protectively, holding her close as he stared the man down as he rolled in pain on the cement of the alleyway. one arm even attempted to shield morgan’s eyes from the man on the ground. meanwhile, in his head, he was trying to combat the urge to kill him. the vile man deserved death after what he was about to do to his songbird, his girlfriend. it was this sort of vermin that made him want to keep morgan away from this lounge for good, she was just lucky he wanted to make her happy and offered her the agreement of him picking her up from the lounge after each night she worked. his usually soft features as morgan briefly looked up at eddie were hardened and his eyes held a gaze through the clear rimmed glasses she had never seen before and this took the singer aback for a moment. but as she swallowed down a bump forming in her throat, morgan resumed her efforts in getting edward to leave.

“edward, please, can we leave now?” she spoke as she kept trying to push eddie towards the street, hoping using his full name would help him snap out of whatever trance he was in.

and it worked, as it made edward look down at morgan and his features immediately softened back to what morgan was used to seeing. it was in that moment that eddie recalled what he did everything he did for morgan for--keeping her safe. and while he wanted nothing more than to kill the man who touched her in any way, he could not do it in front of her. instead, he needed to get her far away from this alleyway as he could and get her safe so he could comfort her as she needed. he would just have to figure out who the scumbag was so he could kill him another day as just punishment for what he was planning on doing.

eddie did not utter a single word as he finally gave into morgan’s request and push as he turned the both of them to the street and began walking out of the alleyway and towards the train station.

morgan clung to eddie as they walked fast to the station, trying to soak in the familiar and comforting scent of coffee and pine mixed with their laundry soap to try to ground her racing mind. though the moment eddie stopped them from continuing, she looked up at him, obviously confused and concerned about why they stopped. ...stopped.

“baby, what are you doing?” morgan questioned as his hands gently pulling her off of him. it wasn’t much, and as she watched as his eyes looked over her entire form, “can we please just deal with this at home?

now, eddie did not mean to ignore his love, he simply was just trying to see if there were any wounds or injuries that were serious enough to go to urgent care. he of course noticed a few cuts on the right side of her face, but as his eyes went down, he first found similar cuts and indents also along her right side of her body and he could feel his blood begin to boil. not only did the vermin touch her, he was also rough with her. but as his eyes continued down her entire body, he sighed as his eyes were brought once more as he spoke finally.

“did he do anything else to harm you, darling?”

morgan was getting frustrated at ed’s clear fact he was ignoring her want to go home, sighing as she once more spoke, “can we please just go home first, ed, you’re hurt, too.”

edward once more ignored morgan’s obvious statement that he was also harmed. his focus was not on his own safety because he would take anything that came at him if it meant morgan was safe. instead of saying anything about that, he slipped his blue jacket off of his shoulders and with a soft smile, asked, “could you hold your arms out, please, my angel?”

though with little hesitation but a lot of annoyed sighs, morgan did as she was told and held her arms out. this allowed edward to slip his jacket over her smaller frame and even after it was on her shoulders and her arms dropped, before morgan could once more ask edward if they could leave, he was zipping the jacket all the way up. he only wanted to make sure morgan had some sense of dignity on their train ride home.

“now we can go home, morgan.”

:~+~:

the moment they had returned to the small shared apartment was the moment morgan truly started to shut down.

this was not something eddie was unfamiliar with, he can recall a similar thing happened after morgan had first arrived at the orphanage. she didn’t tell him what it was she had experienced before her arrival, until recently, and all ed knew back then about her was the fact she was separated from her brother almost immediately after arriving and beaten like the rest of them were. they were just some of the lucky ones to make it out alive.simply being around her back then and showing her support by not forcing her to talk was how he seemingly got morgan to talk more than a couple words to him after a year. but now they were adults, and this meant while he used his usual tactic of being around her to help, it meant he was following her around like a watchful puppy. granted, this was normally how edward was with her when they were in the privacy of their home simply because he loved being around her and cuddling. so the only thing missing was his hold on her because he wanted to give her some space.

his heart sank, however, when morgan had whispered she was going to take a shower alone, but he obeyed her wishes. normally, on the days morgan worked, they would either shower or take a bath together simply because they were both too tired to do much else but it was still an intimate moment for them to share. but given what happened, ed understood why morgan would want to try to shower alone that night. the only thing she asked of him was if she could sleep in one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers, and ed agreed without thought because he’d do anything to keep morgan calm and relaxed as best he could. and if that meant sleeping in his clothes, even if it wasn’t uncommon, he’d get her the freshest shirt and boxers he has at the minute even if their laundry day was the following day.

it wasn’t that morgan did not trust ed or anything, it was mainly based on the fact that morgan did not want ed seeing what she was trying to do when she stepped into the near scalding hot water, especially stinging against her open cuts across her right side, even if it would only be that hot for a minute or two in this old building. she wanted to try to scrub the feeling of the hands that belonged to the man who assaulted her off of her body, even if she had to make her skin raw to not feel it anymore despite the cuts present. it was how she was getting the frustration and anger out towards herself out, especially as the internal thoughts in her mind started to shift. instead of focusing on scrubbing the feeling of the hands off of her skin, she focused on why it happened.

and it all came back to her negligence. if she just watched who was walking behind her, she wouldn’t be here alone. no--if she had just not gone out to smoke, knowing well edward was not the biggest fan of her smoking habit, and just gone to the front to wait for him it would have never even happened in the first place. instead of rushing home and their walk generally being done in silence save for the words of comfort that ed would mutter into her hair as they took the train home, they would have been walking home without a care in the world, really, listening to him talk about his day or whatever new riddle he thought of in their time apart. something that morgan always looked forward to as it was something so mundane, on top of her just truly enjoying whenever edward talked about anything, really.

but even thinking about what could have been and what could make her happy and calm her immediately down after a long day, thinking about all the good things ed does for her and what he does without realizing what he does that makes her happy could not stop the internal thoughts shifting in such negative self talk and picking at everything she did wrong, and that she never deserved to be here, in an apartment she shared with a loving and doting boyfriend who was somewhere beyond the closed bathroom door, after what she had caused to almost happen.

this was how she had ended up sitting on the floor of the bathtub, holding her knees to her bare chest as the cold water now rushed over her body, drawing out the sobs that wracked through her being. there was an itch that she couldn’t quite shake, but knew well what it meant. she had the urge to start using once again, after a few years of being sober. and in order to avoid this, the little remnants of her rational brain called out before her irrationality and disordered thinking could stop her.

“e-eddie…” her voice was weak as she called out to her lover, barely audible over the water coming from the showerhead, so morgan tried again, but her volume only increased just enough to be heard over the shower running. ...running.

barely a moment had passed before morgan heard the door to the bathroom creak open, and the head of her boyfriend slowly poked its way into the small room. her eyes were going between ed as he slowly made his way towards her, then to the wall beside the bathtub, then to the floor of the bathtub then back up to ed and rinse and repeat until ed was finally sitting down beside her outside of the tub after turning the water off and setting the neatly folded items of clothing she had requested on the edge of the sink.

“i’m here, angel.” ed began, his voice soft as it normally was but even in such a dark place, morgan could tell that he was concerned but in her mind it was easily twisted to unjustified pity. and as one of eddie’s hands came to try to comfort his girlfriend, she couldn’t help but to wince away from the touch, “i’m not going to hurt you, morgan, i promise.”

morgan could only take a shaky breath as she tried to convince herself that what ed was saying was true, slowly moving back towards ed. this was when she felt eddie’s gentle yet calloused fingertips push some of the wet strands of hair back behind her ear, before trailing down her jaw and ending up cupping her left cheek. she instinctively leaned into his touch, though her gaze did not meet his soft green eyes at all yet.

“...i-i’m sorry for not waiting for y-you at the front of the lounge, eddie,” morgan spoke, her voice once more barely above a whisper, “i-i know i should have, b-but i really needed to get a smoke in before it rained and i-i know how you don’t like it when i smoke, anyway…and now you’re h-hurt because of my stupid digusting habit that even got me outside the lounge in the first place.”

with this last statement, morgan’s gaze did turn upward but still didn’t meet his concerned green eyes yet, instead her eyes settled on the split lip and growing bruise on his face. one of her own hands let go of holding her knees to gently reach over to gently place itself on his bruise, to which ed slightly winced at the touch but didn’t flinch away.

“you did nothing wrong, my love,” eddie began, his tone was still soft but it became more firm in the words he spoke, “you know i’d do anything and take anything if it meant you’re safe.”

morgan did not say anything about this just yet, her gaze once more dropping away from edward entirely. the only true reaction she gave him was dropping her hand from his face and bringing it back to her body, wrapping once more around her knees.

“...i should have gotten to the lounge sooner, so i should be the one apologizing.”

with this, his girlfriend shook her head as she said, “but i know better, eddie, but what i-if you didn’t come when you did?”

“that’s a hypothetical question you’ll never need to know the answer to nor will you ever know the answer to, morgan.”

“but if he did anything else to me, would you still want to be with me?”

this was the statement that got morgan to finally look at edward in the eye, and edward could only see the fear, confusion, and pain swirling in her eyes and he felt his heart sink. he knew she was speaking from an irrational place, it was usually where her normal self-doubt would come from. but eddie never experienced this level of disordered thinking from morgan before, even when they were teenagers. but regardless, he was still taken aback from her statement and the feelings swirling in her eyes, the own tears that he had been trying to keep back to try to stay any sense of strong for her started to come fall from his eyes as his other hand came up to gently cup her other cheek, being mindful of the cuts present on that side. ...side.

“morgan fraser, of course i would still want to be with you,” edward spoke with such sincerity that morgan looked down once more, and then he added, “you're my everything and only, that would never change, no matter what happens.”

as morgan’s hands came up to gently grip his wrists, eddie leaned forward to place a gentle yet loving kiss to her forehead, lingering his lips against her skin.

“c’mon, angel, let’s get you out of the tub and dressed, then we can go lay down in bed.”

though edide did not go to help morgan get out until she agreed, and while he wanted to have her verbally confirmed, he accepted the slow nod instead because morgan did often go mute and shut down after all. eddie gently let go of morgan’s face, moving his hands to her upper arm, gently hooking his large hands underneath to gently pull her from her sitting position and standing up. once she was steady, edward quickly went to grab the towel from where it hung on the rack and gently wrapped it around morgan before helping her out of the tub.

“can i dry you off and then dress you?” eddie asked, as he wanted to ensure he was announcing all that he was doing, but also making sure she felt she had a choice, unlike whatever the vile man hadn’t allowed her to have earlier that night. so when morgan once more nodded, eddie was quick to get to work on drying her off.

“alright, now im gonna get you dressed.” on top of asking her if she wanted him to do things, he was also announcing what he was doing to try to keep morgan grounded on the present moment and keep her focused on him. he first put a fresh pair of her underwear, his movements slow and confident even if it wasn’t commonplace for him to be putting her underwear on her in the first place. though, before he realized he probably should clean her cuts and put a band-aid on the deeper ones. ...ones.

“can i clean the cuts, angel?” he asked as he looked up from where he was crouching and awaited for the nod he knew she’d give him. and with that, ed was quick to stand and immediately turn to rummage through the medicine cabinet, trying to find some band-aids and anything to clean the cuts with and some cotton rounds.

“this may sting a bit, i’m sorry, but i don’t want these to get infected or anything.” he apologized as he turned back to morgan, already dowsing a round in the solution. he was was gentle as he could be, apologizing with each pass until he figured the cuts were clean enough to cover with a band-aid. he worked his way up to her face, placing soft kisses over each band-aid he placed down as she often did with his own little cuts, even ones as small as a paper cut he got from turning a book of his too quickly. love will make it heal faster, was what morgan always said and he wanted to show her his love in every possible way he could right then and there after what she had gone through. it was the cut right across her cheek bone that he left the longest, softest kiss yet before he pulled away enough to speak.

“all better.” he hummed before he leaned down to unfold the t-shirt he had brought for her and then turned to gently pull it over her torso, helping her by pulling her arms through the sleeves. he hummed gently as he did this, and then as he went to grab the pair of boxers before kneeling down so he could put them on. he placed one leg in and then the other before he pulled them up slowly until the waist band came to rest at her waist. with morgan fully dressed down, eddie stood straight and once more placed a gentle kiss to morgan’s forehead.

“all that’s left is to brush your hair and wipe the rest of the make-up off, is that alright?” and once more, eddie waited until morgan nodded before getting to work one last time. he wiped her make-up remnants off with a singular make-up wipe he grabbed from the medicine cabinet, moving the material gently over her entire face before tossing it into the bin. he then turned to morgan’s brush that was out--a bad habit eddie had noted of her but he always tried to ignore, but now found it useful. carefully, he moved the brush through her damp locks, trying to not pull too hard when working the tangles out.

normally, morgan wouldn’t care too much for eddie being this dotting on her. sure, he had brushed her hair before, wiped her make-up off, occasionally dressed her (though, that was usually reserved when she got hit with her yearly cold that always hit her like a ton of bricks and kept her bed bound for at least a day). but him doing it all in one sitting, basically, was somehow both overwhelming but comforting. and had helped to keep her grounded by constantly asking her to do things, by kissing her, and by using the softest and gentlest of touches. and for that, she was grateful but it still didn’t make things better, either.

“can i pick you up?”

this snapped morgan from her mind and thinking about all that happened and what would happen next, and if eddie truly would stay with her even if she was stupid enough to go out to smoke alone. her gaze once more met his as she turned her head up slowly, before she slowly nodded her head but finally spoke for the first time in quite a while.

“yeah.”

without missing a bit, ed carefully went to life morgan up. while eddie wasn’t the strongest person the world, his second favorite way to hug morgan was to always lift her up in his arms especially after a long day at work. and that was only second to cuddled up against her on the couch or in bed as she played with his hair or something. but he had gained enough strength to at least carry morgan through their small apartment. as he walked them carefully the short distance to their shared bedroom, he was humming one of the songs he remembered hearing one day, and remembered morgan saying she liked it. and it worked as she settled comfortably against ed, tucking her head against his shoulder as a hand came up around his neck to idly play with the hair at the base of his neck. eddie shivered at the feeling but didn’t stop humming, the hand holding her leg rubbing soothing lines against her skin in response.

ed momentarily adjusted his hold on morgan once they arrived in their bedroom, so he could pull back the worn comforter enough on her side of the bed so he could set morgan down on the equally worn sheets that covered the mattress. gently, he lowered morgan onto the bed, pulling the comforter over her form and tucking her in nice and snug to hold her over until he got ready for bed himself and joined her on his side. before he could go do so, however, he placed a plethora of kisses across her face, all gentle and quick along her cheeks, mindful of the cut, along her forehead, down her nose before placing a slightly longer kiss to her lips.

“i’ll be with you in a moment, angel.” eddie promised before he stood up and quickly went do what he needed to do to get ready for bed. he changed out of his work clothes, throwing the dirty articles into the hamper beside the closet. eddie opted to wear a pair of pajama pants and another one of his t-shirts to cover his torso. while morgan had often complimented and insisted he looked perfect and she loved him as he was and then some, he was a touch self-conscious about his weight around her, even after all this time together. so often time that came across as never being shirtless for too long around her.

“eddie, my love, please come to bed.” morgan gently called out to him in the dark, as she had been following his every move since he left her side, and right now she only wanted to cuddle with her boyfriend as she was now coming down from her emotional breakdown.

eddie smiled as he turned around, reaching up to remove his glasses from his face as he headed towards his side of the bed, “of course, anything for you angel.”

he set his glasses down in their normal spot on his bedside table before lifting the covers up and sliding underneath. and almost as soon as eddie was fully laying down, morgan broke free from her side of the bed and the cocoon ed had wrapped her in, and moved to cuddle up against eddie. normally, eddie would be the little spoon, now finding it difficult to fall asleep as easily if he wasn’t wrapped up in her arms. but falling asleep without that wasn’t impossible, just difficult. slowly, he wrapped his arms around her, softly pulling morgan on top of him. morgan easily allowed him to do so, turning her head so it rested comfortably against his warm and soft chest and shoulder.

it was silent between them both as they laid like this, but it was not a silence that was uncommon. morgan was trying to keep herself from fully slipping, using the fact that she could feel edward beneath her, his arms wrapped carefully around her, and even feel his breath fanning across her forehead, which meant he was looking at her. it was further confirmed as one of his hands came up to gentle stroke her cheek a few times before carefully cradling her head to hold her closer against him.

eddie was thinking of all the ways that he could kill the man that traumatized his love further. while this was the period where eddie was only starting to figure out his riddler persona with the batman only recently making his presence known, he still needed the practice for his grander dreams. but his gentle touches were a contrast to the vile thoughts in his head. but as he held her head softly against his, there was only one thing that he could think to say that would express the dark part of him that morgan occasionally saw, but with the promise he had made since the beginning--when they first met and became friends.

“ill never let anyone or anything hurt you.”

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andtheydontstopwriting · 2 years

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Hurt People? - 【Edward Nashton x OFC 】 - One Shot - Part 1

rated: mature ...mature

genre: angst, some fluff

word count: 1298

summary: edward nashton tries to find his high school sweetheart, and how they meet again as adults. (this is the backstory that leads into a part 2, but can be read on its own!)

part 2

there was nothing that edward nashton had wanted more than to keep morgan fraser safe. especially after losing her for so long when they were teenagers. the reserved man had nearly come to accept that he may never have had the chance to see her again, no matter how painful it was to even consider accepting that fact. it wasn’t that he never tried to locate morgan, he tired his absolute hardest to do so when he became an adult and moved out of the orphanage. but there was no real paper trail or any electronic trail he could follow after morgan was placed into a new home and turned 18. she essentially had disappeared into the world and left no footprint for him to follow behind. he tried for years to get anything on her and her whereabouts but eventually had to give up when all leads led nowhere. even with what major clue he would have--her art, didn’t give way to anything useful he could utilize in tracking morgan down. ...down.

the very moment edward had to come to accept was when the biggest clue came to his knowledge. it had been near a decade since edward had last seen morgan at that point, and was at work. while he tended to keep to himself when in the office, not easily making friends but he was always listening to those around him, this was how he had overheard some co-workers discussing what they did over the weekend, one of the men explaining to the other men who were involved in the conversation about the lounge he went to. while that was common chatter he’d expect on a monday morning, because of course those around him would defile themselves by going to a seedy lounge of sorts, it was the description of the singer at the lounge that truly caught his attention. the description of the dark hair, the stormy blue eyes and pale skin are all giving his mind the alarms to check into the singer because it could very well have been the same girl he had been looking for the past six years.

edward went home that night and he got to work right away to figure out if the lounge singer the man at the office was talking about. though, he never got the name of the lounge the co-worker had gone to, which set him back considerably even if he knew the area would be within a certain perimeter from their workplace, hopefully. and while eddie was indeed slightly frustrated at the fact he wouldn’t be able to figure this puzzle out so quickly as if it was morgan, all he wanted was to reunite with his high school sweetheart. but it was the love he had for solving puzzles that kept him focused. so over the course of the next week, he worked away at narrowing down the search each night he came home from work until he finally landed on one lounge with records of recently hiring a singer.

once edward had found that information, the floodgates opened. the photo on record was a face that was even more beautiful than the last time he saw it. morgan was a singer now, it seemed, at a lounge called the aurora but under a different name than what he knew her last name to be. morgan scott. was she married? no, that seemed unlikely, but the possibility of it being true made his blood begin to boil alone.

regardless, edward made his decision in regards to going to the aurora rather immediately once it was confirmed morgan was the singer his co-worker had watched perform two weekends ago nearly at that point. now, this is incredibly out of place as edward was not one to enjoy being around others in such a place. it was just his need to see morgan after ten long years without her by his side was enough to overcome the anxieties about going to a lounge. and he settled on the upcoming saturday to go to the aurora in hopes of seeing morgan, fully planning to go each night he could go until he saw her.

it was the best decision he had made really, as it only took one night for edward to go to see morgan in the flesh for the first time in a decade. and while he tried to sit back, awkwardly sipping on whatever drink was on the special menu and sitting a reasonable distance away from the stage, he was utterly entranced by morgan’s performance. he remembered when she spoke her first words after a year and some weeks of being nearly completely silent to him and only him, and now here she was. edward would be lying if he said he wasn’t jealous that other people had gotten to heard her beautiful singing voice before he did, but what mattered now was edward knew where morgan was. the next step was getting her to notice him or talking to her or anything.

after morgan’s set, ed nearly backed out of trying to go talk to morgan or anything, finishing off the drink he didn’t really want anymore but finished anyway because he, well, had paid for it. maybe morgan didn’t want to see him. maybe she had moved on him, or maybe she wouldn’t even let anyone backstage because just from that night alone, he looked around and didn’t trust a single person alone with his morgan.

he had remained at the table he had sat at during her performance, as he debated with himself about leaving or not. but he was pulled from his thoughts when someone called him by his name.

“eddie?”

edward turned to see none other than morgan herself standing behind him and the man nearly jumped out of his seat, especially as a smile grew on the woman’s face. though, he did stand especially as morgan began to take steps to get closer.

“it really is you!” morgan exclaimed and threw her arms around his neck and ed was taken aback from it, his cheeks heating up the moment he felt her arms and her body press against his. though just as ed hesitantly went to wrap his arms around her waist, morgan had spoke once more, “i thought i was dreaming you were actually here, because if i’m being honest, i didn’t think you’d be the type to come to a place like this.”

“well, yeah,” edward began awkwardly, chuckling just as nervously as he continued, “thought i’d try going out at least once, y’know?” he didn’t need her to know that he had spent the good part of his free time this past week figuring out what club a mystery singer he heard his co-workers talking about.

morgan finally moved her arms from around his neck, but edward was not out of the woods yet, as she instead came to place a hand on his forearm, almost at eye level with him with the heels she had on as she asked without missing a beat, “c’mon, walk with me, i was just leaving for the night and we have a lot of catching up to do.”

edward did not need to be told twice as he left the lounge with morgan, acting as if no time had passed. well, for morgan, anyway, as she was easily able to link their arms together as they walked through the streets of gotham. for edward, however, his round cheeks never lost the pink tint that appeared when morgan first approached him in the lounge. they chatted about where they have been and what they have been up to since they last saw each other. and eventually ended up in a diner, sharing a piece of pie.

:~+~:

after that night, it didn’t take long for their friendship to pick up where it nearly last left off. and from there, the romantic relationship that was cut prematurely when morgan was placed into a home and family followed not too long after. and now that she was back in his life, eddie had intended that she stay in his life for as long as possible this time and he wouldn’t let her go so easily. morgan had been the only light in his life since they had met despite their circumstances in the orphanage, and the only good thing that the city of gotham had ever given him.

yet the city and those scum of the earth that plagued the city had taken her away from his grasp when he was sure they both felt things were looking up. it was the notion they could understand that they both figured that they could survive the few remaining years they both had left in the orphanage so long as they were together. and that action was something that only added to ed’s growing disdain towards the city, and more specifically, those who aided in the corruption of gotham. their lies had taken her from him, and he’d never forgive them for that or how they made life for the orphans they forgot about after thomas wayne was murdered.

with this, in order to keep his songbird safe, there was one thing that edward had made morgan agree with when they started dating if she wanted to keep singing at the lounge: she was to never walk home alone after working in the lounge, she would have to wait for him to swing by to pick her up. in addition, if he could manage, he would also drop her off at the lounge and stay until she got off for the night, just to fully ensure that he was there when she got off work. not that was much of a complaint from him--he loved to watch her perform--it was just something not as common he could manage.

“eddie, you know i love you and always have loved you,” morgan began her response to eddie when he first brought up the agreement, confused as to why he was bringing it up in the first place, “but i’ve been at the lounge since before we got back together, and on my own before then, why are you so worried?”

“i already lost you before,” edward responded without hesitation, his tone of voice shifting from authoritative and firm to a quiet and somber tone, “and if the audience i see everytime i go to see you perform is any indication of the audience that goes every night you work, i think picking you up from work is justified in ensuring i don’t lose you again, darling.”

this touched morgan’s heart even if for anyone else it could come across as overbearing more so than protective, controlling even. but maybe it was because she knew and edward admitted it himself, he didn’t want to lose her. based on her short stay in the orphanage, she could only imagine what it was like for edward who had been there for longer and seemingly never got put into a home like she had. he also had told her before, even when they were teenagers trying to find some sort of solace in each other, that he was forever grateful that morgan had given him a chance.

so there was nothing that was telling morgan to not trust ed’s statement. he had always wanted to keep her safe. though she’d never know the full extent of that.

he had remained at the table he had sat at during her performance, as he debated with himself about leaving or not. but he was pulled from his thoughts when someone called him by his name.

“eddie?”

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andtheydontstopwriting · 2 years

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sacred romantic moments

“ don't go. stay. “

“ but you're here, so stay. “

“ i don't want to be alone tonight. “

“ just come over. “

“ let's be alone together. “

“ i didn't know where else to go. “

“ i don't want us to be apart anymore. ever. “

“ i wouldn't have called you if it wasn't important. “

“ you can talk to me about anything. you know that, right? “

“ just... be honest with me, do you hate me? “

“ i could never hate you. not really. “

“ you're my friend, but... sometimes i wish you were more than that. “

“ we're not just friends. you know that. “

“ i think i'm falling in love with you. “

“ can i hold your hand? “

“ yeah, you're in love with me. “

“ just hold me. “

“ things would be so much easier if we were honest with each other. “

“ why can't you be honest with me? with yourself? “

“ maybe you could stay? just for tonight? “

“ it’s dark outside, and it’s raining. my arms are much safer. “

“ you can't keep doing this. you can't keep lying to yourself. “

“ i can't keep lying to myself, or to you. it's not fair on either of us. “

“ i think you should kiss me. “

“ kiss me like you mean it. “

“ just kiss me. “

“ you shouldn't kiss me right now. “

“ look me in the eyes and tell me you love me. “

“ you can't lie to me, you know. “

“ you know me better than anyone. you always have. “

“ you're pretty amazing. you know that, right? “

“ you're just... you're extraordinary. “

“ you're good to me, you know. really good. “

“ you've made me the happiest i've ever been. “

“ i don't know what i would have done if you weren't here. “

“ our love can conquer anything. “

“ and for many generations to come, our love story will live on. “

“ i want you to marry me. “

“ if you asked me to marry you tomorrow, i'd say yes. “ “ what about today? “

“ marry me, name. marry me and make me the luckiest [x] in the world. “

“ your kiss could mend a broken heart. “

“ are you going to kiss me again, or do i have to do it myself? “

“ i could cry, that's how much i love you. “

“ you're worthy of my love. “

“ truth is that i'm so damn in love with you that i don't know what to do with myself. “

“ maybe tonight, it's you and me. “

“ i don't know what the future holds. all i know is that i hope you're in it. “

“ could you promise me one thing? “

“ promise me that we'll be together, no matter what. “

“ it's you and me, forever. no matter what. “

“ i didn't want to tell you until i was sure, but... i'm pregnant. “

“ we're going to be family! “

“ this baby, it's the best thing that could ever have happened to us. “

“ i can't believe this, we're going to be parents! “

“ dance with me? “

“ may i have this dance? “

“ you're my whole world, you know. “

“ don't speak, just... kiss me. “

“ you have no idea how long i've been wanting to that. “

“ i've been wanting to tell you for so long... “

“ so... is this like, a thing now? “

“ i always miss you, even when you're next to me. “

” i miss you. i miss you so much it hurts. ”

” i don’t want you to miss me. it’s tearing me apart. ”

“ you make me happier. “

“ i love waking up next to you. “

“ my favorite thing is falling asleep next to you. “

“ come cuddle with me. “

“ this is torture, isn't it? “ “ not in the slightest. “

“ do you love me? “

“ could this be something more? “

“ move in with me. “

“ do you think we should move in together? you spend all your time here anyway. “

“ are you serious? i've had a crush on you for as long as i can remember. “

“ i know you're in love with me. “

“ you're really cute, you know. “

“ you're so damn attractive. you know that right? “

“ if anybody were to kiss me, i would want that person to be you. “

“ and right now, i think you should kiss me. “

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andtheydontstopwriting · 2 years

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Lyric Prompt Ask Game: The Crane Wives

This is the first in a series of ask games as I listen through my “everything” playlist to redo some of my character playlists. I’m organizing them by artist to keep any one post from getting toooooo long, but lmk if you have any music recs or requests and I’ll be sure to check them out and put one together! Each entry also includes the song title, so I hope this is a way to discover some new artists and a chance to flesh out our character’s personalities.

Rules: Send in an ask with the # and I’ll write a piece of flash fiction based off that lyric. Feel free to specify an OC if you know them, otherwise I’ll pick whoever fits best. If you want to participate, send an ask to the person you reblogged it from!

“holding it together with one loose string that I can’t stop pulling” - Hard Sell

“I’ve gotten good at living on someone else’s page.” - Metaphor

“Time is not your remedy / No amount of fear will keep you safe” - Keep you Safe

“We made peace with our weariness” - The Moon will Sing

“The words I speak are wildflowers and weeds” - Allies or Enemies

“The sleeping giants are finally waking” - Sleeping Giants

“ I want you to prove me wrong” - New Discoveries

“Who have you become in the wake of all that’s happened here?” - Icarus

“ Are you so sure you tamed me?” - Steady Steady

“ And if I were someone else, would this be easier?” - Easier

“I’ve grown a mouth so sharp and cruel / It’s all that I can give to you, my dear” - Tounges and Teeth

“I’m not your highness” - Show your Fangs

“You and I are friends of empty graves, black air and black, black lungs” - Canary in a Coal Mine

“Build yourself a citadel amid the foothills of regret” - How to Rest

“Now, tell me, when you start again / Where will you house your skeletons?” - Down the River

“The dark doesn’t frighten me, I chose to close my eyes” - Ribs

“Ashes, ashes, dust to dust / The devil’s after both of us “ - Curses

Tagging a few folks who were interested! Lmk if you want to be tagged in the rest of the series: @fairytale-lights @abalonetea @adventuresofacreesty

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andtheydontstopwriting · 2 years

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Touches Ask Game

Prompts for writing human connection, intimacy, belonging.

Hand-holding

The purest form of human connection.

tiny hands in big hands

calloused hands in soft hands

cold hands in warm hands

hands with the perfect ratio to each other for hand-holding

platonic hand-holding

running their thumb over the other’s hand

dancing with their hands holding onto each other

squeezing hand for comfort and encouragement

holding hands across the table

happily doing everything with just one hand, if it means they don’t have to let go

not wanting to lose each other in a big crowd

possessive hand-holding

linking hands together during sex

grabbing hand to show them something

loosely holding onto each other’s hands, laying in one’s lap

only linking the pinkies together, not ready to let go completely

holding hands while skating

excitedly grabbing each other’s hands during a concert, jumping up and down together

playing with each other’s fingers

pressing the other’s hand against their cheek

holding hands while one is balancing on a small wall

grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back from something

holding hands under the table

only realizing it when they have to let go

standing in front of each other, holding both their hands

holding their hands above their head, fingers linked together

passionate hand-holding

grabbing the other’s hand so they don’t fall

holding hands while running through the rain

brushing against each other, linking fingers together for a second

grabbing their hand to grab their attention

not really paying attention, both doing something else, but still holding hands

bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go

holding hands while driving

grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back to them

unconsciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping

not realizing they’re holding hands till someone points it out

swinging hands back and forth, skipping like children

holding hands in a museum to pull them to the next exhibition

letting go when there is an obstacle in their way and immediately grabbing each other’s hand again when they pass it

loosely holding onto each other’s hand

dragging the other with them, holding their hand

raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly

holding hands while jumping down from somewhere together

comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together

Hugs

A warm embrace.

friendly hugs

hug around the waist

hugging while twirling around

comforting hugs

side hugs

hugging and gently holding the other’s head

pulling someone into a hug

hugging while walking

eye-to-eye hugs

hiding their face in the other’s neck

clinging to each other

hugging while lying down together

group hugs

hugging with head on shoulder

tender embrace

‘not wanting to let go’ hugs

hugging from behind

bear hugs

hugging with hands in each other’s pockets

cuddling

hugs and kisses

hugging and jumping up and down together

familiar hugs

hugging with height-difference

gentle hugs

hugging with patting on back

piggy back hugs

quick hugs

hugging while slow dancing

one-sided hugs

hugging while straddling the partner

long-lasting hugs

‘picking them up’ hugs

hugging while grabbing butt

cuddle pile

Kisses

Showing affections.

goodnight kisses

hand kisses

smiling while kissing

lips barely touching

morning kisses

slow kisses

passionate kisses

kisses on the cheek

first kisses

goodbye kisses

welcome home kisses

kisses on the corner of their mouth

frustrated kisses

kissing each other breathless

soothing kisses

nose kisses

kisses as a promise

short pecks

forehead kisses

kisses on head

“we’ll face this together” kisses

kisses in the rain

life-or-death kisses

kisses for a cover

hard kisses

giggling while kissing

desperate kisses

neck kisses

hushed conversation in-between kisses

eyelid kisses

gentle stroking of cheeks

small kisses

kissing it better

jaw kisses

wake-up kisses

kissing away tears

public kisses

relieved kisses

kisses for comfort

tummy kisses

kisses to shut them up

slowly kissing down the body

“we’ll see each other again” kisses

kissing each finger

sleepy kisses

angry kisses

feather-light kisses

kisses with trembling lips

secret kisses

kisses with their last dying breath

Touching

Feeling another human’s touch.

touching foreheads

running fingers through hair

hiding face in neck

caressing the other’s hand

feeling their pulse

patting the other’s head

holding hands

shielding the other one with their body

listening to the other’s heartbeat

spooning at night

laying their hand on the other’s neck

pushing a strand of hair behind their ear

nudging the other one

putting an arm around the other’s waist

hugging each other

massaging them

holding the other’s chin up

squishing the other’s cheek

high fiving

bandaging/stitching up an injury

kissing the other’s brow

falling asleep on the other’s shoulder

carrying the other one in their arms

whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin

stroking the other’s arm soothingly

kissing the top of their head

pulling the other one towards them

feeling for each other in the dark

tickling the other one

grabbing onto their arm

doing a pinky swear

caressing the other’s back

tasting their smile

washing the other’s body

kissing their bruises and scars

lifting the other one up

putting their head on the other’s chest

stroking their leg

leaning into the other’s side

patting them on the back

sitting close and knees touching

braiding the other’s hair

giving them a piggy-back ride

sitting on the other’s lap

feeling their temperature

linking arms with each other

touching their elbow to get their attention

dancing with each other

holding onto the other’s shoulders for support

putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up

Hand-holding|Hugs|Kisses|Touching

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andtheydontstopwriting · 3 years

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Update 10/24/21

Hello! I know I have been a bit (very) slow at the requests that I currently have in my ask as of now, but I have been slowly working at them. Given the nature of them, I do have to be in the mood and right head space to write them so I hope you understand that! On top of that, I also haven’t had much time to write properly as work has been a bit consuming on my life and tiring me out of much free time. Hopefully going forward I shall be a bit more active! And maybe I just need to get my creative juices inspired once more!

That being said, here is updated version of my request list and if you have anything that you would want to see me write, send them my way! :)

Who I write for:

Diary of a Wimpy Kid

Rodrick Heffley

The Umbrella Academy

Diego Hargreeves // Number 2

Wire

Captain J

Hazbin Hotel

Alastor

#requests are open #feel free to send asks #andtheydontstopwriting fic #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #Diary of a Wimpy Kid #rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick x reader #The Umbrella Academy #the umbrella academy x reader #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves #worthikids wire #captain j x reader #captain j #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor x reader

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andtheydontstopwriting · 3 years

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Heey, can you write something with Rodrick and a Tomboy Girl??? I've never seen someone doing an imagine/one shot with "Tomboy"

— (sorry about my English, its not my first language) 💕💕

sorry about the delay! work has got me drained! but i hope you enjoy, never written for a tomboy so yeah!

Fixer Upper - 【Rodrick Heffley x GN!Reader】- One-Shot

word count: 1061

rating: pg-13 [strong language used like once]

“Hey, Heffley, you’re in fuckin’ my seat.”

“Didn’t know a lunch table had names on them.”

“Well now they do, so move before I push you off it.”

This was often how the two of you greeted each other, no matter the time of day or what was happening around you two. There was little to no formality or politeness to the content of the words uttered, but there were no tones of harshness or aggression in your voices. It was just the banter that kept you two going with whatever you would call your relationship. It was, at its baseline, a friendship. But to the eyes of others, something was not entirely right about your relationship because it seemed you two were also a little more than just friends. It was just something you or Rodrick ever brought up.

You two were close, sure, but the moment too long staring at the other when they turned away, the slight tingle whenever your hands touched when passing a drumstick or something along, or the times either of you just fell asleep on the other was just how you two operated. And, at least for you, if anyone ever did bring it up, you would shoot them down instantly. Telling them that they were stupid or telling them to mind their own buisness, that it did not concern them in the slightest.

You had met during shop class--a class that you had excelled at simply because you had fallen in love with woodworking at a young age, watching your father work away in his workshop. And wanting to be like him, that led you to sports and cars, too. Music was something your mother had wished for you to be interested in, but she did not expect the heavy metal and punk rock music that came later on. While you did not play an instrument, that simply just meant Rodrick could teach you if he so desired.

“I heard the van makin’ weird noises when it came in this morning.” You had pointed out as you idly picked at whatever the public school district decided to constitute as food to feed the students on the tray in front of you, “Which isn’t out of place, sure, but it was a different weird noise so want me to check it out after school?”

“Why?” Rodrick questioned, mouth full of whatever it was Susan managed to sneak into his backpack before he left for school, “Care about my safety?”

“More so I care about others safety, and considering how you drive, Heffley,” You began with a matter-of-fact tone, “I should already be concerned for others safety. But if something breaks down on that van, it’s over for more than just you and the guys.”

“Fine, I guess you can look it over.”

“Awesome,” You said standing up with the tray of questionable food, “Bring it by my house later.”

“Will do, chief.”

:~+~:

It was around four in the afternoon when Rodrick pulled the barely there van Rodrick owned into the drive-way of your home. You had already done what homework you could breeze through without much thought simply because you knew your mother would want it done before you did anything else, especially if that thing was basically hanging out with Rodrick. Besides, you also had to wait for a time closer to when your father got home in case you needed a second opinion and as one of the many local mechanics, it was valuable insight.

“You're early, Heffley.”

“My brothers were already getting on my nerves after I woke up from my after school nap and had to escape.”

“Right…” You trailed off briefly before popping the hood of the van up, already met with a puff of smoke that came from somewhere inside, “Was that from your driving or…”

“Let’s just say driving.”

And once the engine was cooled enough where you could touch near it and the engine itself without hurting yourself, you got to work. There was some idle chatter with Rodrick as he started to pace about the driveway, kicking rocks and the like as you worked through checking over his van. While he knew you often demanded silence whenever you worked on any of your hobbies and interests, he wasn’t one to keep quiet for long, especially around people he liked.

“I think one of the pipes or something must be loose,” You finally concluded, “But my dad’s an expert at those, so we might have to wait for him to double check.”

“How much is that gonna cost to fix?”

“I’ll see if I can get a friends and family discount for ya, Heffley.”

“You sure you can’t do it?”

“Not confidently.”

“Wanna put a bet on it?”

“You wanna bet your van’s already lacking quality on a theoretical thing I may or may not fix correctly?”

“What’s life without a little danger.”

You looked at Rodrick with a very confused expression plastered over your face before you went to open the garage, “What's the wager?”

“...a free drum lesson from yours truly if you fix it and it works.”

You tried to not focus on the first part, and tried to counter it with, “And if I don’t?”

“I believe you can do it.”

“...Deal.”

And with that, you got to work after getting everything you needed. The repair did not take too long and you wondered if that was telling or not. But you tried to not think about it, because you were trying to be confident in the amount of times you had watched your dad do it before. Which was not many times, but still.

“Okay, go for a bit of a drive--the long way home, whatever and if that noise is happening tomorrow morning, I didn’t fix it right.”

“And if there are no not-common noises from her, remember the drum lesson.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

:~+~:

The next morning, you stood in the parking lot beside your own car, waiting for the tell-tale noises of Rodrick’s van to echo over the quiet parking lot. And as soon as you heard it, you tried to pick out the noise you had heard yesterday morning but couldn’t hear it.

And luckily Rodrick did not let you forget as he pulled right next to your car, window already down.

“You free tonight for that lesson?”

#rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley x reader #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #rodrick heffley #request #fanfic #fanfiction #diary of a wimpy kid #gn reader

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andtheydontstopwriting · 3 years

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fluffy rodrick heffley headcanons plss?

sorry about getting this out so late!! i had lost track of time and my summer job is draining me but here it is anyway!! Enjoy!

Fluffy Headcanons w/ Rodrick Heffley

a/n: this is based on the curses version of the reader!

sleep is something that you did not get a whole lot of, especially at differing points of a school year

it was either when exams were the only thing you focused on

or when homework piled up due to the after school activities and any tutoring sessions you had preventing you from getting it done at a more reasonable time

and this was something rodrick noticed simply because he noticed how much you tended to fight the sleep even as your eyes shut and head starting falling to whatever surface you were closest too

before you two started dating, and you were simply just his tutor, rodrick tried to help as soon as he realized he cared about you by ending sessions early in the hope that it would allow you to get to bed earlier

now, this meant he often said, “so, uh, my mom wants me home early today.”

and knowing his turbulent relationship with his younger brother, greg, you did not question what it was that he did to get that curfew

though as soon as you two start dating?

oh boy, it’s a lot more obvious and a lot more practical about getting you to at least take a power nap

like he’s already moving stuff away from you and your lap and whatever distraction was preventing you from sleeping then and there

“i’m sure you’ll still have an 8 point whatever gpa if you take a nap, babe.”

“...gpa doesn’t go that high, sweetheart.”

“but my point still stands…”

though you were already nodding off by that point, head coming to rest on his shoulder

and within seconds after you fell asleep, rodrick was also nodding off because that boy has to take a daily nap in order to function

speaking of rodrick napping, if he really wants you to take a nap, he just has to be the first one to fall asleep

because seeing him sleep without a care in the world makes you just want to cuddle against him and join in the snooze

though, one time you did fall asleep on rodrick’s shoulder when you two were hanging with his band

and rodrick stayed still despite the teasing looks and comments from his band mates about it, but he also did have to end up waking you up sooner than he would have wanted to

#rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley #Diary of a Wimpy Kid #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #fluff headcanons #fluff #headcanons #request

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requests are open!

Hello everyone! I feel like I need to write some stuff this weekend, but anytime really, so my requests are open! Feel free to send in your prompts or any ideas and I (hopefully) should get those out!! :) I will have a list of who I write for below, but if you have any other ideas for other characters from the series or from other things related, let me know!

I write for:

Diary of a Wimpy Kid

Rodrick Heffley

The Umbrella Academy

Diego Hargreeves // Number 2

Wire

Captain J

Marvel

Peter Parker

#rodrick heffley #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick x reader #diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #The Umbrella Academy #tua #tua x reader #the umbrella academy x reader #wire #worthikids wire #worthikids #captain j x reader #captain j #marvel #mcu #peter parker x reader #peter parker

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The Fourth or Bust 【Rodrick Heffley x GN!Reader】- One-Shot

rating: pg

genre: just pure fluff

word count: 1323

summary: it’s your first fourth of july that you actually do something on associated with the holiday, and let’s just say it won’t be a bust at all.

author’s note: this is based upon whatever universe i created with curses and easier, but made this version gender neutral! as usual i am still growing and working on my skill so feedback is always appreciated!!

The Fourth of July was a holiday you had not exactly celebrated before. Growing up in the Upper East Side of New York, the most that would happen was watching fireworks from a distance, but there would be no party or no cookout, not even a hotdog or hamburger. Even if your family went camping, it was not the traditional sort of camping. It was luxury cabins in the woods, and a grill or campfire was never even considered. It was boat rides, swimming and drinking for the adults and expensive fish for dinner.

So when your family moved out of the city and into a small town in Massachusetts, things started to change. Well, they did not change for your parents--maybe your mother who went to drink with her friends she had made since the move, but your father would prefer to keep up traditions and only went to the parties his co-workers would throw to ensure things would only be kept strictly business.

For you and your brother, however, it was an entirely different story. Your brother went to the bigger parties, thrown by one of his friends. Where you went to a neighborhood thrown celebration party with your boyfriend, Rodrick.

It apparently was one his and his family went to yearly, and he was just excited that he could bring someone that was both his age and someone he enjoyed to be with to the party this year as his dad had made it clear none of his friends could go, considering it was thrown by his neighborhood rival dad. But Frank had taken a liking to you and thought you were a good influence, so allowed you to go.

When the Fourth finally rolled around, though the wait was not long as it felt it had only been a couple days since school had let out for the summer, you were up bright and early as Frank had told you to be at the Heffley’s house nice and early in the morning and you headed to that instruction. Getting ready was quick and to the point, trying to not overdo it with a simple shirt and a pair of shorts to withstand the warmer weather, slipping on your sneakers before leaving at the front entryway of your home.

:~+~:

Okay, so you were a few minutes later according to Frank, but in reality you had arrived at the time Rodrick told you to be there--around 10 or 11. So maybe it was late, but also not late at all. But according to Mr. Heffley it was as he had to run by whatever nonsense rule and expectations there were with the entire family before going into ‘enemy territory’ for the afternoon. Susan assured you that you’d be fine no matter what, it was mainly for her boys to stay out of trouble, but Frank did not want to signal them out that summer.

The party itself was what she expected whenever she saw or thought about a typical middle class suburban Fourth celebration would look like and be like: flag decor everywhere and the only thing in sight aside from red, white and blue, was chips, hot dogs hamburgers, cakes and cupcakes and whatever snacks associated with a backyard barbeque would have. While it was not your first to have these sorts of foods, as it was becoming increasingly common the longer you stayed in Plainville, it did not make the excitement to have them around any less momentous for you. You have learned to contain this excitement, often utilizing the seen not heard tactic you and your brother used as young children attending a high society party to conceal that excitement. Though judging by the amount of both yours and Rodrick’s plates, it was clear.

“Got enough food there, babe?” Rodrick asked, looking at the food on the paper plate in your hand.

“You shouldn’t be talking, sweetheart.” You countered with a slight laugh, “But I don’t know when I’m going to have this stuff again, so gotta take advantage of it.”

“I’m sure if you tell my mom that, she’ll make sure we’ll have hot dogs and hamburgers every time you come by,” Rodrick pointed out before eating a chip, adding with his mouth full, “She loves you that much, after all.”

“I may just have to do that then.” You agreed though you were not sure if you would actually do so, but it would be a nice thought and something to use for the future and rest of the summer if she was ever craving a hot dog or something later on.

The barbecue during the day was quite fun though you could tell Rodrick was getting over it really fast as the day dragged on because there was not a whole lot to do until night started coming and the fireworks were to begin. But there was something you had found enjoyable about the non-business, non-formal party in the backyard of someone’s house that kept you entertained in the summer heat. While you knew that staying so long in the summer heat most likely was not the ideal situation, but regardless you enjoyed it.

With dusk approaching, that was the agreed upon time the Heffley family would leave to head to the town’s firework show, as it was the time most of those who went to that backyard party would be leaving, too. The fireworks were also something you had been invited to, and you did not have to be asked twice because fireworks were the few things that your Fourth of July shared with everyone else. There was something special about them, though the loud noise was not an ideal, the colors were worth it.

Driving out to where the fireworks display was...was something, largely because it was you driving you and Rodrick behind the Heffley SUV, and the entire ride was Rodrick complaining about the day they had.

“I almost punched Greg about three times this afternoon, and I can’t even tell you why.”

“Why did it have to be so hot out? This tan line is gonna suck so much.”

“If it weren’t for you, I probably would have actually punched Greg now that I’m thinking about it…”

You could only smile and attempt to respond back to anything he was talking about, but they were all in rapid succession as they often were. You had noticed that when you two were alone, Rodrick’s thoughts simply just...came out without much of a filter and sometimes without pause. Whatever came across his mind, he said if he knew he could do so when you were around, largely because if it was just you, he knew you would not get him into trouble. It showed how much he really trusted you, and it made your heart swell just thinking about it.

And this feeling only increased as the family and the pair of you had arrived at the fireworks show. Instantly, as it often did when out in public, Rodrick felt he needed to keep you close and his arm went around your shoulders as Frank led the family and yourself to the best spot he could find to watch the show. It was a nice change of pace to be with a family who loved each other, deep down anyway, despite the chaos they held in everything they did.

Once the show had begun and you had settled yourself against Rodrick as you both looked up at the sky lit up with exploding color and shapes, the smile on your face never did fade once. Though, you felt a pair of lips on her head and turned your head up to look at Rodrick, who was looking at you with the out of character softness you had only seen a handful of times.

“You know, you’re probably one of the best things in my life.”

“I think I can agree with that.”

#rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick x reader #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #Diary of a Wimpy Kid #Devon Bostick

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𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙧 -【Rodrick Heffley x F!Reader】- One-Shot

rating: pg

genre: just pure fluff

word count: 1046

summary: homecoming was here and for you and rodrick, it’s a hard time for both to consider going, but going might have been just what you two needed.

author’s note: this is a sequel to curses, but can be read on its own, too!

Because of the explosiveness of the dinner the previous week and what was brought to light as a direct result, her father had not grounded his daughter and forbade her from attending homecoming with Rodrick.

Not to say he did not still approve of the boy, her mother and his wife just convinced him that if he still wanted his only daughter in his life with any positive relationship, punishing her would only push her further away. While it was never expressed out loud, there was an unspoken understanding that family was very important to her family’s name, but changing how that was expressed needed to be changed, no matter how long that took.

That being said, [Y/N] held reservations about going to the homecoming dance regardless of the lack of punishment she had expected after she returned home. Her childhood and how she had grown up with all the expectations placed upon her shoulders prevented her from thinking clearly, despite the words uttered of being tired of trying to be perfect as her father seemingly expected her to be. Old habits die hard, as they say, and going to homecoming with her boyfriend was one of the hardest choices to make.

On one hand, she wanted to please her father, and be the person he expected her to be. But at the same time, she knew that was not how people were, they were not supposed to be molded into perfection and they were free to love who they love and want to spend time with. And for her, Rodrick was that person for at least until the foreseeable future.

Who knew what the future would hold, but there was no denying that Rodrick made her incredibly happy in the present which led to the agreement they would still be going to the homecoming dance together, so long as they avoided her home. The fear was real that if her father saw Rodrick’s face, then that would be it and officially, the two of them would be over regardless of their own feelings. And that needed to be avoided at all costs

Luckily, one of [Y/N]’s friends agreed that the meeting spot before the dance would be her house and the girls would be getting ready together there. Which was reassuring , as she could leave as early as she wanted without having to risk being intercepted by her father, easily making the time before the dance as enjoyable as possible.

And it was. Those few hours before she felt free, happy and content. Spending it with her closest friends, laughing and joking around with music playing was something so inherently like a movie that it almost seemed cheesy. But it was the cheesiness of it all that made her happy.

What made her even happier was the photos taken before the dance with the group of friends going and their dates if they had them. And boy, seeing Rodrick in the similar outfit he had worn at the dinner was still something to behold. Perhaps it was because it proved that if he tried, he could clean up nicely, he just often chose to not care. Not that it mattered, because it made the moments he did try a lot more meaningful to her.

Do not even get started on how dumbfounded Rodrick was when he saw you dolled up. Just wait until it is prom season, because then he may need to have surgery to have his jaw reattached.

At the dance was where things started to get a little more wholesome than it was already.

First of all, Rodrick was entirely out of his element in a public school cafeteria with music he would never consider listening to. And while he was at first clearly uncomfortable, to which [Y/N] reassured him they could leave whenever they wanted.

“No, then I’ll be considered weak.” He countered immediately back though [Y/N] had no clue as to what that meant, but simply just nodded and tried to help him ease into the environment.

Though, no work had to be done because as soon as the Cha Cha Slide came on, it had done all the work [Y/N] had been trying as Rodrick jumped eagerly into the line dance. At first, [Y/N] had attempted to simply just watch, but her boyfriend had another idea. Once he noticed her standing off to the side, he stopped and went to drag her to do the dance with him because if she would not, then he would pout, no doubt. And a pouty Rodrick was something [Y/N] did not want to deal with at the moment as they were supposed to be having fun, after all, forgetting about all the things going on outside of the cafeteria decorated with whatever theme they chose for the dance.

Following the Cha Cha Slide, Rodrick dragged his girlfriend over to where the snacks were laid out. There was not much, but that did not stop the teenage boy from finding something to peck at to hold him over until the promised romp to the local diner after the dance was over. While [Y/N] was not hungry, whenever Rodrick held a celery stick out, she would take a bite with a smile as a form of thanks.

The slow dance was the one moment of genuine calm the two shared after fast pace dance and group dances with the group they had come with.

“Did I tell you that you look especially beautiful tonight?” Rodrick asked as the two of them gently swayed in time with the music.

“About ten times so far, yes.” [Y/N] giggled out a bit.

“Then I’ll say it ten more times.” He promised and sealed the promise with a gentle kiss.

This was the night the two of them drastically needed after the mess of the dinner the week before. The fear they would no longer be a couple hung heavy on their shoulders, so the one night they could be teenagers in love was a night they would always remember.

It was easier to do that than to allow others to make the choices in their lives if they felt they could make an informed one, after all.

#rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick x reader #Diary of a Wimpy Kid #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick

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andtheydontstopwriting · 3 years

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⋇⋆✦𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ✦⋆⋇

Here is my masterlist of all my works! Will update with each new post!

Key:

✨ = Non-specified genre

❤️ = Fluff

🥀 = Angst

☠️ = Character death

🧨 = Description of violence, mature themes

🔥 = Smut, 18+

Diary of a Wimpy Kid

Rodrick Heffley

Curses [🥀 ❤️]

Allies or Enemies [ ✨ ]

Easier [ ❤️ ]

Fourth of July or Bust [ ❤️ ]

Fixer Upper [ ❤️ ]

Headcanons

Fluffy Sleep Headcanons [ ❤️ ]

The Umbrella Academy

Diego Hargreeves || Number 2

Wire

Captain J

Keep You Safe [ 🥀 ❤️ ☠️ ]

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𝙆𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙎𝙖𝙛𝙚 - 【Captain J x GN!Reader】- One-Shot

rating: pg-13 content warning: character deaths, one singular swear word word count: 1379 summary: there were two moments that cemented there was something was going to come from some of the lowest points in your lives, let’s explore those. author’s note: no one asked for this but me. nor did anyone ask for how i and a friend expanded the universe of wire, but here it is anyway. not a lot of details given about this expansion, largely because we’d be here for too long anyWAY...enjoy if you read this! also there is no use of y/n that i’m aware of--if there is let me know because this is not proofread oop.

There was something to say about how the relationship between you and Jay developed over the many years you two have known each other. It was not an easy road to take, but it was one where it was hard to see any other way life could have gone.

Since the two of you had met, there was an unspoken dislike for the other but never was it outwardly expressed. Granted, this could be because you were children when you had first met, because your parents had been friends and hatred was never verbally expressed. Instead, it was something that was instead expressed by acting out against the other one.

Though it was clear to everyone else, the reasons were not so obvious to the children who never meshed well together. You were both incredibly stubborn and strong-willed, willing to do what needed to be done to get things done. This led to neither of you never exactly agreeing upon anything as children as a result. Your families had simply just thought as the pair grew up and developed your own personality that went beyond those two traits and thus endured whatever came with waiting for that day to come.

Short term interactions were simply just the best work around when even waiting for more of a present personality proved to be too much and everyone around you two grew tired of being the mediators of the inevitable fights that would arise.

But fate would run another course as soon as the war began your parents started to work together beyond just seeing each other’s families from time to time. This led to a lot more increasingly tense moments between you and Jay, but nothing that could not be solved with simply being dragged away before things got too bad.

The war had gone unnoticed by the children until the death toll started to inch closer and closer to those they knew and those they saw that morning. You, your brother and Jay were about 9 or 10 when you started to learn and understand more about the war, but Big J, being the oldest of that group of kids, understood much sooner the cost this could take without much insight into why this war was being fought.

And you had hoped you and your brother would have been spared, too, the knowledge of the cost of war because you had been that far into the war’s duration. Though not all prayers are ever answered as your parents were among the first casualties--your father first due to an unforeseen attack and your mother not even a week later from a counter strike that did not end the way they had expected it too.

After the funeral, you stayed behind, standing in front of the grave site, holding whatever emotions you were feeling inside. In your hand, you held the hat your father had forgotten that day, clutching onto as it was the last tangible thing of theirs you still had. Something they wore everyday.

“You’re supposed to wear it, stupid.”

You were pulled by your thoughts by the voice, turning your head towards the direction it came from.

Though before you could register that Jay had also stayed behind, he was already taking the hat from your hands and putting it right on your head to prove his point that was where hats were supposed to be, nodding once it was on.

No other words were spoken as Jay turned his attention to the gravesite before you two. You may have been young, but now understood what war could do. Interpreting the aftermath and trauma that came with it was another story.

Instead, all that could be done was a silent confirmation that in the moment, things would be okay. And this was expressed without words by means of holding hands, as Jay, at some point had reached out and taken a hold of your hand in his. And all you could do was briefly look over at him with a confused look, not understanding why he was doing this at firs before the realization came to you.

Maybe he wasn’t so bad, after all.

┈ ┈ ┈ ⋞ 〈 ⏣ 〉 ⋟ ┈ ┈ ┈

That night was never brought up again, and why should it be? There was no need dwelling on what happened in the past when they were living in a time of war that seemingly would never end.

Though the war was not all bad, as Jay had become an older brother and Big J had become an older sister once again when Little J entered the world when they were all teenagers. And you could have almost been shocked by the change if not for the glimpse of the care Jay felt towards those in his life, regardless of his exterior expression in some situations.

It was also nice to have some sort of distraction from the war going on around them and the war they had started to get involved in once they could make the logical choice to do so. Taking care of Little J was a nice change of pace from the stressors of war, once that was finally coming to end after a year and half of the littlest J being in the world.

That, however, did come with a price. It seemed as though no parents were making it out of this war alive, as the J’s parents ended up being another casualty in the final days of the war, even if no one knew until the war was finally over and they did not return.

During a time where others were celebrating, the older two J’s were mourning the loss. One night since returning after the funeral earlier in the day, it was hard to get any sleep for everyone. You were up and sitting outside when you heard the door open from the building you had been staying with the others who had been up in the air this entire time. With no parents or home to go back to, it was the easiest location to be for the time being.

Peering around the corner from the bench where you sat, where you sat contemplating going to the graveyard or not, it was answered for you as you saw Jay already start in the direction of it. While you probably figured it best to not follow, the memory of what he did when you two had been younger--almost a decade prior at this point--became front and center. He was there for you when you did not know you needed it, so it was only right you return the sentiment.

So when you saw him sitting in front of his own parent’s gravesite, the hat he usually wore off of his head similar to the one you also sported, an idea sprang into your head as you spoke as you realized the two of you were more alike than people once thought, “You’re supposed to wear the hat, dumbass.”

You heard a slight laugh come from the teenager as if he remembered the same moment you had as you came to stand beside him, looking down for a brief moment as he looked up, silently asking to sit to which Jay had nodded.

When you sat, there were no words uttered once again. A silent understanding that things will be okay, and you would always have his side even if you never agreed with most of his plans. An understanding that was made clear by another repeated action of reaching out to hold his hand this time. In this moment, you could see the tension melt from his shoulders as they dropped before he placed the striped hat on his head once again.

Another moment of bliss that was secret to everyone in your life, something you two would not trade for the word.

┈ ┈ ┈ ⋞ 〈 ⏣ 〉 ⋟ ┈ ┈ ┈

After that, things shifted clearly from whatever childhood rivalry you had because of conflicting personalities to that of a completely understanding and trusting relationship that could only go up from there. And it had.

While you two were not exactly a couple, there was no denying that at some point, when the time was right, you would be.

But all that matters is that you two would always keep the other safe, whatever the cost.

#captain j #captain j x reader #wire #worthikids wire #worthikids

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