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queenendless · 6 months

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👻🦇🎃 Spooky Lovin' (Various JJK ft Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Female!Reader) 🎃🦇👻

A/N: Just my headcannon on an imagined scenario with the JJK cast celebrating Halloween together and they're all A-OK and happy and 😭🤧❤️‍🩹 There are ships/pairings in this here and there plus the costumes I thought of for them all that took forever to think of! Spooky romantic fluff. Cause writing that vampire AU 18+ piece is ... hard.

Pairings: Yuji x Megumi, Nobara x Maki, Yuta x Rika with hints of Yuta x Toge, Kokichi x Miwa, Shoko x Utahime, Nanami x Haibara, Mai x Momo, Yuki x Choso, and Satoru x Suguru x Fem!Reader at the end.

All credit for JJK cast goes to Gege.

* Please DON'T plagarize, translate, or repost my FANFIC content. Reblog, like, and follow instead.

I hope you enjoy. And —

HAPPY HALLOWEEN~!

THE CAST'S HALLOWEEN ATTIRE!

🎃Yuji in a tiger onsie and his usual sneakers with black face paint on for the whiskers and the nose.

🎃Megumi as wolf boi with just a wolf ears headband on … he was willing to put those on for his Yuji bae and that's all you're getting.

🎃Nobara as OUAT Aurora with a sword because she is a cute badass.

🎃Maki as OUAT Mulan because I like her warrior armored suit. Blame the fanarts I've seen.

*Plus seeing fanart of those OUAT girls together made something click.

🎃Toge as the Mummy. Better that than automatically putting him in a sushi roll suit.

🎃Panda as Frankenstein's Monster. In the torn up black Frankenstein jacket, stitches painted on, Frankenstein bowler head wig, and bolts in the neck. It was either this or Killer bear.

🎃Yaga as Dr Frankenstein. Labcoat, gloves but with his shades still on. Makes perfect sense.

🎃Yuta as Bendy the Dancing Demon.

🎃Rika as Alice Angel

*They both start off cute then become quite terrifying but in the best way.

🎃Kokichi as Victor from The Corpse Bride.

🎃Miwa as Emily THE Corpse Bride.

🎃Nanami as Captain America cause I got the idea from @TimieTate on twitter. But he keeps said cap off. He'll keep the shield just to see the fanboy within faces Yu, Yuji and Ino come to life.

🎃Yu Haibara as Iron Man cause I like Stony and it all fits now. Also he used face paint to add in the beard goatee combo.

🎃Ino as a zombie with the usual horror makeup with green skin, bloody cuts, and he's a cutie wanting brains~

🎃Shoko as Sally

🎃Utahime as Genderbent Jack Skellington with a Zero plushie.

🎃Momo as Sabrina the Teenage Witch. Just the poofy velvety black dress, witch's hat, It was the broom's fault.

🎃Mai as Salem Saberhagen/Cat. It's just in a velour jumpsuit with an attached tail, layered choker necklace, cat ear headband, and ankle boots.

🎃Todo as a crossdressed Takada … cause why not.

🎃Choso as Netflix's Castlevania Dracula, with his hair loose to match. Also because of the whole blood thing.

🎃Yuki as Lisa Tepes also from Netflix's Castlevania cause they're both independent and stubborn and it just made sense to have them pair up.

🎃Riko as Wednesday Adams

🎃Kuroi as Morticia Adams

🎃Toji and Shiu as Sam and Dean Winchester. Just wearing leather jackets, rustic shirts, torn jeans and boots for the rugged look. Doesn't matter who's dressed as who. They can both make either roles work.

🎃Noritoshi Kamo as Hellsing's Alucard

🎃Junpei as Ash Williams. OG Classic. With detachable chainsaw toy hand.

🎃Nanako as Mitsuri Kanroji

🎃Mimiko as Nezuko

🎃Tsumiki as Shinobu

*They all got the wigs and custom made toy Nichirin swords. Also because Tsumiki and Shinobu share the same seiyuu. It was either her or Yor from SPY X FAMILY. Lord knows Gojo, Geto and Megumi would never want to see this girl in that kinda getup; overprotective they are.

🎃Mei as Disney OG Ursula. They both have white hair and do business with high rewarding profits. I had trouble figuring out a costume for Mei, okay!?

🎃Ui as a Flotsam Jetsam Mashup. Devoted brother/minion, so be it.

🎃Kusakabe as a Scarecrow. Apparently he's a fearful man that is courageous when it counts. It all fits.

🎃Akari Nitta as OG Disney Cinderella. Cause why not? It's cute!

🎃Ijichi as Zorro. Be a brave badass, my man!

*Those two are doing a callback to A Cinderella Story; the OG one, where Sam is Cindy and Carter is Zorro. Ergo, neither pair are couples.

🎃Arata Nitta as just a bedsheet ghost. He's timid as hell according to his wiki so there.

🎃Satoru as Wassup Ghostface

🎃Suguru as Viper Ghostface

🎃You as OG Ghostface

*Cause I gotta put my favorite horror character of all time in this and seeing fanart of them as Ghostface is a big turn on~! Plus Gojo gives Wassup vibes. And Viper looked so cool for Geto. And yes you be representing the OG!

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Fall has come.

Warm colored leaves whisking in the cold blowing winds.

And so much rambunctious chatter teemed the atmosphere.

The annual Halloween carnival fair has arrived.

"Fushiguro! Let's go on that ride next!" Yuji cheered enthusiastically as the pair rode the flaming pumpkin head shaped go bumper car.

"Fine fine! Just keep your eyes on the – ACK!" Megumi grabbed those mochi cheeks of Yuji's to make him face forward, both jerking forward as they got slammed in up front by another go cart.

"Itadori-kun! Eyes on the road!" Junpei laughed.

"You two can get it on later, ya know~" Ino teased, grinning, innuendo jokes going hard.

"Ino-san, please don't egg him on." Megumi grumbled, bashfully avoiding eye contact.

"If he wants to, sure." Yuji made it all seem so simple.

"WHAT!?" All three exclaimed in shock, startling the other drivers and passerby, earning him a hard yank on his tiger hood.

Mingling outside a food booth

"Mmm, umai~!" Nobara's eyes lit up with actual stars in them as she eyed her crepe with bat and spider sprinkles paired with chocolate sauce. "Delicious and Insta-worthy~! Maki-san, what do you think?"

She smacked her lips in afterthought, eyeing the"With the black and orange dyed cone, matching sherbert ice cream gave off that spooky pizzazz to put one in the festive mood "Not bad. Too much though."

"Hmm … then finding the best cammable sweets for Maki-san is our goal for this all Hallows Night!"

"Don't go overboard, baka." Maki bopped her on her crowned head, endearingly smiling. "Cause we're burning all this sugar in our workout tomorrow."

Nobara saluted. "Yes ma'am!"

From down the road, sitting at a mini table set up outside another food both, Mai scoffs at the sight. "Maki, what do you see in that girl?"

Giving heated glares to some passerby that were giving cat calls to Mai, Momo "Your envy is warranted but not tonight. Now have a spooky berry." Momo plopped a bloody frosted one from her decorated strawberry coffin into her partner's mouth.

"Out of all the people, she chose to date … her." Mai muffled through her full mouth.

"I heard that, you know." The Kyoto pair looked up to see Mai's twin and her bae standing there; Maki a bit facially irked whereas –

"We BOTH heard!" Nobara's seething face was too close for Mai's comfort; Maki restraining her from going feral, though Mai looked undisturbed.

Oh? I didn't see you there." Mai's false smile had Nobara shooting steam out of her nostrils.

"She means well." Momo; understanding Mai's protectiveness over her twin, just sat there and ate those berries away.

The baseball struck gold as the bottle tower collapsed with ease.

"Alright Nanami-san! Perfect aim as always!" Haibara cheered, clapping before pointing at the prize he wanted hanging above their heads. "How many prize booths does that make now?" Haibara beamed, arms full of stuffed toy prizes.

"This would be the fifth one. I believe we've reached a moderate amount at this point." Nanami stated, adjusting the strap keeping the star spangled shield on his back, as they walked off with their reward.

"Yeah. This is more than enough for my sister. Thank you. So here." Picking up his latest prize, he handed the Iron Man chibi doll to his beau. "As a token to remember this night."

Nanami was so taken back by the gesture. "Then you keeping this one would even things up." He plopped that Cap chibi plush right on Haibara's face.

Haibara nuzzled the Cap plush with his cheek. "I'll follow you to the ends of the Earth … Kento."

God, Nanami's heart was getting ready to burst right outta him! "Yu …" Looking straight ahead, he shyly blushed as he kept a hand on Yu's back just in case. "I'll never forget."

On a park bench, viewing the fair from across the way, the two ruggedly dressed drinking buddies were hogging the bench.

"You know spying is a bad look for you, Zen'in."

"Shut it. It's Fushiguro now, remember?" And yet, propped against the back of the bench, Toji kept glancing at his wolf eared teen son walking with his fellow sorcerer buddies through the festive grounds evidently content regardless if he was smiling or not.

"Just go say to your kids already, you big old wuss."

Downing some booze, Toji sighed. "Nah. It's better this way. Besides, his two new papas would kill me in cold blood if I got even close."

"You're actually pissed you didn't get invited to their group gathering." Shiu drolled, getting bonked in the back of the head by Toji's half empty bottle.

"Still though, nothing like a drink and a smoke outside to spend the night away." Shiu mused, smoke slipping through his lips.

Toji's semi bored eyes suddenly became focused as they trained on a former target that now alluded to his sights after slipping inside one of the many houses of horrors littered around the fair grounds.

Holding hands tightly, Riko and Kuroi jolted and squeaked among the many other costumed attendees from every jump scare triggered by the gory horrifying figures coming every which way.

"Riko-sama, it's okay if you don't want to keep going."

"No! I can be brave through this! Just to rub it in those two's smug ass faces! I can do this – mmph!" She bumped into someone's back amiss her self encouragement. Looking up into the blackest eyes of Count Choso who bluntly uttered.

"Boo."

Riko's terrified screams didn't startle Choso in the slightest as she flailed, losing balance, and falling into Kuroi's arms.

"Sorry about him, Amanai-chan. Just trying to get him in the spooky spirit is all." Yuki's head popped out from behind him, apologetically smiling.

"An incarnated object … in the flesh!" She was as terrified as she was astounded at being in his presence, especially when he punched a screeching animatronic that got too close for comfort.

"Another former Star Plasma Vessel." Choso pointed out dryly.

"I chose my own path going forward of my own free will, same as you. No need to be so blunt about it." Riko stuck her tongue out at the somewhat irked hybrid man.

"Riko-sama, let's get going. We're holding up the others behind us." Kuroi cautioned.

"Yes yes, we're wasting precious time here! The night is still young after all!~!" Not wanting to get kicked out and sued by those running the house, Yuki dragged those three out to the exit, barreling through puzzled exclaiming normies.

In a mock up Haunted Mansion ride, Kokichi stayed stiff but flustered as Miwa held his hand, hugged his arm, and cuddled up next to him in their automatic carriage seat for two.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" She curiously wanted to know.

He nods, fidgeting a bit. "And you?"

"Yes … I'm with you, after all." Miwa's genuine smile spoke volumes to how true she meant it.

"Good." He kissed her cheek all feather-like, earning a glow from her face before she peppered his face all with lipstick kisses, to his dopey smiling face.

"Oh my precious students!" That alerted the two as they spotted their sensei tearing up, to which her date used her Zero plush to pat away those tears.

"Just ignore us. We'll keep mingling with our brethren, that's all." Shoko waved to them, lounging in the fake graveyard setting.

"Not if we get kicked out over it!" Utahime panicked.

"Eh, no big deal." Shoko's usual apathetic shrug.

"You promised me you wouldn't act like THOSE TWO – MMPH!" Utahime got shushed by a smooch. Zero's nose lit up red, smooshed in between them, pouting as they parted. "You don't play fair."

Shoko rubbed her nose against Utahime's, mixing her faded blue powder with her white face powder, smiling proudly. "You make it too easy."

Outside, in a corn maze, Toge was looking ahead over the tops, carried on Panda's shoulders,

"Tsuna Tsuna."

"Go right?"

"Shake."

"Got it. Oh, Yuta, why must you leave us in your wake!? We barely see him anymore! Now he left us behind in this maze!" Panda dramatically tearfully shouted to the heavens.

"Mentaiko."

Turning this and that way, they finally found Yuta. On the hay covered ground. With Rika laying atop him.

"T–Toge! Panda! Uh … I can explain everything! I – It was just a slip –!" Yuta sweated bullets.

"He still cushioned my fall. You're always looking out for me, Yuta, my love~!" Rika gushed.

While he remained calm on the surface; that and his mouth was covered in wraps, Toge was irked at seeing his close friend being smothered by his lifelong love.

"If you two wanted to be alone, all you had to do was say so." Panda suggestively said.

"Uh, that's not – AH!" Getting pulled up to their feet, Yuta blushed at how intense Inumaki's gaze held him with such devotion. Ruffling his hair, Toge was now turning red from what those wraps didn't hide, Yuta laughed a bit at the cute sight, before Panda bear hugged them all. "I – I missed you all too!"

Leaning against the fenced borders of the exit, Kusakabe-sensei stood beside his fellow Scarecrow; a display maybe but still, staying steer clear of any unwarranted hassle.

"Kids … naively enjoying normalcy despite our true reality. As long as I don't get screwed over in the long run, I'm –!"

A clown faced balloon got thrusted in his face.

"Take one. Enjoy yourself. I mean it."

Principal Yaga, handing out spooky themed balloons to adorably costumed kids passing by with their parents, still noticed the somber fear in his eyes. Speaking of kids –

"Come on, uncle! Mom is waiting for us!"

Yaga smiled at seeing Atsuya being dragged off by his Batman dressed nephew, willing to let his guard down for the little guy, a bat shaped balloon in his small gloved hand.

Mei cackling as money rained the sky. "Thinking you can trick me out of my wits," Men with wounded pride crumbled around her. "Only to be treated to my heart's content." They should never have bet straight outta their wallets. "Now that's what I call the best treat ever~!" She was that good at the shooting ranges. And darts. And slamming the hammer to ring the bell.

"Nee-sama, on top, as always~! Perfection~!" Ui applauded in his own odd unsettling way that only his elder sister enjoyed as she laughed madly.

Noritoshi hoped Miwa and the girls' choice of costume for him wouldn't make him feel so … out of his comfort zone. And yet, the various fangirls that adored the character he portrayed had them taking him up on both sides, hugging him arms and giggling nonstop at how fine he looked. Guess letting his hair down and loose made the look really sell. Still …

"I cannot tell if this is better than dealing with curses … or worse."

Getting dragged off to God knows where, an overwhelmed Noritoshi passed the masked Ijichi-san who was mesmerized by Nitta-san as the princess she is inside and out, twirling on the bridge. "I'll make sure not to lose my glass slipper~!" She cheekily jokes.

"I'd gladly carry you should you ever lose them." Ijicji bravely offered.

"Oh thank you Ichiji-san, but I'll manage. Right, Anata?"

All she got from the tarp draped ghost of her teen brother was jerky nodding and an "Eep!"

"He's really shy. But that makes him that much more precious to me~!" She hugged her startled embarrassed tarp brother.

It brought tears to Ichiji's eyes, sniffling. "Ah sibling love … so pure!"

And for Todo. Yeah, a Takada-chan Halloween themed concert was happening nearby. And yes he got tickets to see her. Cross dressed as his #1. The man will wear it with the utmost unbridled pride and joy for his Takada-Chan. And he'd lose it seeing her dressed as the best half angel half devil in history. "Pure and forbidden to all … the perfect balance … that's my Takada-chan~" He'd be on Cloud 9 yall!

SNAP!

"Ooh, another one!" Nanko cheered.

FLASH.

"New pose time." Mimiko softly suggested.

CLICK!

"Okay, one more!" Tsumiki added.

Posing and taking photos with cosplayers of their fave online idols in their demon slayer outfits was too much fun for all those involved.

"PHOTO BOMB!"

A Wassup Ghostface popped up above Nanako's head. Followed by a Viper one appearing between Mimiko and Tsumiki's faces. Startling away their cosplaying acquaintances.

"Our own papas giving us heart attacks, unbelievable!" Nanako complained.

"It was a good scare, though." Mimiko clapped a bit.

"It made my heart jolt right out of my chest!" Tsumiki exclaimed.

"Huh? Where's Mama, though?" Nanako asked.

"She's missing." Mimiko noted.

"I thought you three would all arrive together." Tsumiki reminded them.

Gojo pulled up his mask to beam at them. "Not to worry, girls. The Mrs is fine. Quite fine, actually~" Gojo's purring tone at how fine you looked in your costume did not go unnoticed as the girls mock gagging into their hands.

Geto also pulled his mask up to peck their foreheads. "You girls keep having fun…not too much, though." Geto wanted the best for his girls too, but not around unsavory company.

"Yes, Geto-sama." The twins kissed his cheeks before dragging Tsumiki off to rendezvous with Megumi's group.

The big question.

Where are you in all this?

Photographing the moments, of course.

Entrapping these precious once in a lifetime memories.

Looking over them all from afar, your tender smile gave way to a wave of attachment as tears pricked your vision behind that mask.

This fragile tender peace amiss this cursed world was what you sought-after.

Swaying from the overflow of sentiment, empathy and affection you felt for this found family had you shaking in your actual costumed boots.

"Tell me …" You felt his cursed energy appear immediately, hovering right behind you. "What's your favorite scary movie?"

You felt giddy, butterflies flocking your nerves, smiling nervously underneath your mask. "This one." You pointed at yourself. "Duh." You giggled as he glomped you from behind, lifting your mask off to see your red cheeked beauty. "Lord forbid I wanna remember this night, digitally and soulfully. Doing group hangouts takes lots of planning, coordination and effort – AAH~!"

You squealed as Satoru lifted you up bridal style, spinning you around, marveling at your form highlighted by the moon while the fair lights made your e/c eyes sparkle like the universe laid in your gaze. Matching his Six Eyes perfectly, hypnotized by them as ever, as he kissed you openly.

"Heaven sent … you truly are." Tuffs of his snony bangs tickled your forehead and nose as his face beamed with pride and joy, unbridled love stretched from both ends of his wide smile, all for you.

"An angel for our depraved souls," Feeling those giant clothes hands cup your cheeks from behind, your toothy smile looked up to see Suguru sharing the same twitterpated expression.

"Ghosts having guardian angels … huh. Who'd have thought?" Your attempt at joking only made them give loud, slobbering, open mouthed smooches all over your face as you became a flailing giggling mess.

"Selfie time~!" Satoru chirped as he took tons of them with his phone, lots of laughs and kisses exchanged amongst the many goofy, creepy, and ecstatic faces you three made.

When midnight would soon be upon you all.

"Looks like we're right on schedule." Suguru mused as you three saw everyone that you personally invited eventually convening where the end of the fair grounds and the park meet, fairy lights hanging among, between, and around the tall hanging trees, various spooky tune favorites playing in the background to set the mood.

"Precisely." You threw the heavy ginormous bag you brought with you.

You popped it with the signature cursed energized finger gun.

It rained candy for all assembled.

While some – Yuji, Panda, Toge, Yuta, Rika, Junpei, Ino, Nobara, Miwa, Riko, Yu, Todo cause his lovely Takada-chan's concert had ended early, Nanako, Mimiko, Tsumiki, Satoru who yes scrambled over to get some too – clamored for every piece they could get their hands on.

Others – the adults at least – had restraint or not much interest.

As the fireworks went off to signal the end of the night, so much lively chatter bounced off everyone in animated mayhem, and you could only stand there and watch in amusement, content, and peace.

You wanted to freeze this moment. As well as many others. From back then to going forward.

This world – this reality – was something else.

You found more meaning, a sense of belonging, and heart in being here.

You would shape, bend and change it all to make it the kind of world you wanted it to be.

One where you could protect the smiles of those you feel attached to. Keeping this little slice of semi-normalcy intact, this somewhat safe haven of a life.

And should any curses wreak havoc upon the city – they will be most active on this night after all – this league of sorcerers would exorcise the hell outta them.

Sitting down on the grassy grounds, you were lost in the glowing sight that you got startled as Suguru slung an arm around your shoulders, nuzzling your humming self with his own.

"Truly a memorable night. Well done, love~"

You two jumped as Satoru collapsed before you two, candy stains smearing his lips, but smiling too much to care. "Best Halloween thus far! But next year we gotta top it! We should throw a bash! At our place!" Satoru's eyes were crazed and high at that point.

"Satoru, no more sugar for you tonight." Suguru lightly scolded.

"But Suguru, I feel so good right now~!" You and Sugu sucked the sweetness right off Toru's lips. "Like that but more~! Please love~?" Those puppy dog eyes and pouty lips have you kissing his lips. "Thanks you two~"

Helping Satoru sit up enough to rest on his elbows, you three spent the moment relishing the youthful scenery. Satoru's head rested on your left shoulder, Suguru's head rested on your right shoulder, and you hummed at how warm and cozy and right it all felt.

Calling out to everyone assembled to do at least one group cheer before the clock struck twelve.

Finishing the night off with one last –

"HAPPY HALLOWEEN!"

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shinmiyovvi · 7 months

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CoD Zombies Salvatorix Crew Face Claims

I know I haven't talked about them for months now but this is the opportunity to give time for these bimbinis to shine again! Took me a bit but it was worth the try to find good face claims of the crew. Without further a do...

Louis Hofmann for Stefan von Hoffmann

Yes, they have the same last name but with a different spelling. I was looking for German actors on the internet just for starters to look for potential candidates until I saw Louis Hofmann. He caught my attention and went to look for other photos of him, observing and imagining him being Stefan's face claim so I quickly didn't choose any candidates. His face looks very calm and gives off an intelligent and calculating vibe to it which the two are one of Stefan's traits as a person and also a team leader to his crew.

Grigory Dobyrin for Gavrilo Petrović

Huge thanks to @maninthebox242 for showing me pictures of this man, he is so fine to look at 👉👈 Anyways, he may be Russian but who cares, saw his green eyes and his sexy beard and I was like "Fuck it, we ballin." and went to make him as Gavi's face claim. Now I cannot stay silent whenever I draw Gavi because I will daydream about him having Grigory as his fc.

Jericho Rosales for Marcelito Gonzalez

This struck me while thinking of some potential face claims for the crew and the first thing I was thinking about was for Marcel. As I was spacing out, my brain just went to remember that time I watched Bonifacio: Ang Unang Pangulo and remember Jose Rizal was played by Jericho Rosales. My mind just clicked and quickly made him as Marcel's fc with no other candidates available but only for Jericho. I chose him because of how I grew up just seeing him from any telenovela series that I binged watch every afternoon or every evening, depending on the series' schedule.

Adrien Brody for Lorenzo Beneventi

I mentioned this from the Main Ocs that Adrien was the first one that I had on mind for Dragomir but I disregarded it and make it for Lorenzo's. His facial structure was the driving force of me to make him as Lorenzo's face claim and also the fact that I watched Peaky Blinders and remembered him makes me think about a Mafia Au for our Italian boi.

Junichi Okada for Ryuji Tanaka

This was a very hard decision I had since I chose three candidates for Ryuji's face claim, that being Shun Oguri, Joe Odagiri, and Junichi Okada. I turned Shun as a reserve for now until I am left with Joe and Junichi. Both are present in war movies that I've watched before (Junichi was a Japanese pilot in The Eternal Zero while Joe was an IJA officer in the movie My Way). Both played their roles phenomenally but Junichi begins to grow in me considering that he has a similar facial hair with Ryuji.

Stacy Martin for Rochelle Levesque

The very first actress I laid my eyes on while searching for French actresses and I gotta say, her facial structure is what I wanted Rochelle to have. She has that cute yet beautiful face of hers and how her eyes looks very dreamy and elegant to look at. This will also apply to Primis Rochelle but since her Ultimis counterpart is a member of the Salvatorix Crew so I had to put it here.

Anna Kendrick for Mirabelle Hawkins

I have some other candidates with me like Elizabeth Olsen, Emma Stone, and Scarlet Johnson but I stumbled upon Anna Kendrick and went to search about her on the interest. I never imagine she was part of the Pitch Perfect series and the one who sang Cups (Where everyone uses a cup while singing it and it was a thing before). Her eyes was the key factor of making her as Mira's face claim as it has a slight dark bluish shade on her eyes.

#call of duty zombies #cod zombies #codz #cod zombies oc #codz oc #original character #shin's bimbinis #salvatorix crew #salvatorix crew face claims #stefan von hoffmann #gavrilo petrović #marcelito gonzalez #lorenzo beneventi #ryuji tanaka #rochelle levesque #mirabelle hawkins

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overflowing-with-words · 10 months

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someday, i will lose you to the stars and the moon | harumi j. [pt.1]

a/n: includes heavy Harumi and Lloyd friendship interactions, don’t read it if you don’t like that and/or feel strongly against any type of Harumi+Lloyd friendship. follows the last episode of crystallized, mostly canon compliant until the end of that episode.

also on ao3

tw: death, blood, malnourishment, hospitalized scenes, mind control, ptsd [flashbacks].

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There’s a day where Harumi wakes up, and realizes she can’t remember her own name.

There’s a second of sleep filled panic and adrenaline rushing through her mind as all the breath is dragged out of her lungs, but it’s back in less than a second like it never even happened. Harumi. How could she forget?

She perches on her thin makeshift bed, and forces herself to inhale until she can hold some semblance of calm down. Harumi inches towards the edge of the room, and her purple- yes, purple, she’ll never get used to the different shade that glares back at her everytime she looks in a mirror- gaze falls to the small window carved into the wall, and the stifling dark city anchored below, crystals shining and flickering steadily as the overtaken stumble through the streets in a bleary haze.

It does nothing to help.

(She’d always loved watching the city at night, when it was empty and quiet and illuminated a bright fluorescent splatter of light with steady rows of street lamps and the occasional lone car driving down highways, headlights navigating through the thick darkness. Seeing it like this hurt, especially knowing she’d helped cause it.)

She reaches across the small room and flicks a few buttons on a radio, the static sounds of audio buzzing to life before it switches to a quiet tinny stream of music. She’d picked up the old radio sometime in between her travels to Shintaro and Ninjago, and she can remember a few quiet nights picking through scattered trash for supplies to last her to the Oni temple.

Maybe that’s where, although it feels a little too good to be thrown away and picked up away. Stolen, maybe, but that’s a pretty low worry on her list right now.

It helps drown out the constant droning hum in her ears, the one Harumi never likes to think too hard about, the one that seems to get louder and louder everyday until she’s pressing her hands too tight over her ears, digging fingers into her hair like she can force the sound out.

It plays a old song, one of the abandoned radio stations looping it over and over, and Harumi thinks she might have listened to it sometime, sometime before her parents left her, before she meets a boy dressed in green and loses herself in sickening revenge and hate.

A faint memory of her mother’s smile drifts across her eyelids, and she blinks away the tears that come up at her eyes, dangerously close to falling. This is no time to be weak, not time to dredge up old memories when there’s no safe corner anywhere to curl up in and cry.

(There are gaps in her memory, filled in with even if she tells herself she just zoned out or fell asleep or simply forgot, left somewhere on the tightrope of excitement and danger she’s been so, so close to falling off.)

The Overlord talks over parts of the plan she doesn’t remember hearing before, but Harumi keeps her mouth shut and nods along with the foreign words. It’s not like she can do anything to stop it by herself, and even if she wanted to, she’s sure she’d never be able to tell the ninja.

It’s a while— she loses track of the minutes, and they meld into hours before she realizes it, and the battle begins. And it’s worse than she expects. The Overlord is stronger then she remembers, with his hordes of crystallized zombies sweeping through the city, picking off any stray citizen that hasn’t managed to escape into their houses yet, and the stiff Vengestone soldiers marching around with whichever new villain appears to lead them towards empty leads.

They stumble across a few of the ninja sometimes, and Harumi hears brief reports of the fire and earth ninja escaping from Pythor’s grasp, some whispers of a second orange ninja jumping in to help. She listens blankly to the hisses of anger from the snake, and forgets about it almost as soon as he turns his back.

She can’t find it in herself to actually fight, and the Overlord doesn’t seem to notice her that much anymore, so she stands at the very edge of the rocky crystal flooring, watching the city drift under her, the occasional fight or tussle lighting up bright purple.

For the most part, it is so much quiet than she would’ve expected. Harumi thinks she would’ve preferred the loud, messy, sounds of a outright battle to distract her from her thoughts, but up here is nothing but silence. She drifts into the buzzing growing louder still, threatening to overtake her last few thoughts like what’s really going to happen once we win and some others she doesn’t prefer to linger on, like I hope no one’s hurt and why did she want the Overlord to win, again?

Eventually there’s more people crowding on here, unstabalizing the base even more with their carefree steps and chatters, and the Overlord’s sharp voice rips through her thoughts like a blade. She recognizes some of them, faintly, picking out fangs and shining eyes and a familiar eloquently carved pearl white mask. She can’t remember their names for some reason, but digging too hard into the matter only makes the buzzing even louder, so she doesn’t.

There’s a question, and she steps forward before she can stop herself and blurts out the answer she didn’t know she had. Pale violet fractures off the visor of Mr. F beside her, one of the only names she can pick out beside the Overlord and Garmadon and—

And nothing else.

The rest of it melts into blissful silence, not without buzzing (always in her ears, slipping into all the dark corners of her mind, why is always there–) and she thinks she might have gotten hit by some shattering shards of crystal sometime into the attack and her head suddenly really, really hurts, and all she can do is stand there. Her lips move, offering up bland words to the Overlord, who’s the only person she can remember now, not even trying to pull up any other memories beside the last few days– hours?

She hears the words “Great Devourer” and snaps awake, like someone reached into her mind and flipped a switch. Static flurries across her vision, and the infernal buzzing is still there in the back of her mind, but Harumi feels like she’s seeing things for the first time in a while.

And then a lot more things are rushing into her mind, things like her parent’s faces disappearing in a slide of rubble and dust and a dark liquid she tells herself isn’t blood, and Lloyd, bright green eyes staring at her across so many rooftops with an expression she explain but knows she hates, and the Overlord and their quiet words and power worming it’s way into her fractured, fragile mind without her realizing she was being overtaken, bit by bit.

Her breath is coming out in short shaky exhales, nails digging sharp into her palms as they leave half moon cresents graved in her flesh, and Harumi thinks she might be having the first panic attack she’s had in a while.

What has she done?

“You,” she whispers, and her vision goes blurry with hot tears spilling over as a sob slips from her throat. “It was you.”

(Someone has stabbed a razor sharp thing in her brain, she’s sure of it, it hurts so bad—)

Another second passes– and there’s someone splayed across the ground, shaking and trembling from pain as the oh-so-familiar purple races down their figure. Blonde hair slips down, framing his face, and she knows him. There’s a heavy weight on her chest, like guilt or relief, but she isn’t sure which.

Enemy? Friend, her mind decides, but not really, and then–

–then her sword is in her hand and she’s leaping on the impossibly huge, caverning body of the new creature the Overlord summons– or is? She isn’t sure of the exact details of the last few hours– days, maybe, stretching into weeks and months on and on, just big gaping tears in her mind.

She slashes and stabs and scrapes across the impossibly hard skin, and there’s someone screaming and sobbing, sound cutting into her ears, but she relishes the sound and digs her sword in a little harder.

Then Harumi realizes she’s the one screaming and sobbing her lungs out, and that’s enough to throw her off, for the Overlord to catch his balance and fling her, hard, into something hard and cold and painful, tearing through her skin and her careful self applied stitches.

Harumi isn’t sure, but she’s thinks she blacks out for a while, because when she opens her eyes again the Overlord’s shadow is falling over her with some muffled threats she doesn’t put any effort into listening. He raises his fist, violet light flickering andb lazing from inside, and she stares up blankly, wondering if’ll hurt less than being slowly crushed by debris as dust settles into her lungs, slowly pushing her into suffocation. She’s really hoping it will, when a tremor shakes the floor, and Lloyd– Lloyd again, flies out of the seemingly empty air underneath them, perched dangerously on a four headed dragon that seems to have spawned out of nowhere, radiating a golden, burning aura.

Her breath catches in her throat as she watches the dragon swoop down and tackles the Overlord off the platform, crystals shattering with their tumble and scattering down like a shower of broken stars.

They slam against the foundations in a glowing purple tangle of fire and ice and lighting, and Harumi really, really, hopes they don’t bring the whole thing down on the city while they’re at it. She realizes a few seconds in that she’s biting her lip to bloody shreds, pain blurring her worry as the sharp tang of metallic iron drips down her chin.

They slam back onto the crystal land in a snarling knot of gold mixed with deep purple, and she shouts Lloyd’s name before she can stop herself, something in her heart giving way. He looks back at the source of the voice, jade eyes widening in remembrance.

“Harumi! Take cover—” he screams, and she does, staggering up and pulling herself up to lean against the ragged edges of the crystal throne.

For a second she thinks it won’t be that bad, a careful sliver of hope growing as she watches.

Then the world explodes into searing explosions, pure white lighting jumping and burning into her eyelids as hungry crimson fire licks at the edges of her fingertips. There’s a dragon roar or four somewhere through the flames, and she squeezes her eyes shut, scared the pure power will burn her to nothing away on the spot.

Bright crystalline stone fractures into a million tiny shattered pieces, and bursts out into the air. A few catch her in the face, dragging tiny sharp edges and drops of scarlet down her pale skin.

When it stops, the world is quiet, and then she’s stumbling out of her hiding spot, snnow white hair scorched at the edges, trailing heat across her shoulders. Lloyd looks at her, eyes bright with worry (he still worries, even after everything she’s done.)

“Are you okay?” she blurts out, stumbling to his side, but Lloyd doesn’t say a word, unreadable gaze dimming as he turns away. She absentmindedly wonders if it’s because he doesn’t trust her —not that she can blame him for that, or if it’s because he afraid of his own answer.

There’s some angery bickering between Lloyd and Garmadon she doesn’t really register, because she’s busy looking at the former Lord, who looks different and exactly the same somehow. Then the ground below starts trembling again, pieces of crystal smashing at their feet, and they clamber up onto the dragon, hauling her up with them.

It’s a breath taking ride down to Ninjago City— literally, because the dragon flies to fast Harumi can’t find the energy to draw any air into her lungs, and when they hit the ground, she almost tumbles off in a bleary daze.

She can’t help but compare the hateful gazes the ninja send her way, discreet as they are, to her own not too long ago, and tries to ignore the way her breath hitches everytime she catches a stare. In fact, she recalls another attempt to kill them all from just today, if she’s remembers correctly (she’s not doing that very well often), and wonders if the actions she made under the Overlord’s influence still count as her own.

To any outsider, it’s probably a yes, so she pushes it into the corners of her mind to ignore till later. Or never, if she could. She forces on a small smile that she hopes looks good enough when Lloyd puts a stiff, awkward hand on her shoulder, making some excuse for her actions.

She still catches the flash of uncertainty across everyone’s faces, though, and bites her lip again, hoping the pain might serve as a distraction.

Another burst of pain thuds through her forehead, and she closes her eyes for a second, only for the decieving darkness to lock a arm around her throat and drag her down.

[part two]

[part three]

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Hey, I don't know if anyone's mentioned this to you before, but I just wanted to say making Vera's color scheme pink (with black) totally makes her super recognizable and iconic, you know? It's a genius character design choice to me because in all of Resident Evil, there's no other character that's "pink," so she really stands out in a fresh way. It's like you filled a gap we didn't even realize was there. Plus, she's got that whole tech vibe going on, which is so cool because she stands out from all the scientists and badass fighters dealing with bioterrorism. I just think she's awesome and the thought put into her design is top-notch! I miss her sm I hope you update soon <3

RAHHHHH ANON KICKING MY FEET GIGGLING THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ?????? I FEEL SO VALIDATED AHAHAHAH LIKE YES MY EFFORT HAS BEEN NOTICED BAAHAHAH

You didn't ask for this at all but I'm going to ramble ANYWAY. SO

I was extremely particular about making her "recognizable" as you say, like memorable. Because good god RE has so many good female characters who are so unique, and color-coded somehow, honest to god I was like "WHAT IS LEFT IN THIS UNIVERSE I DONT KNOW HOW TO MAKE A DISTINCTIVE OC WHAT AM I GONNA DO"

----- like, I had a friend who knows extremely early drafts of her, and embarrassingly she was a corrupt, snobby, scope-hungry journalist redhead who wore red and dressed like veronica lodge from riverdale 🙃🤐

and then she was korean for a while (this fell after i discovered ashiemochi's so-ah). and then turkish. and then the turkish journalist thing fell AS WELL because i discovered other journalist ocs on tumblr paired with leon and a turkish journalist on wattpad and i was like "oh my god fuck i am scrapping everything" (this idea later got recycled in moth to a flame)

first drafts are absolute hell, as you can see.

i actually dont remember how i got the pink idea. im also like. obsessed with color? i guess. i like to categorize so it's always fascinating when a character/thing is associated with a color/symbol/animal/ and owns it -- like, the girlies in RE -- they made Ashley orange-yellow, sheva purple (kinda? its not as prominent as the others), rebecca pistachio green, alex wesker white, ada cherry red, claire apple red and it just HITS, it could just be a me-thing though. It falls apart at one pointt I know, because how many characters can you color code hahahah (and they didnt even try with the men. they're shades of blue, all of them. or black. bo-ring. they went with the hair and body type for them while the girls got the colors kinda DDJSKDS) -- so take it with a grain of salt, it's just that I love color as a starting and developing point and I cant overgrow it 😭

but like. interestingly there was no pink pink character like you said — apart from moira burton that is who has it in like the hood of her jacket and bracelet and nowhere else, though she is a minor character? i guess in a zombie game franchise marketed to boys majorly in earlier years, they wouldn't really prefer pink LMAO so it was easier to bubblegum chainsaw an OC in since that was a deliberately left alone concept. I was like "mine now" and put a spin to it!!!!! I love that she's just black-pink. It's her whole thing. Such a satisfying thing to me to work with

I'm glad you think highly of this, the opportunity was ripe for the taking and I just went for it! Thank you so much for taking the time to share your thoughts with me!1!!!💕💕💕

EDIT: I FORGOT THE TECH THING YOU SAID IM SORRY. Yeah that was on purpose to further establish her to be her own thing as well. Too much "she's not like the other girls" vibes here AND ITS WORRYING but no she is just like the other girls and is proud of it. I just wanted to explore other occupations DJSDHSJSJKD Legit it started out as wanting to branch out and experimenting how I could incorporate it to RE's story!!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN I WANT TO KISS YOU CONSENSUALLY ON THE FOREHEAD THIS ASK MADE MY DAY IM WORKING ON THE NEW CHAPTER CURRENTLY!! Hopefully it will be out this month, you know how long the chapters can get 😭

#an ask for shai #oc: vera kaplan

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milariskanavasi · 1 year

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Haze & Hellfire

Chapter Six : Battered Boys and Shattered Girls

Part: 6 /(9) WIP Pairing: Eddie Munson x female OC

Summary: March 1986. Eight months after the Starcourt Mall burned down, the town of Hawkins is back on its feet. The smart, expressive leader of the D&D Hellfire Club, Eddie Munson, is determined that ‘86 will be his year, the year he finally graduates from Hawkins High and finally, maybe pluck up the courage to ask the most stone cold girl in Indiana, Dallas Haze, out. Meanwhile, Dallas Haze lives her life to the fullest by enduring the last three months of high school in the company of her cousin Chrissy, looking forward to her 18th birthday as well as planning a wicked road trip after graduation with her band, Dallas and The Velvet Haze, on the road to fame. Plus it wouldn’t be too bad if someone asked her to prom. When Eddie’s and Dallas’ paths cross in the most unexpected way, neither of them knows what lurks beneath Hawkins or what the future has planned for them.

Chapter summary: The radio silence from Hawkin’s own mystery Inc. begins to wear on the duo on the run. To calm their minds Eddie and Dallas decide to put their heads together and try to help. The escape from the painful reality backfires hard on Dallas and Eddie is again hit with the reality of being on the run up close.

Read the other parts: go to [MASTERLIST]

Chapter Six - Battered Boys and Shattered Girls

Hawkins, summer of 1985.

Who would’ve thought that Hawkins could feel like the warmest place on the earth in August?

The blazing sunshine has put the smalltown inhabitants in a zombie-like daze of pure heatstroke, not being used to temperatures of this magnitude. The concrete vibrates in the non-existent breeze and a mediocre convertible that drives by the two girls walking down the street blasting “The Boys of Summer”, testifies that it’s still the height of summer.

The well maintained gardens of one of Hawkins small residential areas shift in a cavalcade of radiant, enchanting summer colors; leaves in hundreds of shades of green in contrast to the flashing flower beds. Roses in every possible color, snow white gardenias and bright, yellow marigolds. The vegetation, although it’s a neat suburban area, is exuberant and lush, but meticulously managed. The trees are tall, the bushes are dense and perfectly cut. It’s a neat little residential area, a bit smaller than her former home area in Dallas Texas, but mostly it’s the same suburb design. Well-maintained houses, two cars in the driveway and the sound of kids running through a water dispenser in some backyard.

Dallas throws a glance at the seventeen year old girl next to her; a strawberry blonde young woman dressed in pink track shorts and a white top with a matching pink stripe from Sears summer catalog, shining like a bronzed, tanned Skipper-doll in the blazing sun. Dallas feels how her heart almost skips a beat with happiness at the sight of her.

Chrissy Cunningham; Dallas’ gushingly pretty, bubbly and sweet cousin, also her newfound best friend. In her hand she holds an extra large mug filled with clinking ice cubes and lemonade. Just like them, the large paper cup is sweating in the scorching heat. In stark contrast to Chrissy, Dallas doesn’t follow the latest fashion trends. She would rather eat hobnails than wear pastels!

Instead, she trots along beside Chrissy, sweating like a sinner in church in her black frayed denim shorts, Springsteen t-shirt, tube socks and dirty sneakers.

Objectively, they are an odd couple to say the least. Chrissy belongs to Hawkins' High School-elite, the upper echelon that to ordinary mortals is like standing and gazing up at Mount Olympus in ancient mythology; radiant, successful, unattainable and too good to be true. Almost. It’s an exaggeration, but through field studies Dallas has established that the popular crowd is always surrounded by a certain glow of charisma, beauty and talent, and very often, wealth. And Chrissy has hit the jackpot big time, over and over!

She’s drop dead gorgeous with strawberry blonde shoulder length hair; big blue eyes and great features. She’s the head cheerleader of Hawkins High, she’s charismatic, has good grades and her family lives in a big colonial with white colons, window shutters and a picket fence. What sets her apart from the rest of the popular crew is her genuine kindness. Up until now, Dallas has never met anyone as kind hearted as Chrissy, but her good heart comes with the price of easily being taken advantage of, which ironically was what brought them together at the public pool and, in the end, the reason they’re walking here next to each other on the burning hot sidewalk.

A true ‘pinch me in the arm’-coincidence.

Another car whizz past them. The speed that is undeniably above the speed limit creates a cool, but short temperature change as it swooshes by them. Hawkins in August is almost as bad as Texas during its hottest weeks of summer, peaking this afternoon at frying eggs on the tarmac-94 degrees.

“Tell me again, how hot was the hottest you experienced in Texas?” Chrissy asks and slurps on her lemonade.

Dallas’ mouth waters at the sound of the clinking ice cubes. She chugged her own mint-lemonade a few seconds after they left the town square, but Chrissy’s more restrained and still has some left.

“About…” Dallas wipes sweat from her forehead with the hem of her t-shirt. “97? It was hot as hell nonetheless. Think they broke the old heat record two years ago or something. I didn’t go out for like… three days?”

Chrissy releases the straw from between her wonky pearly-whites and nods.

“Thanks, it suddenly got a bit less warm around here, don’t you think?” She sighs while fanning herself with her hand.

Dallas laughs and bumps her hip into Chrissy’s.

“So… just to be clear; you think I should do it?” Dallas asks for probably the third time since they left the ice cream shop downtown, where they’d spent another few dollars on two scoops of mint chocolate chip, classic vanilla, chocolate brownie bomb and blueberry blazzzt that, according to Chrissy, was waaay better than the ice cream at Scoops Ahoy that was the former ice cream mekka of Hawkins. “I mean, the chances of it LEADING to something serious is…” Dallas grimaces, indicating that her chances are fairly low.

“Of course!” Chrissy smiles excitedly, squinting in the bright sun. “I’m SURE there’s more girls thinking the same thing you do!”

Dallas vented her thoughts about putting an ad in Creem-magazine about wanting to form an all-girl rock band.

“In Hawkins?” Dallas asks doubtfully.

“Okay maybe not in Hawkins.” Chrissy admits. “But Indianapolis isn’t that far! There’s plenty of potential there!”

The forever optimist has spoken. Dallas smiles and picks a piece of chocolate chip from between her front teeth.

“Okay! I’ll do it then.”

“You better!” Chrissy smirks, then she gets an excited expression on her face. “Oh please, can you have matching outfits!” She exclaims, almost jumping up and down as she walks next to Dallas. “I’ve always loved bands who have matching outfits! Oh, and choreography!”

“Eh, no on the choreography. Maybe on the outfits. But only if they’re leather.” Dallas replies, thinking that it wouldn’t be such a bad idea. It worked for the Runaways! To be fair, she has a pretty neat ass. Not sure the stiff leather would think the same. “And studs.” She adds. “Lots of them!”

Chrissy squeals with excitement, hooks her arm into Dallas’ and leans her head at her shoulder as they continue down the road.

They've known each other for just a few weeks and spent almost every day together since Dallas got both her and Chrissy kicked out of the public pool. A few very intense weeks where they’ve been hanging out almost every day and night.

They’ve taken long night walks; eaten ice cream; layed on a blanket in Dallas' garden, listened to music and talked until their throats were hoarse. Chrissy has even spent the night at the Haze’s house.

One night they dug out mom and dad’s old camping tent and put it up in the garden, underneath the apple tree; other nights they slept next to each other in Dallas’ bed, reading smutty adult short stories in romance magazines and dad’s old horror fiction magazines under the covers with a flashlight, while listening to the heavy rain beat against the window and the thunder roaring over the rooftops in the neighborhood; they’ve been to a party together -that Dallas tried her best to weasel out of, without any luck- in the empty football field at Hawkins High where Dallas got a crash course in the different cliques one had to know who they was to not be labeled a complete idiot the first day of the new semester.

That night in the football field Chrissy kissed Jason “saphead” Carver for the first time, while Dallas watched from afar, making sure that it went fair and square, not liking what she witnessed for a dime. But she let them be. Partially because the banger “The Warrior” with Patty Smyth and the Scandal blasted out of a car stereo and she had to find whoever was guilty of such a genius move and partially because she’d ask Chrissy to literally scream her fucking heart out if she needed her. Luckily Chrissy didn’t need any help. Maybe because she had Jason’s icky tongue halfway down her windpipe. Either way, Dallas could listen to the song without any interruptions.

“Jason invited me to his party on Saturday.”

Speak of the devil.

“Hm.”

She leaves out the sermon on exactly what she’d rather do than spend a night drinking at Jason Carver’s place.

“Oh come on, you’ll go with me, right!?”

“I dunno…” Dallas hesitates, desperately thinking of a smoother way to decline the offer than ‘I’d rather jump off a cliff’. “Do I have to?”

“Please, please-” Chrissy pleads. “It’s gonna be great! Plus, It could be the last party of the summer before the term!”

“Oh, yeah ‘cause THAT really makes a difference.” Dallas scoffs ironically. “Having party-punch in Jason’s lavish backyard with smashed jocks and cheerleaders… wow, I can’t brace myself Chris.”

They turn left at the sign indicating that they’re now at Breakwater Drive and pass underneath a low hanging Nymansay-tree. Its dense foliage and fragrant white flowers creates a small patch of shadow in the sidewalk in sharp contrast to the sticky heat that causes the tarmac to vibrate and the tank top sticks to her back.

They stop underneath the low hanging branches to sniff the flowers and enjoy the shade, leaning up against the picket fence next to the tree trunk. From where they stand Dallas can see the big, brick house that is the Cunningham’s residence. Chrissy’s mom, Dallas’ aunt, married into money for sure. Dallas’ own mom married into secondary money, as dad works in a bank. Almost the same, right?

“Pl-pl-pl-pl-pleeeeaseeee…” Chrissy flutters her long eyelashes at her. “I really wanna go! Plus it’s a great opportunity to point everyone out for you. You know, better be prepared for when the term starts!”

“As in everyone I’m NOT going to hang out with at school anyway?”

This inauguration-rite into the popular sphere hasn’t exactly gone swell so far for Dallas. Must be the lack of pastel in her wardrobe.

“For meee?” Chrissy pouts. “Your best friend in the whole wide world?”

Damn you Chrissy Cunningham, Dallas thinks to herself. Dallas lets her shoulders down and rolls her eyes. She CAN’T say no to Chrissy for some reason. It’s her kryptonite.

“Fine! Fine!” Dallas sighs. “I’ll think about it.”

“Thank yooou!” Chrissy burst out in a triumphant smile.

They shortcuts over the perfectly cut lawn, which despite the heatwave looks as healthy and green as ever, all thanks to the hard working sprinkler that has taken a much-needed break. They pass the big front door with the big, silver numbers 537 next to it and walk around to the kitchen door. As Chrissy’s unlocked it, she sticks her sunbleached, strawberry blonde head into the opening.

“Hello?”

An act of precaution. Chrissy’s parents shouldn’t be home for at least two hours. It feels both naughty and silly to be this cautious. But they can’t be too careful. Their friendship is a strictly forbidden friendship, at least from Chrissy’s side of the family. It’s almost like Romeo and Juliet, except that Romeo is replaced by a, in Dallas's opinion, much funnier friend that also happens to be Juliet’s cousin.

“Coast’s clear.” Chrissy states.

She opens the door wide and they enter. It’s like stepping into a freezer. A big, pleasant and cool freezer. Thank god for AC!

“Jeez Louise-” Dallas groans as the cool air wraps around her. “I’d give my left foot for indoor AC. Those crappy fans just blow around dust and make you feel sick.”

“Dad installed it before summer.” Chrissy explains with a shrug as she opens the freezer and takes out two soda cans. “Come, let’s go up to my room.”

Still sighing at the cooling, amazing breeze that swirls around the big house, Dallas follows Chrissy out into the hall, up the stairs. There, they pass the enormous, grotesquely painted portrait of the Cunningham’s hanging at the landing; Chrissy in a blue dress, her father with the wandering hairline, her brother in a cardigan and her mother sitting at the front in a red dress and pearls around her neck. Everyone is smiling wide, but it’s like the artist that was hired to paint the picture could tell that the smiles and the jolly, neat facade, wasn’t anything else then just that - a facade. Dallas huffs at the sight of the portrait, before she hurries after Chrissy’s tanned legs up to the second floor.

Chrissy’s strawberry blonde locks dance around her bare, sunburned shoulders as she walks through the corridor to the white mirror-door to Chrissy’s bedroom. It has a pink wooden sign with ‘Chrissy’s room’ written on it, decorated with butterflies. A relic from her innocent childhood that has followed her up into the more complicated teenage years. She pushes the door open and they enter into a big, bright bedroom bathing in sunlight. It’s like a copy from a girly magazine; a big bed with fluffy pillows, a dresser with framed photos and a jewelry box, a wardrobe crammed with clothes in pastel shades, a crammed dressing table and a bookshelf with prizes, a few books and more photographs. A potted plant stands on the window sill; a pink Anthurium. When you can’t flaunt your friendship openly in case of a mother-related meltdown, there’s plants. Dallas brought the potted plant with her last time she came to visit - incognito. Chrissy got beyond excited over the simple gift.

Out of pure reflex, Dallas goes straight to the plant and puts her fingers down into the soil. Smiling, she notes that Chrissy takes care of it carefully. But it looks a little sad in the grillin’ sun, so she puts it safely behind the curtain.

“You’re really taking good care of it.” Dallas turns around and plops down on the big, soft bed next to Chrissy.

“Of course!” Chrissy pops the cold soda open and takes a sip. “If only there was nail polish in that shade.” She throws a glance down at her chewed, sad setup of fingernails with some chipped, pastel blue polish left.

“Okay, where is it?” Dallas looks at Chrissy.

There’s a reason she braved all the dangers of being in the Cunningham residence as a member of the notorious Haze family.

“Yeah, right!”

Chrissy hurries out of the room, but she’s back soon, holding an old, brownish shoe box in her hands.

“I found it in the attic.” She puts it down on the bed and brushes away some dust. Faded letters written in blue ballpen appear. “Honestly, I just stumbled upon it. I don’t think mom even knows it exists, or that she still has it.” She grins. “Luckily for us.”

A secret box. A box filled with Chrissy’s mothers old photos. Chrissy had told her about it the first thing she did when they met up earlier in the day. She was up in the attic looking for a set of badminton racquets and had found the small, anonymous box behind an old trunk. Could this explain the complicated relationship between their mothers?

Carefully, as if she was Indiana Jones himself opening a sacred, ancient tomb, Dallas removes the lid and they both dive down into the box, causing them to bump their foreheads together. Not very Indiana Jones-y.

The content is a mix of small square photos with ruffled edges, polaroids and rectangular pictures. Black and white photos and photos whose colors have faded after years of sitting in a weathered attic. They start to go through them, grab a few each and observe them under a few moments of silence. Dallas looks down at the family in one picture. It’s Christmas and she can clearly point out grandma, grandpa and the two girls in the picture as her mom and aunt. Her mom sits on her fathers arm, a younger, less wrinkly version of grandpa, and has a huge, cheeky laugh on her face as she clings to grandpa’s Christmas-tie. He looks at her with a big smile on his lips. On the floor between him and grandma, stands Chrissy’s mom with a faint smile on her face. Her blonde angelic, well combed hair stands in stark contrast to Dallas’ mom’s messy hair where the bow has almost fallen out. Another picture shows the sisters out in the garden. Another one shows them standing next to their bicycles in the street, with ‘Laura and Natalie, summer-51’ written on the back.

“Wonder what happened?” Chrissy sighs and her eyes turn sad as she puts a picture of the two sisters, dressed up as cowboys on halloween down in her pile.

“Your mom hasn’t told you?” Dallas widens her eyes at Chrissy. “Oh, yeah, right.” She quickly continues as she sees her cousin’s left eyebrow rise underneath the blonde fringe.

“Yours have?” Chrissy asks.

“Yeah.” Dallas nods. “Or I mean, partially. I suspect she hasn’t said EVERYTHING, but enough.”

“And?”

“Honestly, by now I think they’ve forgotten the core of the grudge.” Dallas shrugs. “It’s just something that’s… there. Like organically. But I got my theories.”

“Which is?” “I just think they are too different. It has always chafed.” Dallas begins, while fanning herself with the faded polaroid. “They’ve always quarreled, always been rivals, in one way or another. I don’t think mom would put it that way if I asked her, but I think that’s what it’s all about.” She observes the girls in the picture. “Blood ain’t thicker than water. I think mom tried to mend honestly, until she realized that it was pointless.”

“You think that’s why you moved away from Hawkins?”

“Nah.” Dallas shakes her mane. “Not entirely at least. But she was less tense after the move. I think the distance gave her some breathing space.”

“It’s just… hard to even imagine them being sisters at all. They’re so-” Chrissy looks up into the ceiling, to find a fitting word fitting, other than ‘different as night and day’. She sighs. “-your mom is kind, protective… while mine’s-” Chrissy pauses, can’t bring herself to say it out loud. Her chin drops and she blinks, quickly puts the picture down and takes another out one from the box. “I know it’s mean of me to think like that-” She bites her lower lip. “But sometimes I wish we were sisters. For real. That your mom was my mom too.”

Dallas reaches out and strokes Chrissy’s arm, up and down. The soft skin still radiates warmth from sun exposure and a faint scent of tropical fruits and warm, sweet coconut lies around her like a pleasant cloud, from the sunscreen she applied earlier.

“Doesn’t mean we can’t be sisters anyway, right?” Dallas smiles. “We’re family, Chris. No matter what.”

With a little chuckle, Chrissy’s angelic face breaks out into a smile. She finds Dallas’s hand and squeezes it tightly, before widening her big eyes.

“I almost forgot!” She exclaims and jumps up from the bed like a jack-in-the-box. She hurries over to the dresser and the jewelry box. She opens it and takes something out of it. “Ta-da!”

A small, emerald green plastic case.

“Oh my god!” Dallas smiles wide. “You got it!”

“I did!” She replies excitedly. “Yesterday, in the mail!”

Chrissy hops over to the bed, sits down and holds out the small plastic box for her to see. Dallas takes it in her hands, tracing the thin, golden frame around the box lid with her index finger. With excitement glowing in their eyes, Dallas opens it.

“Oooh, sweet!”

“It’s perfect!” Chrissy gasps.

A sound downstairs makes them both jump on the soft bed; a heavy door that opens and closes, followed by footsteps towards the hardwood floor and a voice, calling out from the foot of the stairs.

“Chrissy! Are you home?”

“Shit!” Dallas and Chrissy exclaims in unison.

“Chrissy? Chrissy, are you there?”

“I thought you said they wouldn’t be back in like an hour?” Dallas hisses at Chrissy.

“They wouldn’t.” Chrissy replies with a worried expression on her face. “We gotta hide all this!”

Quickly, they gather all the photographs and put them back into the shoe box. While Chrissy puts the small green case back into her big jewelry box, Dallas pushes the shoe box under the bed and hurries on her tippy toes towards the window. She pushes it open as the footsteps come closer, up the stairs, and climbs out on the roof. There she pushes the window down slightly and adjusts towards the brick wall next to the window, while looking around to make sure no one has seen her. A girl on top of a roof isn’t exactly typical for this area, or any area for that matter.

Inside the room, the door opens with a faint creak.

“Chrissy, why aren’t you answering when I’m calling?”

Mrs. Cunningham. Also known, unofficially, as Beelzebub.

“Mom, you’re home early.” Dallas hears Chrissy exclaim, attempting to sound as normal and unaffected as possible by her mother’s sudden entrance. “I just… dozed off. It’s so hot.”

Dallas feels how the concern grows inside her stomach. With crossed fingers, she prays to higher powers that Chrissy’s lie will hold.

“I forgot my purse and wallet, your father’s waiting in the car.” Mrs. Cunningham replies in that somewhat haughty way that Dallas finds so incredibly fucking annoying. “You’re going out?”

“Eh, just with some friends.” Chrissy lies angelic. “It’s such a nice day. I’ll be back for dinner. I promise.”

Strained silence follows upon Chrissy’s lie. Dallas would’ve brought it, but she’s not sure Mrs. Cunningham does. Carefully, not to make a sound and revealing her position, or to avoid falling straight into the big rose bushes below, Dallas moves a little to the right, so she can peek back into the room, past the sheer curtains.

Mrs. Cunningham stands in the doorway to the room, looking at Chrissy who’s sitting on the bed. Her sharp, gray eyes narrow as she observes her daughter like a hawk protecting its prey. Dallas can tell Chrissy’s fiddling nervously with her poor, massacred cuticles. There’s no one that goes through a box of bandaids as fast as Chris. Maybe she already feels a twinge of worry. She’s probably nervous down to the marrow.

“You’re not leaving the house in those shorts, are you?” Mrs. Cunningham’s narrowed eyes have landed on Chrissy’s track shorts.

Yeah, Dallas’ concern was justified. Big time.

“Y-yes?” Chrissy says shaky. “I like them.”

It’s brave of her to say something like that. It wasn’t an indifferent, kind question she answered - she stood up for herself. But it doesn’t go down well with her mother.

“You’ve gone a little pudgy.” Mrs. Cunningham snaps in reply. “It’s all that ice cream you’ve been eating.” She rolls her eyes and sighs. “How do you expect to stay head cheerleader if-”

“Mom, I-”

“Don’t be impudent, Chrissy.” Mrs. Cunningham cuts off, sharp as a knife. “I care about you.” She nods her head a little and snarls her mouth.

A very fucking strange way to show someone that they care, Dallas thinks to herself and grinds her teeth.

“Head cheerleaders aren’t pudgy, that’s for the lesser, the ordinary girls.” Mrs. Cunningham continues. “Do you want to be ordinary?”

Dallas’ temples are throbbing and she clenches her hands so tightly that her knuckles are close to bursting out of the thin, tanned skin on the back of her hands. The only thing stopping her from intervening and giving Mrs. Cunningham a telling-off like no other is her promise to Chrissy. Do not intervene. A promise that feels like deep stab wounds. She hates Chrissy’s mother, her own aunt, with her body and soul. What a vile, horrible human being she is! To think that her kind, mildly overprotective mom is the sister of such a shrew is as incomprehensible as if Ozzy Osbourne were to start singing opera.

“Sorry.” Chrissy utters faintly.

“Believe me, there’s lots of other girls in line for the spot as head cheerleader - in line to be extraordinary.”

“Yes.” Chrissy replies faintly.

“Good.” Mrs. Cunningham nods. “We’ll be back in an hour. If you’re going out, change into something-” She rolls her eyes a little. “Roomier.”

Mrs. Cunningham closes the door as she leaves the room and Dallas waits for her steps to die out as she walks downstairs. Then Dallas pushes the window open and climbs back inside, carefully, not to tip over the Anthurium in its pot. Chrissy remains on her bed with her back towards her. The bronzy, sunkissed shoulders have started to shiver while a quiet sobbing sound comes from Chrissy’s mouth. On her tiptoes Dallas hurries over to the door and turns the lock. Then she throws herself down next to her now crying cousin on the bed and clasps her in a tight, protective hug while pressing her cheek to Chrissy’s now tear drenched face.

“I’m here.” Dallas says quietly and puts a kiss on Chrissy’s hair, while softly rocking her side to side. “I’m here, Chris.”

Still crying and shaking, Chrissy hugs her arm, leans into her, and lets herself break down in Dallas’ arms.

It breaks Dallas’ heart seeing Chrissy like this; the anger boils inside of Dallas’ chest as she squeezes Chrissy even harder.

“I’m here.” Dallas masses. “I’m here…”

“Oh- Dallas…” Chrissy pleadingly sobs and sniffles loudly. “Dallas, don’t ever leave me. Please?”

“I won’t, Chris.” Dallas says assuringly. “I will always be here. I PROMISE. No matter what.” She manages to release one arm around Chrissy and hooks her little finger around Chrissy’s, whose poor cuticle looks worse than Capone’s St. Valentine’s day massacre. “Pinky promise on that.”

Eddies POV:

“Heeelp me! Eddie, please, help!”

Abruptly, with his heart on the verge of shooting out of his chest, Eddie’s jolted out of his sleeping state by Chrissy’s loud, deafening scream. Once again, like a broken record, her badly deformed face kept him in a state of paralyzed fear as her eyes snapped back inside her head as dark, thick blood dripped down from the ceiling of the trailer. Eddie swallows hard. Chrissy’s chilling scream of agony echoes inside his head to the beat of his racing heart, hammering at his ribcage. While staring drowsily up into the roof, out of breath from sheer panic, Eddie tries to collect his thoughts.

It was a dream. Just a dream. With his heart halfway up his throat and his pulse working its way down to a normal pace, Eddie lifts his arm and looks at his wristwatch. It’s almost eleven. A dusky, tired ray of pale sunlight seeps into the blinds. He’s back in Rick’s cabin. Not that he ever left it, but the sight of the messy room and the dust particles hazily dancing around the air is a relief in contrast to his dream. The sun outside the covered windows is seemingly as newly awake as he is; it hasn’t bothered to get up either.

Eddie’s slept more than he has in a long time. But there’s something holding him back from getting ahead of the sun and rolling out of bed. Dallas Haze, clinging over him like a monkey holding on to a tree trunk. Her long, brown hair flowing around her bare skin like soft seaweed and she snores. A warm surge spreads throughout his blood as the thought of what caused them to lie here tangled up in each other, naked, appears in his mind.

It hits him like an improved combat throw in the solar plexus. They’re naked. Before he fell into his now normal sleeping behavior of nightmares, he dreamt the most incredible dream. To be really sure it wasn’t a dream, Eddie grabs a hold of the blankets and lifts, just to check. “Jesus fuckin’-” He swallows as the blanket glides out of his hand. As naked as the day they were born. “Oh my god!”

Eddie puts his hand over his forehead as it all comes back to him like a mental tidal wave. A faint whistle escapes his mouth. Last night was one of the most amazing nights of his life. Maybe even better than the epic “Wrath of Morkoth’-campaign in the summer of ‘84, that had him in a state of euphoria for almost two weeks afterwards. It was beyond anything he’d ever experienced. The campaign kept him and the other members of the club in a tight grip for four days; they couldn’t prioritize sleep or food when they were in the middle of a marine battle in the abyss against the ferocious kraken.

Eddie glances down at Dallas. Even though she snores pretty loud, she’s not Morkoth. But honestly, this may top that epic campaign-experience.

Carefully, Eddie adjusts so he can look at her. Being this close for real is beyond his wildest dreams. He has always been shaking in his boots around Dallas Haze; whenever she was nearby or walked past in the hallway he became dazed and momentarily mute. He’d try his best to stay normal and act confident, but it was as impossible as being unfazed by a volcanic eruption happening next to you. A faint chuckle escapes his mouth as he thinks of it; how he sometimes thought that he wouldn’t truly be confident until she became his - IF that would ever happen except in his most unrestrained daydreams, dreamt up in his bedroom at the trailer park. Well, here he is - still as dumbfounded as before he was invited into her sphere.

The prickling in front of his eyes makes Eddie realize that he’s holding his breath. He inhales deeply and lets out a sigh just as Dallas starts to move and grunt, then opens her eyes.

“Good morning.” Eddie spouts gawky.

“Hi.” Dallas replies raspy and stretches. “Shit, what time is it?”

"Does it matter?”

She’s letting out a big yawn and Eddie makes sure not to make any sudden moves; hoping that she won’t fly out of bed regretting it all, he glances down at her, but she doesn’t seem to intend to move. Instead of asking again, she grabs a hold of his arm and checks his wrist watch herself.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Another large yawn escapes her mouth.

Her arm sweeps in an arc through the air and lands on top of him. Soft fingertips start to stroke his arm up and down.

“About last night-”

The words get stuck in his throat and the sudden muteness kicks in. What is he going to say? He didn’t have a plan to begin with when he opened his pie hole. Now it sounds like he regrets it all, which is the stark opposite from the truth. Dallas however doesn’t seem to take notice of his silent mental meltdown.

“It was nice.” She smiles. “I liked it.”

Nice, is that good? Where on the quality-scale of sex does ‘nice’ fit in? A tiny bit of disappointment rushes over him for a matter of seconds. Then curiosity takes over. With his nerves on the outside of his body, Eddie’s eyes flicker between her lips and her eyes as he plucks up every bit of courage he has.

“Which means…” He coaxes cautiously.

A light slap on the chest is what he gets in reply.

“Ouch!”

Dallas looks at him with an expression asking ‘you gotta be joking, right?’.

“You didn’t notice I enjoyed myself?”

“Just wanted to make sure.” Eddie says, rubbing his chest.

He feels a bit dumb. Of course he noticed.

“Jeez Louise...” Dallas sighs. “You’re funny.” Then she rolls her eyes dramatically and makes an even more dramatic sigh and flutters her hand in the air. “Ah, marvelous ‘twas!” She exclaims loud and theatrically. “Goodness gracious, you know how to spoil a lady, Mr. Munson!” She chirps silly. “The way you undertook my bosom so hungrily and how you ravished-”

“I get it, I get it!” Eddie intervenes before the heat on his cheeks increases even more and turns his face into a tomato. “It was amazing.”

“I know.” Dallas replies, with a peculiar smirk.

“What is it?”

“You’re doing it again. Smiling.” Dallas replies. “I like it. It’s pretty.”

Again, his face heathens up.

“Your’s is prettier.” Eddie mumbles, unaccustomed to compliments. “You have very nice teeth. They’re perfect.”

Without warning, Dallas releases herself from him and sits up, making the mattress squeak.

“What is it?” Eddie looks worried at her naked back. “What’s wrong?”

Did he say something wrong? Was it the part about her teeth? They’re perfect, what could be wrong about that?

In all honesty he doesn’t know shit about girls or being in this sort of situation with a girl; it could be anything?! At breakneck speed, Eddie’s brain begins to process every little detail that’s happened since they awoke.

“I was just thinking…” Dallas interrupts his headwork and turns around.

“About what?”

“When all this is over-” Dallas inhales deeply, while fiddling with the hem of the blanket. “I mean, when your name’s been cleared. Van Halen’s gonna be playing at Market Square on May 3rd. Maybe you’d like to go with me, If you’re not busy?” She holds up two wonky fingers in the air, a peculiar detail he hasn’t noticed before about her. “I got two tickets from my grandma on my pre-birthday hangout.”

She seems nervous, while pulling out small threads from the blanket.

“And…” Eddie coaxes, peeking out at the nervous mess of a girl from under his curly bangs.

This isn’t a side of her he’s seen before.

”It’s not the same without Lee Roth of course but-” Dallas looks up at him. “-it might be cool?”

What is he going to say? He’s baffled, having never been asked THE question with a Q before, but he quickly pulls himself together.

“Yeah! Of course!”

Upon his reply, that he almost shouted at her, Dallas cracks up in a sunny smile.

“Great!” She hooks a tangle of her brown hair around her index finger and puts it behind her ear and rolls her eyes theatrically. “Then there’s rumors that Maiden’s going to release something new.” She continues. “That means-”

“Are you asking me out twice, Dallas Daisy Haze?”

To say it out loud is even more terrifying than just thinking it inside his head. But Eddie’s mouth works a lot faster than the part of his brain in charge of his impulse. The usage of her full name makes the corners of Dallas’ mouth turn into a cheeky grin.

“Maybe.”

Without further ado she gets up from the pull out sofa. The striped sunlight hits her naked behind, making her bare skin look tiger striped. What comes to mind first at the sight of her, bathing in the rather bland light in all her naked glory, is Druuna from Morbus Gravis. As fast as the thought emerges in his head it disappears. A sudden flush of shame flows over Eddie; he can’t think of her like that. Morbus Gravis isn’t real. It’s just a stupid comic that degrades women. What stands in front of him is a real person, of flesh and blood and rock ‘n’ roll, plus a fascinating, kick-ass knowledge about fantasy novels. Dallas is real, Druuna isn’t. And Dallas Haze would sucker punch Druuna all the way to the last paragraph of the summer issue of Heavy Metal Magazine.

“Jeez, what is it now?”

Eddie’s pulled away from the world of comic magazines and back to the present. Dallas has turned to look at him. It’s clear as day that she knows what he thinks of. If anything, his staring gaze gives him away.

“Nothing.” Eddie mumbles as his cheeks start to heat up.

“Mhm, sure.” She grins amused and narrows her eyes. “Hold on to that thought though.”

For how long? He wants to ask, but doesn’t. Instead he observes with fascination as she gets dressed; wrestles on her jeans and pulls her tee over her head without putting on her bra. Still with the view of her bare breasts glued on his retina -damn, he’s only human- he gets up and gets dressed as she disappears into the bathroom.

He feels rested and envigored, still riding on the high of endorphins from last night. When she returns he’s back in his regular uniform, shoes and all.

“Have you heard anything?” Dallas asks and picks up her shoes. “The radio’s been awfully quiet.”

“The radio?”

Dallas eyebrows disappear underneath her bangs. She nods towards the radio standing on the coffee table and steps into the black and white shoes.

“That radio.”

Oh, yeah. Dustin put it inside his hand before they ran off, to drive after the patrol cars the other day. He’d almost forgotten about it. It’s been dead silent since then. That’s not a good sign.

“Completely dead, I guess.” Eddie sighs at the sight of the silent radio.

“Well, we can’t just sit here doing nothing.” Dallas states and throws out her arms.

“What are we supposed to do then?”

An ounce of frustration is noticeable in his tone. They’re trapped here. He regrets it immediately, but Dallas doesn’t seem to have taken notice.

“We might as well do our own investigation.” She suggests. “If only to make the time go a little faster.” From the crammed side table next to the couch with a weathered lamp, she takes a red marker-pen. “All we need now is a whiteboard…”

They look around the living room. Rick’s got a lot of crap lying around, but Eddie knows for a fact that he doesn’t have a whiteboard. His eyes land on the smiley face-poster over the pull out bed and he gets an idea. Quickly he steps up onto the squeaky sofa, the white sneakers sink into the mattress while he with his tongue between his teeth rips the poster down from the wall; he’ll buy Rick a new one if he’ll ever notice that it’s gone. He hurries out into the kitchen and finds a roll of duct tape, hurries back into the living room and over to a clean piece of the living room wall. There he slaps up the poster with the backside out and puts four pieces of tape in the corners.

“Voila!”

“Clever.” Dallas nods impressed.

With a ‘plop’ she removes the cap from the pen and starts to write down names, draw circles around them and connect the names with quickly drawn lines. Soon Eddie’s standing in front of a spider’s web of people connected to each other, with two big question marks - how and why?

“Just by looking at it like this doesn’t really make a lot more sense.” Dallas says, tapping her chin with the bottom part of the pen. “What do you think?”

“Me?”

“You’re the eyewitness, which is the same as the most important clue!” She points at him with the pen.

Eddie sighs and once again he sweeps over the web of red names and lines.

“Why her?”

“Exactly.” Dallas nods. “You mentioned she seemed nervous, right?”

“Yeah. Is that weird?” Eddie asks. How would he know?

“Not really.” Dallas shakes her head. “Her mom IS the wicked witch of the west, but I get what you mean. From what you’ve said she seemed more nervous than usual. Something was bothering her. But what?”

“Might be in hindsight, but she seemed more scared than nervous. As if she was followed. Did she know she would be attacked?” Eddie suggests.

“Wouldn’t she be even more terrified then?” The wrinkle between Dallas’ eyebrows has grown deeper. “Maybe she felt something was weird, but didn’t know what it was?”

She removes the cap from the pen and writes ‘Vecna’ in the lower right corner of the mind map, with a spiky circle around. With a squeaky sound, the red marker goes in between Chrissy’s name and Vecna, followed by another question mark.

“That’s it.” Dallas says. “Between Chrissy and Vecna, it’s empty. We don’t know the motive. The big old why?”

Eddie sighs deeply. They’re stuck.

“I hope the others got more luck.” He says.

“Yeah.” Dallas huffs. “We gotta solve this. Fast! The cops aren’t exactly the only ones looking for you.” She glances in his direction. “Jason’s up to something. I know that.”

Eddie scoffs.

“You think he’s dangerous?” He asks.

”He ain’t no boy scout.” Dallas admits. “Not that bright either, but that doesn’t mean he can’t be a threat.”

Eddie huffs, but he knows she’s right. Deep down he’s scared. The mob has been stirred up and soon the cup will run over. If a solution to this doesn't come soon enough, the police won’t be able to prevent riots and he will be in an ever greater danger. Honestly he’d prefer the cops over an angry mob any day. Jason and his cronies wouldn’t hesitate to tear him to shreds. They are past demanding an explanation at this point. They’ve found their scapegoat and want revenge for what happened to Chrissy from the one responsible for her death. That Eddie happened to just be a witness won’t be taken into consideration.

Again, it’s as if Dallas can read his mind, or if anything she can see the worry in his eyes. She takes his hand and squeezes it tight.

“It’ll be alright.”

They are such simple words, but it feels so much better to hear them from her.

“Let’s crack this case.” Eddie smiles back. “Or better; you crack it, and I’ll find us something to eat.”

If Dallas wants to play Sherlock Holmes he’d happily be Watson in the background. Eddie struts out into the small, bombarded kitchen. He hasn’t exactly prioritized the dishes. A frantic search for edibles starts as he continues to ignore the dirty plates and cutlery. But for every cabin he opens he gets more and more disappointed. The fridge is empty. There’s no bread. No beer. Nothing!

In the cupboard over the stove he strikes bingo, almost. A lonely can of Spaghetti-O’s.

“This will do.” Eddie sighs. If he’ll get out of this safe and sound he’ll never eat another can of Spaghetti-O’s in his life. “We’re out of food.” He hollers as he grabs the can and slams the cupboard close.

“Like… out-out?” Dallas calls back.

“Yup.” Eddie takes out a worn enamel pan and turns on the gas on the stove. “Great… I’ll starve before the cops get me.” He mutters. His last meal will be canned soup with pasta O’s.

Under continuous muttering he finds himself a wooden spatula in a drawer and drops it into the pan, cracks the can open and turns it upside down over the pan. Sloppily he swirls it around until it starts to boil. In a cupboard he finds the last clean deep plate in the house for Dallas; he himself might as well eat straight from the pot, so he pours half of the soup into the plate and leaves the other half in the pot.

With the hot plate in one hand and the pot in the other he hurries out into the living room. Miss Sherlock Haze is still deeply sunken in the web of red lines and names. The poor marker is soon to be long gone as she has twirled it around a strand of her hair.

“Here, eat.” Eddie puts her plate down on the table and plops down on the couch, while shoving Spaghetti-O’s into his mouth. “Come here. Better eat when it’s warm.”

From his spot he can watch her shift weight from one side to the other, while she scribbles down names, theories and question marks. Mostly it’s the latter.

“Hopefully the others can fill in the gaps.” Dallas says while taking a spoonful of soup, putting it in her mouth.

She turns around, puts the plate on the table again and crashes into the couch next to him. As she does, she reaches her arms towards the ceiling and stretches. Immediately, like if she’d revealed a Batman lantern, Eddie’s eyes are drawn to her tee. She didn’t put on the bra. She doesn’t wear a bra. Quickly, Eddie shifts his gaze away and swallows.

“What the heck are they doing anyway?”

“I… have no idea.” Eddie replies, glancing at her in the corner of his eye. She’s so pretty. “Ehm, your food’s getting cold.”

Dallas turns her head and looks at him, without saying a word. She has a peculiar, sneaky twinkle in her eyes. Did she notice him staring? Her incredible hair dances around her face whatever move she makes, like it has its own rhythm and soul. For a moment they just look at each other. Eddie swallows his mouthful of Spaghetti-O’s, feeling it as if his pumping heart makes the whole couch bounce with the beat of it. His body feels warm and tingly. Would it be wrong to kiss her now, Eddie reasons with himself, while he wets his lips with his tongue.

Then it's as if they are drawn to each other like magnets, into frenzy, wet kissing. It’s a miracle he manages to put the enamel pot on the coffee table without causing a messy accident.

The familiar surge of yearning surges through Eddie’s hands as they come to rest on her face and neck, when his tongue pries in between Dallas’ lips. She replies the messy kiss eagerly, clutching at the fabric in his shirt to pull him closer, pressing him against her soft body and drags him with her backwards, down on the couch.

“The radio’s turned off, right?” Dallas gasps, tugging on the washed out Hellfire-print.

Eddie cuts her off by pressing his lips to hers in a sloppy, hungry kiss.

“We’ll think about that later.” He whispers.

In all honesty, he doesn’t give a damn right now. If the others happen to hear that’s their problem.

“Weren’t you hungry?” Dallas smiles towards his lips.

“Not for food.”

In one motion he drags the shirt over his head and throws it on the floor. He can’t resist smiling as he sees how Dallas’ eyes twinkles like a starry night and the corners of her mouth turns into a rapturous smile at the sight of his bare torso. Breathing heavily, she caresses his bare chest, tracing his happy trail with the tip of her finger, towards the belt buckle.

Her upper teeth sinks into her lower lip as she hooks her finger under the buckle and tugs at it slightly, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

Eddie won’t keep her waiting; it’s tempting, seeing her lose it in front of his eyes, but he’s neither sinister or able to be that restrained in this heated moment. He wants her as much as she seems to want him, an intoxicating realization.

While he fumbles with his belt and zippers, Dallas wrangles out of her jeans and kicks them away through the living room. The unmistakable sound of a lamp toppling somewhere behind his back makes him grin wide and raise his eyebrow at her.

“Well aimed, milady.” He says softly, hooks his arm around her neck and pulls her up in a sitting position.

Dallas pulls the white t-shirt over her head and Eddie watches in awe when her breasts pop out in all their glory. The long scar runs like a canyon in between. It looks more like a battle scar than ever.

Knowing exactly what kind of sensation he wants to cause her, Eddie begins to fondle her breasts, whereupon his lips start to kiss her exposed skin, up and down the scar, then find one of her nipples and starts to suck on it.

“Oh, Eddie.”

Her head falls back and she purrs with delight. Her fingers run through his hair, gripping it as his tongue swirls around the stiff, wondrous button and causes him to moan and grind himself towards her.

Carefully he lowers her back down on the couch, releases his mouth from her breast and pulls her panties off.

With the help of his tongue he wets his fingers, and grunts as he places the tips towards her bud and carefully lets them glide around the magical spot. Dallas shuts her eyes and her breathing gets heavy and more vivacious, something between breathing and moaning. She’s glistening with arousal and with a throbbing erection he continues to carefully rub her clit, before he moves on, down between her soaked folds. Dallas gasps as he thrusts two of his ring clad fingers inside her tight entrance.

Eddie can feel her pussy tighten around him as he, knuckles-deep inside of her, curls his fingers against the spot that makes her thighs quiver.

“Oh- fuuuck.”

Her entire body radiates that she doesn’t want him to stop massaging her pussy, arching her back and squirm by his hand as he fucks her at the perfect pace that sets her nerves on fire.

“Oh my god- Eddie, I’m gonna cum!”

He won’t prevent her from doing so. Instead he intensifies the pace on instinct. He can feel her clit throb against the palm of his hand and the tension tighten in her stomach as every little muscle inside of her clench as she, completely lost in pleasure, reaches her climax.

“Watching you is-” Eddie pants, then whistles to make a point. “Wild.”

“Your fingers are wild.” Dallas sighs and supports herself with her elbow. She hooks her finger into the hem of his boxers. “The rumor about guitarists might be true, after all.”

“What’s that?” Eddie asks while he removes the boxers.

On still shaky legs, Dallas throws her right leg over his lap and straddles him majestically, a sight that would tempt even the most duteous choirboy into sinning.

“Dexterity.” She smiles at his reaction. “You like what you see?”

“You have no idea.” Eddie gasps and pulls her towards him and starts to kiss, suck and nibble on her neck. “You’re crazy.”

Satisfied with the answer, Dallas grabs a firm hold around his cock, pumps it up and down before placing it at the entrance of her wet, warm pussy. A hand underneath his cheek forces Eddie to remove his mouth from her neck. Slowly, without breaking eye contact with him for a second, Dallas sinks down over him. Eddie’s choked gasp turns into a delighted moan when his cock disappears into her completely.

“Oh my god!” Eddie’s hips buckle up desperately, eagerly wanting to go even deeper. He’s never been ridden before in his life.

Slowly, while Dallas puts her hands on his shoulder and neck, she starts to grind on his lap, causing Eddie’s eyes to roll back into his skull and his hands to clasp around her thighs. As she increases the pace and then starts to bounce, he almost sees a sky full of stars in front of his eyes.

“You like it?” She pants breathlessly, unable to stop smiling at his reaction. “Hell yeah…” Eddie puts his hands up on each side of her face, looking her straight in the eyes. “Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t stop.” He pleads.

He’s not sure how much longer he’ll last if she keeps doing this sorcery, but he doesn’t want her to stop doing it either; she fucks like a goddamn hurricane and he’s happily swept along for the ride, but how long he’ll last on this pace is something else.

Convulsively he grabs her hips and helps her bounce, slamming her warm body down over his cock. He can feel it, the grand finale, coming closer as the surge gets harder to restrain as Dallas’ inner walls start to tremble violently.

“Oh god- Eddie I’m- I’m coming!” Dallas whimpers and buries her face in his shoulder.

Eddie holds onto her thighs hard and prickles up every sense in his body to be able to handle the experience of Dallas Haze unrestrained riding herself, and him for that matter, to orgasm. He lets go of every attempt to hold back, pants and groans when the orgasm hits him as powerful as a roaring avalanche.

"Christ, Daise, fuck...”

From his mouth a loud groan rises as he releases himself inside of her. Instinctively he squeezes his eyes shut and slams his hips into hers repeatedly, eager to elongate every ounce of pleasure for them both that he’s capable of.

“Haah… aahh…” Eddie gasps and his head falls back against the couch backrest. He slows down, then stops and just feels the tingling aftermath of really fucking good sex. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

In reply he gets something in between a chuckle and a moan as Dallas throws her long mane out of her flushed face and looks down at him dizzily.

“Uhu.” Heavily panting as if he’s just ran a marathon, while sweat trickles down his forehead, Eddie stares up at her with wide eyes and a slack jaw, lips parted so he can get enough oxygen.

This is a view he could get used to.

Dallas POV:

In wonder, while running her hands through his soft curls, Dallas takes in the pretty face next to hers. He really is something else, she thinks while shifting her gaze down to his soft, full lips.

They’re lying squeezed together on the couch underneath a blanket, still somewhat out of breath.

“You believe me now?” Dallas asks.

The back of Eddie’s finger runs down her cheek and he gives her a smile that causes her toes to curl. Jeez, she’s floored, totally fucking bedazzled with him and his insanely brown eyes.

“Mhm.” He nods down at her. “That was… wild. Epic.”

An evaluation as good as any; she could definitely scribble it down on her grade card without blinking.

Dallas Daisy Haze; mathematics - average (thanks to dad pretending to be her); English - impressive; science - could do better; PE - can slam a 180 pound dude in a bathing suit into the floor; music - won a radio rock band competition which should explain it all; carnal knowledge - epic!

Dallas smirks and adjusts, nudging herself closer to Eddie’s warm, soft naked body.

“You called me Daise.”

“Huh?” Eddie’s eyes flicker. “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that.”

“It’s okay. I kind of liked it.” Quickly she raises a warning finger. “Don’t make it a habit though.”

“Whatever you say, milady.”

To her surprise, Eddie starts to hum faintly. The outer parts of her lips curl upward when she realizes that the lazily hummed tune is REO Speedwagon’s putting each and every rock chic’s heart on fire-rock ballad “Can’t fight this feeling” while plucking with a strand of her hair.

“I didn’t know dungeon masters knew cheesy epic rock ballads?”

“They don’t.” Eddie replies.

“I must be dreaming then.”

Eddie leans in and glues his lips towards hers. His kiss is messy and sloppy, with more teeth than lips, but it’s still the hottest thing Dallas’ experienced, one of many in the recent half an hour.

“Nah, no dream.” He whispers. “And I do have a radio in my van.”

The fiery bundle of desire and yearning Dallas feels for Eddie Munson that’s wrapped up somewhere between her torso and her toes sends signals to the brain that if they continue like this she’ll have to straddle him like a cowboy on a rodeo again and race herself to at least two more orgasms. There doesn’t seem to be an end to her appetite.

It’s her stomach that’s interrupting her steamy thought of begging Eddie to live up to the sobriquet “the freak” Munson. She’s hungry. Very hungry.

“How about that soup?” Dallas interrupts the kissing. “Or else I’ll pass out.”

“Then I’ll just kiss you back to life.” Eddie places another wet kiss on her mouth. “Like that sleepy lady in that movie.”

It’s tempting, but as her stomach growls out loud, round two has to wait.

Once again, like when they awoke earlier, they start to sort out the scattered clothes and get dressed before they return to the lukewarm Spaghetti-O’s. Physical activities really make you hungry. Between chewing, Dallas’ eyes wander to the radio on the dinner table. Why haven’t they stayed in touch? Maybe it’s broken?

“Are there any batteries in that thing?”

While scooping up the last drops of soup, she watches as Eddie kicks himself off the couch and grabs the walkie-talkie from the table.

“Of course it is!” He exclaims with his mouth full of Spaghetti-O’s.

“You’ve checked?”

In response Eddie holds up a middle finger her way with a wry smile, leaving out a verbal answer; maybe out of teasingness or if it’s because his nerves have started to go through his skin. Her own nerves have started to feel restless. She puts her plate away and glances through her bangs at Eddie as he paces the living room with the pan in one hand, while he continues to converse to the silent radio he’s holding in the other.

”Dustin, can you hear me?”

“There’s no one there.” Dallas repeats.

“Dustin? Earth to Dustin?”

To both hers and Eddie’s great surprise, the radio crackles and a raspy voice is heard through the radio-speaker. But it’s not Dustin.

“Hey, it’s Nancy.”

Wide eyed and with gaping mouths, Dallas and Eddie stare at each other in confusion, before Eddie regains his composure, points at her and mimes “I told you”. But it’s clear that they’re both thinking the same thing; What is Nancy Wheeler doing on the radio?

“Wheeler? Hey!” Eddie pipes up instantly, eyes wide in excitement by the response on the other line.

“Nancy?” Dallas furrows her brows and climbs out of the sunken couch. “Nancy, is that you?”

“Dallas?” The voice asks back.

“Oh my god-” Dallas smiles wide in surprise. “Mystery Inc. has recruited Nancy Drew!”

“So yeah, listen. We’re gonna need a food delivery soon or else we’re gonna starve.” Eddie glances over at Dallas. “Unless you want us going out into the world?”

“No, no!” Nancy is quick to reply. “Don’t do that.”

“Yeah, also-” Eddie continues. “-can you pick up a six-pack also? I know, it’s shit, drinking right now, but… A couple of cold beers would really calm my nerves.”

Dallas gives him a punch on the arm. In the background, even though the quality of the crackling radio isn’t exactly Hi-Fi, they can hear noises and other voices.

“Was that yawning?” Dallas intervenes, before Eddie starts to make more demands. “Did you sleep?”

Now Dallas’ sure she hears other voices, followed by an ‘ouch’ and a thud; someone’s been awoken by a fist punch at the arm.

“Is it Eddie?” Someone asks.

“We’ve done some investigation.” Nancy replies, not taking notice of the question behind her.

”All night.” They hear someone yawn loudly in the back.

”Who’s that?” Eddie asks.

”Lucas.” Nancy replies.

”Sinclair!” Eddie exclaims.

“Eddie!” Lucas Sinclair’s voice grows stronger inside the speaker as he moves closer to the radio on the other side. “Listen, Jason’s after you. He’s on the warpath, for real. They all are.”

Dallas and Eddie look worried at each other.

“Yeah we sort of got that impression too, Sinclair.” Eddie replies into the speaker. “Good to have you on board, by the way.”

“Eddie, I’m so, so sorry-”

“Hey guys!” Dustin shouts on the other end. ”How are you doing?”

“We-” Dallas looks at Eddie, who shakes his head over Dustin Henderson’s impulsiveness. ”-did some brainstorming on our own, you might say.” She throws a glance on the backside of the smiley-poster taped up on the wall, filled with nothing but loose ends. “Please tell us you got something. Anything.”

For a moment both her and Eddie are sure the radio died. Dead silence follows on her plea.

“Hello?” Eddie calls. “Wheeler?”

“There’s been another murder.”

Just what they didn’t want to hear. Anything but that. Dallas swallows, not sure she wants to hear more.

“Fred Benson.”

“Shit…” Eddie whispers. “Where?”

“The highway.” Robin says. “It’s definitely our guy.”

“Vecna.”

“We know, Dustin!” Steve sighs in the background.

“There’s more.” Nancy continues. “Fred and Chrissy both came to Miss Kelley’s counseling. Same symptoms. Headaches, nightmares, nosebleeds. Five days apart. It adds up!”

“It’s like an omen.”

Dallas deep dives into her head. Headaches. Chrissy had complained about headaches. She had looked a lot more tired than usual, but Dallas thought it was nerves and the pre-spring break tiredness kicking in early.

“Oh my god.” Dallas whispers and stares at Eddie. “That’s it!” She exclaims. “The motive!”

”She didn’t dare to tell anyone-” Max says.

”Because the symptoms were too common for trauma.” Dallas fills in. “That’s why she went to see Miss Kelley.”

”She couldn’t have known.” Max says on the other end. “Just like Fred.”

“Not until it was too late.” Dallas lets out in a sigh. “You think there’s others? I mean, how many goes to see Miss Kelley on a regular basis? That’s… many.”

They go quiet again.

“What is it? What is it you don’t tell us?”

“Vecna’s next victim.” Max says monotonous. “It’s me. I’ve got all the symptoms.”

One could hear a needle drop to the floor. Undoubtedly they heard right. Max is next. One of theirs is the next victim.

”The rest’s… pretty unclear.” Nancy says. “We’re hoping to get some answers today.”

“How?”

”We’re going to Pennhurst. We think someone named Victor Creel might be able to help us.” Nancy tells, but she doesn’t sound entirely convinced. “It’s a loose end, but that’s all we got.”

“Pennhurst, as in THE Pennhurst?” Eddie asks in disbelief. “As in THE asylum?!” He clenches his jaw and closes his eyes. “Fuck…”

“We think it might be a lead.”

If that’s all they got, to put their faith in a locked up lunatic, Dallas understands Eddie’s frustrated reaction. As Eddie sighs deeply and tries to collect himself, doing a great job not punching holes in the walls, Dallas snaps the radio out of his hand.

“I really don’t wanna rush anything here, guys.” She says in a low tone into the radio. “But-” She cuts herself off at the sight of Eddie, pacing the room.

It’s not about rushing anything. You can’t rush trying to find a needle in a haystack. This will have to take the time it’ll take. They’re dealing with supernatural things, and the group on the other side of the radio has -regardless of how surreal it all is- been through similar oddities before, plus and minus a girl with superpowers.

How little patience Eddie and Dallas have doesn’t matter if the others don’t get to do their thing, regardless if that means going to a mental asylum in search of clues. Whatever it takes to keep Eddie alive and hidden, Dallas thinks. That’s what she has to focus on. In the corner of her eyes she watches the curly haired metalhead that has planted a swarm of butterflies in her stomach.

She lost Chrissy, she can’t lose Eddie too.

“If you think it’ll give you answers…” Dallas whispers into the radio. “Just… fix this. And be careful. You hear me?”

“You too. We’ll stay in touch.”

“Yeah.”

The radio goes quiet. Dallas and Eddie look at each other. All of a sudden the situation has become even more strained. Max is in danger, another murder has happened, they’re hungry and the others are way too busy right now to act as food delivery service.

“I’ll get us some food. I won’t just sit here and starve.” Dallas gets up and rips her jacket from a chair.

The frustration causes her to feel claustrophobic.

“What?” Eddie scoffs with eyes big as basketballs. “What if someone sees you? You said it yourself, you just ran out the door without telling anyone. You don’t think you’re wanted too, missy?”

“Better me than you, right?” Dallas shrugs and threads her arms into the jacket. “I’ll just be careful, try not to be seen. Like Frodo!” She nods convincingly. “I’ll get you some clean clothes too, if you want? maybe even a six-pack?”

“You’re trying to bribe me with beer, Haze?”

“As I said, better me than you.” Dallas repeats. “I’ll get a lift into town and take the bike back. What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

Eddie looks like he wants to protest. Dallas knows that there’s at least a dozen things that could go horribly wrong, but her ability to stay positive and radiate confidence right now is vital.

“Fine.” Eddie says reluctantly, pressing his lips together.

“Good.” Dallas nods. “You just… stay hidden. You know, the usual.”

They decide that Eddie shall hide in the boathouse until she returns. Even though the area around Lovers Lake seems to be desolated, they can’t be too careful. If anyone happens to see her sneak out of the house and if they decided to check it out, they wouldn’t be able to find Eddie.

“I’ll be back soon.” Dallas says reassuringly as she puts her hand on the front door handle. “I promise.”

“Yep.”

“Stay hidden, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. In the boathouse. Got it.” Eddie replies and turns around, to walk towards the back door. But he lingers. “Be careful, Haze.”

Dallas nods. As Eddie, reluctantly, tears his eyes from her and turns around, Dallas holds her breath, opens the door and steps out on the porch. Carefully she closes it before she runs across the road, up on the bank on the other side and into the naked vegetation. Better to walk through the woods for a while and then get down on the open road again. As long as she’s as far away from the cabin as possible before anyone sees her.

It has become a little warmer in the air, but the early spring is still reminding itself by its brown colors surrounding Dallas where she strides on through the vegetation until she declares the distance from the cabin far enough. Then she heads out from the woods, toward the highway and climbs up on the road and starts to walk along it.

No cars in sight, but soon the familiar sound of rubber against tarmac is heard and a car brakes in next to her. With crossed fingers, desperately praying that it won’t be an icky creep or someone wanting to kidnap her, Dallas bends down and looks into the car. A woman in her thirties with an impressive perm rolls down the window and looks back out at her. Her eyelashes are gunked up with black mascara and she smiles.

“Do you need a ride?”

“I’m going to Hawkins.” Dallas explains, while digging her hands deeper into the satin coated pockets of her biker jacket.

“So are we. Hop in!” She smiles. “It’s ok.” She adds reassuringly and bobs her curly hair towards the backseat. “It’s just the three of us.”

Dallas opens the door and looks into the car. In the backseat two kids are strapped up in their car seats. Two boys wearing matching corduroy jackets and Indiana Pacers caps. They observe her under silence as Dallas slides into the passenger seat and closes the door.

A mom with a perm that would make Whitney Huston green with envy and two kids can’t be a serial killer, she decides and buckles up. Live a little, right?

“What’s your name?” The woman asks as she lets the car roll out on the road again.

“Dallas.” Dallas replies.

“Nice to meet you. This is Peter and Adam.” The woman nods her head backwards to the boys, still not uttering a noise. “I’m Pamela.”

In reply, not sure how much they should get acquainted with one another during this short ride into town, Dallas nods politely, pretending to listen. In reality she repeats the route she’s laid out for herself in her head; she’s gonna get back to Hawkins, go home, get some food and clean clothes and get her ass back to the cabin without anyone seeing her. Piece of cake, right?

“Why were you out on the road?” “Huh, what?”

Pamela with the perm looks concerned as she glances in her direction, twisting her hands nervously at the steering wheel.

“You shouldn’t be out here on your own.” She replies and shifts her gaze back towards the road ahead. “Especially not now. It’s really dangerous.”

“Yeah. I know.” Dallas lies, without explaining herself further. Better not to say anything than entwine herself in a complicated lie.

“Where are you going?” Pamela turns and looks at her again. “I mean, where should I take you?”

“The Video Store.” Dallas says. “Downtown. I’ve left my bike there.”

“Okay.” Pamela nods, making her stiff curls bounce around her face. “It’s horrible, all that’s happening.”

It’s even worse than you think, Dallas thinks to herself and glances at Pamela who once again has turned her eyes back on the road.

They remain silent the rest of the drive into town, letting the radio drain out the motor sound and the lack of talking. The kids in the backseat soften up and when they cruise into Hawkins Dallas and the boy behind her are spoofing with each other, sticking their tongues out at each other in the side mirror. Who said soon to be 18-year olds has to act all grown up?

When Pamela stomps her foot on the brakes in front of the Video Store, Dallas thanks her for the ride and climbs out.

“Be careful now!” Pamela says before Dallas closes the door behind her.

If Pamela only knew. Dallas waves at her and the boys when they drive away, leaving her alone in the parking lot. She spins around and looks with gratitude at her bike, the great zoomer, still standing where she left it. Quickly and slightly bent over in a meek attempt to prevent anyone from seeing her, Dallas unlocks the chain-cable, wraps it around the pole, jumps onto her faithful ride and kicks away.

The chilly air quickly finds its way into her open jacket and Dallas increases her speed as she hurtles down the street. It’s surprisingly deserted. No wonder, when there’s an outbreak of satanic panic. When she has to stop at a crossroad to let a truck pass, a couple walks past on the sidewalk and Dallas can’t unhear their conversation.

“I heard the eulogy for the Cunningham girl was today.”

“Hope they’ll catch the monster who did it.”

Dallas’ heart drops and for a matter of seconds it feels like she’s going to faint. The harsh reality once again strikes ruthlessly. It’s the day of Chrissy’s eulogy and Dallas’ isn’t there. But she has more important things to do than attend. She’s trying to solve this murder case and clear Eddie Munson’s name for christ sake!

Dallas’ brain works impressively fast as she stands there with one foot on the ground and the other on the pedal. Quickly, she makes a U-turn and rides the opposite way. Drastic change of plans! There is something else she has to do before she heads home.

A few minutes later Dallas gets off her bike at Breakwater Drive. From where she stands at the quiet curb, looking up at the dark and deserted colonial house, it looks haunted. An eerie feeling crawls up the back of her neck. But the decision has been made. She won’t back out of it now.

Determined, Dallas leans her bike against the mailbox pole and walks up the paved walkway leading up to the front door, standing between its white tall columns. But she takes off to the right, scurries past the dense, neatly cut bushes and runs around to the back of the house.

Only a real dumbass would think of breaking in through the main entrance door.

With her gaze directed upwards as she walks along the breakfast room, a small protruding part of the kitchen with tall windows where the Cunningham’s eat their breakfast, Dallas searches for the drainpipe closest to Chrissy’s window pair. She has glided down and climbed up that specific pipe at least a dozen times by now, escaping Chrissy’s room or entering it without having to ring the doorbell and dribble her way past Mrs. Cunningham.

Dallas finds ‘her’ drainpipe and looks around to make sure no one sees her, before she starts to climb up the cold metal. The worn out rubber soles on her Chuck’s glides towards the brick surface.

“Lousy, shitty… shoes.” She grunts.

Thank god she’s got a good portion of strength in her upper body from throwing around Hawkins High’s team of champion baboons.

With sheer arm strength and grit, Dallas pulls herself up the pipe, while her feet 'walks' up the wall. When she reaches the roof, she takes a steady hold and lifts herself onto the sloping tiles. There she stops for a while and catches her breath, making sure that no neighbors are standing in their windows watching her. Nope. No housewives gaping inside their houses at the sight of the potential burglar on the roof, ready to throw themselves on the speed dial-button straight to 9-1-1.

Dallas turns and looks at Chrissy’s bedroom windows. Dark and closed, but she knows by experience that Chrissy never locks it, just so Dallas could come visit whenever she felt like. There’s no exception now. Carefully she pushes the window up. The sheer curtain inside flutters in the breeze as the soft, but chilly wind creeps into the dark room. Dallas swings her legs into the window opening and jumps down on the soft carpet inside. The scent that surrounds her is like an emotional gut punch. The soft, floral scent of Chrissy’s perfume, the warm smell of vanilla from the fabric softener, the variety of scented candles and the faint, but piquant hint of lemon from cleaning detergent. A jumble of fragrances that together has etched into Dallas' nose as something familiar, but now only causing her heartache.

“Pull yourself together, Haze.” Dallas whispers to herself.

Purposefully, she moves through the bedroom towards the dresser. Her eyes are strictly fixed on the closed jewelry box. Automatically, from the top drawer on the left, underneath hair brushes and a bunch of scrunchies, she takes the small key and unlocks the jewelry box. From it she takes the emerald green jewelry case, the one with the thin, golden frame on the lid.

Dallas makes a move, in an attempt to leave. But she hesitates, even though she damn well knows that she should get the hell out of there as soon as she can. But something is holding her back, preventing her feet from moving. If Dallas leaves now, she will never come back here, she knows that. Mrs. Cunningham would rather eat her own face than allow Dallas into their house. If only for a moment, she wants to stay here, to feel close to the only thing she has left of Chrissy. Although Chrissy felt like a prisoner in her own home, the room was her sanctuary. A bright, sunny, happy place where Dallas and Chrissy dreamt up future plans and adventures together in secrecy from Mrs. Cunningham.

She looks down at the small jewelry case in her hands, strokes it gently over the slightly grooved lid. Slowly she walks over to the perfectly made bed and sits down on top of the covers. With her heart stuck in her throat and tears sweltering behind her eyes, she opens it. The small, crossed silver arrows glisten even though the room is dark. They decided together that they wanted the arrows. Friendship hearts simply felt too childish. They would put them on at graduation. Chrissy had already gotten a necklace from her parents at the start of the semester, ‘86’ in golden numbers as a symbol of her graduation year, but Chrissy had ensured Dallas that she wasn’t intending to wear it after they’d graduated.

“It’s just another year, right?” Chrissy said.

The dainty arrows symbolized a new beginning as well as their friendship. Now they’re all Dallas has left of what she and Chrissy had. Shattered dreams encapsulated into two small arrows made of silver.

Dallas caves in, falls down on the bed next to a stuffed teddy bear and lets all of it, the anger, the sadness, the anxiety gush out in a painful tidal wave of grief. Like a wounded animal she howls down into the pillows, inhales Chrissy’s scent as she gasps for air.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” She cries, pressing the emerald green jewelry case towards her chest. “I’m so sorry Chrissy…”

She remains there on the bed until she’s stopped shaking and she has gone out of tears for this time. That’s when she remembers what she has to do. Reluctantly she gets up and dries her tears with the back of her arm. Disoriented and still torn up, she opens the drawer to the bedside table and takes out Chrissy’s diary. She won’t read it, but she can’t let Chrissy’s mom get that piece of Chrissy too.

“I’ll fix this.” Dallas whispers out into the room before she leaves the Cunningham residence the way she came and runs to her bike.

She squeezes the diary into the back hem of her jeans and straddles the bike frame; there is no time to lose, so she starts pedaling for all she’s worth. Hopefully mom, dad and jack are at the eulogy and won’t be home bothering her.

Back at her own house Dallas throws the bicycle on the front lawn and runs around to the kitchen entrance. The house looks dark and quiet. Carefully, she unlocks the door and sneaks inside, quickly determining that no one is home. They must be at the eulogy. Without turning the lights on she runs up the stairs and into the bathroom. She takes a quick shower, changes clothes, hops into her trusty pair of docs instead -if she has to climb another drainpipe- and swallows down her birth control-pill underneath the tap in the bathroom.

In one swift motion, with the help of a lip pencil, Dallas draws a red line over the pill she missed and says a silent prayer that the pill-gods can indulge her carelessness and cut her some slack. To be careful, she puts the pill chart in the inner pocket of her jacket - just in case she’ll be gone longer than expected. From experience she hasn’t much faith in her impulses. What happens happens, and the birds and the bee’s have happened twice since last night!

In Jack’s room she grabs a hold of a pair of fresh boxers and tube socks from his packing - she’s sure Eddie would prefer to “borrow” her brother’s undies rather than her dad’s.

While combing her fingers through her damp hair, Dallas scurries downstairs. There’s no time for styling and blow drying in the business of solving crimes and hiding fugitives.

In the entrance hall she grabs her school backpack and turns it upside down on the hall mat. She throws Jack’s boxers into it and collects some spare change from the bowl on the hall dresser.

While making sure that she has some extra money in the outer compartment of the backpack, she hurries into the kitchen where she starts to gather what she can find in the pantry that can work as emergency-food; Snickers bars, a pack of Oreos and two cans of Progresso Vegetable soup.

As Dallas is in the process of emptying the fridge, placing an unopened packet of orange juice in her backpack, she freezes as the ominous rustle of keys resounds and the back door opens. S-h-i-t!

The next moment, mom’s standing in the kitchen. She jumps at the sight of Dallas, lets out a surprised exclamation and puts her hand towards her chest.

“Oh my- DALLAS!”

“Mom!”

For a moment they just stare at each other in silence, accompanied by the low humming of the refrigerator. Dallas’ feet are frozen to the linoleum.

Mom’s dressed in her black funeral dress, the one she wore when grandpa was put to rest in 12 feet of dirt, and her eyes are slightly swollen from crying. Even though the timing couldn’t be worse, Dallas’ can’t help but feel a teeny-tiny bit relieved that mom didn’t come home to see her BEFORE the shower; her tousled hair standing in every direction, unwashed and dressed in two or three-days old clothes and without a bra.

The sound volume’s intensely upped as mom collects herself from the surprise of her daughter’s return home.

“Where in god’s name have you been?!”

Dallas remains silent for a moment, as her head is desperately working to find an answer, or a lie, good enough. Telling mom the truth is not an option.

“I’m fine-” Dallas attempts, but to try and get in between mom’s scolding words is like attempting to pocket park a truck in a single car-pocket.

“You left without a word! Right after we got the news that Chrissy-” Mom’s voice breaks and she takes a deep breath, still pointing her finger towards the entrance. Tears start to build up in her already red eyes. “We thought- I don't know what we thought! You were gone! We called the police, Dallas!”

“Wha- no, mom-”

“Your dad and Jack have been out looking for you! Grandma’s been worried sick!” Mom inhales and continues. “You didn’t call us, you didn’t come home. You expect us to think that’s fine! Especially when some lunatic is killing teenagers in town?!”

“Look I-” Dallas mumbles. “I AM fine-”

“And- OH MY GOD IS THAT A HICKEY!” Mom takes a step forward and pulls the hair away from Dallas’ neck and gasps loudly. “Jesus, Joseph and Mary- WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!?”

Son of a b- he did a fucking hickey, Dallas thinks to herself and curses Eddie Munson and his amazing mouth.

Quickly she pulls away and covers her throat with her hand, but the damage is already done. Mom’s eyes are close to popping out of her skull and it looks like she’s about to have a heart attack herself. She opens her mouth and closes it like a goldfish, but nothing comes out.

“Nothing.” Dallas lies.

It doesn’t work.

“IT’S A HICKEY, DALLAS!” Mom sputters, fuming with anger. “You just ran out the door without a word and disappeared for… two days!? And then you just… pops up out of nowhere with a HICKEY ON YOUR NECK?! With all that’s happened-” She pauses to take a deep breath, followed by a very disappointed, sad sigh that hits Dallas right in her heart. “Chrissy and that poor Benson boy-“ Mom shakes her head. “THERE’S A MURDERER ON THE LOOSE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!”

“So?” Dallas mutters abashed, clenching her fists.

She glances at the wall clock. She doesn’t have time for this. There’s so much that she’d like to shout in reply. Things that would explain it all to mom; why she ran, why she hasn’t called or come home. Things that mom wouldn’t understand or wouldn’t believe a word off.

“So?!” Mom shouts. “You are not running around on your own when there’s a maniac killing high school students! Certainly not for days without us knowing where you are and absolutely not coming home with hickeys! That’s what’s ‘SO’, Dallas!”

“What? I’m fine!” Dallas yells and holds out her arms. “Seriously, mom!”

“You expect us to just KNOW that? How? Mind reading?” Mom scoffs and furrows her eyebrows.

“You don’t think I can take care of myself?” Dallas cuts off sharply. “I’m not five years old, mom.”

Mom doesn't answer. For a good while they just stand there glaring at each other under restrained silence. One could hear a needle fall to the floor.

They rarely fight and certainly not like this.

“You’ve changed.”

Here we go. The “you’ve changed”-comment. How many times Dallas’ heard it by now is unclear. Ever since she was discharged from the hospital in Texas after her heart failure and decided that everything about her life would be different, mom’s “you’ve changed” has followed her around like a ghost. Mom couldn’t handle it. Still picking up the pieces from the trauma of losing her daughter and seeing her balance on a knife’s edge between life and death was apparently too much to deal with. Having her also -as soon as it was determined that she was going to recover fully- want to have all the fun she could possibly have was even more. “You’ve changed” followed like a red line through Dallas’ early teenage years and beyond.

“How, mom?” Dallas sighs. ”How exactly have I changed? You always say that but I’ve never understood in what way? You mean since the time I NEARLY died? Cause you know what - I didn’t! I’m alive. Is it really that difficult to get? That I want to experience shit before the next time I die?”

“Dallas-”

“No, mom!” Dallas shouts, feeling an anger rise inside of her that’s been suppressed for a little too long. Like a kettle boiling over. It may be unfair and quite frankly even mean, but she doesn’t have time for this; and certainly not for putting together a polite response. “This time you do NOT get to decide what I am going to do! Chrissy’s dead! And the police are on the wrong lead.”

“Dallas-” Mom takes a step forwards and grabs a hold of Dallas’ hand. Her voice is more pleading now. “Please, talk to me! What is going on with you?!”

“Nothing!” Dallas calls. “Mom, you don’t understand. I’m gonna solve this shitshow. I owe Chrissy that.” Dallas continues and stomps her foot into the floor in pure frustration. “I can’t say more. You gotta trust me!”

Mom’s grip tightens, but her facial expression softens and turns sad. How hard it is, Dallas can’t tell what’s going on. Mom would never believe her and Eddie would be in even greater danger than he already is. She can’t trust mom, not this time.

If she knew what Dallas was involved in she would chain Dallas to the radiator and watch her like a hawk; years and years of overprotection and fear of losing her only daughter cannot be dispelled just like that. But Dallas gotta try.

“Mom I love you but this is something I have to do. Please trust me.”

Mom could refuse. She could refuse to let go of Dallas’ hand by holding on to it even harder. But for some reason she doesn’t. It’s not without force that Dallas has to release herself from mom’s grip, but she gets out of it and backs away, so mom doesn’t clasps her arms around hers in an impossible lock grip.

“Dallas…” Mom looks desperate, angry and sad. “Dallas?”

Silent tears have started to stream down her cheeks and she bites into her lower lip hard. Will she explode? Or collapse on the floor?

“I have to go. You will understand, I promise. Just not… now.” Dallas says before she turns and runs out of the kitchen, out of the house and towards her bike.

Behind her she hears mom call for her. The heart aches in Dallas’ chest underneath the tee and biker jacket and her throat stings from suppressed crying. Mom will understand. When all this is over and Eddie’s name has been cleared, and Chrissy’s death has been solved, she WILL understand!

Without looking back Dallas starts to pedal. Irated at herself for letting guilt clasp around her heart like a weakling, she begins to cry again. The bike whizzes past parked cars, road crossings and trees rustling like tambourines in the wind. Most of all, Dallas thinks about Jack. Fuck, she should’ve at least tried to contact him. He could’ve talked to mom and dad, or at least say that she was alright. He would understand, she is convinced of that.

Outside Bradley’s Big Buy she stumbles off the bike, leans it against the shop window and hurries inside. On autopilot, she rushes around the aisles and picks up bread, peanut butter and a six-pack. As she’s about to turn around, she bumps into someone.

“Oh, sorry I-” The words get stuck on the way out of her mouth as she sees who she has run into.

Wayne Munson.

“No worries.”

They look at each other. His face is furrowed and his hair is thinning. At first glance he looks stern and sullen, but when she dares to meet his gaze, his eyes look sad. Dallas swallows hard. Here he is, without knowing what happened to his nephew that he clearly has a strong bond to, the closest thing Eddie has to a parent. Should she say something?

“Yeah.” She manages to push forward a faint smile. “I- I’m sorry about…” The words get stuck in her mouth. “I gotta go.”

Without looking back at Mr. Munson, Dallas hurries in the direction of the cash register. She feels like she’s going to throw up. She couldn’t bring herself to say anything. Just as with mom, the chances of her tattling would endanger Eddie even more.

With a stabbing pain of anxiety on the right side of her chest, Dallas drops the goods on the counter. The cashier, a twenty-something guy with a face stained with acne-scars and eyes as red as the irritated pimple that it looks like he’s spent a good few minutes trying to pop, watches her lazily. Slowly he starts to scan as Dallas looks around, hoping she won’t run into someone else she knows, or the cops.

“That’s 7,52.”

Without meeting his baked gaze, afraid to get second-handedly high by his red eyes, Dallas hollers up some dollar bills and puts them down on the checkout counter.

“Keep the change.” She says.

“You wanna go to a party?”

“Eh, no.” Dallas looks up and frowns.

“Cool.” He nods and starts to collect the bills. “That’s… awesome.”

“You high or something?” Dallas throws the bread down her backpack.

Could this day get any worse?

The stoner-cashier shrugs.

“Maybe.” He admits. “You wanna make out behind the trash bins then? I’d give you the fiver back if you say yes.”

Dallas grimaces.

“Ew!”

“Ey, that’s not nice.” He replies. ”I have a way with girls.” 

“Hm.”

Sure, and pigs can fly? Dallas sends off a smile that feels a lot more like a grimace. She suspects his way with women is to make them run screaming in the opposite direction. Quickly she collects the six-pack and hurries out of the store before she runs into Wayne Munson again or the cashier starts to make more icky suggestions.

On her way out of town, she makes one last pitstop.

The street outside the funeral home it’s calm and quiet when Dallas hits the brakes and puts her feet down on the curb on the other side of the road. The sun is on its way down. When she’ll be back at Lovers Lake it will be dark. From her spot underneath a broken street light, she can see into the wide open double doors.

There’s some stragglers left inside, all dressed in black with bowed heads and stern expressions on their faces. A photo of Chrissy is standing straight ahead in the corridor at the front. Chrissy is smiling back at her in her cheerleader uniform from the enlarged portrait, placed on a black easel at the front of the podium. Dallas would’ve preferred if they’d picked a different picture. Chrissy was so much more than the head cheerleader of a mediocre high school basketball team; more than the green and orange; more than ‘go team’ and crazy-ass deadly jumps. She was the star of the show without a doubt, but she was also the kindest, funniest and most compassionate friend one could have, with the entire world at her feet. The cheerleading part was just a small portion, a side note in Chrissy’s life, if only it hadn’t ended so quickly.

It’s for you Chris, Dallas thinks and squeezes the handles on the bike, while swallowing hard and pushing another gush of tears back into her tear ducts. She’ll have to save them for later.

“I will make this right for you Chris.” Dallas whispers.

With one last look into the funeral home and the portrait, Dallas puts her foot on the pedal and kicks off from the side of the curb, heading back towards Lovers Lake.

Eddies POV:

*Clonk*

The velvety smooth surface of the chestnut hits the rusty soup can and drops to the bottom of it with a ringing sound. Two points! He’s figured out a very simple point system; One point if it hits the rim of the can, two points if it’s a solid, clean hit and minus one point if he misses. In his hand he’s got four more chestnuts. Soon he’ll have to crawl around the floorboards to collect them again.

As soon as Dallas went out the front door and ran over the road, Eddie turned and snuck out the back door and into the boathouse. As he closed the door behind him of the drafty building the feeling of déjà vu hit from his first night out there.

He’d abandoned his van at a desolated, overgrown parking lot to a walking trail about 1,5 miles away from the cabin. He’d parked there lots of times before, after leaving Rick’s place to sleep the haze off before going back home to Wayne. For a while he sat there, just hyperventilating and trying to get a grip around the situation. Of course at that point that was completely impossible, so instead he broke down in tears against the steering wheel. As soon as he’d calmed down somewhat he climbed out of the van, locked it with trembling fingers and started to walk in the direction of Rick’s place. The decision to head to Rick’s house happened instinctively; he knew he’d be alone out there since Rick had screwed up and got himself locked up again.

*Clonk*

Two more points. Eddie strokes the second chestnut inside his hand. The soft surface has turned warm towards his palm.

Wading through the tangled, overgrown grass in the roadside ditch was an effort in itself, but the fight or flight-reaction kept him going. As he finally arrived, the area around Lovers Lake and the cabin was completely dark and desolate. As always he didn’t have to find some hidden key underneath a garden rock or the door mat; Rick was of the light-hearted opinion that locked doors meant locking out exciting opportunities. Probably that wasn’t what he thought when the police, without knocking, went in and found him on the couch with a considerable amount of weed a few weeks ago.

The house was left just as when he left it; as messy as always. To calm his nerves somewhat, Eddie found Rick’s stash of beer, some food that he could eat raw and snuck out to the boat house.

*Clonk*

A miss. It was also his last chestnut. Now he’s got to crawl around and find them again.

“Son of a…” Eddie sighs and drops back towards the wall.

Resigned, he looks at the radio. Still no word from Henderson or the others. Dallas’ been gone for a few hours, a few more than he’d hoped. His nerves are going wild with anticipation and worry and his stomach growls loudly with hunger.

What if something’s happened to them? What if Vecna’s got Max? What if Wheeler and Buckley’s mission to Penhurst fails? What if Jason finds Dallas, or if her parents put her in house arrest so that she won’t fall victim to Eddie “the freak” Munson?

The excruciating feeling of hopelessness returns, an emotion he hasn’t felt in a few days. It disappeared as Dallas came into the picture and decided to stay with him. Having her here with him made him feel less alone, made him feel better even though the situation hasn’t improved the slightest - on the contrary. Now when she’s gone and he’s alone again with his thoughts and worries, everything gets a dark, dull filter.

“Dustin?” He pleads into the radio, hoping that someone will answer.

All he needs is a minute or two where someone talks back to him, updates him or tells him that they’re doing their best solving this shit show. But no one replies. Just white noise. With a deep sigh he drops his head towards the wall behind him.

“Think positive, goddammit.”

With force, clenching all of his facial muscles, Eddie closes his eyes, searches his mind for positive things to think about. It will be alright. When all this is over it’s gonna be like before, mostly. Hopefully with one, but very large, improvement. Dallas Daisy Haze.

As the heat begins to sprout in his chest, a dark cloud of worry sweeps over his mind as the “what if’s” appears. What if this is it for them? As in approximately 48 hours of total bliss before it runs out into nothing. Letting it all go isn’t an option now; he’s in too deep. He’s gotta tell Dallas how he feels, if that hasn’t already been made clear.

On the other hand she did ask him to go with her to the Van Halen concert and Maiden, but what if that won’t happen either?

“You gotta tell her, Munson.” He spurs himself. “You’re a fool if you don’t. A fool-” He sighs, softly bangs his head against the wall. “-and a coward.”

If anything, he’s gotta tell her before he’s locked up for the rest of his life. That’s what’s gonna happen if Steve, Robin, Max, Dustin and Lucas won’t make any progress with their crazy mission to the asylum.

Again Eddie has to force the fearful thoughts of a small, cold cell and only seeing Wayne though a thick pane away, to prevent himself from losing it completely. He repeats positive things in his life inside his head; game night’s with Hellfire Club, band practice in Gareth’s garage, the gigs at the Hideout, graduating high school, making Wayne damn proud, Dallas, his new acquaintance with Robin, Max, Nancy- he might even consider hanging out with pretty rich-boy Steve Harrington… IF it’s true he’s evolved into less of a douche.

There’s lots of good things to look forward to, things that are worth fighting for. He’s just gotta hold himself together until then.

Eddie flinches and is ripped out of his mindful state when he hears a vehicle approaching. Quickly he ducks under the window, behind the oars leaned up against the wall. Carefully he peeks out of the dirty window. Dallas can't be back yet. Could it be Harrington and the others?

What he sees is a black Cherokee Pioneer parked at the other side of the road from the cabin. Out of the car steps Jason and two of his teammates from the basketball team, wearing black suits, polished shoes and black ties. It strongly resembles a mafia scene, especially the baseball bats in their hands makes Eddie swallow hard with fear.

Why are they here? How the hell did they find out about this place? Someone must’ve blown the gaff about Rick being Eddie’s supplier. It probably wasn’t difficult to figure out. Holding his breath, Eddie watches as the group walks towards the brown house next to the boat house, passing the overgrown, dead flower beds and up to the small, covered porch.

“Shit. Shit…” Eddie mutters.

Crouching, he hurries to the other window, which faces the west side and the rear of the house. He has a bad feeling they won’t leave until they’ve turned the house upside down in search of him or leads on his whereabouts. Feverishly Eddie grabs the radio. They have to come and get him, now!

”Hey, Dustin!” He hisses into the walkie. ”You there?”

No answer. Of course.

”It’s Eddie. You remember me?” Eddie tries into the silent radio, while moving out of sight from the windows. “Hello?”

Still no answer. He feels how panic induced sweat starts to run down his back.

”Hey, if anyone’s there, I really think I might be in a bit of trouble here. Okay?”

Still no answer.

”Wheeler?”

He smacks the radio with the palm of his hand.

”Anybody?!” Eddie implores.

Nobody answers. Eddie rests his forehead towards the speaker, then explodes.

“Son of a bitch!”

In a fit of rage he throws the radio into a pile of sacks and junk. Shaking with frustration he clasps his hands behind his head and paces the boathouse, desperately trying to figure out what to do. But no eureka-moment appears.

With growing concern, he grabs the radio and sneaks up to the window. He can see them move around the house, searching every room and turning on lights. Outside the sun is going down. He doesn’t know how long he sits there, but the next time he looks at his wrist watch, the clock has struck nine and Jason and the others haven’t left. The only source of light beside the lights from Rick’s cabin is the milky white moon, mirroring into the lake and spreading a cool, eerie light over the area. Still he hasn’t caught a sight of Dallas, luckily, and he hasn’t heard a word from the others.

”Dustin?” Eddie repeats for probably the hundredth time. ”Please! Are you there?”

What is he going to do? Should he leave the boathouse, run towards the abandoned car and pray to higher powers that they forgot to take the keys out? Should he flee into the forest? He cannot stay here.

His flickering, desperate gaze lands on the tarp-covered boat. It’s a crazy idea, but what else can he do? He gives the device in his hand once last chance to change his mind, but no sound comes out of it.

“Nevermind.”

With the radio in his hand he hurries over to the boat and rips the tarp from it. Will it hold? He’s never seen Rick use it for anything else than hiding his stash products when he was struck with weed-induced paranoia.

Eddie takes a quick look, searches for holes or signs that indicate that the boat won’t sink as soon as it touches water. But it looks okay. Carefully, he hoists the boat down by its ropes into the water. He grabs one of the ores, jumps down into the boat and releases it from the ropes. Then he puts the ore into the water and starts to paddle from side to side like a canoe.

Once when he was thirteen Wayne took him out canoeing at the Eno river during a weekend camping trip. Besides grilling marshmallows over open fire and sleeping in a tent, reading comics inside his sleeping bag, canoeing was the third best part of the trip. But that was different; that was a real canoe, not a small boat.

Even though he’s stronger now than when he was twelve, it’s fucking hard to make the darn boat move forward. But soon he gets a hang of it. The tricky part is to do it quietly. While doing his best on that part, Eddie repeats his makeshift plan in his mind; he’ll have to paddle ashore on the other side, then run like hell. Where doesn’t mind, as long as he puts as many miles between himself and Jason’s gang as possible. He’ll get in touch with the others sooner or later, hopefully, and Dallas will understand.

He stops to paddle for a brief moment; what about Dallas. He’s about to paddle away from the place where she thinks he is still at, where she left him a couple of hours ago. Dallas will walk right into the hands of Jason and his mates, who won’t look between the fingers of her being out there on her own. Despite her stone cold manner, Eddie has no idea how she handles a stressful and potentially dangerous situation.

”Hey, Freak!”

Eddie’s heart drops in his chest and he turns around. Jason and Patrick are standing at the shore, looking out at him. Even though it’s dark, Eddie can see Jason’s eyes burn with wrath; the fury in his eyes is noticeable even though the distance between them is tangible.

”Where do you think you’re going?!” Jason shouts.

Shit!

Eddie throws himself toward the engine. Fuck it! It doesn’t matter if anyone hears him now, he has to flee for his life. With shaky fingers, he grabs hold of the line connected to the start engine and pulls. Nothing. No rumbling engine noise.

”Come on!” Eddie shouts at the engine that just sputters in reply. ”Just… come on…” Eddie pleads towards the dead object that refuses to make the boat move forward. ”…you piece of shit!”

He pulls again, only causing it to splutter once more. This can’t be happening. Not now.

”Come on!” Eddie pats on the engine as if it was a dog. “Gotta help me out here!”

A loud, wet splatter makes him look up from the striking engine. Jason and Patrick are wading out into the water. Jason’s running and the water splashes around him as he dives into the darkness and starts to crawl.

”Come on, you piece of shit!” Eddie shouts at the engine.

The engine revs and coughs weakly as Jason starts to come closer, but it doesn’t work. It’s dead.

”Goddamnit!” Eddie shouts and drops the line. ”Nope? Okay! All right then, okay!”

That’s it! He returns to the ore and starts to paddle again, but while he shouted at the motor to co-operate, Jason and Patrick have caught up with him. How fast he ever paddles, they will get to him. Eddie stops and turns around.

“Hey, stay back, man!” He shouts, waving the ore around him. “I said stay away!”

Jason’s just a few swim strokes from the engine, but Patrick’s 10 feet behind him, looking around the water without moving.

“Come on!” Jason shouts at him. “We almost got him!”

Patrick doesn’t answer. It’s as if he doesn’t hear Jason. Eddie stops waving the ore around. What’s wrong?

“Hey, Patrick!” Jason shouts, now in a concerned tone. “Patrick?”

With a jerk, Patrick disappears below the surface with such speed that he has no time to react.

“Patrick!”

What the heck was that? With sweat dripping down his forehead and a tight grip around the ore, Eddie looks around the dark lake with a pulse the same speed as a fighter jet. Patrick’s nowhere to be seen. Just dark, frightening water.

“Hey, Patrick!” Jason shouts again, kicking around the water.

Eddie should seize the moment and get a head start, paddling for all he’s worth away from there. But he can’t move. He’s frozen in fear. Something’s wrong, he can feel it.

“Patrick!? Patrick!” Jason shouts.

It strikes him like lightning. It can’t be anything else than it. Not again, Eddie just has time to think, before something shoots out of the water. Patrick. Eddie flinches violently and lets out a startled gasp, loses his balance and falls helplessly out of the boat and breaks the water's surface. Feverishly and terrified, he kicks around and feels the burning pain as water finds its way down into his lungs. Coughing and gasping for air, he comes over the surface of the water and spits at least a gallon of water out.

The first thing he sees is Patrick; five or six meters above the water, Patrick becomes suspended in the air, still and flaccid like a marionette puppet on invisible strings. It's like everything is playing on repeat inside Eddie’s head. Chrissy, slowly levitating towards the ceiling in the trailer, dead in the eyes, unreachable in a trance.

He can only watch as what happened to Chrissy happens to Patrick. The snapping sound of joints and the cracking of bones. The legs pointing in unnatural positions, as are the arms. He wants to scream and get the hell out of there as fast as he can, but his body can’t move, besides kicking around the water to prevent himself from sinking to the bottom of the lake.

And just as with Chrissy in the trailer, the invisible cords holding the now broken body up in the air are cut and Patrick’s body falls towards the water. The impact as the limp, broken body hits the surface of the dark water is painful. That’s when the panic releases its grip around Eddie. He won’t stay here a second more. With a racing heart beat and tears stuck in his throat, he swims back towards the boat. Desperately he climbs up into it, weighed down by the weight of his wet clothes. He tumbles into the boat and gropes blindly for the oar. Instead he gets a hold of the line to the engine and pulls.

“Holy shit-” He pants in falsetto as the engine coughs and starts to sputter.

The boat starts to move forward and he clings to the handle with one thought in mind - to get the hell out of there. With one last look back he gets a glimpse of Jason, disappearing underneath the water surface, probably to retrieve Patrick.

He doesn’t get very far before the engine starts to cough. Shortly thereafter it dies again and Eddie has to start paddling again. With his sights set on a small sandbar, he paddles so that his arms burn. The boat crashes through the sandy bottom a short distance from land. Eddie jumps out into the cold water and drags the boat up onto the beach. As he looks out over the lake, towards the cabin he sees someone crawl up on shore, Jason, dragging something behind. He trips and falls, pulling Patrick’s body up the sloping landside.

A lump grows in Eddie’s throat. His legs collapse underneath him and with trembling hands he pulls out the radio from the inner pocket of his jacket.

“For fuck-!” He swears as he sees the drenched radio. Desperately he starts to press all the buttons. “Hello!? Dustin, hello!?”

No use, it’s completely dead.

“Shit!” Eddie sputters, then he feels the rage bubble up inside. “Shit, shit, shit, SHIT!”

With all the force he’s able to produce after having to paddle over the lake, he throws the radio in a wide arc into the darkness.

He’s knee high in trouble now. From across the lake Eddie can hear faint, roaring cries from Jason as he -all in vain- tries to awake Patrick. You fool, Eddie thinks.

He’s gotta get out of here. Soon the area will be crowded with cops and people. On shaky legs he gets up from the ground and starts to run into the forest, away from the milky white moonlight.

The soaked clothes weigh him down and it clunks as soon as he sets his foot towards the uneven ground, scattered with roots, twigs and stones. All he can think about is getting as far away from the lake as possible. So far away from whatever it is that seems to be haunting him. He’s pumped up, completely exhausted, but he refuses to stop. With his hand pressed hard against the painful hold in his side, Eddie trudges on through the snarling, dark forest. Every sound makes him wince in fear.

Ever since he escaped the trailer, he has had a million different images of the unknown monster, Vecna. One more frightening than the other. Is Vecna in their world? Is he prowling around in the dark in the woods? Is he invisible? Is it even a male?

Eddie brakes hastily as he glimpses a dim light further ahead. It must be the moon. He begins to approach the edge of the forest. The closer he gets to the light, he sees that it reflects against tarmac. Must be the road to Hawkins from Lovers Lake. If he crosses it and continues through the forest on the other side, he might be able to find the railway and follow that. Where to is of less importance. He speeds up and charges even more when he gets out of the vegetation and puts his left foot on the road.

A swooshing sound and a jingling ringing tone makes Eddie press the heels of his sneakers into the tarmac in the middle of the road and turn his head to the left. In the milliseconds he’s got to react he can only think and whisper one thing.

“Shit.”

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I’m going to have to do these until they finish this dang castle, aren’t I? Favourite moments of Joe and Cleo’s paper model stream Part 4!

Cleo (after Zloyxp tried to raid her stream): You should be able to raid me Zloy. In case you’re wondering. You should be able to. If you cannot, well…Cam will check it out.

Joe: Yeah, you can turn off being raidable. But, Zloy, that makes me feel way better about you raiding me knowing you tried to raid Cleo and it failed. Thanks.

Cleo: *laughing*

Joe (bitter): Thanks a lot for that. My—my heart, uh, so full of so many things. Right now.

Cleo: *wheezing*

Zloyxp (in chat): Pix doesn’t play favourites, I do.

Joe: *experiencing technical difficulties*

Cleo: You doing ok Joe?

Joe: …Umm…nooo…

Joe: I usually do a pumpkin carving stream every year.

Cleo: I knew about that, I knew about that. (reading chat) I’m not going to buy a gourd and carve it for you Cam. No. I mean, we were watching something called like “the greatest pumpkin carvers” or something like that the other day.

Joe: Oh, then you’re familiar with my work.

SILENCE

Cleo: …You can’t see my face.

Joe: *laughing* No, I can’t, but I’m sure it’s—it’s—

Cleo: It’s definitely a picture.

Cleo: Now comes the bending of all the little flaps.

Joe (singing to the tune of the Monster Mash): She bent the flaps!

Both singing: She bent the castle flaps!

Cleo: The castle flaps!

Joe: …They’re like folding tabs!

Cleo: *laughing* I can’t do any more. I wish I could. Just not as fast at that as you are.

Joe: Ah, you know, it’s just practice Cleo.

Cleo: Yeah, you say that, but—but you’d have to have a situation to practice in?

Joe: I mean, if you wanted to do a songwriting stream one day, we could go through things like how to brainstorm, how to determine what’s a viable vs. an inviable idea. How to, you know, kind of workshop things--

Cleo: Joe, I’ve listened to some of your songs. I don’t think you know what a viable and inviable idea is.

Joe: I didn’t say commercially viable.

Joe: *singing the entirety of Weird Al -The Saga Begins*

Joe: (cutting himself off) Anyway, I’ll stop.

Cleo: That’s ok!

Joe: Cause you’re streaming. If you were not streaming, I would—… (Trails off)

Cleo: I’m ok with you doing that, its fine. It’s—It’s fine. It’s fine.

Joe: *immediately continues singing*

Cleo (15 seconds later): *quietly joins in*

Cleo (reading chat): How old do I think Joe is? Joe is about 6 years younger than I am. Ish.

Joe (knowing exactly what he’s doing): Oh! So kind of comparable to Anakin and Padme in Star Wars. *trying not to laugh* For those of you keeping track at home.

Cleo: *Throwing her knife down* Really? Really? That’s what you’re doing to me?

Joe: *uncontrollable laughter*

Cleo: Yeah, yeah. Are we—are we feeding the shippers again today, Joe? Is that what we’re doing?

Joe: I mean, I think technically we were already doing that by singing the Star Wars song at all. So I was just gonna, like, lampshade it. Like, I don’t feel like that’s more fuel on the fire. I feel like that’s just a shade on the lamp.

Cleo (reading chat): “I’ve always thought of Joe and Cleo as being more like Jar Jar and Padme” *laughing uncontrollably*

Joe (Jar Jar voice): Me’s a Joe Joe Hills!

Cleo: *physically choking*

Joe: You know though, you laugh now, but when I’m in the senate—

Cleo: When you’re in the senate, I’ll be dying of complications during childbirth, that’s what’ll be happening.

Joe: *trying not to laugh* Yeah, it’s like “we can replace a severed hand, but god forbid you have two children at once!”

Cleo (about her cat): She’s just howling so I pay attention to her. I mean, I get that. Someone’s ignoring you.

Joe: Oh, is that why you’re always shrieking during Hermits Helping Hermits!

LONG SILENCE...

Cleo: ...We’re not friends anymore Joe.

Cleo (reading chat): “Been listening to Cleo threaten people since 2016.” *laughing* Yeah, that’s—that’s, that’s kind of a thing.

Joe: But it goes way further back than that.

Cleo: *laughing* How long have we known each other now?

Joe: I’m getting a lot of messages saying I have nice hands. Feel free to be more descriptive than using the word “nice”. You know, you can say “elegant”, you can say—

Cleo: “nice” is a nothing word. It means nothing!

Joe: Yeah, nice is—nice is a little bit weak. So, chat, you know—

Cleo: UP YOUR ROMANCE GAME!

Joe (dejected): No, it’s fine. It’s fine…

Cleo: *laughing* “It’s fine!” He says through tears.

Joe (with anguish): I’m not gonna cry, because the model will get wet.

Joe: We just got a tip from Cameron who says “your hands look delicious”. Thank you very much Cameron. That’s going to put us 2 away from our next face camera expansion.

Cleo: That’s a very zombie emotion. Well done.

Joe: Oh! I thought it was—uh, ok. It’s a zombie thing, nevermind!

Cleo (quickly): *laughing* It’s not! It’s not! it’s no—!

Joe: Well, you know, some people—

Cleo (receiving a mysterious package from Corpse mid stream): Should I open this on stream Corpse, is the question.

Joe: It’s like, do I need to set the mature filter on? Are there a lot of pictures of hunky boys in here?

SILENCE

Cleo (holding a mug with a picture of Garrus in front of the camera): Wow… *wheeze laughing* It says “Garrus Vakarian is my space boyfriend” *laughing continues*

Joe: I don’t know what that means, but ok.

Cleo: This is the character that I’ve been romancing in Mass Effect.

Joe: Oh, so there is a picture of a hunky boy!

Cleo (trying to justify herself): It—i—hunky boy alien, yeah, but—

Joe (not buying it at all): Uh huh

(Cleo’s partner in chat: Imma fight a mug.)

Joe (responding to chat): Cleo is in England right now, and I am in Nashville Tennessee. So, we’re both on a call together.

Cleo: Yeah…it’s probably safer, because if we were to meet the world would possibly end. Just out of spite.

Joe: Yeah, it’s one of those, uh—

Cleo: Demonic pacts. It’s one of those demonic pact things.

Cleo (in response to Joe’s suggestion regarding her itchy face): I mean, I appreciate your solutions, I’m not sure they are actually solutions. More “solutions”.

Joe: Well, I mean, usually when you air quotes the word “solution”, it’s like you’re indicating like, yah know “oh, you cut the break lines” type thing. Which is not how far I was going.

Cleo: You basically suggested getting a really sharp mammal. And putting it near my face.

Joe: To snuggle!

Cleo: Because everything has to be chroma green. Because how else would Joe be obnoxious to people if it wasn’t the chroma green?

Joe: Yeah I know! Also I got new glasses! *giggling*

Cleo: You’re very pretty Joe.

Joe (adorably): Thank you Cleo.

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #ZombieCleo #zombie cleo #joe hills #joehills

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hello!!can you do a part two of your Yandere!Tommy x Reader x Yandere!Tubbo Headcanons/Fic ?! i loved it!!

It amazes me how this became a fan favourite OVERNIGHT like daaaaamn!

This one is gonna be split into parts around the end, so like what happens if you choose Tubbo/Tommy/Neither/Both

(f/l) = first letter of your name

(N/n) = nickname

(f/f) = Favourite flowers

Eggpire does not exist

ALSO. The last Route (Neither) I wrote is shorter because apparently, Tumblr wants to crash after you surpass 10k words, but I could write a continuation fic of Neither that might turn into another x reader? Just platonic? Not sure. Remember, I will always write a continuation of a fic if ever asked.

TW: Yandere, Explosions, Burns, Scars, Manipulation, Mention of Painkillers and being drowsy on them, brief mention of collapsing

Part one

Yandere!Tommy x GN!Reader x Yandere!Tubbo Headcanon/Fic Part 2

Tommy was furious to see you spending time with anyone that wasn’t him.

But seeing you having an early morning coffee with Ranboo??? Tubbo’s husband???

He was about to light the damn house on fire he was so pissed! That’s not even exaggerating, he would’ve and had you live with him! Although he wouldn’t let you know he did it.

Poor Ranboo was trembling so bad, genuinely fearing for his canon lives.

You quickly got up and stood in Tommy’s sight, prevent him from glaring at your tall friend, although he still didn’t look happy.

Before anyone could say anything else, Tubbo stormed through the door with his sword in his hand and teeth violently grit together.

“So... You weren’t trying to throw me off by writing about going to see them in your memory book,” Tubbo growled softly at his husband causing Ranboo to desperately pull his memory book closer to his chest, tears brimming his eyes. You could understand why, his best friend went through his memory book without his knowledge and possibly went through his other things in an attempt to figure out what he was doing.

“I guess neither of you are loyal...” Tommy grumbled with a roll of his eyes, causing Tubbo to give him a hard jab in the ribs, “Ow! Bloody hell, mate! I’m just saying both of you are going for them without even breaking up first!”

“It’s platonic!” Both Tubbo and Ranboo stated although Ranboo’s voice came out as a tiny and meek protest, rather than Tubbo’s annoyed growl. Clearing his throat awkwardly, Ranboo put his crown back on his head, “I’m-I’m not interested in chasing them, so no... I was just talking to them...” He visibly shrank in on himself as the two boys glared darkly at him, “I... Should go...”

“Hold up.” You pointed at him, making the tall and lanky male stay seated in his spot while you turned back to Tubbo and Tommy, “I know why Ranboo is here. I know why he,” You pointed to Tommy, “Is here. He always kicks down my door early in the morning to do some crazy things. But why are you here?” Moving your finger to point at Tubbo, you noticed his look immediately softened upon you turning your attention towards him.

His cheeks became a light pink and his goat ears fluttered slightly as he put his sword away, “Am I not allowed to visit?” There. There was one of the mood switches and manipulation Ranboo warned you about. “Tommy invited me to L’Manberg, and I heard my beloved platonic husband was in the area as well. Plus Tommy left the door open.”

You blinked a bit, caught off guard by the fact that Tubbo completely brushed over the fact that he was here because he had read Ranboo’s memory book, “Oh, I see... Then shall we all go mining today? We’d be able to get a lot more ores than before!” You smiled, pretending that your two friends didn’t kick down your door and threaten the man who was just trying to protect you.

“With Tubbo and Ranboo?” Tommy growled out in disgust at the thought of you spending time with them, “But (Y/n)! We always go mining on Thursday mornings! It’s our thing. Between just US! Aka, not Tubbo and Ranboo...”

“I- uh, have a meeting with Techno and Phil later today, so I can’t go. Sorry, (Y/n)...” Ranboo murmured, although you could tell by the shakiness of his voice that he wanted nothing more than to run and hide in his panic room.

“I’d love to go!” Tubbo chirped softly, ignoring the audible noise of disgust and annoyance that Tommy made, “Let me just get my stuff from my enderchest.” He walked over to your enderchest and opened it. You didn’t mind too much as you gave everyone full permission to make themselves at home in your house, but you were just a bit shaken up at the moment.

Ranboo quickly got up and scurried out the door, giving you an odd look as he passed by. He looked... Guilty, but his smile was sad and soft, but seemingly affectionate. You knew he would help if these two were scaring you too much.

The two boys brought you to an unpopular mine in the DreamSMP that was filled to the brim with ores.

They were quick to take down any and all mobs that came within any sort of distance to you, recklessly charging without a second thought in attempts to protect you.

While there was intense amounts of fear and tension circling through your veins because of this morning, you did quickly grow to have fun with the banter between these two.

Even Tommy and Tubbo were having fun bickering, almost seeming to forget the fact that they were in a war with each other. Almost.

The constant fluttering of their hearts and warmth on their cheeks was an easy reminder of what they were fighting for.

Every single ore, gemstone and pretty rock that you looked at, the boys would immediately pick up and put in their bags so you didn’t have to carry it.

When Tommy began to whine about being hungry, you wanted to go back to the surface to eat the food you had packed, but they both thought that was too far.

So, you suggested sitting down in the abandoned mineshaft you had discovered.

“Ooh!” Tubbo squeaked, his ears wiggling as he turned the corner of the mineshaft, “There’s a ravine over here! Let’s eat by the light of the lava so we don’t waste all our torches!”

“Finally! I’m starving!” Tommy tossed his ore-filled bag off of his shoulder and set it against the wall. Once you spread out the thick blanket you had brought on the ground, he plopped himself down and set down his shield and sword, “What do you have for food today, Big/Little (F/l)?”

You hummed as Tubbo sat himself down on the other side of you with a yawn, likely not used to getting up early, “I have... Sandwiches, some fruit slices, berries, y’know, the usual. You tired, Tubbo?” Glancing over at the brunet, you saw him rubbing his eyes with the long sleeve of his brown and yellow striped sweater that you had made him when he first travelled to Snowchester.

“Little bit, yeah. Can I lay against you? Just for a little bit?” He asked softly as you handed Tommy a sandwich, which he practically inhaled in seconds. Once you gave a nod of approval, the smaller boy laid down and curled up with his head against your lap.

Tommy grumbled in annoyance and without thinking much, laid down as well with his head against your leg too. When you gave him a small questioning look as this was highly out character for him, but he simply just mumbled about how you were definitely more comfortable than the rocks.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there, unconsciously playing with their hair as you glanced around the stone walls for any untouched ores, but by now both boys were asleep and you didn’t feel like waking them up. Taking your time, you began to consider your situation now that you knew both boys were smitten with you and practically willing to hurt anyone who came in contact with you.

Tubbo’s mood switches scared you, a lot, and you were worried that him being the nice and blushing boy you had met a few years ago was nothing but an act and that all the gifts were an attempt to lure you in or distract you from his violent tendencies. You had watched him walk into your house, eyes blank and filled with rage towards his platonic soulmate for talking to you without his knowledge, and you were worried that soon that rage would be directed at you for doing something he didn’t like.

Tommy’s violent tendencies were just as scary though, so he wasn’t in the clear in your eyes either. While he did shape up a lot from when you first met, he still had a tendency to bark insults at you and hurt your feelings, which you hope is unintentional. He also often tried to threaten people and keep them away from you, like Eret or Niki who got yelled at and a tad bit injured after they had given you gifts or offered to bring you somewhere cool... They didn’t really spend time with you anymore after that... You missed them and didn’t want the same thing to happen to Ranboo.

But, this couldn’t go on forever. You couldn’t just run... and you knew very well that rejecting either of the two would cause the other to lash out severely, to the point where the one you chose, you, and your friends were in major trouble. It’s not like you could choose both right? ...Right? Then again... Choosing both would potentially cause tension to stir up again between the two best friends.

Your train of thought was violently derailed when you heard a hard thud a few meters in front of you. With a small gasp, you looked up and saw a creature of varying different shades of green slowly looking around before a few more thuds followed behind it. Before you could even think of waking the two boys, the green creature began to run at you quickly with its four legs.

A creeper.

A terrified cry left your lips and suddenly the weight on your lap vanished. Now awake, Tommy immediately grabbed his shield and used it alongside his body weight to slam into the creeper backwards into a small horde of zombies that had dropped down with it. “Get up you dumbass! Are you tryin’ to die?!” The blond yelled at you as Tubbo, who had also sprung up at the sound of your fear, began firing arrows at the group of mobs.

Once you got over your shock, you grabbed your axe and shield before quickly jumping to your feet and charging into battle. The zombie you had chosen to fight gurgled and swiped and gnashed its teeth together at you as you used your shield to block its hits. Backing up a few steps, you slashed your axe at the undead mob and took out its bottom jaw with the black blade, gleaming with an enchantment that set the creature on fire. The smell of burning rotten flesh caused you to gag and scrunch up your nose before you used your shield to shove it into the pit of lava at the bottom of the ravine.

Laughing softly in triumph, you turn around to help Tubbo and Tommy, only to let out another gasp of shock as you saw the very creeper that had been shoved away earlier had now returned with a vengeance. And it was mere inches away from your face.

There wasn’t much you could do except barely raise your shield in time to block a good majority of the explosion from damaging your body, launching chunks of stone outwards and off the edge of the ravine.

And you as well.

“(Y/n)!!!” Tubbo’s voice echoed through the stone cavern as you felt yourself get launched backwards before beginning to fall, gravity quickly beginning to grasp onto you and drag you down towards the lava below.

Reaching out, to grab onto anything that would stop you from falling, but to no avail. Your mind barely registered Tommy and Tubbo running towards you before you shut your eyes tightly, silently praying to whatever or whoever to save you.

Then you stopped dead in the air, something wrapped around your arms and hands.

Taking a deep breath, you opened your eyes and looked up to see the human and a goat hybrid that had been laying with their heads in your lap just minutes ago, were now desperately grasping one arm each, preventing you from falling to the end of one of your canon lives. Both of their blue eyes were filled with tears that were dripping down their faces and hitting the molten rock at the bottom of the ravine as they struggled to pull you up.

Once you felt the solid ground below you, you finally managed to take a few breaths to calm yourself down as you felt tight arms wrap around you on either side, barely able to comprehend the sobs of terror from your savours. The dull burning and throbbing pain on your cheek were enough to bring you down to reality and carefully wrap your arms around the two wailing teens as they desperately clung to you, almost as if you were going to vanish right below their fingertips.

Tommy was the first to gather himself and pull himself away from your good shoulder and rub his eyes free of tears to look at the new injuries covering your body and your busted armour, “F-fuck... We’re gonna have to get you to Phil to get those burns patched up...” He sniffled, trying to act like he wasn’t just bawling his eyes out over you nearly losing a canon life. For once, he didn’t seem to mind Tubbo clinging onto you and wailing into your side as you pet his hair, trying to calm him down.

Tubbo refused to let go of you for the next hour as you travelled out of the mine, his arms desperately wrapped around your waist/shoulders. (Depending on your height)

Tommy also held onto your non-burnt hand, that once held your shield, as he carried yours and his bag, leading you both back the way you came

If another mob came out to fight, it was almost a guarantee that one of them would run forward and the other would lightly push you into a corner, then proceed to block you from view via a shield and their body,

Even if you thought that you were in a decent enough condition to fight, the one shielding you would only look at you sadly and shake their head, saying something about the explosion burns along your (s/t) skin.

Once you had gotten out of the mine, it was around 6pm, and the sun was going down, but luckily Tommy had sent a message to Philza, his father, about the situation, so he was prepared and already at Tommy’s house, which was the closest to the mine.

It wasn’t a long walk, but god you were so exhausted..

It got to the point where Tommy and Tubbo were on either side of you, preventing you from collapsing before you got to the home.

Let’s just say, when they opened the door, Philza was already there and immediately panicked upon seeing the injuries covering the one side of you and the state of your armour. (No you were not wearing the god armour Tubbo gave you.)

One of your cheeks and lower jaw were burnt and bleeding, along with your dominant arm and leg that weren’t behind the shield when the explosion went off.

Tommy Route - Mellohi

Because your home still being near L’Manberg and the Prime Path (In this route), it was easier for Tommy to check up on you while you were healing from your injuries.

While you were bedridden, Tommy was a lot, a lot, quieter when he came into your house, never sure whether or not you were sleeping.

If you weren’t, he would eagerly show you something he found, tell you some drama he heard around the area, or tell you about his day. Or just play Mellohi on constant repeat.

If you were asleep, he would silently walk over and check on your bandages or potion supply, (updating Phil if you were low or bleeding from moving too much), or even sit beside you for a little bit to make sure you wouldn’t just stop breathing out of nowhere.

To say he was scared your entire recovery process would be an understatement.

He would rarely let anyone but Phil check on you, definitely nearly blowing his nerve when Ranboo or Tubbo would walk into your house.

If it was Ranboo, we would definitely get picked up and thrown,

If it was Tubbo, he would try and push him out because he knew that threats wouldn’t work on him.

In the situation that he did push Tubbo out, Tommy would immediately lock the door and stay in there for the next few days

For the more likely situation, because we all know how stubborn that goat is, and he wasn’t able to push Tubbo out, Tommy would subtly put a few drops of the sleeping potion Phil made you, into your drink.

When you began to doze off, Tommy would mention it to Tubbo in the most serious voice he could muster. It always worked, because Tubbo wanted what was best for your health.

The absolute minute that Philza deems you stable enough to get off of bed rest, Tommy is by your side in seconds and trying to encourage you to stand up.

When you do get the nerve to try and stand again, he would immediately be holding your good arm, preventing you from falling if your bad leg suddenly gave out.

In the case that you do collapse from your injuries, he would at first be extremely panicked, but then he’d start calling you insulting names and calling you an idiot.

He would bring you on walks all around the DreamSMP to get you used to walking again but would have no problems sitting down again.

That’s a lie.

He would complain a little bit, but if he saw you were genuinely in a lot of pain, he would just shut up and awkwardly ask what he could do.

If you needed anything for pain, he would straight up run to your home and get it, if they already didn’t have it.

The fact that you’re spending so much time with Tommy absolutely infuriates Tubbo, and he tries to guilt-trip you into spending more time with him.

But then Ranboo tells him that you can barely walk down the Prime Path without wanting to cry from the pain of the burns, and he offers to move back to L’Manberg. Or at least what’s left of it.

This sparks an argument between Ranboo and Tubbo almost immediately, but you’re much too tired to try and stop it, instead quietly asking Tommy if he can help go back to your home or to get them out so you could sleep.

He would be glad to.

Like he would do it, with an absolute goofy smile on his face because he basically gets your permission to have your attention all to himself!

When you’re all healed, your relationship between you and Tommy has practically tripled from what it was.

You’re much closer to him than he was to Tubbo, to the point where he has told you everything.

Even about his exile...

Because of your closeness to him, he somehow got even more protective but also calmed down his threats.

Like, now you could talk to Niki and Eret again, but you were not allowed to leave your house at night alone, especially after mobs have spawned.

Hell sometimes if he’s really paranoid, he’ll go to your house and spend the night just to make sure mobs don’t bang on your door or ruin anything.

He straight up took the time out of his life to fence the property around your house off and fill it with torches so things didn’t spawn in.

Sure he’ll call you slightly insulting names, but he makes sure that they wouldn’t be too painful for you before saying them aloud.

Tubbo still tries to be nice and manipulative, which Ranboo tries to stop, but it’s pretty much worthless at this point.

He’s lost.

He knows it, Ranboo knows it, and Tommy damn well brags about it.

Tubbo does end up crying to you quite a bit about it, but you can understand, he’s heartbroken at this point and can’t do anything about it. Tommy and you know about his manipulation tactics, he couldn’t take Tommy’s last life because it would show up on your communicator, and then you would never love him!

Unfortunately, this does cause him to lash out at Ranboo quite a lot which led to their third divorce. Although this one seems quite a bit more permanent, you never know. (Ranboo took Michael)

One evening, Tommy invited you out of the house oddly enough. Even though mobs would be spawning soon? It greatly confused you.

He even asked you to wear nicer clothing? Like a tux or a dress? Either one or both worked in his eyes.

Honestly, you weren’t sure how you were supposed to fight mobs in a fancy outfit, but you trusted him.

“Tommy?” You asked, opening the door as you smoothed out your clothing with your hands and adjusted your hair a tad bit to your liking. It was shocking to see the tall blond nicely cleaned up and wearing a suit, but it was quite a welcome sight!

He nervously adjusted his red tie before holding out a bouquet of perfect (f/f), and cleared his throat, “You... Uh... Clean up nice. I- uh... No- wait... What did Sam say again?” He murmured to himself, “Ah fuck it... You look nice, (Y/n).”

You chuckled as your cheeks flushed a light pink, happily taking the bouquet filled with your favourite flowers, “I’ll put these in a vase and then we can go where you wanna bring me.” With a smile, you quickly placed the flowers in a glass vase filled with water before going back out with Tommy.

“Sh-shall we? Is that a common phrase to say?” He asked as he held out his arm for you to link with his, a habit he picked up from walking you around while you were healing.

“I suppose we shall. Calm down Tommy, no need to be all fancy and stuff around me.” You chirped with a small smiled as you took his arm, linking it with his, “Now, are you going to tell me where we’re going? Or is this supposed to remain a mystery?”

Tomathy visibly relaxed once you told him he didn’t have to be all professional and fancy, beginning to lead you down the Prime Path, “It’s a secret! I worked hard on it too! So you better be grateful or I’ll kick your ass.” He jokingly threatened, smiling a bit as you laughed at his typical attitude.

He led you down the wooden path, the two of you joking the entire way with a goofy smile across your faces. Tommy then took a sudden turn onto a newly made pathway and lead you down it, never answering any questions about it the entire way, even when the buildings turned into a forest. The pathway was lined with fences, and the trees were filled with small hanging lanterns, not only preventing mobs from spawning but also creating a beautiful fairy forest effect.

Seeing your look of awe, he gave a small sheepish laugh, “You like it? Puffy and Sam helped me out with it for the past few days, but this was my idea! And this isn’t even the best part!” He grinned widely before quickly pulling you along again.

The walk wasn’t very long, but it was extremely beautiful. Eventually, he brought you up to a large hill with a massive oak tree where a beautiful picnic was set up, surrounded by lantern light. Even with the lanterns, you were still able to get a clear view of the starry sky above without a single cloud in sight! “Oh my god... Tommy... This is incredible...”

“Innit? Puffy helped me make all the food, but this was my idea. Unless you don’t like it. Then it was Puffy’s idea.” He joked in an attempt to hide his nervousness as he went to ruffle his hair, but then remembered that he had spent a few hours taming it down, so he decided against it.

“I love it! This is so beautiful!” You looked up at him with a bright and happy smile, making him return it with a soft smile of his own, “Come on, oh! There’s a jukebox!” You eagerly pulled him over to the blanket and sat down, taking a look at all the food that had been set out.

The tall male happily took a disc, Mellohi to be precise, out of the enderchest that had been set beside the jukebox, neatly placing it in and pressing the button to make the music play before he sat down beside you. The two of you began to eat the meal that he helped make, joking, laughing and smiling the entire time, having the time of your life. You leaned your head against his shoulder and smiled up at him as you gently held his hand, making him realize even more how important you were to him.

Mellohi, the same song he lost his friend to, was the same song he was listening to while gaining a new important person in his life. You.

The entire night went on with you two eventually falling asleep at the top of the hill, completely unaware of the brown-haired male leaning against a tree. He desperately grasped his shirt where his heart was as tears poured down his shirt.

Tubbo always liked Cat more than Mellohi...

Tubbo Route - Don’t Let Me Fall

Tubbo was so so glad that he had managed to convince (manipulate) you to live in Snowchester when he did. (In this route)

Somehow managed to convince you to live in the mansion, although it was probably done when you were drowsy on the pain killer potion Phil gave you.

This man would completely ignore his own country to make sure you were well taken care of. Like Ranboo literally had to step into power and start working on things and taking care of Michael.

Speaking of the baby zombie piglin, because you were now bedridden and bored out of your mind, Tubbo frequently brought the child in if Ranboo absolutely demanded that he take over for a bit.

The baby absolutely adored you! The injuries on your body reminded you of the ones he got when he travelled to the overworld, so he didn’t feel alone.

Unfortunately because of your constant pain and drowsiness, Tubbo thought it was best that he stayed in his room. Or maybe that was because he didn’t want him getting close to you too?

It was actually extremely rare for Tubbo to let anyone in to visit you. He actually even got incredibly annoyed when even Phil would come over to restock the potions for you or make sure your wounds were healing.

On a normal day, if you were awake, Tubbo would be blabbering on about some story without a care whether or not you were listening. He would most likely be acting the story out as if it were a play, determined to provide you with as much entertainment by himself as he could.

If you were sleeping, he would also be sleeping, although on a few chairs pushed together in your room. There’s a rare time where he will stay up and watch you to make sure you’re breathing still, but that’s only if he’s really scared and paranoid.

Tommy absolutely REFUSES to even look at Snowchester, so you never really got a chance to thank him for saving you.

Although... Tubbo very actively tries to convince you that Tommy didn’t even come to help you when you had fallen and that you had been in shock so that’s why you didn’t remember correctly.

At first, you didn’t believe him, but eventually, with constant repetition, you slowly saw it as the truth. You genuinely began to believe that Tommy hadn’t pulled you up and that it was only Tubbo that did.

After quite a few weeks, Phil told Tubbo that you could finally get out of bed, but Tubbo asked him if he was 100% sure MANY times.

The goat hybrid actually didn’t want you to get out of bed and start walking again, worried that you get up would leave him, so he wasn’t going to tell you.

But Ranboo was the one who told you.

This led to quite a violent argument between Ranboo and Tubbo, but there was nothing Tubbo could do since you already knew the information he tried to keep from you.

Tubbo started ignoring you, so Ranboo was the one to try and get you used to walking around again, but this lead to the shorter male getting extremely jealous and helping you instead.

He frequently walks you around Snowchester on a strict set schedule, when he knows no one will be out and no mobs will be spawning.

One time, he didn’t expect Tommy to be walking around the snowy forests when he was walking with you, holding your hand to make sure you didn’t lose your balance. At least that’s what he told you.

Tommy looked... Empty, when he saw you both walking together. But his eyes darkened a bit when his blue eyes landed on your hands twinned together.

Tubbo looked a little hostile in your eyes, but he simply just gave Tommy a sharp smile before trying to pull you along as if he didn’t notice the tears beginning to pool in his ex-best friend’s eyes.

Tommy knew he lost right then and there, so he decided to say fuck it and start screaming degrading names at the two of you, catching you greatly off guard, hurting you badly enough to the point where your feelings were more than a little hurt.

When the founder of Snowchester realized that the blond hurt your feelings, he was quick to lash out back at the other man in your defence, but by then you were already walking away, back to the manor.

It took about ten minutes for him to realize that you went back to the mansion, but when he did, he sprinted through the door in an absolute panic before practically pouncing on you the second his eyes caught sight of you.

He protectively wrapped himself around you and whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you quietly rested your head against his shoulder.

After that, You and Tubbo became a lot closer emotionally. To the point where he called you his platonic wife jokingly, although you both knew he didn’t want to add platonic at the beginning.

He began to tell you about everything that weighed heavy on his shoulders, like his death from Technoblade’s fireworks, even to being threatened by Dream during the disc war.

When he noticed that you were genuinely beginning to care about him, his manipulation and jealousy actually began to calm down quite a lot.

You could actually spend time with Michael and Ranboo without anyone getting yelled at by Tubbo and causing him to get ridiculously jealous.

He began to take over his job as the founder of Snowchester, now actually trusting Ranboo to keep you company and even letting him take you outside during the day. But he refused to let you out during the night.

He’s just worried about mobs. Creepers especially.

Everything seems relatively like it was before that one day before Tommy and Tubbo completely lashed out at each other.

Tommy does often try and talk to you when Tubbo isn’t around, but both you and Ranboo try and put a stop to it as quickly as possible,

He’s lost.

He hurt you, and Ranboo couldn’t help but miss how Tubbo used to be, so if keeping Tommy away from you makes Tubbo act normal, he will damn well make sure that Tommy stays countries away from you.

This does cause Wilbur’s younger brother to break down a little bit, which you can genuinely understand, even if you hold a grudge against him for not saving you and yelling at you, you knew he did have feelings for you at one point even if he refused to admit it.

Unfortunately, this does cause quite a bit of pranks and explosions to stir up around Snowchester and the L’Manberg crater, but they stop within a few weeks. Tommy probably got scolded by either Sam, Phil or Puffy,

One morning, Tubbo invited you to spend a day outside of the mansion with him after a heavy snowfall.

He spent almost all morning outside, doing something he refused to tell you about, and when he came in to wake you up, his face was already cherry red from the cold.

How could he even want to go back into the freezing cold without any sort of warm drink or even sitting in front of the fire for a bit!?

“How are you so... Full of energy?” You murmured from behind the bathroom door as you got changed into your warmer clothing for when you do go outside. The door was cracked open a small bit so you could hear Tubbo rambling on and on about how he had a great surprise for you.

“Come on! It’ll be fun!” He was obviously grinning with excitement. When you walked out of the bathroom in your thick clothing and jacket, he bounced up from his spot on the edge of your bed, “Finally! Let’s go! Hurry, before it snows or gets warmer.”

You only nodded curiously and he grabbed your hand, eagerly pulling you out of your room and down the large stairs that lead towards the door. He pushed the large doors open with a bit of difficulty due to the snow piled up, but with your help, you both managed to slip out the door. Tubbo happily grabbed your hand again and began leading you down towards the docks where the water was covered with a thick sheet of ice, “Oh it must’ve got really cold last night... What are you showing me?”

“Over here!” He pulled you over to a large half-sphere made out of snow. He led you over to a hole in the side of it before dropping down to his knees and crawling through the entrance, “Come on!”

Blinking in surprise, you hesitantly followed him inside of the handmade snow building and gave a small gasp of glee as you saw that it was an igloo! The inside had a few blankets on the ground, preventing you from sitting on the icy snow-covered ground, there were a few lanterns placed on small snow hills preventing the small room from being dark, plus there was a small basket of what looked like two thermoses and a bit of food, “Tubbo! Did you build this?”

“I did! I also spent last night building it too!” He grinned widely, his ears wiggling with glee, “But this isn’t even the best part! Check over here!” The brunet shuffled over to another basket before pulling out a pair of white boots with silver blades bolted to the bottoms.

“Ice skates?” You tilted your head a bit as you crawled over and pulled out the pair that looked to be your size, “But I can’t skate...”/”How did you even know I could skate?”

Tubbo only turned his happy grin towards you, “I’ll show you how! Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall!”/”You briefly mentioned that you missed skating once or twice when you were all dopey on painkillers a few months ago!” He pulled out his pair of skates and began to take off his boots. (After getting his skates on he helped you with yours if you didn’t know how to lace them up.)

Once your new footwear was all tied up, he helped you up and carefully lead you outside with his arms tightly wrapped around you to help you keep your balance. (Even if you did know how to skate, he was still worried about you falling.) Tubbo carefully led you towards the ice and helped you stand up straight on the frozen water, making sure that you wouldn’t fall.

“See?” He smiled softly and held your hands tightly as he began to skate backwards, pulling you along with him until you slowly got a hold of what you were doing. “You (still) got it!”

You two slid and slipped around on the ice, laughing, smiling and spinning around with the other, but suddenly out of nowhere, your blade got caught in a groove of the ice that likely got chipped out when you two were skating around. With a small cry, you felt your legs slip out from under you and you immediately shut your eyes, awaiting the inevitable impact as a result of gravity.

Thankfully, two arms wrapped around your frame before you hit the ground. You slowly cracked open your eyes and saw your best friend holding you tightly against him. Your (e/c) eyes stared into his blue ones for a few moments before your face broke into a smile. “You caught me...”

“I would never let you fall...”

There two of you continued to skate around, having fun in the other's presence, completely unaware of the blond hidden behind a snowbank with his hand clasped tightly over his mouth and tears beginning to freeze to his reddened cheeks.

Tommy often found himself wishing he had let you fall...

Tommy & Tubbo Route - Rhythm of the Storm

Because your original housing was set between Snowchester and the Prime Path, it was surprisingly an equal distance between Tubbo’s mansion and Tommy’s house.

In the beginning, Tommy would go to your house first in the mornings, then leave around noon when Tubbo would come, but the constant social interaction left you always sleeping through either one of their visits.

It got to the point where you asked both of them to come by at the same time so you could talk with them both at the same time.

This caught them both off guard that you wanted both of their attention at the same time, but then only began to see benefits from them meeting with you together.

Now you weren’t out cold during the mornings when Tommy opened the door, and now you weren’t asleep by 2pm when Tubbo was over. Plus they could both take care of you at the same time!

There were a few times when either of the boys’ yandere tendencies peaked out, but you or the other would scold them out of it. Or Tommy would give Tubbo a small smack upside the head which would make him scream dramatically like a baby goat.

While they did take your injuries relatively seriously, they also were joking with you and cheered you up with their antics, preventing you from falling into a depression from staying inside all day and every day.

On a normal day, if you were awake and had more energy than normal, Tommy would be telling you incredible stories of his travels and Tubbo would be either making food or potions. Tommy isn’t allowed near the brewing stands or the stove anymore if you’re wondering.

On a bad day, if you barely had any energy and could barely stay awake, the two boys would be much quieter and let you sleep. On those days, they would ask Phil if you were actually okay, or they would go back to their respective homes.

If your burns are causing you immense amounts of pain one day, Tommy will refuse to even be in the same room as you and will genuinely beg Tubbo, Ranboo or Philza to stop your pain. Even if he doesn’t like others being around you, he’s beginning to accept Tubbo’s care towards you but he’s still wary about his father and Tubbo’s husband.

Speaking of, Ranboo and Michael had seemingly disappeared from Snowchester, but Phil assured you that they were both in the Tundra, (And to keep it a secret from Tubbo.)

On Phil’s latest visit, he told you that you could get up and out of bed without irritating the burns on your legs, although you might have trouble at first.

Upon hearing the news, Tubbo and Tommy were at your sides in seconds, asking if you wanted to get up and encouraging you to try. If you didn’t want to, they (mostly Tubbo) would understand about it and leave you to sit on the fact for a bit.

If you did, Tubbo would be at your injured side to make sure your bandages stayed together when you got up, while Tommy would be on your good side and mostly holding you up if your balance was bad enough.

Tubbo wanted to help you walk around at night, just in case you were self-conscious of your burns, but Tommy was too worried about any sort of mob approaching you. While they knew they could protect you, they just didn’t want to take any risks.

Tubbo will burst out crying after he hears an explosion, meanwhile, Tommy will freeze completely still. Which is also what happened during the mining incident that caused you to get injured, which is why Tubbo was the one to scream and continue to cry long after they had saved you.

Because of this, they don’t want to face a creeper with you around to see them panic and be in danger while they struggled to get themselves together.

When you’re out walking around, Tubbo is extremely patient and Tommy at least tries to hold his complaints.

If someone even looks at you wrong, they’ll have an angry raccoon boy yelling threats at them and Tubbo drawing his sword. They usually run with their tails between their legs afterwards.

If you collapsed on the walk from the pain, the amount of panic that would happen would be enough to have every single parental figure in the SMP running to help you. Luckily when it did happen, Badboyhalo was there and was strong enough to carry you without irritating your burns, and even gave a few pointers on how to help with burns. He had to raise Sapnap. He would know.

When you woke up at your home, you saw Tubbo and Tommy actually having a civil conversation with the large 9ft demon rather than threatening him to get away from you. That could've been because he was a demon though. But you were still proud!

You guessed that they still thought you were asleep when Bad left because you heard them murmuring and trying to keep quiet as they most likely made lunch.

Because of their conversation with Bad, and proving to you that they can actually behave themselves, you began to realize that their Yandere tendencies were calming down a lot. Meaning you weren't scared of them that much anymore, and you were beginning to accept their feelings towards you.

Unfortunately... You couldn't pick between them... And didn't know how open they would be to polyamory, but seeing as they weren't ripping each other's throats out, maybe their reactions wouldn't be too terrible?

Tubbo began to tell you about everything that bothered him, currently and formerly, like his death from Technoblade’s fireworks, even to being threatened by Dream during the disc war, or the nukes disappearing and his worry about whether or not Tommy cares about him.

Tommy also began to open up as well. Telling you about his brothers and father, his exile, his fear that Tubbo doesn't care about him anymore, and his third canon death.

After the two began to open up more, you began to realize they weren't being as clingy and desperate for your attention, most likely now trusting you to spend time with people other than them.

Maybe because they were catching on to you slowly beginning to return their feelings...

Everything seems relatively like it was before that one day before Tommy and Tubbo completely lashed out at each other.

A few weeks after your body became completely healed, the two boys spent a few days away from you, which you were curious about but never really commented on it.

One day when they both arrived at your house at their usual time, they were dressed up for an adventure and their bags were filled with everything that anyone would need.

They eagerly pulled you out of bed at some ungodly hour in the morning, although Tubbo thankfully had breakfast (and coffee) ready which you ate before going to get dressed into appropriate clothing and your god armour that Tubbo made, that was equipped with a new god sword that Tommy made you!

This was your first adventure since the explosion in the mine, and you damn well wanted to have fun.

"Okay, okay! Damn, Big Man, calm down!" You groaned as you threw the bag over your shoulders and tightened the straps accordingly. Once you tied up the laces on your boots, you straightened up and without fail, you felt both of your hands being grabbed before you got dragged out the door.

"We've been planning this for a few days! Nothing will stop us now!" Tubbo cheered, hopping along beside you as he held your scarred hand, "We have everything we could ever need for the next week!"

Your surprised reaction was ignored as Tommy continued dragging you down the Prime Path with a map in his free hand, "A whole week? That's quite a long adventure! Are you sure we'll be able to handle it?"

"Relax (N/n)! We were both raised by Philza Minecraft! Y'know, Survivalist extraordinaire? We know how to ration, build a shelter if needed, and everything in between!" Tubbo gave you a wide and cheesy grin as he spoke about the man who raised him, despite not actually being related to him. (Dadschlatt AU if you're wondering)

The three of you ventured off through many acres of forests and other biomes, holding hands and chatting away the entire time. Tommy let it slip that you were going to find buried treasure and maybe a woodland mansion if you were feeling brave enough, which is why he was always holding the map.

"Tommy, (Y/n)! Look!" Tubbo squeaked out happily as he saw a field of dozens of different flowers with bees hurriedly buzzing about to pollinate the plants around. The sight of the yellow and black bugs caused Tubbo to make happy little bleating sounds as his ears wiggled.

You and Tommy exchanged glances with a small smile, knowing very well you wouldn't be able to pull the hybrid away from them. "I suppose it is about time for a break..." You murmured as you were dragged off by the smaller brunet, thus pulling Tommy along as well.

The three of you sat down in the flower field, placing out a blanket to prevent yourselves from getting covered in dirt, despite knowing that it'll happen anyway. You set out the food Tubbo had packed while the two teenage boys ran around, having fun and, well just being teenagers.

Yes, Tommy got chased by bees.

Tubbo made you, himself and Tommy a flower crown, which you proudly wore, but Tommy was a bit more hesitant which you eventually made him get over by giving him a begging look. Yours was a bunch of (f/f) varying with colours, Tubbo's was a variety of yellows and white flowers, while Tommy's was mostly red and white.

While you three enjoyed your small picnic, you were all completely unaware of the fleeting bees, closing flowers and scattering animals. It was only when Tubbo's ears began to flick oddly did he lift his head, "I think there's a storm quickly approaching..."

You lifted your head and rose your arm to block the sun from your eyes to look at the quickly darkening clouds, "Oh damn, yeah we gotta go find shelter. Like now." You hurriedly grabbed your bag and began shoving the foot containers in it while Tommy and Tubbo packed everything else up too.

Despite your best efforts, you three quickly got caught in the downpour of rain and became absolutely drenched in rain by the time you found a small and shallow cave to hide in. "Aw fuck... Absolutely perfect! Sam said it wasn't gonna rain todaaaaay!" Tommy whined dramatically as he slumped against the stone wall.

You sighed and began pulling out the blanket again, knowing very well that you'd all be here for a while. When Tommy stopped whining about how he thought it was gonna be perfect weather, he helped Tubbo with starting a fire so you could all dry your sweaters that you had been wearing.

The two boys plopped down on the blanket on either side of you, Tommy hiding his head on your shoulder while Tubbo was curled up with his head against your lap, (After asking for permission of course) trying their best to drown out the sound of the sounds of the booming thunder.

After a few moments, you used the consistent pattern in the rain to keep beat before beginning to hum a soft tune while you ran your fingers through their damp hair.

Slowly, Tommy and Tubbo fell asleep, leaning against you while you hummed along to the rhythm of the storm...

Neither Route - Left the Game

Your house was quite out of the way from the Prime Path and Snowchester, in fact, quite possibly even closer to the Tundra. (In this route.)

Meaning that you were pretty far out of the way from everyone except for Ranboo, Phil and Techno. Which prevented both Tubbo and Tommy from coming around often, meaning Ranboo and Phil had to help you with a lot.

You felt bad because you didn't know either of them too, too well, but at least you knew you would definitely be getting better.

Ranboo actually had no problem helping you with your injuries, although he had to carefully write down what he gave you and when.

During your road to recovery, Ranboo and Tubbo's relationship became incredibly worse as the goat hybrid became even more manipulative and violent.

You became a personal therapist and babysitter for him and Michael, in return for him helping take care of you.

Speaking of Michael, the reason Ranboo hadn't joined you on the mining trip was because Phil had finished making a potion that would allow Michael to survive in the Tundra.

Tubbo and Tommy's violent habits had quickly doubled over the time when they couldn't see you, but luckily for you, the one time they did try to visit, Techno had come with Phil to meet you.

They ran out immediately.

Yes, Techno asked you about how you felt about anarchy.

Whether or not you joined the Syndicate is up to you.

Ranboo then told Techno and Phil about how Tubbo and Tommy were obsessed with you, and that your life was possibly in danger.

Technoblade only said that he had no way to help you, but Philza's fatherly instincts kicked in and he wanted to protect you both from the two boys he raised.

Once you got all healed up your burns scarred over, Phil and Ranboo already had an idea of how to keep you both and Michael safe.

It was highly risky and would leave you with only one life until you come back to the DreamSMP.

Phil was going to give you access to his Hardcore server.

Both you and Ranboo had a long and serious talk about it, but then remembered he was literally rich. He had dozens of totems!

Techno made you three totem pendants for you to wear around your necks, so you wouldn't always have to hold the totems.

(Philza asked his wife, Kristen the Goddess of Void and Death, to keep an extra close eye on you three and make sure if any of you do die, it's incredibly quick and painless.)

Standing in front of Phil, your bags filled with everything you would need to survive in the hardcore world, you watched as the centuries-old avian scanned you three up and down.

"I'll ask you both one final time." He sighed after he deemed all of your equipment and armour worthy. The blond fatherly figure stood in front of you and Ranboo as you held Michael with a glowing green orb in his hand, "Are you sure? There are no respawns when you run out of totems."

"Yes. It'll be much safer than the DreamSMP..." Ranboo murmured quietly, quickly scrawling as much as he could fit into his memory book before he forgot anything, "Even if it isn't permanent... We just need to run."

When Phil turned to you, you couldn't help but take a deep breath, "Yeah," You murmured, shifting the young piglin child on your hip, "I'm sure. Thanks again Philza... We really needed to be somewhere where they wouldn't find us..."

"I'll check up on you both once a week. Remember, travelling through servers will disorient you for quite a while and you quite probably won't understand where you are at first-"

"(Y/n)!!!" An angry yell came from the forest, and you turned your head just in time to see Tommy and Tubbo running in your direction.

You and Ranboo hurriedly whipped your head to face Phil again, but he seemed to have caught on before you both as there was a portal swirling with greens and golds beside him, "Go! Now! I'll see you both tomorrow! Remember, you can take anything you need to increase the chances of your survival!"

Ranboo got over his shock much quicker than you did because he grabbed your arm and leapt through the portal, bringing you and Michael along.

Ranboo Beloved left the game.

(Y/n) (L/n) left the game.

Michael Underscore-Beloved left the game.

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Here is a writing request! I hope you have fun with it! You can put noms in if you want to! :D : Giant warden hybrid Wilbur lives very deep underground and is very lonely. He meets a lost avian hybrid named Phil and decides to help him out of the cave system. When they get out Wilbur is sad that Phil has to go. Phil then decides its time to adopt another child and brings Wil with him home to a surprised Techno and Tommy.

AAAAAA I LOVE THIS SO MUCH! THANK YOU ANON! I DID HAVE A LOT OF FUN WITH IT and may also have gone a bit crazy with it? lol

(I didn't include Nom's in this story but if you ever wish for a part two with noms or anything i'd be more than happy too!)

Warnings: Injury, (Maybe some heavy subjects such as a child being lonely)

Words: 2.6K+

He doesn’t remember his younger days; he honestly couldn’t be sure who he was or how he even came into existence. One thing for sure was sounds, the tapping of a spider’s legs, creepers occasional hissing, skeleton’s bones rattling and a zombie’s growls.

It was always so dark, he’d seen the light of lava, sometimes even the light of day but the sky was always so high, so out of reach. And he couldn’t quite fit into the cave systems to find a way, so he was stuck.

He’s alone, he hates it. It’s too dark.

…

Phil flew high above the clouds in laughter, it’d been a while since he’d gone out on an adventure. Well, if you counted a much-needed mining trip of coal, iron, and such. But it was nice to be out of the house for once, especially with the kids out of the way.

Not in a bad sense though, he loved his kids but sometimes things were so busy he couldn’t keep track of things. Raising a toddler and a somewhat crazy child is well chaotic.

His two kids, Techno and Tommy. Techno had been adopted by Phil a bit early on, when Phil first met his now-wife, Kristin. He found Techno on the streets of a village, trying to fend off bandits. Phil’s fatherly instincts kicked in, a thing he’d always had and couldn’t help but take the boy in. Much to his reluctance.

Techno grew up with Phil and is now a very healthy and happy 11-year-old, and then there’s Tommy. The most recent member of the family, his little bundle of joy of about 3 years old, Techno found it odd being an older brother, he still does but he copes.

The feeling of his feathers swaying, his hair blowing, him having to attempt to keep his hat on every second, he missed this feeling. He was glad he just managed to find a babysitter since their mother was currently out on ‘business terms’.

…

The vibrant blue sky, below the loving shades of green passing with every flap of his wings. He wondered if his wife was watching over him, with her being a god and all.

He was happy how life was currently going as of late, he only hoped that fate had a good future ahead of him.

He shook himself out of his thoughts as he finally arrived at the destination. He had been well prepared for this trip; it was a mine that he’d been wanting to adventure for ever so long. He could tell there was something about it, something special.

And judging by the vibrant minerals just shining from the sunlight of the entrance, something told him there was more than just iron and coal in this cave, perhaps something more valuable, diamonds.

…

He wasn’t sure how long it’d been, but it had been a long time, he had quite a bit of iron, coal. But not only that gold and emeralds, a valuable currency. He wouldn’t have to worry about mining with the number of minerals he now had. Not only that but diamonds could be used to create powerful weapons.

He knew Techno would be happy, he’d always loved shiny things. Probably due to his Piglin features. And he could make Kristin some beautiful jewellery. It made him happy to say that his family was going to be good for a good while.

…

He picked up different noises, it was odd to hear such things. He could hear strange padding noises, perhaps some creature moving? Not only that but he heard the breaking of stone, which was a rare sound in his caves.

It was somewhat crazy to think something else could be coming closer to him, to hurt him. He knew he was strong not he didn’t even know If he was as strong as the outside monsters.

He wasn’t sure how he came to be in this world, he was always so alone. But sometimes the vines would speak to him, telling him of things like a place called the surface, which was colourful and bright.

…

The breaking of stone could be heard again, it only got louder and louder every minute. Whatever was making those sounds had found him and was coming for him. His antennae twitched anxiously; he was scared he didn’t want to die.

His claws bared as he readied his sharp teeth, he scanned for wherever the sound was coming from and waited to attack.

…

He panted as he broke at the stone, it’d been a while since he’d done so much mining, he was much out of shape. He had no idea where he currently was, he was long lost in this cave with no way of finding his way back. Despite the torches, he had no lead to where he came.

He was now trying to mine into the walls, hoping to find another branch of the cave that would finally lead him to a way to the surface. After the struggles of breaking through the wall for however long, he finally found another branch of the cave.

Big mistake as the first step he took into this cave, there was a loud crashing sound. Something had tried to hurt him, and he barely dodged it, the ceiling of the cave barely supported the impact, rubble falling from the ceiling.

He readied his sword for battle as he ran to behind a rock for cover. Something that caused that impact was definitely big, like strangely big. Not only that but the cave was one of the darkest caves he’d ever seen, the only light being from his torch.

He had no idea of where if he was honest, he couldn’t even tell if he was hiding properly. Anything could creep upon him at the current moment, it was oddly quiet, the only sound being his heartbeat.

…

He heard a strange growl behind him, it scared him with how deep and shallow it sounded, definitely a monster. Hesitantly he turned to the right, and right there was the monster staring right at him. But the monster flinched back when Phil turned around, the bright light in the monster’s face.

It seemed to hurt its eyes as he held his eyes and stumbled back in pain, from what he saw he saw about four eyes, antennae, and dark greenish-blue skin, with some light green bioluminescence that reacted to light. It appeared to be a Warden, a creature Phil had read about.

A creature of great mystery, one that mostly relied on sound, one that could communicate with plants. It was an odd creature, but the thing is about this Warden. It had a set of hair, not only that but it looked a lot more humanoid than what he’d seen drawn of the creatures.

It looked rather young too… No! No fatherly instincts! Monster?...

…

He winced in pain and stepped back from the strange being, he hadn’t seen light in quite some time. This thing was nothing like he’d ever before. He had never seen such a strange light. It hurt. This thing was strong if the creature had that then it could definitely kill him.

It came prepared.

“Hello?” it spoke. His eyes dilated as he scanned for the light, he saw it move around. He could see the creature’s confused features. It seemed almost scared itself, not only that but concerned. Something he wasn’t quite familiar with.

He was surprised by the fact that he could understand the creature, it was an oddly familiar language. “Hello?”, he replied with hesitance. He was scared that the monster’s features would change, and the creature would attack him.

“Oh! You talk? Good, because I think there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding!”. The creature made a strange sound, but seemed relieved and happy? Laughter?

“Sorry about the light, I didn’t realise it’d hurt you, my name is Phil. How about you?”

“What’s a name?”

“Oh? You don’t have one, well I guess a way to describe it would be a sort of title, something people can call you to identify you from others!”.

“… I don’t have one?”.

…

The creature- Phil had come closer, more friendly than before. No weapons, a smile. The once bright light is now dim, more adjustable.

“Well, if you don’t have a name. How about we give you one?”.

“Okay…”.

“Hmm… You look like a.. A Wilbur!”.

“Wilbur?”.

“That’s your name! Wilbur! Do you like it”.

“It sounds nice. I like it!”.

A name? It sounded nice, it made him feel unique, different from others…

…

“Well, Wilbur. Do you think you could help me?”, “How?”. “Well, you see I’m kind of stuck here. I don’t know my way out.”.

“Where do you want to go?”, “The surface.”.

…

“The surface?”, “Yeah! I need to get home!”. “Home?”, “Yeah, it’s where I live with my family!”, “Family?”, “A group of people who are very important to me, I have to get home or my sons, I don’t know what will happen.”, “Okay. I’ll help.”.

Wilbur lent his hand, confused Phil just stared at it. But Wilbur just ended up scooping up Phil and standing up, wandering through the caves.

“So, you live in these caves?”, “Mhm”, “Aren’t you lonely?”, “… Yeah…”.

“How old are you?”, “I don’t know, they say I’m a youngling…”.

…

Phil’s fatherly instincts kicked in, a kid on his own in a fucking cave system? No fucking way. He had no choice; his mind was already made up. This kid was now his, he now wanted nothing more than to smother this boy in the love he never had, care for Wilbur. Like how he met Techno.

The two ventured the caves for a while, surprisingly no mobs. The two at this point had spoken for a while and gotten to know each other a small bit, Wilbur seemed fairly interested in his family too! So, it made him happy to think that he’d achieved a new son!

But he spoke a little too soon, a loud bang frightened Wilbur. Wilbur jumped back and dropped Phil from a height. Phil landed with an oof and looked back at Wilbur who was now crouching in fear, immediately he ran over to comfort the boy despite his aching leg.

“Hey, hey. Wil, it’s alright, it was just a creeper.”. He ran his hand over the boy’s own hand, “I-I, it was loud...”, “I know, I know. But it’s okay! It’s not gonna hurt you anymore mate! I’ll protect you!”.

…

He released his hold on his eyes and looked down to Phil… Protect? As in guard him? Phil’s eyes were enough to reassure him, it brought him comfort despite the small time of knowing him, he’d never known such a kind person before.

He picked up on a sound, the tugging of string. Phil didn’t seem to hear it as he was concentrating on him. He looked back to see a skeleton aiming an arrow at Phil. Scared, he quickly brought Phil to his chest as the skeleton shot the arrow.

Phil screamed but immediately calmed as he heard the arrow hit the ground, realizing that Wilbur had only been protecting him. He smiled and looked back furiously at the skeleton.

He reached for his sword and despite his aching leg, wiggled out of Wilbur’s hold and sliced the skeleton in half, its remains turning to dust and bones. He looked back to Wilbur, “You okay, mate?”.

“I’m fine! How about you? You’re walking differently.”. “Ah, I’m fine mate. My leg just hurts a bit!”. “Hurts? As in pain?”, “Yeah? Wh-“.

Phil was cut off when Wilbur brought him back to his chest, standing up and continuing their adventure to the surface. Being sure Phil was secure in his hold, not wanting to bring any more pain to this man.

…

A bright light could be seen in the distance, “Hey Wil! I think that’s the surface!”. Wilbur looked over in the direction of the light, he winced slightly but his eyes adjusted as he made way to the light.

Once they were outside, Phil took a good breath of fresh air. Wilbur copied, confused as to why and surprised with how fresh the air felt in his lungs. It was refreshing.

“Wil! We’re outside! Thank you so much!”

“It’s nothing but…”

“Hmm, what’s wrong?”.

“Where do I go now?...”

“We can go to my place if you want, you can meet Tommy and stuff.”.

“Really?”.

“Of course, Wilbur!”.

Phil then flew upwards and directed Wilbur to follow him, along the way Wilbur would get distracted by the views and greenery. Phil was more than happy to wait for the boy.

Now that he thought about it, he had a clearer view of Wilbur, who was definitely a lot more humanoid than he first thought, perhaps he was a hybrid of sorts? Only time could tell.

But at the break of dawn, Phil arrived home as was greeted by a worried Technoblade running towards him, a Tommy trying to follow behind him, wanting his father’s hold.

“Techno! Tommy! Are you guys okay?”. “Dad! Where have you been?”.

The worried words of his son and the rambling of his toddler were enough to make him scoop them up in his arms and cover them in kisses. Which seemed to cheer the two up.

But all hell broke loose when Techno stared up at Wilbur, he stood in front of Phil to protect him. “Who are you?!”, “Techno! Calm down! This is Wilbur! Your brother!”, “Brother?! Really Dad?!”, “Yes really”.

…

Despite the reluctance, Techno grew used to his new sibling, so did Tommy who seemed to really like Wilbur. Not only that but Kristin was more than happy to have Wilbur adopted into the family, and that’s how Wilbur joined the family.

… Bonus …

“Bitch!”

“Oi, don’t use those words, Tommy!”.

Tommy was now about 5 years old, a very clingy 5-year-old. One who never left Wilbur alone, not that Wilbur hated it, he loved his younger brother a lot. It was just sometimes he could be quite annoying.

“Wilby! I want cuddles!”. His antennae twitched as he closed his four eyes, pinching his nose to be as dramatic as possible and let out a long sigh, “Finee!” he dragged out. Tommy’s excitement as he ran to grab blankets was more than enough to make him smile.

Wilbur sat down against the wall as Tommy dragged pillows and blankets against the floor, the things being double his height and dragging behind him. Then made his way to throw the pillows at him and attempting to climb onto his lap.

He failed multiple times, “Wil! Help me!”. Finally with the help of Wilbur’s claw he adjusted and cuddled within Wilbur’s hold.

“Tell me that story again!”, “The one about the civilization and the brothers?”, “Yeah!”.

Wilbur laughed, “Okay!”.

Within 5 minutes of the story, Tommy had fallen asleep, so Wilbur changed to a simple lullaby whilst playing with his baby brothers’ hair. Something precious, something he’d always protect.

“Got room for one more?”, Techno stood there in his crowned PJs, who seemed barely functioning, his blanket and pillow dragging behind him. Usually, he’d never do such a day but today seemed to be an exception. “Of course Tech!”.

The three then fell asleep together.

…

“Awwhh! Look at them Phil!”, Kristin whispered as she peered into the room of her son’s bedroom. Phil giggled, “I know! I’m glad I have such a good family”.

Within the palm of her hand, he laid. Thankfully for them, Kristin was a giant, so the house was already pretty adaptable for Wilbur. She placed a kiss on his forehead. “Love you, hun!”, “Love you too!”.

#mcyt g/t #mcytg/t #dsmp g/t #giant!wilbur #tiny!phil #tiny!techno #tiny!tommy #giant!kristin #shushi's writings

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charlieslowartsies · 3 years

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“I got some strange information, I keep it to myself, I got a bad reputation-- I can't think of nothin' else...”

lord it’s been one of those “let me just play this one song on repeat for 3 days straight” weeks. Who better that understands that than the zombie boi? I also decided because Scraptrap was outside for most of his years, he’s got more green/rust in his design. Gives him a varied color palate so he/Max aren’t mistaken for Springtrap/William. (Aside from the ears lol) I also like him having small patches of his original Springbonnie shade ;)

((knight guard au))

#michael afton #scraptrap #fnaf6 #five nights #pizzeria simulator #max afton #knight guard au #schmidt is not michael afton #I’ve been wanting to draw Max and Scrap and have been working on this for a little over a week now when I can’t focus on client pieces.#i hope everyone enjoyed chapter 10 of Last Shift ;)#max got my adoration of music and i regret nothing #i wish i had more time to work on this but dont :c

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mimicmew · 3 years

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Updated list and info of the species in the Monster AU!

Since some people seemed interested.. here we go!

If you’d like to add your OC or make a new character for this au, use these as a basis! Feel free to ask me any questions if you’re curious or unsure. ALSO IT’S VERY LONG

Humans

CANON CHARACTERS: none lol

- Humans are the basic species of this world.

- They can rarely learn magic and become mages, but most cannot.

- Most humans fear and hate monsters, hunting them down and killing them.

- The Pale Kingdom, regarded as the most hateful kingdom, is currently under attack from a dangerous dragon and it’s siren ‘companion.’ They have managed to cool this by sending regular sacrifices to the ocean.

Sirens

CANON CHARACTERS; Mono, Thin Man

- Sirens are very uncommon, as many of them are hunted down by other species when young, as they are very dangerous.

- Sirens live in pods consisting of 3-15 members. These pods usually exist of siblings from the same hatching, and rarely separate pods fuse to make larger groups. This is uncommon as Sirens are often quite territorial.

- Babies are called pups.

- Sirens never cut their hair, unless they lose a battle. A siren with long hair is to be feared, as they are undefeated in combat.

- For design, Sirens have normal skin colours until their waist, where it fuses into scales. These scales are usually cool colours such as blue, green or purple, and fade into a darker or lighter shade down their tails. They have fins on the sides of their faces that open and close as they emote. They have bright spots across their tail, face and hands. The spots are usually warm colours such as red, yellow or orange. These spots are different shapes depending on where the Siren is from. The only canon ones right now are the eye-shaped spots that both Mono and Thin Man have, so go wild with the shapes! They’ll usually wear shirts as a way of mimicking humans.

- Their magic can be very varied, but is always tied to their voices. A siren without a voice is a dead siren.

- Siren’s grow for their entire life! They grow to about 8 ft by 18, and then they grow roughly half a metre a year, so as you could guess, Thin Man is very long.

Centaurs

CANON CHARACTERS; The Hunter, The Toddler

- Centaurs live in large herds, ranging anywhere from 20 to over 100.

- They live in both forests and open plains.

- They are very naturalist and believe in not taking any more then they need.

- They have a belief that the face (Particularly the eyes) is the most vulnerable place for spirits to enter, so at a certain age, (around 5 years old) they begin to wear masks. This can range anywhere from beautifully hand-carved wooden masks to just… a sack.

- Centaurs have long hair that runs down their back like a mane. It’s not uncommon for centaurs of any age, no matter the gender, to grow out beards or chest hair.

Gorgons

CANON CHARACTERS; The Lady, The Lady’s unnamed mother

- Gorgons come from a long line of cursed humans, which have split off to its own species. They are very rare and usually exist in powerful families.

- Gorgons are almost only female, and can reproduce with the same sex.

- Gorgons have rock-hard scales that are always muted colours. Their underbellies are a lighter colour. The snakes that make up their ‘hair’ can be any colour.

- Gorgon’s eyes can turn people into stone through their eyes, so most cover their eyes.

Harpies

CANON CHARACTERS; Raincoat Girl

- Harpies are tall, with their human arms replaced by large bird-like wings. Their legs are much like that of a bird of prey’s. The can have feathers on any place of their bodies.

- They often resemble an existing species of bird, from a bright scarlet macaw to a pitch-black crow.

- Some harpies live in large flocks, while others live alone.

- they usually wear long singlets that do not cover their shoulders, as to avoid restricting their wings.

- They often gather odd trinkets and items.

Fauns

CANON CHARACTERS; Runaway Kid

- Fauns are the deer-like cousins of centaurs

- They usually live alone in dense forests, but can sometimes be seen travelling with centaur herds.

- They have horns that can be any shape, and long, floppy ears.

Gargoyles

CURREN CHARACTERS; The Janitor, The Wax Bellman

- Not much to say, usually just enchanted statues. Aren’t always made of stone, and can be made of most materials.

- Can really look like anything.

- Usually made to serve a master.

- Don’t need to eat, sleep or drink.

Changelings

CANON CHARACTERS; The Pretender

- Changelings are creatures that, after having a hatchling, will sneak into a human’s house, usually kill or dispose of the human’s child and replace it with their own. Because of this, many changelings grow up unaware of the fact that they are changelings until they grow older.

- They have two forms, a regular human one, and a more monstrous one, often resembling some kind of insect or reptile.

Cyclops

CANON CHARACTERS; The Twin Chefs, The Lollipop boy

- uhh just big Cyclops honestly not much in terms of lore or design.

- Usually very tall and large.

Zombies

CANON CHARACTERS; The Viewers, Some of the Guests, The Doctor

- Zombies can be made in many ways. However, the ones in this area are specifically made by the haunting songs of the Siren.

- They are killed by the first song, then slowly revived by the second, usually over a timespan of about 5 months.

- These zombies are mostly unfortunate humans who got too close, or sacrifices. They can be of any species, however.

Werebeasts

CANON CHARACTERS: Six (werewolf)

- Werebeasts are a collection of species. Some of the most well known are the Werewolves, but many more exist, such are wereboars, werebears and werecats.

- They usually resemble humans, but after some time will shift into a monstrous half-humna, half-animal form. Some will change back, while others will remain like that forever.

- They act very similar to their animals. Some are more human, while others are almost entirely beast.

Ghosts

CANON CHARACTERS; The Sheet Kid, The Glitching Remains

- Just funky little ghosts! usually only of people who died tragic deaths :(

- Usually have stains on their face resembling tears, and can seem like they are fading away, missing parts of their bodies.

Dragons

CURRENT CHARACTERS; The Eye, The ‘Hunger’, The North Wind

- Ancient and powerful beasts, dragons are the most dangerous species to roam this world.

- If you’re going to make a dragon, try to use it for very powerful entities. Double check with me if you’re unsure.

- They can really look like anything, as there are many subspecies, such as wyverns, wyrms, hydras and more. However, they are unfortunately dying out at a rapid rate.

- They cannot die of old age, only of illness or injury.

- They usually have very strong magical abilities.

- While not always evil, most dragons will horde things. These can be jewels, people, plants or anything really.

ALSO:

Here are some species that might exist, but I dont have any proper lore on yet

- Shapeshifters

- Vampires

- elementals (living elements)

- half-borns (people who are half-animal, half-human)

- Fae

- Selkie

And these are just the ‘sentient’ species! Many mythical animals exist too, such as Phoenix or Unicorn, but are only. animals

#monster au #updated version of the monster au species!!!#little nightmares #little nightmares au #besties please #also if anyone wants to suggest any new species or ideas feel free! this is a very loose guide so you can really bend the rules if you want #anyway if someone does make this I would kiss them /p #please tag me if u do btw!!

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 22

First time reader click here

TWs/Summary: FLUFF! Inappropriate jokes! The team being a family of mother hens. Steve + WAP! Reader's old man fetish is ✨blossoming✨. Stephen is finally evolving from Grinch into a human being.

a/n: How do we feel about Wanda/Loki pairing? Loki is comparatively around Wanda's/Reader's/Pietro's age, e.g. he's a young adult. Also, new divider.

All three of us spilled out of the elevator in a flurry of wet hair, outrageously large shopping bags and the smell of autumn leaves and cinnamon-infused chocolate. Picture perfect friends - our arms were linked, we stood side to side, our bags mixed up. Loki's silky black hair was dripping cold water onto my face and my own clothes sticking to me in uncomfortable places.

It started pouring buckets when we got into my car to go back to the tower. Wanda complained about being hungry and after a brief detour in one of the hole-in-the-wall, hidden gem, French boulangeries, all three of us were pleasantly relaxed and companionable under the influence of hot chocolate and fresh, warm croissants (Loki ate, like, ten, royal manners be damned). The five minute run from the parking lot to the main entrance resulted in us being way too soaked to be comfortable - thankfully, the shopping bags seemed to be waterproof. Or, perhaps, Loki enchanted them somehow.

"Stop fucking cheating, Rogers..." Tony was grumbling in frustration, looking at an array of cards in his hands, squinting suspiciously at a smug Steve.

Noticing us, the room perked up immediately. Thor lifted his head and we saw him and Pietro splayed out on the couch, each male holding a play station controller. Stephen Strange was sat cross-legged on the floor, reading a book, while Natasha filed her nails next to him, a face of tranquility and indifference.

We almost backpedaled from the amount of puppy eyes suddenly gazing at us.

"Sup?" I decided to go first, seeing as both of my companions were still mostly confused. What the hell, I was equally perplexed.

"How was your day, brother?" and "Got yourself a nice dress?" and "Marchesa? Not bad." Were the most intelligible words I could make out of the cacophony that descended upon us.

And it suddenly downed on me. Neither Wanda nor Loki had previously left for the city on their own. Their siblings were worried. I sighed, concealing my happiness behind a quiet complaint of being cold and wet. My bags were picked up by Thor who abandoned his game in favour of greeting his brother with a hug. Surprisingly, Loki didn't refuse and let Thor embrace him and relieve us of our items to deposit them out of the way.

"Cold," Wanda whined, stripping off her damp sweater to reveal simple black leggings and tee underneath.

"Wet," Loki mumbled, gathering a ball of green magic to dry out his dripping hair.

"Gross," I said, walking straight into Tony's open arms. He didn't say anything, just indicated my place was in his lap, squeaking and shivering as soon as I reached my destination.

"Baby girl, you're gonna get sick. Let's go take a bath," He unsuccessfully attempted to lift my limp body. I groaned in protest, dead on my feet. It felt like I had walked a thousand miles. Wasn't gonna remove myself from a warm, soft Tony.

"I'm dead, like, I'm a zombie. If you move me, I'll eat that sexy brain of yours," I threatened fitfully.

"Well, at least change out of these clothes. You're dripping me in gross, polluted rain water," The engineer laughed.

"Lazy," I replied, nestling myself closer to his warmth. He tugged on my clothes, wrestling me out of the top layers, leaving me shivering like a newborn kitten across his lap. His eyes darted across the room - evidently, he was looking for some sort of a hoodie as he wasn't wearing one at the time. Tony knew how much I loved those and always kept one in his vicinity. Thoughtful, lovely Tony.

"Have you seen my MIT sweatshirt?" He asked and everyone replied negative. Tony frowned.

"Here, have mine," Strange stood up, unzipping and handing me his own plain grey one. "I'll make some herbal tea for the girls least they actually get sick." With that, the grumpy doctor walked off into the kitchen. I watched his broad back retreat with renewed interest. Hate to see you go but love to watch you leave...

One warm hoodie and hot tea later, I was feeling less like a drowned cat and more like the fabulous human being that I was. Wanda had told everyone about her two cute new dresses without actually revealing the idea behind her costume. Somehow all of us silently agreed to surprise each other after I pulled my stunt on Stephen.

Strange didn't seem to be mad at me; his presence was amiable and delightful. He made usual small talk and we engaged in a brief, friendly battle of the wits and he and Tony managed to not piss off each other too much. Loki and Wanda hung nearby, and we chatted, too, mostly about less popular but very cool movies the three of us could watch... Yeah, so we were arranging a sleepover. Bite me.

"So, everyone ready for the party?" Clint was all but bouncing in his seat. "Me and Sammy-boy, we'll have the coolest costumes!" He exclaimed, smirking in Tony and Bruce's direction. Something was coming, something great, from my two boys. I could sense it. Natasha probably knew and tattled to Clint already. The bird bros fist-bumped with an obnoxious cheer.

I was feeling drowsy. The tea Strange made had something calming in it. My usual energetic spirit was gone, replaced by a mellow sort of mood. Plus, my feet hurt from all the walking. I moaned in distaste, flexing my toes.

"I disagree," Wanda shared a secretive smile with Loki and me.

Apparently, my discomfort was quite obvious. It took only another quiet, pitiful groan from me for Bruce to scoot closer, remove my socks and tenderly knead the arch of my foot. He smiled at me, soft and gentle, pressing the pads of his fingers into the soft, painful spots.

"Yeah, Pigeon, no amount of make-up will help that ugly mug," Tony declared with a wave of his hand.

"Tony!" Sam defended his bird bro, tossing a pillow at the engineer and missing me by barely an inch.

"You don't need any make-up, bird. You need plastic surgery." I jumped on the bully Clint bandwagon for the lolz. He was actually quite handsome, but his reactions always were fucking priceless. All of us occasionally ruffled his feathers but never to an actually hurtful extent.

"Not gonna lie, that one hurt." Barton huffed, crossing his arms.

Meanwhile, Bruce had moved onto my other foot. I had to hold in a bunch of very lewd, inappropriate noises. Tony was grinning above me, not at all affected by me squirming around. Banner grinned back at the engineer. They were definitely plotting something.

That just wouldn't do, I decided. Time to throw Rick and Morty off their course a little. I stretched leisurely, allowing the hem of my borrowed hoodie to lift, exposing an inch too much of skin than strictly appropriate.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Steve's arched eyebrow and the small secretive smirk he hid behind a cup of tea. The Captain wasn't as virtuous as the others thought and he definitely was onto me.

Bruce still wreaked havoc on my vestibular system by doing some magical voodoo shit to my toes and traded suspicious grins with Tony who radiated an unfair amount of smugness.

"Oh my God," I stretched with a moan of contentment. "Fucking rail me." I might have used this particular choice of words on purpose. The Avengers that memed with me knew the actual meaning but they were in the minority. Most, including Tony and Bruce, gasped in shock at my choice of words. I grinned innocently. "What?"

"We don't use that kind of language around here!" Steve exclaimed, barely hiding a full-fledged laugh behind his cup.

"Cap, a lot has changed in the past seventy years, if you didn't notice," Barton rolled his eyes. "Women are allowed to express themselves now."

"Men think it's pretty hot, actually," Tony remarked, giving me one of his positively mischievous smiles, gently stroking my cheek and dipping his index finger under the hem of my top, following the lines of my collarbone. "It's just that Cap got left out in the cold."

"Very funny, Tony," Steve groaned as the rest of the group laughed. "We don't need a repeat of the WAP incident."

I choked on my breath. "The WHAT incident?!"

Laughter drowned out Steve's stuttering explanation as the supersoldier blushed, possibly, the most saturated shade of scarlet I'd ever seen on a human's face. I had to stop Bruce from continuing to make my limbs into Jell-O, wanting to hear the full story clearly. Anything that warranted such a strong reaction from Steve was bound to be, like, equal parts extremely embarrassing and hilarious. Bucky was laughing up a storm, a tell-tale sign of him having taken direct actions to ensure Steve would be as confused and ashamed as possible.

"Steve caught Peter listening to the song and asked him about it. Peter refused to answer at first, so Bucky decided to mess with Steve a bit," Pietro began explaining. "So Bucky goes: WAP stands for wasted academic potential. Steve sits on it a couple of days, believing his boyfriend like the naïve old man he is," Pietro was gesturing vividly, arms flailing, as the Captain buried his face in his hands. "Lo and behold, Steve had to give a Captain America speech at some sort of school for delinquent children. And at the end of it all - Natasha has that bit on video, by the way - he gives his stern Captain look and goes "WAP is no joke!"!" The speedster laughed out loud along with everybody.

I was howling at that point, staring at Steve. Did the old man realize all the answers to his questions were a simple Google search away? "NO, he didn't, oh my God," I wheezed, suddenly having realized where it was going.

"He totally did!" Clint continued, giving Pietro a fond look and a chance to catch his breath. "The whole student population was laughing, tears rolling down their faces, as the principal started angrily ranting right in Steve's face. And he was just so, so-o confused. Man, his face..." Clint shook his head. "He left so freaking red in the face I thought he was going to have a heart attack. The students had started singing the song, the uncensored version - mind you - at some point and Steve just progressively got redder and redder."

"I'm seventy percent Irish, I can't help it!" Steve cried in his own defense, the famous blush on full display, but laughing nonetheless as he clutched onto his left boob for dear life.

"And one hundred percent dumbass!" Bucky clapped his boyfriend on the shoulder.

I nodded along, me and Tony a howling pile of limbs. The engineer himself was holding onto me for dear life, too winded to make any of his usual snarky commentary regarding Steve's epic failure. "Pure of heart, dumb of ass," I wheezed out my sudden realization.

"Shit, I'm getting that on a t-shirt," Tony sent himself into another cackle fest. "That's brilliant, Princess."

Bucky nodded along, "I'm buying one for this punk." He pointed at Steve, poking him in the right pec.

"Jerk," Steve's gaze was annoyed but fond as he gently shoved his boyfriend before placing a gentle kiss atop his head. Old people in love, so adorable.

"May I request one for my brother as well?" Loki interjected, eyebrow raised, eyeing Thor trying to pry open a carton of ice cream and failing to notice the little plastic lid covering the top part of it. The blonde was utterly oblivious both to his brother and to the chaos around him, set on his quest for salted caramel pecan creamy goodness. I couldn't say I didn't see the appeal...

"What did you call - himbos?" Stephen eyed me curiously, pointing to Thor and Steve with a shaky hand.

I nodded in response. "Harmless, loveable, kind, beefy and utter dumbasses," I pointed out the main characteristics. "I love himbos."

"You said my brain was sexy," Tony pouted, pressing me closer to him and in turn, making my legs wrap around Bruce in a funny way that brought all three of us in a weird sandwich hug. I must've died and gone to heaven once again. "This is bullshit," And Tony fuckin' bit me. The bastard sunk his teeth into my shoulder strong enough to leave a mark.

"I love big, fat brains. Unf," My attempt at a salacious voice only made people laugh. "No PhD, no pussy. I don't make the rules," I snorted loudly.

"You and your old man kink," Wanda chuckled good-naturedly, casting me a knowing glance over the tops of her friends' heads.

"Yes," I agreed solemnly, pulling Tony in for a kiss without an ounce of shame or reservation, catching Stephen's amused face meeting my eyes for a brief second, his eyebrow raised meaningfully. Looked like someone took my comment a little close to heart. Nobody really batted an eye at Bruce being in the middle of our cuddle puddle so if I had to guess, Stephen Strange was at least interested... Or was he silently judging me?

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hd-wireless · 4 years

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🎶 H/D WIRELESS FEST - REVEALS 🎶

At last, the day you’ve been waiting for! It’s the REVEALS!

Come check out the talented people who created your favourite Wireless fics and artworks!

Massive thanks once again to all the 54 creators of our 64 works (yes some people created multiple works! Special mention to cloudlesslysky who wrote FIVE fics!). And thanks also to all the readers, betas and supporters of H/D Wireless! It’s been a bumper year!

Without further ado...

🎶 H/D Wireless Art 🎶

📻 Stuck on the Bridge Between Us (G) by pygmy_puffy @pygmy-puffy

🎵 Song prompt: Talk Me Down by Troye Sivan

🎵 Summary: finding the courage within themselves to be vulnerable, so they can stop hurting the other and start loving each other as they so deeply want and need to

📻 So Let's Dance, Take a Chance, Understand Me (T) by Dazed_and_Inked @dazedandinked

🎵 Song prompt: T.Rex, Get It On

🎵 Summary: The War is over and everything has changed.

After a few of years of travelling around the world, Harry decided to move to Muggle London, looking for peace and a place where the scar on his forehead doesn’t have a meaning. His new flat is in a perfectly normal neighbourhood close to the centre, quiet during the day but full of students at night.

He really likes the small bar down the road, a place that serves cheap, awful drinks and plays good old classics. It’s always crammed with people talking, laughing or dancing along with the riff of electric guitars.

From the first time he crossed the threshold, Harry thought it was perfect, the right mix of noise and warmth to be alone without feeling alone. Just what he needed.

He couldn’t imagine that someone else was there for the very same reason, looking for a place where the Dark Mark was only a tattoo.

Blame it on the alcohol, on the music or whatever you want, but when Harry’s eyes landed on Draco’s slim figure, swaying on the dancefloor, something warm and inexplicable possessed him.

📻 The Pass (T) by julchen_in_red @julcheninred

🎵 Song prompt: The Pass, by Rush

🎵 Summary: Draco, lost in darkness, seeks a guiding light.

📻 If you knew… (T) by gnarf @gnarf

🎵 Song prompt: Young Folks from Peter Bjorn and John

🎵 Summary: The war had left scars on all of them. Some were obvious. Some only if they looked closely. But the worst ones were those they couldn't see. Those that were hidden inside.

📻 an ode to the boy i love (G) by nettleforest @nettleforest

🎵 Song prompt: Animal - Troye Sivan

🎵 Summary: an evocation of vulnerability, trust and tenderness

📻 Home Sweet Home (G) by gnarf @gnarf

🎵Song prompt: Radioactive - Imagine Dragons

🎵 Summary: In the middle of a Zombie apocalypse Harry made it his main goal to find a safe home for Draco and himself.

📻 Turn back time (T) bt erlasart @erlasart

🎵 Song prompt: If I Could Turn Back Time - Cher

🎵 Summary: Draco's had a rough few years, if that's what you call falling in with a bad lot, attempted murder and a close brush with death. Now facing the weight of his misdeeds, Draco tries to pinpoint when it all went wrong.

📻 Time to Get Out (T) by SoldSeperately @secretartlair

🎵 Song prompt: My House - PVRIS

🎵 Summary: A few years post-war, Pansy convinces Draco to go on a night out at a muggle club. They run into some familiar faces.

🎶 H/D Wireless Art and Fic 🎶

📻 A Different Kind of Meaning (E, 17k) by p103 @p103 (art by Zigster)

🎵 Song prompt: Outnumbered - Dermot Kennedy

🎵 Summary: The ceiling doesn't hold any answers, but there are cobwebs scattered across the corners with shadows tangled in their threads. The rug against his back is rough and scratchy, threadbare and devoid of colours other than various shades of brown. Harry takes it all in, absorbs the dingy and depressed state of his home. There's a pointed moment of decision, a note about to be played, a silence about to end, and then he rolls to his feet and sets to cleaning.

It's the first constructive thing he's done in years.

📻 Keep Holding On (M, 33k) by gnarf @gnarf (fic) and MaesterChill @maesterchill (art)

🎵 Song prompt: Welshly Arms - Sanctuary

🎵 Summary: After the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry and Draco both fall into their own battles with their mental states. Draco is sent to Azkaban, and Harry turns to drinking, hoping to forget.

Months later, Harry visits St Mungo’s new ward on request of a friend, only to find Draco in a deep vegetative state.

Not willing to give him up, Harry stays by his side, while simultaneously dealing with the Ministry's newest grand idea to make everything worse.

Making new alleys, and losing old ones on the way, would hopefully be worth it in the end.

📻 Fic : Modern Love (E, 61k) by tackytiger @tackytigerfic

📻 Art : Our Love Song (G) by chachisoo @creeeee

🎵 Song prompt: Modern Love by David Bowie

🎵 Fic summary: Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is.

And it really doesn’t seem fair that Draco Malfoy is back in Harry’s life, all of a sudden, and even though he’s wandless, and living with Muggles, and making his mother cry with his lifestyle choices, he’s happy. So what's he doing right, that Harry isn’t?

Because things don’t really change, do they? And if Harry can’t be happy, he’ll settle for a good night’s sleep, some posh antiques, and the opportunity to find out what Malfoy has been up to for all these years.

And that’s what starts it all.

🎵 Art summary: Harry and Draco enjoying a Sunday morning bus ride in London.

📻 For the Thousandth Time (T, 14k) by bluefay @thesleepiesthufflepuff (fic) and mehroomiyat (art)

🎵 Song Prompt: Lucky by Aurora

🎵 Summary: When Draco's wand refuses to work after the war, he turns to Harry for help.

📻 Fic : Returning Tides (E, 24.5k) by Zigster @zigster-ao3

📻 Art : Love Will Tear Us Apart (G) by Zigster @zigster-ao3

🎵 Song prompt: Love Will Tear Us Apart by Joy Division

🎵 Fic summary:

Is my timing that flawed? Our respect run so dry? Yet there's still this appeal That we've kept through our lives

🎵 Art summary: Art piece to accompany the fic ‘Returning Tides’, based on the song claim, 'Love Will Tear Us Apart' by Joy Division ***** Harry's brooding while straddling a motorbike. Need I say more?

📻 That Sweet Sweet Craving (E, 33.2k) by TheUltimateUndesirable @ultimateundesirable

🎵 Song prompt: Bleeding Out by Imagine Dragons

🎵 Summary: Harry is miserable living a lie because he thinks being a gay role model is wrong. Fake dates raising money for a charity that ends up putting him in a situation he had never expected. Draco Malfoy appears back in his life by some odd chance trying to flip his world upside down and he isn't sure it's a good thing. Malfoy always worked that way to him. Mental health issues, sex, escaping, and that sweet sweet craving of happiness.

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic 🎶

📻 Follow the Water (T, 38.2k) by xanthippe74 @xanthippe74

🎵 Song prompt: “Follow the Water” by Calexico/Iron & Wine

🎵 Summary: Harry Potter’s life is fine. Maybe a little dull and predictable, but he shouldn’t complain about that, right? When he unexpectedly finds himself at Luna’s house one afternoon, Harry gets invited to join the secret wonderland that she’s creating with a surprising group of friends. Maybe a summer outdoors is just what a former hero needs to bring some zest back into his life.

📻 Life goes not backward (T, 8.8k) by shealwaysreads @shealwaysreads

🎵 Song prompt: Daughter by Loudon Wainwright

🎵 Summary: Harry still isn’t used to gifts, but this one is different.

A story of coming home, finding safe ground, and the wild courage of putting down roots.

Leaving one life behind isn’t always a sacrifice, and sometimes the greatest good comes from embracing the people you love.

📻 The Way We Used To Love (E, 5.3k) by Zzzara @big-draco-energy

🎵 Song prompt: 'Used to Love' by Martin Garrix & Dean Lewis

🎵 Summary: Is there hope when what is not enough for the one happens to be too much for the other?

📻 but if you close your eyes (T, 3.3k) by cloudlesslysky @cloudlesslysky

🎵 Song prompt: Pompeii by Bastille

🎵 Summary: The New Magic Order is trying to take over Wizarding Britain. They're not the Death Eaters, but they're not any better either.

The lines of alliance have shifted, but Harry is still on the front lines working tirelessly to stop them.

📻 Haunt the corner of my eye (T, 23k) by harryromper @harryromper

🎵 Song prompt: Echoes of You - Marianas Trench

🎵 Summary: Harry’s life is very much on track. After a successful career as an Auror, he’s set to become the youngest ever Minister for Magic. But strange things are starting to happen at Grimmauld Place. Items he doesn’t recognise are appearing left and right, and somehow he never feels quite alone. There’s only one thing Harry knows for sure: it has something to do with Draco Malfoy.

📻 Now that the spring is in the air (T, 5.7k) by cloudlesslysky @cloudlesslysky

🎵 Song prompt: Seasons in the Sun by Westlife

🎵 Summary: A surprise attack in Diagon Alley leaves Draco struggling to make peace with the fact that he won't live long enough to experience his own wedding.

📻 Seven Days to Monday (M, 11.7k) by static_abyss @static_abyss

🎵 Song prompt: Say Something - A Great Big World

🎵 Summary: There are seven days before Harry has to meet Draco for the final signing of their divorce papers. It's been months and the surprise at finding nothing but more cold sheets and an empty pillow next to him still catches Harry unaware. He doesn't know where they go from here. Whether it's possible to go anywhere after everything that's happened between them.

📻 Blond Brew (E, 30.4k) by MicheleBlack @micheleblack

🎵 Song prompt: “Blondes” by Waterparks

🎵 Summary: A blond roast with soy milk makes Draco's morning, but a pair of green eyes makes his week.

📻 A Series of Nonsensical Events (T, 12.8k) by CoffeeCurse @coffee-curse

🎵 Song prompt: My Gospel by Charlie Puth

🎵 Summary: Malfoy is up to something. When Harry and the other Aurors are called into a Gringotts break-in and find him the culprit, Harry’s at a total loss.

But things only get weirder from then on.

📻 Ignore the Truth (E, 2.6k) by static_abyss @static_abyss

🎵 Song prompt: Dangerously - Charlie Puth

🎵 Summary: "Longtime on-again-off-again lovers Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were caught in a compromising position in one the Ministry's lifts yesterday evening. While fans of the couple are optimistic, there's still doubt as to whether or not this particular reconciliation will last. When asked directly about the nature of his relationship with Draco Malfoy, the Boy Who Lived had simply this to say, 'Fuck right off, we're busy.'"

- The Daily Prophet, "Love Is In The Air," 28th Oct. 2005.

📻 Your Daddy Knows (You're A Flame) (E, 27.8k) by Ladderofyears @ladderofyears

🎵 Song prompt: Babyfather by Sade (2010)

🎵 Summary: It's just over a week until Draco's twenty-fifth birthday party and Harry Potter is a busy wizard. Amongst all the excitements of fatherhood, work and friends, Harry realises something special about his husband Draco. He is pregnant with their second, much wanted baby.

There's only one problem: Draco is entirely oblivious to the fact and seems determined to remain so.

📻 Don't search me in here (E, 6.7k) by Sassy3 @sassy-sassy3

🎵 Song prompt: Gone - Charlie XCX & Christine and the Queens

🎵 Summary: Draco spotted him in a corner, crowded by Ministry employees. He looked like an animal, trapped in a cage. He had a strained smile on his , and his eyes were looking everywhere else than on the people in front of him.

Draco can’t quite help himself, watching Potter from afar. Just out of curiosity, of course. He’s happy with his life, nothing is missing, and if he’s lonely it’s entirely by choice.

📻 I Can Be Your Lighthouse (T, 4k) by orpheus87

🎵 Song prompt: The Lighthouse by The Used

🎵 Summary: When Harry gets called to investigate reports of Dark magic, the last thing he expects to find is an almost unconscious Draco Malfoy. After multiple instances, he resolves to find out what's going on.

📻 Drop Everything Now (T, 21k) by parkkate @parkkate

🎵 Song prompt: Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift

🎵 Summary: After accidentally bonding himself to Malfoy, Harry finds himself in an utterly precarious situation…

📻 No one fucks with us (T, 3.3k) by Laura_Sinele @laurasinele

🎵 Song prompt: NFWMB by Hozier

🎵 Summary: Draco Malfoy wonders for how long has Harry Potter been a terrifying force of nature. Harry Potter thinks Draco Malfoy has been a badass MF all along. If the world has to end so they can have some peace and quiet, be it. They'll set it on fire.

📻 Will You Stay with Me? (M, 10.2k) by EvAEleanor @eva-eleanore

🎵 Song prompt: ‘Run’ - Daughter

🎵 Summary: Ten months ago, Draco had found none other than Harry Potter blindly drunk and bleeding outside a Muggle pub. He'd brought him home and hasn't left his side ever since. He looked after him, took care of him when yet another nightmare plagued him.

Harry is sure that Draco will leave him at some point, and he can’t let it happen. He can’t have another person leaving his life unexpectedly. So, Harry forces him to leave — after they spend one last night together.

📻 until the sun has changed the colour of my hair (T, 4.9k) by cloudlesslysky @cloudlesslysky

🎵 Song prompt: Jag saknar dig mindre och mindre - Melissa Horn

🎵 Summary: Draco's life has been one big mess ever since Potter broke up with him. He doesn't want to see his friends, he's too ashamed to see his parents, and his apartment is one giant mess. He's constantly prepared for disaster, and spends his time either alone in Muggle parks or in his apartment. But one day... One beautiful day... He will forget Harry, surely.

📻 Love Found (E, 7.5k) by peachpety @peachpety

🎵 Song Prompt: I Found, by Amber Run

🎵 Summary: During Harry’s sixth year, Draco Malfoy joins the Order as a double-agent and continues with his task to get the Death Eaters into the castle as assigned by Voldemort. Draco succeeds with his mission the evening Harry returns from the caves with Dumbledore. The boys reunite on the Astronomy Tower and, with the Death Eater’s arrival, are forced to engage in a fight, driving Harry to come to terms with his feelings about true friendship and romantic love.

📻 On the Third Day He Took Me to the River (M, 14.4k) by pixiedustatsundown @pixiedustatsundown

🎵 Song prompt: 'Where the Wild Roses Grow - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds ft. Kylie Minogue'

🎵 Summary: This is a story of two lonely young men falling in love.

This is a story about dreams and duty, about witches that give purpose to the one and doom the other.

You think you know how the story goes, but this is a different story, and it doesn't end well.

📻 (When They Only Hear You Whisper) I'll Be Loud For You (T, 2.8k) by VeelaWings @veelawings

🎵 Song prompt: There for You - Martin Garrix/Troye Sivan

🎵 Summary: Potter must have been having nightmares again. He was restless in his bed across the room. Moonlight shone through his open bed curtains and highlighted the contours of his body, the grimace on his face blatant. His thick blanket was kicked down, one leg still covered by his twisted sheet, the musk of his sweat pungent in their small dorm. Low grunts accounted for the majority of the noise he made, but it was peppered by the occasional groan or unclear shout of words. However, ‘No,’ was always clear.

Draco hated it.

📻 The Interview (T, 17.3k) by Cibee (Cibeeeee) @cibeewastaken

🎵 Song prompt: Just Say Yes - Snow Patrol

🎵 Summary: One interview had Draco realizing how naïve he was for thinking he deserved Harry.

📻 Lookalike (M, 1.4k) by Zzzara @big-draco-energy

🎵 Song prompt: 'Lookalike' by Conan Gray

🎵 Summary: When you look in his eyes, Do you think of mine? And when you look at that smile, Do I cross your mind? I know in your head You see me instead 'Cause he looks a lot like I did back then Baby, don't lie, He's just a lookalike... ©

📻 As Fascinating As a Slap Bracelet (T, 13.2k) by acupforslytherin @acupforslytherin

🎵 Song prompt: Have It All - Jason Mraz

🎵 Summary: Who would have thought that a wacky little Muggle toy would lead to an unlikely friendship between Harry and Draco? Not Harry, certainly.

Who would have thought that this friendship would bloom into something more? Well, Ron, for one.

📻 If Sex Is the Drug, Then What Is the Cost (E, 3.8k) by EvAEleanor @eva-eleanore

🎵 Song prompt: I Almost Told You That I Loved You - Papa Roach

🎵 Summary: For quite some time, Harry has been seeing Malfoy. Well... Actually, he's hired Malfoy, to keep him company, in his bedroom. It's only sex — honestly — and since Malfoy is the best, he's the only person Harry wants. That's all it is, right?

📻 I Grow Fonder Every Day (M, 21.6k) by Drarrelie @drarrelie

🎵 Song prompt: One and Only by Adele

🎵 Summary: Draco still doesn’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse, sharing a flat in Muggle London with Harry Potter.

It’s all Draco’s ever wanted — more than he’d ever wished for. And if it entails suppressing his inconvenient feelings for the man, so what? He’s perfectly happy with his life as it is, perfectly content with just having Potter close and enjoying his company.

That is, until one Friday evening at the beginning of April when the end starts.

📻 How Can I Live Without you? (G, 2.2k) by ununquadius @ununquadius

🎵 Song prompt: "So Far Away", by Avenged Sevenfold

🎵 Summary: After Draco's death, Harry wonders how can he live without the one he loves when he's so far away.

📻 Following the Arrow to Your Heart (E, 10.9k) by goddessofthehearth

🎵 Song prompt: Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran

🎵 Summary: After the war, Draco is recruited into the Department of Love (aka Cupid's Arrow). His job is to bring together witches and wizards whose magical signatures are only compatible with each others' (essentially soulmates). As they all learned during training, Cupids are chosen because they do not have soulmates.

Six years later, Draco's convinced himself that he's perfectly fine with not having a soulmate. But his latest client turns out to be Harry Potter, and he's forced to reconsider in light of his old feelings.

📻 cos I only need your name to call the reasons why I fought (T, 6.6k) by cloudlesslysky @cloudlesslysky

🎵 Song prompt: War, by Poets of the Fall

🎵 Summary: Ron and Hermione leave the Horcrux hunt, leaving a hurt Harry behind.

But at least Draco is still there with him.

📻 Madness (M, 10k) by tigersilver

🎵 Song prompt: House of Fun by Madness

🎵 Summary: A desperate search for contraception all around Diagon Alley.

📻 Between Myth and Man (E, 16.2k) by slytherco @slytherco

🎵 Song prompt: Why'd you only call me when you're high? - Arctic Monkeys

🎵 Summary: Draco, lost and a little broken, navigates post-war reality convinced that people like him should not be allowed to make their own choices. To solve the problem of his self-sabotaging tendencies, he starts taking a few drops of Veritaserum every morning.

A story about the complexity of choices, repressed desires that come to the surface when we least expect them, and the utter hopelessness of truths built on a foundation of lies.

📻 stay awhile (stay here with me) (T, 3.1k) by panicparade @panicissharp

🎵 Song prompt: I like me better - Lauv

🎵 Summary: "Then when?" Harry tries again. He's not sure if he really wants to see the photo or if he just wants to keep talking to Malfoy. This Malfoy, who is so different from what he was expecting. In his Muggle jeans and smartly pressed sweater, with an air of vulnerability around him that Harry isn't used to seeing, Malfoy looks approachable in a way he never has before.

Harry stops his fidgeting as Malfoy looks up to meet his eyes. Through the hum of the crowded pub, he has to strain a little to hear him. "Maybe," Malfoy starts, hesitating a little but never breaking eye contact, "one day?"

📻 All it needs is messing it up and stars (G, 5.9k) by a_reader_and_writer @harrypotterfanfictionwriter

🎵 Song prompt: Tongue Tied by Faber Drive

🎵 Summary: After the war all the Malfoy's came off with light sentences. Now during 8th year Draco is finally free to be himself and date his crush; Harry Potter. Or at least so he thought..

A letter from his father rips that happiness away.

But maybe in the end it will take just a bit of messing up and some stars to get that happiness back.

📻 I'm gonna let it happen (E, 12.3k) by tomoewantsdolls @tomoewantsdolls

🎵 Song prompt: Florence + The Machine - Shake it out

🎵 Summary: And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope It's a shot in the dark and right at my throat 'Cause looking for heaven, found the devil in me Looking for heaven, for the devil in me Well what the hell I'm gonna let it happen to me

📻 I feel it in my bones (M, 6.3k) by cloudlesslysky @cloudlesslysky

🎵 Song prompt: Radioactive - Imagine Dragons

🎵 Summary: Harry’s heartbeat is loud in his ears as his heart pounds in his chest. His lungs burn as he pants for air. His legs are screaming in protests as he continues to push them to their limit, forcing himself to run ever faster.

📻 Born in the U.S.A. (M, 9k) by KittyCargo @kittycargo

🎵 Song prompt: I'm on Fire by Bruce Springsteen

🎵 Summary: “You need to come home, Draco.”

“What? Why? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, I just have an opportunity for you, and you need to come home to take it.”

When Draco's mother insists he comes home, he drags his feet and convinces his friends to take a road trip.

📻 just tell me when it's alright (E, 23k) by M0stlyVoid @bonesliketambourines

🎵 Song prompt: Teeth, Lady Gaga

🎵 Summary: Harry’s been fighting tooth and nail for any bit of normalcy he can get his hands on. He’s sick of feeling like something’s wrong with him, tired of feeling different. He thinks he’s finally gotten to the root of it, and has settled into a routine that makes him happy. Naturally, that’s when Draco Malfoy walks back into his life and upends it once again. Has Harry bitten off more than he can chew with his former rival?

📻 The Courting by the Pureblood Who Only Has Five Milligrams of Romantic Intelligence and Thinks He’s Real Smooth (T, 19.4k) by Cibee (Cibeeeee) @cibeewastaken

🎵 Song prompt: Cupid - Amy Winehouse

🎵 Summary: Draco could grab Potter and shove him into a stall before proceeding to suck his soul out of his dick, but secretly, deep down, in the part of Draco that he will never admit to anyone, he is (everyone pauses to shudder) a romantic. Potter is not someone Draco wants a one-off with. Potter is — Draco’s beloved!

So Draco decides to boldly go where no one has gone before: to put himself through scrutiny; their friends’ teasing and pranks; unsound romantic advice from a house-elf; wearing pretty clothes; all to try and win Potter’s heart through courtship.

(An unnamed ginger bastard can be heard yelling from afar: “This is actually a detailed guide on how not to court someone!”)

But who cares about the opinions of redheads? Literally no one.

📻 What Will We Do With a Drunken Harry? (E, 4.9k) by Thunder_of_Dragons @thunder-of-dragons

🎵 Song prompt: "Drunken Sailor" by The Irish Rovers

🎵 Summary: A victorious Quidditch match, a claimed Quidditch Cup, and a wild House party can mean only one thing. Will the aftermath lead to one excruciating hangover in the morning, or will it perhaps lead to something more?

📻 Though Your World Is Changing, I Will Be The Same (E, 15.9k) by hephaestiions

🎵 Song prompt: Slave To Love by Bryan Ferry

🎵 Summary: “I shower after work,” Harry had told him once when Draco had asked what cologne had such longevity as to be effective after a full day of gruelling Auror work.

“For me?” Draco had asked. Teased, just a little. There had been a smile lingering on the edges of his consciousness, threatening to traipse onto his mouth.

“For Ginny,” Harry had said, voice flat. “She hates it when I come back sweaty and crackling with other people’s hexes. Did you know magic has a smell? I didn’t until she told me.”

–

It's all fun and games, till somebody falls in love. Given his luck, it's obviously Draco who has to go and do it.

📻 I Can't Help Falling in Love with You (NR, 4.8k) by readdreamwrite26 @readdreamwrite26

🎵 Song prompt: I can't help falling in love with you - Elvis Presley

🎵 Summary: Harry stood up and set his hand out to Draco. “Dance?” “I didn’t know you danced, Potter.” “Hm, I’ve danced a lot in my time," Harry replied smugly. “How do I know you won’t step on my feet?” “You don’t, but I think the risk will be worth it.”

📻 Searching For a Place to Hide (T, 12.5k) by Erin_Riwen @erin-riwen

🎵 Song prompt: Love Will Keep Us Alive - The Eagles

🎵 Summary: After the war, there were threats against the Malfoys. Needing them kept safe until the trials are over, the Ministry puts them in protective custody but a murder attempt proves there’s a Ministry leak. Desperate, the Ministry decides a safe house is best, but who to trust to keep it secret and keep them safe? Narcissa calls in a life debt, the Minster calls in a favour and Harry Potter wonders why his life continues to hate him.

Along the way, the Malfoys learn how to be a family again, Harry learns that some things are not how he thought and maybe never were, and the touch-starved boys discover that they may be each other's forever answer.

📻 Isolated Thunderstorms and Scattered Showers (T, 21.3k) by triggerlil @triggerlil

🎵 Song prompt: Iris - the GooGoo Dolls

🎵 Summary: Post-war, Harry needs space. Everything is too much all at once, and time and time again, he finds himself pulling the invisibility cloak over his head, just for a bit of peace.

Returning for eighth year is hard, especially when you're considered a war hero, and your name is Harry James Potter. It's just that things go a little wonky when Harry starts following Malfoy, and finds that he can't (or doesn't want to) stop.

📻 Kiss It Better (E, 1.5k) by articcat621 @articcat621

🎵 Song prompt: Kiss It Better by Rihanna

🎵 Summary: When Harry's injured, Draco knows there's no place he'd rather be than by his side.

📻 (shut up and) dance with me (T, 7.9k) by punk_rock_yuppie @punk-rock-yuppie

🎵 Song prompt: Shut Up and Dance - Walk the Moon

🎵 Summary: Four dances Harry and Draco share.

📻 In Love with the Ferret (E, 21.9k) by Pineau_noir @pineau-noir

🎵 Song prompt: I'm Yours by Jason Mraz

🎵 Summary: Harry has never been the most observant bloke. Sometimes to the point of him not realising his feelings for a particular pointy, pale git. And it's not his fault if literally everyone else knows about said feelings except for Harry and the git in question. So it's really not his fault, when faced with the scope of his feelings, he suddenly has a hard time talking to one Draco Malfoy. Or looking him in the eye. Or not being a total weirdo around him.

There's nothing to do but take the advice of his friends and try to woo Draco over dinners with friends, Ministry cases, and an unfortunately named Italian restaurant.

Harry just can't stop the flutter in his chest when he sees Draco smile.

📻 Dance with me? (M, 8.2k) by Aylaar @accioxanxiety

🎵 Song prompt: I Wanna Dance With Somebody - Whitney Houston

🎵 Summary: Draco had given up on love, until one day sitting outside the usual gaudy cafe he frequented 'people watching' he spotted Harry Potter lurking, a suspicious Draco investigates and a series of events ensue.

📻 The Cupid Incident (E, 12.6k) by meandminniemcg @meandminniemcg

🎵 Song prompt: Can' Get You out of My Head - Kylie Minogue

🎵 Summary: Draco gets into the way of a potions attack and can't get Potter out of his head.

📻 Carouse (E, 19.9k) by Drarryismymuse (Hatchersn) @drarryismymuse

🎵 Song prompt: Dead by Madison Beer

🎵 Summary: Carouse (verb): To drink plentiful amounts of alcohol and enjoy oneself with others in a noisy, lively way.

Harry finds himself using alcohol in increasingly dangerous ways to cope with the stresses of life. When he is put on leave from work to sort out his issue, he instead falls head first into a lively club scene where he can drink and fuck his worries away. That is, until a certain blond from his past reappears and throws off his entire routine.

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Songs I Listen to While Writing Sorted by Genre/Type of Scene

(Some songs will be in more than one category)

Romance Scenes- we fell in love in october by girl in red Strawberries and Cigarettes by Troye Sivan Fool by Cavetown Call Me by 90sFlav Girls by girl in red 3AM by Finding Hope Dream Girl by Anna of the North Stay by Zedd & Alessia Cara Somebody To Tell Me by Tyler Glenn Secrets by One Republic Paris by The Chainsmokers Safe and Sound by Capital Cities Wild Heart by Bleachers A Thousand Years by Christina Perri Fire on Fire by Sam Smith Angel With a Shotgun by The Cab She Looks So Perfect by 5 Seconds of Summer Jet Pack Blues by Fall Out Boy Trade Mistakes by Panic! At The Disco When the Day Met the Night by Panic! At The Disco Moral of the Story by Ashe We Can’t Be Friends by Dream Koala Public Making Out Is Like Ugh by DNE Moon River by Audrey Hepburn Mystery of Love by Sufjan Stevens Alewife by Clairo Girls Like Girls by Hayley Kiyoko Futile Devices (Doveman Remix) by Sufjan Stevens Midnight Love by girl in red

Calm Scenes- Call Me by 90sFlav 5:32 by The Deli Crush by Esthie Coffee Breath by Sofia Mills Santa Monica Dream by Angus & Julia Stone Fool by Cavetown Golden Hour by Jonathon Morali Crosses by José González Death Bed by Powfu (Beat Only) 3AM by Finding Hope Waterloo Sunset by The Kinks Shy Girl by Kedam Counting Stars by One Republic Kaleidoscope Eyes by Panic! At The Disco She Had The World by Panic! At The Disco This Is Home by Cavetown Lua by Bright Eyes Sweater Weather by The Neighborhood Bedroom by Litany FLAMIN HOT CHEETOS by Clairo Will She Come Back by girl in red To All Of You by Syd Matters

Sad/Emotional Scenes- Obstacles by Syd Matters Runaway by Aurora Cancer by My Chemical Romance Unsteady by X Ambassadors State of Dreaming by MARINA Raquel y Sergio Juntos by Ivan M. Lacamera Coming Home by Falling in Reverse Spanish Sahara by Foals I’m Bad at Life by Falling in Reverse 7 Years by Lukas Graham Lost It All by Black Veil Brides Teen Idle by MARINA Hall of Fame by The Script Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish 21 Guns by Green Day Pirate Love Song by Black Heart Shatter Me by Lindsey Stirling Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez The Light Behind Your Eyes by My Chemical Romance Helena (So Long and Goodnight) by My Chemical Romance Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance I Don’t Love You by My Chemical Romance The Ghost of You by My Chemical Romance Bishop Knife Trick by Fall Out Boy Indomitable by Casey Lee Williams The End of All Things by Panic! At The Disco Always by Panic! At The Disco Impossible Year by Panic! At The Disco Dying in LA by Panic! At The Disco Northern Downpour by Panic! At The Disco Far Too Young To Die by Panic! At The Disco This Is Gospel by Panic! At The Disco House of Memories by Panic! At The Disco Moral of the Story by Ashe Reason to Stay by Sody Anchor by Novo Amor Sober II (Melodrama) by Lorde Mt. Washington by Local Natives Mountains by Message To Bears

Action/Fight Scenes- Finish Line by Skillet I Ran (Epic Trailer Version) by Hidden Citizens Another One Bites The Dust (Epic Trailer Version) by Hidden Citizens Back From the Dead by Skillet Never Give In by Black Veil Brides The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy DESTROYA by My Chemical Romance Warriors by Imagine Dragons Bella Ciao by Manu Pilas What’s Up Danger by Blackway & Black Caviar The Resistance by Skillet Feel Invincible by Skillet In The End by Black Veil Brides Days Are Numbered by Black Veil Brides Fallen Angels by Black Veil Brides Caffeine by Casey Lee Williams This Will Be The Day by Casey Lee Williams 300 Violin Orchestra by Jorge Quintero Radioactive by Imagine Dragons Ready Aim Fire by Imagine Dragons Silent Running (Epic Trailer Version) by Hidden Citizens I’d Love to Change the World (Matstubs Remix) by Jetta Tommy’s Theme by NOISIA The Sharpest Lives by My Chemical Romance Mama by My Chemical Romance My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Light ‘Em Up) by Fall Out Boy The Carpal Tunnel of Love by Fall Out Boy Young and Menace by Fall Out Boy

Happy/Fun Scenes- Tongue Tied by Grouplove Bang! by AJR 100 Bad Days by AJR Wasted by Tiësto 3 Nights by Dominic Fike City in a Garden by Fall Out Boy I Took a Pill in Ibiza (SeeB Remix) by Mike Posner Safe and Sound by Capital Cities Collar Full by Panic! At The Disco Ahead By a Century by The Tragically Hip American Idiot by Green Day Superhero by The Script Wild Things by Alessia Cara Here’s To Never Growing Up by Avril Lavigne Do It All The Time by I Don’t Know How But They Found Me Burn by Ellie Goulding Move To Miami by Enrique Iglesias & Pitbull Mad Hatter by Melanie Martinez King of the World by Young Rising Sons Bulletproof Heart by My Chemical Romance Na Na Na by My Chemical Romance Miss Missing You by Fall Out Boy Where Did The Party Go by Fall Out Boy Sunshine Riptide by Fall Out Boy Last of the Real Ones by Fall Out Boy Wilson (Expensive Mistakes) by Fall Out Boy Time To Dance by Panic! At The Disco Crazy=Genius by Panic! At The Disco The Overpass by Panic! At The Disco Roaring 20s by Panic! At The Disco Victorious by Panic! At The Disco LA Devotee by Panic! At The Disco Don’t Threaten Me With a Good Time by Panic! At The Disco Something Good by alt-j Hollywood by MARINA

Badass/Dark Scenes- Pretty Waste by Bones UK Bubblegum Bitch by MARINA Born For This by The Score Kings & Queens by Ava Max Castle by Halsey Caffeine by Casey Lee Williams Heaven Knows by The Pretty Reckless Joan of Arc by In This Moment Believer by Imagine Dragons Sand Storm by Apashe you should see me in a crown by Billie Eilish Power & Control by MARINA Fancy by Iggy Azalea Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift Empire of Our Own by RAIGN Revolution by Unsecret & Ruelle Unstoppable by The Score Control by Halsey Gasoline by Halsey Tag, You’re It by Melanie Martinez Up In The Air by Thirty Seconds To Mars So What by P!NK Do It Like A Dude by Jessie J Ready For It? by Taylor Swift Teenagers by My Chemical Romance Centuries by Fall Out Boy I Don’t Care by Fall Out Boy Rat a Tat by Fall Out Boy Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea by Fall Out Boy Champion by Fall Out Boy Thnks fr the Mmrs by Fall Out Boy One Thing by Casey Lee Williams I May Fall by Casey Lee Williams This Life Is Mine by Casey Lee Williams Let’s Kill Tonight by Panic! At The Disco Girls/Girls/Boys by Panic! At The Disco The Good, The Bad, and The Dirty by Panic! At The Disco Mount Everest by Labrinth Legendary by Skillet Homewrecker by MARINA Modern Day Cain by I Don’t Know How But They Found Me

That One Vibin’ Scene- When I RIP by Labrinth Sweatin’ Somethin’ Awful by Okey Dokey Wasted by Tiësto Leave Me Alone by I Don’t Know How But They Found Me Piano Fire by Sparklehorse Blinding Lights by The Weeknd Good News by Ocean Park Standoff Hey There Delilah by Plain White T’s East of Eden by Zella Day Hazy Shade of Winter by The Bangles (or the Gerard Way cover) 5:15 by Bridgit Mendler Here by Alessia Cara Joan of Arc by In This Moment Mr. Doctor Man by Palaye Royale Cool For a Second by Yumi Zouma Counting Stars by One Republic Daddy Issues by The Neighborhood Ho Hey by The Lumineers We Can’t Be Friends by Dream Koala Public Making Out Is Like Ugh by DNE Sober II (Melodrama) by Lorde North by Sleeping at Last 400 Lux by Lorde No. 1 Party Anthem by Arctic Monkeys Still Don’t Know My Name by Labrinth Primadonna by MARINA dontmakemefallinlove by Cuco

That ‘Holy Shit I Can’t Believe That Just Happened’ Scene- All For Us by Labrinth (or the Zendaya version) Raquel y Sergio Juntos by Ivan M. Lacamera Forever by Labrinth Coming Home by Falling in Reverse Superheroes by Falling in Reverse (also works really well for cliffhanger-ending scenes) Carry On by Falling in Reverse The Thunder Rolls by Garth Brooks (if you don’t like country music, listen to the All That Remains cover) Zombie by The Cranberries Obstacles by Syd Matters Glory and Gore by Lorde Empire of Our Own by RAIGN When It’s All Over by RAIGN Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap

The Cinematic Teen Experience Scene- Amsterdam by Imagine Dragons Midnight City by M83 Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush (Meg Myers’ cover does better with the category though) Good News by Ocean Park Standoff Circles by Post Malone Rollercoaster by Bleachers Bad Idea! by girl in red Mr. Brightside by The Killers Fireflies by Owl City Undercover Martyn by Two Door Cinema Club Check Yes Juliet by We The Kings The Kids From Yesterday by My Chemical Romance I’m Not Okay by My Chemical Romance Fourth of July by Fall Out Boy Tip Toe by Imagine Dragons Someone To You by Banners Gone Gone Gone by Phillip Phillips Make You Mine by PUBLIC Out of my League by Fitz and The Tantrums Perks of Being a Sunflower by Soft Glas A World Alone by Lorde Wetsuit by The Vaccines Bored to Death by blink-182 There’s a Place by The All-American Rejects 18 by Anabor Mother by Smallpools Tompkins Square Park by Mumford and Sons 400 Lux by Lorde The Horse by Beach Fossils Ribs by Lorde Can I Call You Tonight? by Dayglow Hot Rod by Dayglow Marlboro Nights by Lonely God Under Stars by Aurora Sweet Disposition by The Temper Trap Do Not Wat by Wallows Cold Cold Man by Saint Motel Forget Her by girl in red Buzzcut Season by Lorde A World Alone by Lorde Time to Pretend by MGMT Kids by MGMT Bags by Clairo My Tears Are Becoming a Sea by M83 Talia by King Princess (or the girl in red cover) Maybe by girl in red

And yeah that’s all I have for now. If you want any other categories just ask cause I’ll probably make a part two anyways.

#writing #author #songs #music #vibes #the songs i listen to are so specific #they have to be the exact song during the exact scene #its crazy #writer

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I Don’t Hate You - Part 18 (Jason Todd x Reader)

MOTHER FUCKERS THE FLUFF IS BACK I REPEAT THE FLUFF IS BACK AND THIS IS THE MOST I WROTE IN A SINGLE DAY I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY THIS

ALSO YOURE LOOKING AT THE BITCH YOU ACTUALLY WROTE A FUCKING SONG FOR THE LOVE OF THIS ASSHOLE HAHAHAHAHAHA I ACTUALLY WROTE Y/N’S ORIGINAL SONG HOW BOUT THAT

WORDS: 9079 FUCKING WORDS WARNINGS: FLUFFFFFFFFFF (and a lil angst) ALSO SPOILERS FOR THE MOVIE ORPHAN

Masterlist

I DON’T HATE YOU - MASTERLIST

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It was a dirty, dangerous promise and he never should’ve given in at the last minute.

The rational part of him left over from his existing sanity endlessly scolded him for the reckless act of leaving before he’d knowingly change his mind of promising you crucial, needless to say dangerous three days. Just a few months ago, he rose from the dead, defied the odds, cold-bloodedly murdered dozens of people a single night, and the one moment he let his guard down, he let himself look into your eyes and give in. He gave in. Like the idiotic teenage boy you thought he still was. He definitely wasn’t that anymore, and he knew for an obvious, undeniable fact that there was no turning around who he was, or what he was now.

And all those months of hiding in the shadows, barely keeping up his stealth just so you wouldn’t suspect anything out of him, it had all gone for nothing because of Grayson’s blabber mouth he wanted to put a bullet in right now. He did that for a purpose. He never wanted you to see him the way he was right now. He knew what he was doing was absolutely necessary, do what Batman was too much of a coward to do and end the lives that would’ve taken a hundred more of the innocents’.

But it didn’t mean he thought it was right. He hated morals and patronized Bruce so much for that, when he was Robin and still lived under his roof. But each time he shed blood, there was no denying that he wished there would have been other alternatives to have put them down for good. Which there wasn’t. This was his ultimate, necessary resort. He’d do that if he had to, never mind people looking down on him or seeing him in a bad light. At least, he knew, that he saved so many with his actions. That alone was enough to drive him to do what he does.

He wouldn’t hide it, but when it came to you, Y/N, you’d be ashamed of what he’d become. When you loved, you loved hard. He had never felt so secure with anyone else. You loved him greatly, and you made him feel like you were terrified of losing him, maybe even more than he was terrified of losing you, which was already great in itself. And he reveled in that love, made sure he never took advantage of it and gave you the exact same amount of love back. Not because he had to, but because he actually did love you that much. And he wanted you to feel that.

But that was when you were kids… As great as that love was, he couldn’t possible rekindle anything for now. You were of no part of his vigilante life when he met you, and he made sure it stayed that way. That was why he never came to tell you. You were so precious to him, the best taste of a life that was normal, content, and happy beyond what he could describe. He didn’t want you to be exposed to any of that. It was basically why he left you the moment you knew about him.

Now, he was ten times worse. He willingly killed. He made deals with actual human demons. He’s a part of the most dangerous debacles the whole world has ever seen. With the League, the al Ghul’s, the fact that he was a living, breathing zombie. You just couldn’t be a part of that anymore. No matter how much his life turned to the worst, he couldn’t have this for you. He couldn’t possibly be worth all the pain and trouble that came with merely being by his side. Not a chance. He wouldn’t make himself worth it.

If he was, he’d put you in the worst place possible. And you didn’t deserve that.

He fell in love with how human, genuine, and real you were. All those times he had with you, dates and adventures and lying in bed laughing all night, he couldn’t possibly destroy that. You deserved that kind of happiness and normality that strayed you away from the danger that he was.

But if it meant spending the next three days with you, going through all this just to give you the kind of closure you never had the first time he left, it was the least he could do. And after that, if you truly kept to your promise, you’d move on from him and live the life you always deserved. And you had to. He’ll make sure of that. He’ll make sure that the next three days, you’ll either be so repulsed of the sight of him, or give you a slow, much needed exit from his life that was unnecessarily dramatic but still all the more necessary. He’ll give you that. You deserved that. No matter how much he didn’t.

He’ll keep his cool, maintain enough distance not to spark anything he wouldn’t want to start that would only make matters worse. He’ll make sure you’d instead be exhausted of your apparent attachment to him, and by the end of this, you’ll willingly leave. Even though this was extremely idiotic in his part and defied practically everything he told himself not to fall into for the last few months since he had enough sanity in him to have any logical thought, he’ll have to orchestrate this whole thing so it ends as smoothly as it should.

And when this is all over, when you finally get to live your life, he promised himself that he’ll never-ever-see you again.

He won't follow you back home from your university, to your part time job, to the restaurants you go with your friends or even an alley you were too dangerous to go in. He scared all the thugs enough not to go back. So it was safe. Hopefully.

No matter how much it stung, he’ll stay away from you. For good.

Jason, wearing a black hoodie and some jeans despite the warm summer weather, walked down the sidewalk going down to your street. He was nervous, and all the promises he kept for himself, he made sure to remember them before he left this morning.

When he reached the curb, he stopped before the pedestrian lane and waited for the light to turn green.

You were there, right outside your apartment standing by the steps. Right across from him. You wore a dark red sleeveless top and a skirt that went down to your thighs. Your eyes were on your phone, momentarily looking up. No wind blew against your hair, but it flowed to your little movement, falling from behind your shoulder down to your chest.

He didn’t see it last night, especially with it being so dark.

But you grew up so beautifully mellowed, exactly how he would’ve envisioned you to look now from three years ago, except he didn’t realize he’d be in this place now. And with it being everything he expected, it meant that you, despite the futile halting of his mesmerized thoughts, were heart-stoppingly beautiful in every way he could have imagined.

He watched you, from the other side of the street, making sure his sweating palms were out of sight. The car noises and crowd talking had been long blurred out and silenced. His eyes, they were poignant and unmoving, forehead creased up like he was worried when there shouldn’t be anything to worry about. People around him started to cross the lane, and he went along with them. He never dared to look away from you, not even for a second. You looked up, tapping your phone onto your palm.

When you caught his eyes, you smiled.

He knew he shouldn’t.

But your smile, small, yet everything he thought he’d never get to see ever again, it unwillingly forced him to smile back. Jason reached the sidewalk, went over to you, and you kept your pretty little smile as you waited for him.

“Hi.”

He breathed in, forgetting just about everything he thought about at that quick minute he stood in a trance and cleared his throat. “Let’s go.”

“You have anything planned?” You placed your hands in front of you.

“Not exactly. You?”

“I do… if you’d let me.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I’ll go wherever.”

“Okay,” you smiled. “I drive.”

“I drive.”

“It’s my car.”

“I don’t know where you’ll take me.”

“You said we can go wherever we want.”

“Just tell me where you wanna go, and I’ll take us there.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes. “Fine, jackass.”

You took him to your car that you had parked just outside your apartment. It was a black sedan, probably from your dad. “Nice ride.”

“Thanks. It’s my dad’s old car.”

You both got in, with him at the driver’s seat. “You and your dad doing good?”

“He wanted me off his life now that he has a new wife and everything. I demanded an apartment, a car, and money for my tuition, or else I wouldn’t stop sneaking into his house and destroy his stuff.”

“Jesus. How the fuck are you still not arrested?”

You made a satisfied, proud little sound when you shrugged. Jason exhaled with a bit of a laugh and started the ignition. “Where are we off to?”

“You know that outdoor Italian place by the plaza?”

“Italian?”

“My treat.”

“Are you serious?”

He should have known you’d turn this into a date. This was everything he hoped wouldn’t happen.

“I have something to do there. Just drive.”

“Fine. Jeez.”

He drove off into the streets, not long before he reached the plaza and parked by one of the empty spots near the open grassy field. You got off the car, walked by his side and you reached Giuseppe’s. It was a quaint little place, just by a giant open field where people usually took their dogs to. The inside was quite full, red and black plaid covering most of the décor. The outside, on the other hand, looked beautiful. The metal seats and the small circular tables that littered the concrete ground built on top of the grass, where trees were around enough to give enough shade from the sun. and there were lines tied from one end of the restaurant all the way to the roof that had little fairy lights on them that would have been gorgeous at night.

He wasn’t comfortable in the slightest. He barely goes out during the day. And he hated being around so many people. In fact, this was probably the first time he eats out of the house that wasn’t the cheap diner across the street. He hated every bit of it.

But anything for you, he guessed.

“For two,” you told the host. And they led you to an empty table in the middle where a big yellow umbrella was standing in the middle. You took your seats, and Jason gave you a dirty, disapproving look.

“This wasn’t supposed to be a date.”

You scoffed. “Sure. Call it that.”

“I didn’t call it a date-“

“Yeah, you totally did. What’s wrong with two friends eating lunch together?”

“At a pricey Italian place?”

“It’s not that expensive here. And take that hoodie off. It’s ninety degrees out.”

He leaned back against his chair, collecting his breath, then pulled down his hoodie.

“That wasn’t so bad, now was it?”

“Shut up.”

Friends. He had to remember that. You called him your friend. He should be happy. It wouldn’t be as hard when you say goodbye to him after 72 hours if you were just his friend.

The waiter came in, and you both gave your orders. You leaned in, smiling, and he tried not to smile back, but the smirk on your face just made him want to chuckle.

“Alright, what is it you wanted to do here?”

From your medium sized purse you had slung over your shoulder, you pulled out a camera, a large black one, and your phone. You scrolled to one of the screenshots you had and handed it to him.

“For our finals, we’re told to write an original song, record it by ourselves, then we make a music video out of it.”

“That sounds…” he scratched the back of his head. “Impressive.”

“And I wanted to get some footage from here in the plaza.”

“You’re gonna film people without their consent?”

“Relax. I won't include their faces. Nothing to worry about.”

You imitated his voice with that last sentence and it made his skin crawl. “Whatever.”

You placed your camera back into your bag.

“You wrote a song, huh?”

“Yeah. Plenty. I’ve gotten good practice overtime.”

“Really?” he leaned over, curving up the corner of his mouth. “Let me hear them.”

“No, you dingus. It’s a really rough draft.”

“All your songs are rough drafts?”

“For now.” The waiter gave you your glasses of water. You drank from it. “I never got to record them in a studio. I had to do them on my own.”

“You have equipment and everything?”

“I have enough. The school lends us what we need.”

“And you wrote the lyrics and wrote the sheets and everything?”

“Everything.” You smiled proudly. “Shouldn’t have doubted you when you told me to choose music.”

Jason smiled at the memory, drinking from his glass. “Yeah…”

Your food eventually came. And you both opted to eat in silence. He shouldn’t be talking so much. He had to remember why he was here in the first place. He shouldn’t be remembering anything that hits too close to what he had to avoid.

He looked up, momentarily watched you eat your pasta.

In a fancy Italian place. Or the school cafeteria.

He smiled at the sight of you.

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“Okay.”

You held your camera up, pointed it at the restaurant when you stood a reasonable distance away on the open field. You looked up, squinted at the sun, then adjusted the lens to get the right amount of light in the shot.

“Jay, stand here.”

“What?”

“Here,” you pointed to your side. “Cover the light.”

“Why me-“

“You grew half a foot since I last saw you. You’re tall enough to block the fucking sun. Come.”

Jason made sure you heard his annoyed grunt and stood over to give you the shade you needed. “Perfect.”

“I feel used.”

“Well, were you just gonna stand there and be useless?”

“When I said I gave you three days, I didn’t mean to be your fucking assistant.”

“Then you should’ve thought of that before you agreed.”

You started recording. Jason must have thought you were filming the couples on a date, kids running about on the grass. You could have covered people’s eyes and caught the bright smiles on their faces, how their face creased up when they laughed so hard they almost toppled off their seats.

But that wasn’t what you were going for.

Instead, you caught the lone man, sitting crouched over on a table with no one sitting next to him. His face was looking down at his book, and his eyes looked almost shut closed. He didn’t once look up at the people around him, at the waiter that gave him his drink. He didn’t even order much but a single plate of pizza. You didn’t catch his whole face, but you caught his eyes, his hands on his book. His back turned to the otherwise on going scene of events around him that he couldn’t be bothered to watch. He probably wasn’t sad, but he definitely looked like it.

You stopped recording and looked back at your footage.

“He won't like that.”

“Hush. No one will recognize him. And no one’s going to find out when the only people actually getting to watch this shit are my professors and a few beta watchers.”

You placed the camera down, then looked around.

“Quick, Jay. Help me find more depressing things to film.”

“Is this another disturbing horror film you made a bunch of in high school?”

“No…”

You winked at him and he guffawed. “I can't believe I let you drag me into this.”

“Quit complaining.”

“You know what this reminds me of?”

He shouldn’t. he really shouldn’t. but he couldn’t help it.

“When you hold me hostage just to help you with your little projects in class.”

“Hey,” you countered, pointing the camera at him. “You happen to be a very good assistant.”

“I’m not your assistant.”

“I passed all my classes with your help, remember?”

Jason ran his fingers through his hair and you noticed him give it a little tug. “Fine. I’ll help you.”

“Good. Now find me another sad thing to film.”

You both started walking down the park’s open area. Kids were running around, people sat on the grass with picnic lunches being set up. People were actually smiling, and the sun shining so brightly didn’t help with the mood, either.

“There.”

Jason pointed you at a bench where a kid was crying. Alone. He didn’t look like he had a scraped knee or anything much to cry about. He was probably lost. “Thanks.”

You took your camera, aimed it at the kid, and made sure you got a shot of his head curved down, his arms covering his body with his legs trembling as they hung off the edge of the bench. You caught the sight of his mouth curving down, the tears running down his face, and you especially made sure to catch him sniffing and wiping his snot off with just his arm. “Poor kid,” Jason said.

“Aaaand, we got it.” You smiled brightly, looking back at your footage with wide eyes and a proud look on your face. You even laughed when you got the shot of his snot.

Jason frowned at you.

“Seriously?”

“What?”

“That kid’s crying.”

“What do you want me to do about it?”

“Go help him.”

“I’m not gonna-“

“Y/N.”

“I make kids cry, not make them feel better.”

Jason laughed at that and shook his head. “Go help him. You got footage from him and it’s the least you could do.”

“He’s not-“

“If you won't do it, then I will.”

You stuffed the camera in your bag and let out a long, irritated grunt. “Fine.”

He walked by your side, and you made your way to the bench. The boy didn’t look up at you, or even notice that you were standing by his side. Jason nudged your shoulder.

“Hey kid,” you said.

He looked up.

“You lost your mom?”

The boy nodded, sniffing and wiping his tears.

You cocked your hip to the side. “Next time listen to her and never keep her out of your sight. The information desk is over there, and if you want you can talk to one of the security gua-“

“Jesus…” Jason set you aside and stepped in to sit beside the little guy. He looked up at him, scared, but Jason gave him a kind smile.

“You alright there, bud?”

The boy licked his lips, rocking his legs in the air. Jason scooted nearer to him. “I like your shirt. You like Batman, huh?”

He nodded slightly, the tears in his eyes coming to a stop.

“Well, I heard he’s not that great. Between you and me, Wonder Woman’s a lot better than he is.”

“Really?”

“By a mile. Plus, she has powers. Can’t get any cooler than that.”

“I guess…”

You sat back, watched him talk to the kid until his nose got a lot less stuffy and his frown turn into a funny little grin when Jason told him a joke.

You smiled, watching Jason’s face scrunch up and his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Wanna go find your mom?”

“Yes, please.”

He stood up, and he held Jason by the wrist. You stood behind them, watching them. And when Jason took him back to the playground where he said he lost his mother, he kneeled down to the kid’s height.

“You ran a long way, bud. Be careful next time. Do you find her?”

He looked around through the dozens of other women in the area watching their children. Jason stood up, seeing from above. And when he saw a woman frantically looking around from the slides, he held the kid’s shoulder. “That her?”

“Yes! Thank you!!!”

The kid looked so happy, giving Jason a high five before he left to hug his mother. Jason watched him leave, then turned to you.

You felt your heart so warm. Jason had always been good with kids.

A killer. A murderous vigilante. He was definitely that. You could see it.

But you were right when you knew the best parts of him could never be killed off.

“That’s how you talk to a kid,” he said.

“You know I was never really good with them.”

“Damn straight,” he said, then your started walking back down the way you came. “You go to nurseries and make a whole batch of kids cry for help.”

“It’s a very fun thing to watch. Kid’s cry funny.”

“I thought you said you changed when you kept your promises.”

“Oh, I did. In most ways…”

Jason laughed with you. You haven’t heard him laugh in three years. You watched every second of it until his face eventually mellowed down.

“Where to next?”

“I’m going to need more footage. What else can you find?”

You both looked around. “Let’s go to the pond.”

You walked with him.

A large pond in the middle of the park, and with the sun slowly starting to lessen its shine, the scene looked more like what you’d envision. Thank god, it was a slow day. Otherwise the place would have been packed. The pond was dark, green, and looked a bit stuffy, but there were swans around that floated in the streams.

And on top, reaching from one end to the other, was a narrow bridge painted in a dark, wooden grey. It perched perfectly on top of the water and reflected off of the surface. With the light it was hitting, it was perfect. Jason stood close to you.

“You’re filming just the pond?”

“I’m waiting for someone to stand there and look over at the water all depressed.”

And you waited, for a good few minutes.

But it was either a bunch of kids running across, a couple hand in hand, or old women feeding the swans with bags of bread.

“Jay. Huge favor.”

“No.”

“Just hear me out.”

“Oh, I definitely know where this is going.”

“Just a few seconds.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Cover your head with your hoodie.”

“You go do it. And I’ll film you.”

“We’re not allowed to be in the shots. You have to do it.”

“I hardly believe that’s true.”

“Well, it is, and I can show you the module right now.”

“Don’t bother. I’m not doing it.”

“Please, Jay.”

“Motherfucker-“

“Please.”

Jason cursed. “That doesn’t work on me.”

“Just stand there and do nothing.”

“I don’t want my face on camera.”

“Your face won't be on it. I’m desperate. Just help me out with this.”

Jason closed his eyes, bit both his lips, and you heard him count to ten with the lowest voice.

“Come on, Jay. So we can go.”

“Fine. But this is the last one.”

You smiled so widely at him and he glared at you. “Thanks, Jay.”

“Shut up.”

He waited until no one was around, then pulled the hood over his head. He slowly walked over to the bridge, resting his elbows onto the railing and looking right down at the water.

You licked your lips and aimed your camera. You pressed record.

He looked…

Exactly as you thought he was on the inside. On the darkest parts of him where the demons could never leave. His head was craned so down, his eyes hooded and dark. His arms, although relaxed, almost seemed like he was shielding himself from the world going on. He looked scared. Alone.

You continued to record, holding your breath.

It was painful to watch.

But you couldn’t stop looking.

If you could, and if only you’d let him, you’d have pulled him into your arms, hugged him from behind and stuffed your face into his neck.

You swallowed, turning the camera off. And you looked away before your thoughts could consume you.

Jason walked over to you, took his hoodie off, then gave you that annoyed, playful glare.

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You pulled out your phone, balanced it on top of the car’s speakers with the audio plugged in. You made sure it was stable, then you leaned onto your seat. Jason caught you just as you finished, stepping into the car with paper bags of fries and hotdogs on a bun with drinks for your dinner. The sky had long dimmed down, but you insisted not to go home yet. You prepared more than three movies for you to watch and it was all from the comfort of your car seats.

Jason reclined his chair with you and settled in. He gave you your share of the food. “Alright. What do you got?”

“Ever watched Orphan?”

“Back when I was a kid. I can barely remember anything.”

“Well, we’re watching it now.”

“I thought you went through all the serial killer movies you could find.”

“I like to re-watch the best ones.”

Jason sipped on his soda. “Go ahead.”

You started the movie, took a bite out of your hotdog and sat back.

He wasn’t supposed to say yes to this. It was all getting way too intimate for his like. He should’ve insisted you go home and turn the movie off before you got any more ideas. Knowing how you used to be, you manipulated people to get your way. You’d be doing the same thing to him right now.

But.

Still, you insisted. And with you being so pushy and all, he didn’t have much of a choice.

Three days. That’s all there is.

This is the least he can do.

He looked at you, watched you chew on the fries like a kid with candy, then turned his attention to the movie.

It started with a mom and dad with a strained relationship going out to adopt a little nine-year old girl, who honestly looked too much like a demon spawn out of hell.

“Who the fuck adopts a girl looking like that?”

“Well…” You loudly sipped on your drink.

Jason looked at you.

“I looked like that. At one point.”

“You're kidding.”

“Yeah,” you snorted. “I never told you?”

“I know you looked like Wednesday Adams.”

“I actually dressed a lot like Esther there.” Esther. The name of the nine-year old girl. “I followed her clothes and hair. Even her makeup. I wanted to creep out the adults, you know?”

Jason laughed out loud and took a bite out of his bun. “You're insane.”

“In fact, I think she looks real good.”

“Shh. Let’s watch.”

You bit your lips when it came to the sex scene in the kitchen. And Jason tried to distract himself with the soda and drank as loudly as he could to try to drown out the moans. You looked at him, awkwardly, then laughed.

“When grown ups love each other very, very much, they want to show each other that love,” the mother told Esther. “They wanna express it.”

The nine-year-old looked at her. “I know. They fuck.”

You and Jason snorted out your drinks and laughed so hard you swore you could taste the fries coming out of your nose. You threw your head back against the seat, drinking from your straw just to stop yourselves from missing too much of the movie.

“Fucking love that part.”

“I know.”

You watched on as Esther started killing pigeons and bullied one of her classmates. You laughed, and Jason looked at you quizzically. “That’s so you.”

“When I was ten.”

“Sure.”

Jason watched you laugh, rolling your eyes at him, and he took a moment for his lingering gaze on you before he looked back.

“That kid’s gonna kill the nun.”

“Dude, don’t spoil it.”

“I thought you watched this!”

“Well, I forgot most of what happened and I want to relive the insanity that is this movie.”

“Alright, fine.” You smiled.

The nun was warning the mother of what happens with the girl around, saying how bad things always followed wherever she went. She ignored the nun, and Esther, with that creepy look on her face, struck the nun’s head with a hammer.

“I know I said hammers used to be my favorite toy-“

“I wasn’t going to say anything.”

“Really? You weren’t about to say I could have killed a nun like that?”

“No. But you certainly did a number on a whole lot of people.”

You glowered at him. “Thanks a lot, Todd.”

“Pleasure’s all mine.”

Esther then brought her mother a bouquet of flowers from their stillborn daughter’s grave, then the mother grabs her arm, after which Esther fakes an injury and blames her for it.

“Okay-“

“Y/N, I swear if this ain’t you-“

“I know I faked an injury once-“

“Yeah, you fucking did.”

“But that girl deserved it.”

“All she did was invite me to her house for a project that we were paired up with and you got so jealous that you purposely bumped into her so her coffee would spill. Then you faked a burn on your hand.”

“I-“

“What? You gonna deny that?”

You groaned and threw a French fry at his face. “Shut up.”

It was wrong. So wrong. But fuck, he hadn’t smiled so much since he fucking died.

“Stop comparing me to this nutjob.”

The nutjob in question, Esther, waited for her mother to get out of the car. Then with the baby still inside, she released the brakes and let the car roll all the way down the hill to incoming traffic.

“Jesus Christ.”

“I have never done anything like that.” You pointed at yourself.

“If you did, I’d have called the cops on you.”

“I fucking swear on my life.”

“Okay, don’t get all defensive on me.”

“Oh, be quiet.”

You nudged Jason’s shoulder, then sipped the last of your drink.

Jason looked down, with the movie still ongoing, and saw how your elbow was just barely grazing against his own. He looked at your arm, trailing up to your face.

Then looked away before he had any more thoughts. Possibly of him pulling you to his arms and cuddle like you used to.

Ester then puts on a provocative looking dress, makeup, and acts like an adult woman trying to seduce her drunk father. It was disturbing to say the least. And you’ve seen the scariest shit in movies.

“This part made me the most uncomfortable,” Jason said.

“Are you sure? Not this part?”

Then, it was the scene you re-watched over and over. Esther storms into her room and takes off all the makeup that covered her age spots, her teeth, the scars on her wrists and neck, the bandage around her chest.

“A thirty-three-year old woman…”

“Fucking hell,” Jason breathed. “I can barely wrap my head around that.”

“Hey. Imagine if that kid you helped today was actually older than you.”

“Shut up.”

You laughed. “I’m serious. We don’t know. Any of these kids could be Esther.”

“I actually once read a news report.”

“This shit happened in real life?”

“Yeah.” Jason pulled out his phone then started searching for the article. “Here.”

A twenty-two year old woman from Ukraine with a rare case of dwarfism posed as a six-year old girl to her adopted family. It was almost exactly like the movie.

“Dammit, it’s actually real?” you asked.

“Yeah. And she goes by the name of Y/N.”

“Fuck you, you imbecile.”

“You did half the shit she did,” Jason laughed. You threw another French fry at him.

“I don’t act nor look like a little kid.”

“We don’t know. You could be forty.”

“I will stick this straw up your nose.”

“Fucking do it.”

You charged at him, laughing so hard when Jason blocked your arms, holding you by the wrists as you struggled to get off his hold. You dropped the empty cup on his lap, and you didn’t even realize the movie ended. Jason held your arms down, looked at you. “You can stop now.”

Your laugh turned into a small grin as you met his eyes. He was smiling back at you.

Then he let go of your hands, taking the cup off his pants and cleared his throat. You did the same, taking your phone from the stand and turning it off before the battery runs out.

“It’s getting late.”

He watched your face turn downcast. He was getting closer for all this to end. But you definitely weren’t looking forward to it.

“Hey. Look.”

He pointed out the window, where a girl was sitting by a tree, perfectly under the lamppost where she was lit up with just the right amount of light. She had her head down, arms crossed, and she looked alone.

“Fucking hell, this is gold.”

You both rushed out of the car, you holding onto your camera. You stormed out into the dark.

“Take it from there.” Jason pointed. You followed him and he stood next to you. You started filming.

The girl didn’t do much. She was just under the tree, staring at nothing. She was probably asleep waiting for someone to arrive. And there wasn’t anyone around except you two so it was perfect to get that shot. Jason looked at you, watched you work.

You put the camera to your eye, adjusting the lens at you worked. You had that small bite in your lips you often did when you were focused, and your eyebrows were furrowed.

A leaf fell to your head. He smiled.

He flicked it off with his finger and you looked up. “What?”

“Nothing.”

You went on with your work, and when the girl started to move away, you stopped recording and watched the footage. “What do you think?”

He took the camera in your hand.

You got a shot of her arms holding herself in a tight hug, her head down and her mouth, which was the only part of her face you captured, in a deep, sad frown. The light looked perfect, and you definitely had a talent with camera angles.

“This is really good.”

“Thanks.” You took the camera back and stuffed it into your bag.

“You think you got enough for your music video?”

“I certainly hope so. I’ve been filming since last week.”

“Is your song really that depressing?” he asked.

“Yeah, it is.”

You started walking back to the car.

Jason watched your face again. And asking without much thought on it, he coughed. “Can I hear it?”

You stopped from opening the car door.

“The song?”

“Yeah. Whatever you got in your phone. I wanna hear it.”

You started looking uncomfortable, looking at the ground and licking your lips. “I’m not sure if I should…”

“Come on.”

You took a deep breath, leaning your back against the car. Jason walked to the other side and stood next to you.

“Fine. But don’t tell me what you think of it.”

“Why not?”

“Just don’t.”

Jason laughed and stood in front of you. You looked up at him, at his eyes, at his lips, then you pulled your phone and earphones out.

He watched you scroll through your music, plug in your earphones, then you gave one to him. Jason placed it onto his ear, and the other one you stuck to yours. He looked at you.

You pressed play.

It started with piano keys, most probably played by you. You didn’t just record this with your phone. You basically did this in your own home studio you probably had in your room.

And it was beautiful. Your playing. Then you started to sing.

“I wake up… to a dream I thought I had…

A dream I thought should have been

Stuck in the nights, when I was sad.

Like I have been for so long…

The dreams in fact were real.

The worst of them…

And there’s nothing I can do…

Why did you have to take away

The only thing that made my life

So real.

So real…

Why did this have to happen,

What could I have done,

To change.

And have you back…

For all that’s worth,

You changed me for the better.

But you're not here to see me…

Why… why… why…”

He swore the air never felt so thick. You were shaking, pushing your eyes to shut so close together.

And he stared at you, listening to every word, standing so close to feel your breath.

“Now I’m all alone and

I can't try to hide

That I will always love you

No matter how far you’ve gone….

No matter how long you’ve been gone…

Why did you have to go away

When you're the only thing that made my life

So real

So real…

Why did this have to happen,

What could I have done,

To change

How things turned out.

How I could still have you

In my arms…

Then maybe the dreams at night.

Would make it through the day.

And I’ll have you back…

And I’ll have you here…

You continued with the piano chords, playing so majestically that he had to breathe in just to get this all through to his head. The song got to the end.

By then, you were shaking.

You didn’t move, and neither did he. Still with the earphones’ wire closing your distance, Jason remembered the words, every part of it. And how your voice was so beautiful, yet so sad to listen to when you were singing with all your heart.

You stuck your attention at the grass beneath your feet, and Jason kept his stare at you.

“When did you write this?”

You still kept your head down, and you started to pull the wires to wrap it around your phone. Jason didn’t move. He still stood so close to you.

“Y/N…”

“Two years ago…” you whispered.

Two years ago. That would have been a year after…

Jason breathed in through his nose. Deep, shaky breaths, then exhaled through his mouth. You swallowed.

“Did you write it for…”

You were rocking your leg just to ease your muscles.

“Y/N, was that about me?”

You looked up around you, at the grass behind him, at the trees, the lamppost, the skies. You bit your lips. You didn’t answer.

But when you finally caught his eye, you seemed to get closer. Nearer. Your breaths were hotter and he desperately wanted to close that distance.

Of course it was for him. Who else could it have possibly been for?

His heart sank, much like it was melting into a pot. He hurt you. He hurt you that much. And he couldn’t believe it but you managed to turn that hurt into something so amazing that you took every bit of his breath away.

And your fucking voice. It still kills him to this day.

“Uhm,” you gulped. “You can take me home now.”

Jason stood back and let you open the door so you could get in.

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You waited for him to stop ruffling his hair and get in the car.

You shouldn’t have done that. The whole point of you writing that song was about how fucking devasted you were after you lost him. He was the last person who should have heard it.

Jason got into the driver’s seat and started the engine.

“For what it’s worth, it’s amazing.”

You looked at him, let yourself smile, then looked out the window.

The car ride was horribly silent. And Jason would have put on some music if he had any in his new phone. But you were comfortable. It wasn’t awkward.

But it was still horribly, horribly silent.

You closed your eyes and let the window stick to the side of your head.

Jason was here, and you couldn’t pull him into your arms the way you wanted to.

You couldn’t kiss him, take him to the back seat and mess around like you always used to.

You couldn’t do so much as look at him long enough that you could perfectly take in every single detail on his face.

He was here, but the things you wanted to do, you couldn’t. And it felt too much like only getting to watch him from afar, bask in his presence without actually getting to hold him the way you’ve always wanted to for years when you never otherwise could have.

You asked for these few days with him hoping to actually have him, make the most of it.

But you also understood. How that was only going to make matters so much worse.

You looked at him through the reflection on your window.

You were never going to find anyone so ridiculously handsome and still capture your heart the way he did. You were still, in ways you’d cringe if you had to describe, hopelessly in love with him. In every possible way. You wanted to spend the rest of your life with this man and make babies and grow old together. You wanted it so bad, since even the first few months you dated. You just couldn’t find that with anyone else. Not even if you tried. Jason had been the only person you could ever imagine a future with. A future you desperately wanted.

And you didn’t want that to change. That part of you that refused to move on, it insisted that you continue to love him, never to let anyone else have a shot with you even when you most probably had to. A year, two years, three years passed. Still, you loved him just as much as when he was alive.

He will, and always will be, yours to the end of your days.

At least, until he told you not to.

It tore your heart apart when he died.

But even when he was here. Alive. You still couldn’t have him.

In just two days, you were going to let him go. For good. And you didn’t know what hurt more. When he left and you couldn’t have him anymore for what you thought was the rest of your life, or now that he was here, and yet you were going to have to live without him and go on your days pretending he never existed.

Yeah. It was going to be the hardest thing you’ll ever have to do.

But… if it was what he wanted. If he just couldn’t stand being with you for another moment for reasons he decided for himself, for what was supposed to be your life, you couldn’t really do much to help with that.

So as all things you had to accept in this shitty story of yours that somehow had a continuation you thought wasn’t supposed to be, you let it happen.

You had two more days with him. You have to make it count.

Jason pulled up in your parking space and got out of the car with you. You turned to him, and he smiled at you as you walked down the sidewalk.

“I had fun.”

He nodded. “Me, too.”

“Same time tomorrow?”

“Sure,” he said. “You wanna go somewhere?”

“What if I let you choose? Would I like where we’d head to?”

Jason stopped just as you reached the steps. You took one step up just to level with his height.

“I do have a place in mind.”

“Where?”

Jason grinned. It drove you crazy. You watched every bit of his face.

“You’ll find out tomorrow.”

“Todd,” you breathed. “Tell me.”

“You trust me?”

You never smiled so brightly. “Fine…”

“It’s a far drive. So, I’ll pick you up at 9 am.”

“I can't wait.”

Jason looked down. “Might as well make the most of it.”

You let yourself look into his eyes. Get lost in the blue like you always did. Somehow, he didn’t look away. Instead, he stared back at you with the same exact smile on his face.

“Good night, Jay.”

“Good night.”

You took steps back, then turned around to unlock the door.

You really, really didn’t want this to end. Jason didn’t move away and he continued to watch you before you managed to open the door.

“And Y/N…”

You peered out from inside.

“Thank you…” he said.

You gave him a wide-open smile, then ultimately closed the door.

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“Good thing we stopped for gasoline.”

Your chair was pushed almost all the way to the back of the car. You put your feet up so your body was completely flat. “Where are you taking me?”

“You’re just gonna have to wait and see.”

The wide, open country road. Where the ends seemed infinite and the horizon looked endless. The grass was brighter, thicker, and everything the city didn’t have from the park you went to yesterday. There was almost nothing around them except for a few diners and houses far off into the land. Probably farms.

It was all so calming, soft and serene. He needed this just as much. Time away from his line of work. Even when he was barely getting started he couldn’t help admit that it was all so exhausting.

He momentarily turned to you, falling asleep with your hand covering your eyes.

“Ey,” he nudged your knee. “Don’t go falling asleep on me.”

You blinked your eyes, then you shot the seat back up from the recline. “I wasn’t asleep.”

“Yeah you were.”

“I didn’t get to sleep much last night.”

“Why not?”

“Well.” He heard you choke. “I drank coffee.”

“Again with the coffee.”

“Whatever. Let’s put on some music. From the looks of it, we have a long way to go.”

“We do.”

You eyed him as you took out your phone and plugged it onto the car’s speaker. “In the mood for some Beatles?”

“Y/N…”

“What?”

Jason sighed, looking back out onto the road. You continued to play the music despite him obviously not wanting your choice.

“Let me take you down

'Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields

Nothing is real

And nothing to get hung about

Strawberry Fields forever.”

“Y/N, can you pick another song?”

“Why? We used to play these all the time.”

“Exactly. Turn it off.”

You scoffed at him when he deliberately turned the volume way down. Then your spoiled ass turned it all the way back up.

Jason looked away, glaring at the window.

He knew exactly what you were trying to do. Spark back all those memories, let him realize just how much he missed all those times with you in the hopes of him changing his mind about all this. You wanted him to relive those memories and make him miss you even more after all this was over. Of course. he was going to miss you. there isn’t a doubt behind that.

But he knew how manipulative you can be. You did that a lot. Get things to go your way when you didn’t want it to. And what was he supposed to do now? Demand that you turn off the music? Make you all sad when he was taking you somewhere supposed to make you happy?

Fight?

He snorted at the idea. No. Not again. You weren’t going to fucking fight like a couple. You were just friends. And it was supposed to stay that way.

The song had changed.

“Well, she looked at me

And I, I could see

That before too long

I'd fall in love with her

She wouldn't dance with another

Ooh, when I saw her standing there!”

You were singing, moving your body to the beat. He rolled his eyes when you hit his shoulder. “Jay, I’m not gonna sing the whole thing by myself.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Why are you so stubborn?”

“I’m not playing this game.”

“Fucking hell, just enjoy the moment will you? I get it. You don’t want to be attached.”

Exactly as he thought. You knew exactly what you were doing.

“Oh, we danced through the night

And we held each other tight

And before too long

I fell in love with her”

You rocked your body left and right.

He caught you in a glance. You were beautiful. You closed your eyes, singing, and you just sounded so good, it made his chest feel all warm.

You just kept going, occasionally tapping his shoulder to catch his attention. “I’m fucking driving.”

“You can sing and drive.”

He shook his head. “I’m not gonna do that.”

“Yesterday

All my troubles seemed so far away

Now it looks as though they're here to stay

Oh, I believe in yesterday…”

Oh. Your voice. It suited this song like a fucking puzzle. He knew he really shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help but watch you as you closed your eyes and started to sing.

“Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be.

There's a shadow hanging over me.

Oh, yesterday came suddenly.”

Despite all the voices within him telling him to stop, he really couldn’t. He was smiling at you and dangerously kept his attention away from the road.

Shit. He looked back out and curved from the road just as he was about to hit a dog. Jason cursed.

“Why she had to go?

I don't know, she wouldn't say.

I said something wrong.

Now I long for yesterday.”

Even with his eyes on the road, he still made sure to watch you, listen.

Fuck, you just make him bend to your every whim. He hated it.

And somehow,

He wanted to.

Making you happy just feels like the best thing he could possibly do.

And just a few days ago, he murdered a whole port of Black Mask’s men, left all the bodies floating in the water without so much as looking back. That, compared to where he was now, driving in the wide open road with you singing your fucking heart out so beautifully, he was sure to choke himself someday.

He only had two days with you. He didn’t want to make this as painful as it possibly could. The last thing he’d want to do is make everything so much worse than it already was, possibly break your heart all over again as if it wasn’t already so broken beforehand. He wanted this over with, done with, then he can finally let you go and you’ll never have to put up with his cold-blooded ass ever again.

“Yesterday love was such an easy game to play.

Now I need a place to hide away.

Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Why she had to go?

I don't know, she wouldn't say.

I said something wrong.

Now I long for yesterday.”

His grin was just becoming idiotic as this point.

Okay. He had two days.

He owed you that.

He owed you just a bit more happiness with him.

He owed you the closure you didn’t have. And mostly owed you your whole life. He practically ruined it.

And to him. Despite him hating every bit of his guts, what was so wrong in letting himself indulge in just a bit more happiness?

He needed this, too. With you.

No matter how much he could try to suppress it, or hide it from himself. You were still the light of his life. You still made him happier more than anything else there was. You were still the reason he wakes up every day, even when he didn’t even get to see you. You will always be the reason for his genuine smiles.

So what was wrong with making the most of the next two days?

He’ll enjoy this time. For you. for him.

It’s the least he can do.

So he breathed in, and started singing along with you.

“Yesterday love was such an easy game to play.

Now I need a place to hide away.

Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm.”

You smiled so much, your cheekbones lighting up. Your eyes had that sparkle and the tingles in him grew so much worse.

“Happy?”

“Ecstatic.”

You changed the song, and with your voices blending incredibly well with each other, Jason pulled down the car door.

Everyone should hear how good you are.

Everyone should see how beautiful you are.

About two hours passed. And you stopped by a diner on the way to get some food. You laughed while you ate. Jason couldn’t help his stares on you while you ate all the fries on your plate. You both watched the bad-quality TV up on the wall about some football game you didn’t really care much about.

His smiles never actually died down. Not for a minute.

Then you were back on the road for another thirty minutes.

You were facing out the window, and he took glances on the reflection all the way until he reached the destination. You were in the middle of nowhere. He parked the car by the side of the road, and you both got out.

“Where are we, Todd?”

“Just wait. Come on.”

There was a walkway covered in seeping grass. You wouldn’t have been able to notice if he didn’t already know what was beyond the trees. You went with him, stood close to his body.

It wasn’t too far a walk.

But what seemed to have just been a lone building covered in leaves and vines now came to a much clearer view. And he made sure to catch the look on your face when you finally made out what you thought to have been just trees were actually the steel bars of a Ferris Wheel, a tall loop of a broken roller coaster, and swings suspended from a tall poll.

“Todd, you did not.”

You got to the entrance, which had a clown’s face for the archway and its open mouth serving as a gate.

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