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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 year

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The Only One

Steve Harrington x Reader.

Summary; I was watching Stranger Things earlier and the part where Nancy is in the trance that Vecna has her under and all I can think about is writing a similar story with the reader (like it's you it happens to instead of Nancy) and Steve freaking out.

You've been sleeping together for a while, it's just casual to him at least but you're falling for him but don't want to tell him, especially with all the shit going on in The Upside Down and Hawkins and with Steve and Nancy kinda connecting again.

Steve realises when he thinks he's going to lose you that he loves you and not Nancy and he confesses he loves you just as Vecna's hold on you breaks.

Warnings; Angst with a happy ending. 18+ minors dni

I don't give anyone permission to copy, reuse or repost my work.

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The relationship between you and Steve had started a few months ago, both of you growing closer since July 4th last year.

The first night you slept together was a combination of Steve bemoaning a string of bad dates he had went on with a girl called Demi and you wanting to forget all the nightmares surrounding July 4th for a little while.

Then it snowballed to meeting up regularly, sneaking around during your shifts together at Family Video.

Honestly, the sex was mind blowing and the more you lost yourself in Steve, talking to each other until the early morning, getting to know him the more you fell for him.

Yet you kept quiet even as the new threat plaguing Hawkins was in full force.

It was no time to confess feelings, not now.

The new threat, Vecna. It drew Nancy and Steve together again, the unresolved tension hung in the air and you could only watch your stomach sinking as Steve gazed at Nancy.

He still loved her. He would never love you and it broke your heart.

Nancy dove right after Steve as fast as you did when he was pulled under water by the vines and into The Upside Down.

You saw the looks as she tended to his wounds after the demo bat attack, the way he reached for her when earthquakes rocked the Upside Down.

Every interaction tore your heart in two and yet you couldn't say a thing because no one knew about you and Steve.

Let's face it even if they did it's not like you could compare to Nancy. She was the first girl Steve loved, she was special.

You were just an outlet to him. Even if sometimes you thought that his feelings for you were deepening it was most likely wishful thinking on your part.

It didn't matter though, not now. Not when you had a possible brewing apocalypse to help stop.

So you pushed your broken heart aside.

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You didn't know what happened. One minute you were climbing the rope made of bedsheets that Dustin had fashioned to help aid your way out of The Upside Down.

The next minute everything changed and you were falling through the air into nothingness, hearing the faint echoes of Steve calling your name fading away.

When you finally landed after what feels like hours, you're at the mall standing up shakily as fireworks burst around you.

Anna your friend who died last year near the mall, flayed just like all the other poor souls who had lost their life is currently walking towards you with a soft smile on her features.

Memories from last summer flood through you, how she died.

She was heading to the mall to pick you up from your shift at the small boutique clothing store but unbeknownst to her you were with the Scoop Troop at the time when you were meant to be finishing your shift and meeting her.

On the way there she had met Billy and it was too late for her, she had joined the flayed.

Guilt filled you up inside because you hadn't told her what had been going on with Billy, no matter if she thought it crazy or unbelievable if she knew what was really going on in Hawkins then she wouldn't have been out in the first place.

You were with Dustin, Erica, Robin and Steve at the time, pulled into the Scoop Troops mission to decode a translation that Dustin had heard on the radio.

You were friends with Robin and she reached out for your help in decoding the saying as both of you learnt many languages.

Everything after that was a blur, investigating that delivery company, being trapped in the lift that plunged down to the depths of Starcourt mall, being captured by Russians, Steve taking a beating for you and Robin...

Helping Dustin's friend El from Billy and that horrifying monster from trying to kill her, it was terrifying, your heart hammering in your chest as you were introduced to the horrors of living in Hawkins.

Another dimension of sorts right under your feet.

Anna walks over to you and your frozen on the spot. When Anna was confirmed to be part of the many people that died as the part of the Flayed, you were inconsolable.

The guilt plagued you, survivors guilt the counsellor had told you when you spoke about Anna to her briefly.

"Why didn't you mention what was happening? You knew what was going on in Hawkins with Billy, that monster and yet and not once did you mention anything to me?"

The words eat away at you and tears roll down your cheeks because you could have said something, found Anna and warned her once you escaped from the Russians but you didn't.

Between being drugged by the Russians, to escaping them and then all the shit that followed everything was focused on the absolute nightmare you and the rest of the Scoop Troop found yourself in.

But what if you had managed to find Anna somehow? It was irrational as there was no time but your mind constantly clung to the what ifs?

"There was no time, I'm so sorry, I wish I could have found some way to save you. Every day I think of what I could have done...I"

The smile from her face slips and anger flashes across her features.

"Lies! You could have but you didn't! You'd rather run around with Steve Harrington!

I bet you're so happy right now that his attention is all on you, sleeping with him to dull the fact that you're a bad friend, the guilt eating away at you"

Sobs escape your lips and you shake your head desperate for her to understand but she grips your arms tight, shaking you.

The smile is back but it's eerie, it makes your stomach bottom out.

"No matter, you'll die soon too, you all will" the voice that speaks isn't Anna this time. No, this voice sends chills down your spine and Anna morphs into a thing of nightmares.

The evil that killed Chrissy, Jordan and Freddie. Who had cursed Max.

Vecna.

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You're someplace new now, surrounded by the bodies of people, children, teens and adults blooded and dead on the floor.

Fear pulses through you as you run through the halls. There's a sinking feeling inside you that this is where El was kept and experimented on, the others like her.

Sadness aches deep in your bones. What happened here?

Growls fill the air and fear roots you to the spot as Vecna approaches and calls your name.

No matter where you run it's no use because he will find you, even as you try desperately to move the boards blocking off the door you know it's no use.

Still, every instinct in you compels you to fight, to escape.

Vines snake their way up your jeans and tighten around your skin before you can stop it.

They wrap around your legs and your arms to keep you in place.

Vecna walks slowly towards you, and your heart pounds in your chest.

"It's time for me to show you who I am. What is coming. You can't escape it. Victory will be mine" his fingers latch onto your face and visions flash through your mind.

Vecna was Henry , Victor Creels, son, he was the cause of the physiological torture of his family, of his mother and sisters deaths.

Brenner found Henry at the hospital when the power overwhelmed him, fabricating that Henry died in a coma when in reality he became Brenners first test subject.

001

Then there's flashes of things, all of it leading up to a fight of powers between El and 001 after he murdered all the others like El, the doctors and scientists.

El refusing to join him to rid the world of mankind.

Then she sees how he became Vecna, how he first ended up in The Upside Down, his hatred for humans, thirst for revenge palpable.

Then the vision changes.

Death, screaming, blood everywhere. The bodies of your parents, of Robin and Steve lay dead as monsters ravage Hawkins.

This is Vecna's endgame. To open the gates between Hawkins and The Upside Down for good. To unleash hell.

Steves voice is calling to you. You hear it barely at first but it grows stronger.

I love you.

It must be a trick, a torture method of Vecna's because you know that isn't true. Steve doesn't love you.

At that moment the thrall you are under breaks and you are back in The Upside Down with Steve gasping for breath and shaking from what you have seen.

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At the very second you were under Vecna's curse in The Upside Down, Steve had gestured for you to go next to climb the rope and get out of the hell scape you were in but when you don't respond he turns to you in confusion.

Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, your body twitching and it feels like there is ice in his veins as realises that Vecna has invaded your mind.

The curse. Pure fear shoots through him and he swears his heart almost stops and he rushes to you, shaking you and shouting your name.

Confused voices echo from above as he sees Dustin, Nancy and Eddie peer down at you and him in worry.

"Get tapes, anything you can! Now!" he yells at them as he begs you to snap out of the trance.

"Please, please sweetheart"

Were you going to die? The thought of your body broken, limbs bent in unnatural angles, just gone... almost breaks him.

The thought of not seeing you smile, hearing you giggle at his lame jokes or curling up beside him, head rested on his chest terrifies him.

"Baby, please. Can you hear me?" he begs but it's like talking to a brick wall. You don't respond just stay under the trance and Steve just for a few seconds feels numb with agony.

Quickly he snaps out of it. No, he will reach you and you'll be fine he tells himself even when it feels like he can't breathe and dread and panic clouds his mind.

He can hear the faint sounds from up in Eddie's trailer and he shouts for the others to hurry.

There has to be something in the Munson trailer to use, some tape that Munson has that possibly includes your favourite song.

As he thinks of this he knows it's a long shot because your musical tastes and Eddie's were worlds apart.

You sang along to Blondie or Madonna, danced around your room to Duran Duran and The Beatles, tapes of Journey, AC/DC, would Munson have something of them?

He knows your favourite song though, it comes to him as he remembers you singing it in his car when he picked you and Robin up one day.

Crazy for you- Madonna. Frantically he shouts to the others to find the tape with Crazy for You on it, even though he knows deep down Munson won't have anything like it.

Time is running out and he's desperate, begs you to wake.

"I can't lose you, sweetheart. Come back to me please come back to me"

It's then he realized something that he's known deep down for a while and yet never fully accepted until now.

Nancy and him could never work, not again. They were too different, yeah they needed to clear the air between them, many things were left unresolved but there was no going back.

He didn't want Nancy back because he had moved on. Over the last few months, he had slowly fallen in love with you.

It was you who he wanted to be with. It was you who he loved.

"I love you, sweetheart, come back to me. I love you" he calls to you.

He startles as you come out of your trance and he catches you before you drop to the ground.

Relief floods through him and he cradles you to his chest. Did you hear his confession? What had happened when you were under Vecna's spell?

"Steve" you choke out as tears run down your cheek and he wipes them away tenderly.

"I'm here honey, I'm here"

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Somehow Steve had managed to get you and him out of the Upside Down and when you woke up to Nancy and Max kneeling next to you the vision Vecna showed you comes to the forefront.

"What happened?" Nancy asks kindly and you recall everything that occurred, leaving nothing out.

Everything Vecna showed you. Including the vision that would haunt your dreams.

"All I could see was death everywhere, cracks along Hawkins splitting the town in half, monsters and darkness and my parents were dead... Robin and... Steve" he is at you at once and his hand entwines with yours.

"It was what would happen if Vecna won, if Max died and the gates opened. Hell would follow, death. We can't let that happen" you say and your voice goes stronger, fiercer.

It was time to save Hawkins, save Max and avenge Chrissy, Jordan and Freddies death.

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A few days had passed since Vecna's defeat, The Upside Down being gone for good.

Eddie was recovering in hospital, Hopper miraculously back from the dead had taken on the role of sheriff and cleared Eddie of any involvement in Chrissy, Jordan and Freddie's deaths.

Max was recovering in hospital as well, she almost didn't make it when she was under Vecna's curse but somehow, by some miracle El's powers had come back and even in California she helped Max.

All of you banded together to weaken Vecna but El delivered the killing blow that destroyed the mind flyer and The Upside for good.

Now she was back along with Hopper, Joyce, Murray, Jonathan and Will.

Also, their friend Argyle who you liked immediately, the guy knew how to chill out.

There's a light tapping on your window and you peer up and giggle at what you see.

Steve was perched outside your window, flowers in hand and you smile as you open the window and let him inside.

"You could just use the front door you know" he shrugs, looking nervous.

"Where's the fun in that? He jokes and sits down, I spoke to Nancy, was long overdue. Cleared up some things"

Was he here to tell you he was back together with Nancy? You want so desperately to tell him you love him but what would be the point?

It would just add to his confusion, make him feel guilty he didn't return your feelings and you didn't want that.

His expression is tender and he stares down at you.

"Are you and Nancy together again?" you blurt out and he softens and shakes his head.

"No honey we aren't" This wasn't what you expected to hear.

"I don't understand. You still love her?" he settles beside you on the bed.

"We talked a lot. Both of us realised we would never work. I don't love Nancy, she's the past sweetheart. We both agreed that"

He hands you the flowers and something akin to hope blooms in your chest.

"I didn't see any of this coming you know? Getting to know you better, us being together. I didn't expect to fall in love with you but I did"

He loved you. What you heard wasn't a trick. He truly loved you.

"When I thought I was going to lose you I told you, I don't know if you even heard me" he murmurs and you take his hands on yours feeling giddy.

"I heard. Shit, I thought it was some torture trick from Vecna and all along it really was you?" his lips press to your forehead.

"I'm sorry it took so long for me to realise sweetheart, sorry you thought I still loved Nancy when it's you I want, only you sweetheart"

Gently you touch his cheek, wincing as you gaze at the scar around his throat, the scar made by the Demobats tail.

"Does it still hurt?" you ask worriedly and he nods as you press a tender kiss near it.

"Sometimes, not now though" his arms wrap around you and he pulls you onto his knee.

"I love you, Steve, so much. I've been wanting to tell you for so long" he smiles as his head rests on top of yours.

"How about a date tomorrow? A chance to spoil my girl, dinner and a movie?" you agree to this and the joy in the air is palpable, you would discuss paying half for the date tomorrow even if Steve would argue against it.

For now, you just let the glow of happiness fill you.

"It's a date"

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bumblebeesfromvenus · 8 months

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Lost and Found ♧| 2.

Leon S. Kennedy x reader (ft. my girl Ash)

A/N: This... this took me so long lmao I rewrote it like five times. I'm pretty happy with how it turned out, though! I don't really write slow burn, so this might suck. I wanna apologize for how fucking wonky the events of Part one are???? They're all out of order lmao anyway, Enjoy!

~Fi 🪻

Warnings: swearing, reader is an idiot (lovingly, of course), mention of a small injury, sucky slow burn

Word count: 2.7k

Part 1 ♧ Part 2 ♧ Part 3 ♧

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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It had been a couple of months since Spain happened. Your life has definitely... changed. Both good and bad. You were plagued by nightmares frequently, instinctively grasping your arm every time you shot awake. A faint, pink scar had formed where the gash once sat. Tracing it absent mindedly was a common occurrence ever since the first dream. You'd stare at the blank wall in your living room, gently caressing it.

That mission took a toll on you, so you were granted a few months off to work through your night terrors and process everything. Ashley had been a great help with that. She made sure you hung out at least once a week and always stayed in contact, calling you and you calling her. The events of Spain didn't leave Ashley without any struggles either. But, she had assured you that she was save, protected at all times and getting support from professionals. Talking to her, about Spain or anything really, helped you get out of the hole you were in.

She was your best friend. Whether or not she knew it, she really was. You didn't really have friends. Not since Raccoon City. You stayed inside your dull little home the last few years, working a boring office job for the government. Your only friend had been Dave, a middle-aged man who worked in the security department. So you rotted away for years, mourning your past life. Your past you.

Honestly, you have no idea how you ended up as a special agent in the first place. Your police background increased your chances at scoring the position, but you didn't really have much experience. When you were offered the 'promotion', you didn't think too much of it. Couldn't be that hard, could it? You'd survived Raccoon City after all.

You were so wrong. You basically traded the mediocre lunch breaks you had with Dave, with running for your life from Zombies. Bad fucking trade. And the worst part, your officials didn't give a shit. They just wanted this to be dealt with as discretely as possible. End of the story, they underestimated how big this whole thing actually was, and now you were the one left with the shitty consequences. But you had Ashley! And Leon, of course, but that was a little more complicated.

You still hadn't gotten around to the promise of getting drinks together. He was going away on missions all the time, so although you kept in touch no matter what, he wasn't there. You thought, after some excruciating years, you had found your best friend again. Your person. And you did, but he was so close yet so out of reach. You couldn't take it anymore. You lost 7 whole years with him, and you finally had him back, but he was still gone.

"I don't know what to do, Ash." You sighed, playing with your shirt while you held the phone to your ear.

"Well, have you told him that? I'm sure he wants to spend more time with you too, but you need to tell him that!" She urged. Biting your lip, you hestitated.

"I just... he was my best friend. We did everything together, and now.. I know that it's him but I don't recognize him. He's.. different now. I thought he didn't change, but.. he did. That scares me. What scares me even more is the fact that he's always on my mind, I can't seem to function without him here. I only think about him. 24/7." You mumbled into the phone.

"Sounds a whole lot like you're in love with him."

"I- what? No! I mean, of course I love him, he's my best friend, but that's it. He's just my friend and you can love your friends, right? Like, everyone does, it's not something odd or anything." you rambled.

Sure, your heart lit a flame every time he smiled, and the sound of his laugh was heaven. His dumb jokes never failed to put a smile on your face but that's just how friends are. Yes. Totally. Friends feel like that. Just some regular friendly feelings.

"You're so oblivious! That's NOT how friends feel about eachother. Like ever. I've seen the way you look at him!" She argued. "What look? I don't look at him differently... do I?"

"Yes, you do. Everytime he's near you, that lovesick smile on your face kinda gives it away. Or the blush when he asks if you're okay. Not to mention how you panic when he gets hurt. Just admit it!" Ashley whined.

"I'm not in love with him, Ashley! He's my best friend, that's it!" You argued. She groaned into the phone. "I can't believe you're so smart yet so stupid." She said, clearly annoyed. "Rude." you mumbled.

"I have to go now, Miss Denial. Seriously though, you're not doing yourself a favor by denying your feelings." She said softly. You rolled your eyes and huffed.

"Would it make you feel better if I told you I'll think about it?"

"Definitely. Love you!" She beamed.

"Love you too." You chuckled as she hung up. Maybe you would think about it. If not for yourself, then for her. She was right about suppressing your feelings but about you being in love with Leon... you weren't sure.

Eh, that was a problem for the future you. For now, all you wanted to do was enjoy some drinks with him.

Your teeth gnawed at your lip, trying to decided how to go about this situation. Do you call Leon now? Tomorrow, maybe? Should you call him at all? You hadn't talked to eachother in a while... would it be awkward? Before you can lend any more attention to those thoughts, your phone rang and it was none other than Leon. Speak of the devil. You picked up, your heart racing.

"Hey... look, I'm sorry for not calling more, work s'just been busy. I.. Do you want to go for those drinks I promised tonight?" He sounded nervous. Unsure. He sounded so much like the Leon you knew. Your Leon. Maybe he hadn't changed that much after all. "Y-yeah, I'd love that. Um- how does eight sound?" You responded, a little more nervous than you wanted to. "Sounds good. See you." And with that, he hung up.

Something's up with him. Your brows furrowed. Maybe he worked more to get his mind off Spain? He was a workaholic, trying to do more and more and not realizing how much it actually affected him. He was hurting himself by trying to protect others from harm. Maybe it's just the stress. You had plenty of time to question him at the bar, supported by a few Piña Coladas.

A couple of hours before, the anxiety hit you like a truck. It was safe to say that you were scared out of your mind right now. How the fuck were you supposed to talk to Leon like nothing was going on? Like nothing happened? You couldn't. And after that conversation with Ashley? Nope. No chance. Panic was bubbling up your throat. You felt like you could never face him again. Everytime you looked at him, or even thought of him, it was just pain. The pain of the building collapsing on top of you. Your pained cries when you realized he hadn't come back for you. The pain when you thought he was dead. The pain that if Ashley was right and you really were in love with him, you could lose him again.

He made your world bright and vibrant and when he was ripped from your grasp, you were lost in a sea of grey. Drowning. Desperately gasping for air, refusing to let the water in. Now, he had brought the color back to your life but all the vibrant hues made your head spin and your eyes hurt. You grew comfortable in your sea of grey. Embracing the cold kiss of the water filling your lungs, making you float peacefully.

Could you let the color back into your world? Could you pull yourself from the tide and cough up the water? Did you even want to? You didn't know. It was all too much. You were pulled out of your head when you dropped your glass of water. You were so consumed in your thoughts and anxieties that it had just slipped out of your hand. Carefully cleaning it up, you felt a sharp sting in your finger.

You had accidentally cut yourself on the broken glass shards. A small stream of blood was running down your finger and along your palm. A drop of blood hit the puddle of water, and it bloomed in red. You haven't felt like this in years. You could actually feel something. It's not like you didn't you feel the last seven years, but your soul was too numb to care. You actually felt something. Not like those times when you hit your head or nicked yourself while cooking. You would react relatively neutral to those incidents, but now... you could feel the burn of the cut, a searing sting in your skin. A small smile tugged at your lips.

It's because of him. Because you had him back, and he made you feel alive again. He had just stumbled into your life and turned it upside down. Like he always does. But you wouldn't want to have it any other way. God, how you had missed feeling like this. So vulnerable. So sensitive. So human.

You cleaned up the glass but hung on to the feeling of the cut. You didn't like it per se, but it made you feel like something inside you had been fixed. A missing puzzle piece that slotted right into place. It just felt so right.

Just like he did. You shook your thoughts, having the habit of spiraling, wether it may be good or bad, and continued on with your afternoon. Your nerves about spending time with Leon calmed, it was just Leon! Your best friend. You had nothing to worry about. Well, with Leon, usually there was at least a little something to be worried about.

You were out the door, into the night, on your way to Leon. You had decided to just walk there since parking was an absolute nightmare in this city. Besides, the fresh air in your lungs and cooling breeze on your face was something you hadn't felt in a while. Fumbling with a small box in your pocket, you continued to the bar you two had agreed to meet up at. It wasn't really a present, more something you wanted to return. You never thought you could.

You took a deep breath before stepping into the warmth of the bar. Your eyes were searching for Leon, looking for that familiar blonde head of hair. Spotting him in the back, an inevitable smile crept onto your face. When Leon noticed you, his face lit up, a hand reaching up to signal you over to him. He stood up when you approached and immediately pulled you into a tight hug.

"Hey." He mumbled, muffled by your hair. "Hi." You said, the joy in your voice evident. The first real hug in seven years. You could've melted on the spot. It felt so good. So right.

You reluctantly pulled away, smiling at him. "Wow... It's been a while, huh?" He said with a small laugh. "Yeah.." you responded with a chuckle. You sat down and ordered your drinks. "So.. what have you been up to? How have you been?" You asked. He pondered for a moment. "Not a lot to be honest. Worked a lot, you know, saved the world once or twice." He joked at which you just playfully rolled your eyes.

"What about you?"

"I uh... I adopted a dog. Her name is Lady, she's a Bernese mountain dog. I couldn't stand being alone anymore so I got Lady and yeah... that's about it when it comes to major life events." You laughed, a little nervous but the tension was fading by the minute.

"You gave in, huh? You used to talk my ear off about wanting a dog back then, remember?" He smiled. You did talk about wanting a dog all throughout your time at the police academy and it seemed like you had finally fulfilled that dream.

"Yeah, I did. She's so sweet, you'll love her." you said with a smile. Leon let out a laugh. "I'm more worried about her liking me." He joked.

You two continued to talk and drink, just laughing and having a good time. The night got closer and closer to ending when you remembered the box in your pocket.

"I have something for you." You mumbled, nervous to how he would react. He piped up at that and raised his eyebrows. "Aw, for me?" He teased. You just gave him a shy smile. Now or never. You pulled out the small box and slid it over to him. "I wanted to return this." you said quietly. His brows furrowed and a confused look fell on his face. "Return? Alright."

Leon carefully undid the bow and opened the lid. Not in a million years had he expected this. His jaw hit the fucking floor. It was his goddamn RPD badge. What the fuck? How did you even get this? It was tattered and faded. He gently ran his fingers across his barely legible name.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek. You had no idea how he would react. Leon looked at you completely bewildered. "I.. How?" He asked, still shocked. You shifted in your chair and fiddled with your fingers. "When... when I got out, I found it on the ground. It was the only thing I had left of you." You mumbled, avoiding eye contact. By 'got out' you meant fighting and clawing your way through infected residents and escaping the ruins of the collapsed building.

You could see the pain in his eyes. Whether it was his own for the pain he felt for you, you weren't sure. You spoke before he could. "I made a promise to myself that I would get it back to you one day, but.. at some point, I gave up and just kept it for myself. I thought you were dead and that this," you gestured to the badge," was the only thing I had left of you. My best friend. But it's yours, I want you to have it back." You said, your voice cracking, trying not to cry.

You could see the tears glistening in his eyes, his knuckles turning white as he tightly gripped his badge. "Thank you..." was all he managed to get out. You quickly wiped the tears that were threatening to fall and let out a sad laugh.

"God... I'm sorry for ruining the mood like that. It probably would've burned a hole in my pocket if I kept it any longer, though..."

Leon placed his badge on the table and took your hands in his. "You didn't. Well, a little maybe, but I'm really grateful for this. Thank you." He assured you, sqeezing your hands. Your skin lit on fire. His touch was so addicting. And so comforting. A blush made its way onto your face. Oh, fuck. Was Ashley right? No. No way, it's just a little hot in here. That's all. But you couldn't deny the way your heart twisted and turned when he touched you, the butterflies in your stomach were having a fucking rave right now. Jesus, it's just Leon. Get it together You thought to yourself.

Shaking off all those annoying feelings, you returned a smile. "How about I make it up to you with a Movie Night, hm? Ice cream and cuddles from Lady included." You proposed. He grinned and leaned in a little closer. "What about cuddles from you?" He asked, a teasing smirk on his face. It didn't come off nearly was confident as he wanted it to. His voice shook a little, making him sound nervous.

Leon Kennedy? Nervous? Something was definitely up. His nervousness didn't stop the bubbling feeling in your stomach, though. There go the butterflies again. Stupid bugs. This is normal, though. Right? You always cuddled. Friends cuddle. No big deal. He's always been like that. No sweat. Just a little friendly cuddle session. That. Is. It. Is it bad that you wanted it to be more than that? The idea of being in love with him suddenly didn't feel as scary anymore.

Part three is coming soon~

#bumblebeesfromvenus #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy comfort #leon kennedy angst #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x fem!reader #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil leon #ashley graham

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jamisonwritestf2trash · 9 months

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More TF2 Headcanons because you guys loved the last one.

You guys better buckle up because I'm already thinking of a pt 3

Tw - Bigotry, alcoholism

Not specifically set in 2023, kinda a mix of being in the 60s and 2023. You'll get what I mean in certain headcanons.

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All of them are animal people on some level.

Demo, Engie, and Heavy all love cats. I personally think Demo has a cat on base that he manages to hide from the others. He found it outside one night, it also had a fucked up eye. They love each other.

Sniper loves rabbits, I wonder why. He also loves Australian wildlife. He's a big fan of crocodiles but won't admit it because he hates the idea of being a stereotype.

Scout and Soilder love dogs.

Spy claims he doesn't like animals. He will call then "Filthy beasts." He's lying. He's a liar. He loves birds. sometimes, he just disappears for an hour or two, and the other mercs are super confused. He's hiding in Medic's room with his birds. He also likes Maine Coons.

Medic obviously loves birds. His doves are his pride and joy, but I think he actually likes all animals. He finds comfort in reptiles because he also sometimes feels like he lacks the ability to feel emotion. Archimedes is his favorite. Don't let him tell you he "doesn't play favorites." With his birds. He does.

Pyro has one of those bubble eyed goldfish. They named it firefly, and none of the other mercs know where they got it from. They love fish! They'd have a koi pond if they had room.

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Demoman time because he's an underrated king! (TW: ALCOHOLISM)

I don't actually think Demo is plastered all the time. Sure, some nights, he'll get blackout drunk and seriously have no recollection of what he did the night before. I think most days, he's a functional alcoholic who's over exaggerating how drunk he is. He wants attention but doesn't know why or how to ask for it.

This. Man. Has. Emotional. Issues.

On a positive note! I agree with the headcannons saying he dyes his hair to look like a fire. He's also a really good cook when he's willing to step into the kitchen.

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Engie has dentures, not because of age or anything. I just think he genuinely never had a family that was present or super caring. Honestly, I also think he's super protective of his teammates because they're family to him) No one ever really told him about how important taking care of his teeth was. Medic nearly fainted when he saw Engie's teeth. Also! He definitely made his own dentures.

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(TW AGAIN FOR BIGOTRY (RACISM AND ANTISEMITISM SPECIFICALLY)

Demo and Medic have a shared bond in the fact that they've faced discrimination.

Demo pretends like he doesn't notice the discrimination, but that shit hurts him. Being in America during the tail end of segregation really fucked him up.

I've seen people headcannon Medic as Jewish, and I honestly agree, but it also adds another layer to the discrimination he faces.

I don't know if this is cannon or not, but I heard people saying he left Germany because of WW2. I definitely think this man has gone through the trauma of fleeing his home country to seek asylum in a less dangerous country. He has nightmares about this.

There's no way he didn't live in constant fear over being Jewish. I also definitely think for a while that he hated his German heritage because of what was happening in the world. Like this man full on wouldn't speak because he could only speak German or with a prominent accent, and he was so ashamed. After the war, though, he stopped having this internalized hatred.

Also, if you headcannon him as a Nazi. Go fuck yourself.

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Spy time!

I genuinely think this man wants to be a good father to Scout, but he has no reference. I definitely think that Spy's dad walked out on him or didn't love him as a child. Also, with his job being what it is, he definitely gets scared when he feels an actual connection with someone.

He is way to fucking scared to tell Scout that he's his dad. He pretends that not telling Scout is just easier for everyone, but he's really scared that Scout will never look at him or talk to him again. He truly values Scouts opinions even if he doesn't make that know.

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Oh, did someone ask for Medic headcannons again?? No? Well, he's my favorite girl, so....

He has gotten glitter in at least one mercs chest cavity. He literally glitterglued Heavy's ribs back together when he kept asking when his ribs would grow back.

This man is a menace at pride parades. He is the most flamboyant gay you've ever met. Let's be honest he's dressed up as FrankNFurter more than once.

He would bedazzled his gloves and boots for the Barbie movie.

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That's all I have for now. Pt. 3 will come eventually bc I'm fully into the fandom now 😭

#tf2 spy #tf2 demoman #tf2 scout #tf2 headcanons #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 #team fortress headcanons #team fortress 2 #tf2 soldier #tf2 engineer #tf2 pyro #tf2 heavy #tw racsim #tw antisemitism #tw alchoholism

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Love In the Air Ep 13 Review & Running Commentary

Hey guys, this is the last one. For those who missed my other reviews, please find them here. I'm not afraid to admit I'm scared. I may end up documenting a trigger. Let's hope not.

We start the episode at school. Sig laminating about him being the only single person. How he is going to find himself a gf. I know a boy that you should be looking at Sig. I'm just saying.

Rain teasing Sky about all the pictures of him on Pai's social media. Pai is making sure everyone knows. That smile on Sky's face says it all. Oh, we are talking about the race. I don't wanna talk about the race. Ugh!

The Wind Will Embrace The Sky

Flashback to little Sky, all excited about going to school in Bangkok. Then , he was a teen and offered a cig. These fucking douche bag friends. At this day in age who encourages a friend to smoke. Even I didn't back in high school when I smoked. Like, don't do it. Everyone knows that inhaling smoke is stupid.

Time Stamp 6:11 we are introduced to Gun. The cum guzzling gutter slut. Sadly, you can see the instant stars in Sky's eyes. Ohhh... You are going to regret that eye contact baby boy. Gun comes up and takes to Sky which makes me want to puke. Time Stamp 7:39 them in bed together. The flicking of the lighter. That's going to turn into a nightmare right there. Sky telling Gun he loves him. Ugh, this sucks. I literally feel my heart picking up and catching. Guess who is going to pause and take there emergency anxiety. Yup, yup, for me it's worth it to watch the show. See, I might have to skip some parts to be safe but if I don't push myself in some things then my anxiety will get worse. That feeling of letting them win because I am not leading a normal life, not doing things I enjoy, will amp my anxiety more than watching.

Okay, so the friends aren't total douches. They are concerned for Sky. Never mind, they are. Shoving him and saying that you knew he was a piece of shit isn't going to help. Yeah, those burns aren't falling down the stairs. Time Stamp 9:39 Gun is hurting Sky, and Sky is begging. I really hope Gun dies. I'm just saying. Let me take the time to say that BDSM should never ever look like this. There doesn't have to be pain. If you want pain, then you can have it, but you also have the right to say when you do and don't want it. I don't care how deep of a submissive you are. That stands true.

Skipping from time stamp of 11:07 to 12:30. I know what happened from the book, and I can't. Can we please just have a Gun Reforestation Party. You know shovels, black salt, snacks, etc.

Sky wakes up from the nightmare. He is not sure why he was dreaming about that shit again. Cause the mind is a wonderful and painful thing, love. It really is. Sometimes, it loves us, and other times, it hates us. Poor baby. That's it, call someone, talking helps. Pai is not even bothered that it's night. Just asks if Sky misses him.

See, this is why someone like us needs a stubborn partner. This sort of thing doesn't phase. They worked too hard to scale the walls, so this is nothing big. Meanwhile, it's huge to us. Sky asks Pai to come so he comes. He's like, you need me to get you the moon too? Just let him know so he can start tying the ladders together.

Ohhh, if Pai only knew he was talking to the reason for Sky's nightmares. Ugh, so gross.

The way Sky rushes out to hug Pai! Oh! My heart! I needed this feel-good moment. Pai is no dummy, but he is so calm and patient. When Sky asks him to never let go of his hand, he just does it. Then they start getting heated. I know some of you are like, but you just had a nightmare! Sometimes, it's taking your mind off, it's replacing those moments with something else. Clearing away the cobwebs. Though it will come back, it's a reprieval.

Pai talking about how he used to be uncaring sweet talker aka fuck boy. Honestly, he is right, he never came off as uncaring. This is sickly sweet. I'm somewhere between gaging and making heart eyes. He becomes invincible. Sky saying he only wants Pai. Play wrestling, while giggling. 🤦‍♀️ I think I just got a tooth ache. 🤣🤣🤣

Here comes the roller coaster. Both Sky and Rain are at the race. It was only a year ago! 🤣🤣🤣 Ugh, if someone came up behind me like that. They'd have a broken nose. Nope. Sky seems to have known it was him, though. I love Pai so fucking much. He does not care what anyone else thinks and that's exactly what Sky needs. He just wants his Sky kisses but gets threats, lol.

Payu is so done. He's like, get your ass out there and race. The way Pai is threatening and making sure he knows to watch out for his babe. Just makes my heart crackle cause we all know what is coming. Love the don't talk to anyone and the sass back from Sky. Which is it, talk or don't talk and Pai being like, long enough to say your reserved. 🤣 Pai stealing a kiss, then raced off.

Rain is uncomfortable with Sky going by himself, but he is all sub. Sky has overridden him. Had Pai or Payu been there, he wouldn't have gotten his phone.

Trigger: Time stamp 23:42, Sky hears that clicking of the lighter and knows. I told you guys that lighter was going to become a trigger. Some noises become a trigger because you associate it with incoming pain. This would have automatically put Sky into a threatened feeling and emotions because he associates that sound with pain.

Trigger: Prapai is taking a break between races. Gun's friend saddles up to Pai and tells him that he's hitting on a girl and asks Prapai for his room key so he can impress her with a fancy room for a hookup. Prapai is not terribly happy about it but relents. Which is incredibly stupid. I don't care your reasons, Pai. I love you, but you dummy.

Trigger: Payu and Prapai talk about Gun and his friend. They don't trust him but have no idea why.

Trigger: Back to Gun and Sky. Gun jokes about how Sky looks all "fixed" up when he left him all broken. Sky tries to stand up for himself, but Gun taunts him about Prapai playing with him. Also, remember that Sky is triggered. He is feeling all the feelings from the past thanks to that click. "What did I teach you?" Gun taunts.

Trigger: Sky walks away, reeling from the things that Gun said. He's second-guessing himself while at the same time trying to remind himself of what he knows. Sky runs into Rain, who worries about him. Sky tells him he's feeling sick and is leaving. Sky then decides on telling Prapai everything about his past with Gun so he can live in peace. Sky comes back, and a guard told him that Prapai is waiting for Sky at their condo. Rain drives him to the condo, Gun's friend watches them leave. Rain drops him off, and while Sky is shaken, his mind set on the condo, where he can rest.

Trigger: Sky makes it to the condo, promising to tell Prapai everything. But when he walks in, there's the zippo click. Gun and his friends are there. Sky tries to run away, but Gun's friends catch him and drag him to the bedroom. Gun: "He's not my ex. He's just a toy. A toy I threw away." Gun's friends are playing Gun's script. They say that Prapai gave him away. Sky is breaking under Gun's taunts. Gun insists that the only way they could've gotten in the condo was Prapai giving them his key. Sky tries to defend Prapai but is breaking fast. Gun tells him that he showed Prapai pictures he took of Sky in the past. Gun: "he said," Take back your filthy shit. "" Gun takes his shirt off while Sky's vision goes out of focus. 🤢🤮🤮

Cut back to the race, and Pai wants to know where his baby is. Payu tells him that Rain took him away. Pai isn't upset about Sky leaving. He just wants to be with his honey. Then Rain shows up telling him to take care of Sky, which Pai assures him, this nurse can do. Then it clicks for Pai, and he loses his shit when he finds out what happened. He probably broke records to get to Sky.

Trigger: A shirtless Sky lies in bed. His expression is completely blank and devoid of life. Gun is on top of him caressing his hair. Prapai, Payu, and Rain storm in. Gun insists that Sky asked him to screw him. Please kill him, please kill him, please kill him. Deep breath. Okay. Rain busts in and says that they are all lying. I get why Pai yelled but fuck. That triggered my already triggered ass. It does help a very shell shocked Sky to start talking. Asking Pai if he can be just his, without being shared with others. Pai starts talking softly and reassuring Sky, all why covering him up and stroking his hair.

Once he has gotten through to Sky, he leaves him in the care of Rain. The to fucking son of bitches try to escape but Pai gets him. He starts pounding into him. I might have cheered and clapped out loud. WHY DID YOU STOP HIM PAYU!! I'm a little satisfied. Only a little though.

Pai races into the room to Sky. He starts attempting to get Sky to cry and release some of the trauma. He wants him to let it out so bad, he assures him that he'll be there for him, but Sky, he doesn't know how anymore. He tries demanding and begging, but when it's to no avail. Prapai's crying snaps Sky out of his shock. He wants to know why is Prapai crying. "Because you won't cry. If you can't cry... I'll cry for you. If you suffer. I'll suffer with you. If you're in pain. I'll be in pain, too." He is giving his boy vows. "Nothing gets better, even if I cry." "It does. Trust me. I'm right here... I promise I won't let you go through this again. I love you, Sky." At this point, Sky breaks and begs Pai to be telling the truth as he cries. To which Pai comforts him the whole time. If I weren't already in love with the man. This whole thing would do it.

Pai takes sky to his family home. When his sister goes to say something, Pai quickly shuts her down. Sky does not want Pai to leave him. Sky is expecting Pai to ask questions, but Pai tells him to just do it when he is ready. Fuck, I love you Pai. Sky starts to spill his story while Pai just gently strokes his hair. Letting him know he isn't alone. He says dreadful and horrible things about himself but Pai lets him talk because he know he has to get it out. This is 100% accurate to how a SA survivor in victim mode feels about themselves. It takes therapy and a lot of work to get out of that mind frame.

Sky asks Pai if he can really love him, and while crying, Pai assures him he can. Pai apologizes, wishing he had met Sky sooner. Sky just hugs him and rejoices in the fact that they did meet. Have I mentioned how much I love Pai? Because if I haven't. I really love him. Too late, you've already made a promise and a vow. I was there for it. No take backs.

Sky wakes up and goes looking for Pai. When he finds him on the balcony, he immediately gets embraced. That fucking microphone though! Sky is worried about Pai's family but he need not be. Who wouldn't love the marshmallow. An idiot that's who, fucking Gun. Hope your at the bottom of a lake somewhere. Pai assures Sky that his family will adore him. Daddy Chai is going to deal with the scum! Can we watch please? Please! I have a shovel and snacks. I could be a lot of help. 🙏🙏🙏

Pai asks about the actor who helped Sky move forward. "How sad would my loved ones be if I didn't love myself?" "If one person can ruin my life, how can I face my family?" These words helped Sky realize what was important to him. More promises and vows from Pai. Honey, you are as good as married.

"To win a stony heart. You must use your own."

Seriously. Pai became a better person because of his love for Sky. Even though he didn't realize he was in love yet. He knew he had to be better to have this boy, and he wanted him. Sky didn't mold him. He molded himself. Because Love.

Sky meeting the family and being embraced. Bugging Pai at work. Everything you could want for the boy. But wait! It gets better! Pai's uncle is the actor who inspired Sky. Jelly Pai is hilarious! Just look at this black giant for the rest of your life. 🤣🤣🤣

Well, that's all folks. This was an amazing roller coaster episode. It took us high, and it took us low. I loved it. I'm never watching it again, though. Once was good enough for me. I'll just stick to re-watching all the sex scenes. Yup, I'm a hoe on main. 💜💜💜 This was co-written by @akitbeast whom I couldn't have gotten through the review without.

#lita #love in the air #love in the air the series #luta opinions #coconuts mafia

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romanarose · 3 months

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Congrats again! I can't believe you don't have at least twice as many followers. People are missing out!!! 💞✨

Now, after the trauma that was ROF's latest chapter, I ✨demand✨ (I'm actually begging on my knees, please!! 😭) a lil hypothetical scenario where Madonna attends to Frankie's aching body and hugs him and comforts him 🥺👉👈

Pretty please, I need to press babygirl's cheek against my boobs so he knows he's loved and safe 😭

Romana's 2k follower celebration

Of coursebb!!! since Frakie will not be getting any of this from Madonna. he wll get some from Will though.

Room's on Fire universe(DARK)

NOT CANON but the things Frankie thinks about in his internal monologue are.

Descriptions of wounds, bites, blood, domestic violence

Frankie desperatly tried to hold back his tears as he searched through the medicine cabinet. He didn't want to ask for help or advice, he was humiliated and hurting. He hoped to god tha Iris wouldn't come in for anything. Frankie liked Iris, honestly, and they'd shared more than a few nice moments in the ten years he'd known her and he'd tried to make her time here at least bareable.

Santi could be harsh and cruel, especially when Iris first started. She was headstrong and it took a while for Santi to break her down. He never did, completetly, but as long as she got the work done she needed to, he left her alone. There had been a time, before Beatriz died, that Beatriz had been playing around with the idea of Iris and Frankie being wed. Francisco hated the idea, seeing how Jonah was pretty publically being fucked by Beatriz while she less than publically fucked Frankie. Jonah had been around Francisco his whole life, Jonah probably spent more time in his childhood than Iris did, seeing how she was intentionally kept away. The idea felt wrong, like a quasi-incest.

Pope didn't want them together and neither did Iris, obviously. Frankie didn't take it personal. When Beatriz died, Iris was placed here to punish Jonah but honestly Jonah got to see her more now than before. Santiago didn't think in those terms. It was like the idea of him and Iris never happened, and now Frankie was married to Santi, just like Santi had wanted all along.

That's how he got in this position.

Santiago wasn't always like this but the last few months... things had gone downhill. Between Santi's jealousy and bipolar mood switches, he was getting harder and harder to placate. Ben had promised when she was pregnant, Santi would change, that he'd focus on Madonna.

Now he was talking about getting Frankie pregnant... did he realize that wasn't possible? In his delusions, did he think he could really put a baby in him?

"Francisco?" The soft voice of the beautiful madonna he'd come to love in his own way. Francisco wanted Ben... but look where loving Ben had gotten him? Ben with a concussion and Frankie... "Oh my god..."

Frankie realized he was in a tank top. Shit.

She rushed to his side, her night dress fluttering around her.

"Where's Reyansh?" She was supossed to be guarded at all times, especially after the shooting attempt.

Her eyes go wider. "Oh he's um.... he's..."

"He's not watching you?"

She stammers, clearly trying to cover for her friend. "He's just in the kitchen with Iris but I swear, he thought I was asleep!"

"He's supossed to be guarding your door."

Her lip quivers. "Please don't tell the others! Please I shouldn't have left!" She looked so worried for him. She was a good person like that.

"I won't, I promise."

She relaxed a little, but frowned when she looked at his marks again. Blood was still at the bite marks. She reached out to touch them slowly. "Was this a demon?" She asked, and Frankie almost laughed before he realized she was sincere.

"Yeah." He whispers. A demon was more beleiveable to her than the idea Santi would harm him.

She nodded a little. "I suffer from them too. At night."

Frankie almost asked what she meant, if she was getting nightmares, but she touched a particularly bruised part of his arms and he visibly winced.

"Sorry."

Madonna gathered a few items, a cold pack, a washcloth, bandaids and coaxed him to a counter where she sat herself up on the marbel. Carfully, she tended to his wounds, cleaning and bandaging and icing him softly with sad eyes but a loving hand. She was so much softer than he was used to.

Madonna didn't want anything from him, she didn't want to fight with the others or hurt him body or sweep him under a rug like Ben, Santi or Beatriz had. She just loved him as he was. Maybe it was the brainwashing, the way she had been trained from birth to adore him.... but he wasn't entirely sure he cared. He'd take care of her, he'd treat her with that same gentleness she gave him now.

She deserved it, and so did that baby, whoever was the father.

And lets be honest, it probably wasn't him. It was probably Ben or Will based on sheer statistics, but it didn't matter. The baby was hers, and she mattered.

God knows there was enough ruined lives living under this roof, francisco didn't want this baby or her to be another one.

When Madonna kissed him, sweet kisses compared to Santi's bites, Francisco pulled her legs around him. With his arms wrapped around her body and holding her close, Francisco kissed her and carried her all the way back to her room. He'd make sure she got back safe and wasn't left alone again.

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FRANCISCOOOOOOOOOO sweet sweet man

#rooms on fire #rof universe #frankie friday #francisco morales #triple frontier #romana's 2000 follower celebration

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Sometimes I feel bad for alloromantics when something like this happens...

I hope your soft little heart is okay, it must be hard to fall for someone and have to give it up 🥺 ❤️

If this feeds into a villain arc I will fully support you queen

I always thought I was aro-ace, until I found this guy, and felt myself falling. I let it happen, honestly, but after the things I found out today from co-workers who are in the know about this situation, it turns out that he's been manipulating me from the get-go. I was an ego boost, then something uncomfortable, and he pulled the plug last night to make it seem like he wasn't the bad guy.

I'm not mad at him, I'm mad at me for not seeing the game he was playing right from the start. I was hurt last night, but now I just do not care. I'll get angry later, probably, but I have so much going on between work and uni and at home that I don't have the emotional capacity right now to mourn what I thought was happening.

He used me, manipulated me, played a game, thought I was an easy target. He didn't get what he wanted, thankfully, and I'm grateful I was genuinely too oblivious to realise what was going on. That saved me a ton more heartbreak. I never found out the truth from him, I got it from my coworkers, who spent a good few hours discussing it with me at length this morning (and @ilovecupcakesandtea, who is angry enough for the both of us and I love her so damn much).

I do have a soft heart and I see the best in everything and everyone 'til they prove to me why I shouldn't, but I have limits. All I'm gonna say is, Joker would shoot this guy in the face and I'd be beside him handing him another shell, telling him to double tap the asshole. Morpheus would give him nightmares for the rest of his life, and Astarion would drain him dry.

... Ooh, is my villain era beginning?😏

I'm not 100% over him, but I sure as shit don't love him like I did twenty-four hours ago. I'm awake now.

Thank you for your support!!!🥺💗 I'm gonna shove my head back in my textbooks and fanfictions, where it's always always been safer.

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fl3shm4id3n · 1 year

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐙-𝐝𝐨𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫.

ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ x ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ), ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ᴢᴅɪɴᴀꜱʀᴋ x ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ᴀᴅᴏᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)

Tw: death, mother and daughter relationship, cursing, adoption, angst to comfort.

Masterlist

Your mom is dead, she was only alive for a couple weeks and she died while out on a mission. When you heard the news, you wanted to break down so bad, but you could since you had to stay professional. But as soon you were in the privacy of your room, you were broken. Even though you only knew your mother for a few weeks, you and her were already attached.

Everyone had seemed to not care about her death, why would they? They had better things to worry about then mourn the death of their team mates. Every night you'd basically cry yourself to sleep and would wake up. You hoped that it was a nightmare of some kind, but no, it was real.

This had become a routine, you'd cry yourself to sleep, wake up, go to work and repeat the cycle. You didn't feel any better, you felt worse every day, specially since you've never feel that sort of pain in your life. You were a soldier on a dangerous mission and you needed no distractions. Your mother's death was considered a distraction, according to Ardmore. She knew what was happening to you and she told you to get your shit together.

That night was just like a any other, at least the last couple days. You were busy crying that you didn't hear someone come in your room. They must have knocked but you didn't hear it. "Hey little Walker" you recognized who it was. It was non other than Zdinasrk's herself. She had a small sad smile on her lips. You didn't say anything instead you just nodded your head to her.

Z-dog was a friend of your mom's, they were close for sure. She walked over and sat on the small twin bed, next to you. Your room was small, but that didn't seem to matter to her. "How do you feel?" she asked, this shocked you. No one had seemed to care how YOU, were feeling. "I don't know, how does it look like I'm feeling?" you asked.

She just tilted her head while looking at you, seen your dried tears and puffy sore eyes. "In all honestly, you look like shit, your mama wouldn't of liked that" Z-dog commented honestly. By the mention of your mom, you felt your tears pouring out your eyes again. You buried your face in your hands and went back to crying. You've never cried in front of anyone, ever. It felt weird.

Z-dog sighed, sadly. It broke her heart seen you like this, just like your mother, she knew you for only a couple weeks and she already liked you like a niece in a way. Without thinking it, she pulled you to her side, giving you a small hug, and rubbed your small shoulder comfortingly.

Then all of a sudden, you then wrapped your small arms around her waist and buried your tear soaked face onto her dark green tank top. At first Z-dog hesitated, but she hugged you back. Very similar to how Walker would hug you, she had arm around your waist and the other rubbed your back in circles. "It's okay kid, just let it all out" she said sweetly and motherly. That was when she decided to adopt you as her own. She knew for a fact that Walker would of wanted that, for someone to look after her daughter.

#deja blu #deja blu x reader #deja blu x you #deja blu x y/n #deja blu fic #deja blu angst #walker x daughter reader (platonic)#zdinarsk x adopted daughter reader (platonic)#recom walker x reader (platonic)#walker x reader (platonic)#zdinarsk x reader (platonic)#recom zdinarsk x reader (platonic)#female reader #female y/n #human reader #human y/n #daughter reader #aphrodite's writing

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dating steve harrington hcs

a/n: this was my second most popular request after the eddie ones lmao y'all have made your faves clear and i love it because they are also my mine

you & steve started dating in high school; maybe in like junior or senior year?? it's nothing serious, literally just two kids messing about, and eventually you break up before you graduate just because shit happens, as it goes, and honestly it's nothing that deeply scarring

then one day, maybe a year or so after you graduate, your mum sends you out on a friday evening to get something for movie night and you end up going to family video

lo-and-behold, steve harrington is sat behind the counter. you had always wondered what he was up to these days, but you sort of lost contact

his face lights up when he sees you - even more so when you look him up and down and say "we're both here on a friday night, so i guess things worked out for both of us, huh?"

steve can't help but smile; he'd always loved your humour and he was glad to see it hadn't changed in the last two years

when you ask for movie recommendations, he just happens to list every film that you & him used to watch together

when steve gives you that stupid goofy smile of his, you know it's not a coincidence

you end up renting a new hope, per steve's insistence and apparent new found love for the star wars franchise (thanks dustin!!)

before you leave, he asks if you want to hang out ("as friends - not weird high school exes, but i don't blame you if you haven't moved on yet")

so a few days later you meet him after work & you lull around the arcade for a bit exactly like you did when you were teenagers

steve is different now; he's..wiser, maybe. still goofy & dumb as ever, but everything he says is a little more insightful and his face lights up when he tells you about how he's the unintentional babysitter to nancy wheeler's little brother and all his friends

at the end of the night, he asks you if you want to go on an actual, proper date. and it's hard not to accept, because he still has all the features you loved so much about him as a giddy teenager, but the maturity he used to lack is there now, clear as day

you go into the whole thing with no idea what to expect, but after a few dates it's clear you've got a good thing going and within two or three months, you and your high school boyfriend are in some weird new, committed relationship

it was unexpected, which was nice

in a way it's like no time has passed at all - he still has all his old habits, like opening the car door for you, driving you home all the time & leaving you dumb notes around the house

he's so, so caring in his own little ways - he leaves the coffee machine on a timer for when you wake up, buys your favourite sweets every time he sees them in any store, and he's always bringing home videos from the store that he think you might like

steve's pretty basic with nicknames: it's normally baby, and sometimes sweetheart, but mostly commonly a shortened variation of your name, or even just your first initial

ngl he's a fucking nightmare at remembering actual anniversaries but somehow remembers the smaller things??

like making you breakfast & a packed lunch on the days you have big meetings, or learning the names of every single one of your extended family, or filling up your car in the morning so you can stay in bed an extra five minutes

or one time you mentioned in like january that there was this really pretty necklace in the window of a store downtown; it was sold out the next day sadly, but then around the summer he sees it again and buys it for you

he can be a little frustrating at time. steve grew up in a very well-off household so he's not the best with money. he'd much rather splash out on a cool new video game or a nice present for you than save for the future

and you can't really argue with that?? because how fucking cute is it but also rent is important too steve god

steve can also be difficult. he's stubborn as anything and once he has his mind made up, there's no changing it. that means you guys sometimes clash, but you always make up

he has two polaroids of you on his nightstand; one is you guys outside the arcade in your junior year and the other one is basically identical, except it was taken on your third anniversary (the second time you're dating lmao)

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x you #steve harrington headcanons #steve harringon reader insert #steve harrington #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #stranger things x reader #stranger things

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cambria-writes · 2 years

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ETA 27 Nov 2022: it has taken me literally weeks to realize that this is chapter thirteen, that i posted as chapter twelve, and that there’s a whole almost 4K words missing between this and the chapter i posted before it. i cannot express how much of an utter fucking buffoon i feel like please forgive me oh my god

hello! i think i proofread this, but as i mentioned before I wrote all of this in a trance after a really shit day so. honestly who knows.

i actually. i'm super insecure about this and i really don't. i don't know man. i'm trying not to make reader a mary-sue but i'm also fighting tooth and nail with myself about the fact that it wouldn't matter even if she was. my inner demons are bitches fr. send help

if i'm totally real i might. i might rewrite this and shove a few things into the next chapter. i don't know. i don't know!!

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader rating: M, each chapter rated individually warnings: swearing, bleading, minor injuries, author was dissociated while writing basically, pacing is off the charts word count: 4,481

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓: 𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 ℜ𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩

The silence in the RV is practically deafening. Your skin feels too tight and your head feels full of cotton. It’s hard to think past the anxiety of it. For years, now, you’ve had to deal with nightmares, visions and horrifying knowledge that wouldn’t be believed. Years of being made to feel like Cassandra; bringer of prophecy and never believed. You’ve had to watch people die over and over again, without any ability to do anything about it.

You haven’t had much time to stop and think about why you have powers now in the first place. It’s connected to Eleven opening the gate in ‘83, that much you know. Well, you assume. The timing is a little bit too convenient for these things not to be connected.

What you’re not sure about is why all of a sudden you can do things now, instead of just having to spectate. You’re filtering through the events that you remember seeing, but nothing matches up with the timing. Nothing happened right before the night you first plane shifted. Even Chrissy was… even that was after.

A part of you wants to believe it’s just a reactionary thing; maybe some part of you is connected to the Upside Down, maybe it’s just nature providing its new predator with a foil. When you sigh, a hand comes down on your shoulder. You’re sat on the ground between Eddie’s legs; you don’t need to look up to know he’s wanting to ask what’s wrong. You shake your head and wave him off.

You’re overthinking things again.

When Steve hits the brakes on the RV, you slowly get up and follow Lucas, Erica and Sam to the door. You stop on the last step and look out at the house in front of you.

“Well that’s… that looks safe.”

Lucas snorts and Max turns around to look at you.

“Welcome to Creel Manor,” Max says, extending an arm out towards the run down building.

“Wait,” you say, when the three are about to walk off into the house. You reach out to grab Lucas’ hand and put your handgun, grip first, into it. “The safety’s already off, so be careful. Just…” You look from Lucas’ shocked face to the house, behind you to the RV, and back to the boy in front of you. “Anyone show up, aim for the legs, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Lucas agrees, quietly, looking from the gun back to you. “Enough people dead already, right?”

When you give him a pat on the shoulder, the thought comes to you. You run back in to tell Steve to wait for you for just a second, grab one of the soda’s from your designated pack by Eddie’s feet, and run back out, past the kids, straight to the front door.

“Hey, what are you—” Erica starts, but you hiss at the lot of them.

“Shut up, I need to focus.”

You use the corroded knob on the front door to pop open the soda and chug it as fast as you can. It burns the entire way down, and when the bottle is empty you feel like you’re five seconds away from regurgitating it all back up. You take a few deep breaths to steady yourself, and place your hand on the panels covering what you know is a stained glass window underneath.

You have no idea if this is going to work. You know this is at least an eighth level spell, and you have no way of knowing what can or can’t work with you. You’ve used different schools so far—alteration, divination, necromantic—so there’s no real way to know for sure.

Nevertheless, you close your eyes, try your best to develop a mental image of the front porch you’re standing on, and take one last deep breath.

On the exhale, you whisper something low enough that you know that no one else could've possibly heard you.

Immediately, the wooden panel under your hand splits, and you can hear the bushes around the porch rustle. You can hear the three kids calling after you behind you, mostly panicked. When you pull you hand away from the door and look at your palm, there’s a small gash where the splintered wood cut the skin open.

You ball your hand into a fist and wipe the blood from your nose before turning around. You toss the empty bottle into the bushes and ignore Lucas and Erica in favour of walking up to Max.

“Remember what I said at the lake,” you say, sternly, clenching your jaw against the headache pounding behind your eyes. “You’re not responsible for this. It’s not your job to fix this alone.”

“Yeah,” Max breathe, nodding shortly.

You bite your lips and nod once before running back up and in to the RV. Steve speeds off before the door even shuts behind you, and Eddie is right there, grabbing you by the shoulders with a force that startles.

“What the hell was that?”

“Contingency,” you say quietly, slowly reaching up to pull his hands off your shoulders. “I don’t have to think about or do everything, but I can at least give myself a plan B.”

“And what’s your plan B, exactly?” You hear Robin ask. You turn your head to look over your shoulder at Nancy before looking back up at Eddie. You let him reach up to swipe a thumb over your upper lip.

“Evac.”

“Okay,” Nancy starts, pushing herself away from the front seats to look back at the rest of you. “I wanna run through it one more time. Phase one.”

“We meet Erica at the playground,” Robin says, voice calm and low. “She’ll signal Max and Lucas when we’re ready.”

“Phase two.”

“Max baits Vecna,”Steve says, hands on his hips. “He’ll go after her, which’ll put him in his trance.”

Nancy nods. “Phase three?”

“Me and Eddie draw the bats away.”

“And if anything goes wrong?” Nancy prompts, and you raise your hand from behind Eddie.

“I plane shift them back, we take the bikes and meet up with Erica.”

“Four.”

“We head into Vecna’s hopefully newly bat-free lair and… flambé.” Robin says, holding up one of the Molotovs.

“Nobody moves onto the phase phase until we’ve all copied,” Nancy starts, before looking pointedly at you. “Nobody deviates from the plan, no matter what. Got it?”

You just nod while the rest voice their confirmation and swallow thickly. It’s obvious she knows you’ve got a plan no one else is involved in, and she seems adamant in letting you know not to resort to it.

And you can’t make promise like that. Not for this.

When everyone moves for their gear, after you’ve picked up your bag from the floor, you grab Eddie by the arm and hold him back.

“Hey, you trust me, right?” You ask, letting your hand slide down to his once he’s stopped to turn around to face you. He frowns but nods once.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, sounding unsure. “Yeah, of course. Why…”

You take a second to bite your lip. “Word of Recall,” you whisper, tightening your fingers around his hand. “That’s what I used. Just… just in case.”

“Hey, what’s the hold up?” Steve calls out, poking his head in through the door. “We’re on a time crunch here guys.”

“Yeah, sorry,” you apologize quickly, dropping Eddie’s hand and bolting before he can say anything. You pull your bag around to your front and rummage through the contents to grab a switch knife and tuck it into your right front pocket.

Inside the trailer, you move past the gate and head straight for the bathroom.

“Hey, I get that this is really stressful and we probably won’t be able to use the bathroom in a while but,” Robin starts, following you and pausing in the doorway.

Your hand is deep under the sink’s cabinet, reaching for the two cans of hairspray you know are tucked in there.

“Okay now I’m even more confused.”

While you stuff the cans into your bag, you pull out a zippo with your free hand.

“They hate fire,” you explain shortly, tugging harshly on the bag’s ties before getting up on the floor. “I know it’s not part of the Grand Plan or whatever but honestly I’d rather be safe.”

Robin just stands there and looks at you for a second before shrugging her shoulders. “Suit yourself, as long as you don’t blow yourself up.”

Thankfully, going through the gate doesn’t bring or induce anything awful this time. When Nancy and Robin pull you up to your feet after dropping in, you stand to the side just to listen. Your head stays blissfully free of any lich telepathy. You glance quickly over at Nancy, who’s grabbing the weapons Eddie’s throwing up through the gate, and can’t help but wonder.

You shake the thoughts out of your head and, once everyone and everything is through safely, you head out the door, behind Dustin. Eddie’s just put his hand at your lower back when Steve turns around.

“Hey, guys, listen” he calls out, making his way back over to the three of you. He points at you. “If things here start to go south—”

“Abort, take them back,” you finish for him, heaving your back higher up on your shoulder. “We’ve been through that, I know.”

“Right. Just, draw the attention of the bats, keep ‘em busy for a minute or two, and we’ll take care of Vecna. Don’t try to be cute, or, be a hero or something.” You notice how Steve seems to be looking more intently at Dustin, now. “You guys are just—”

“Decoys,” Dustin interrupts. “Don’t worry, you can be the hero, Steve.” You can’T help but snort.

‘Absolutely, I mean,” Eddie continues, and vaguely gestures at the three of you. “Look at us. We are not heroes.”

Steve looks pointedly at you again and you put your hands up.

“Hey, I’m not a hero either man, I’m just the party cleric.”

Steve looks entirely unconvinced, though that might just be the nerves showing. He nods, and moves to walk away, but Eddie takes a step forward and calls out to him. He looks back at Dustin, then over his other shoulder to you, before saying, “Make him pay.”

Red lightning strikes immediately followed by a clap of thunder. You flinch at the sound, immediately followed by yelp when you feel something at your elbow.

“Hey, sorry,” Dustin says, leaning away and putting his hand up. “You alright?”

“Yeah, sure,” you mutter, clearing your throat. “Come on,” you say a little louder, tapping Dustin’s arms and moving towards one of the other trailers. “Time to set up.”

While Eddie and Dustin go through the Munson trailer to get the amp, wires and his beloved Warlock, you busy yourself with getting the ladder. You prop it up against the side of the trailer as best you can so it won’t be too wobbly, and make your way onto the roof. You let your bag drop and give a few thumps with your feet. When you hear Dustin shouting, you smirk and move to grab the length of rope you’d stashed in your bag. You work to loop part of it around your waist and tie it as tightly as you can manage, sit just beyond the ladder, and toss the rest of the rope down.

The front door makes you jump when it slams open, and you sigh when you hear Dustin whooping.

“You ready for the most metal concert ever?!”

“I would’ve rather be at the Hideout to hear Eddie play for the first time but I guess this fuckin’ works,” you return, leaning back on your hands. “Hurry up losers, we’re wasting daylight.”

“Yeah, calm your tits, woman,” Eddie grumbles, hitching the amp higher in his arms. “Isn’t even any daylight in this place anyways.”

When they’re up next to the ladder, Dustin carefully ties the handle of the amp before making his way up the ladder. Slowly, the two of you pull the amp up along the ladder. You scoot back as much as you can while Dustin grabs the thing and heaves it up onto the roof. The larger amps nearly make you slide off the edge of the roof, but after the second one, the other two don’t feel as heavy.

“You’re good!” You call out to Eddie, quickly untying the rope from your waist. You’re about to just toss it to the side, but quickly ball it up and toss it back into your bag.

Eddie tosses the aux cords up first, then the spears. He goes back down to get the makeshift shield and, when he’s high enough up on the ladder, pulls the guitar from his back and passes it over into your waiting hands.

“You find the generator?” You ask, passing the guitar off the Dusting, who carey gingerly leans it up against the amp.

“Yeah, just gimme a minute to get it running,” Eddie says, strained, before letting himself slide back down the ladder. You cross you arms and worry at your lower lip while you start to pace.

“So,” Dustin starts, and when you look over at him he’s got his hands behind his back and is rocking back and forth on his feet. “How long have you and Eddie been a thing?”

Though you do your best impression of a blank stare, you feel your stomach drop and your heart leap into your throat.

“What?” He whines, easing his back and forth swaying and brings his arms in front of his to gesture at you. “Have you seen the two of you?”

“Bullshit,” you spit, leaning down to grab your bag. “He’s like that with everyone. Besides, I haven’t even seen him in like, three years. We barely know each other.”

“Uh huh,” Dustin nods, and you groan when he looks entirely unconvinced and very much like a little shit. “Look, I’m just saying! He doesn’t look at us that way!”

“Look at you in what way, dude? He looks at me with eyes and a face like a normal human.”

“He looks at you,” Dustin starts again, lowering his voice and walking up to you. “Like you’re a ghost he never thought he’d see again.”

You scoff and turn your head away. “Yeah well, he’s not wrong.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means we’re different, kid,” you say quietly, pulling out a hand to inspect your suddenly very interesting nails. “A lot has happened since ‘83. Maybe he’s the same, but I’m not.”

“No, you’re right.” And the shock of his agreement has you looking back at Dusting. “I mean, a lot has happened in three years, sure. And yeah, I mean look at you, you’ve got legit superpowers now.”

“And massive trauma from seeing people die all the time.”

“And massive trauma fr—wait. You saw people die?”

You turn away again and run a hand down your face.

“Yeah. Yeah I did. I saw Nancy’s friend get caught by a demogorgon. Some scientist at the lab. Bob, all the people that got turned into—into goop. Fucking, Billy.” You take in a stuttering breath. Somewhere not too far away you hear Eddie swearing before the sound of a generator starting drowns him out. “Any time someone died because of the Upside Down, I was there. I saw it.”

“Shit,” Dustin whispers.

“Yeah. Shit.”

The sound of the generator cuts out, and Eddie’s is audible again. You exhale sharply through your nose and turn back to face Dustin.

“Can you promise me something?”

“Uh,” Dustin takes a step back and frowns. “That depends entirely on what the promise is.”

You lick your lips and point at him. “No matter what happens, okay,” you start, pointing down at your bag. “And I don’t give a flying but about Wheeler’s plan. No matter what happens, once we get out of here, I need you to distract Eddie for me.”

“What, why would you—”

“I’m expecting an answer, Henderson, not an interrogation. Will you or won’t you?”

The frown stays on his face a second longer before realization takes over his features. Not a good kind of realization.

“When you were talking about evac,” he starts slowly, first turning to walk away before turning back to point at you. “You were talking about Max.”

“Dustin,” you warn, voice low.

“You were. You’re actually thinking about trying to be a hero.”

“I’m not! I’m just, this is stupid!”

“What’s stupid now?” Eddie calls from the ground, and no sooner you turn around to face the ladder does an extension cord come flying over the edge. You and Dustin both stand by and watch it slowly slide back over the edge. “Seriously guys, hello?”

Dustin moves first to kneel at and look over the edge. You huff and make yourself useful and start plugging up the amps and the guitar. Once Dustin manages to grab the extension cord—after several almost-hilarious failures—it’s a quick fix to get the amps plugged in.

You barely have a second to breathe before the walking crackles to life.

“She’s in, move on to phase three.”

“Fuck,” you mutter, turning to Eddie while Dustin confirms. “Remember, no funny business. THe bats show up, we go in, and we get the fuck out of here.”

“And if shit hits the fan, we’ve got you,” Eddie confirms, surprising you by pulling you to him with a hand behind your neck, and knocking your foreheads together. “Get ready to have your mind blown.”

You almost laugh and slowly take a few steps back when he lets you go. Dustin walks up next to you after turning the amps up as far as they’ll go, and nudges you with an elbow. You smack him upside the head with a scowl in return. Eddie whispers something you don’t quite catch when he rips the guitar pick from around his neck, and starts to play.

Your whispered ‘what the fuck’ is lost in the opening bars of Master of Puppets. Next to you, Dustin seems to appreciate Eddie’s performance, but you can’t help the slack-jawed, shocked look you know is on your face. That song came out barely three weeks ago.

Dustin smacks you in the arm, looking absolutely delighted while bobbing his head to the song. You frown and nod—yeah this is. For a once man show in hell surrounded by murderous everything, this really… this really isn’t that bad.

It’s not too long after, once Dustin’s taken a look through his binoculars, that the countdown starts. You throw your bag over your shoulder and run for the edge of the roof where you know a truck is parked and hop down. You can barely hear Dustin calling out for ten seconds by the time you’ve opened the door beyond the fence. You hear the clatter of the guitar against the roof and usher the two of them in through the fence. By the time you slam the door shut behind you and the three of you are in the trailer, you’re lightheaded from holding your breath.

Slumped against the door, you can help but chuckle when both Dustin and Eddie start jumping up and down like excited kids. Though you’re glad they’re capable of having a good time about this, you really wish adrenaline could have the same effect on you.

You really just feel like vomiting, and the sound of a swarm of shrieking bats outside isn’t making things any easier.

When you hear the tell-tale thump of bats landing on the roof, while Eddie and Dustin move to stand back to back just underneath the gate, you once again move past them to the bathroom. Reach under the sink, and pull… three? Alright, cool, three more cans of hairspray. You drop them onto the mattress when you walk back out, and grab the two from your bag to throw them down too. You pause from where you’re sitting on the mattress, looking up and Eddie and Dustin. Eddie shrugs, just as confused when the trailer goes silent.

“Hey dipshits!” Dustin screams, and you’re shocked at how guttural it sounds. “Give up that easy huh?!”

“Dude shut up!” You whisper harshly, fishing for the lighter in your jacket

“Is that really necessary?” Eddie asks, but before Dustin can say anything else there’s a thump on the roof,

And another. And the thumps are headed in… a specific direction?

Spray in one and and lighter in the other, you slowly follow Eddie and Dustin as they make their ways toward—

“Tell me that’s not a fucking vent,” you whisper, nudging Eddie.

“They can’t come in through there, can they?” Dustin asks. And you’re about to berate him for saying possibly the worst thing he could say in this situation when the plastic cover comes flying off.

You shove post Eddie and Dustin out of the way, flick your lighter and start spraying.

The fire and heat shock you, but clearly not more than it shocked the bat who stuck it’s stupid little head inside.

“Get out of the way!” Eddie shouts behind you, and though you back up a little, you keep the fire going until you realize what he’s.

Eddie hops on the chair he slides over, hops on and jams the shield right into the ceiling. When it’s been quiet for a second, you let out a breathy laugh.

“Would you look at that, the nails didn’t pop out.” You turn when the two high five each other, but frown and wave them down. “Wait hold up.”

“Are there any other vents?” Dustin asks, and Eddie doesn’t even say a word before he takes off for the other end of the trailer.

You stay stock still under the gate, fingers gripping the can and lighter with sore fingers. You give yourself a moment to close your eyes in resignation when you hear a swarm of bats burst in through Eddie’s bedroom.

“Come on!” You scream, motioning wildly at Dustin to get up and through the gate. “Get up there!” He swears the entire way to you, through the gate, and when he finally stands up on the other side, relatively safe and sound. You quickly grab your bag and scoop the hairspray back into it.

“Leave that shit here!” Eddie yells, spear and second shield aimed at the slowly splintering door. “Get up there!”

Tie the bag firmly shut and bring it to your front, pocket your lighter and jump up as high as you can to grip the rope. Just as unpleasant the third time around. You’re rolling off the mattress, clutching your bag for dear life and briefly wondering what the tipping point is for a glass bottle of soda to explode, when you notice Dustin’s shouting getting desperate.

You scramble to your feet and trip over the mattress. When you look up,Eddie’s barely made it halfway up.

And he’s just hanging there.

“Eddie, please,” Dustin pleads, and the look on Eddie’s face makes your blood run cold.

“Eddie,” you whine, grabbing the rope with one hand. “Edward Munson, I swear—”

“On your dad’s Elvis vinyl collection, I know,” he says quietly. But nevertheless, he lets himself drop back down and while Dustin is shrieking, Eddie.

Eddie cuts the god damn fucking rope.

“No,” you growl. “No, no no no, no that lying piece of fuckign shit. Dustin, stop,” you call out, walking over and pulling him away from the table.

“What are you talking about, Eddie’s—”

“Eddie’s lucky he has a fucking plane shifting friend is what he is!” You shout, shoving Dustin toward the trailer door. “Go meet up with Erica, and don’t get caught. I’ll get us both back in one piece.”

“But—”

“Go!”

You’re fuming. Absolutely raging. You let yourself pace for a second before closing your eyes.

Your stomach drops. Your breath gets caught.

And for a wonderful fraction of a second, there’s no sound.

And then it’s right back into the shrieking swarm of bats. And though you’re almost loathe to recognize it, you were right.

None of them come even close to touching you as the few stragglers left in the trailer fly out the door. You run out the door after them just in time to see Eddie pull a bike up off the ground.

“Eddie, you son of a bitch!” You scream, barrelling into him to knock you both down to the ground.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Saving your stupid fucking idiotic traitor ass!” You shout back, awkwardly shimmying the bag off. “They can’t get me but they can get you, god, fuck, why did you do that,” you grind out between grit teeth, looming over Eddie with both hands braced on either side of his head to keep you up.

You feel the brush of sharp wings and serrated tails on your back as the bats swarm around you, until you don’t. A quick glance to either side of you confirms that the bats are, in fact, trying to get to Eddie by crawling on the ground. You don’t even have time to question why the hell they’re so intent on him.

Eddie shoves you off as gently as you figure someone can manage in this kind of situation, and immediately reaches into your bag to grab a can of hairspray. You lunge for the bag on the ground and dump everything. Pull the switchblade out and cut a few inches of rope and unravel it.

Pull out your lighter.

Flick it on. Carefully tie the rope around to keep the switch depressed and release.

Put the lighter down on the ground in front of you and reach for the hairspray.

Tie the rest of the rope down the length of the can to make sure the nozzle keeps spraying.

When you put it next to the lighter, it’s close enough to catch fire.

You stumble back up on your feet and snatch the bottle of soda. By the time you have your free on Eddie’s shoulder to pull him back, he’s got the bats flying back up in the air, a column of fire keeping most of them away.

“Count down to one for me,” you say, popping open the bottle of soda with your teeth. There’s a quick shot of pain before you take another swig, and you know you’ve chipped a tooth. “From five!”

“What the hell am I counting down to?” Eddie asks over his shoulder at you.

“Do you trust me or not?”

You can see Eddie twisting his tongue.

“Five.”

You close your eyes and take another swig of the soda.

“Four.”

Dry bushes, rotten wood, covered stained glass.

“Three, and this better be good cause I’m running out!”

You take a deep breath and think about derelict manors..

“Two!”

“Cut the fire.”

“What?!”

“You were supposed to say one,” you whisper. “Ravenloft.”

𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

@storiesbyrhi @anothermunsonsimp @doratheignora @alovesongshewrote

#eddie munson #reader #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #ravenloft #im shaking at this point i swear #im 100% convinced this is garbage #and i'm not even fishing here im just fucking insecure lmao #glitch #glitch warning #gif warning

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folklorebitch13 · 2 years

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In the end, I'ts Just us. 1.

Series masterlist

summary: Your family escapes to the outer banks after traumatizing events, a broken girl meets a broken boy. Chaos ensures.

pairing: Jj maybank x Kook!female!reader

word count: 3.8K

chapter warnings: angst, trauma, ptsd, headaches, smoking weed, slight eatiting disorder, nightmares, eventual smut, lonely Jj, Jj being an asshole.

a/n: a/n: Hi everyone, how are you guys. Recently somehow I got back into obx, I started watching the show and honestly, it kinda blows but the concept is awesome and comforting, and Jj is veryyy hot. So I wrote a fanfic, it wouldn't be one of my stories if it wasn't angsty so be prepared, also there's lots of Topper in this chapter and we only meet Jj later on but it's strictly Jj x reader.

This is gonna be a series (propably short), second part will be out friday the 15th. Hope you guys like it, if not too bad because i do ;)

This is some heavy shit if you ever need to talk, I'm here :)

Chapter one: Harry’s song.

“I am not afraid of storms for I am learning to sail my ship” – Louisa May Alcott, little women.

One of the most famous book quotes to exist, it means every storm is a lesson in sailing your ship. Every obstacle and challenge is an opportunity to learn, grow, and develop new skills. But what if the obstacle is too big and the challenge impossible?

You had probably read little women about fifteen times, you knew the book by heart and you still carried your old worn-out copy in your bag. Though you wouldn’t read the book soon, you wouldn’t read any book soon, as much as you loved it, reading wasn’t something you did anymore. Reading made your head hurt, concentrating on anything made your head hurt.

You weren’t always like this, living with always at least one earbud in. The wires were tangled and the white was slightly turning a weird shade of beige but the thing could temporarily keep the pain away. A year ago you wouldn’t have thought your 17-year-old self would suffer from a chronic disease.

It was all so stupid it drove you mad. You were a young girl in a big city, with absent parents and spending too much time alone. What does a rich girl do when she's alone in her New York City apartment once again while her parents are on a “work trip”, probably both cheating on each other. You threw a party, now you don't remember any of it but here's how it went according to your friends and your parents.

You drank too much, way too much, your boyfriend Harry, brought you to your room and 20 minutes later they found you on the sidewalk in a small pool of blood, your foot at an angle it shouldn't be. You call that foot your zombie foot now because it still looks weird and probably forever will. Anyways.

You loved Harry, his blonde curls and brown eyes, he was smart and charming. He read Russian literature then lend you his books, would laugh if you didn't understand something before explaining it. He had planned out your lives, when you'd get married, how many kids you'd have, and what their names would be.

You didn't believe he pushed you off that balcony that night, there is no other logical explanation of what happened but there is no way your Harry would've done this to you.

A lot changed after that night, your parent's suddenly started acting like they cared, as if they remembered they were supposed to be parents, and stayed by your side, almost all the time. Harry got sentenced but where he was, or how long he'd have to serve was kept silenced from you, you were being kept in the dark by everyone, parents, friends.

A month ago your parents grew tired, you didn't know if it was of their reputation, if they were embarrassed about their marriage that was so obliviously crumbling or if they were tired of you. Their child, who spent days crumbled up in bed crying in agony because of a headache and heartbreak. Their child who spent nights curled up on the cold tiles of the bathroom after throwing up, listening to Harry's favorite song like it was the last thing tying her to him.

So they broke the news to you, you were moving to the Outer Banks; paradise on earth, where they met each other, got married, and had you before moving to the big city.

You begged and cried to them to let you stay until you got on the plane, where you spent most of the time curled up in a blanket, music at the highest volume, tears silently leaving your eyes as you tried to ignore the pounding in your head and the turning of your stomach.

There was this vibe here in the outer banks, that made you feel like you had no other choice but to be happy, the sun was bright, you could hear the birds and the weather was nice, but this only frustrated you.

You had only been in the huge villa for a few hours when your parents came into your room, your room was already put in order for you, it had furniture and all, no personality. You had organized your books though, the library was not big enough to fit your collection so you left the rest besides your bed and got in bed.

It was no surprise to your parents that they found you in your bed, staring at your ceiling and listening to Harry's favorite song, yet again. "Y/n there's company coming for dinner, get dressed," your mother said, "I don't want to" you answered. Your mother sighed, "well you have to, put some makeup on".

If you had the energy you would've yelled at her, you know children aren't supposed to yell at their parents, but you would show them respect if they started acting like parents. Instead, you closed your eyes and told yourself you were all right before getting up and putting on makeup.

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When the bell rang, and your mother opened the door, and you were standing next to your father ready to welcome the guests, just for a second you remembered what it felt like to be your parent's daughter. Wearing a nice dress and a pretty smile, polite and quiet yet not boring. You remembered you hated that person.

"Hello, hello oh my god it's been so long" a woman in a neat dress comes in, her dark hair tied back into a bun, "Cynthia I'm so happy to see you" your mother hugs 'Cynthia'. When Cynthia lets go of your mother her eyes fall on you.

"Oh dear, you must be Y/n, I can't believe this you are so pretty, last time I saw you you were just a little baby," she says giving you a big hug, suffocating you. "Meet my son, Topper" your gaze meets a boy around our age, tall, blonde, basically a Ken doll. Quite handsome, but not your type.

You remember your manners and stick out your hand, "Nice to meet you, I'm Y/n" you say, your voice soft, slightly raspy as if you haven't talked in ages. "I'm Topper," he says offering you a small smile. "I baked a pie, shall we bring this to the dinner table?" your mother offers, you feel like you're in a 50's household.

Sitting at the dinner table, poking in your pie with your fork but never actually taking a bite, you share a few glances with Topper. His mother and your mother used to be best friends.

"Aren't you going to eat any of your mother's pie, dear? You should, put some meat on those bones huh, wouldn't want my daughter-in-law looking unhealthy" Cynthia laughs, her laugh demonically echoing in your ears. You should put some meat on your bones? Daughter-in-law?

"Excuse me?" you ask your eyebrows knitting together and anger starting to burn in your stomach, "I didn't mean to offend you-" Cynthia gets cut off by her son. "Could you show me where the toilet is?" Topper asks, "please". Your mother gave you a look, so you obediently got up and walked away, the blonde on your heels.

"I don't actually need to go to the toilet, I just wanted to apologize for my mother's behavior," Topper said, "It's fine" you sighed. "No, it's not, I'm sorry, what she said was inappropriate," Topper says, you shrug your shoulders before he continues.

"No, because you see, the thing is, I kinda have a reputation here of being a rich asshole. And It's hard to change such a reputation but since you're new, I just kinda hoped you'd make your own opinion, and I'd have a chance to prove I'm not all that bad and I don't want my mom fucking that shit up for me you know?".

"Don't worry I'm not letting your mother cloud my judgment" you say offering a small smile. "okay... that's Uhm, that's cool... so you wanna like, hang out? I can show you around Figure Eight" He says, scratching the back of his neck in anticipation of what you're gonna answer.

"what's figure eight?" you ask, "I'll explain if you come with me," he says, a smirk appearing on his face. "You know what, sure, I'll come" you answer. After Topper gives your parent's a rushed explanation about how he's going to show you around and you're gonna be home before dinner, blah blah blah, you're on your way.

As you're walking down the street of the Outer Banks Topper gives you the basic explanations, figure eight, the cut, the kooks, the pogues. After giving a snide remark about how stupid their divisions are the walk is silent for a while.

Topper is the one who breaks thus silence, "You limp a little," he refers to your foot which was broken during your fall off the balcony, a wonder you can walk on it despite its condition when they found you.

"Yes I do" is your smart answer, "can I ask why?", "you can but I probably won't answer," you say with a smirk on your face. "Let me ask you this then, can you swim?".

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"Topper I'm not wearing a bikini" you laugh as he starts taking off his clothes, "well you better start wearing them, because you're in the Outer Banks now baby, we live in swimwear". When Topper said he was gonna show you around you didn't think you'd end up on his boat, because yes, this 17-year-old guy owned a boat.

"Besides what's the difference between underwear and a bikini," he says already stripped down to his swim shorts, "I don't know" you chuckle, "there just is!". He steps to the edge of the boat, "I've seen girls in underwear before, don't flatter yourself Y/n" he grins before doing a backflip into the water. Show off.

"So you coming or not?" he yells when he comes back up, his hair flat on his head as he rubs his hands down his face to get the water out of his eyes. "Fuck it" you mutter, you turn your back to Topper and quickly discard yourself of your clothes, leaving you in your black underwear.

It was not your nicest underwear but it had a layer of lace over the cups so at least it looked good. Luckily you wore matching basic black panties, not that impressing Topper was something you held close to your heart. you swiftly turned back around and jumped in the water.

"Holy shit it's cold" you hiss when you get back up, "you'll get used to it" Topper chuckles, "Sooo... there's a party tomorrow, on the beach, you coming with me?" he asks swimming closer.

"Why are you so insistent on us being friends?" you ask, "because like I said, I'd like a chance to prove not only to you but to myself that I'm not a huge dick anymore and you look like you could use a friend, smile more" he chuckles.

"Sure, I'll co-" before you can answer you are interrupted by the sound of a boat and a bunch of teenagers laughing. You turn and see a boat coming, some blonde at the front doing some weird shit with his beer, the others cheering and laughing. You swim to Topper so you face him, "who are they?" you ask, "they're trouble, not people you want to be associated with" Topper answers, glaring towards the boat and pulling you closer to him.

"What do you mean? are they a bunch of scary pogues" you laugh in a mocking tone, "my ex-girlfriend, Sarah she used to be called kook princess, then she cheated on me with a pogue, he used to be in their friend group" Topper explains. "So where are Sarah and the pogue today, are they on that boat?" you ask your smirk less confident as you see the seriousness on Topper's face.

"They are not on that boat no, you see the pogue was kinda crazy because his father went missing at sea, he shot an officer and he ran away, Sarah went with him, they both died at sea during a storm," he says glaring at the boat as it passes by. "I'm sorry Topper, that must've been very hard for you," you say while looking at the boat pass by, finding three people already looking back.

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It was the last Saturday before school started again and JJ was doing alright, unlike most of the time recently. JJ took it hard not having John B, and even Sarah, around anymore. At least he still had Kie and Pope, except that he didn't completely have them because since they started going out he was always third-wheeling.

He knew they felt bad for him, often inviting him, until he started declining because he would always end up at the front of the boat with his feet in the water and a warm beer in his hands while Kiara and Pope were making out at the back.

And when he started declining they eventually stopped inviting him. But today was different, Jj craved having his friends back, so they were on the boat, in the bright sun, with two rules, have fun and don't kiss. And while his two friends were laughing at his attempt to do his stupid beer trick, for a second he felt like how he used to feel, happy.

"Oh shit" Kiara sighs and Jj lowers his beer, "That's Topper's boat isn't it?" she asks, Jj looks and sees what she's talking about, a bit further he can see Topper's boat and two figures in the water, Topper and some girl.

"Who is that with him?" Pope asks, "maybe a tourist," Jj says to which Kiara playfully rolls her eyes, "Jj school starts the day after tomorrow, all the tourists are long gone by now". Jj shrugs his shoulder and watches Topper glare at the boat while talking to the girl, he wonders if they're dating and when she turns to look at the boat he wonders how Topper was able to pull a girl that pretty.

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You pulled up at Topper's house around nine, your parents didn't seem to care you were going to a party the night before school started, they were just glad you were doing teenager stuff again. "Nice dress," Topper comments, when he gets out of his house, "thanks" you answer. You're wearing a simple summer dress, but it's nice, you like it. Harry would've liked it.

"Don't tell me you came on your bike" Topper groans, "what's wrong with my bike?" you ask, looking at your vintage orange bike. "First of all it's orange" Topper chuckles, "It's vintage, it's not an ugly orange, it's nice" you defend your bike.

"Well I'll put it in the trunk of my car but we're not going to this party on bikes," he says. "I'm starting to get why you have the reputation of an asshole" you joke to which he slaps you at the back of your head, laughing you get into the passenger seat of his car, waiting for him to put your bike in the trunk.

When he gets into the driver's seat you chuckle "an asshole and abusive", "I should wash your mouth out with soap" he shakes his head and you give him a wink before he starts driving.

The drive is peacefully silent, "so why exactly is there a party the night before school starts?" you ask. "It's kind of a kook's tradition. A way of saying fuck you to the new school year and I mean come on what's a better way to start the school year than with alcohol, music, and hot chicks" he laughs, "kook's tradition? so is it only kooks?" you question, "Uhm yeah basically" he answers.

"Can we just leave my bike in the trunk of your Jeep? won't it get like stolen" you ask the blonde, "don't worry no kook is gonna steal your little vintage bike" he laughs. The party is nice, people are dancing everywhere, in the water around the bonfire.

You slightly cringe at how different these people are than what you're used to, girls calling each other silly and goofy for taking a shot, guys cheering and howling like they're at a football match when two girls make out.

Then you meet Topper's friends, Kelce and some guy named Rafe. Kelce is the definition of a douchebag and even Topper looks uncomfortable, you understand his reputation now, if all his friends are like this. Rafe is worse than Kelce though, because he's quiet and stares like a creep. Probably because he's high out of his mind.

"Let's go sit down somewhere, yeah," Topper says, his hand on the small of your back, "Kelce why don't you go get us some drinks", "I'm on it," Kelce says before walking off. Topper, Rafe, and you end up sitting somewhere a little more closed off from the actual party, Rafe rolls a joint and while you pass around the joint, you find yourself having quite a good time.

When the first joint burned out, another's being rolled, You laugh at some of Rafe's jokes and he chuckles at your sarcastic comments. Rafe doesn't talk much, you're not sure what his deal is but at least you think he's enjoying himself.

"Hi, Toppi so this is where you've been hiding?" A girl comes up to Topper and takes place in his lap, she's pretty, with long legs, a tan body, and long blonde hair. "who's this" she asks when she sees you, there's a hint of venom in her voice and you subconsciously scoot closer to Rafe.

"That's Y/n she's new he-" the girl doesn't let him finish and presses her lips to his, red nails raking through his hair. You look away and luckily Rafe passes you the joint.

As you inhale Rafe turns to you and whispers in your ear, "That's Kayleigh, she's been obsessed with him since they were children and now that Sarah is out of the picture she's all over him, all of the time", "yikes" you mutter, the smoke leaving your lungs.

Kayleigh's lips leave Rafe's with a plop, "did you guys say anything?" she pants, "perhaps we should go somewhere more quiet Toppi, less... crowded". Sadly you don't miss her hand stroking over his crotch, "I don't know..." Topper says giving you a look, he clearly wants to go but doesn't want to leave you alone because that doesn't really prove he's much of a gentleman.

"You should go it's fine, I mean it," you say giving him an almost pleading look, "I'll be back in a moment," he says, following the giggling Kayleigh. "I hope you know he won't be back in at least an hour," Rafe says, you just sigh in response.

"So... you're new here who have you met?" Rafe asks, awkwardly trying to make conversation. "Uhm, just Topper and now You and Kelce... Kayleigh I guess, saw a few pogues on a boat yesterday" you answer. "You should stay away from them pogues," Rafe says, "why? because of the whole story with topper's ex, Sarah was it?" you ask.

"Topper's ex is also my sister" he sighs, "oh Rafe, I'm sorry I didn't know, I'm sorry for what happened to her" you apologize, "it's fine, she was a bitch anyways," he says with a huff. "Oh" you can't find anything else to say.

After a long awkward silence, you break it, "hey my head's starting to hurt so I'm just gonna uh, head home" you awkwardly tell Rafe, "All right, see you around" he says before staring at some random shell in the sand. Okay.

You scan the area to see if you can find Topper but you have no luck and end up walking to his truck alone. You get your bike, that's luckily still there, out of the trunk and put your earplugs in, David Bowie blasting full volume as you bike away from the party.

It's quite peaceful to drive home at night, you find yourself thinking maybe you should wake up very early in the mornings and go for bike rides while it's still dark. But honestly, who are you kidding, you're not mentally well enough to do that typa shit, and biking can still be somewhat exhausting for your zombie foot.

You're not even that far from the party when you stumble upon something, at first you drove by it, then you realized what you just saw and dropped your bike before running back. "Holy shit" you whisper, "please don't be dead". A blonde guy is laying in the bushes, despite his beat-up face you recognize him as the pogue doing something weird with his beer.

You take out your phone and turn the flashlight on, right as you shine it in the guy's face you feel tiny drops of rain hitting your skin, "shit" you mutter and look up, angry-looking clouds fill up the sky and you can hear thunder.

The guy in the bushes groans and you bring your attention back to him, "hey you need to try to get up, I think there's a storm coming" you say, the guy slightly opens one eye, the other shut from it being swollen and dark shades of purple and blue.

When he sees you he groans and closes his eye again, "fuck off kook" he mutters, "don't start with that kook/pogue shit, there's a storm coming up and you are not dying on my account," you angrily say grabbing his hands and yanking him out of the bushes.

"Holy fuck" he says when he's on his feet, "my head spins" he mutters and holds onto your shoulders for balance, "It's okay, can you stand?" you ask. He lets go of your shoulders and opens his eye, "yeah I think so" his voice is groggy.

"C'mon we need to get you on the back of my bike" you mutter helping him walk towards where your bike is abandoned on the ground. "Don't you have daddy's car something" he groans, "well if I did I wouldn't have told you to get on the back of my bike, now would i" you answer.

You let go of him to sit on your bike and he struggles a bit to get on the back but eventually, his head rests against your shoulder, his whole weight slumped against your back. You groan and start biking, your legs burning already.

After a few minutes the guy speaks up, "you're going really fucking slow," he's right, "well you are very fucking heavy and I'm not an athlete so pardon me" you groan.

#outer banks #obx angst #obx netflix #obx smut #jj obx #obx fic #outer banks imagine #jj maybank #rafe obx

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nolassolace · 2 years

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HHHHHHHH

I caved

Fight me

Here's the dumb little nark drabble I wrote at 4 am. I typed it all up on my phone so I really don't care if it's formatted wierd or if there's any punctuation wrong oops?

Might do a small series with it who knows.

But yeah here's one of the ways I see Nicky and Larks first kiss going down.

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Lark realized he may have been in just a little bit deeper than he originally intended with one Nick Close than he had thought.

The two of them grew up together, went through tough shit, nightmares, break ups, experiments, the list goes on. Nicky was a big fan of always throwing out the good old “ Nothing brings people together like shared trauma.” quote always through a crooked grin and a shrug of his shoulders, and you know what? He was right.

After everything, Lark could only go to Sparrow for so much. But Nicky? He could rant about his dad to him for hours on end. That's when this whole mess started, the feelings and all that other bullshit.

They were probably 16 or something. Who cares really? Lark had been ranting non stop going on almost 45 minutes (not that Nick was counting) It was when Lark was having a hard time calming his breathing and Nicky stopped him from pacing, grabbed his shoulders, gave them an affirming squeeze, looked in his eyes and barely above a whisper said “ hey, man, deep breath. You're good, I'm right here.” amber eyes searching into his with concern and reassurance, then a gentle kiss placed to his forehead before the other ruffled his hair and stated light heartedly “ it's gonna be alright song bird.”

As they got older things got a bit more complicated. Nicky started spending more time in the infernal plane, he’d visit every now and then and when he did they would stay up all night talking, laughing, having a few drinks, better judgment stalling things that could ruin a good friendship. Especially when the older of the two would do things like fidget with the brunette's hands or rest his head on his shoulders. Lark liked when Nick would do those things which just made it that much worse. He'd notice how Nick's fingers were always warm and his nails ever so slightly pointed, and his hair always smelled good, even with the addition of the infernal planes smoke.

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There were a few times that were too close for Larks' comfort honestly. Like when Nick would play with his unruly locks as they watched tv together and fell into comfortable silence. Or when he would teasingly blow smoke in Larks face when they shared a smoke or even worse the way they would perfectly banter with each other through arguments when things got too competitive.

Their first kiss happened in Larks second year of university. They went to some party on campus since Nicky was visiting after who knows how long. Lark decided it was best for his mental health to not keep track ( 63 days). Nick was quick to show his skills in Guitar Hero as soon as he saw the avatar selection screen on the tv in the living room. It didn't take long for him to start beating ass left and right at the game. As bystanders watched in awe, Lark sat nearby sipping on a solo cup tracking the half demon's expression as he played, his heart stuttering at the curve of Nick's smile, the faint glint of canines being ever so slightly too sharp. The way he bounced on his feet when he got too into the song and gave an occasional hop that made his black hair bounce on his shoulders and get in the way of his eyes which always led to him flipping it out of his face. Lark let a fond smile slip when he could see the ever so slightly visible smoke and warmth radiate off his friends fingers on the plastic frets as he tried to suppress his hellish nature.

Nick finished his last round before he let some poor freshman take their turn to try and follow up the show he had put on, he plopped down next to the younger on the worn down couch, stole his cup and chugged whatever was left of the awful college grade concoction. Nick patted his back and noted he was going to go get them refills before standing and taking his leave to the kitchen which before Lark knew it and before his brain could scream at him to stop what he was doing he was following Nicky close behind following the sweet smell of that he carried with him.

Once in the kitchen, solo cups refilled, Nick turned around to face Lark, only a little surprised to see his friend had followed him “ ahh it too loud out there for ya songbird?” his lips curled as he got ready to make some cocky remark about lark missing him after barely 30 seconds, the younger cut him off barely above a whisper of “ Shut it Foster” practically whispering it in to Nicks lips as he closed the distance and gripped the front of the jacket that he'd been gifted by his father. Lark waited to be pushed away, for the older to separate from him and chew him out or just disappear like he had gotten so good at.

But it didn't happen, at least not how he expected.

The ravenette pushed back just the slightest to break the kiss just for the tiniest moment. Amber eyes desperately searching Sage ones trying to find the hints of how this could be a prank or any type of deception, and when he couldn't see any, the faintest glow of blue flickered from Nicks eyes the same shade his horns seemed to give off like the center of a match and he dove back in to the kiss. He snaked his arm behind Larks neck to hold him close and it didn't take long till the cup was spilled down his friends back as they backed up into the pantry in a mess of drunken passion, open mouth kisses, tightening grips on clothes, just barely too warm fingertips brushing across scarred skin and the faintest scent of smoke.

Nick was the one who broke the kiss, panting and touching his lip with his hand after Lark had given a bit of a too confident bite. Maybe it had been too far? And of course only now he would realize this too late and he was absolutely going to beat himself up for it forever now as Nick practically rushed out of the kitchen and back into the fray of the party. Face flushed, his nose and lips the same warm shade of red. He shouldered his way past a few people and made his way to the back yard, opened a stupid portal back home to the infernal plane with his dumb flaming fingers and vanished just like that. Just like he had gotten so good at once they had gotten older. The portal closed and the smell of smoke and Nicks shampoo lingering in the air around Lark, he groaned and rubbed his face with both hands in frustration before punching the door of the pantry and leaving a significant dent in it. It didn't take long for him to grab his jacket and notify Sparrow he was going home.

Nicky didn't come around as much after that.

#nark #nark dndads #lark x nick #nick close #nick foster #nicky freeman #lark oak #lark oak garcia #lark garcia

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lesbianpepsi · 9 months

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You don't have to respond or anything. I actually feel bad for writing this bcs i don't wanna burden anyone with this but if i don't say anything I'll lose it.

TW for R-word, PTSD, Depression, Self-harm and just really bad thoughts overall.

I'm honestly going insane. I don't even feel real anymore and it sounds corny and dumb but I truly don't. Nothing is helping, no therapy or any amount of pills are working for me. It's like, everytime I'm left to my own thoughts, I go crazy.

I hate it, I hate how I can't remember anything from 6-11 years old other than my cousin and his friend, the only childhood memories I have is my cousin and his friend r-wording me. They're 6 years older than me, I was just a kid. Barely 6, they were preteens. I don't understand why this happened to me and I'm so angry. I can barely sleep, 2 hours a night is amazing for me. But even in my sleep I have nightmares. They're awful, I wake up crying and covered in sweat. When I'm at school, one second I'll be fine and the next all I can feel is him and his friend. Its been years since I've last seen them but they're still there and they won't go away. I can still smell them, feel them, hear them. It's like it's happening all over again and I'm just so tired. I don't know what to do with myself. Everytime I think about having to live with this for the rest of my life, I feel an overwhelming sensation of just straight up agony. My chest hurts, my throat closes up and my eyes get watery. I'm tired of crying every night. I can't live in peace, these flashbacks I get are awful. It's like a flash of pictures in my head and my body reacts to it, like I'm a little kid with two grown men hurting me all over again. I tried fighting back of course, he just didn't feel pain. No matter how hard I kicked and punched and bit him. He wouldn't even flinch, it felt like God or whoever is supposedly up there, was on his side. It still feels like that. I can't even begin to understand why, if God is so powerful and real, why did he let that happen to me? It feels like it's my fault, God punished me for something I did and I just have to deal with it.

I hate how I'd let it happen all over again. Because at least it was just me, he threatened to hurt my sisters if I didn't let him and his friend. I didn't really have a choice, I couldn't let them go through that. So I'm grateful that he stuck to his word and my sisters are fine, I don't know what would happen to me or what'd I would do if they were hurt like i was and honestly still am. I'm sorry, I just feel so lost and faded. If that makes sense? I don't know what's happening to me and I'm scared of that. Thank you and have a goodnight, sorry for this shit I sent you but I wholeheartedly would snap if I stayed silent.

hey anon, it's alright i totally understand just wanting to say anything you've been thinking about.

i firstly wanna say im so sorry for everything's thats happened to you, nobody on earth deserves to go through that, im so sorry my love. and it was not your fault, the only person that's at fault is that scum, not you. you did nothing wrong, absolutely nothing.

i understand it's really hard and finding it so incredibly hard to find the point in trying to continue when you feel like you aren't getting better at all, but from my experience it does get better, it might take days, months or even years but eventually it does.

if you ever want to talk it vent anon feel free to send me a private message, i'm always here to help absolutely anyone, even if it's just to vent and get everything off of your chest.

i'm so sorry, my love, you're loved and i hope everything gets better for you❤️🫂

#i'm always here if you want to talk anon

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zestyderg · 2 years

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You know what? Here- 🦎💖🎨🧸

🦎 - Duna, Raptin, or Dynal?

Duna, Raptin, I love you both very dearly, but I gotta go with Dynal on this one. Love how it takes 1 battle against him in his vivosaur form to go from "I fucking HATE humans" to "aight we cool". Fighting him for that final battle post game was a nightmare for me though. Like, my only other roadblock in this game was Duna when I first played back when I was younger, but when I revisited it Dynal rocked my shit and I did end up resorting to using Frigi, Guvhorn, and uh, I think guan to beat him. Totally worth it, the dinaurians are absolutely busted and when put together trivialize everything else in the game.

Dynal's theme is also an absolute bop, one of my favorite tracks in the series.

I played through the DLC content in champions and I wonder why the hell Dynal is so rude. Like, sir, you've had your character arc last game, humans aren't beneath you, remember?

Also dynal and the dinaurians trying to navigate through a human world with Hunter, Rosie, and Diggins helping them out could be really funny. Dynal would be like a very confused dad trying his best to understand his kids' interests, and I wanna see Hunter and Rosie try to explain to him what a meme is.

💖 - Favorite type?

Ooooo boi this is a tricky one. I honestly don't have a favorite type. I guess I'd lean more towards air type? But only because it houses some of my favorite vivosaurs, like Spinax my precious, Coatlus, who I used a lot in FF1, and the OP monster that is Salada (also he goes boinga boinga, I love his animations so much). But I don't have type preferences, just vivosaur ones.

🎨 - What outfit colors did you get in the original fossil fighters?

I think it was the red and black outfit, because younger me really just gunned for the t-rex option because oooo t-rex. I didn't know until much later that what dinosaur that I chose as my favorite affected my appearance.

🧸- A piece of fossil fighters merch you'd buy if it was totally real

VIVOSAUR PLUSHIES. PLEASE I'D TAKE AN ENTIRE STOCK. So many vivosaurs I'd want plushies of! I'd go bankrupt trying to collect every vivosaur that I have used and would proudly keep them all on my bed, right alongside my enderdragon :)

Also maybe plushies of some of the non vivosaur characters??? Or maybe dinaurian plushies please??? Hhghhhhhh joe plushie

I do want English translated versions of the existing mangas, ESPECIALLY for the ryne Manga. Seriously what the hell was happening there? I could roughly understand it but I wanna know what everyone is saying dammit. Also, thinking about the fact that Ryne really created a new vivosaur, walks into a stadium, the lights turn on and joe is just STANDING there, and then Salada woops his ass when he challenges Ryne to a fossil battle. Dramatic, no matter the iteration, huh? (Oh yeah did I mention it was the middle of the fucking night? Man really decides to stay up, show up dramatically and make his penta fight this kid's boneysaur oc and then dips immediately after. Classic Joe Wildwest behavior)

#ask #fossil fighters #zesty's ramblings #WOOOOO THANK YOU KINDLY FOR THIS ASK

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the-inglorious-king-of-dunces · 2 months

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Hey! It's been a fucking while, hasn't it? Haven't really needed to post anything in a long fucking time, but I would really like to scream into the void today, if that's alright, internet.

So, yesterday, I saw my ex at a gas station I went to with the intent of filling up my car's tank. After I left, got home, ate lunch, and went to play video games and talk with my friends, I had a fucking micro panic attack that I was genuinely sure would have happened upon realizing I saw my ex at the gas station, realizing they were a foot away from me at one point, realizing that I was truly still terrified of them... Fuck! I'm still so not okay, and I can't talk to the person I used to about this because I found out within the last month that she cheated on my other friend and lied to me and another mutual friend of the cheater, the cheated on, and myself to make it seem like she was the one who was wronged by the one who was cheated on, so I dropped her as a friend like a hot sack of shit, and upon reflection with the friend who was cheated on, I found out that she intentionally did a lot of the same things to my friend that my ex did to me, so that bridge is now fully burned regardless of what happens to her in her life. And I really don't want to talk to my crush friend about how I'm feeling about all of this because I really don't want to overwhelm her with my issues when she has so much to deal with in her life as is, and I care about her too much to put my issues on her already overflowing plate. And then to add on to it, I had a nightmare about my ex being in my life again last night that made me wake up in fucking heaving tears that I really don't want to disclose to the internet because even remembering the nightmare feels like I'm being violated with their blatant lies again.

I wish I could talk with my crush friend about this, though... and I wish I could tell her more, I wish I could tell her without words that I'm always here to protect and help her if she needs it, that I wish I could have seen the eclipse with her the other day with our hands intertwined, that I wish she and I could just hang out sometime, not as a date, not as anything but just as two old friends catching up because the last time our friend group hung out mostly all together (the hangout where I realized I might have feelings for her) I had to leave shortly after she got there, I wish that I could just look into her eyes while she smiles and then smile earnestly back, I wish I could help her with the situation she is currently in, but I can't talk to her about it or do all of that. At least not anytime soon, because that nightmare, it proved to the irrational side of me that I don't deserve to be there for someone when I failed my ex, despite it being not my fault for the awful situation I was in, it not being my fault for failing them, it not being my fault for not being enough when I couldn't be what their ideal version of me was, the version of me they put on a pedestal and told me to keep steady or I'd fall and get hurt, and I'm too much of a shaky person to keep my hands steady.

I care for my friend who I have a crush on, I really do, and she knows I do care for her and that I like her, but I really feel like for her to have the best life, I can't be in it as anything more than a dude who's been one of her best friends since middle school, you know? I feel like I'm just gonna drag her down with me, farther and farther from happiness.

But she makes me so happy, and I think I make her happy too, she always seems happy to text me, and she wouldn't be the kind of person to keep the feeling of being annoyed or hurt by someone away from that person. So, maybe I can keep making her happy? I'd really like that, honestly

I'm rambling and have gone on way too much about this today, sorry, I just needed to get the worlds out of my head. I guess have a great day, everybody who may read this. Remember to drink plenty of water, eat well and plenty, and get plenty of sun. Remember to love yourself as you love other, and I wish you Love and Laughter always, and see you next time I see you, I guess?

#personal rants #abuse survivor #abuse recovery #or lack thereof I guess #nightmare #I wish I didn't feel like shit for things that were done to me #I wish I had recovered as much as I thought #I have recently started to fucking feel like I'm only truly now starting to put myself back together when I thought I had been doing so wel #fucking fuck fuck!#I don't think I'm okay #but I keep needing to be okay for my friends because helping others is what has been helping me for the longest time #sorry for so many fucking tags on this one just too many thoughts I don't think will fit in the post

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spacecadetspe · 7 months

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Nov. 5, 2023

I had nightmares through the night. Most of it I don't remember, but there was a point when I gained some lucidity.

My bed was surrounded by dreamlings, and Phobetor was presiding over the group. The young one who had cast the last dream over me backed away in dismay, and I sat up. Tears were beginning to fill my eyes. My side and belly hurt; they've hurt since the Sons of Ivaldi incident.

Phobetor rushed over and tried to coax me back into bed, placing his hands on my shoulders.

I couldn't do it again. I threw the covers off, slapped his hands away, and strode from the room.

"Hope!" He strode after me, but I teleported out. I couldn't be crying over this again. Not surrounded by these children. Not this exposed for something this personal.

I found a window to sit in, to curl up and stare out at the city lights and just sit with my feelings awhile. Phantasos was the one who found me. He came to me with a drink in each hand, but his smile vanished when his eyes finally focused on me.

"Hope... you're bleeding." He flicked his eyes down at my right side, at the stain on my gown.

I nodded. "Yeah... figures."

He set the drinks down. "You need to go back to the infirmary." He awkwardly amended his statement. "Not... that I can tell you what to do, clearly... but you should. You should go back."

I shook my head.

"Is it Zoe?" he asked.

"No. We got to an understanding. She and I are fine."

He hummed. "Phobetor again, then." He sighed and picked up his drink. "What's your beef with him now?"

I paused, turned my head in his direction, but didn't look up to meet his eyes. "You remember I said... I got too close?"

"Yes," he said, voice rising in question. "Did you... want to go into detail about that a bit?" He gestured with his cocktail.

"I heard him once... telling Groa how frustrated he was at being seen as a monster. How tired he got of people being scared of him, when it always stems from the stupid shit people do."

Phantasos nodded. "So you decided you weren't going to be scared of him anymore." He hummed. "That's quite a meaningful gesture."

"Mm," I replied. "And then Njorun had her detox freakout, and he and I leaned on each other for support..."

Phantasos narrowed his eyes at me and chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment. "What are you getting at?" he asked. "Did you sleep with him?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

He sighed. "Oh, Hope... You chose the most socially awkward of us to try that with."

I finally looked up at him. "It wasn't my idea."

"What, you're honestly going to tell me he approached you?" He watched my face for a moment. "Holy shit. He really did, didn't he?"

I nodded. "I trusted him... and... I know what y'all are like around me. The power difference is absurd. Ridiculously imbalanced. So... I let him dominate the interaction..."

"You let him dominate you."

I rubbed my brow. "Gods, Phantasos..."

"Oh, don't be embarrassed on my account; I've seen it all! Granted, this is something I don't think brother dearest has ever experienced."

"That figures."

Phantasos sipped his drink and began pacing leisurely about the room behind me. "So the whole curse thing happened. He hurt your feelings. Badly. Really fucked that whole thing up. Then what?"

"He lost control of his beast forms."

"Ah, right. The whole identity crisis thing. And keeping in mind you're still reeling from the roller-coaster he's got you on." He looked up at me. "So. Do you not trust him?" He lifted the glass to his mouth again.

"No. Not really."

"Then why keep him around as a general?"

"He's the best there is at what he does."

"So it's personal."

I raised my hands. "Of course it's personal." I wrapped my arms around myself, pressing my hands into the wounds across my torso. "And I can't in good conscience say it's even about him."

"You need to process, Hope," Phantasos said gently.

"I know," I said. "But I'm not so sure I can do it with him."

I went off to hide, to finish the night off somewhere in secrecy, while Phantasos tracked Phobetor down and yelled at him. I kept the dream staff with me, so I got to hear the whole thing. I'm not sure I should be happy about that, but being a fly on the wall has its perks. "You need to fix this," was the phrase used. Gods, to be able to force accountability on someone... it's an interesting power, for certain.

I keep a small area to myself near the beach; a cave I found in one of the cliffs. Climb down a few steps and go in, and there are poufs and pillows everywhere; a cozy place for a little privacy. It was here that I napped with Phobetor while trying to recover from some of Njorun's nastier seidr magic when she went through an alcoholic detox some months ago.

It was there that he found me, curled up among my pillows on my big circular mattress. He ducked the low ceiling at the mouth of the cave and came in and sat down at the edge of the bed, in the curve of my body.

"They're looking for you at the infirmary." He flicked his black eyes down at my body. "You've split your stitches..."

"Why are you here?" I asked.

He paused.

"That wasn't rhetorical," I said. "You had every chance to tell Phantasos to fuck off, I'm sure."

He bobbed his head, as if that could possibly have been true.

"So why are you here, pandering to me? I'm just moping, as I'm sure you can tell."

"What for, Hope?" he asked.

"I don't get a whole lot of chances to just sit in my feelings," I said. "Most people expect me to have a perspective that fixates on the positive or the progressive, and it just..." I shook my head.

"Completely invalidates the value of naming and recognizing your emotions?" he finished for me.

"Yes, that."

"So did you not want me to process your emotions with you?"

I paused, hugged my pillow a bit tighter. "I didn't know if you'd want to," I said. "I remember, after you came to the castle that time... you said you weren't sure about what to do about all that you've processed. And I didn't want to make you do something you didn't believe in anymore."

He stared at me for a few moments, and then realized what he was doing and looked away. "So you really were thinking of me."

"What?"

He shook his head. "I had this... absurd notion that the things you did were for your own edification. But..."

I harrumphed. "This doesn't exactly feel edifying."

"I see that." He awkwardly reached to stroke my hair. "I hear that you don't trust me to process you."

"It's not really that. I know you're the expert. I just don't know if I trust you not to hurt me again."

He harrumphed. "If I were in your position, I'm not sure I'd trust me either." He looked down at me. "But... I know you're working hard to rebuild this relationship. Running from me isn't going to help."

"I know," I said. "I do care. Really, I do. And it's not like I enjoy this... putting distance between myself and anyone else because I don't know who I can trust with my whole self. I wind up feeling like I'm a monster... some misshapen abomination..."

"Don't do that to yourself," Phobetor interrupted. "I think it's pretty clear how badly I was projecting my insecurities that night... and for the record, I see now why you wouldn't trust me." He looked at his knees. "I don't know if I'm ready for a relationship of this caliber, Hope. It makes me question everything about myself. And then I have nowhere to put the blame, the anger... the fear. And so I... put it on you. And that wasn't fair. I'm truly sorry." He looked over and stroked my hair behind my ear. "You're not a monster. Not the kind I've made you out to be. A monster wouldn't have considered my feelings so deeply she decides to suffer in my stead." He let his bony fingers cup the curve of my cheek. "I'm the god of nightmares. That's supposed to be the weight I bear. And I tried to make you carry it for me."

I could feel him dispersing the anguish inside me. I reached up and clasped his hand. "Can't you be the god of naps?" I asked, referencing our last nap in this place. "Just for a little while?"

He smiled warmly; an expression I hadn't seen in months. "Perhaps... that could be arranged."

We lay together, inches apart; too close but too far away. And he stayed to process my remaining nightmares, until it was just the two of us in the moment, sharing the same air.

#mythology and folklore #dreams #trauma #spicy psychology

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