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Real question tho. Explain to me how another failed relationship for Eddie will be a good storyline??? this motherfucker is always fucking single and miserable and this season it’s finally some happiness and he looks happy but no let’s make him single and miserable again??? booooriiinnggggg
I agree with your overall feelings on this.
I had my issues with decisions Kristen made in her two years as co-showrunner, including how rushed the Eddie dating arc was (because Mr. "I never thought the show was in danger of being canceled" apparently didn't tell his colleague to write as if there WOULD be a season seven), but she DID get the overall point to the story correct in that Eddie was finally ready to date on his terms and even made the first move by asking for Marisol's number and calling her to set something up.
So, here comes Marisol (I'm just talking about the character, not the actress), and you would think this new relationship would have happier times because Eddie's in a happier place, right?
Apparently not.
People can and probably will spin the narrative to say that they're letting Edy go because of her real life actions ("the backlash is getting to be too much"), but look at the premiere. That was a blink-and-you-miss-it appearance by her, even less than what Ana got in both her introductions from seasons three and four.
That's not how you help the audience get (re)acquainted with someone who could be around for a long while. It's just not.
So here we are, possibly/probably ending season seven with Marisol officially out or her final scene being written in a way that suggests she will be even if it's not said on screen (like how Buck and Ali kinda sorta broke up in 2x18, but Buck had to confirm it in 3x01) and...it's back to the drawing board we go.
I was never attached to Marisol, I don't pay attention to Edy unless something crosses my dash (I don't see the point in keeping tabs on an actress that I don't care for), and I had already made peace with however long it would take to wrap this story up.
But this thing with Eddie grieving Shannon, thinking it's time to commit, changing his mind, and repeating the same pattern in a different season?
That's becoming boring to me, to more folks in this fandom, and probably a lot of others who aren't in the fandom and aren't watching 9-1-1 for a repression arc, particularly not from the Army vet with the dead wife and son (who's not a little kid anymore and doesn't need his father's help the same way he used to).
Marisol out? That's fine, we'll survive.
The next one, though? Would it kill them to try?
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cousins WIP pt 10
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The day is already dismal after that and Porsche doesn’t want to have to come back to the tower any more than he has to, so after seeing Pete he heads up to his mother’s rooms.
His mother indicates the chess set with a resigned air, but Porsche sets it up with more confidence today. He’s been getting some of the elder men at the minor family compound to play with him, in the late afternoons in his makeshift bar after their nodding naps in their chairs and before the working men get off, and he’s still not good at all but he thinks he’s getting to a point where he might at least not be a total waste of his mother’s time; not that she has other places to be.
Which is to say he’s learning to think five, six, seven steps ahead. He understands why Korn likes the game, why all the Theerapanyakuls - including his mother - treat it like war instead of fun.
He’s been thinking a lot about Korn and Kinn, since he spoke to Tae. It took that conversation for him to really realise how much Kinn had already bent for him, where Porsche had considered him so impossible to even sway from his father’s side.
He’s been thinking ahead in other ways, too. He’s been thinking about what it might take for Kinn to be willing to keep on a track where going against his father is even a possibility. Whether Porsche leaving him has closed that down forever, or whether the spark of independence he’d kindled to follow Porsche might be enough to light a fire on its own.
And he’s been thinking about what he might be able to do to encourage it. Whether it’s worth giving in, giving Kinn what they both really want, if it serves the higher purpose of giving Kinn the push he needs to go against his father. It would make Kinn happy. He’d do anything for Porsche if Porsche made him happy again.
The conversation with Pete has thrown it into relief in some ways. He thinks of Kinn as a cousin enough not to sleep with him, but not of Vegas as one enough to protect him: it’s a distinction Kinn will hate, if he realises it, will see as Porsche choosing Vegas over him in some weird way.
His mum is never more animated than when they play chess. She doesn’t talk but she communicates through sighs when he makes bad decisions and approving little noises in her throat when he makes a clever move. Her eyes sparkle when she takes his pieces and she nods when he takes hers, and she looks so beautiful then, almost like the vivacious, loving mother he clung to for so many years, the one he thought of when he was trying to make a home for Chay, be the parent he needed.
Porsche and Chay should have learned chess from her. He wonders how she would have played then, whether it would have been the way Korn taught Kinn, to crush opponents mercilessly, or something more playful, maybe even like Tankhun, who plays a game of his own devising with the same pieces.
“Did you play chess with my dad?” he asks, before he can think better of it, and she looks at him sharply. “Did he even play? I don’t even remember. I don’t know if you remember either. I don’t know if you even remember him at all.”
She makes a mournful sound and he looks up at her, startled. She’s holding the pawn she just took off him and her fingers are bloodless white, clutching the little chess piece so hard it must be hurting her.
“Hey,” he says softly. “Hey. I’m sorry. Put it down, it’s okay.” He takes her hand in his, tries to prise it away from her gently. She lets him and then, shocking him, curls her fingers gently around his. It’s the first time she’s offered him any real touch - any kind of maternal touch, and his hands are trembling as he covers her hand with his other one, as carefully as he can.
“I miss him,” he whispers, and for the first time since that day, finding her, losing Kinn, there are tears in his eyes, spilling over hot on his cheeks. “I miss him, I miss you. We shouldn’t have had to live like this, Chay should’ve had you, he shouldn’t have had to make do with me raising him.”
He’s bowed his head and he feels her fingers in his hair as he cries, stroking gently, and the simple feeling of affection makes him want to cry even more.
“I miss Kinn,” he says, barely audible. He doesn’t know if she even realises who Kinn is, although she must have met him as a kid, and Tankhun: they’re older than Porsche and the photo showed their family with Korn and Gun. Korn had warned him not to say anything to her about the outside world, that she doesn’t remember or understand, that it distresses her, and Porsche has been obedient to that on the very slim chance it’s true. But talking to her like this is somehow freeing, pouring out his heart to someone who doesn’t know and doesn’t talk. “I only had him for a few months. I miss him. I wish I’d never met him. Never got involved in all this. I nearly had Chay in college, like you wanted. I could’ve - it could’ve been easy, from there.”
She tugs a little at his hair and he raises his head. There’s a tear track on her cheek as well, slow and glistening, but the look in her eyes isn’t sad; it’s thoughtful, endless depths, <i>aware</i>.
“Mum?” he whispers.
He’d have never found her, if he hadn’t met Kinn. Never met Korn, never known she was locked up here alone. Never known there were truths to find about his parents or his family.
He can’t reunite with Kinn to chase them, not the way he was starting to wonder about. His parents had loved each other and Porsche had had what they had for a shining moment and he can’t debase it, can’t let Korn get his venomous fingers on what he had with Kinn any more than he already has. He can’t let Korn get into his head like this, so much he would even <i>think</i> about it. He can’t use Kinn like that when all he wants to do is love him.
She puts her fingers on his chin and makes him look at her. Then, small but unmistakable, she makes a cradling motion with her arms, looking at him meaningfully.
“Baby?” he says uncertainly, and the corners of her lips lift just a little, but it’s the sweetest he’s ever seen her, and for just a second he could almost think he’s a kid again, with his mum taking care of him like a normal family. “Baby. Porchay? You want to meet Chay?”
She brings her palms together into a wai. “He’s not a baby any more,” Porsche says hopelessly. “You know that, don’t you? He’s seventeen.”
She purses her lips at him, and that’s a more familiar expression. “I’ll ask him,” he promises. “I’ll bring him if he’s ready.”
She nods and on impulse he leans in and kisses her cheek, the closest he’s been to her since catching her his first time up here. She smells of the pastels she was drawing with when he came up here.
When he pulls away she touches her fingers to the place he’d kissed, brings them to her mouth, and presses them to his cheek; she’s smiling again.
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Evening is drawing in when he leaves, and he’s sad enough to think about trying to find Kinn. Even Korn and Gun had dinner together occasionally. Porsche has things he needs to discuss with Kinn, business things, he has a right to ask for Kinn’s time.
And if he needs to see Kinn right now, to reassure himself about what he thought about doing and why he can’t, nobody else needs to know that.
“Khun Porsche?” Arm says behind him, hurrying up as Porsche goes to the family lifts, impatient with their bronze-glitter lights: he’s got a massive fucking headache.
“Yeah?”
“Where are you going?”
Arm sounds anxious. Porsche glances at him and says slowly, “To ask Kinn for a dinner meeting. There are things I need to discuss with the main family.”
Arm takes his glasses off and starts cleaning them, fruitlessly, on his suit jacket. He’d done the same thing when Porsche first came to him and proposed his plans for keeping tabs on Kinn, to make sure he wouldn’t cheat. Arm is the only person who knows that; how much it’d worried him, that Kinn would get bored, go back to screwing all those lithe, <i>nice</i> boys like Porsche had seen in that phone, the ones that cross his path or are thrown across it every day. Porsche had been so afraid of not being enough for him.
“What do you know?” Porsche says.
“Pol tells me when he has guests,” Arm says miserably, not looking Porsche in the eye.
“He’s got someone up there,” Porsche says numbly. “He’s - met someone?”
“No!” Arm says. He reaches for Porsche like he’s going to clap him on the shoulder, like he would’ve when they were on Tankhun’s detail together, then lets the motion fall away without touching Porsche. “The agency. He’s… using the agency most nights.”
So at least it’s not a boyfriend, somebody Kinn just likes, somebody he’s chosen to bring to his bed. Their bed. The bed where they fucked and laughed and slept in one another’s arms.
Just another interchangeable, forgettable pretty thing to caress Kinn and kneel in front of him and help him forget his problems, let Kinn bury himself inside and fuck without kissing, without laughter, without love. Pushing down another good, sweet part of himself, running through boys without stopping to let any of them know him, give him the soft things he needs so much.
He’s being unfair, he thinks, knowing it, unable to stop it. He knows how Kinn dealt with his stress and regrets, before Porsche was the only one he wanted; and Porsche can see, now, looking back, that he <i>had</i> been the only one Kinn wanted, that overwhelming, constant desire and eyes only for Porsche. Kinn wouldn’t have cheated on him but he can’t expect Kinn to be chaste now. He knows that if he walked in there now and threw the boy out and offered himself, Kinn would be his again, instantly, he’d do whatever Porsche wanted, give him everything. Porsche is the one who closed it down and Kinn is destroying himself to respect his wishes.
“Khun Tankhun is in this evening,” Arm says hopefully. “It’s karaoke night.”
“No,” Porsche says quietly. “No, thanks. You stay, if you want. The rest of the shift can cover me. I’ll go -” he can’t bring himself to say <i>home</i>.
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#kinnporsche#kinnporsche fic#my fic#like that through all eternity#I also hate the Namphueng scene which did not end up going the way I planned!!!#so that may look different by the time it's on AO3#I'm considering discontinuing the tumblr posts#it's harder to manage more or less real-time posting as the plot starts kicking into gear#I think it's about another four scenes to write to the end of the next chapter so I may tumblr post up until there and then stick to AO3
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You're a bad idea.
Pairing: Cairo Sweet x Dom!Fem!Reader
Summary: Cairo is mesmerized by the new, mysterious student sharing a class with her.
Words: 1.3k
Warnings: cursing, steamy scene (no smut however) I think that's all?
a/n: i'm sorry if it feels a little rushed? i changed the ending almost four times. hope you enjoy!
You hated how everything was changing but still, you felt numb.
You moved to another state, you decided to focus on your writting and suddenly you became a mystery.
Or at least that's how Cairo saw you. And she loved a good mystery more than anything.
More so if the mystery was the new and gorgeous student sharing a class with her.
Yeah, maybe she was getting a little obsessed over someone she had only exchanged a few words with.
She knew very little about you. Your name. The amazing writer you were. The body she only saw once, when you crossed paths in the locker room, you having finished your training with the soccer team, she getting ready for her swimming lessons.
The way you seemed to try to blend in so no one would be able to notice you. But she did. How could she not?
So she found herself, once again, writting about you. The possibilities were endless.
Who were you? Why did you get here halfway through the course?
God, she needed some sleep.
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You were late to your first class but you couldn't care less. The creative writting lecturer was really annoying.
You didn't bother knocking on the door and just walked in, getting a few stares from other students AND, obviously, your professor.
"So you decided to finally show up? What an honor" he said.
You chose to ignore him, it was really early in the morning and you didn't have time for coffee before you left home so yes, you felt like shit.
You scanned the room looking for an empty seat somewhere you could just lay low until your eyes landed on Cairo Sweet.
Well, on the spot near her. You walked there and without another word you sat next to her and opened your laptop on your desk, ready to start writting while blocking out your teacher's voice.
You opened your most recent work, knowing full well you didn't have the energy nor the time to finish it right then but you thought you might as well give it a try.
You could feel the burning stare on the side of your head but you decided to ignore it and started typing instead, focusing on your work.
The minutes passed excruciatingly slow and you could feel yourself getting more and more annoyed at the fact that you were unable to focus on the poem you were writing.
"Trouble in paradise?" Cairo asked with a smirk, leaning closer so only you could hear.
You stared at her with no sign of emotion on your face and she felt like you could see clearly every thought she ever had.
"Mind your own bussiness" you retorted.
You saw dissapointment flash across her features before she returned her attention to the stupid lecture and for some reason all you could think about was her smirk, the small dimples on her cheeks and all those freckles.
Fuck, her face was like a sky full of stars.
You tried to focus on your work with little success when Cairo's face haunted your mind.
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Class ended and you were the first one to leave, almost as if you were in a rush so when Cairo saw you smoking against a wall near the parking lot she was pleasantly surprised and without thinking it twice, she approached you and snatched the cigarrete from your hand, allowing herself a long drag before looking up at you with that same smirk from before.
You looked at her. Really looked at her. She was gorgeous. Her tiny frame held herself with shameless wonder. You felt like some force was pulling you to her.
"What do you want from me?" you asked.
She laughed and you swear your heart skipped a few beats in that moment.
"That's a great question" she said mischievously "I'm still figuring that out"
Then she stepped closer to you and she placed the cigarrete back in your lips.
"Then find me when you do, Cairo" you said smirking back before turning around and leaving.
She felt confused, she thought she was getting somewhere but she felt like you were always running.
Cairo watched as you started your bike and drove away from the building.
You really needed that coffee now if you wanted to make it to practice later that day.
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You were distracted, which earned you a talk from the coach. You scoffed and left the field to sit on the bleachers, as he instructed you.
"Sit back there and cool down, don't want that temper on my team, kid" were his exact words.
You couldn't help it. You either felt numb or mad, there was no in-between.
You watched as the rest of the team finished some drifts and exercises and you joined them, the only answer to your move being a slightly nod from the coach.
Practice finished without further inconvinience but you always decided to run around the field while everybody went home.
You liked the solitude of it.
So you found yourself entering the locker room really late that day. You took off your shirt first thing and then looked around to find no other than Cairo Sweet, her wet hair falling around her shoulders. And she was definitely checking you out.
"Enjoying the view?" you asked raising one eyebrow at her.
"Mhmm" she muttered not looking away from your abs.
You stepped closer to her and that seemed to put her out of her trance and look straight to your face. She was blushing and biting her lower lip.
"I will ask again, Cairo. What do you want?" you took another step closer.
Her eyes darted back and forth between your eyes and you lips as she licked hers.
"I want you, Y/N" she said breathless.
And she sounded so sure of it.
Your eyes darkened as she leaned closer to you so she could trace her hand against your jaw.
"So pretty…" she said.
Something inside of you switched and in a swift movement you grabbed her hand above her head and guided her backwards until her back made contact with the locker behind her.
"Fuck" she whimpered.
You leaned so close that she could feel your breath against her mouth.
"That's what you want, Cairo? You want me to fuck you?" you demanded.
"Y-yes" she was breathing hard and you were enjoying every bit.
You released her hand and she placed it on your shoulder, tugging for you to get even closer, while your hand made its way to her collarbone, you traced it slowly and then you placed it on her throat, with just enough force to keep her head in place as you finally closed the gap and smashed your lips agains hers, kissing her hard.
You shivered when you felt her hand tracing down your torso, taking her time around your top to finally rest on your abs.
She moaned when your tongue traced her lower lip, asking for permission which she happily complied.
The sound of a door closing took you both out of your steamy make out session and you felt your body tense when you pulled apart.
"I have to go" you said "Didn't mean to start a fire" you added smirking at her.
And with that you grabbed your things and left her there, speechless and aching for you.
#jenna ortega x reader#jenna ortega imagine#jenna ortega x female reader#jenna ortega x y/n#jenna ortega x you#cairo sweet#cairo sweet x reader#cairo sweet x female reader#tara carpenter#tara carpenter x female reader#wednesday addams x fem!reader
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Motivation For Writing
Getting Off Your Butt:
1. Aestheticise it. Let the light in through the curtains, turn on your fairy lights, lay a blanket over your lap, light some candles, whatever you need to do to feel like a writer. The right vibes can go a long way
2. Picture that one scene. There’s almost always a moment you’re super excited about that basically inspired the whole book. Picture it, play it out in your head in full cinematic fanfare, gush to yourself about how cool it is and how everyone will love it, picture a future fanbase going nuts for it. You might get excited enough to go back to writing
3. Set a word count goal. During NaNoWriMo this year I think I wrote more than I ever have in one go. The thing that kept me coming back was the desire to not fall behind. I ended up with ~45K words after some complications irl caused me to drop off in the final few days, and that’s all just because I was adding up the 1667 a day word count goal and realising where I needed to be at to keep up. I definitely can’t stay as rigid as I did with 1667 words every single day, but seeing that you’re only a few hundred words off of a goal is super motivating - just be sure to set realistic, easy to achieve parameters for just general use, like 1000-2000 words per week. I know 200 words per day is a popular one for people trying to establish a writing routine that can’t dedicate forever to the craft
Maintaining Motivation:
1. Writing sprints. Writing sprints are a godsend for me, I like to set myself up in the living room with Abbie Emmons’ writing sprint video on. The video lasts two hours and is broken up into two parts; 25 minutes to write and 5 minutes for breaks between writing, so four 30 minute sprints overall. Having the timer and countdown with peaceful music and an aesthetic background is both relaxing and encouraging, as well as giving me a specific time for how much longer I have to push through. It’s easier for me to say “Okay, only ten more minutes, then you can take a break” then it is to say “Just keep going, we’re not stopping until I say so” which is too arbitrary for my brain to accept
2. Give yourself a choice. If you’re struggling to keep your focus, come up with a finish line and tell yourself you don’t have to do any more work once you’ve reached that point. Finish the paragraph, go for another five or ten minutes, keep it up until your next scheduled break. Whatever sounds realistic and doable without being overwhelming. And once you’ve met this goal, ask yourself if you still want to stop. With any luck, you’ll have gotten back into the zone and will choose to keep going. Maybe you’ll want to take a quick break but you’ll come back later on. And maybe you’ll decide that now actually is a good stopping point. Just remember that, if you do still want to stop, don’t force yourself to keep going. You can’t strike deals with yourself if you know you won’t keep your word and all you’ll end up doing is burning yourself out, which will lead to even less writing getting done
3. Try a new angle. If you can’t be bothered to write anymore, is there anything else you can do for your book? Plotting, editing, worldbuilding, character sheets, one-shots all that sort of thing can still be productive for your book while still being different enough to give your brain a slight respite. It also means less work in that particular area later on
Afterwards:
1. Organise. Clean up your workspace and put everything away so it’s nice and neat for when you come back to it. Or if you don’t need to pack things out the way, set it up in an aesthetically pleasing way so it will tempt you back next time. Let it give you the writer vibe
2. Take care of yourself. Get a drink, have a snack, walk about, stretch your limbs, take a breath, cuddle your pet. Something that gets you away from straining your eyes looking at text for a bit. This is also a good time to reward yourself if positive reinforcement is something you use on yourself. If you always feel shitty after your writing sessions, you won’t want to go back to it
3. Positive reflection. Make sure to tell yourself you did good, even if you didn’t get as much done as you would’ve liked or it isn’t up to a standard of quality you’re aiming for. That can all be fixed later on, and you’re infinitely better off than you would’ve been if you didn’t do it. Be proud of yourself. Tell yourself you’re proud of your hard work and your dedication and your effort. Remind yourself that this is a fun thing you like to do. Marvel over how insane it is that you’ve gotten this far - not many people do - and that you’ve got all this tangible work to prove you’ve accomplished something so many people wish they could pull off. If this isn’t fun overall, there’s no point
#writing#writers#bookblr#writeblr#book#writing tips#writing ideas#writing inspiration#writing advice#on writing#writersnetwork#write#writers of tumblr#how to write#writer#writers on tumblr#writers block#writers and poets#writerscommunity#writer things#writer problems#writersociety#writerblr#writerslife
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New Power unlocked: Shapeshifting
A/N: I was remembering that Dan could shapeshift while writing on something else and then this idea took form... just shapeshifting into a cat was to boring for my taste tho... so Danny gets stuck in a little bit of a different from...
Today had to be one of the worst day's in Danny's life. First he forgot about the English test from Lancer and was pretty sure he bombed that one. Second the moment he stepped out a Ghost Alarm blared and Skulker appeared because he was finally going to get 'Danny's pelt' for his wall. Once he finally got him souped his parents and the GIW arrive at the scene and his mom was on blaster duty today.
Meaning after an already exhausting fight he spent the rest of the day dodging them and then finally at the end of the day when he thought he could maybe get some rest for the rest of the weekend, freaking Walker had to appear with some nonsense of him having broken some other law he definitely did not know about.
And what did Walker do? Fucking drag him into the Ghost Zone when he was about to sent Skulker there and chase him around. He didn't even had the time to alert Jazz or his friends about this.
So now he was flying high speed through the Infinite Realms chased by a pissed Skulker who is competing with a pissed Walker, in who can catch the Phantom. Of all the rogues he had he had never thought that these two would team up in some weird competition like way.
Fuck that was his shoulder!
Danny swirled as he clutched his shoulder that was oozing ectoplasm from a wound. Maybe he shouldn't get distracted, but in his defence he was fucking death tired after the day he had. Death get it? He chuckled to himself. If he could just somehow hide from them to catch his breath it would already be great.
Maybe he would get some nice and useful last minute power again to help is situation?
Another blast barely missed him and Danny took a sharp turn around a floating rock. Maybe on second thought better not. Who knows what kind of power he would get stuck with then, worst case it could be something like shapeshifting, which probably would be sort of usefull and help him hide. Maybe.
As luck would have it. Thinking like that Danny pretty much jinxed himself.
Because one second he was in his ghost form dodging ecto-blasts from two of his rogues, the next second he was a snake nearly not getting the curve, then a a bird and smacked ainst a rock because how the fuck do you adjust form having limbs to not having limbs to having wings.
A second later he was a cat and pushed himself of the rock to restart flying away only to end up as a crab somehow aimlessly floating unsure how the fuck he was supposed to move now.
Thanks to the constant size changes Walker and Skulker were missing most of their shots at him. Also Walker was yelling something about unauthorized shapeshifting. Like what the hell man? Danny groaned which sounded like a meow as he smacked into another floating rock his form once again changing.
Panic sized him as a blast hit a little too close, in a panic he pushed himself with newly gained limbs that definitely were paws away from the rock, was he in some feline form again? Either way it didn't matter he needed to get away.
He turned his head for just a moment to see how far away his two rogues were, but that only turned out to be a mistake as Danny did not notice the natural portal opening in front of him.
The next thing he knew was normal gravity taking awakes and his body loudly crashing into metal as clattering filled his ears. In that moment everything hurt and Danny curled up the natural portal closing just as quickly again as it closed. He felt disoriented and he could feel the exhaustion trying to stake claim over his body.
Yet his eyes snapped open on high alert and he sprung to his feet(?). Something was not right.
Wait he was on all four. Danny turned his head to get a lock on himself. He hissed as that caused some pain to jolt but he stubbornly looked down at his arms being… claws… his legs… paws…
What in the name of the Ancients of Time….
He tried to glance over his shoulder but only got a glimpse of what he presumed were crow wings. Okay so his new power appears to have become very wonky too. He had claws, paws and wings. Now he was only missing to check if he had a snake tail and what his head looked like. Then he would probably look like some mythical creation Lancer had told them about when they worked through some old classic texts in school.
That aside he looked around and realized he had no idea where he was, the trash cans he had crashed into did look a whole lot bigger than the ones at home.
"Oh you poor thing." A young sounding voice suddenly spoke and his head snapped towards it. "Don't be scared. I will not harm you."
Wide eyed he stared as he came face to face with a kid that was wearing a Domino Mask? What? And why was he so big, no better question, why was he so tiny?! How tall was he right now?!
"Robin, don't fucking run away just because… what the fuck is that?"
Another voice appeared and Danny stared wide eyed at the even bigger guy with a red helmet. Wobbly he backed away but a pain in his back made him hiss. His panic was probably turning into shock right now because all he could do was hiss more as he suddenly got picked up by the kid, who was handling him surprisingly carefully.
"This appears to be a small chimera-like animal that obviously needs our help. It is injured."
#danny phantom#danny fenton#damian wayne#jason todd#dp x dc#fanfic#prompt idea#Danny unlocked shapeshifting#He is stuck as a chimera now#Damian beloved animal lover picks him up of course#How would Danny get out of this this time?#crossover#dpxdc#dcxdp
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together with you
SUMMARY ➤ in which you team up with spiderman (unoffcially) to beat your boyfriend who appears to be the green goblin.
PAIRING ➤ green goblin! park jay + fem! reader (ft jake as spiderman and a little bit of winter from aespa)
GENRES ➤ action, super hero ft villain bestie, villain boyfriend,
WARNINGS ➤ a lot of fighting scene, profanity (not too much), angst, choking, talk about death, violance, there's a scenes i copied from the amazing spiderman 2
WORDS COUNT ➤ 11.1k words
NOTES ➤ IM BACK!!!!! it's been a while but here we are (another mcu! fic) hehe this time i made jay as a villain instead of hero! i hope yall enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it!!
As soon as the class was dismissed, you quickly made your way to the Coffee Bean– the usual place you and your friends would meet. You turn on your phone, checking if he has replied to your text but to your dismay, he didn't even open your text at all.
Your worries turn to anger, the least he could do is text you why he hasn't been to class for the past few days and stop making everybody worried sick. Silencing didn't make anything better.
Nevertheless, you put your phone back in your pocket and walk toward the Coffee Bean that is not so far away from your university.
“Jake!” you exclaim happily, it’s been a while since you met him in Coffee Bean. Jake is one of your closest friends at the university, he’s the one who reached out to you after seeing you sitting alone during orientation week.
You are so thankful for the brunette’s extrovert side for making a small group of friends including him, you, Winter, and Jay.
Speaking of Jay, he is the one who is much closer to you than Winter and Jake due to both of you attending class together in the business administration course meanwhile Jake and Winter attend Biochemistry.
At first, everything went on smoothly and the four of you never missed hanging out at Coffee Bean as soon as your class ended or hanging out at night just to kill time. However, the hanging out spot is starting to get unfamiliar with the faces of the four of you since each one of you is occupied by the piles of assignments.
You give Jake a quick hug before ordering your choice of drink from the counter. As the two of you settle down, choose the table next to the picture window of the cafe, wanting to see the view of New York City. Usually, Jake must be in the lab for his experiments or working part-time as a photographer at The Daily Bugle, there’s no in between.
Hence, that’s the reason why you are beamed seeing Jake in the cafe.
“Where’s Jay?” he asked, seeing you come in alone.
You sigh.
That’s the thing that made you restless and angry for the past few weeks. You take a sip of your drink before leaning to the back of the chair.
“That bad, huh ?” he chuckles
“He has been absent for two weeks now Jake! He doesn't tell me anything at all, not even a single call or text. Nothing, Jake. It's like he's dead and I think if there's an award for the most anxious girl for her best friend it would be me as the winner”
“He still assigned all of his work on time, and that's what makes me angry! He could tell us what's been going on instead of abandoning us like this…” you added.
Jay is the cheerful and kindest friend you ever had aside from Winter and Jake. He always cracks the dumbest and lamest joke you ever heard and honestly, it’s one of his charms and that's why you and him click so well.
But for the past few months, after the death of his dad, his entire demeanor changed 100%. He started to skip classes, hanging out and didn't even show up in the group chat. The three of you understand he needs time to heal and Jake is the one who always checks up on him from time to time but due to his busy life, he can't go to Jay’s house for a moment until to this day.
No one ever got to see Jay’s cheerful personality anymore. You miss that, you want to help but he keeps avoiding everyone which makes it difficult for you.
Jake clicks his tongue after hearing your story. Honestly, on Jake’s side, he feels awful because due to his busy life, he can't be there for Jay. He knows how hard it is to lose someone you love. For him, losing his Uncle Ben was mournful for him.
“I'll check up on him on the way home… I think he’s not fully healed yet” Jake assured you
“Can I go with you?” you asked, eyes filled with hope. You never step inside Jay’s house since you have feelings that his father disliked you and Winter so it's always Jake who is always going to Jay’s house.
Jake nods his head
“Let’s just hope he open the door for us” the brunette jokes
–
As you and Jake arrive at Osborn’s penthouse, your mouth turns into an O seeing how big his house is. You are aware Jay is a billionaire son, but still you didn't expect his house would be this big.
Before the two of you can even knock on his penthouse door, Jake freezes on the spot for a few moments, his face frowning for a second, making you worried.
“You okay, Jake?” you asked genuinely. You noticed this behavior of Jake since you knew him but never got a chance to talk to him about it since he is rarely around.
“Uh.. y-yeah… you know what, I forgot something in the lab! You go first, I will come back later” he trailed off.
He didn't give you a chance to talk or even react to his weird behavior and quickly ran off from Osborn’s penthouse.
Once again you sigh, now you’re alone in front of this huge penthouse. You licks your dry lips, suddenly feel nervous, nonetheless you press on the bell. It didn't take more than 5 seconds before the wooden door opened.
“Yes?”
“I’m Y/N! One of Jay’s friend–”
“Jay doesn't want to see anyone” the old grumpy woman spat to you, with annoyance in her tone.
Honestly you didn't predict that the answer would be no and it makes the situation more awkward with you standing like a figure in front the door while the old lady looking at you with obvious frown plastered on her face.
Besides it would be awkward to walk back to campus, you can't let the thought of Jake coming back from whatever business he is doing and find out you didn't even visit Jay although you’re the one who insists on coming.
It would be the top 3 embarrassing moments for you.
“Please! I’m Jay’s friend!” you begs
“He made it clear to everyone, he doesn't want to see anybody, miss”
“Uh, can you just let me in? If he doesn't want to see me, then he can tell it to my face”
Your adamant makes the old lady sigh in annoyance nonetheless, she opens the door widely, giving you space to enter the huge penthouse.
“I trust you to not touch anything in this house” she warned and led you to Jay’s room.
You nodded although the maid didn’t see it, your way to Jay’s room feels forever due to many corners you take, this penthouse feels like a maze for you. Your eyes are locked on the portrait frames that are hanging on the wall. The more steps you take the more evolution you see in those portraits.
From the family portrait to Jay’s solo portrait hanging on the wall alone. His face gloomy, eyes slightly swollen from crying you assume, it must be tough for him. On top of that, you also noticed how Jay already lost his smile in the portrait since his mother is out of the picture, you didn't want to profile anything but yet you can't help but to presume that Jay's relationship with his father did not click well.
Moreover, before his father’s death he rarely went home even it’s holiday season.
“We’re here. Knock before you enter, if you get yelled at, don’t blame me.. I already informed you” she said and quickly left the scene like she doesn't want to be there at all.
You take a deep breath before knocking on his door twice.
No answer.
Once again you knock, a lot louder than the first one.
“Jay, it’s me… Y/N”
One, two, three, four, five
It took him five seconds to get to the door, you don't know why you counted it in your brain but you blame it on the nervousness that filled you.
The door opened, showing Jay with an obvious dark circle underneath his eyes, his face pale and his veins looking green? It’s so obvious since his skin is fair. To say that your reaction is shock would be an understatement, you are horrified by his conditions now, it looks way too different from the old Jay.
“Oh my, Jay– what happened to you? God, your maids didn't do anything?” suddenly feels anger towards the old lady earlier, is she not aware of the physical change in Jay?
Jay shuts his eyes tightly for a second before pulling you into his big room, his room is clean and you could smell the lavender scent coming from automatic air freshener. He gestures to you to sit on his bed before drawing the curtain, letting the sunlight to lighten the dark room.
“Jay..” you called him, you did not like the silence and it's killing you seeing him showing his back towards you and just stare at the window like a mannequin.
“I’m dying, Y/N” he says after a while.
You quickly get off from his bed and pull his grabbed biceps to make him face you.
“What are you talking about, Jay?” your eyes for sure are already forming tears, one blink away from it to fall. Jay shooks his head seeing your watery eyes, he’s mouthing no for several times before pulling you into a hug, a long hug.
It's the first time both of you share this kind of physical connection yet it feels natural, you feel comfortable being wrapped around Jay’s arms and you hope he feels the same too– at least you can comfort him a little.
“Don’t cry please, Y/N” he whispered while kissing the top of your head.
You slowly loosen around his arms and take a look at his pale face. Oh god, how you love to see his face on daily basis– his happy face, free from worry and stress. You can't afford to see his condition right now, it feels like his soul slowly disappears.
“It must be some way…”
“I’m currently searching for the way, but for now I’m dying”
“Is that why you didn’t come to class?” His nods make you mutters oh god under your breath.
“Jay, you know you’re not alone, right? You have me, Jake and Winter! We’re your friends, and we’re–”
“I only need you right now, Y/N” he cuts off your nagging and it makes you freeze.
Need you?
“I like you, like a lot. I like you more than friends…I wanna spend my last moment with you”
You slowly push him away, take a moment to process what he just said. The sudden confession he just made didn't make you flutter at all but more to confusion and mixed feelings. This is not what you imagined how someone would propose to you to be their girlfriend.
“Jay, what the hell? You can't put me in the position like this, if I reject you and then you die I would literally be in guilt forever in my life! This is unfair”
“Are you rejecting me right now?” he asked
“What, no! Of course no, if you asked me properly I wouldn't say no because I also like you a lot!” you answer in a hectic way, too much for your brain to process.
Jay chuckles seeing your panic state and hugs you to calm you down. He swings your body to left and right to soothe you. It’s a bummer that he got balls to confess to you when he has incurable disease and is in the state of waiting for death. Nevertheless he dont regret for a bit because instead of dying alone like his father, he at least has you– you are the only one who can make his short time precious as it ever be.
He still vividly remember the first time Jake introduced you to him and Winter, at that time he felt his heart stop for a second, you are attractive in his eyes, your laugh whenever Jake making science joke is the most wonderful sound he had ever listened to, he thought he was going crazy on how he quickly attracted to you. He never really understands the concept of love. He can’t barely remember how to be loved or to be cared for by someone, hence it’s hard for him to show affection to others. Even his father didn't treat him as his son.
It took him some time to realize it was love at first sight– he keeps falling for you every single day, every single hour you spend with him.
“I don't know how to confess since I have never had an interest in someone. You’re the first one and it’s sucks that I'm dying”
“We’re gonna make sure to find the cure, there’s no way your father company didn't do any research” you said
“I’m gonna go to the company tomorrow, my father said he's working on something before he died so I'm just gonna check on it… hopefully something positive” he said
You close your eyes and rest your head on Jay’s chest finding it comfortable, hoping for a miracle to happen.
–
“He what?!”
You nod your head and let out a small sigh, seeing Jake and Winter’s shock face doesn't surprise you since you are almost facing with a grim reaper after you heard the shocking news coming out from Jay.
“How is that possible?”
“He said, it’s a genetic disease, if they didn't treat it fast, he could ended up like his father”
While you and Winter are talking to each other about Jay’s condition, the both of you didn't realize Jake fell into deep silence. He didn't say a word after you opened up about Jay’s condition. You only took a glance at him and could sense how hard it must be for him to learn about Jay’s condition in this way, after all he and Jay have already been friends since high school.
Jake didn't say anything and just burst out of the cafe. You and Winter can only look at him leaving, after all both of you didn't have any place to stop his action.
“You’re looking at the world’s first human-spider hybrid.”
“The hope is to extract the venom from their glands and turn that into a cure. An agent that heals diseased cells.”
“And if I can be cured, imagine what this could do for other diseases like Alzhemier and even cancer”
Jay immediately pauses the unreleased video of his father and Jake’s predictions based on their experiment towards the human-spider hybrid.
“They never made it to human trials. It's 14 years of research, and nothing to show for it.” Jay muttered.
Jake worriedly took a look at his best friend. What you said about the condition is true, Jake clearly could see the green vein around his neck and his under eyes getting darker than the last time he saw him.
Jake wants to visit him at first but after a quick catch up, Jay asks him to follow him to his father’s secret lab and he made Jake watching the unreleased video with him together, Jake’s father already died when he was a child thus it’s confirmed that this video already been in Oscorp’s company for a long time and Jake also sure that there’s must be a reason this video never released to public view.
Nevertheless, he is overwrought by what would happen after this.
“Except maybe this” Jay gets up to get the newspaper from the cabinet in front of the projector and slams it on the desk.
The Daily Bugle
Jake's face turns serious, he could sense where this conversation is gonna end up.
“Spiderman” Jay utters.
“What about him?” Jake asked, his voice came out a little shaky but went unnoticed by Jay.
“He was bitten by one of those things, and it worked. I don't know how and I don't know why, but he can do everything else a spider can, including self-heal. I need to find him, I need his blood.”
Jay’s statement makes Jake look at him with mixed feelings. Scared, anxious, worried and he can’t even look at his best friend's face right now.
“You need… Spiderman’s blood?”
Jay nods his head, his deadly eyes looking straight to Jake’s making his knees wobble resulting in him sitting on the chair.
“It’ll save my life”
“It may not, Jay. It may not be that simple. You saw what happened to Curt Connors, right?”
Jay let out a big sigh and rubbed his face using both of his palms. Of course he knew Dr. Curt Connors, that man was one of scientists in his father’s company. He didn't exactly know why his father fired him but he knows that Dr. Connors turns into a lizard by using his failed experimental serum.
“Connor was weak, this is me Jake” Jay muttered, feeling annoyed by Jake that seems not on his side.
Jake gulped, he’s the one who fought with Dr Connors, he knows the serum was no good for any human being besides Jake only survived the spider’s bite only because of his father’s DNA or else he’s gonna end up like Dr. Connors too or maybe worse.
Jake feels bad towards Jay, he wants to help him so badly, he could give him his blood as much as he wants to recover but he knows it will go haywire. His blood is poisonous to him, he didn't come from his father’s bloodline and surely his blood is gonna make him die slowly or instantly.
“I don't think you can just set up a van and have him donate. I mean I'm sure he’s sensitive about people shoving needles and–” Jake tries to hide his puzzled emotion by cracking a joke but to his dismay Jay seems like have no time for a joke by looking at his serious face.
“Ah he's sensitive, okay..” Jay chuckle dryly
“Well then maybe you could just sensitively tell me where he is, and I will go ask him myself!” he added
“What?”
“You took his picture”
“So?”
“You know him”
Jake is speechless, he could hear Jay’s quavering voice and see how desperate Jay’s eyes are right now.
“Jay, I took pictures from a long way. I used a long lens. I don’t know him” Jake trailed off, at this point he was also desperate; he was hoping for Jay to throw away all the dumb ideas that were already planted in his mind.
“I put together what you said at Coffee Beans.”
“About how he give people hopes”
“You know, that spider guy is so weird” Jay speaks up, looking at Jake who’s currently reading some science comic book
“What do you mean?” he asked, a little offended not gonna lie
“He wears spandex to save the kitten from the tree” Jay snickered. It’s not like he holds grudges to the spider guy but he dont take him seriously just like others or more precisely, like J.Jonah Jameson.
“Well, I kinda like to think he gives people hope…”
“For what?”
“Maybe eventually everything’s gonna be alright”
Jay chuckles hearing Jake’s answer, he didn't know that his best friend is one of Spiderman’s fans
“Okay dude, let's not get serious now shall we” he teased and continued to read the science comic book that Jake brought to the cafe.
Jake mentally cursed himself, that’s not what he meant at all! Jay is so desperate to the point everything is a clear path with no hazard to him.
“Come on, just say yes…” Jay begged, he doesn't have much time and seeing Jake seems hesitant making him slowly lose his patience.
Jake takes a look at Jay for a mere second before getting up and taking his backpack– leaving the secret lab and his response to Jay’s wish only making the sick guy lose his patience immediately.
“Don't turn your back on me!” Jay yelled, he grabbed Jake’s shoulder harshly to face him. His brows furrowed and jaw tense. He is dying and can’t Jake see how desperate he is right now?
“I don't wanna end up like my father, Jake please…” he pleaded, Jay lowered his face and in his mind, mixing spiderman blood with his father’s antidote is the only way to survive, to spend forever, together with you.
“I'm gonna try and find Spiderman” Jake said after a moment of silence and left Jay alone in the lab.
—
“You know, we can have a date inside your penthouse instead of at this cafe, I don’t mind it” you said, your left hand softly rubbing Jay’s slightly rough hand.
Jay gives you a small smile and uses the other hand of his to softly rub your hand.
“Nah, don’t treat me like a sick person Y/N… Let me bring you to a normal date”
“But Jay, it’s hot outside and you wearing long sleeve and wrapped scarf around your neck tortured me”
Since Jay is a public figure, many journalists follow him everywhere he goes for a picture or some useless news just to filled on the newspaper’s cover to attract the public and that's why you are worried about him, the journalists for sure will make up some fake news after seeing him dressing like it's cold outside even though it’s summer.
“Hey, nothing to worry about, okay? If I’m not feeling good, I'm gonna inform you but right now I'm feeling relaxed for a while because I’m having a slice of cake with my wonderful girlfriend” he bragged while looking at you mischievously.
You let out a small laugh hearing his words and take a spoonful of the cake you bought earlier at the cafe. You trust Jay but you don't hesitate to call his bodyguard if things go south.
“Did you see Jake?” you asked, suddenly remember the other day that Jake burst out from the cafe to meet Jay.
“Did he tell you anything?” Jay asked
You shook your head while taking another spoonful of cake to your mouth
“I don’t see him since the day we met at Coffee Bean”
Seeing Jay didn’t respond to your statement making you frown, usually he would tell you everything about what he discussed with Jake but right now it seems off, he didnt wanna talk about it at all.
“Hey, has anything happened between you and Jake?” you asked, you worried if these two best friends caught in argument since Jay is a bit sensitive lately.
“Nothing you have to worry about, I promise”
His words don't convince you at all, but you respect his decision at the moment. Maybe if he’s ready to tell everything, he will..
–
It’s been a week. A week had passed since Jay asked Jake for Spiderman to see him, but to his dismay, the guy in red and blue spandex didn't come to meet him at all. He was more furious rather than disappointed in Jake. His green veins became obvious, his skin became rough and green patches started growing on his scalp, face, hands, and everywhere on his body and his body getting weaker and weaker everyday. He needs the Spiderman’s blood to survive but since Jake was too selfish to help him, he decided to do everything by himself.
There’s no way he's gonna die, he is not gonna leave you this quickly.
Thus, Jay makes his way to his father’s lab, ignoring all of his maids saying that he should be in bed to rest. He is not gonna rest until he gets what he wants– the cure.
Jay steps into the cold lab and locks in from the inside in case anyone in the house is following him. With energy left in his body, he grabs the lab coat and everything he needs from the shelves to enhance his father’s old formula. If the formula that his father uses fails, then he is going to depend on his science understanding to make improvements to the formula.
“Good evening, New York. This is Betty Brant reporting live from Central Park. In an extraordinary event that unfolded earlier today, our very own friendly neighborhood Spider-Man made headlines once again.”
As it cut to the scene, Jay could see the spider guy swinging from building to building and quickly climb onto the tree to save the poor cat.
“Behind me are the charred remains of what was once a towering tree, a familiar sight to many park-goers. Earlier today, this tree was ablaze, and trapped within its branches was a terrified feline” the reporter on the scene reported.
"I just saw the flames and heard the poor thing meowing. It was awful. But then, out of nowhere, Spider-Man swings in! May God bless him”
“According to eyewitnesses, Spider-Man arrived just in time–”
Jay throws the remote away, he unconsciously turns on the television as he sees a small television across the lab. He doesn't have any idea why his father put a television in the lab but he is pissed off now.
Nowadays it's all about Spiderman. Everywhere he goes spiderman must be their main topic making him sick. Does the world revolve around spiderman? Jay's hatred towards the super hero increases as he thinks; that the spider guy that got his power from his company and didn’t even wanna help him when he's dying but he can make an effort to save a useless cat?
Well, Spiderman needs to be humble once Jay completes his own brand new improved formula.
–
“Here’s your favorite pretzel” Jake handed you the hot pretzel, fresh from the oven perhaps. You called him last night to meet him at the park since it’s so hard to meet him unscheduled. The brunette takes a big bite of his pretzels, humming while he chews on it. You can't help but giggle at his undying habits.
“You looks like you didn't eat for a week”
“Yeah fighting with criminals–”
Jake stops chewing and looks at you with a frightened look. Did he just…
“You need to stop playing video games, Jake. You’re like addicted to it”
Jake exhales his breath, awkwardly laughing at your face and takes a bit of his pretzel. Your dumbness saves him from leaking his own biggest secret ever.
“Y..yeah haha”
You take a bite of your pretzel after a while, your eyes locked on the scenery in front of you. The view of the park at night plus the wind successfully makes you calm from thinking about Jay for a while. These past few weeks, after you and Jay ended up together, both of you have been occupied by doing research about Jay’s cure every night to the point you keep late to class.
“Uh, how’s Jay?” he asked
“He’s changing.. And his temper is getting worse, sometimes he acts not like himself” you trailed off. You get caught in an argument with Jay one night when your theory clashes with his theory, it’s a small matter but Jay’s yelled at you as if you’re making a terrible choice which makes you cry but luckily Jay comes back to his senses and keeps apologizing to you the whole night.
“Did you argue with him, Jake?” you asked
Jake nods his head, looking at his shoes. He feels sorry for Jay for not helping him but he can’t. His blood can't help him heal.
“I assume it’s bad, Jay didn't even want to talk about you at all”
“He asked me for a Spiderman’s blood”
“Oh, he once said that Spiderman’s blood was gonna save him…” you remember that time when Jay said Spiderman’s blood could cure him but you didn't say anything to him. His theory of science, making your mind puzzled.
“And you trust him? In a logic mind person kind point of view, not girlfriend’s point of view” Jake asked
“Honestly, I don’t– like there’s must be other way to cure him instead taking that weird guy’s blood”
“I know– wait a minute, you think Spiderman is weird?” Jake frowns, he tilts his head a little.
“If you think about it, yes! Like why does he associate with spiders in the first place?”
“Hey there’s a thing called an accident. Accident happens!”
“Whatever, he’s such a weirdo but what he is doing is good”
“He is nice,” Jake agreed.
“Hehehe”
Sounds of a creature let out a hideous chuckle from the air frighten both of you and Jake. The two of you look up to the air and there’s a green creature in the air riding a glider.
You let out a gasp.
“Monster!”
“Run, Y/N” Jake yelled and grabbed your wrist to run away from the park. His pace is fast, you almost couldn't catch up with him and for a moment you slightly feel that your feet didn't even touch the ground, it feels like he dragged you along.
“Now, go home!” he panted.
“What the hell? Me, alone?” You couldn’t believe what you have heard, Jake is sending you home alone, with this green monster flying in the air?
“Sorry, I need to check on Aunt May!” he nervously swallowed his saliva.
“Okay, I’m following you”
“What, no!”
“What do you mean, no? Jake, we're in danger!”
Jake runs his finger through his hair, he let out a big sigh and dragged you to the street. He can’t casually say that he is Spiderman and needs to save the city, it would be more complicated than how things are going now.
Jake ignored your squealing and he stuck out his hand to the street after he saw a taxi.
“Jake, what are you doing? Let me go!”
“Please send her to Empire State University, thank you!” and with that Jake closes the taxi door leaving you alone in the taxi while he runs off back to the park.
“Jake, you bitch!” you scream at him but are suppressed by the window.
–
“Oh ho, what did we get here? A green man? We have a hulk and it’s enough, imposter” Jake uttered, he was grateful that he was fast enough to change and the creature didn't harm the citizens yet.
“Spiderman!” the creature bellowed, his voice echoing through the park. Jake raised his brow underneath his mask, the face of the creature seems familiar but his voice is so deep and rough. Jake quickly shot a web to the nearest tree and swung his body towards the creature; he was so close to kick the glider that the creature was riding but failed as the creature swerved on his glider, avoiding Jake’s attack.
“What, green goblin?” Jake muttered, he remembered the glider and all green costume was Green Goblin persona, he fought Norman Osborn five months ago. Does he come back? Is his death news fake?
“I defeated him five months ago after the lizard attacked the city…” he added, if this is Norman Osborn and he can't imagine how Jay’s gonna react to all this
“Well, the generations continue, Spidey Boy…” he growled and took this advantage to glide towards Jake and punch him in the face numerous times.
With their distance so close with each other and with every time his fist landed on Jake’s cheek, he became aware who’s the green goblin in front of him now, it’s not Norman Osborn but his son, Jay.
Jake isn't the type who felt sympathy for all the villains he fought, he despised them. He hates how they all use their power and intelligence for their own benefits. But this time, it was different.
Suddenly he has no strength to fight Jay back since he knows it’s not Jay that is fighting him but it’s the demon inside his body– the parasite that takes control of his body once they knew their host was already weak.
He can’t make Jay’s fate end up like his father.
Jake kicks the Green Goblin on the stomach, making the boy slightly back away from Jake and he webbed his hand to prevent the Green Goblin from punch him, along with this opportunity– Jake kicks the creature off from his glider and was about to make the real Jay conscious of the situation but luck wasn’t on his side when the demon inside Jay have strong power than his web have. He easily ripped off the web and took out his blade from his costume, his eyes full of rage.
“You are not a hero, you can’t even save him” he scowls
But before the Green Goblin can make his move, a loud thwack resonates through the park. The Green Goblin stumbles, caught off guard by the impromptu action.
Jake’s eyes widen seeing Jay fall to the ground while touching his dizzy head and releasing his breath that he didn't know he held. He quickly got up and grabbed your wrist, going a bit further from the creature.
“You!” Jake swore
You give him a side smile, it wasn't your intention to minding in Spiderman’s business but you are worried sick about Jake, he can't even fight ants if his life on stake and seeing his running back to the park make you uneasy and you get off from the taxi on the first traffic light.
Long story short, while looking for Jake you saw Spiderman about to get killed and thanks to the kid who left their baseball bat in the park, you used it as a weapon to hit the green creature.
“Thank you, but NEVER do that again!” Jake warned
“Oh.. okay, but do you see my friend, Jake?” you asked while he dragged you away from the scene
“How on earth do I know Jake?” Jake asked, sometimes he wonders how you would survive in this world if Spiderman didn't exist.
“Uh, if you found a boy wearing a flannel with black backpack, please get him home safely, he can’t fight!” you said
“Okay! Just go home, run, now!” Jake screams and pushes you away as Jay slowly returns to his senses.
The Green Goblin growls, turning his attention to you.
You immediately run after Spiderman yelled at you, you swore you using your 100% your energy to run away from the dangerous spot yet in a seconds you felt your feet not touching the ground and your body float into the air it took you a moment for you to realized that the creature already capture you into his arms.
Your screams were loud and clear but it didn't flinch. He turns you to facing him and his rough hands wrap around your neck and put pressure on it making you gasp for air.
Your eyes are glossy at this point, your mouth wide open for air and your fingers scratch his hands. At this point you can’t focus on your surroundings, your eyes locked on the creature. Something about his eyes seems familliar.
Those eagle-shaped eyes…
“J-Jay?”
Your guess was correct after seeing the creature was taken aback after you called your boyfriend’s name.
“J..Jay it’s m-me” you try your best to speak although it’s hard for you to breathe at this point.
“Shut up!” the Green Goblin scowls. You know Jay didn't even control his own body, so you tried to call his name numerous times until you could see his green pupil slowly turning brown yet the creature didn't give up and took control of Jay’s body back and he is choking you harder than before.
Your mind is hazy and your vision getting blurred, you are one second away from fainting? Dying? You can’t think at this point but you are so sure you’re about to black out.
Jake swung from the lighting pole, his speed and agility allows him to snatch you from the Green Goblin right as you’re about to pass out. He pulls you into his arms and immediately starts to descend back down to the park's grass. As he landed on the ground, he loosened his grip on you, allowing you to catch your breath as he hovered over you protectively.
“Are you alright?” he whispered, his expression one of concern despite his heroic actions.
You slowly nod your head, give yourself a moment to catch your breath.
Yet the Green Goblin didn’t lose, not yet. Not when the demon in him is aware that Spiderman is alive and just pulls a heroic moment and you, the disturber is safe on Spiderman’s hand. Without thinking twice, the furious creature once again wings its way to both Jake and you, he immediately grabs your waist so fast, it feels like a wind passed by.
“No!” Jake yelled as the Green Goblin snatched you away from him and flew off on his glider. As he watched the two of you disappear into the night sky, a wave of worry and fear washed over him. He knew he had to catch up to them quickly but the creature quickly acted and threw a pumpkin bomb towards Jake.
Jake dodged the pumpkin bomb just in time, but the force of the explosion knocked him off balance. He stumbled and fell to the ground, feeling incredibly dizzy and disoriented. He tried to get up, but the world was spinning and he couldn't get his bearings.
Behind him, he heard you yell out his name as Jay took you away, but he couldn't gather enough strength to fight back. All he could do was try to hold onto consciousness as the seconds ticked by. He knew he was running out of time and would have to do something fast before it was too late but he can’t do anything when his vision gets blurred and black in a matter of seconds.
–
The Green Goblin pushed you off from the glider as soon as both of you landed on his lab, his head felt like it would explode any second, and you stood by the desk lab, watching your boyfriend or other thing grunt in pain.
“J-Jay?”
You see the obvious green veins slowly disappear from his skin and his pupils turned to brown and his skin becoming normal, no more green and yellow patches on it.
“Babe?” you called him, your voice low– still shcoked by the creature that took control of him.
“Y/N…” he panted, his rough voice earlier is gone and it’s replaced by his soft voice.
“Jay, Oh my God” you make your way to him, helping him stand up and settle him down on the chair. You take a look for his pale face for a few second, just to make sure it is the real Jay before you pull him into a comfort hug
“What happened?” he asked, he is drained like a person who overworked themselves for 20 hours per day
“You don’t remember?”
Jay shook his head, he doesn't remember a thing. He lets you hug him for a moment while his eyes scan his lab.
“Wait–” Jay slowly pushes you away and walks towards his lab benches. It is so messy, too many books, paper works, lab’s essentials on the benches. He shut his eyes real tight, trying to recall what happened before he knocked out.
“Baby, I think you should rest…” you urged, honestly you have no idea how to tell him the real thing as he can't remember anything now. But for sure, tomorrow you will ask Jake for help.
“I made it!”
“Hm?”
“Baby, I successfully made the serum!” he exclaims, he turns to you and grabs your shoulder, shaking your body a little due to his excitement.
Seeing your puzzled look making Jay chuckle and kiss your forehead, finding your reaction cute.
“Look at me, there’s no patches left and the hideous green veins are gone! I am fine!” his beams
“Are you sure? We still need to see a doctor…”
“We’re gonna see them tomorrow! Damn, I can’t fucking wait to do all the things with you”
You slowly exhale your breath, Jay needs to know he isn't getting better but worse. There’s something inside him that he isn't aware of yet.
“Babe, you really don’t remember what happened tonight?”
“Yeah, I made the ser–”
“Not that! The part where you turns all green and riding a glider–”
“What are you talking about, Y/N?”
“You’re about to kill Spiderman tonight, and if it's wasn’t me–”
“You’re taking Spiderman’s side now?”
“Huh?”
Jay didn’t reply to you, he touched his head again and his face frowning. Your eyes immediately scan the lab, searching for any weapon if the creature decided to take full control of Jay’s body.
“Uh…” he groans, his fingers turns white on how hard he gripped on the lab benches
“Jay?” you called
“You take Spiderman’s side Y/N…. How dare you?” he gruffs, his eyes looking cold and his jaws tense.
“ I do not take anybody's side! But you’re about to kill someone!” you yelled, your voice come out shaky but goes unnoticed by him
“Oh, fuck it! It’s Spiderman, he deserves to die!” he screamed back
You gasped, this isnt Jay you know.
“There’s something inside you, Jay! He controls everything in you and I don't think you’re healed, the thing just uses you as a host!” you explained but Jay only smirks in response.
“Yeah, I remember, we had a deal… I lend my body for him and in return I will not rot like my damn dad did!”
“Jay…”
He takes a step forward until you can feel his hot breath over you, his palm wrapped around your neck but doesn't put any pressure on it, he leans in– his face is an inch closer to you and his lips lingers on your lips but he doesn't move it. You close your eyes, your body suddenly feels hotter than before and since he didn't move an inch you open your eyes back and see he is staring at your eyes deadly.
“I don’t like how you’re siding with Spiderman, you should let him finish his business. Spiderman should die!”
You didn't utter any words to him, you leaned in to kiss him but he backed away, not giving the things you wanted leave you alone in the lab.
–
The next morning, the both of you didnt talk to each other but Jay was still stuck by your side since you left the bed. Bathroom, kitchen, living room, just named it. He still lingers around you even though he did not say anything to you yet. And that’s the reason why he tags along with you on your way to Coffee Beans, to meet with others.
“Oh God, Jake!” you immediately pull Jake into a hug but Jay quickly grabs your shoulder, preventing you from hugging the brunette but you ignore his bitch attitude. Jake, who noticed Jay’s fierce eyes looking straight to him could only mutter sorry to his best friend, he did not want to pour oil on the flames.
“Hey, I’m sorry for letting you home alone last night–”
“Wait, alone?” Jay cuts him off
“Dude, look I’m really sorry but–”
“Cut the bullshit Jake! You fucking left her alone at the park?!” Jay snapped, he swiftly pushed you back and face to face with Jay.
All of the attention is on them, some of the customers already take out their phone to record.
“Winter, things are about to get messy isn’t it?” you asked the blonde girl which she replied with a nod.
“Look, I worried about Aunt May–”
“Oh, please! Just say that you want her to die right?! You failed to kill me and now you’re attacking her too?”
“Jay, you knows it’s not true”
“I know damn well it is the truth, Jake! You’re just selfish human being”
Realizing all the attention is one them, Jake’s ears turned slightly red
“Dude, come on…”
“What? You’re about to kill us and you want to discuss it privately?”
Jay let out a big sigh, he felt disgust by Jake ‘innocent’ face. How dare he play victim here? It is so obvious that got the intention to kill you and him.
“You know what” Jay said before he threw his fist to Jake and with his Spidey sense tingling, Jake noticed, out of the corner of his eye, that Jay’s arm had begun to move towards him.Without hesitation, he quickly side-stepped and grabbed Jay’s fist right before it hit him. Jay tried to pull his hand away but Jake, with his superhuman strength, was too strong. He looked at Jay and said calmly,
“You need to calm down, Jay. This is getting of control”
Jay struggled and tried to pull away again, but Jake wouldn't let go. Despite the heated argument, he still cared about Jay and didn't want to see him hurt. Jay let out a grunt of frustration, but he stopped struggling and listened to what Jake had to say. Meanwhile, adrenaline was pumping through Jake’s veins and his spider senses were in overdrive. He could feel the danger, but with
Jay’s hand firmly in his grasp, he felt safe.
Jay harshly pulls away from Jake’s and is about to leave the cafe but his step pauses for a moment as you didn’t follow him, standing beside Winter with frowns on your face. It’s not like you are betraying your own boyfriend right now, but he isn't in the right state of mind. With the creature inside him, you don’t feel safe around him.
Jay scoffs seeing you seems to make your mind up, he didn't say anything and left the cafe with disappointed feelings. He can’t believe people he loves turn their backs on him.
After the chaotic scene in the cafe, you tell Jake every single thing from A to Z and you also hand Jake the serum Jay created from his lab. You didn't know much about science but with the genius person next to you maybe he can figure something out.
“Follow me” Jake said and brings you to the lab that he always uses with Winter to complete their work.
As the two of you step in the lab, Jake provides you a lab coat for you to wear and he makes sure you’re sanitized well before touching any equipment in the lab.
“What are we doing here?”
“I think we can make the antidote for Jay, strong enough to let the creature die once I figure out what’s materials inside this thing” Jake stated which you only nod as a response.
The lab is filled with the hum of high-tech equipment. The room is bathed in the soft glow of computer screens and the harsh light of overhead fluorescents. Jake, with a serious expression on his face, is hunched over a microscope meanwhile you, on the other hand, are standing nearby, looking lost amidst the scientific equipment.
“Y/N, I need you to hand me the blue vial on the second shelf” he uttered, looking up from his microscope, his expression still focused, it’s not like the Jake you usually encounter, the one who is always smiling and jokes around.
You look at the shelf he mentioned, your eyes scanning over a bunch of vials and pick up the blue one that Jake asked you for.
“Here you go, Professor Jake” you joked
“Thanks” he chuckles and takes the vial from your hands, he carefully adds a drop of the liquid to the green solution resulting in a teal vial. Jake sighs in relief
“That should do it, This should neutralize the Green Goblin’s serum” he stated, looking at you who was already grinning from ear to ear and your eyes shining from excitement. You may not understand the science but you know how important this antidote is.
“But only for temporary”
Your smile faded a little
“What do you mean?”
“The antidote… it’s not permanent. It will only suppress the effects of the serum for a short time, we– I mean, I still need to create a permanent solution” Jake explained
You nod, the fact that Jake successfully makes one with a temporary solution already gives you hope.
“For now, you keep these vials to yourself first, if the goblin is about to take control, quickly inject him with this, okay?”
“I'll try…” you answer with a very unsure tone in your voice, it’s not an easy job for you.
–
The sun was high in the sky, casting shadows between the towering skyscrapers of New York City and it’s a good day for the Green Goblin to hunt his nemesis; Spiderman.
The Green Goblin, cackling maniacally, was darting between buildings on his glider, a trail of green smoke following him.
“Spiderman, come out and play!” he screams with rough voice
It took Green Goblin a minute to scream Spiderman’s name before he, with his web-slingers at the ready, was hot on the Goblin’s tail. The two of them ‘danced’ in the sky, a deadly ballet of power and agility.
“Give it up, Goblin!” Jake yelled, launching the sticky web at him but Goblin was fast to avoid the attack as if he already learned all the Spiderman’s move.
Their fight took them higher and higher, until they were level with the eleventh floor of a nearby building. The Green Goblin, grinning wickedly, suddenly veered towards the building, crashing through a window and into an office space. Jake followed, landing gracefully amidst the shattered glass.
Inside the office, employees screamed and ducked for cover as the two adversaries faced off. Jake, ever the protector, quickly webbed up the exits, ensuring no one would get caught in the crossfire.
“End of this, Goblin!” Jake declared, his eyes narrowing behind his mask. The Green Goblin just laughed, his eyes gleaming with madness.
“Oh, Spiderman,” he sneered, “The fun is just beginning.”
And with that, their battle continued, the eleventh floor of the building becoming their battleground.
“Everyone, please evacuate the building!” Jake yelled while he shot his web to the Green Goblin. In the middle of chaos, Jake tries to protect all the employees from the villain’s glider while avoiding the villain's attack.
While the guards and the polices are trying to get all the employees safe and sound, you on the other hand is running as hard as you can when you heard the villain is attacking again, you just finish class and was about to go to Jay’s before someone from your class pointed out that the Green Goblin is attacking again.
You sneakily enter the building as all the frontliners are too focused on the employees and citizens' safety, you take the stairs until the eleventh floor.
“Hey, attacking private property isn’t cool dude… How about we talked about this with coffee? Do you like coffee?” Jake asked, while kicking the Green Goblin’s glider, making him fall to the ground with a loud thud.
“You need to die!” he grunts
“Oh no no, you need to die not me” Jake utter while emphasizing the word ‘You’
The Green Goblin quickly gets up and attacks Jake with his blade, his move was so fast that Jake almost couldn’t catch up with him. And the next thing Jake knows, he is being thrown to the hard wall, the Green Goblin using his glider to limit his move. With his hideous patches green hand holding the sharpened blade, the Green Goblin swung his arms towards Jake’s face wanting to stab him using his blade but you burst through the door with heavy panting.
You swore under your breath, being a Spiderman’s unofficial sidekick is hard. You don’t even have a costume.
You ignore the feeling of your legs that start to shake and run towards the villain, with a syringe filled with the powerful teal liquid and precise aim– you inject the antidote directly into the Green Goblin’s neck.
“W-what are you doing here?” Jake asked as soon as the pressure of the gilder got low as if he didnt know the main purpose you are here.
“No time for explanation! I need to take this guy somewhere safe and you need to help me!”
“Wait, you know this guy?”
“I said I had no time for explanation! And please distract all of them, they can’t see him in human form” you pleaded, while swinging unconscious Jay’s arm to your neck.
“But hey, the antidote is working, you did it?”
“No, my genius friend made it”
Jake smiles underneath the smile, ah how he loves the honest compliment coming from you.
“He is indeed a genius” Jake muttered underneath his breath before helping you with Jay. Jake wrapped both of his arms to your and Jay’s waist and then he shot his web to the ceiling.
“We gotta keep this lowkey, no scream okay or else they’re gonna notice us” Jake warned
You nod your head, you tighten your arms that wrap around his waist and pursue your lips together. Not wasting any time, Jake jumps through the middle space of the stairs. You shut your eyes real tight due to the speedness, luckily the hero beside you landed the three of you very carefully before leading you to the emergency exits before take off to distract the citizens and the frontliners.
–
“Jay, thank God, you’re awake!” you exclaim, it’s been three hours since the chaos and you are afraid that he won’t awake since the antidote that Jake created did not test on any living things yet.
“Out” Jay weakly said, his eyes staring to the ceiling instead of you.
“Jay–”
“He said, you helped him again!” he yelled making you flinch, this time his deadly eyes stares right into you.
“I don’t want to leave, you’re not stable yet” your voice is shaky, suppressing yourself from crying in front of him.
“That day when you decided to side with Jake is over for us, Y/N! I don’t need people who turns their back on me”
“You’re about to murder people, Jay! I can’t let you do that when I know there’s something else that has been controlling you” you fight back, you hate that parasite for manipulating Jay. He knows Jay is desperate and willingly says yes to anything to get his old life back, he uses Jay’s body for a host to kills Spiderman.
“Baby, we can work together…” you holds Jay’s cold hand
“Jake created this antidote for you, it can neutralize the serum that you created, he’s been working on it and if it’s successful, then you will be able to cure and the creature inside you will be gone!” you try to persuade him, you could see his eyes soften for a slight moment before it turns fierce again.
“Just go, Y/N” he urged, he got up from the bed and pushed you out of his room and slammed it on your face.
“If you change your mind, me and Jake will be at his lab. We’re on the final step to finish your antidote, hopefully” you said before leaving the Osborn penthouse.
–
That night, Jake and you were working hard to finish an antidote for the Green Goblin. After weeks of trial and error, he had finally cracked the code and created the perfect serum that could stop the villainous goblin in its tracks. As the duo were wrapping up their work for the day, they heard a loud crash from outside the building. Startled, they looked out the window and spotted the Green Goblin hovering in the air in front of the building. Fearing for their safety, Jake knew they had to act quickly and get the antidote ready before it was too late.
But before Jake can even think of his plan, the Green Goblin crashes into the floor Jake and you are in and as if he got a dog’s nose, he glides straight to the lab and smirks when he captures both of you frozen on the scene.
“He was too weak, a word from his girlfriend and he wants to surrender” the raspy voice spat.
Jake and you immediately know who the creature is referring to.
“Why do people like you need to destroy everything I had planned from the start?” he asked, looking sharply at Jake then at you.
“Now, now… give me the antidote before I need to kill Spiderman” he said, he got off from the glider walking towards the two of you. Your breath hitched, usually Spiderman will come at the right time. Where is he?
“Mr Goblin… we still can talk..” Jake said, his hands grabbed on his backpack.
“No more talking! I am done with talking, now give me the antidote before I waste my time to kill the two of you!” he snarled
“Well, I guess we need to do a plan B” Jake said to you
You turned to him with a puzzled look, both of you didnt come up with any plan at all, what did he talk about?
“What plan B?” you half-whispered to him
“Plan B is, Y/N, run!” Jake yelled and grabbed the nearest chair to throw to the creature making him growl in pain.
He quickly takes his backpack and leaves the lab to change into his costume meanwhile you are running for your life until you find an empty classroom. You hide under the table and cup your mouth using both of your hands, you don’t know what Jake’s plan is since the antidote is on your hand nonetheless, you trust him.
On the other hand, the Green Goblin was furious. He couldn't believe he got tricked so easily by human beings, so he quickly left the lab and started searching for the two of you. His steps are slow but impactable, from inside the classroom you could clearly hear his footstepping the cold marble.
Creakkk…
The sound of the door being open makes your heartbeat faster to the point your breath becomes uneven due to cupping your mouth too tight, but you need to be safe, the Green Goblin can’t know you here until Jake comes to the rescue.
On the other side, Jake crouched down and made his way towards the door, his eyes locked on the Green Goblin. He silently crept up behind him, ready to swoop in as soon as the goblin sensing you hid under the table. Just as he was about to leap out and attack, however, he overheard something that made his blood run cold.
As Jake listened more closely, he heard the Green Goblin's voice, speaking quietly in his trademark raspy tone.
“I can sense you, Spiderman” he hissed,
“I know you're here somewhere. Come out now and face me like the hero you pretend to be.”
Jake’s heart dropped as he realized what had happened - the Green Goblin had seen straight through his plan and was waiting for Spiderman to come to the rescue. Suddenly, the villain began to charge towards the direction of your hiding place. Unable to leave his friend behind, Jake quickly jumped out and intercepted the Green Goblin.
With a burst of speed, Spider Man tackled the Green Goblin to the ground, preventing him from reaching you. The impact caused a loud crash as they tumbled across the floor together, but neither of them let up in their struggle. Jake quickly grabbed the Green Goblin by the neck and pinned him down, but the villain refused to give in. He wriggled and kicked, his sharp claws coming out and slicing at Jake’s costume. Jake gritted his teeth and did his best to hold on and keep the villain pinned down while trying to avoid his vicious attacks.
The battle raged on for what seemed like an eternity, but neither Jake nor the Green Goblin was willing to back down. They both fought for every inch of ground, refusing to let their opponent get the upper hand. Jake’s eyes were focused on keeping his grip on the villain's neck, while the Green Goblin was doing his best to wiggle and wriggle out of his grasp. With the antidote ready in one hand and a syringe in another, you watched from your hiding place, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Nevertheless, the Green Goblin seems stronger than before, he managed to break free from Jake’s grip. With his much energy, he threw Jake off the building and wasted no time to take you with him. He leapt onto his glider and flew off while laughing maniacally.
Jake grunts, he takes a deep breath to hold the pain after being thrown from the 4th floor. He curses under his breath seeing the creature successfully take you away. Ignoring the pain, he quickly swings to chase the two of you.
“Jay, let me go!” you screams
“No Jay anymore, he’s weak!” he spat and flew off towards an unfinished building. He landed on the unfinished floor that was filled with steel rods. The green eyes stare right into your soul making you shaking from tears.
“Give me those” he demand
You shook your head, lips quivering seeing the monster in front of you.
The Green Goblin grunts and wrapped his rough finger to your neck
“I’ll save my blade for Spiderman’s blood until then I have to kill you using my hands” he said and he tightened the pressure on your neck making you gasp for air. With his strength force, lift you up to the air, your legs wiggling for a release and your eyes looking straight to the villain's eyes; searching for Jay’s but to your dismay the monster did not lie when he said Jay is gone.
Your vision getting blurry, suddenly getting a flashback when the Green Goblin almost killed you at the park. You don’t even have strength to lift your hands and be sneaky to inject him with the antidote that Jake’s created.
For the last time, you try searching for Jay– hoping that he fights the demon that terrorized his body.
Your tears fall when he is nowhere to be seen.
Unnoticed by you, your hands that gripped on the antidote slowly loosening resulting in the antidote to fall to the ground.
“Gotcha!”
The Green Goblin growls seeing the person he hates– Spiderman successfully caught the antidote before it landed on the ground.
Jake makes his way to the top of the floor, which is where you and him are right now.
“Let her go” Jake said, his voice is serious
The Green Goblin smirks, using one hand that still grabs your neck he lets you hang by his hand for support, your feet don't touch the ground but the air instead.
“Very poor choice of words” and with that, the Green Goblin releases his hand that has been wrapped around your neck, sending you plummeting down towards the ground below
You can’t even have the energy to scream, at this point you accept the fate that you are losing for helping your own lover.
With lightning speed, Jake webbed up his web shooters, launched himself off the ground, and used his web to catch you and the Green Goblin, pulled you away from the edge of the building and pulled the Green Goblin off the building causing him to drop immediately to the ground. He managed to pull you to safety, just seconds before you would've hit the ground. As the duo caught their breath, Jake glared at the creature.
Jake puts you down and uses his strength and punches the Green Goblin numerous times to buy you some time to fill the syringe with the antidote and to make him slightly less powerful.
You tried your best to fill it and your shaky hands did not help the process, your heart still beat faster and your mind still hazy due to lack of oxygen but nonetheless you need to help Jay.
With a steely gaze, you injected the serum directly into the Green Goblin's neck, who let out a howl of pain as it took effect. The antidote worked almost instantly, and the Green Goblin slowly transformed back into his human form, Jay. A look of confusion and horror crossed his face as he looked at the two of you, having no memory of his villainous alter ego or the crimes he had committed.
“Y/N…” Jay panted, you quickly gave him a hug while crying, relieved that everything was over.
Underneath his mask, Jake is smiling. He was also relieved because he got to save his best friend with the antidote he created.
“Oh my God!” you let go of Jay and turn to the Spiderman who is standing right next to you.
“My friend, Jake!” you gasped, you literally forgot Jake is still in the building, maybe he is still searching for you.
“Spiderman, please look for Jake!”
“That Jake you searched in the park? Damn he need to take care of himself”
“Please! We can take care of ourselves here. Thank you so much!” you said
“Uh.. okay.. But make sure to take a taxi, this is criminal’s favorite spot” he warned
You nods your head and thanking him for the second time before he off to ‘search for Jake’
–
“Are you feeling okay?” you asked as soon as you entered Jay’s room.
He weakly nodded, after the night he told the goblin that he’s gonna surrender himself, the creature getting violence and taking full control of his body for that night, he can't even fight the creature because his power was too strong for him.
Luckily the antidote that Jake created saved him, it neutralized all the chemicals and radioactive in Jay's body. His skin didn't have any patches or green veins left, it feels like he is a normal person again.
“Thank you for not giving up on me” he said, his voice sounding strained.
You pull him into side hug and plant a kiss on his forehead
“I don’t wanna lose you as much as you don’t wanna lose me, Jay” you uttered.
“Uh.. should I leave?” the two of you flinched at the sudden voice and laughed as you saw Jake standing awkwardly at the door.
“Dude, come on in,” Jay exclaims.
The two best friends smile at each other before high five each other.
“Thank you, Jake and I’m sorry for every shits I’d done to you” Jay utters.
“Nah man, all good. That’s what best friend for” Jake beams.
While you and Jake are chatting, Jay smiles at himself, it’s been awhile since he felt a spark of joy inside of him. Since his father’s death he has been nothing but miserable. He is thankful he didn't end up like his father and for the two people in his life; you and Jake for not giving up on him.
It’s hard to believe that his wish to be together with you is not a wish anymore.
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Can you write an angst with chris where he gets mad at y/n for something when she just wanted physical touch and then he runs after her and apologizes with like a fluff ending? If you can’t that’s ok! I love your stories :)
'CLINGY' - C.S
Synopsis - request !
Warnings! - angst, fluff, kissing, Chris being a lil poopy head, no actual use of Y/N, profanity, mentions of anxiety and anger issues, commitment issues, reader has a dog, a Pitbull, I think that's it. Let me know if I missed anything!
A/N - Of course! Thank you for requesting! I really hope this is what you meant, I wasn't completely sure about most of it, but I think it works.
Today was kind of stressful. I had an anxiety attack in the middle of my presentation in my creative writing course today. And that lead me here, sitting in my living room waiting for my boyfriend to answer his phone.
I sigh as it goes straight to voicemail, for the 4th time. My dog, Lucy, hops onto the couch next to me and lays down next to me, laying her head on my thigh.
I decide to text Nick to see if anything happened or something.
Me: Hey Nick, is Chris doing anything rn?
Nick: No. He's just sitting on his phone. Why?
Me: I've called him four times and he hasn't answered. It went straight to voice mail each time.
Nick: Damn. That's weird.
Me: I know. But I'll just leave him be for now. thanks Nick.
Nick: Of course.
Huh.
I sigh as I drop my phone on the coffee table, making a clinking noise against the glass. As if Lucy can feel my emotions, she sits up from her laying position and gets in my face and starts attacking me with kisses, full of slobber.
After she calms down and decides to lay on my lap fully, I grab the TV remote and turn on something to keep me occupied. I go to Disney plus and turn on Tangled.
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I'm at the scene when Flynn Rider gives the crown to the two thugs, and they put him on the ship and sail him to the jail, when I hear my phone buzz from its place on the coffee table. I sigh as I pick it up and low-and behold, it's a text from Chris. One singular text, that made my heart nearly stop.
Chris: Can you like, stop calling and texting me so damn much? You're being so clingy.
I just leave him on read and throw my phone back down, this time hitting the floor and not the coffee table. I feel my blood boil. My head is buzzing from anger. I try to focus on the movie, and I start to pet Lucy from her curled up spot on my lap, confining me to the couch.
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The movie finished and I've since then turned-on YouTube, watching Joey Graceffa's Escape the Night series. I hear another buzz from my phone, and I pick it up from the floor.
Matt: fyi, Chris just left and is walking to your house now.
Me: Thanks for the heads up.
Matt: Course.
Low and behold, a knock at my door. Well, more like several knocks, each one making Lucy bark.
I scramble to the front door and open it, to see an almost angry Chris.
I furrow my brows. "Chris is-"
He just pushes past me and into my house.
"Why'd you leave me on read?"
I sigh as I shut my door and turn to face him.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe to not come off any clingier than I already was!" I say with sarcasm in my voice.
"Why weren't you answering my calls?!" I ask in retaliation.
He looks dumbfounded. Like he doesn't even know why he dodged my calls.
"Chris, why were you ignoring my calls?" I ask sternly. I feel my mind go blank and fuzzy. I feel my stomach knot up. All because of my anger.
He sighs in defeat, probably now knowing why.
"I guess, I just had a little moment."
"What do you mean by moment?" My voice is calmer, and quieter.
"I mean, you know this. I just got scared for a second. My commitment issues kicked in a little. I got insecure. I just, my mind kept going over the worst scenarios of me fucking up our relationship."
My stomach un-knots itself and I feel the fuzziness in my head go away. My expression softens and I walk to him, grabbing his hands.
"Chris, you could never fuck up our relationship. I mean, even if you did, we'd always fix it. I know you have issues with being in a relationship, I get that. But you could never hurt me, never. I love you." I put one hand on his cheek and smile softly at him. One he returns.
"I love you." He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close to him. I wrap my arms around his neck, pull him closer in a hug.
After he pulls back, his hands are still on my waist. I lean up and press a gentle kiss to his lips before pulling back.
"Feel better?"
"A lot better. I'm sorry."
"It's okay. Just, if you ever feel like this again, let me know. I'll help you."
His handsome smile overtakes his face, making his eyes brighten. I push a few strands of his hair out of his face with a smile on my face as well.
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Hello so uhm.... 0w0
Could I ask for a Aziraphale x reader / crowley x reader (seperated when possible) where the reader is sick and they both hug them and wrap their wings around them?
I'm just thinking their feathers would be so soft >~<
Have a nice day/evening!
Word count: Crowley’s Part 1187 / Aziraphale’s part 1579
A/n: this was nice to write. I hope it lives up to expectations. Enjoy and have a great day/ evening as well.
Crowley
It was just a normal Tuesday, well as normal as it can get when going to work at Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death, while feeling like someone hit me with a car. My head was pounding and it felt like my small breakfast of plain toast was trying to come back up. I would have called in, but I know Nina would need the help as we were the only to set to work today. I also didn’t tell a certain snake eyed demon about being sick because I know he would have made me stay home.
All of this leads us to where we are right now. I’m currently taking orders while Nina works on making the coffees and teas that are requested. It’s about two in the afternoon which means it’s time for our afternoon rush of people trying to get an extra boost of energy before they end their day. Trying to keep a smile on my face as my migraine gets worse from the loud customers, and the normally enticing smell of coffee which is currently making me more nauseous, is like hell on earth.
I was in the middle of explaining to an older lady that decaf does not in fact contain caffeine, when I noticed a familiar pair leaving the bookshop across the street. Trying to end this conversation quickly so my friends wouldn’t have to wait too long, I offered the lady a solution. “If you are nervous about the decaf having any caffeine I can recommend a warm cup of peppermint tea. It’s relaxing and contains no caffeine at all.” I said hoping to end this back and forth. Luckily she agreed right as the demon and angel pair walked in.
Offering the two a kind wave and forced smile, I entered the lady’s order and proceeded to enter the pairs usual order before they even reached the counter. Normally I would let them place their order like everyone else but today I didn’t want Crowley near me for too long knowing he would quickly realize I was unwell. “Hello Love, Aziraphale. I already entered your order so you can go take a seat, it’s on the house today.” I said trying to avoid conversation with the pair.
Aziraphale just nodded in thanks before going to find a seat. While Crowley on the other hand only stepped to the side so I could continue to assist customers, while he processed my strange behavior. “You never comp our order. Something about it being bad for business. What’s going on with you?” He asked, and even though he wore such dark glasses I could tell he was squinting at me trying to figure me out.
“Nothing is going on. Can’t I be nice to my boyfriend and friend every once in a while.” I responded mindlessly, entering orders trying to avoid my demon’s scrutiny. “I have to help these customers, Crowley go sit down with Zira and Nina will bring it out when it’s done.” I heard a slight scoff before he walked away.
I knew he figured something out but I also knew that he wouldn’t risk making a scene at my job just because he thinks I’m hiding something. Knowing Crowley he would keep quiet about it until I was off work and that’s exactly what he did.
After another four hours of helping customers and cleaning the shop I was finally able to go home and relax. It was a bonus that Nina had figured out that I wasn’t feeling well and told me to take the next day off to get better. So ready for an extra day to recover from this stupid migraine, I left the coffee shop and headed over to A.Z. Fell and Co. to retrieve my grump of a boyfriend knowing he tended to hangout there until I was off work so he could drive me home.
“Hey Aziraphale, Have you seen Crowley? I just got off work and thought he’d be here like normal.” I asked the angel, who was currently reading a book at his desk, upon noticing the demon was nowhere to be seen.
Aziraphale jumped in his seat not having heard me come in. “Oh Y/n, yes Crowley went to the pharmacy around the corner, something about picking up medicine.” He said turning slightly to look at me before turning back to his book. “Though I’m not sure what medicine he would need, it’s not like he can get sick or anything.” He continued obviously oblivious to why a demon such as Crowley would need human medicine.
I just rolled my eyes and took a seat in an armchair. “You don’t mind if I wait for him here do you?” I asked, relaxing for the first time all day, not registering the angel's response as I fell asleep in the chair.
“They’re sleeping Crowley, don’t wake them up. They have obviously had a long day.” I heard my angel friend address my Boyfriend. It was obvious he was trying to keep quiet but was failing as began to slowly awaken from my nap.
I heard a groan before feeling Crowley slip one arm behind my back and the other under my legs, gently lifting me out of the arm chair. “They wouldn’t have had a long day if they told me they were sick.” I heard him grumble as he walked out of the book shop and gently placed me in his bentley. I tried to wake up fully to greet him but the gentle rumble of the car starting lulled me back to sleep as Crowley obeyed traffic laws for once.
The next time I woke up, I was being placed on mine and Crowley’s shared bed. He had brought me home driving far too slow for his liking and then carried me all the way into our apartment. It warmed my heart to know I had such an effect on the snake-eyed demon.
After processing where I was I finally spoke up. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to worry about me, it’s just a headache.” I said, trying to calm the demon.
I watched as he set his sunglasses on his nightstand before laying down and wrapping his arms around me. “I will always worry about you, Love. I just wish you had told me. Now go back to sleep, in the morning you can take the medicine I got for you. And we will rest all day.” He said, kissing my forehead.
“Okay” I said snuggling into his warm embrace before a thought came to mind. “Hey Crow, could you wrap your wings around me too? They’re just so soft and they help block out the light.” I asked half asleep, hoping he would agree. I didn’t have to wait long as he rolled on to his back with me laying on his chest. I heard feathers ruffle as he opened his wings before wrapping them around me.
I cuddled closer to his chest as he whispered “anything for you, darling.” and then we both drifted off to a peaceful sleep.
Aziraphale
Dating an angel was a blessing and a curse. While he appreciated things like books, food, and drinks, he didn’t fully understand what it was like for humans when they got sick. Sure he’s been on earth for 6000 years and seen numerous people get sick, but it was never someone close to him. He tried to avoid sickness, he knew he couldn’t get any of the human diseases but he didn’t want to risk getting someone else sick because he came in contact with someone who was sick. He just didn’t want to risk it.
That’s why when I woke up this morning feeling like world war 3 was happening in my stomach, I decided to just tell my sweet boyfriend that I wouldn’t be able to come by today as work had called me in to cover for a coworker. I know it’s wrong to lie to him about it but I didn’t want him to tell me not to come over because I’m sick. It was easier on me if I canceled our plans instead of him being grossed out by my sickness. So, I’ve resigned myself to trying to nap on my couch as my bed just wasn’t comfortable right now.
I just wanted to sleep through this, so I took some over the counter stomach medicine that I had laying around and turned on some anime to relax.
After about four hours of watching Demon Slayer, I decided to scroll on social media because maybe that would put me to sleep. Watching Tanjiro get his ass kicked wasn’t exactly relaxing right now. I opened up tiktok and started watching videos of different cosplayers and people making art for their small businesses. I would occasionally see one that reminded me of my demon friend Crowley and would send it to him, completely forgetting he typically hangs out with Aziraphale and would probably say something about it.
P.o.V change to Aziraphale’s bookshop
Little did Y/n know that was exactly what was happening. Crowley was currently scrolling through his phone listening to the angel complain about his partner canceling their plans because they had to go into work. Not completely paying attention to the angle Crowley watched as a tiktok notification flashed across his screen. He opened it wondering if Y/n was at work why would they be sending him tiktok.
“What time does Y/n typically get off work?” The demon asked, trying to process what was happening. He wondered if it was maybe something they had sent before going to work and it just took a while to come through, but then again the chat did say you were currently active in the app.
The angel paused thinking for a moment, “I believe they get off around five, so they should still be there now. Why do you ask?” He asked curious as to what his companion was getting at.
Crowely took a second to decide if he was going to tell the truth or try to protect the innocent man's feelings from the fact his partner had lied. Sighing, he decided it was probably best to tell the truth even if it would hurt the angel. “Well they just sent me a tiktok and it says they are active.” He said turning his Phone for his friend to see.
The angel’s eyes went wide seeing that his partner was active on the social media app while they were supposedly at work. He tried to deny it, “Maybe they are just on break.” He really didn’t want to believe that you would lie to him about having to work. Why would lie about that, if you just needed a day to rest he would understand.
“Well looking here it seems they have been sending me tiktoks for the past hour so unless their lunch is over an hour long, they aren’t at work.” Crowley responded, scrolling up in the conversation to see when the first one was sent to him. Even though he was a demon he didn’t want to believe that his friend would lie to the angel. Y/n just wasn’t that kind of person. “The only way to get an answer would be to go over to their apartment, cause if you call them they will probably try to play it off somehow.” He said not trying to concern the angel but also trying to voice the truth.
Aziraphale nodded and grabbed his coat, bidding his friend goodbye and heading out. He really hoped it was just that y/n had gotten off work early for covering and it wasn’t them lying to him. The angel couldn’t help but overthink things as he approached the familiar apartment gently knocking on the door.
P.o.V back to reader
I had almost fallen asleep when I heard a quiet knock at my front door, not thinking anything of it I got up and walked to the door. Opening the door I was shocked to see the face of my angelic boyfriend with worry written across his features.
“Zira, what are you doing here?” I was confused as to why he showed up here after I told him I was working an extra shift. “My boss let me leave early because it was slow and turns out they didn’t need me after all, I just got home. Why don’t you come in?” I said trying to cover the fact I in fact did not go into work. Aziraphale slowly walked into my home and sat down on the couch looking around. I could tell there was something on his mind before I watched him freeze, as his eyes landed on the cold medicine sitting on the table.
“Why didn’t you just tell me you were ill? I would have understood.” He said, sounding dejected. “I know, you lie down and I’ll make you some tea.” He started getting up from the couch. It was crazy to see how fast he could go from hurt to caring in only a few seconds. I stoof there frozen, He just figured out I lied to me, I’m guessing he knew before he came here, but he is ready to take care of me just like that. I felt a tear roll down my cheeks as I took in how truly kind Aziraphale is. “Love, what’s wrong? It’s ok, just relax, I’ll take care of you.” He noticed I was still standing by the door.
I gently shook my head, I can’t just let him take care of me after I lied to him. “But I lied to you. I said I was going to work and canceled our plans, when in reality I’m sick. You don’t like sick people. You’ve said so yourself. You avoid them even though you can’t get sick. I thought you wouldn’t want to be near me till I get better. You don’t have to take care of me just because we are dating, I understand.” I said as more tears rolled down my face. I was too busy trying to tell him to go back to the bookshop to notice he had walked up to me.
I was startled out of my ranting by the feeling of being wrapped in his warm embrace. He had pulled me into his chest and placed a kiss on the top of my head. I completely relaxed into him, it was the most comfortable I had felt all day. “It’s alright Darling, I’m here because I love you. I want to take care of you. I avoid sick people so I don’t get you sick, I may not get sick but I could still pass the germs to you. I will always take care of you when you don’t feel well.” He said, face still rating against my hair. I just cuddled deeper into his embrace.
After a moment I lifted my head to break the hug so I could lie down when I noticed it wasn’t just his arms wrapped around me. I stared at the beautiful white feather that trapped me in a warm embrace. I looked at my boyfriend’s face shocked as he had never shown me his wings before. “Are those?” I asked, completely stunned. “Can I touch them?” I also asked turning in his hold reaching towards the soft feathers.
He just responded with a hum and a nod letting me run my fingers through his feathers. They were the softest thing I had ever felt. I giggled as I felt him nuzzle his face into the back of my neck, the feathers ruffling slightly at the contact. “Are they sensitive?” I asked, noticing his reaction.
“They can be yes. It’s been a while since I have let them out so a little more so at the moment.” I felt him speak into the back of my neck.
“Well thank you for showing them to me. They truly are extremely soft.” I said praising the angel wrapped around me. I completely forgot about being sick enjoying his embrace.
He slowly let me go and guided me to the couch, folding his wings back slightly so as to not knock anything over. “Of course dear. Now lay down, I’ll be back in a moment with soup.” He said before walking off towards the kitchen leaving me to relax into the couch. It was nice knowing I had such an angel of a boyfriend to take care of me.
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Body Swap - How Do I Talk Like That? Part Four
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Summarized ID: Mob talks to Reigen about his fear of not being able to socialize properly, that he isn't making connections or can't make the first move. He wonders what it would be like to make the first move, and pictures Tsubomi. Reigen puts a hand on his shoulder and listens.
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(This is a body swap, so I'll be referring to the characters as who they actually are but keep in mind that Reigen is in Mob's body and vice versa.)
Mob looks down, a dull yet sad expression on his face. He says, "It's not that. I've just been thinking. Even though I'm better at it now, I think, I still have trouble talking to others. I feel like everyone else knows what to say, or at the least can make themselves understood."
A grayscale panel shows a flashback to when Mob gave his speech to become student council president, he is on stage, silent, frozen. Mob continues speaking, "but even when I have a script, I freeze up."
Reigen is looking at Mob with furrowed brows and his lips set into a thin line. Mob continues, "Master, I know you said I don't need to be like other people, but..."
A shot of Mob and Reigen sitting on the curb. Dimple floats next to Mob. "I'm afraid if I can't 'get it' now," Mob looks downwards again with a worried expression. "That I won't be able to socialize properly when I'm older."
Dimple grins. "Come on, you don't need to worry about that stuff yet! You've got plenty of friends don't you?" He flexes his arms, drawn behind him are radial rays of light. "What about Tome? And the Body Improvement Club!"
Mob smiles slightly. "It's true. I do have a lot of friend, and I'm very grateful that I'm surrounded by such good people." His smile drops. "But sometimes, I feel like..."
Shown are a series of grayscale flashbacks all in one long panel. The first scene is of Tome, talking excitedly while holding Mob's hands in hers. He looks slightly taken aback, but is listening. They're sitting at a desk. The next is Mob sitting next to Emi on a grassy hill, holding her writing. The final one is Mob, flexing, while one of his Body Improvement Club friends feels his muscle excitedly. Mob is smiling shakily, blushing slightly, and sweating. He says, "I'm not connecting with them properly. Whenever we talk, I always let them take the lead, I became complacent. It felt easier that way."
Another grayscale flashback, showing Mob at his desk in school, looking over and watching two of his classmates talk happily. One of them is a girl with big curly hair, sitting at her desk, and another is a boy with short spiky hair who's leaning on her desk and talking to her. Mob says, "And everyone that I know now, I only know them because they spoke to me first. I've never gone up to someone and became their friend because of my own efforts."
This page shows a glittery thought bubble, picturing Tsubomi. Tsubomi is smiling widely with cute, big, shiny eyes. She's turning around to face the viewer, her hair and skirt. flowing out from the motion. She has her arms tucked behind her back. She's blushing, and is shaded with soft pencil scratches. The background is gray and pink with sparkles and big glowing circles. She's illuminated in white. She has a cowlick shaped into a heart. Mob looks up at his thought bubble, slightly blushing, and says, "If I were to try and make the first move, I wonder..."
Reigen claps a hand on Mob's shoulder. "Mob. Listen," He says.
END ID.
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I am asking about the stoker swap au
In short, it's an AU in which Danny survives his encounter with The Stranger and goes to work at the institute instead of Tim! Tim is still alive, Danny has NO formal qualifications to be working at the institute, and Tim is So Stressed because he lied on his applications. Danny takes on Tim's role in the institute, while Tim gets increasingly worried for his safety <3 That part does not get easier when he actually moves down to the archives <3
and now because i was thinkin real hard about it and got bored of just typing roughly the same synopsis over and over again, HAVE SOME DOODLES TOO <3 three things i've already written and one i Really Want To Write So Badly But It's So Far Away <3
[ID: Four drawings on a soft lavender background featuring Magnus Archives characters. The first is a drawing of Danny Stoker after falling down a ladder leading up to an attic. He is dressed in academic clothing and is on his back, with his lower body still partially on the ladder. One foot is on a rung and the other is sticking out in the air. He looks to be in pain and he has swirls for eyes and little bees are flying around his head. Next to him are Jon, also dressed academically and holding Danny's coat, and an old woman wearing a black dress and a shawl. She looks at Danny with concern and Jon is startled by Danny's fall, visibly jolted.
The second drawing shows Danny and Sasha, both dressed academically, sitting at her desk looking at a computer screen. Danny is slouching with a horrified expression, while Sasha smiles, looking chipper. The computer is labelled "the horrors".
The third drawing shows Danny and Elias sitting across from each other at Elias' desk. They are both wearing black suits with ties and both have slicked back hair. Elias is smiling politely at Danny with his hands folded on the table, and Danny is smiling confidently back at him with his hands folded in his lap. Over the drawing is multiple faded drawings of Danny in different forms of panic. One has him sweating and screaming "I'm Doomed" with his hands in his hair, another has him looking oddly calm and posed like a corpse with a bouquet of flowers over his chest saying "This is the day I die", and the last one has him bent in half, laying face down in a puddle of tears, clawing at the floor, with his feet out in front on either side of him. "Crying noises" is written above him.
The last drawing is of Tim and Elias. Tim is gripping Elias by the lapels, yelling in his face with a furious and challenging expression, while Elias is sweating nervously and holding his hands up defensively, looking confused and afraid. His glasses are broken and bent and one of his eyes is swollen half-shut. end ID]
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the first two drawings are from danny's first field work outings with jon and sasha respectively, the third is from his first interview with elias, and the last is a scene i haven't written yet that takes place directly after the prentiss incident, in which tim confronts elias for putting his employees (read: danny) in danger and then punching him in the face <3
i really wanted to draw tim super mad because i never draw those kinds of expressions and i think he deserves to punch elias in the face <3 i don't think he'd be Quite like that in the written scene itself but it was v fun to draw
#fg's art#the magnus archives#tma#danny stoker#jonathan sims#sasha james#tim stoker#elias bouchard#stoker swap au#fg's answers#asks#danny Looks incompetent in that first image but i promise he's not <3 he's just mildly carbon monoxide poisoned and got a head rush <3#also im REALLY happy with the danny in the third image LOOK AT HIM
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The Boy is Mine (Betty's Version)
word count: 1.2k
18+MDNI, mature themes, getting high, allusions to smut, eating, nerds in love
The Scene: a romantic night at the trailer
My wee contribution for @carolmunson's writing exercise The Boy is Mine. I've never attempted a prompt like this before, and I usually write au's, so I wanted to give it a try. It's a quick little thing, I hope you enjoy 💚🚬
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“Have you ever tried a vanilla frosting covered pickle before?”
You held a big, fat dill up to the light and spooned a helping of frosting onto the tip before sticking the silverware in your mouth to lick it clean.
Eddie slid in next to you at the kitchen counter, meeting your curious eyes over the offering in question. “Is this you getting back at me for dumping all the raisinets in the popcorn last time?”
"Not at all. These were two of the four things left in your fridge," you stabbed it in his direction, making his eyes cross down the end of his nose. “And you know I like raisinets in my popcorn.”
He frowned, thoroughly confused. “I had vanilla frosting in my fridge?”
“That and a demonic voice asking for Zuul." Nibbling at the end, you chewed with your lips curled back like a bunny.
Eddie floated nearby, humming the Ghostbusters theme song, jutting his chin back and forth to the tune. He paused to wave a hand in front of your face when you were unresponsive for too long, hovering as if your body might start contorting from the unnatural combination.
“It’s not bad,” you nodded, fixing your eyebrows high. “Here, try it—-”
You charged forward, wielding the pickle.
“You are so stoned right now,“ he shuffled back, giggling. Both pairs of eyes in the trailer that night were comically bloodshot.
You missed your target and booped his cheek with it instead of his mouth, leaving a white glob there, eliciting a few dueling snorts of laughter.
He took hold of your wrists, dancing you in a circle so that your back was against the wall, searching your face as he wet his lips. “If you don’t stop, we’re gonna have a problem.”
“I’ll give you a problem,” shifting forward, your foot tangled between his, making you stumble against his chest and drop what was in your hand. It landed with a weighty thunk and rolled into the shadows of the hall.
“Oh nooooooooo,” you turned to him, faces mirroring horrified shock, followed by a laughing jag so intense that no sound came out, each of you buckling at the knees.
When you managed to regain some composure, he smooshed his chest into you with a hmfph, blinking butterfly kisses on your cheek with his lashes.
”Hey I’m—I’m sorry there’s not much in my fridge,” he murmured, lifting his head but averting his gaze. “I’ll have more money this weekend. I’ll make it up to you.”
“I’m not the one complaining about the food in this fine establishment,” you tucked his hair back behind his ears, and then you untucked it. “But I’m glad we could feed the floor a pickle.”
“And what a treat for the floor that was,” he ran his thumb along your jawline. “Shall I roll another one?”
You found his hand to intertwine your fingers. “I don’t think I’ll be able to drive home if I have any more of Rick’s secret sauce weed.
At that, he held a finger up in the air, and then spun to flip open the lid of the lunchbox that was at the end of the counter.
“Well, that’s the thing. You’re staying here with me tonight,” he put a rolling paper down and pinched some green from inside a clear baggie.
The flat of your palm traveled up his spine as you rested your chin on his shoulder to watch him work his magic. Next to the lunchbox sat one of his small, spiral notebooks covered in doodles.
“I hate my bed when you’re not in it,” his hair hung down to shield his face as he concentrated. “I hate this world when you’re not with me.”
Your teeth found the meat of his arm for a nibble, tasting the cotton of his t-shirt. “That’s very romantic.”
“It’s just you and me, monkey,” he lifted his arm up so you could slide in next to him. He lit the end and put it to your lips. “Promise you’ll stay?”
You nodded on a tight inhale, holding the smoke in your lungs.
“There’s ramen in the cupboard and we can split the last beer,” he talked while you exhaled, nuzzling his neck, feeling the vibration from his voice as he spoke.
“I need a glass of water first,” you mumbled against his warm skin.
He passed you the joint and went over to the dish rack to pick up something. “I ran out of, like, nice cups, is this okay?”
It was his class of ‘86 mug.
You gave a thumbs up and he filled it with water from the tap. “You know how much I went through to get this thing. Only the best for my liege.”
Something colorful on the sofa caught your eye and you left the kitchen to get closer, squinting at what you thought you saw. “Where did that throw pillow come from?”
“Where did what come from?”
“This,” you lifted up the white square edged with a floppy ruffle. Someone had embroidered a raccoon on the front, and the raccoon was holding a Garfield mug.
“Wayne’s new girlfriend, the one he practically lives with these days. She made it.” He spanked his palm on his hip with each step as he brought the mug over to you. “It’s pretty cute, right?”
“I love it,” you ran your fingers down the embroidery, finding immense joy in the expression on the raccoon's face. “Is this supposed to be Wayne? It looks more like you.”
“Aw, don’t say that,” his arms found you once again, pining you close to his side. “It’s not even true, don’t get my hopes up. If only I were so handsome.”
After a few gulps of water, you put the pillow down and turned to slot a hand on the side of his neck. “Want me to start the noodles while you find us something to watch?”
“What sounds good?” He mumbled against your mouth, nudging your nose with his. ���I recorded that Sunday night movie you wanted to see, the one about the time travelers. But I’ve got some other stuff, Rick gave me a whole box of tapes he didn’t want.”
“You recorded Time Bandits for me? Wait, when did you get a VCR?”
“I didn’t,” he brought his head back, sucking in his lower lip, and then he opened up his arm, gesturing to the contraption under the TV. “I mean, you can rent them now. Stevie boy gave me a deal.”
The sides of your mouth quivered. “Just so you could record my movie?”
“Well,” he shrugged, looking down to play with your fingers in his hand. “I knew you’d be at work that night, so.”
The kiss that came next was deep and urgent, and it stirred a frenzy in both of you. In a few seconds, the mug was on the ground, and you were undressing each other, pulling shirts off so you could be as close as the confines of your bodies allowed.
“Fuck the movie,” he mumbled, breathy against your mouth, unbuttoning your shorts while you undid his belt and pulled him onto the couch.
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The next morning, limbs tangled up with Eddie on his bed, you were just stirring when you heard Wayne come home. Eddie groaned, shifting to roll over and spoon you from behind while you listened absently to the sound of his uncle taking his boots off and dropping his keys on the counter from behind the closed door.
Wayne took a few steps down the hall toward the bathroom, a pause, and then: “Son? Are you awake? Why is there a frosting covered pickle on the floor?"
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Smooches 💚
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Exes To Lovers Rec List!
It is no longer Gonna Be May, it in fact is May, and with it another community-recommended theme list. We have, for your perusal and pleasure, 11 exes-to-lovers fics. We've got short and sweet, we've got long and complicated, we've got angsty working through their problems and we've got comfortably rediscovering the new versions each other years later.
I am so excited to dig into these, and I hope you are too! As always, show your love to these awesome authors by dropping a kudos, leaving a comment, and reblogging the fic posts. I'll be announcing the next category as soon as I decide what it is!
Empty Skies by Green_feelings (134048, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post
Harry and Louis fell in love as teenagers. Then Louis left and became a pop star...
Reccer says: Greenfeelings has a golden pen. She knows how to handle pining and emotions... And she always comes up with sublime stories...
And What If I Were You by jacaranda_bloom (109959, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post
For Louis, will losing his sight give him the clarity to realise what is right in front of him? For Harry, will losing the love of his life give him the strength to finally open his heart?
Reccer says: This fic had moments of such devastation that I cried, and moments of humor that had me laughing. So much emotion packed into this fic! An all time favorite and a must read!
Bitter Ends Turn Sweet by allwaswell16 (30000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post
It had been four years since Harry first heard the song his ex wrote about him and far longer since they broke up. He forgave Louis long ago, and now his life was focused on his career, his family, and especially his son, Max. But Louis was back in Chicago, after all this time, and he’s not an easy man to ignore.
Reccer says: Every time I hear the song Chicago I think of this fic. They are inextricably linked forever for me. The fic is that memorable.
Pathema Proteleia by persephoneflouwers (53399, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post
Warnings: Graphic Despictions of Violence
A few years ago, Omega Prince Harry left his husband and mate Alpha Louis without any apparent reason. When enemies of the Royalty make an attempt on his life and threaten to hurt Omegas, Louis has to ask the Prince for help.
Reccer says: I love the author's writing, their rather baroque style, the way they set the scene for their story and build their characters.
Halfway Home by Itsmotivatingcara (100000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)
Warnings: Blood, murder, violence, animal death, violence
Harry and Louis were childhood friends.They used to hang out at Louis' grandpa's ranch in South Dakota every summer. As they got older, their friendship turned into something more. But life happened, and they went their separate ways. Fast forward ten years, Louis now runs a wildlife refuge, and Harry comes back since louis’ grand dad included him in his will. ButThere's a mysterious hunter lurking around, making things way more intense than just old flames reigniting.
Reccer says: Not only it is basically enemies to friends to exes to lovers while it has mystery, thriller and crime theme as well. Literally everything a good fic should have
Mine Would Be You by crinkle-eyed-boo (KimmieRocks) (114698, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post
Louis returns to New York City 5 years after leaving the love of his life behind.
Reccer says: The flashback scenes showing how their relationship originally dissolved are absolutely gut-wrenching. Beautiful writing, made me cry like twice?? There’s also art in each chapter!
i was yours (i wish you were mine) by staybeautiful (56000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post
Warnings: alcohol/recreational drug use, implied/referenced underage sex
Ten years ago Harry dropped his best friend and high school boyfriend off at the train station and never saw him again. A chance meeting outside a bar has them tumbling head first into a summer of music, milkshakes, and maybe each other.
Reccer says: It’s precious, so well written!!! Heartbreaking, heartwarming, heart-mending. I loved how easily they fall back into love, their past closeness is so potent upon running into each other again. it’s so clear how well they knew each other.
I Still Think About You All the Time by NoLogicOnlyStyles (47000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson ) – fic post
Eight months after their devastating breakup, a series of unfortunate events force Harry and Louis back into each other's orbit again. But can you be just friends with someone you've never not loved?
I Can Build Your Heart A Home by LiveLaughLoveLarry (10252, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post
Two years after (kinda) breaking up, Harry and Louis are both back in town for Christmas. Niall meddles a little, there's some awkwardness and a lot of Christmas fluff.
Reccer says: I loved the dynamic between Harry and Louis and how the context of their past relationship was explained. Also I love a good Exes to Lovers fic and a good Christmas fic and this was both combined.
Finally, You and I (Collide) by lululawrence (14455, Not Rated, Zayn Malik/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post
Funny how Louis could sum up everything he’d had with Zayn so easily. Ex.
Or the five times Louis was accidentally wooed by cookies and the one time he was purposefully wooed by brownies.
Reccer says: It is completely self indulgent as Sus wrote it for me, but it's perfectly angsty and gooey at the same time because of all the cookie recipes
The Falling Series by we_are_the_same (4053, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)
Louis and Harry divide their belongings after their breakup
Reccer says: It's very angsty but hopeful at the same time
#exes to lovers#category 8#rec list#one direction#louis tomlinson#harry styles#zayn malik#liam payne#niall horan#ficsfor4am#tracksintheam#trackinghome#allwaswell16#alwaysxlarrie#1d rare pairs#hlficlibrary#hlcreators#1dficvillage#1dsource
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Stolen Moments
A/N: Okay so I know that I've been neglecting my requests for a while now, but the problem I have is that I can't pick and choose what I want to write, otherwise I will get nothing done.
I will get to them... eventually, but there is a reason as to why I never schedule things ;-;
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1k
Even with the sweat dripping from your skin, strands of hair clinging to your forehead, she would look at you like you were the most beautiful thing on this world.
You were never meant to fall in love, especially not this hard or fast, but all it took was for Yoo Karina to catch your eye and it all came crumbling down.
Idol!Karina x Backup-Dancer!Reader
One, two, three, four.
Each clap felt like a tug at your muscles -- limbs flexing, extending, and twirling with such ease.
Hours spent grueling over each movement, every maneuver, meant that you didn’t even have to think about it anymore. Your body simply knew what was to come next, twisting into the correct position without a second thought.
It felt exhilarating when everything came together, when all of the hard work everyone had put in brought forth the fruits of their labor.
You hadn’t expected to enjoy this job so much when you first signed up, but now you can’t imagine doing anything else.
And it helps that you got along with everyone, at least to some degree.
Some more than others.
Once the signal for a break had been called you rushed over to your water bottle -- thankfully still somewhat chilled, and took a few large gulps before placing the side of it against your neck.
You couldn’t stop the relieved sigh as you did so, leaning your back against the wall and sliding down until your butt makes a painful thud against the hard flooring.
Giggles resonate within the room, and you hum in amusement when Winter’s high-pitched whine echoes shortly after.
You flicker your eyes toward the commotion, watching as the four idols in the room fill the space with playful jabs and inside jokes; some of which you know the context of.
The smile that flickers against your features is innate, eyes curving alongside your lips as you observe the scene laid out before you. Laughter pulling at your chest when some of the other backup dancers join in with the intent to drag more reactions out of the short-haired woman.
She pulls another face, and it is almost enough to hold your focus before your attention is caught and held by another.
Karina eyes you from her position beside her friend, and you’re left swallowing the butterflies back into your stomach when her smile filters into something softer, something only you are privy to even in a room filled with others.
Even with the ache in your limbs and the tiredness in your mind, if Karina had asked you to join her you would have. The desire to be close will always outweigh everything else.
She goes to open her mouth, and you wait patiently for her words, but someone is clapping their hands before anything more can be done.
Time to get back to work.
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Hours come and go, and by the end you can’t even hide the shake in your legs as you pack your things back into your bag.
Usually, you would have already taken a shower, washing away both the sweat and the ache, but the late hour against the clock has you wanting to go home and collapse onto the softness of your bed.
It doesn’t help that you are the last one to leave, every movement you make echoing within the empty room.
“You’re still here?”
The sudden voice has the muscles in your back jolting, unsteady legs causing you to fall backward as you snap your wide eyes to the door.
Karina’s eyes are filled with mirth at your blunder, and the hand she shoots to her mouth isn’t enough to muffle the laughs that erupt from her lips.
With a stuttered breath you place a hand against your chest, shooting her a look that held no malice, “you almost gave me a heart attack.”
She removes her hand away from her mouth at your words, but the smile on her face does little to calm your over-excited heart.
Her footsteps seem muffled as she approaches, reaching a hand out for you once she’s close enough. “Are you saying that I don’t make your heart race anyway?”
A scoff tears itself past your lips in a futile attempt to diverge attention from the blush on your cheeks, but the knowing look in her eyes calls out your bluff with relative ease.
Still, you’re glad that she is here, because having a comeback means time together away from work are few and fleeting.
You allow her to get you up from the floor, but the moment you’re back standing your hands are on her shoulders to help you stabilize – it would seem the muscles in your legs have already fallen into slumber when you had fallen over.
Her grip falls to your sides when she notices your struggle, and you fail to notice the concern in her eyes since your gaze has dropped to the floor.
“You okay?”
Her words are comforting when they wash over you, and you give yourself another moment until answering.
“Yeah,” you whisper out, only just remembering how tired you actually were, “yeah I’m good. Just need some rest.”
A shiver slithers up your spine when her thumbs unconsciously rub along your ribcage, and even though you no longer need her to keep you from falling you pull yourself closer to her warmth.
Her arms encircle your frame as you approach, and you groan out your fatigue into her shoulder.
The chuckle she presses against the side of your head is decisively wicked, her lips stretched into a smile before she places a tender kiss against your skin.
You don’t even consider it an overreaction when the thought of falling asleep right now flickers through your mind, but you know you’ll never get her on board with such a ludicrous idea.
“Come on,” she breathes out, and it’s almost as if she’s reading your mind when she adds, “you can’t fall asleep here, especially since there is a nice soft bed with your name on it.”
Another groan forces itself from somewhere deep, but you otherwise do as asked when you hesitantly pull away.
The smile on her lips is very reminiscent of the one she shot you earlier, but it is quickly robbed from your sight when she leans in, placing a delicate kiss against your forehead, both of your eyelids, your nose, before covering your own.
The kiss is short, but as with any you shared it still held enough impact over your heart and mind to be engraved into your memory for safekeeping.
“Now,” she grins, pulling away so she can take one of your hands instead, “let’s get you home.”
#aespa imagines#aespa scenarios#karina x reader#karina scenarios#karina imagines#girl group imagines#girl group scenarios
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Writing Advice: Getting Words on a Page
With the 75k word count in November and 90k in August, I have been asked questions like how do I keep focus and what do I do when I get stuck. I am going to compile all the advice I have.
Over the last few years, I have posted 700k+ words of fan fiction and have been posting 3 to 6 chapters every week for the last ten months. This is not how to make your writing better. This is how to get words on a page.
This is not all my original ideas. This is just a collection of things that have worked for me.
I am not sure I am the person to tell you how to make your writing better, but if people want my thoughts on that. I can make that post too.
When inspiration strikes, write like wild.
If you have the time and you are bitten by the writing bug, keep writing anything while you are in peak form. You will thank yourself later when you feel like you can’t write everything.
I have done the extreme version of this where I have a month (four chapters) written ahead of almost everything on my post schedule (you don’t need this), but this was really nice after I brunt out after finishing out the 90k challenge I destroyed myself with in August.
Write in little pockets of time.
You don’t need to sit down and write for two hours. Write 100 words here and 500 there. It will all add up. When I was struggling at the end of the 75k, I would just open a doc every few hours and write half a page until I got distracted and tried again later.
Change your font.
If you are struggling to edit or even just find yourself drifting while writing, change your font. It helps trick your brain into paying attention. (I like doing a mono font like Courier when I need writing vibes. It looks typewriter-y)
Take a shower.
Not just for shower thoughts, being clean and fresh helps with focus
Get dressed.
I love being comfy, but something about getting dressed makes me feel like I am working and should finish my task. Extra points for it being fun. (Maybe cosplay a pirate or something.)
Move Locations.
Desk, kitchen table, bed, outside: changing location helps move you out of a brain rut.
Handwrite notes.
I take most of my notes on notion, but when I am struggling with my plot, I write out notes by hand, starting with what happened last and continuing from there, writing even things I know will happen. Then I transfer this to my digital notes so they are easier to move around in order, AND a lot of time, I add details when revising them to digital. Double power.
Always, always write down your thoughts and keep them.
Some of my most popular stories came from me rediscovering a 2 am thought that I wrote down six years ago. Keep a notepad next to the bed if you have to.
Change POV
If something is not working in a scene, maybe it is who you have reacting to it. Try switching POV. It helps you think of the scene from another perspective.
Watch a show in your genre.
I watch a lot of the silliest KDrama’s and get lots of romance ideas. Maybe I didn’t think of sending my character to a park or trapping them in a sky lift. Maybe I should add a stalker that sounds fun.
Take your bathroom breaks.
You should always drink lots of fluids and remember to take your bathroom breaks because the brief moment of walking away always gives me an idea.
Skim through the story and make notes on what HAS happened, not just what will happen.
This helps more with my style of having next to no plot outline. Need your next plot point and don’t know where to go? Remember that time they did x? Let’s build off that. This helps intertwine the plot without losing things.
Just read the story back.
You don’t always need to make notes, but sometimes just reading from the beginning can make you pick up on a detail that was unimportant at the time, and you may not even have meant to put in that could have a lot more meaning now. Then, you can call it clever foreshadowing.
Explain your problem or the scene you are struggling with out loud.
It doesn’t have to be to someone. It could be a glass of water. This is called ‘rubber ducking. It’s a programmer term (hello, that is my day job). Restructuring your problem in a way you have to articulate it most of the time makes the solution come to you.
Try focusing on the scenery.
If you can’t get a scene to work open with the weather or how the floor is creaking under step, give the world a new feeling. How does the person feel about the weather or the temperature of the room?
Can’t figure out what is wrong? Rewrite the chapter from scratch.
Open a new doc and rewrite the chapter from memory. I do this a lot in the beginning of a story that didn’t quite hit the way I wanted it to. I will start the chapter from memory and skim the old one to ensure I didn’t miss anything important.
Can’t do it from memory? Read a paragraph and write that from memory.
Take a left turn.
Sometimes, if you can’t go any further, go back a sentence, a paragraph, a scene, a chapter, and just make a different decision.
Turn left instead of right. Change how someone reacts to an argument. It opens a whole new lane to go down.
Excited for a scene that is in the future?
Write it!
You don’t have to use it word for word in the future. Sometimes, you can copy and paste it in, and sometimes, you can just rewrite it, and you lose none of those thoughts you originally had.
Writing it might remind you of something that needs to happen first to help you get there.
Have more than one story you are working on.
I don’t think you need to be working on four+ stories like I do, but having something to switch to when your brain really isn’t feeling your main is a great way to keep you writing. Call it productive procrastination.
This is the REAL reason I have so many stories uploading.
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Other Somewhat Related Advice
Context Switching
I work on multiple projects at a time, and I tend not to mix them up because they have a different vibe to me. It feels like stepping into each world.
If you are struggling with context switching between stories, I suggest finding a song or making a playlist that gives you that story’s ‘vibe’ and keeping a link to it in your writing folder or snagging a section of your story that captures the vibe you are going for and keeping it off to the side to reread when you need to switch.
Don’t edit the same day you write.
You’re not going to catch errors. Your brain is too familiar with what you wrote. Also, I recommend Grammarly or another grammar checker for all your missing comma and period needs. (Word, Docs, and any other text editor simply won't bully you enough.)
If you hate editing, don’t leave yourself with a painful amount of editing.
When people ask me how I edit my work, how many passes I take, etc, I tend to disappoint them. The short answer is one read-through (after using a grammar checker).
I learned a LONG time ago that as much as it would be nice to write a bunch of dialog and then tell yourself you will go back to add all the actions or write without quotes because it takes time, you will save yourself a lot of time and pain if you learn to write it correctly the first time and then editing won’t be as much of a chore.
I have been writing for years, and I am used to how I write and edit. If you are newer to writing, give it another pass or two, but try to shift some of that work to the writing process, not the editing process.
Make yourself an editing cheat sheet.
Make yourself a doc or a notion of words you notice you use too much or common words you misspell when writing.
I usually make one when I get back and do a post edit (when the story has been up for a while and I get back with fresh eyes and edit it).
Reading through your old work and find things that you don’t like or don’t want to do anymore is a great way to build this list and improve your writing.
Now go write.
Got any advice for me? Reblog and tell me.
#writing problems#writing#writing tips#writers block#writing advice#writer#writing community#writeblr
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31/12/2023 Devlog
Hey everyone! Time for the bi-weekly tumblr update for Steamberry stuff! Except I skipped one because I can't remember why.
I half-wrote it but I think I just wasn't feeling up to finishing and posting.
I haven't been doing extremely well health-wise lately but still powering through.
Summary
Finished writing Chapter 5.5 (the new chapter in WSC)
Finished editing Chapters 6, 7, and 8 of Asher's path
Finished all the profiles for the GS lore book
Have started wrapping up the "side stories" and additional content for the GS lore book
Ramble
Okay so in my last update I was in the middle of editing chapter 5 and was nearly to the start of chapter six in editing Asher's route. I finished up chapter 5...
At that point when I was looking ahead, I started feeling like I wanted to add in a transition scene to move between Chapter 5 and Chapter 6.
As I started plotting out this scene, one of my ideas took on a life of its own and I realised that it might be better to interject a new, fleshed out story incident that would allow me to slow the pacing as well as flesh out the setting and universe a little more. This incident would also let me tie into some earlier events and connect them to something that occurs in chapter 6, also foreshadowing the chapter 6 incident.
Ultimately, this became too much to call a "scene" and I decided to branch it off into a supplementary chapter (IE a chapter a bit shorter than the others and meant to be released along with another chapter.)
Then that chapter ended up being 30,000 words.
So that happened.
After finishing that I went on to finish editing chapters 6, 7, and 8. I am currently on chapter 9. I only have a few more chapters before I'm finished editing Asher's path. As always, during my edits, one of the main things I do is flesh things out.
So obviously the word count has grown from that (and, you know, the 30k extra chapter I invented).
Currently the word count is 468,000 words.
Other Stuff:
I have received several new BGs and a new BG sketch. BGs are continuing to come in at a fairly steady pace.
I now have all the BGs for The Ophelia and the artists are working on other locations finally. OwO
I've also been, here and there, doing small tweaks to the sprites, small additions and fixes.
Gilded Shadows:
As I mentioned, I finally got through all the character profiles. There are so many more characters than I remembered in this game.
Then I got halfway through and realised that I forgot five. And had to insert them, which...meant rearranging pages, which is a pain in the butt. However, that is now complete.
What I'm working on now is finishing up some of the short stories and drabbles I have planned or partially written out and getting them into the lore book.
As well as gathering any other content. The lore book is currently about 350 pages. And I am really hoping to wrap it up soon.
Upcoming Weeks:
Next couple of weeks I will be trying to wrap up the lore book and wrap up editing Asher's Path.
When I finish editing Asher's path I'll be moving on to finish drafting the end sequences for the four remaining characters. I'm starting to have an idea of where the word count is going to end up but will have a better idea for sure when Asher's edit is complete.
I have written over 100,000 words since mid-August, just plugging away and trying to hit at least 1000 words a day.
I hit my year end word count goal of 466,000 words for When Stars Collide but unfortunately did not finish the draft because the draft has grown in size.
But I am really hoping to finish it early next year so we can fully move into phase 2 of When Stars Collide.
I am also hoping to get the final KS stuff resolved for Gilded Shadows early next year as well (the lore book, art book, and some residual art and stuff).
For now, I shall just keep plucking away at it until it's all done.
And that is all for now. I will see you all next year.
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“Wish I Could Be Your Man.”
I had to reshare this again this morning because I couldn’t find it any of the original hashtags I had done. And I spent WAY TOO MUCH TIME writing this for it to not get the recognition it deserves.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x female reader.
Word count: About 11k words. ( I GOT CARRIED AWAY)
Warnings: 18+, SMUTTY- FLUFFY- ANGSTY KIND OF SLOW BURN STORY. Talks of reader moving around a lot, there is angst with crying and fighting between the reader and Eddie at some point. Reader was cheated on by an ex who slept with her best friend. LOTS OF POT SMOKING.(Eddie is her dealer.) There is pussy eating, fingering, sex of course, and not really much dick sucking. No safe sex happens, (WRAP IT UP PLEASE, I AM PREGNANT BY ACCIDENT SO DON’T BE LIKE ME), Reader does drive stoned. (DO NOT DO THAT PLEASE.) Cigarette smoking, other than that I think that’s all???
I did use inspiration from Eddie’s and Chrissy scene in their first hang out.
Requested by: Anonymous, link to request is here. Overall was requested for a female reader x Eddie fic based off the ending of the song, The Summoning By Sleep Token. (I am not taking anymore request at the moment.)
Summary: Reader had moved around most of her life leaving her unwilling to let anyone close to her after having her heart broken at a young age, she’d rather spend her Senior year alone than with people who probably wouldn’t care for her. She starts working at Family Video in which she asks Steve if he knew where she could find the local dealer. After learning about Eddie Munson ,reader starts buying from him, overtime starting to grow fond of him till a small relationship forms. Eddie wants more than the reader is allowing, causing a fight to break out over him begging her to come see his band play. Reader in the end pulls her head out of her ass, and realizes she cares about the boy as much as he cares about her.
Author’s note: I WILL SAY THE BEGINING IS LONG, AND EDDIE DOESN’T COME IN FOR A MINUTE. BUT PLEASE bare with me. I HAD TO ESABILISH SOME KIND OF STORY. You don't get to see Eddie till a little over 2,000 words in. BUT I PROMISE YOU, IT’S WORTH IT.
I spent the last few days working solely on this and have proofread but it was superlong so I hope I didn’t miss anything.
But to whoever requested this I hope you enjoy the vision I had came up with.
Writing Masterlist
Hawkins, Indiana. The home of the small town high school, Hawkins High, which I'll be attending till graduation in the spring.
Other than that, Hawkins was just another small town on the list of places I've lived.
It was a place that probably won't cross my mind ever again when I leave for college in the fall just like any of the other towns I have called home over the years.
My father's job caused us to move so often that I stopped being interested in finding ties to a town I wouldn't be in for long.
Ever since getting a promotion before I went into 7th grade, he has constantly moved our family so he could help run or set up different stores across the country.
In result of that, the longest I tend to stay in a place is just for the school year. Maybe for the summer too if I'm lucky, but that seems to be about every other year.
Growing up with constantly moving made me crave structure. I act like I hate the idea of settling down and making friends, but actually I yearned for it.
I wanted strong friendships, I wanted to be on first name basis with the gas station clerk kind of thing, I wanted everything that came with a normal life.
But over the last few years I didn't see the point in making friends who would stop answering my calls or letters after a few weeks of me moving away.
So that dream life will just have to wait till I go to college next fall.
I had been dreaming of it since the summer of my freshman year.
I even started working that summer to save up for my apartment that I'll have during the four years I plan on attending.
I have so much money saved up because how badly I want this, and have worked my ass off to make sure I will get accepted.
I needed to have control of something in my life and this was the easiest most important way I could.
I thought about my life and the things that made up it as I drove down the run down road towards the high school.
How after having been to five other schools as the new girl, this sixth one probably wasn't going to be any different.
The nerves I had in middle school about starting new were gone now, having died out by freshman year.
The thought of being the new girl wasn't scary anymore, it was now routine.
My tires screech against the pavement as I pull into the parking lot, entering into an empty space.
Knowing what awaited me I grabbed by backpack and Walkman off the passenger side, throwing the worn out headphones over my ears.
My fingers pressing play as I hopped out of the seat of my car.
Walking towards the wide open doors, my eyes studied the school.
Hawkins High wasn't anything special, but neither were most the schools I went to.
It was your normal brick building with the school colors scatter about to capture that 'school spirt', with a big welcome sign seated up front to welcome in the new and returning students.
I reach the doors feeling eyes turn towards me from the lockers lined down the hall, other students taking a glimpse at the unknown student.
I was used to people whispering about me, usually wondering about the newest girl of the year. And I defiantly knew it was going to be bigger news once people found out I was a senior.
Not paying them any mind I followed the wall signs towards the door labeled 'office.'
I spent the twenty minutes before class filling out paperwork as the secretary retrieved my schedule. Reassuring the people in the office multiple times that I didn't need a student to show me around before heading to my classes for the day.
My first few classes were as normal as they could be. The teachers having me introduce myself to the class after realizing there was a new student on their roster. Syllabuses got handed out and read, stating what was expected for each class. And then most students avoiding me like the plague or gave me a small smile and a wave when passing in the hall.
Walking into lunch I felt heads turn towards me, knowing all the small-town kids who've known each other since preschool were talking about the new girl. Wondering if she had somewhere to sit or would dare sit alone.
That was the thing they didn't know though, I would rather sit by myself any day then beg someone to be my friend so I wouldn't be alone.
Finding an empty table near the windows I plopped myself into a seat, music playing through my headphones as I pulled out the work Mrs. Click had given us already.
I wasn't wanting to worry about finishing it later tonight since my first shift at my new job started after school.
I would rather eat a quick lunch on the way there than get off tonight and have to worry about finishing the assignment.
After lunch was over the second half of the day seemed to fly by, surprising me as the clock hit four pm when I got home.
I threw my bag onto my bed, grabbing the dark green Family Video vest off my chair as I made my way back to my car.
The job didn't seem like anything special from the outside and I doubt it was going to change my life or anything. But it was a way to make money and something to keep me occupied during my time here in Hawkins.
The sound of the bell ringing greeted me as I entered the store, causing me to groan internally because I knew soon I was going to loathe the sound.
My line of vision hit the front desk, looking for the man named Steve Harrington, who Keith told me would be training me today.
A tall brunette comes from behind the shelf, huge hands holding a small stack of tapes.
"Welcome to Fam- Oh, you must be (Y/N) the new hire. I'm Steve." He smiles, eyes glimmering as they meet the vest I'm wearing.
"That's me." I shrug slightly, watching as he studied me.
Steve wasn't bad looking and defiantly was not my usual type, but he wasn't something I wouldn't mind looking at from time to time. I memorized the way his longish hair sat and freckles that scattered across his neck to the way his muscles peaked out from under his polo as he held the tapes.
Realizing he had spent 30 seconds too long staring, he coughed awkwardly motioning his head towards the back of the counter.
"We should probably get you clocked in before we start training you in the 'Family Video way." He quotes sarcastically.
His free hand making quotations causing me to roll my eyes playfully in response.
Steve notices, laughing lightly while he placed the tapes on the counter.
"It's what Keith says we have to say when we train someone new. But I think he just likes trying to make my job a little harder." Steve explains, rummaging through a drawer till he pulls out a blank time card.
Laughing at his comment, I take the time card and pen from his grasp.
"So you can smile, I was worried you were going to have the whole 'I'm going to kill you vibe' all night long." He teases, watching as I write my name and the date across the paper.
"Don't get too excited, if I end up not liking you it could still happen." I shake my head playfully, going to sign on the time.
"You can write you were here 10 minutes earlier, Keith never checks the cameras." Steve promises, catching me off guard as my eyebrow raises in response.
"You trying to get me fired already Steve?" I mock, watching his lips turn up into a smile.
"I wouldn't do that unless you actually tried to kill me." He jokes, causing me to grin in amusement, scribbling 4:15 onto my time card.
The bell rings again for the second time that night as I look over to him,
"Looks like we have our first customer of the night." I sigh, placing my time card with the rest on the counter.
As the night went on I realized my job here at Family Video was actually one of the easier jobs I've had over the years.
There really wasn't much to it other than helping customers, keeping track and stocking innovatory, taking care of the store plus it's merchandise and either closing or opening the store depending on your shift.
Not to mention as well that Steve was surprisingly a good trainer. He was fun, light hearted, and didn't get upset or acted like I was stupid if I forgot how to do something. Instead he would explain it again understanding sometimes it was hard to get used to some things.
The night went by fast due to the steady stream of customers we had, which Steve promised wasn't normal for a Monday and that next week would probably feel so slow compared to today.
Steve had allowed me to do honors of locking the door after waving off the last customer of the night, celebrating a successful evening.
We finished rewinding the brought back tapes and putting them into their designated areas before closing down the register, deciding to save sweeping and mopping for last.
Steve followed behind me as I swept, mopping the hardwood floors.
"How is Hawkins treating you so far?" Steve asks filling the quiet air while swirling the soapy mop against the walkway.
Thinking about my response I stop sweeping, turning towards him.
"Can I be honest or are you going to judge me if I say the wrong thing?" I ask him with a serious look on my face.
Stopping his movements as well, he brings his eyes to mine.
"Why would I judge you?" He asks, bringing his hand to his hip while the other hand leaned against the mop handle.
"Hawkins has been fine the past couple of days, but uh" I trail off, moving my eyes down to the broom handle I was playing with nervously.
"But?" He asks as I sigh, lifting my eyes back up to meet his.
"But I can't seem to find out where to get any uh-stuff around here." I tell him, hoping he would understand.
"What stuff?" He asks confused, causing me to roll my eyes at the boy.
"Weed Harrington, weed. I haven't learned who sells here yet." I laugh watching the realization of what I meant wash over his face.
"Oh okay. Well that's easy, you could go to Eddie Munson." He tells me, dipping the mop back into the bucket of water.
"So where do I find him then?" I ask, going back to moving the broom across the floor, picking up pieces of dirt and dust.
"Uh, I think he's actually in school again this year since I didn't see him at graduation. So you could probably find him tomorrow." He answers, letting the loud thud of the mop head hit the floor.
"But be careful around him." Steve warns, lifting up a finger to me.
Stopping my movements again I turn towards the boy.
"Wait why be careful?" I ask him, confused on why he would say that. Unless the guy was like a serial killer or something.
"He's just a little bit of a freak. He listens to crazy music and of course as I told you deals drugs. Plus he plays that kid game, DND, and he's also in like a satanic band." Steve explains, the judgment in his voice lingering as he mops the dry wood.
"In a band you say. Does he play the guitar? Can he sing?" I joke, going back to finishing the floor.
"Yeah, I think he does play and if you want to call what he does singing." Steve answers, chuckling slightly.
"Sounds like he may be my type Harrington." I tease, knowing he's rolling his eyes behind me while we finish closing the store.
Heading into the school the next morning I was praying to find this Eddie Munson that Steve had told me to find.
I was desperate need of release because I finished the rest of my stash after getting off work last night.
If I don't get something soon I don't know how I'll survive the stress of senior year and work.
I had asked Steve before getting into my car where I would more than likely find him at school but he didn't have a clear answer since he didn't know much about the boy.
Just said I'll know he's him when I see him, that him and his friends are different from everyone else the high school.
Which basically left me with nothing, because what the hell was the supposed to mean?
I've came to notice two things over the years when figuring out who the dealer or dealers of the schools were. They were usually either the jocks no one would expect or the students with just enough charisma that they could convince anyone they wouldn't dare do that.
But they didn't always fall into those categories.
I scanned the halls as I walked to my first class, seeing the usual cheerleaders and jocks in their letterman jackets but none of them giving off the vibe of the local dealer.
The rest of the students left in the hall looked like they wouldn't dare touch it, let alone sell it.
None of them looked the way Steve had led me to believe Eddie would look like.
I felt discouraged as I sat down at my desk, hopping to find him at some point in the day. But at the moment it felt like I was looking for a needle in a haystack.
By the time lunch came around I wondered if Steve might have been wrong about him still being in school. Maybe he did graduate and Steve hadn't noticed. Or maybe he dropped out, having not wanted to finish school.
Or maybe he wasn't as bad as Steve tried to make him out to be so I'm looking for the wrong person.
Sitting down at the table I had sat the day before, I listened to the music playing through my ears. My eyes scanning the room over the top of my book.
I saw the usual cliques as I looked around the room but nothing screaming "Satan worshipers' like Steve had warned.
Turning my line of vision towards the tables in front of me I see a group stand out over the rest of the students a few tables down.
The occupants of the table were wearing leather jackets, torn vests and jeans. Just overall looking like themselves compared to the other students who looked like they walked out of a page of the latest magazine.
Leaning back slightly I eyed the table. My vision being drawn to the front to see a long curly haired brunette telling what seemed to be a dramatic story. The rest of the table watched in awe, laughing and making comments at the boy.
I took his appearance in, he was wearing black jeans that were ripped at the knee. There was a chain poking out beside him, the leather jacket he wore had a battle vest paired with. It had patches and pins scattered across it. The hand that brought whatever he was eating to his mouth were decorated in chunky silver rings, leather and chain bracelets sticking out as his sleeve rolled down slightly.
That has to be him, I thought to myself as I drooled mentally for a second.
I may have been right, this man was just my type.
I decided to let myself admire him for a second longer, not realizing he would notice the feeling of my eyes observing him so soon.
His eyes turned to meet mine as I adverted my sight quickly towards the words in front of me, feeling my face reddening slightly while the boy watched me for a moment.
I didn't dare to look up from my book the rest of lunch and wondered if the stares I felt were coming from him or someone else in the room.
I was one of the first students out of the lunch room when the bell rang to dismiss us.
Nervous about having been caught, I headed to the bathroom before going to class to catch my breath for a second.
Making my way down the hall I turn the corner not expecting to run chest first into someone this late into the passing period.
"Oh shit I'm so- you're new right?" I hear as I look at the chest of the person I ran into.
The battle vest and leather looking familiar as I took in the pins and patches, realizing as I stepped back that I had ran into the person I've been looking for.
"Are you alright?" He asks with concern in his voice, his hand moving to touch my forearm gently.
"I'm fine, just kind of shocked that's all." I laugh lightly, lifting my gaze to meet his to see the worry in his eyes disappear.
"And uh- yeah I just moved here for my senior year." I finish, watching his brown eyes crinkle while his lip curl up into a smile.
"Well welcome to Hawkins, I'm Eddie. Eddie Munson, I do wish we could of had a less painful introduction than this though." He grins, dimples popping out as he extends his hand towards mine.
"(Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." I smile lightly, taking his hand into mine.
The bell above us rings making me pull my hand away in shock as we realize passing period is now over.
"I should get going if actually plan on graduating this year." Eddie chuckles, pulling his hand back awkwardly.
Nodding in agreement we both stand there for a second, neither of us taking the first step to leave.
"Before I go, I uh saw you sitting alone at lunch. And if you want you could always join me and the rest of hellfire." He offers, twirling the ring on his left pointer finger nervously. A small blush playing on his cheeks, while he glances down at his shoes.
"Hellfire? Is that your band?" I ask curiously, watching his demeanor change in response.
"It's not, but you have heard of me?" He questions with amusement in his voice. His body stands a little taller, moving to lean against the lockers next to me as his arms cross across his chest. Smile tugging on his lips playfully.
"I had um- asked around about finding uh- supplies and I got your name along with some warnings." I tell him sheepishly, hearing his laugh escape through his lips.
"Sounds about right, just I can't get you stuff at the moment." Eddie tells me, glancing at the clock on the wall.
"But we are already late, so how do you feel about going out to the woods?" Eddie asks with a raised eyebrow, bringing his fingers to his lips in a smoking motion.
"I would beg please." I laugh, watching his smile widen.
He leads me out the door in the hallway, showing me the way to the picnic table in the woods.
I sit down across from him watching him dig around the pack of camels he pulled out of his jacket pocket.
Pulling out an already rolled joint Eddie smiles in triumph, handing it to me along with his lighter.
"Most people around here have smoked my weed at some point before they even come up to me. So um since you're new I figured you can smoke it before you decide to buy it." Eddie explains, watching as I bring the joint to my lips. The clicking of the lighter lighting the paper into a burning ember.
Inhaling I feel the familiar haze wash over my body and mind releasing all the stress and tension the day had brought so far.
Coughing slightly due to the harsh hit, I pass the joint back to Eddie.
"Thank you, you don't know how bad I needed this." I thank him, exhaling the thick smoke into the air around us.
"Trust me, I get it. High school and life can be rough." He welcomes, bringing the burning smoke to his lips.
"So tonight doesn't work for me to meet up with you because I'm playing at the hideout tonight. But I could meet up with you here tomorrow or after school at one of our places if you're comfortable with that." He tells me, as my smaller fingers takes the joint back from between his.
"I couldn't do tonight anyway because I work Tuesdays, but I can do tomorrow. And meeting at your house will work, I need to learn my way around town anyway." I laugh lightly feeling the high starting to hit me as I breathe out what was left of my hit.
"So what's the hideout?" I ask him curiously, seeing his eyes spark up as he takes a hit.
"It's just some shitty bar here in town, and it's pretty cool actually. And we get a crowd there of about um- five drunks." Eddie tells me, humor in voice.
I hear myself giggle in response, fingers brushing against his more the higher I get.
"Yeah, it's not exactly the Garden, but you gotta start somewhere right?" He finishes, playfully shrugging his shoulders.
"So is that what you hope to do with your life? Get somewhere with your music?" I ask, taking the second to last hit that was left.
"That's the plan. I love music and love the thought of being able to travel the country while doing what I love." Eddie nods, taking the joint between his lips before putting it out on the table.
"If that's what you want, then it sounds nice. I think everyone should do what makes them happy." I tell him, touching his forearm gently.
"How about you? What plan do you have?" He questions, resting his chin on his hand.
"Um, I've moved around every year the last five, six years so I'm really trying to make it to college and decide from there." I admit to him.
"So we're on two different spectrums?" He chuckles, as I nod in agreement.
"So it would seem." I laugh lightly.
"Do you know much are you wanting tomorrow?" Eddie asks, pulling a cigarette out of the pack on the table.
"What are your prices?" I ask him, watching him light the cigarette.
He inhales, chewing on his lip for a second before talking.
"I can do a half ounce for um $20." Eddie offers, lifting the cigarette up for me to take.
"That works and would be great." I smile, taking the cigarette from him.
"You know you don't seem as bad as people say." I tell him as the cigarette rest on my lips, my glassy eyes smiling over at him.
"Mean and scary?" Eddie asks, hand rubbing his cheek while a smile forms.
"Yeah." I nod, biting back my smile as I pass him the cigarette.
"Actually in other good news- flattery works with me. " Eddie smiles, as I raise an eyebrow.
"So uh 25% discount for the half. I can do fifteen bucks. But just so you know, you're robbing me blind here." He finishes, with a grin and a blush across his face when he brings the cigarette to his lips.
The moment in the woods with Eddie helped me surive the rest of my classes and made me ready to set Steve straight at work.
"Steve, he is not that bad." I tell him grabbing my time card out of the stack.
"Who?" He asks, glancing up from the computer.
"Eddie." I tell him scrunching my eyebrow, because who else would I be talking about?
"Whatever you say." He shakes his head, tying away on the keyboard.
"So does that mean you got your stuff?" Steve asks, looking up to me as I peak over from the side of him to watch him check accounts for past due movies.
"No, but I did talk to him. We're supposed to meet at his place tomorrow." I shrug, watching him mark an account with a late charge.
"Meeting at his place huh?" Steve teases, playful smirk on his face as I bump my hip against his shoulder.
"Stop it's not like that, plus I don't do relationships. I learned that after my freshman year." I tell him, crossing my arms over my chest.
"You do know you don't have to be in a relationship for stuff to happen right?" He asks, eyes meeting playfully with mine.
"Steve, we aren't close enough yet for you to tease me like this. Now stop before I do go back to having my murderous stare." I laugh, giving him another small shove.
"I was just saying." He shrugs, going back to typing away.
The next day and a half went by fast as I waited in anticipation for meeting with Eddie.
Pulling into the Munson's drive, I felt more nervous now than I had felt about starting school.
It felt different being here than being out in the woods with him since now I knew he wasn't a dick like some of the drug dealers I had in the past.
Walking up to the door I take a deep breath as I knocked, praying to god Eddie would be the one to answer.
A few moments after my fist met the door, it opens to reveal a smiling Eddie.
"Hey, you made it, come on in." He tells me, extending his arm out into the home.
"Why wouldn't I?" I ask him, taking a step inside.
All the mugs scattered on the walls catches my eye as I scan over them. Turning towards him with a raised brow, I smile watching him redden up a bit.
"Yeah sorry about that, they're my uncle's. It's just me and him here, but don't worry he's already gone for work. And uh, I was worried you might have decided against meeting here." Eddie tells me, leading me to the kitchen.
"But anyway, my stuff is on the counter over here." He motions to the counter where a scale and a jar sat.
I watched as he set the scale, weighting the product to measure it out.
"You want to take a look?" Eddie asks taking a step back so I could read the scale.
"Eddie that's a little more than a half?" I turn towards him to see him nodding lightly.
"Consider it a gift for being a first time buyer." He winks, going to bag it up for me.
"Can I just give you $20 then, you're already giving me a great deal." I beg digging into my purse for the money before holding it out to him.
"I told you 15 yesterday so it's 15."He shakes his head, pushing away the 20.
"That was for a half though, and this clearly isn't a half." I argue holding the bag he gives me, feeling bad because he gave me two more grams than he was supposed to on top of the deal he was already giving me.
"Sweetheart, it's fine I promise you." Eddie reassures me, as I feel my cheeks redden at the nickname.
"Whatever you say Eddie." I sigh, going to grab a 10 and a 5 to complete the transaction.
Eddie walks me to back to the front door, his hand resting in his back pocket.
"Thank you for this, it should last me a while." I tell him, tapping my purse.
"It's no problem really, thank you for coming to me." He smiles, freehand rubbing the back of his neck.
"Well it's kind of late, I should probably be heading home." I trail, looking around nervously, not wanting to intrude.
I'm about to reach the doorknob as Eddie interrupts.
"Unless you want to stay for a little while?" He asks, causing me to turn back around.
"We could watch a movie and match joint for joint?" He offers as my thumb plays with the strap of my purse while I contemplate staying.
I don't usually hang out with people, let alone smoke with other people, especially more than once.
But he doesn't seem to be a horrible person to be around, and I probably will be seeing him for a good amount of the next year.
"Okay." I nod, watching Eddie's face light up.
We sat there watching something that was playing on TV, surrounded in thick smoke as we passed the joint back and forth. Bodies naturally getting closer with each pass we do.
"So what do you do in your free time? Other than smoke obviously?" Eddie asks me, pulling my attention away from the movie.
"Oh um, I mostly work or just do homework. Like I said the other day, I've been dreaming of college so I mostly just focus on that." I tell him, blowing out smoke.
"I wish I could say the same for me, this is my third year as a senior. My GPA is like less than 1 if that's even possible." He admits to me, a nervous laugh following as I give him the joint.
I watch him take a hit, feeling shy to look over after sharing the information.
Leaning in a bit more, I rest my hand on his freehand.
"Hey, at least you're here. There's many people who would of gave up after failing the first time. Plus everyone has their own speed, life isn't a race to win." I smile softly, Eddie's brown eyes moving to meet mine.
"Plus, if you ever need help you could just ask me." I tell him, feeling my eyes glimmer.
"Thank you." He nods before opening his mouth again.
"I actually really think this is my year." Eddie tells me smiling slightly, causing me to laugh lightly in response.
"Yeah?" I grin at him.
"Yeah," He nods, giving my hand a light squeeze.
Seeing through the cloudiness in my brain, I realize we're still holding hands after a few moments.
Pulling away, I glance over to the clock by the TV.
"It's been fun, but I should really get going." I tell Eddie, standing up.
"It is getting late, but I'll see you at school tomorrow right?" He asks, standing up as well.
"Yeah, I'll be there." I nod at him, feeling him watch me gather my things.
"Think you might sit with Hellfire at lunch?" Eddie questions as I start heading towards the door.
Reaching the door I turn around slightly, hand resting on the knob.
"Probably not Eddie, nothing against you or them I promise. I just don't like to make friends, I've lost too many of them over the years." I confess, his face dropping slightly as he nods.
"Well if you ever change your mind, there's always a spot available." He smiles lightly, trying to mask the pain while taking a step forward.
"But really thank you for this Eddie, I really needed it." I tell him truthfully. Taking a step forward before I realize what I'm doing, I find my lips being placed on his cheek.
Pulling away shocked at my actions, I open the door quickly, turning to tell him goodbye.
"I'll see you soon, I promise," I smile, basically running out of his trailer.
It's been a little over a month of me living in Hawkins since that first transaction with Eddie.
School had been decent and working with Robin and Steve had actually been a blessing. I don't know how I would survive there without them.
Eddie and I talk quite a bit actually, sometimes just in passing through the halls. Sometimes before entering lunch as he asks me if I'm sure I didn't want to sit at his table, which I reassure him I'm okay alone especially since I usually work on homework anyway and didn't want any distractions.
Sometimes we just meet up in the woods for a smoke break on days that seem unbearable.
With everything going on with Eddie and the duo at work I've been feeling conflicted and have been questioning everything.
I don't usually allow myself to be so vulnerable with people.
I've had laughs with them, hell have hung out with them all at some point even.
That wasn't who I was when I got here, I hadn't allowed myself to feel for years before moving here.
It has me wondering what was in the air here in Hawkins.
Hell Robin even sits next me in the few classes we have together, leaving me to have a partner when a teacher says to partner up for the first time in years.
I am thankful for her though because she does make school not be as boring.
Exiting our last class for the day, Robin follows me towards my locker.
"What are you doing today on your day off?" She asks as I open the door.
"I have no idea, but I need to talk to Eddie about getting some more.. stuff soon." I whisper quietly motioning to the teachers standing outside their doors.
"On a Friday?" She smirks teasingly.
"Stop, it's not like that." I tell her, rolling my eyes while putting away the books I didn't need.
"Mmmh. Well because of Dustin I know they have Hellfire tonight, but I'm sure Eddie would love meeting up with you after its over, you know late at night." Robin says playfully, leaning against the locker next to mine.
"Robin, I swear to god I will quit our job right now leaving to work with either Steve or Keith alone on all of your shifts." I raise an eyebrow, challenging her to continue.
"Okay, I'll stop but I just think you two would be cute, and I know you two like each other. I can see it." She says holding her books in defense.
"I think you're delusional, plus shouldn't you be leaving to get to work on time since band isn't needed today?" I ask her, packing my backpack.
"Okay, I may be delusional most days but I promise you not on this." Robin laughs, removing her back from the locker.
"And yeah, Steve's probably outside. I'll see you tomorrow night at work though, and make sure you tell me everything that happens." She calls out, turning down to walk towards the exit.
"Nothing is going to happen!" I yell, hearing footsteps approach me on my other side.
"What's not going to happen?" A curious Eddie asks as I look over.
"Robin was just being stupid and teasing me about not having anything to do on a Friday since I'm off." I shake my head, throwing my bag over my shoulder while my free hand closed my locker.
"Oh?" He asks, playing with his rings.
"Yeah, but actually would you be free tonight for me to come... visit? I got paid yesterday." I trail off, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.
"Are you already out again?" Eddie chuckles as I redden.
"No but I'm getting close, I don't think you understand how much I uh-consume a day." I chose my words carefully, waving as Mrs. Click walks pass us.
"Would around 8:30/9 work for you? I have hellfire tonight and it's probably going to go on late tonight." He asks.
"Yeah, I'll be there then. Thank you, see you then." I smile, touching his arm before waving goodbye.
I wait till it's closer to nine to leave my house, determining it would be better to arrive later in case he wasn't done as early as he thought.
Pulling into his driveway I see his van parked and Eddie waiting on the porch for me, smoking a cigarette.
"How was your campaign?" I ask climbing out of my car as he stands up.
"It actually went really well, how was having some free time for once?" Eddie teases while I make my way to the porch.
"Actually I uh did homework for most the night, but now I don't have to worry about finishing anything this weekend." I tell him, shrugging slightly, feeling my lips turn up into a smile.
"You're something else (Y/L/N)." He chuckles, opening his door for me.
"Same as usual right?" Eddie asks as I nod.
As he goes to weight it I sit on the couch opening my draw string bag I brought with me.
"Yow know, I um checked this out last night before I left work because in the next couple months everyone's going to want it once the second one comes out. I still haven't gotten around to re-watching it, and really don't want to waste the money I spent renting it?" I explain, waving Nightmare On Elm Street between my fingers.
"Is that your way of asking if I want to watch it with you tonight?" Eddie grins teasingly, walking over to hand me the bag he filled.
"Might be." I laugh, handing him his money and the tape.
"What if I would of been busy tonight?' He questions, humor in his voice as he puts the tape in.
"Then I guess you would of had to cancel." I tell him, raising an eyebrow as Eddie shakes his head making his way towards the couch.
Smoke filled the room while we watched the movie.
Even though I had seen this a few times, I tucked my head against his shoulder throughout different portions of the movie. My high making me jump more than I would usually.
"Scared princess?" Eddie smirks, lighting another joint he had rolled.
"No," I lie, taking the joint from him as he gives me a blank stare.
"I'm not, I'm more like grossed out." I laugh, bringing it to my lips, still leaning onto him with my feet tucked under me.
"Don't like gore?" He asks, watching my mouth pull away from the joint.
"No, not at all." I admit, holding down a cough as his fingers linger longer than usual when I pass him the smoke.
"Then why would you pick a glory movie?" Eddie snorts.
"I didn't remember it being it this bad." I tell him truthfully, feeling his arm wrap around to hold me while he leans forward to ash the joint.
"You know, if you wanted to cuddle with me you could of just asked." Eddie jokes, leaning back to pass it to me.
"I didn't want to cuddle with you." I shake my head in response, inhaling the smoke.
I felt my cheeks start to redden as the air seemed to shift, wondering if there was tension between us or if I was just high and imagining it.
"Babe, you're already are." Eddie laughs, giving my side that he was holding a light squeeze.
"Munson, if I wanted to get under you I wouldn't have had to use a scary movie, that's just more work on my part." I tell him, smirk playing on my lip as I give him the last hit.
"Are you calling me easy?" He asks, eyes gleaming as he inhales the rest before putting it out, strong grip never leaving my side.
"I don't know, are you?" I tease, feeling my heart starting to beat faster at the way he was looking at me.
"Are you trying to find out?" He questions, eyes moving from my lips to my eyes while his hand traces circles on the exposed part of my hip.
I took a deep breath, resting my hand onto his chest.
"And if I was? What would you do?" I ask batting my eyes lightly, the glimmer of the forgotten movie lighting his face.
"What would you let me do?" He gulps, other hand moving to hold my knee.
"Honestly? Anything." I barely whisper, this time taking my eyes from his to his lips and back.
Taking that as a sign, Eddie leans in gently. His lips brushing against mine as his hand lightly digs into my thigh, both of us holding our breath as our lips meet.
Kissing back slowly, I feel him part his lips lightly against mine. The tenderness of the kiss making me breath heavy as he presses into the kiss a little harder. I feel my hand grip his shirt tighter as my other hand moved to hold the back of his head.
We sit there for a few minutes, lips connecting sweetly as we explore each other's mouths. His tongue lightly licking my bottom lip before entering. The feeling of his hair between my fingers made me moan as he ran his tongue against mine, a little rougher than how he had been kissing me.
Not removing my mouth from his, I lift myself up slightly so I can slide onto his lap. Straddling him, I feel his hands move to hold the tops of my thighs as I slowly rock my hips against his. The kisses start to get a little heavier as I start pulling his jacket off his chest, biting his lip lightly between kisses.
I felt like I never wanted this moment to end, the taste of weed and cigarettes taking up my taste buds as I slide my tongue against his. Eddie groans against my mouth, his hands roaming up underneath my shirt to hold me close.
Pulling away I felt my chest feeling like my heart was about to burst through my shirt.
"Eddie?" I ask him, resting my forehead against his.
"Hm?" He hums at me, breathing as heavily as I was.
"If you want this, then that's all this will ever be. Nothing more, and I'm okay with it if you are but I just needed you to know in case you thought this was something else." I tell him watching him take in the information as I pull back slightly.
"If you don't want to do that then we can forget this ever happened." I continue nervously, loosening up my grip on his shirt.
Eddie licks his lips lightly as I held my breath. In reality it had only been a few seconds but the cloudiness of my mind made it feel like forever.
"(Y/N), I'm okay with this if you are." He reassures me, hands moving to hold my hips as he looked at me deeply.
"Are you sure? I don't want you to do something you don't actually want to do." I ask, watching as he groans teasingly.
"God, why won't you listen to what I say?" Eddie laughs, moving to lay me down on the couch beneath him.
Climbing over me, I smile as he hovers above my face.
"When I say I'm okay with something, I'm okay with it. Doesn't matter if it's this, giving you more weed, or anything. If I said it's okay, then it's okay." Eddie tells me, smile playing on his lips.
"Okay." I nod biting my lip as he leans down to connect his with mine again.
Pulling away he starts kissing on my neck, hands running beneath my shirt to pinch my nipples lightly causing me to gasp underneath him.
"Now, let me make you feel good." Eddie breaths against me, licking a sensitive spot on my neck.
"Okay," I nod, eyes closed as I whimper at the feeling of his rough tongue against my neck. The coolness of it soothing the hash bites and nips he trails across it.
"Good, because you deserve to relax princess." He tells me, tongue connecting with my ear lobe, as my shoulder tenses in response.
"Uh, uh. Sweetheart, lets see you loosen up." He tsks, biting my lobe, causing me to cry out beneath him as I take a deep breathe in hopes of relaxing my body.
"Good girl sweetheart, how about we get these pants off?" Eddie praises, pulling up to unbutton my jeans.
Hooking his long fingers with the inside of the pants, he pulls them down completely along with the purple lace panties I had wore tonight.
"Aw did you expect something to happen tonight sweetheart?" He teases, tossing them to the floor.
"No, but I wore them in case." I admit, breathing hitching as he licks up my thigh. His mouth leaving small bites while one of his hands moved to sperate my legs. Pulling it over on to his shoulder.
A gasp slips my lips when Eddie takes his tongue lightly between my folds, licking softly.
One of my hand move to hold his hair as he dives in, tongue meeting my clit as he slowly circles around it.
"Hold as tightly as you need baby." Eddie tells me, taking one hand and tracing his finger up and down slowly before slipping it inside of me. As I arche my back in response feeling Eddie smirk against me.
Matching speed with his finger, he flicked his tongue against my clit while he pumped his finger in and out of me leaving me moaning beneath him.
Taking my freehand I move to lift up my shirt, feeling Eddie help me slide it up with his other hand.
Pitching my nipple I look down to make eye contact with Eddie as he moans against me, brown eyes shinning towards mine.
He adjusts himself so he can support himself up and pay attention my other nipple while my hand holds his hair.
Feeling that usual squeeze in my stomach, I cry out feeling him add another finger.
The feeling of his mouth licking and sucking lightly on my clit driving me wild as the edges of his rings press inside of me when he curls his fingers, pumping them in and out.
"Come on princess, let yourself go. It's okay to relax," Eddie mumbles against me.
"I feel you tensing beneath me. Just breathe okay? Let yourself cum all over me." He assures me before diving back into pleasing me.
Nodding, I take a deep breath, allowing my body to feel the pleasure coming from all directions.
Eddie speeds up a little bit. Fingers pumping faster as his tongue rubs against my clit at the same pace.
"I'm getting close Eddie." I cry out, leaning forward more as he hums against me, bringing his eyes back to mine.
I feel the usual wave of emotion hit my body as I unwind all over him, screaming out his name as he rides out my high on his mouth and fingers.
He pulls fingers out of me, bringing them to my mouth which I opened up obediently for him, licking and sucking on them while he licks me clean below.
"Such a good girl baby." Eddie smirks, pulling away from me as he wipes his mouth clean.
"Think you're ready for me? Or do you need a moment?" He asks, sitting up to undo his jeans.
"I'm ready for you." I nod, leaning forward to help him pull them down as his cock springs up.
"You're just full of many surprises aren't you Munson?" I smirk, leaning forward to lick up his long shaft, hearing him groan from the friction.
"Sweetheart as much as I would love to see what that mouth could do, I almost came while taking care of you." Eddie chuckles, hand going underneath my chin to stop me when I tried to go back down on him.
Nodding I sit up, pulling my shirt off completely as he pulls his off over his head as well.
Climbing on to him I position him below me, moving down slowly as his hands grip my hips harshly.
"Fuck (Y/N), you feel so fucking good wrapped around me baby." Eddie breathes, face scrunching up in pleasure as he bottoms out into me.
"You're so big Eddie, stretching me out completely." I tell him, eyes rolling to the back of my head as I rock against him.
The feeling of his huge cock hitting my cervix makes me whimper as I started to lift and roll my hips against his.
Leaning forward I attach my mouth to his Adam's apple that he had exposed while being a moaning mess beneath me.
I bite the area lightly, letting my nails dig into his chest while I worked on his neck.
"Fuck baby, just like that." Eddie groans, making me moan as I feel the vibrations through his neck while I licked and sucked all over him.
I whimper feeling him adjust below me as he starts pounding into me while I work my hips down.
Moving his head so his lips meet mine, I moan into the kiss, tongue sliding against his as I struggled to hold myself still against him. All the movement from both us making me cry out as I felt my stomach starting to turn again.
Feeling Eddie let go of one side of me, I feel my body shutter when his thumb meets my clit, rubbing a circular motion as we both chased to find our highs.
Eddie moves his other hand to hold my throat, making me look straight at him as he pounds up into me.
"Come on baby, you can do it. " He mutters, leaning down to bite my collarbone.
"Let yourself cum for me again baby, just remember to breathe okay?" Eddie orders bringing kisses to my jaw.
I feel my airway tightening as he brings his mouth towards my neck and ear, licking and sucking making me want to scream as I try my hardest to breathe through the stimulation at hand.
"Cum for me princess, cum all over my cock." He whispers.
Taking a deep breathe I cry out feeling my stomach twist, knowing I was done for.
"Eddie, I'm cumming. Fuck." I let out, feeling him not stop his motions as I ride out my orgasm.
Once I was done I felt Eddie twitch inside me, warm liquid pooling as his thrusts got sloppier.
Pulling off of him, I lay down onto the couch, not being able to breathe.
Eddie gets up tiredly, walking to find me a cloth get get cleaned up with.
"Do you want to stay the night?" Eddie asks, still breathing heavily as he hands me my clothes. Shaking my head, I go to pull my shirt over my head.
"Eddie I can't, I told you what this was going to be. That's going out of territory." I sigh, standing up to put on my bottoms.
"Come on just this once, it's late and you're still a little stoned. We smoked more that usual and I don't want to risk you getting hurt." He pleads, grabbing my hand to pull me towards him.
I sigh, looking up into his eyes while pressed against his chest, knowing he was right.
"Only this one time Munson, I swear." I tell him, watching his eyes light up the few inches above mine.
It didn't end up being that one night only.
It's been a few more months since that night and I have spent the night at least one time every weekend, breaking my own rule because I couldn't say no to those big doe eyes.
It had became ritual to hook up either before school or after school, (sometimes even during school,) at least once a day.
Robin and Steve have teased me, especially the day after the first night because it looked like I had been mauled by a bear by the time I had gotten to work the next day.
But they say I look happier, which I shrug off because there wasn't any reason for me to be happier. We were just two people hooking up.
At least we were supposed to be.
But not long after, things started to go into a territory it shouldn't have.
It started off with small things, Eddie leaving notes in my locker. Sometimes leaving hand picked flowers in my drivers side for me to find after school.
Hell he even brought me lunch at work a few times, trying to pass it off that it was because Dustin wanted to visit Steve.
With every action I would ask him if he was okay with what we're doing, scared he wasn't. But he would always say he was fine with our arrangement, it was my fault I listened.
It wasn't that I didn't like how Eddie was treating me, to be honest I was shocked most the time because I had never had anyone do the things he's done.
The last time I had fully dated anyone was my freshman year and we promised each other to still talk over the summer and see about me coming down to visit. But before I was supposed to visit I found out he had started hooking up with the girl who was supposed to be my best friend.
After that I swore I wasn't going to date again, or make friends, just leave things casual with me and anyone.
Which is why I wasn't sure how casual it was with me laying in Eddie's arms cuddling with him on a Friday night after hooking up for probably the millionth time.
I felt his fingers run up and down my arm as my eyes grew heavy.
"Do you think you could come see me play Tuesday?" He asks out of nowhere causing my eyes to open up wide.
"What?" I question, sitting up slightly to look down at him.
"Would you come see us play Tuesday, it's been months of this and you still haven't came to a show." Eddie tells me, moving to sit up with me.
Holding one of his blankets to my chest, I stand up.
"Eddie, you know I work Tuesdays." I tell him nervously, looking for my clothes on the floor.
"Just ask for the day off." He shrugs, standing up with me.
Grabbing my shirt off the floor, I throw it on.
"Eddie why would I ask for a day off to see you play? We aren't serious enough for me to do that." I ask him, feeling anger starting to take over.
"Not serious enough (Y/N)? Then what the hell have we been doing?" He expresses, raising his voice slightly as I grab my jeans.
"We've been having fun Eddie, and it's not my fault if you couldn't keep your eyes on the agreement we had made." I spit at him, the words hitting him like venom.
"Well I'm sorry for thinking you had started to feel the same way I did." Eddie rolls his eyes, grabbing his shirt to put on.
"I think we need to end this." I tell him going to grab my purse as he pulls my hand.
"Wait, please don't go." He begs as I take a deep breath, realizing how serious this fight had gotten.
"Eddie, I think I need to leave before you get hurt and your heart gets broken." I whisper, watching his eyes break.
"(Y/N) I don't care if you hurt me, because guess what if you walk out that door my heart is going to break either way. I would rather have whatever this is as long as I can before it does get broken." Eddie admits to me causing my eyes to water, tear slipping down my face.
Shaking him off my arm and wiping away the tears, I start walking towards the door before turning around slightly.
"That's why I have to go Eddie, I couldn't stand to know how much you were hurting and that it was my fault. I might as well leave before it gets worse." I apologize, turning towards the door before rushing out.
Eddie follows me out in his boxers and t-shirt calling out to me, begging for me to stay and fix things.
I ignored his advances pulling out of his drive with tears streaming heavily, seeing him follow me out into the street, yelling as he watched me drive away.
Getting home I made my parents promise to tell anyone who may show up other than Robin that I wasn't feeling well or accepting visitors.
I called out from work the next two days, knowing Eddie would show up looking for me and I wouldn't be able to handle seeing him.
Robin came by Sunday night after work demanding to know what was going on.
"Tell me what is going on with you? It's not like you to call out one day let alone two in a row." She asks sitting next to me while I sniffle against my pillow, not wanting to look at her.
"I just feel like a bad person. I broke one of my few rules and hurt someone important to me." I tell her, feeling the sympathy radiate off of her.
"Is this about Eddie?" She whispers quietly, bringing her hand to rub my hair.
"Mmh. And god, why do you and Steve have to be so great too? All of you made me break my rules." I sob into my pillow as she laughs lightly, patting my head.
"(Y/N) most rules are meant to be broken at one point or another." Robin tells me as I catch my breath to look at her.
"You don't understand why I have them." I remind her, sitting up slightly as she scoots over.
"Then tell me, and then maybe tell Eddie." She asks as I nod slightly.
"My freshman year I fell head-over-heels for this sophomore, thought it was love. All that 14-15 year old crap." I laugh lightly as she nods, listening.
"We did everything together, went on dates, car rides, even lost my virginity to him." I continue, playing with my hands nervously.
"And then I moved and we continued talking on the phone for the first month of summer all the time. But then he started missing calls, or getting off the phone earlier than usual. Then when I would try to call my 'best friend' she would be missing calls as well, and that went on for about a month before I was supposed to go down for the fourth of July." I tell her.
"Then what happened?" Robin asks, face in her hand as her arm rests on her knee
"Then a week before I was about to come down Bailey called me crying one night, telling me she was sorry and hated herself. Told me she had started hooking up with Michael a few weeks prior." I sigh, feeling my eyes water as hers widen.
"No way." Robin exclaims as I nod.
"Yeah, and when I confronted Michael he said it was all true. So from there on out I refused to make friends or even try to let someone in." I finish, feeling her rest her hand on my knee.
"Why didn't you just tell Eddie that? Look I don't know him very well, but I don't think he could ever do that to you, also I think he would understand what that kind of trauma could do to you." Robin reassures me.
"I don't know if I'll ever speak to him again. He deserves better than me, I'm selfish and don't know how to be social since everything. He deserves someone who can match his energy, which isn't me." I tell her, sniffling to hold back tears as she gives me a sympathetic smile.
"Look (Y/N), you clearly care about him. And I know he gives off golden retriever energy once you start talking to him and you're more of a black cat energy kind of girl. But those sometimes are the best combinations." She tells me, smile still holding on her lips.
"Trust me, I do work in a movie store, so I do know the best couples." She teases softly.
"Do you think you could do me a huge favor?" I ask her as she nods.
"Anything." She agrees.
I spent the next two days avoiding Eddie the best I could. I would turn back down the hall when I saw him walking, would hide in the bathroom telling the teacher's I was having girl problems. Even ate lunch in the my car and parked down the block in case he decided to go see if I was outside.
I had went to work on Monday, and spent most the night in the back putting the newest tapes into the system.
But by the end of the night Steve had said there wasn't any sight of Eddie.
Now I was sitting in my car tapping my fingers nervously as I stared at the little rundown bar in front of me, wondering if I should actually go in.
Robin had agreed to skip band practice this once to take my shift so I could come tonight.
Glancing at the clock I realized it was now and never, and knew if I didn't go in Robin would kill me for making her take my shift.
Walking inside I hear them playing from the corner stage in the bar.
The lights illuminating only the stage and the bar for those wanting drinks.
I take a seat at the bar stool closest to the door, watching as they finished the song.
Eddie looks around at the small crowed who was hooting and hollering before speaking.
"Our last song for the night is a sneak peak of something I'm working on. So far it is unheard of outside of the band, but it's something I've been dealing with recently and it means a lot to me so I hope you all enjoy." He tells the crowd before starting to strum his guitar, fingers moving up and down as the rest of the band seemed to follow.
I watched him play. Seeing his face focus in concentration, tongue peaking out slightly as he worked against the instrument.
His long hair that was usually free was held back by the black bandana that mostly took home in his back pocket.
Pieces of his hair remained free though, peaking out around his face as his arm muscles flexed slightly with every pluck he gave the cords.
I didn't know what to expect when he opened his mouth, I hadn't heard him sing at all yet.
But god when he opened his mouth I thought I was going to die. If I hadn't already fucked him, I would of wanted to right there.
His voice was so raspy and sexy as he sung into the microphone, keeping eye contact with the crowd.
I listened admiring the beauty of him and his words watching him belt out the rest of the lyrics.
"Oh and my love," He sang into the microphone. Lips brushing against the metal as his eyes came to the bar.
"Did I mistake you for a sign from god?" Eddie hums out, his eyes getting pulled to meet mine.
I feel my cheeks redden as he adjusts his guitar, clearly surprised to see me.
I watch him as he continues, not looking away from me.
"Or are you really here to cut me off?" He questions, eyebrow raising slightly, handing moving down the next of his guitar.
"Or maybe just to turn me on?" He teases into the mic, leaning more towards my side of the bar as he gets into his song.
"Cause these days." He continues as I feel different emotions start to run through my body.
"I would be lying if I told you that, I didn't wish that I could be your man." Eddie sings strongly, both hands moving to hold the mic.
"Or maybe make a good girl bad." He sings out breathy as I feel tears start to run down.
Wiping them away I leave, not wanting to be seen crying in the bar.
Wanting to run away from everything I find myself parked at lover's lake, just thinking about my life and the choices I made. Wondering if it was my fault for how miserable it was.
Laying on the hood of my car I smoked, hoping to find some peace while I decided what to do.
Moving to sit in my car I see the time flash as I start it.
10:17pm.
I start my car, not even having a destination in mind as I start to drive.
Just letting my high lead my subconscious as I head down the road.
Which is why I'm not that surprised when I find myself outside of the Munson's trailer.
But Eddie's van was no where in sight, even with how late it was I hoped he would be home at some point soon.
I opened my car door, lighting a cigarette, listening to music as I waited to the metalhead to get home.
Eddie's P.O.V.
"What do you mean you haven't seen her Robin? She's your friend." I ask her, rubbing my temple feeling a headache starting to form.
"As far as I knew she was supposed to go see you." Robin tells me, loading tapes onto a cart.
"She did, but she left in the middle of a song. It looked like she had started crying." I explain her.
"Why did she start crying? And did you check her house?" Robin questions as I follow behind her.
"Probably because the song was about us, and yes of course I checked her house first. Do you know where else she may be?" I sigh, feeling defeated while she starts loading the sci-fi section.
"I don't really. She is always either at school, work, home, or your house." She shrugs in response.
"Okay, thank you anyway." I tell her, going to head back home in hopes of her calling.
"Wait Eddie, I think there's something you might want to know about why (Y/N) is the way she is." Robin calls, stopping me.
"What is it?" I ask turning around.
Reader's P.O.V-
I see the van pull up as Eddie's face lights up seeing my car.
Parking next to me, he hops out as I stand up out of my seat.
Eddie takes the first step, walking to wrap his arms around me tightly.
Connecting my body with his, I hold him close. Feeling the tears start to fall down my face as I hug him.
"I'm sorry." I sniffle against his shoulder.
"No it's okay, I'm sorry. I didn't know what you had been through." He shushes me as I pull away slightly, eyes still watering as I look at him confused.
"Don't be mad at Robin, I went to the store looking for you and she told me about what happened your freshman year." Eddie tells me, bringing his hands to wipe away my tears.
"I should of told you before things got this serious." I admit, bringing my hands to hold his wrist as he cradles my face.
"Are we still serious?" Eddie asks hopefully, smiling pulling on his lips as his head tils towards me.
"Do you want to be?" I ask, eyes lighting up as the moonlight danced across his face.
"More than anything." He nods, eyes gleaming down at me.
"Good, because I want this too." I smile, feeling Eddie bring his lips to mine.
The kiss feeling soft against my lips as he pressed his into mine.
"So does that mean you're going to be my girl?" Eddie smiles, pulling away slightly.
"And you're going to be my man?" I nod happily, referring to the lyrics he sung earlier that night.
Standing up slightly on my the tips of my toes, I connect my lips with his.
Deciding it was okay to be vulnerable with him.
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