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hotrubbertar · 2 years
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I need to stop drawing pathetic white men.
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caffeineshitposts · 2 months
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Song Anaylsis: Looser
Okay. Here we go. This is one of my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE songs. It’s just a good song. It shows how well these two communicate. But before I get into that I’ll start at the beginning.
Husk starts by basically lulling Angel into what he would expect to hear and probably has heard from Charlie. A lot of the “don’t say that about yourself” or the “you shouldn’t talk about yourself like that” and that shits hard if you’re not in the place to hear it. So he meets Angel where he’s at. And in the same vein surprises Angel and gets him to open up.
The song starts slow, but you can see Husk’s little smirk letting you know he’s about to get Angel hook line and sinker. It’s a gentle tune that slowly plays into Angel’s feelings right before it picks up the pace. The whole time he’s verbally dancing between revealing pieces of himself while slowly moving the tune a little more upbeat.
He knows what he needs to say to get Angel to open up to him. Once Angel opens up to him with the “A coked up dick sucking ho” the song almost completely changes.
The “Baby that’s fine by me” has Angel smiling and then the song goes from just Husk singing to the song turning into a beautifully productive conversation.
This song is beautiful to me because you have Husk starting this song. He sets the tone, the tune, and steps to the song. Angel follows in his footsteps for a moment before taking his own pieces of the song and making them fit his style without rewriting the building blocks Husk has laid down. He’s not bulldozing over what Husk layed there, but unlike Pentious in Sorry Angel is making the song his own.
He’s dancing on his own. He’s not following Husk’s lead, they’re doing this together. Husk is also not all that vulnerable with the others so I think Husk dropping his guard for a moment in the beginning absolutely helped draw Angel out. And when you have these two dancing it’s clear Husk is leading because Angel is still nervous which then rolls easily into both of them having their own little styles when they’re talking about themselves that mesh so well together when they return to the more duet style.
I adore jazz and swing because of the silent communication happening in these songs. This feels exactly the same. You even have them switching up who rhymes with who on certain lines which I don’t know if this is just me reading too far into it, but that seems to be a really good tell of who’s leading the song. Because these two are switching it up it’s a really good way to show they’re taking turns.
Another really obvious spot that I found when I was relistening to it for this analysis is when you have the:
“I got an appetite for gamblin” to Angel’s “I got an appetite for samplin” 
Not only is Angel following Husk’s rhyme, but also his beat. And then it switches to not only Husk being extremely encouraging, but the 
“I go no holes left to deflower” to Husk’s “I sold my soul to save my power”
Where not only is Husk rhyming with Angel he gave up control of the song. He’s following the tune that Angel is setting. Angel’s lines are a little bit longer than Husk’s once you get to this point in the song and I think it’s interesting that Husk took a step back and followed Angel’s lead on how many beats he should be putting in a measure. 
And he responds beautifully to Angel slowing the song down to something gentle. He stays with him. He doesn’t try to push him into something faster or overpower him. He slows down and the two of them are so sweet and gentle. 
All in all I do really love that this song shows just how well these two can communicate. Sure it’s just one little time that they open up to each other and I’m sure there will be a thousand communication errors down the road. But this song is just so good at showing exactly what I love about swing and it is seriously my favorite song in the show so far.
Also just an interesting side note. The “lose your self-loathing, excuse yourself let hope in” from. Husk is so interesting because it shows that on some level he doesn't think Charlie is wrong. He believes at least on some level that you shouldn't punish yourself and even if Heaven doesn't forgive you maybe you can forgive yourself. (Even if I personally think he's the type of person to direct that energy and thought process at everyone but himself).
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mellowsadistic · 4 days
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Before & After - Daddy's Girl
Set in the world of The Magician’s Game.
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Lucy Thompson was a strident feminist, an activist with a reputation across her college campus both for her good looks and for her habit of biting the head off any man who tried to flirt with her. With her beautiful face and hourglass figure, she naturally drew the eyes of all the men in her classes – but there was nothing Lucy hated more than the male gaze, as she wrote about frequently in her Critical Theory essays. She couldn’t stand the idea that people saw her as a mere sex object, and there was nothing she hated more than men who assumed she must secretly want to be “put in her place” by a big, strong man like them.
Unfortunately for her, to the Magician’s mind, there’s nothing more enjoyable than taking a strong-willed, empowered woman and making her fight for her adulthood, so naturally Miss Thompson made the ideal candidate for one of his twisted games. She played the game well, however, avoiding all but a minor thumbsucking penalty and making it all the way to the final round before finally losing in a nursery rhyme sing-along contest.
Tired of her constant ranting about the evils of the patriarchy, the Magician decided that Lucy needed a little help changing her attitude towards men. With a snap of his fingers, he gave her a hardcore diaper fetish and an overpowering Daddy kink that soon had her squirming on the floor with one hand stuck down the front of her pants, imagining herself being forced into diapers and made to live as a dumb toddler forever. Then the Magician gave her the choice; she could return to her normal life without so much as losing her continence, or he could strip her of all her bladder and bowel control and let her live with him as his full-time adult baby girl…
Lucy’s New Life
Lucy moaned around her thumb and humped her thickly padded crotch desperately against her teddy bear. Her squishy nappy felt delightful against her pussy. It was soaked with pee, just the way she liked it. Her face burned with humiliation at what she was doing, but that just made her pussy even wetter. The old her would have died with shame if she could’ve seen herself now, grinding her sopping wet Pampers on her stuffed animals. But it was the only way a stupid, horny diaper girl like her could get off. She let out another slutty moan.
“Uh-oh,” came a deep male voice from above her. “I think someone’s being a naughty little girl…”
Lucy felt a powerful rush of arousal. She loved the way Daddy talked to her, like she was a particularly dim-witted four-year-old. She hated him too, hated the way he’d turned her into a diaper-wearing freak, the way he’d stolen her future and reduced her to a life of bottle-feeds and early bedtimes, spankings and nappy changes. But another part, just as strong, thought it was the hottest thing ever. She looked up, and her nether regions pulsed with pleasure at the sight of his handsome face, his sadistic smile.
“Does Daddy need to pull off your diaper and spank your naughty bottom, Lulu?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Lucy shook her head hurriedly from side to side, but she couldn’t help sucking her thumb lustily at the thought of being turned over Daddy’s lap, having her nappy pulled down, getting her plump bare bottom smacked over and over again until it turned bright pink…
“Are you sure?” he asked, a smirk playing around his lips. “Your Nanny told me she caught you doing something naughty this morning too.”
Lucy’s face went even redder.
“Did you really try to sneak a wet diaper out of the pail and put it on?” he asked, sounding deeply amused.
Lucy thought she might faint with the humiliation. She gave her teddy an extra hard hump and nodded.
“Silly girl,” said the Magician, reaching out and patting her padded rear. “If you want playtime in your icky used nappies then all you have to do is ask. Daddy already knows what a disgusting, depraved little girl you are.”
Lucy groaned and shut her eyes, still grinding on her bear. She was getting so close to orgasm now. But then there was a sudden pressure in her bottom, and she gasped around her thumb. Instinctively she tried to clamp down, to hold it in, but that wasn’t something her body was capable of anymore. Instead, she barely felt it as a big, yucky mess filled her diaper. The Magician started to laugh, and Lucy humped her teddy bear faster and faster, even as she grimaced with revulsion. The mess in the back of her pants felt disgusting. It was so gross and stinky and babyish.
She could have walked away, she told herself. She could have been a normal woman, or at least a woman who could control when she peed and pooped. But now she was just a big, smelly baby who needed nappies on her butt 24/7. A naughty, overgrown toddler who needed a Daddy to keep her in her rightful place… and she always would be. She moaned again. How could she have chosen this?! With one final, desperate thrust of her hips, Lucy had a shuddering orgasm in her soaked and stinky diaper and slumped over her teddy bear, gasping for breath.
As the euphoria began to fade, the familiar shame and self-disgust started to creep over her, and she buried her face in her teddy’s soft fur. But when her Daddy bent down, kissed the top of her head, and whispered, “That’s my girl,” the tingling started in her pussy all over again.
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sosa2imagines · 4 months
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My drunk boyfriends
"OH MY ODIN!!"
Let's just say hiding asgardian mead in empty juice bottles inside the kitchen was not a good idea but Thor thought differently. So when the poor innocent super soldiers were thirsty without thinking much just took each bottle and drank it all.
You weren't sure what it was when you heard noises in the kitchen maybe someone is hungry, maybe someone is cleaning or maybe Thor is searching for poptarts literally anything. But this was something else. There were snacks all over the place. Bags of chips and candy littering every inch of the counter tops along with the two massive super soldiers sitting on top of the kitchen island giggling like kids with their hands in the cookie jar.
"Bucky Bucky" Steve sang to himself while stuffing a chocolate chip one into his mouth "Yes Stevie" Bucky sang taking one for himself "Eating cookie?" "No Stevie" "Telling lies" "No Stevie." "Open your mouth" "Ha! Ha!" "What are you two doing?" Your voice broke them away from their nursery rhyme staring at your boyfriends both of them trying to hide the jar behind their backs. "Nothing Y/n" Steve gave you a dopey grin his baby blue eyes twinkling, snickering at his boyfriend attempting to stab a juice box with the straw. "Too hard!!" Bucky whined, sticking his tongue out in concentration trying to get his straw in to no avail looking back up to you for help. He gave you his most innocent puppy pout sticking his hands out for you to take his juice. Trying to hide your smile you helped him pushing the straw in and giving it back to him, shaking your head at the grin he gave you.  "you like herrrrrr" Steve howled making Bucky blushed, peeking at you through his lashes. "BUCKY HAS A CRUSH" Steve started to shout making you laugh. "She's my girlfriend" Bucky giggled at the last word, Steve's eyes lit up, a classic plan began to manifest now he was struggling with a juice box and gave it to you with puppy eyes you roll your eyes and helped him this time Bucky teased him "You like herrr" Steve blushed but unlike Bucky he didn't say your are his girlfriend in fact he asked you "Will you be my girlfriend?"  Trying hard not to laugh you told him "We've been dating for 2 years you dork" you watched his cheeks redden more, which only made him more adorable and he started to giggle "I have a girlfriend" and suddenly he gasped "I have a girlfriend and a boyfriend how cool is that?" Bucky's eye widen "I have a boyfriend and girlfriend too, Steve leave your boyfriend become my boyfriend"  "Bucky leave your boyfriend I will become your boyfriend" "Okay" "You dorks you both are already dating each other and me too!" you quickly told them before they can repeat the rant again. Both of them high fived each other going back to their snacks.  Suddenly Steve had another idea and whispered something in Bucky's ear. "Come on Buck" he gets off the counter. "Where are you going?" Steve shrugged but you gave him a pointed look while Bucky raised his hands, hoping to silently communicate. "Sit down finish your snacks and go to bed" you felt like you were talking to toddlers. "We wanna fly in Tony's suit!" Bucky demanded. "I can't believe I'm saying this" pinching the bridge of your nose "NO you can't just go take Tony's suit and go flying, now finish your juice boxes and go to bed" "NOOOO" Steve cried jumping onto Bucky, wrapping his long legs around his waist, holding onto him like a massive teddy bear giving you his best puppy eyes matching his equally ridiculous boyfriend. "WE DON'T WANNA GO TO BED" both said in unison with teary eyes. "Loves" "Please" Bucky pouted effortlessly holding the captain up while you mentally face palm yourself. "No! you cannot go flying! You'll end up hurting yourself " you gasped as Steve and Bucky had stopped listening to you they were back to eating more cookies. "Soft" Steve whispered giving Bucky's ass a poke, making him yelp. Bucky stared at him like a deer in headlights while Steve cackled to himself, tossing back another cookie into his mouth.
You were to engrossed at the scene in front of you to notice Tony walk in, his face equally perplexed at yours. "What in god's name?" Tony stared at the chaos that was taking place with you in the middle "Thor Odinson" you smiled while Tony cocked an eyebrow, waiting for you to elaborate "Guess Thor left some of his mead in the juice bottles" "Who would've thought this would be their downfall" he mused beside you suddenly your eyes widen with shock "Oh I think clothes are coming" you warned Tony but Steve's shirt flew right on his head, eyes growing wide when a pair of jeans followed. "I'm hot!!" Steve said "also I'm sleepy now" He yawned, "Okay, someone call an end to this" Tony covered his eyes while talking to you, hoping to get Steve into some clothes before hauling him back to your shared bedroom. "Y/n, I'm assuming terminator is behaving?" "Yeah, I" even before you can finish you were met with your boyfriend's Henley followed by his joggers landing on your head and you squealed when you found yourself hanging off his shoulder seconds later. Steve quickly stood next to him holding your hands and you looked at Tony for some help in the awkward position you're at the moment only for him to shake his head before falling down when his foot got wrapped in one of the jeans on the floor. "Buck, where are we going?!" He mumbled something while making his way to the elevator in just his boxer briefs. "Oh good idea" Steve murmured seemingly heard what Bucky mumbled. "Nap time" they mumbled sleepily, taking you to the bedroom and plopping down on top of you, using your chest and stomach as a pillow. "Cuddles" both said in unison "Mhm...then you both get cuddles baby boys" you giggled, caressing your fingers through their hair, unable to stop smiling from how ridiculously adorable they both are.
"Lets get married tomorrow" Steve suddenly said making you wide your eyes and Bucky looked like he was thinking about something "yes we can go to narnia" making you laugh even though they are drunk you know they are talking truthfully you three love each other alot, often in between the topic of marriage was mentioned and you all were on the same page and had decided when the time is right you will get married so you went back to playing with their hair and they let out a content sigh, softly snoring moments later. You bit you lip to keep your laughs down hearing the commotion outside your room in the hallway as Tony was complaining about who is going clean the mess.
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friendsoup · 3 months
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Could I perhaps request Dikke/Tennant with a reader who’s overly emotional/burnt out and cries a lot? (Currently happening to me and they’re like my comfort characters) thank you in advance 🫶🏻
Your Strength
Recipe: Dikke's can be read as romantic or platonic, Tennant's can be platonic if you squint, GN! Reader, Reader is called beautiful (many times), my dove and love, Both Tennant and Dikke are bad with genuine emotions, But they both Really Really care about You, Comfort fic, Shamelessly Indulgent WC: 1,998 (SO CLOSE) Chef's Note: AHHH I tried to get to this one as quickly as I could!!! I hope it's in time to make you feel better, anon :[!!!! Hopefully my work can brighten your day, at least a little bit :]! As always, thank you for the request!
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Dikke has never been “in tune” with her emotions. Emotions were something strange and distant to her, they came and went as they pleased, leaving her feeling empty in their absence. To some, she came across as apathetic. That wasn’t exactly true, though. Her emotions simply never reached her face, despite how fiercely they roared in her chest. She could never quite tell how she was feeling. Though she could list symptoms of an emotion, she was never quite able to put a name to it, no matter how hard she tried.
The emotions of others were worse. She knew the basics. A frown meant sadness, a raised voice meant anger. But human emotion had so many intricate working pieces, an entire depth to them she couldn’t begin to understand. Sometimes a frown was meant jokingly. Sometimes a raised voice meant excitement. These little things made Dikke’s head spin.
So when you came into her room, and curled yourself into a ball on her bed, she didn’t know what to do.
The two of you had been seeing each other for quite some time now. Dikke didn’t put any labels on the relationship, and you didn’t mind that as long as you could keep her company. She was a strong shoulder to cry on, and though she was hesitant and awkward with your crying fits, you could always tell she cared.
Initially, Dikke didn’t look up from her blade. You entering her room was not a special event, you did this often regardless of how you felt. She greeted you, then continued to polish her sword, her eyes transfixed on it’s silver gleam. 
When you didn’t respond, a pang of worry hit her. Even at your worst, you always managed to mutter a hello.
She spoke your name softly, turning to you to gauge a reaction. When you did not move from your spot on the bed, her heart began to race. What had happened to you? Were you okay? Had she done something wrong? Had someone hurt you?
She spoke your name again, louder this time, worry dripping from her voice. 
Again, you did not respond.
Dikke put her blade down, discarding it on her desk without much thought. Her mind could not comprehend anything other than panicked thoughts about you. She stood, cautiously moving over to where you sat. 
She didn’t know what to do. Emotions were something so vague and strange to her. It killed her inside, but she knew she wasn’t best suited for the job. She was a hero of justice, meant to serve harsh judgements. She was never meant to be soft or kind or comforting. It wasn’t in her nature.
Hesitantly, Dikke reached out a hand, placing it on your shoulder. You shook beneath her touch, fighting back every emotion in your body. Dikke gave your shoulder a squeeze, as other knights had once done for her. 
“I’m no poet.” Dikke began, slowly scooching towards you. “I cannot sing you ballads of your beauty, nor write sonnets declaring my love.” She was sitting shoulder to shoulder with you now, her hand still resting on your arm. “I could try, if that’s what you wanted, but my voice was not built for anything but battle cries, and my rhymes would all come across as cheap.” When her words gained no reaction, she sighed. Usually, her attempts at jokes gained some sort of smile from you. “But, as a soldier, I can tell you how strong you are.” Her gaze settles on something far in the distance, her shoulders sinking, as if under some heavy weight. “I have seen only a fraction of the things you battle. I know only what you’ve shared with me, and the things we have fought together. Some, you will tell me with time. Others, I will never know.” “And that is fine. I do not need to know the extent of your war to know the strength of your character. I have seen great men fall to what you are fighting. Their minds unable to handle the stress their heart gives. You hold so much love, that it is painful to keep it all in your chest.” You lift your head, trying to form some sort of argument, but Dikke does not leave room for an answer. “Your love takes different forms,” She tells you, “Grief, guilt, anger. You torture yourself with the burdens of others. You try to carry the weight of the world, then grow frustrated when your shoulders grow sore, and your legs weak. You are not Atlas, my dove.” Her eyes flutter over to you, catching yours. “Some things are out of your control. Some things, you do not have to carry.”
“...But I do.” You argue, the words coming out too quick. “If I don’t care, nobody will. I need to prove myself worthy.” You sputter. Warm tears race quickly from the corners of your eyes, staining your cheeks.
“Worthy of what?” Dikke asks, her eyebrows drawn up in concern. “Of life. Of love. Of everything I’ve been given.” You can’t control your sobs now, they escape your lips, leaving you shuttering. “I need to make up for the fact that I exist.”
In one swift movement, Dikke pulls you to her lap. She wraps her arms around you, and you can feel her strength in her embrace. She doesn’t squeeze you hard, just enough to provide pressure. You can tell she’s holding back, as if worried she’ll break you.
“Please don’t say such cruel things to the person I love.” She begged, burying her face in your hair. “Please, be kind to them.” You were unable to say anything now, clinging onto Dikke with an intense desperation. You sobbed into her, unable to pull yourself together again. It was as if something inside you had broken, and now everything was pouring out. For so long you’d managed to keep yourself upright, yet Dikke had managed to destroy any wall you’d put up around yourself.
The two of you stayed there, tangled in each other for an hour. You, crying, and Dikke, muttering lovely words into your ear. Eventually, you grew tired, and fell asleep in her arms. Dikke was exhausted as well, yet she didn’t want to let go of you just yet.
Collapsing onto her bed, she cuddled into you, holding you tighter than she’d ever had before.
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Your Beauty
“Genuine” had never been Tennant’s style.
She was a conwoman, who always got what she wanted from her clients. She used any tactic necessary to reach into their pockets. She’d been a lover, a mother, a friend, and an advisor to a wide variety of people. Never did she mean a word she said. It was all a game to her, her prize being the end goal. She didn’t care how she won it, in the end. As long as it was hers.
If you had been another noble lady, appearing on her doorstep in tears, she would have whisked you inside and poured you a glass of red wine. She would listen to your woes, but no matter their contents, she’d have the same solution. Treat yourself with diamonds, wear something nice to fight off the sadness. Show him how much you’re really worth by donning something shiny and expensive. By the end of the night, you would have been under her spell, and deep in her debt. But you were far from a noble lady.
Tennant had no idea how to act around you. She’d been a conning for so long, she forgot how to forge a connection with another human being. So, she treated you the only way she knew how. Soft flirting and batting eyelashes, wrapping you in her arms, but never staying long. The only difference between you and a client, is that she kept her free hand out of your wallet.
So when you showed up on her doorstep in tears, she had no idea what to do. Her mind instantly went to how she could bend the situation to gain your trust, which she hated, as she wasn’t trying to earn anything from you. Yet she didn’t know how to act in anyone else’s benefit. She was completely lost, trying to find some small glimpse of humanity in her heart.
She spoke your name once, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Her touch was light, almost as if she was afraid, as she gently pushed you into her room. “What happened?” She asked, casually. You took a seat on her couch, trying your hardest to muster any words. “It’s so much…” Was all you could say, between choking on sobs and sputters.
Tennant hummed, putting a kettle on heat. As long as she had something to do with her hands, she figured, you wouldn’t see how nervous she really was.
“I’m making tea.” She told you, no question if you wanted it or not. “I’ll make it sweet, for you.” She winked towards your direction.
When her flirt made no difference in your behavior, she grimaced. It was the only thing she knew how to do in this situation. How else was she supposed to get across that she wanted you to be okay? The two of you sat in relative silence. Her, fidgeting with the tea. And you, sobbing on the couch. Eventually, the kettle sang, and Tennant made a glass for both you and herself. Forcing a smirk back onto her lips.
She placed the tea cup down in front of you, and began to drink from her own. The warm cup bringing some comfort during this uneasy interaction. You sniffled, trying to pull back your tears for long enough to drink. When you managed through a shaky breath, you picked up the cup and began to drink. Tennant was right, she did make the tea sweet for you. It was the perfect amount, however. Not enough to rot your teeth, but enough to taste nice. The tea warmed the both of you, making it easy to find some tranquility. When you’d both finished your cups, the two of you sat there, unable to find any words.
You sniffled again, rubbing your sleeve over your nose. You were out of breath, your eyes red with tears, and your entire body shaking with emotional exhaustion. Tennant watched you, observing you closely. This was a private moment, she realized with great alarm. You did not show this face to just anyone. This was you at your lowest, at your most emotional. You were showing her something special, these were not just some pretty tears in order to gain sympathy. 
“You’re beautiful.” She said, without realizing the words were escaping her lips. Her eyes were wide, watching you with great admiration. 
“Right now?” You questioned. “I highly doubt it.” You almost laughed, confused by her sudden change in demeanor.
“Are you kidding?” Tennant spoke, suddenly breathless. “This is the most beautiful I’ve ever seen you.” Your face grew hot at the attention, as you focused on fidgeting with your hands. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” You argued. 
Tennant shook her head, reaching forward for your cheek. She guided it gently, until the two of you were locking eyes. “Right now, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. More than diamonds, more than gold. You are a work of art, brilliant and bold. You are something to be marveled at.” “You have me at a loss. I don’t know if I want to keep this expression all for myself, or display your true beauty to the world.” Tennant’s gaze was so intense, you felt yourself melting underneath it. “Your tears are worth diamonds, I can only imagine what worth a genuine smile from your lips would bring.”
You looked away, the ends of your lips quirking up from the compliments. Tennant gasped, dragging a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Better than I could have ever imagined. Priceless.” She whispered.
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galaxy-siren · 1 year
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Gifts
Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader
Summary: You knit something for Eddie and in exchange he make you dinner. 
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: fluff, established relationship, domestic!eddie, a couple curse words 
AN: Listen, I am longing for cute domestic shit like this and the only way I can get it is by writing it. Also I started learning how to knit and a friend taught me the cute little rhyme I included in the story. I hope you all enjoy! 
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“Whatcha doing?” Eddie leaned over the back of the couch and poked at your shoulder.
“I’m knitting.” You said not looking up from your knitting needles.
Eddie tried to flip over onto the couch, but it ended up looking more like a tumble with flailing limbs, “Whatcha knitting?”
You chuckled at your boyfriend’s attempt to act as if he hadn’t just fallen on to the couch, “It’s a surprise.”
“Have you always been able to knit? Or is this a more recent hobby?” Eddie situated himself so he was sitting upright next to you.
“I’ve been able to knit for a while.” You glanced over at him and gave him a quick smile.
“Is knitting hard?” Eddie was always like this. He would ask what seemed like an endless sea of questions, and you found it endearing.
“It’s a little difficult when you get started, but once you’ve got the hang of it, it isn’t too hard.”
Eddie watched you move the needles and wrap the yarn around them, “Can you teach me?”
“Of course!” you looked at him with giddy excitement in your eyes, “I can teach you the rhyme that I learned.”
“There’s a rhyme that teaches you how to knit?” The look of wonder mixed with confusion that he gave you was adorable.
“Yup,” you held out your knitting needles to show him the steps as you said the rhyme, “you go under the fence, grab the sheep, around the fence, and off you leap.”
“That’s cute.” Eddie smiled.
“Do you want to try?” You held out the knitting needles to him.
“I don’t want to mess up what you’ve been working on.”
“It’s okay. Here,” you handed him the needles and wrapped your arms around his back so you could help him move his hands, “you go under the fence, grab the sheep, around the fence and off you leap.”
“Oh, that was actually a lot easier than I thought it would be!” Eddie looked at you with excitement, “I want to try by myself.”
You removed your hands from his, “Wow, one stitch and you’re getting cocky on me.”
“I’m always cocky, you’ve be with me long enough to know that.” Eddie side-eyed you and then turned his attention back to the needles.
You silently chuckled as Eddie’s tongue started to poke out of his mouth while he focused, and you bit back more laughter when he successfully completed another stitch and he let out a quiet, “Yes!”
He did a few more stitches, and every time he would finish them, he would exclaim, “Hell yeah!” quietly. You watched with an amused smile.
Unfortunately, Eddie dropped at stitch and his confidence came to a screeching halt, “Oh shit, what did I do?” he turned to you, “Help! I fucked up.”
“No worries, I can fix it.”
Eddie watched as you fixed the stitch. When you handed the knitting needles back to him, he inspected it and saw no evidence of his fuck up, “Witchcraft!”
“Well, you tend to drop stitches a lot when you’re first starting, so you gotta teach yourself how to fix it.”
“They didn’t teach you a rhyme for that?” Eddie asked with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
“I’m sure there’s one that exist out there, but no I didn’t.”
Eddie did a few more stitches and then handed the needles and yarn back to you and you continued knitting, “So, since this is now something that I helped create, do I get to know what it is?”
You looked up at him, “If you give me five more minutes, I’ll have it finished.”
Eddie groaned in frustration, “Fine!”
You chuckled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “Thank you.”
“Uh huh.” Eddie got up from the couch and walked aimlessly around the living room.
Exactly five minutes later, Eddie excitedly hopped back onto the couch, “What is it? What is it?”
“You are very impatient you know that?” you didn’t look up from your project as you stitched the last of it together, “okay, close your eyes.”
Eddie playfully rolled his eyes but did as he was told.
You held up your finished creation, “Okay, you can open them.”
Eddie opened his eyes and smiled, “It’s a hat!”
“It’s your hat.”
He turned to you, his smile so big it was starting to hurt a little, “Really?”
“Yeah, I was making it for you.”
“You were?!”
“Yes, doofus,” you playfully mussed up his hair, “do you like it?”
“Like it? I love it! It’s so cool!” he put the hat on his head and then jumped up from the couch, “how do I look?”
“You look great, babe.” you laughed at his enthusiasm, “now you don’t have an excuse when I tell you to bundle up when it’s cold outside.”
Eddie’s smile quickly vanished, “Wait, so you made this so that I have to be lame and put warm clothes on?”
“Yes.”
He gave an overdramatic gasp, “How dare you!”
“I know, I care about your wellbeing, I’m a monster.” You said sarcastically.
Eddie sighed, “I’ll wear the hat, but you can never make me wear a coat!”
“Trust me, that is a battle I gave up on long ago.”
“Now I feel like I need to make something for you.” Eddie plopped back down onto the couch and pulled you into his arms.
“I wouldn’t say no to dinner.” You batted your eyelashes at him.
“I can do that,” he smiled and kissed your forehead, “What would you like?”
“That pasta thing you made last week was really good.”
“Pasta a la Munson it is then.” He jumped up from the couch again and went into the kitchen to start cooking.
You joined him in the kitchen, sitting on the counter while he went about making the two of you dinner. He would occasionally ask you to taste something and if you felt it needed anything and would flick water at you every time he went to the sink, causing you to laugh.
He asked you to go sit down at the table when he started plating the food. You did as you were asked, and he followed you with plates of pasta in hand. He set your plates down and then leaned in towards you, “I believe the chef deserves a kiss.”
“Says who?” You teased.
“Says my apron.”
You laughed, “But you’re not even wearing your apron.”
“The rule still applies.” He turned his head and presented his cheek to you.
You rolled your eyes, “You know you were doing this for me since I made you a gift.”
“Yes, and you revealed that you had an ulterior motive for giving me said gift, so…” He tapped his finger against his cheek.
You shook your head but leaned in. Just before you reached his cheek, he quickly moved so you kissed him on the lips instead.
“Thank you,” he said when he pulled back, “now, bon appétit.”
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chihuahuawashere · 3 months
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ZOLU!!!
During the 2 year time skip when zoro was trying under MiHawk at his mansion zoro picked up poetry.
He would write haiku’s and poems rhymes and little sentences or just writing about his day.
The only occurring thing that was happening in those writings was that Luffy was in every single one of them.
He would write Haikus about missing and longing for Luffy
To writing sappy shakespearean type poems about wanting luffy to be in his arms again.
Also writing and comparing him to things that he saw that day. “I saw a beautiful sunset but the warmth of the afternoon sun doesn’t compare to the warmth you give in my heart when we cuddle in bed” 
Even writing about what luffy would have loved to seen. “When I got here I saw a bunch of monkeys with swords I know you would have loved to have seen that or maybe fought them” “I saw a beetle the size of my hand! Luffy I just /know/ you would have loved to seen that wish I could have showed you”
Zero wrote every single day all leading up to when they were gonna see each other at Sabody. He kept those letters as a reminder of his love and loyalty to Luffy.
But of course luffy has a way of finding everything out back on the ship Luffy found a little box under zoros bed while he was looking for his hat. When he opened the box it held all of Zoros letters.
Each letter were in there own envelope with the seal on it. Curiosity killed the cat and luffy carefully opened all of them making sure that the seal didn’t break. Each letter was in order from the first day Zoro was at MiHawks mansion all the way to the last.
And luffy read each and every one of them. It gave me a better understanding of zoro he thought he’ll never reach. Some letters made him laugh as he reads about his 145th time getting his ass kicked by the monkeys
While some made him want to cry when he read just how /bad/ Zoro was beating himself up about not being strong enough to take care of luffy and the crew and how strong then he needs to be for them and for luffy.
He cried extra hard on how Zoro was practically begging to see Luffy again. Saying how it’s the worst type of torture he’s ever went through and how he will never make any of his worst enemies go through this type of pain that is in his heart. Some letters even have tear stains on it. Basically saying that Zoroastrian cried while writing this.
Some made his heart swell with utter love and devotion when Zoro was listing off all the things he loves about Luffy and he can’t wait to kiss every inch of him when he got back to the sunny.
After hours of reading Luffy finally got to last letter. It was so obvious that Zoro was writing about this in a happy rush considering the was the it was written in a different way compared to all the other letters.
In the beginning all the other letters were sloppy with messy handwriting with bad grammar no good punctuation but near the middle in the end the handwriting got better and a lot better and the grammar got good to it even went to the point that near the ending of his letters during the second year he started writing in cursive and in the month where he had to go back to Sabody he was writing in perfect cursive. 
When Luffy got done reading the last letter Zoro walks into the boys quarters. All to see Luffy sitting on the ground in his right side was a pile of opened envelopes while on his left side were Zoros letters all neatly stacked. Luffy whips his head to see who is at the door and saw Zoro Who was staring at him in shock.
Before Zoro could say anything or just to justify himself Luffy leaped into his arms in a crying mess all while peppering him and kisses all over he’s fact and neck. Whisper chanting “I love you” and “I missed you too”. Zoro held on to him tightly making sure that Luffy wouldn’t leave him. Equally trying to Pepper kisses all over Luffys face while quietly crying into Luffys hands that cups his checks.
In the end Nami finds Luffys hat and finds Luffy and Zoro crying making out the floor doorway of the boys quarters. Hitting them on the head for making out in a werid place again but also for crying. Though they’ll never tell her the real reason on why there were crying so much that day. 
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A redraw with updated character designs! I was a senior in high school when I drew the first one.
I'm so happy with all the updates and changes we've been making on this comic. Hopefully I can spend the day working on more of the script.
Ultimately, my goal is to finish the comic script. I hope I can get to drawing it all, but if I can't I'd be happy enough with sharing the script. I just gotta get this story out there... we've been working so hard for years on this!
The past couple months we're been going ham on editing and rewriting cringe stuff we wrote in high school for this... And not to toot our own horns, but the storyline goes hard. It's gotten good... 16 year old me would puke at what the story has become. (puke in a good, OMG WE WROTE THIS? sort of way!)
Like??? Okay I'll let you in on a little secret, FOR SOME REASON, Oli, the blonde (previously black and red hair) character, was named BART for the first like 9 years of his existence??? He started off as a joke character and was from a trio of irrelevant characters named Bart, Snart and Tart (cause rhymes were so funny to us at 15) . Somehow his character shot up to being our problematic fav and we gave him a whole personality and stuff and got rid of his rhyming companions.
We just couldn't take him seriously anymore when we finally came back to work on this again... For so long we were hesitant to change any major details about the characters and storylines. We decided to try out new names and settled on Oli, and once we made that change, so many excellent changes and edits came about and the story became something we can actually be proud of now.
AaAAAAaahhh I'm just so passionate about this project right now. I'm so in love with the story and all the characters and I can't wait to share more soon.
If you read this far, BIG MCTHANKIES, you da best! (and I hope I'm making some sense cause I've been up all night working again and I did not proof read any of this!!!! :D)
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celiamae99 · 5 months
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JJ Maybank x Reader
Pt 2!
Warnings: mentions of self harm, reader has anxiety and depression, swearing, therapy, sexual assault, Rafe being a dick
Mature readers ONLY. 18+. I will check profiles periodically and will block minors bc this post is MA!
You sat in the therapists office, hating that you were here. You had been going weekly because Sarah made you. She drove you to and from appointments, making sure you would go to the appointment.
Your therapist was nice enough. She knew how hard life was for you and she gave you grounding tools to help with your anxiety, which was now more manageable. She helped with the depression and managing thoughts. You created a routine you stuck to religiously. You were doing better. You weren’t suicidal anymore.
Once you left, you got back into Sarah’s car.
“So,” she prompted. “How was it.”
“It was fine. We talked about a new breathing exercise. And we talked about what to do when I see JJ again.”
“Did she tell you not to slam the door in his face?”
“I opened it back up!” You defended. “I didn’t think it was him and I wasn’t ready to see him. I did apologize.” You told her guilty. In all fairness, it did shock you to see JJ on the other side of the door.
She gave you a look and you turned the music on. Taylor Swift was playing, per usual, and you let the music hit your soul.
“Who could ever leave me darling? Who could stay?” You harmonized with the music until Sarah pulled up in front of the auto body shop where JJ worked. “What are we doing here?” You asked, mildly panicking. You didn’t want to see JJ. You guys hadn’t spoken in days.
“His bike is broke and if I don’t pick him up he’ll go home and Luke is out of prison.” She told you and you groaned, annoyed that there was no way out. JJ would not be going home for any reason you decided but that did not mean you wanted to see him.
“Hey,” JJ said getting into the car. “I need food.”
“We can go to The Cut.” Sarah said, driving off. “We can get take out and watch movies tonight.”
“I can’t,” you said quickly, trying to think of an excuse.
“And why the fuck not?” Sarah demanded. She wanted you and JJ to get back together and there was no rhyme or reason why you couldn’t go and she knew that.
“Because, I have to…” you thought quickly. “Study for History.”
“We don’t have a history test until next week.” JJ deadpanned. Well, shit.
“You’re coming and that’s final.” You rolled your eyes, sinking into your seat and turning up Sarah’s music so you wouldn’t have to talk.
“I’ve been the archer, I’ve been the pray.” You sang quietly.
Once you guys got to The Cut, you ordered your food. As you were about to tell Kiara’s dad what you wanted, JJ spoke up. “She wants a bacon cheeseburger, no onion, extra mayo.” You and Sarah stared at him. “Fries for the side.” JJ gave you an award winning smile that made you a little dizzy.
As the food was being prepared, you were startled when the bell dinged, signaling somebody coming in. It was Rafe, Kelce, and Topper. You sucked in a breath and instinctively moved closer to JJ.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here, boys?” Rafe smiled wickedly and you gulped.
“What do you want?” Sarah snapped at her brother angrily.
“What do I want?” He asked stepping towards you. “I think we all know exactly what I want.” You shrank back.
“Fuck off Rafe, nobody wants you here.” Sarah told her brother.
You were no stranger to Rafe and his antics. He had been flirting with you ever since you and JJ started your separation. Tried desperately to get into your pants. Touched you every chance he got.
JJ clenched his fist. This wasn’t good. JJ had a temper and you knew he would get the shit beaten out of him if Rafe said something about you.
“Come on, princess. You’re not with you’re little progue anymore. Why don’t you come on over and I’ll show you a damn good time.”
You were frozen in place but managed to say, “No.”
Rafe sneered at you. JJ got ready to punch him but you grabbed his wrist.
“It’s not worth it JJ,” you told him. “Please, let’s just go.”
JJ stormed out of the restaurant and you followed him to Sarah’s car, she stayed to yell at her brother and get the food.
“Don’t,” he said before you could say anything. “Just don’t, Y/N. Okay? You’re going to say you’re not worth it and it’s not true, okay? You’re worth it and no matter what terms we’re on, I’m going to fight for you.”
You stared at him, mouth agape.
“So I may not have fought him this time but I can promise you, if he lays a finger on you, I’ll kill him.”
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Instead of a low key night, you guys decided to go to a keger. Which in retrospect, you should’ve known it would be bad.
You were in pretty deep, dancing with some girls from school when a body pressed harshly against yours. You turned around fast and saw you were face to face with Rafe. You tried to move away, but his grip on your arm was too tight. He dragged to you over to a empty area.
“Let me go,” you cried trying to tug your arm out of his reach. “Rafe! Let go!”
“No can do princess.” He said breathing heavily on your neck and you cringed, hating this more than anything you’d ever experienced. You shoved harshly at him but he wouldn’t budge. “I’ve wanted you for a long time.” He ran his free hand along your back side, and you cried out again. “And now,” he said gripping you tightly, “I’m going to have you.”
Before things could go further, Rafe was shoved out of your way. You gripped your arm to your chest. You breathed in and out, rapidly; you tried to catch your breath. “JJ!” You screamed at him. “JJ stop!”
John B, Sarah, Kiara, and Pope all ran over at the sound of your yells. Topper and Kelce came too. Pope and John B dragged JJ off Rafe and Topper and Kelce helped get Rafe on his feet.
“That little slut wanted it. You left her and now she’s open for grabs.” Rafe spewed running his thoughts together unintentionally. “She wanted it, alright?” You we’re crying, clutching on to Sarah.
“Let me at him!” JJ bellowed. “I’m going to kill him! I’m going to fucking kill him for touching my girl! John B, let me GO!”
Once the Kooks left JJ stumbled towards you.
He grabbed your hips gently and pulled him to you. You searched his eyes before wiggling out of his grip and running towards your house. You couldn’t do this. You couldn’t handle any of this. All the people, all the emotions. You couldn’t. So you did what you did best, and ran. You were done fighting.
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You slid down the wall of your bedroom, tears escaping you. You wanted JJ but you knew he didn’t want you. He just didn’t want Rafe to want you. And Rafe, oh God, Rafe had… you looked at your wrist and held it to you.
You felt JJ slide down next to you. “I should’ve killed him.” JJ said bitterly, kicking the floor.
“I don’t want you in jail.” You whispered.
“I know we’re complicated right now Y/N, but I promise you that he won’t touch you again.” He vowed to you. You glanced at his hand, which the skin was broken open and bleeding. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he reached over and tucked hair behind your ear.
“I know,” you said softly, gripping his good hand and squeezing softly. “Now, let’s clean up your hand.”
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Once you guys had settled down, your thoughts started racing again. What was going to happen? You admitted that you loved each other, but did that mean he wanted to get back together? Yes, you were ready but that didn’t mean he was. It also didn’t mean he was ready to take on your baggage. He had his own life, own problems, he didn’t hear you adding in to his plate. Before you could spiral further, JJ started talking.
“I meant it when I said love you.” He whispered, rolling over on the bed so his face was hidden in your neck. “I’ll always love you. I always have.”
“I meant it when I said I love you.” You told him back. “You’re my favorite person JJ.”
“I took time, I found myself, and I’m still working on me but I’m better.” He said honestly. Hoping that this would be the last time he had to beg for you.
“I have too. I’m still in weekly therapy.” You whispered softly. “That might have to happen for a while.” You said guiltily. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Therapy is not something to be sorry about. Ever.”
“You don’t need my baggage on top of what you have JJ. I’m a mess. I always have been and I probably always will be.”
You closed your eyes, screwing them shut. You didn’t want to see JJ’s reaction. JJ kissed up your neck softly before pulling away and looking at you.
“I’m ready if you are.” He said looking deep into your eyes once you opened them. “But I’m also willing to fight for us. And I’m willing to wait as long as you need me to. I don’t care about your baggage. It’s the least of my problems. I always want to take care of you. And I always will.”
“I can’t do a break again.” You told him seriously. “It wasn’t right for us to break the way we did and I’m stilling hurting from that.” Your voice cracking. “I know you wanted what was best for us, but it wasn’t what was best for me. We work through our problems JJ. We always have and we always will.”
“We can work out our problems together.” He promised. “As long as you stay in therapy as long as you need. And you are honest with me when shit hits the fan.”
“And as long as you tell me when you’re dad is back and when you’re spiraling.”
“Deal.” He promised.
“Pinky promise?” You raised your eyebrows at him and held out your pinky.
“Pinky promise.” He said wrapping his pinky around yours.
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definitelynuwonhere · 21 days
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"A mortal like you, with a vampire like me, just isn’t meant to be”
(I came up with that rhyme on the spot holyshit)
Anyways, this was HEAVILY inspired by the pinterest prompt: “I don’t see a future with you.” So blame it-
TW: A!exis, Nonconsensual Trancing: For technicalities sake, Alex!s’ inability to trance Sam doesn’t apply here
Note: It gets sloppy towards the end only because I had trouble actually creating a driving force that would cause it and I couldn’t properly put to words how this mini drama skit was rolling in my head, but I wanted to finish it, so I did. At 2 AM on a weekend. Hope you like it!
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It was late in the evening, they had just gotten back from a pack meeting. They pull into the driveway; the sound of rumbling gravel under the truck’s tires as they put the gear in Park.
It had been a long day for the shifter, and all they wanted was to do was recharge, and relax on their balcony bench, enjoying a cup of coffee while cuddled up with their cowboy. They let out an exhausted sigh, hopping out of the truck and making their way to the porch. Reaching for the keys in their back pocket, they caught a glimpse of the door, already creaked open.
Did they forget to close it? Did Sam forget to close it? It had been hours, who knows what could’ve gotten in, they thought.
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Sam was upstairs when he heard the door open, “Darlin, is that you?” He said, a smile crawling onto his lips as he made his way down to greet them.
It had been about a year since they moved in together, life was good. He loved how much he got to spend time with them, this night in particular, he wanted to surprise his mate. He had spent his entire afternoon preparing their favorite spot up on the balcony, cozying it up to his heart’s content. Pillows, blankets, coffee and tea, the whole nine yards.
When he turned to exit the hall, he froze. He was greeted by Alex!s, standing in the middle of their living room with a devilish grin.
“What are you doing here..” He muttered through gritted teeth, fist clenched so hard he’d break air if it were possible.
“That’s no way to greet a guest, Samuel.” She said, walking towards him.
“What do you want from me.” He practically growled, staring at her, his eyes filled with nothing but hatred.
“I think what I want is pretty clear, Sam. I want you.”
He scoffed, dumbfounded by this woman’s ability to get him to hate her, more than he already does.
“Too bad, because I don’t.”
She chuckled
“I thought you’d say that…”
stepping closer, dragging her finger through the length of his arm, one he pulled back right away, earning another scoff from Alex!s, staring directly into his eyes.
He was so screwed, realizing too late what Alex!s intended when she stepped closer, she got him. All he had now, at least, for now, was his active consciousness. Meanwhile, Alex!s trance gave her the power to stop him in his tracks, a power he knew she’d soon abuse.
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“Sam? You home? You left the door unlocked…”
they called out. Trying to remain calm, they cautiously made their way inside, a cool breeze sending a slight unease down their spine.
Looking around, the sounds of wind chimes soon caught their attention, realizing the door up to the balcony had been open, they made their way up.
“Sam? You up here?”
Upon reaching the door, and seeing the silhouette of their broad-shouldered mate, they sighed in relief. As they walked in, the shifter chuckled, being greeted by the sight of their mate sitting in their favorite spot.
“There you are.”
They said, making their way beside him. They took a seat, their lips curling in a soft smile,
“I missed you-“
“We need to talk.”
He said in a low voice, cutting them off. The shifter tilted their head, confused.
“Ok..about?”
Sam turned to face them, his expression cold as the blowing breeze.
“I— I don’t see a future with you.”
He said, without even a glint of hesitation.
“W-what..?”
They froze.
Tears formed and flowed down their cheeks as they sat there, in complete disbelief.
Sam merely watched in cold silence.
“What do you mean?!”
They exclaimed, you could hear the shakiness of their voice, desperately trying not to break down sobbing .
“I just don’t see a future in us, not anymore. I-I can’t be with you, I can’t be with— a mortal.”
He said, his cold words stabbing right through the shifters’ heart. But this was definitely more painful than any physical hit they’d ever taken.
These were the words of a man whose opinions they valued greatly. A man they respected, loved, and they thought loved them back..
With a heavy heart, they took a deep breath, swallowing back their feelings, and took to their feet.
They left.
Rushing out the house, they entered their car and began pulling out the driveway. No tears, no radio, nothing to tune out the growing silence. A silence they’d grow accustomed to from now on.
He watched as they took off, letting out a heavy sigh as he watched their car disappear into the darkness.
“I hope you’re happy.”
He growled, feeling the dark familiar presence behind him.
“Oh believe me, Sammy. I am. And soon, you will be too.”
She said, slithering beside him, hands grabbing onto his arm.
“You took away the only person that made happy.”
He replied. She chuckled, grabbing his chin and turning it to face them.
“I can do more than take them away from you, Samuel. So I suggest you start making the most of what you have, before I put down your little pup.”
Sam scoffed, in complete disbelief of the evil this woman possessed, but he knew there was too much as stake for him to fuck around.
A few days later, Asher had come to pick up Tank’s things. Turns out, they drove over to his place that night, right after they stopped to pick up a fight at the local bar. Bleeding and Bruised once he reached the beta’s house.
That night, Sam had sneak out to see them, one last time. Knowing full well they wouldn’t want to see him, he kept a distance. Standing behind a tree with just the right view from the shifters’ window.
There they were, sitting on the bed, looking to be in deep thought. Even from far away he could notice the puffiness of their eyes. They looked exhausted. He felt terrible. If it weren’t for Alexis having him on a chain he’d be running to them, wrapping his arms around them for comfort. They loved those…just as much as he loved their arms around him.
“I’m sorry, Darlin…”
He said, choking back his tears as he took one last look at them from a far, never to show his face again.
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v3nusxsky · 1 year
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Comfort me to sleep| fluff
*Authors note~ loving this sequel to lullaby idea. It’s such an adorable prompt, im so glad you guys wanted more.*
Trigger warnings ~ none?
Prompt ~ part two to lullaby
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Snuggled up into the crook of your bosses neck is how you came back from your slumber. Her steady rise and fall of her chest was soothing. Your brain was a little hazy, when had you made your way here? For you it was bittersweet, this is the most you had slept in weeks, yet you couldn't shake the feeling that maybe Larissa had felt forced to comfort you. You weren't her girlfriend and most certainly were not her responsibility to deal with.
It was those thoughts that paralysed you, torn between staying and enjoying her warmth or leaving before she could kick you out of her bed. From what you remember it was Larissa's idea and she wasn't upset at it, in fact she had hummed the most beautiful rhyme soothing you to sleep. While you were replying her soothing voice you failed to notice the older women starting to stir.
It was the hand in your hair that startled you from your own mind. Instantly, you tensed up with fear of her now rejecting you. It was definitely irrational and unrealistic but it was so hard to push away. The soothing touches seemed relax you and you thought maybe you could pretend to be asleep until she shattered that idea. "I know you're awake darling, would you like to come out of your hiding spot now?" She cooed never stopping the hand scratching gently at your skull.
You're cheeks were flushed a beautiful shade of pink as you slowly peaked from your hiding spot, "hi" you murmured before going back into hiding. She laughed at your actions before moving the hand to rub your back. "Darling I'd very much like to see your face so I can talk to you. Is that okay? Or are we having this conversation with your head in my neck?" Her tone was soft and you could instantly tell that she was smiling. The conversation had to be positive otherwise she wouldn't be holding you like this or cooing sweet words of reassurance that you'd be okay, she wasn't mad or sad to wake up to you in her bed.
After sometime you decided to just face the music and that's how you ended up catching the lovely Larissa Weems glancing down at you with such adoration it warmed your heart. "Larissa, I um thank you" you managed to stutter out before being completely lost in her eyes that seemed to sparkle at your words. "Darling you don't have to thank me. Anytime you need to be soothed to sleep I'd gladly help" she reassured moving a hand to hold your shaking one. "Larissa I um I like you. Like I like like you" you mumbled moving your gaze from her eyes to your now joined hands.
"You're so adorable darling I like like you too" she added a little giggle at the end. Your use of "like like" gave it such an innocent vibe she couldn't resist. You were too damn adorable and you didn't even know it.  But what really got her was the little whisper of "really?" That sounded so hopeful yet fearful that she just wanted to gather you in her arms and shelter you from all the bad in the world. She nodded in your direction before bringing a hand to cup your cheek, "Darling, you're so kind hearted, intelligent, beautiful inside and out, i love your shy and introverted nature but your passion for your job and the children here is admirable, despite your background you try to treat everyone with a fairness that not all deserve."
It was the little speech that had tears in your eyes, how could someone as angelic as Larissa thing those things of you? It just didn't make sense in your mind yet it gave you the confidence to allow your lips to find hers in a sweet kiss. Larissa was a little shocked as she was expecting to instigate it due to your shy nature but instantly melted into you before pulling away, foreheads resting against each others as you basked in the moment.
Larissa was the first to break the silence by whispering "be mine?" Causing you to smile and nod once again pressing your lips to hers, this time with a little more confidence. You could feel Larissa smiling into the kiss. It's crazy how not being able to sleep at brought you to this very moment. Pulling away from this kiss you had one request, "sing me the song?" To which she did and you realised here in her arms with her voice surrounding you, you would never be safer.
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Assata (Callie-Anne) Brown
"She's little menace, this one." - Hobie
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What if Hobie Brown became a dad overnight?
Meet Assata Callie-Anne Brown~
Hobie and Assata may not be related by blood, but she's still his daughter - through and through.
Assata's mother surrenders her to Spider-Punk in the last moments of her life, in order to save her baby. She doesn't know who he is under the mask, but she has only one dying wish - That Spider-Punk keep her baby safe.
But Hobie never got her name - the baby's or the mother's.
And he so names the one-year-old Assata - and decides to raise her himself.
[I did the thing I gave him a kid because I can't live without dad! Hobie]
(Headcanons under the cut)
Assata Brown Headcanons
Assata is the definition of energetic. And Hobie couldn't love it more.
She's a rambunctious kid, and loud, with big ideas and bigger dreams - even though she can barely speak.
She's around 2 - or maybe even 3.
Hobies been raising her a little under a year now, and she's been saying 2 for the whole time - so he's assuming she'll be 3 soon.
Assata is incredibly kind - she takes after her dad. And Hobie makes sure to teach kindness to her at every turn. It's something really important to him.
Assata loves sharing. She always shares half of her oranges with Mayday and likes offering people things she's 'found'.
Like Hobie, she's got sticky fingers - and its not rare for Assata to shove something in your hand (something she shouldn't have) saying 'Gift! Gift! Here.'
Assata is vocal. She is never not talking - and her and Hobie can talk for hours.
Miguel will often ask her to quiet down during meetings (to which she tells him one of the only Spanish words she knows - 'Cállate!')
She mimics Hobie a lot, dramatically sighing about 'Cab-it-all-ism' or yelling 'Anarchy!' at any chance.
And from nights backstage at shows (with huge earmuffs of course), watching her dad 'sing', Assata loves yelling. And she really loves singing.
Hobie calls her his little vocalist.
Sometimes, it can be hard to understand her at all, but Hobie seems to manage fine.
Assata really likes rhyming, and really loves Hobies rhyming slang, picking it up and shortening it in her own ways.
He knows a 'toilet' is called a 'Bog', and that in rhyming slang 'Bog' is 'Cat and Dog'. So if Assata tugs at his suspenders and asks for The Dog - he knows what she needs.
But if there's one thing she loves more than rhyming slang - it's BAD WORDS
Please do not cuss around this child - she will proceed to scream it at the top of her lungs.
Hobie has never said 'Oi!' louder than the first time he heard her yell 'BLOODY FUCKING BULLSHIT!!!'
just because she could. She can barely say her full name, but she can say that.
At this point Hobie is sure she genuinely thinks Miguel's last name is "The Wanker." He'd regret saying that in front of her if it weren't so funny.
Hobie takes Assata everywhere.
The rare times Hobie takes her to HQ, he never lets her out of his sight - and dear god, does she try.
She makes a break for it every chance she can get, and she's fast as hell too. Can break your ankles with the maneuvers.
But he catches her everytime, and she dies laughing. She's loves stuff like that, and Hobie adores the fact that she loves swinging with him. Assata's never scared, because she trusts him.
Assata definitely understands her dad is a hero, even if he'd never call himself that.
She spends so much time around Gwen and the other spider-people though, it can be hard for her to understand that not everyone can do what they do.
She LOVES lemonade. Runs on the stuff, the more sour the better. It's borderline concerning.
Gwen has also given her a taste for Mountain Dew, which according to her dad she's NOT allowed to have.
(But according to her she needs it to live.)
His suspenders are mainly there for her now. It's not unusual for him to tell her to hold on to one and follow along, or for Assata to give one a tug when she needs to tell him something.
Assata isn't from his universe. So Hobie made her a dimension stabilizer, with an emergency jump button to take her to Earth-138 if she needs it.
Although she doesn't understand what that means, she knows that she can't take off the bracelet her dad gave her, or else she can get hurt without it.
Hobie put dinosaurs on it, and she LOVES dinosaurs, so she keeps it on always. She shows it off to everyone, and says her dad is "Smart. Like computer brain. Like Lyla." But no touching.
The only downside is sometimes her dad makes her sit at the kitchen table on the boathouse so her bracelet can charge.
It's so boring, but he says it's to keep her safe.
Assata lives on the houseboat with her dad, though she doesn't have her own room yet. Says she's 'too scared'.
It can be hard, because Assata has some separation issues from Hobie. He's her parent, naturally she always wants to be around him, and she can get really upset and scared if she doesn't see him in a couple hours. And she can't sleep at night if he isn't there.
Hobie didn't realize this until the first time she had a sleep over with MayDay. Thankfully he's only a watch jump away, always.
Though there are some people she trusts; Mainly Diane, Gwen, and Ansi. She's starting to trust Pavi too, who she adores. (It's the hair)
She really likes having Jess's baby on campus.
Hobie homeschools Assata, and plans to as long as he can. He doesn't trust the system, besides, Assata reacts way better to alternative teaching.
Learning outside or with art or just listening to Hobie, Assata loves learning. Especially about punk stuff and the world.
Most of her clothing is up-cycled and sewn by Hobie - including her own vest
MayDay is Assata's best friend! And her second best friend is Lyla. She calls Lyla a fairy lady.
Her initials are ACAB.
Hobie gave her 'Callie-Anne' as a middle name for this exact reason. When she gets older, eventually Assata uses that to sign her name.
(My Spidersona) DiscoSpider X SpiderPunk below 💖
Diane & Assata
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[that's funny cause they hate labels also they have no idea themselves]
The period after adopting her was hard for Hobie, not being able to save her mother. In the beginning he actually considered really hard what to do.
Diane was actually the one to suggest the name Assata - after the Black Panther Assata Shakur.
She was also a large contributing factor to Hobie keeping Assata, back before they had a name - even offering to help watch her as he adjusted.
Diane never really planned on becoming a parent figure to Assata - mainly worried about whether or not it 'labeled' her and Hobie.
But over the first weeks Assata and Diane bonded a lot, and Assata kinda became her favorite person.
But it didn't take a lot of convincing, to keep her permanently.
Diane and Hobie have a non-conventional arrangement (how on brand) and co-parent Assata, with Hobie being her primary parent.
Diane lives back at her place - and thanks to watches, her living room is only a portal away.
When she's not juggling extracurriculars at HQ, being DiscoSpider back home, or doing her '9-5', Diane spends the rest of her time at the houseboat looking after Assata with Hobie.
And she cooks dinner most nights, letting Hobie take a break after Assata's lessons. She usually hangs out with them for a bit - either heading back home before bedtime, or helping out at bedtime and sticking after she's asleep.
Assata calls Diane 'Mum' or 'Di-di'.
Assata got her hair done in dreads after seeing @spidey-bie's Ansi. And she whined until Hobie gave her the same, and of course Hobie is down for her to express herself. She happily showed Ansi after.
Diane is super serious about Assata and self - love. Assata will often be found muttering affirmations to herself, and marching head tall.
Assata is really confident in herself because of it. Assata loves to stand in front of her Hobie and say "Dad, we are so cooool." ------------------------------------------------
I could not help myself i could not i had to give them a kid. Hobie with a young, wild child is seered into my brain and I need it. So here's Assata Brown.
She thinks her dad is the best thing on every earth ever
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there was an interview with the bat seiyuu in this magazine and i finally sat down to read it (almost two months after its release *wheezes*) and here were the highlights!!!!
it’s basically the whole thing so buckle in lol
upon being asked how they felt about bat’s anime debut, all three of them revealed they were certain they would have had a last episode cameo LOL
sakakihara-san even gave us what he thought the dialogue would be lmao so there was a lot of disappointment when they were told only rei was making a s1 appearance
needless to say, they are very happy bat’s now in rhyme anima lol
they were asked how their impressions of the characters has shifted over the years!!!
hayama-san responded when he first played kuukou, he got the sense he was a massive brat lol but that bad attitude of his stemmed from his understanding of the world. kuukou’s mellowed as the story progressed and had him experience more, eg establishing his teacher-pupil relationship with jyushi, and now understands how to navigate others weaknesses with tolerance and warmth
he’s still childish and still has a high perception of the world and that clash is where kuukou’s energy stems from. he’s at a crossroads between youth and maturity so to say
hayama recalls recording for kuukou’s first radio where he was a lot more mature, and then moving to chaser from the past, the track where he invades fragrance, and how hard it was adjusting mentalities LOL
harmonious cooperation really drove home for hayama-san that kuukou was the sun tho!!!!
that strength and energy that opens and paves the way is how sakakihara-san and takeuchi-san can tell he’s the leader
on that note, hayama-san mentions he’s never seen kuukou’s weaknesses. compared to jyushi and hitoya, we know next to nothing about kuukou’s past besides that he reached a point higher in his asceticism than his father and hopes to see everything leading up to it someday
for sakakihara-san, he was told jyushi was a crybaby and assumed he was a weak person. but once he learned about jyushi’s past, he realised that even tho he does cry, he’s still able to assert his feelings and doesn’t back down from anything, so jyushi actually has a very strong heart
jyushi sings in moonlight shadow, ‘i bask in the spotlight’s growing brilliance, in seizing a mic, anyone can become a hero’ and with that lyric, sakakihara-san understood jyushi may have a very tragic past but there’s a very strong flame burning inside him and he’s able to illuminate others with that light
bat’s come a long way and sakakihara-san finds comfort that jyushi’s around people who can laugh and joke around with him and will continue to strengthen his heart with them
takeuchi-san says jyushi is blessed to have so many good people around him, including his band members, which triggers sakakihara-san to start thanking the both of them, esp after takeuchi-san mentions it was hitoya who introduced kuukou and jyushi to each other lmao
and speaking of hitoya!!!! takeuchi-san felt he’s been mature since the beginning and thinks it’s cool that he talks to kuukou and jyushi like they’re equals. but he likes to compete against them sometimes so he’s got a very childish side to him lol
lately, hitoya’s dark and sordid past, his childhood hobbies, have been targeted as a joke and takeuchi-san is absolutely amused by it lmao
hayama-san brings up ‘amaguni the magic king’ and ‘amaguni moon’ from arb and takeuchi feels hitoya’s being bullied a bit lol but it adds to his charm!!!!
when it comes to dubbing the anime versus the drama tracks, all three of them are cognisant of pacing
in the drama tracks, for example, when jyushi is in vkei mode, sakakihara-san is allowed to take his time to croon out his flowery words but in the anime he does have to fit everything he says in a set amount of time
now that he has pictures and movements to match, sakakihara-san was trying to make those words flow with what jyushi does, rather than what he imagines jyushi does by nature of the drama tracks, while maintaining the vibe of what jyushi’s saying. there was some trial and error involved trying to get it right
it’s the same for takeuchi-san and he appreciates getting to see hitoya’s hand movements as he does his two thing bit lol
they were then asked if there was any directorial direction that stood out to them and they didn’t really receive any!!! takeuchi-san commented there were more cases where staff consulted them about their characters
the interviewer said it’s probably because the characters are embedded into them by this point but hayama-san laughingly thinks they still have a long way to go before they can say that lol
he says this but follows up with, it does make him happy that when he’s reading something and questions if this is something kuukou would do; it means he has a good understanding of kuukou as a character
they start talking about episode three!!!! the episode exists as ‘the strawberry episode’ in hayama-san’s head LOL
hayama-san is happy to see kuukou interacting with the locals (and loves that the old ladies call him ‘kuu-chan’ lol) and takeuchi-san comments it’s neat that they all spoke with nagoya accents!!! bat doesn’t really speak with the nagoya accent and it’s also very rare for anime to have characters that do, so that makes him happy as someone who grew up in aichi prefecture
sakakihara-san liked how so many of bat’s charms and elements were condensed into one episode!!! with jyushi, tho he was being picked on by the antagonists, he liked how the episode highlighted the trials jyushi’s gone thru to make him strong enough to lend a helping hand to belial
hayama-san comments that ever since the battle between bat and mtr, he thinks bat’s appeal is that, just as we witnessed with jyushi and belial, they take your hand and pull you up when you’re at your lowest to give you the strength to stand up on your own
whether it’s the hand that’s offered or the hand that receives it, they are joined and will walk as equals and as friends. bad ass temple guides others by building relationships with them, hayama-san said
the interviewer was particularly charmed by hitoya telling jyushi ‘friends you make when you’re young stick with you whole your life’ and so was takeuchi-san. he feels hitoya mentioned this because of his relationship with jakurai, with all its turbulence they’ve still come back to together
the interviewer then brought up ichiro and kuukou’s past as naughty busters!! hayama-san said kuukou’s relationship with ichiro is something that’s been forged stronger than what he has with jyushi and hitoya so there’s a lot of trust kuukou places in ichiro. takeuchi-san said they have the kind of vibe where because they’re former teammates, they can understand each other without saying anything and hayama-san agrees
hayama-san feels mcd and nb have a similar connection and when the four of them got together, ichiro and kuukou kinda had their own little bubble. the interviewer thought ichiro and kuukou’s conversation, where kuukou asked why didn’t ichiro call him and ichiro’s asking if he really needed to (and ofc he didn’t) had that atmosphere and that conversation honestly made hayama-san swoon with how smooth and natural it was lol
when asked about their thoughts about sanity, the insert rap, hayama-san initially felt it was similar to rip but that opinion changed after listening to the demo. sanity, to him, felt similar to a division all stars song where he doesn’t sing in kuukou’s style in order to bring out the harmony of the song. sakakihara-san also takes in account to how much of jyushi’s vkei style he should put in songs like division all stars songs
takeuchi-san also found himself considering the harmony in sanity and didn’t go hard on the volume for his parts as he would with other songs
takeuchi-san feels like sanity has a very strong kuukou influence and after hayama-san listened to the whole thing, he felt excited thinking about how to maintain bat’s individualities when performing it live
next up was next stage!! all the artists who wrote for each individual team has done so in past songs and moroha’s afro, who gave us kaigen, returned for next stage. hayama-san was very happy to work with him again
the part in jyushi’s verse, where he goes ‘guided by the sky, protected by the heavens’ and onwards was a bit of a struggle for sakakihara-san to portray jyushi’s feelings like he wanted to. he kept asking for retries to get the vibe he wanted
hayama-san felt the same since kuukou’s thanks in the song isn’t something kuukou really does. kuukou’s not one to be shy or embarrassed so he did multiple takes in order to portray the warmth afro intended when writing those lyrics
takeuchi-san comments that with an artist like afro, it’s really hard to come in after listening to his demo and making his style of music work with their characters. hayama-san followed that with it’s because afro’s music is one that pierces the heart of the listener, himself included, so he’s immediately at the ready to do what he needs to in order to preserve that whilst playing kuukou, hence the multiple takes
and now rise from dead!!! it’s a song with a lot momentum, very fitting for rhyme anima!!!! that momentum is what made the song fun for takeuchi-san
sakakihara-san enjoyed getting to sing for his verses and hayama-san felt like nagoya’s part could be summed up as, kuukou bringing the breakneck speed, jyushi’s like a dance and hitoya wraps it up with a crash
the interviewer then commented it felt like the three of them got along with each other very well. but had their impressions of each other changed over the years??
hayama-san doesn’t think so but takeuchi-san Has Words About That (and hayama-san and sakakihara-san start laughing LOL)
they’ve gotten less shy around him and hayama-san teasingly tells him that’s because he’s spoiled them rotten by letting them get away with everything, with sakakihara-san chiming in, ‘papa!!💜’
naturally he wasn’t as comfortable with them when they first met, they were strangers, but as they hung out together more, he felt he could let go of walls and manners around them. this makes sakakihara-san giggle💜
hayama-san takes the time to apologise to takeuchi-san, he feels like he’s been taking it too far lately and takeuchi-san calls him a liar LOL
the interviewer asks them what they think their appeal is as performers and hayama-san and takeuchi-san both went, ‘destructive power probably????’
takeuchi-san thinks they’re like, A Lot, whenever they perform together lmao
hayama-san, from day one, has set out to destroy the atmosphere the og divisions set lmao in a breaking barriers way. takeuchi-san honestly feels like he will every time he takes stage and sakakihara-san feels the same way watching the both of them lol
takeuchi-san feels like there may be a sense of friendly rivalry between the three of them as they all try to find ways to shatter glass ceilings with every live and each of them trying to take that momentum higher
hayama-san agrees and says one way they can do that is to bring a gold sachihoko on stage like the way mtr brings palm trees out for papillon
takeuchi-san tells the interviewer hayama-san has been asking for this for a while lol
sakakihara-san also relays to the interviewer that he’s been trying to manifest this for them by speaking it into existence lmao
the interviewer laughs at them and asks about 8th live stories. sakakihara-san starts giggling and upon takeuchi-san asking why, he brings up the shinkansen pic story and hayama-san and takeuchi-san missing their cues. he is very determined to never let them live it down lmao
the interviewer finally asked for their final words!!!
takeuchi-san comments the rhyme anima story seems to be pushed along by those being controlled against their will. it’s been handled lightheartedly but will the story take a darker turn?? tune in!!!!
sakakihara-san commented tho the episodes as of now are solo division focused, there will be a time when viewers can watch and enjoy the chemical reactions that happen once the divisions start to mingle. please enjoy the story impacts all of the characters!!!
hayama-san says finally nagoya and osaka are in the anime. do look forward to seeing all 18 people come together, what conversations they’ll have, what kind of atmosphere it creates and how the characteristics of each person stands out. kuukou and ichiro have more conversations, so if you enjoy naughty busters, please look forward to it!!!
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Got room for one more lost sheep? // e.m x gn!reader
All thoughts, actions and feelings expressed verbally by reader as well as in the narrative are mine. Some good ol' self-insert catharsis🥰 I would have done anything to have had an Eddie in high school to help me deal with all the bullying, but I never found one. I feel like I'm still waiting for him in my mid 20s... There's time.💖 (And if I can’t find one, then I’ll keep working on becoming one. I feel like he’d appreciate that.)
TW; talks of VERY specific bullying encounters from the past (my own irl ones from high school; Jason against reader), reader is painfully shy because of said bullying but they grow into it, angst, comfort, anger (Eddie), swearing with dialogue & narrative, slow burn, love confessions, friends to lovers trope (my beloved💖).
As outlined HERE, I just wanted to talk to Eddie for five minutes so here that gush is, fully fleshed out into a fic!
Summary:
"I was always the odd one out. The freak. I had my music and my books to get me through the days but I always looked for someone like you, Eddie. I never found you."
Fingers darted across the table, slipped between your own and squeezed hard.
"I'm here now, sweetheart."
"Yeah," you dashed tears from your eyes with your other hand, "you are."
Word count: 7, 447. (my firstborn😭)
Tagging @hersweetrevenge @seafrost-fangirl @another-day-in-chuckletown @alliecheer007-88 @sabbathsworld and also @eddiebunson & @hawkinshighdropout who both gave me so much advice on Eddie’s character! Without these two, this fic would have been deleted, unfinished, and it never would have seen the light of day! and a biiiiig thank you to @gemstone-roses for reading this over for me when it was almost finished and easing my anxieties about posting!
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Eddie Munson had always intrigued you, ever since you first saw him.
He was... beautiful.
You were sat across the room from him in the cafeteria, your nose in a book. Music blared through your headphones but you tried to keep your body still. If you had been at home, you would have allowed your body to move to the music; no rhyme or rhythm, just movement for its own sake as you sank into the music like it was a hot bath for your soul. But you were in a crowded canteen and you were already disliked as it was, for no 'crime' other than being yourself.
For many people, that was enough of an excuse to be a bully.
People so loved to condemn what they didn't comprehend.
You had, years ago, learned to accept that you understood yourself (sometimes, and often with much introspection), even if no one else did or bothered to even try, and that simple yet devastatingly complex truth had to be enough.
It had to be.
As you turned the page, only half reading your latest book, you felt eyes on you. You looked up and around the room, trying not to make it seem like you were looking for someone, before you caught Eddie's gaze. There was a roughness to him, most definitely some kind of edge which made you realise that you never wanted to piss him off, but there was a softness to him, too. The cruelty of the world had eroded his walls, chipping pieces of him away at a time, leaving some tender vulnerabilities which he patched over with a devil-may-care attitude. Most people took him at face value, but you saw yourself in him, and it only made you even more curious about him.
There was more to Eddie than met the eye, and you wanted to know him. You wanted to know him as well as you knew yourself, but you had never even spoken to him.
He lifted his eyebrows as you maintained the glance and you couldn't help the small genuine smile as you saw that you had his attention. Even if it was only for a moment. You weren't sure if he was surprised that you were returning the non-verbal hello or if he was asking a question with those eyebrows, but you raised a hand in a small wave. You felt embarrassed to be waving, but you didn’t want to leave Eddie hanging. So many people ignored him, and you had sworn to yourself long ago that if you were ever lucky enough to get to speak to him, you would take full advantage of any chances you found or forged… whichever came first. This instance, the very first of many, was the latter. The kind smile which you received in response was small, and those eyebrows were definitely surprised now, but Eddie waved back after looking around to make sure that you were waving at him, and not someone walking past. Something in you ached at that, and you felt compelled to finally, after months of being drawn to him, approach Eddie for yourself.
You stood up, removing your headphones, the guitar riff cut off half way through, though it continued to play in your mind, so familiar were you with your favourite songs that you could listen to them with your imagination almost note for note. You let the book close, stuffed it into your bag, dropped your Walkman in with it, and carefully made your way through the circular tables and various groups which spelled trouble for those who didn't fit into one neat little societal ascribed box. People stared at you as you did so, and you had to step over a few feet; people trying to trip you up wasn't anything new, but you weren't in the mood. You had a laser focus on Eddie, who had been nudged by one of the kids he was sitting with as they all watched you approach their table. Eddie only shook his head; it looked like he said, “it’s fine”.
No one ever approached Hellfire at all, let alone willingly, yet you had done so of your own accord.
Your courage left you as Eddie's eyes caught yours for a second time, and you faltered in your steps. Those eyebrows raised again, just slightly, and you thought that perhaps it was encouragement. Or maybe he was curious. Or maybe he was going to be rude to you like everyone else was... you shook that thought off. This was Eddie. You didn't know him that well, not yet, but you knew enough to know that he was gentler than he looked. It was a huge part of the intrigue for you, how someone who looked so intimidating could be so kind.
What sort of life had he known?
You suspected that the answer to that question would be answered by the sands of time, as all mysteries unravel with enough patience and persistence. The tapestry of Eddie Munson was undoubtedly an ethereal one, and you wanted to see it now.
Finally, you reached his table, your fingers wringing the straps of your backpack, slung haphazardly over your shoulder in your haste to do as you wanted – to stop being forced to sit on your own, either at a table or in a bathroom cubicle, and to sit with Eddie and his friends - before you could talk yourself out of it.
“H-h, Eddie. I, uh, I – may I... can I sit – I mean, may I s - “ You sighed, frustrated with yourself, and turned away from Eddie to instead look out of the window. The sun was high and it left a green cast across your vision. It burned but you didn't look away, the stinging of the bright light distracting you from the telltale sting of tears.
Why couldn't you say one fucking sentence?
You didn't need to. Eddie saw you in that moment, and he took pity on you; helped you out a bit. You had extended a very tentative olive branch, and he remembered all too well the soul deep loneliness he had been plagued with before he had cultivated his Hellfire Club. His family.
Right away, so awfully shy (scared, as he would come to discover later on, when your own tapestry began to reveal itself), you were accepted. Befriended. Eddie's heart was an open highway, despite how many more people left than those that stayed. Most people chose to avoid his roads, rather than see things themselves before making a decision. He was used to it, but he wasn’t used to this, and he wanted to make the best of it. On that, you were agreed, though neither of you knew it.
“Gentlemen,” Eddie addressed his friends as he leaned over to grab the chair right in front of you, pushing it back until the edge of the chair pressed against your front. You stepped back and the chair scraped across the polished floor, making you wince. “I think we found another lost sheepie who needs our help. Who needs us.” He waved a hand in a way you read as 'sit down'.
“Y/N.”
Eddie had to strain his ears to hear you mumbling. You were painfully anxious, practically inaudible over the cacophony of the canteen, but you had paid a high price to just come over and he wanted to make it a little easier on you. He nodded and repeated your name to himself, committing it to memory. God, your heart was trying to beat out of your damn chest, pounding a wild tattoo against the cage of your ribs. You eased yourself down slowly, lowering your bag down gently. Wanting to get comfortable but waiting for the punchline.
The jokes you didn't see being set up always hit you the hardest in the aftermath but just this once, please, could something go right for you? Of all the tables in the canteen, you wanted the people sat at this one to be it for you.
You reminded Eddie of a wild animal as he watched you join his little flock, all caution just in case a loud or sudden noise made you bolt. The anxiety was coming off you in waves and he wondered what had caused you to finally come and say hello – this wasn't the first time he had caught you staring from across the room. You were a frequent starer, had been for months, but Eddie had never confronted you about it. Your gaze wasn't... demeaning but rather... Curious, and longing. Yeah, that sounded about right. He hadn't been waiting for you, per se, but he also hadn't been surprised by this turn of events. He thought… no, he knew it was brave of you to do this. Eddie knew a lost sheepie when he saw one, even when he wasn't wearing his Bo Peep. He'd been one his entire life until he'd found a way to become for others what he'd always so desperately craved for himself.
“Why are you here?” The question was blunt, rude, spoken by a dark curly haired teenager. You could barely see his eyes through the mop of curls and you shrunk back into yourself, wincing as you gripped the edges of the stiff plastic chair. Preparing to run.
“Shut it, Wheeler,” Eddie snapped, dark eyes flashed with irritation. “We welcome all lost sheepies here.” He took a deep breath and then smiled at you, his dimples just beginning to crease the apples of his cheeks. “And what brings you to Hellfire, little lamb?” Eddie adopted his Dungeon Master voice and paired it with another grand hand gesture, wanting to make you laugh. You were still so anxious and shy, borderline scared, Eddie thought, and he wanted to ease your way. You had been so courageous already and he wanted to help you. He had done the same for everyone sat at the Hellfire table at one point or another.
It helped that the intrigue you had always felt towards him was mutual. But you didn't know that, not yet.
Eddie had to coax you out of your shell first.
“I...” You took a deep breath, fisting the material of your shirt. You noticed that he had asked you the same question as Wheeler, though it had been worded much nicer and in such a way that you felt like it was okay to ask for what you wanted. Eddie's eyes followed the movement of your hands and he smiled kindly at you, trying to get you to ease up on the nerves. Just a little more. He wondered who had hurt you, for you to be like this over something most others took for granted. “I wanted to... come over and say hi because you're... Hellfire.”
“What? That doesn't even make sense.” Mike scoffed, pushing mashed potatoes around his plate.
Eddie closed his eyes in irritation, willed himself not to snap at the oblivious teen. In time, Mike would learn, as all children must. “It does, Wheeler. Count yourself lucky you never had to find so much bravery just for a hello.”
He looked at you, his eyes full of patience, waiting for you to continue. You weren't done just yet, he could feel it.
“I... you're Hellfire. You always have so much fun over here, I can hear you from across the canteen, and I was over there on my own and I just... I want to sit here with you all and soak up the sun. I – if that's okay, I don't want to be a bother or get in your way or anything.”
Eddie shook his head. “You're absolutely not a bother, sweet thing. There's always room for more.” He caught the implication that you had just called him the sun, warm and safe... A light blush dusted his cheeks but he refused to mention it to you or anyone else.
To stop anyone from noticing his reaction to your genuine, offhanded praise, and to show you that you were welcome, Eddie turned back to the group and carried on mocking the article he was reading aloud; how dangerous the group's beloved fantasy game apparently was. If D&D was that dangerous, then it was the safest danger you would ever know. It was as if you had been there the whole time, and you marvelled at how Eddie was able to make you feel like you fit in with just a few sentences. His vibe was warm, totally against the intimidating edge he put on every moment of the school day. You wanted to know him in private life.
If Eddie was the sun, as you had described, then you wanted to bask in him.
Just like that, you were a member of Hellfire. One lunchtime at his table turned to two, then three, then four, and before you knew it, you could barely remember what it was to have to sit alone in the bathroom eating lunch, or being made to sit in the canteen where people would 'accidentally' knock into you or otherwise pretend like you weren't there. You were a cheap source of entertainment and you loathed it, but in Hellfire, no one came near you.
Eddie had somehow become your protector; a Shepard tending to his flock.
It was everything you had daydreamed about that day you had decided to be brave, just for five minutes.
Usually, when someone approached Eddie, it was for a drug sale or for something less than savoury, and he was always on edge. But with you, Eddie only felt safe. You had never given him cause for concern, in that your words and actions were an act. Your anxiety had lessened over the weeks since you had joined Hellfire (especially since Eddie had given you your own shirt after a week of sitting with the group) but sometimes you retreated back into your shell and didn't come out, no matter how gently Eddie tried to coax you. That was okay, he understood you better than anyone else in Hellfire; much of yourselves were reflected in the other person. Someone had hurt you really bad in the past, they must have done, but Eddie never ever pushed you for anything. No questions asked, no explanations needed. He was content to let everything show itself in time. He knew how to be patient.
Until the day came, several weeks later, when Jason stormed into the canteen. He was shouting something about a pep rally, but his voice flooded you with so much fear that you felt nauseous and you practically threw yourself at Eddie with a noise which made his heart shrivel up in his chest. “No, no, no, no no no no no no no no - “ Your breathing picked up and you shoved your chair as close to Eddie as you possibly could, ducking your face into his back as you pressed your hands underneath his leather jacket, clinging to him. "Please don't let him see me, please please please - "
You weren't even thinking, Eddie registered in the back of his mind. You were hiding in your pure unadulterated fear. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey, hey,” Eddie got out in a rush as he felt you burrow into his back, almost like you were trying to crawl inside his skin, where it was safe; the other Hellfire members looking at what little they could see of you like you had sprouted a third head, “Easy, easy, Y/N, it's okay,” Eddie reached back and rested his hand on whatever part of you was closest (he hoped it was nowhere inappropriate, though he doubted you cared), rubbing his thumb across your clothes. His tenderness with you was at total odds with the way he was glaring at Jason. Finally, the question of who had hurt you so badly in your life was answered, and Eddie had never felt as bloodthirsty with rage in his life as he did in that moment. “I've got you, sweetheart, you're safe, don't let go of me.” His dark eyes followed Jason across the canteen, passed the Hellfire Club (Eddie and Jason exchanged almost identical looks of disgust towards each other, but thankfully, Jason didn't spot you), right up to the door next to the stage as the jock left the room.
When Jason was gone, Eddie patted you, being careful with his hand because he still didn't know what was being touched. “You can come out now, little lamb,” his Dungeon Master voice usually made you giggle, but you only tightened your grip on him for but a moment before you let him go, very reluctantly, leaving Eddie's back cold and haunted by the ghost of your warm embrace. You sat up slowly, your eyes glassy with tears, and swiped your hands quickly across your face.
"Th-thank you. Sorry." You spoke both sentences quickly, as if you couldn't decide which one should be spoken first, though both were equally important for you to say. You took several long deep breaths and Eddie's fingers spidered across his lap as he searched for your hand under the table, giving you a comforting squeeze.
"He hurt you." Eddie stated slowly, his dark eyes so soft and tender that it made you want to cry. You bit down on your inner cheek and wrinkled your nose against the urge. You gave him a nod; it was all you had.
"Uh, what - what was that?" Mike's eyebrows had almost disappeared into his hairline as he and the others had watched you and Eddie interacting. You were too busy staring down at your hand, laced with Eddie's, to notice everyone sharing a look of 'holy shit' and 'what the fuck?' but no one said anything. Everyone was waiting for you and what you would choose to share with them.
"Jason scares me."
"Yeah, no shit," Someone snorted. It might have been Mike; you weren't paying all that much attention.
"He... shut me in a bathroom cubicle when I was in first year. Lured me there by asking me to do something... I think it was grabbing a book he'd forgotten or something. But I got jumped; shoved in a bathroom cubicle, which was then barricaded with... something, the fuck if I know. And they turned out the lights. Jason left me there in the dark, alone, for an entire school day. Only reason I was found was 'cause I didn't come home. My parents lost their freaking minds and ripped the school apart looking for me. And the day after, some girls shoved me into a locker... from there, it never stopped. All I had from then on were my music and my books." You sniffled and Eddie's other hand rubbed your back in fluid, slow motions. Comforting you. Briefly, you wondered if he comforted other friends like this. You appreciated how tactile he was. "Jason was always the instigator. Always. A few months after this, one of his guys asked to be friends with me. I agreed... didn't realise he'd done it as a dare. No one actually wanted to be friends with me... it was all a joke. Someone outside the group told me all about it after a few weeks and they mocked me for believing them, that anyone wanted me around. After that, I never bothered trying to make friends. Just gave up, let it happen 'til I became the freak. Had no one, really. Until... until you." You braved a small smile. "I figured if I made myself as small and as inconsequential as possible, he'd ignore me. And he does... but he scares me." You glanced at Eddie, then. "Sorry I threw myself at you."
It was the most any of them had ever heard you say in one sitting during all the time they had known you, and you felt like a small weight had been let off your chest. Eddie, who had waited patiently for you to reach the end of your tale, was almost shaking in rage. He jumped up and out of his seat, his tongue, as sharp as a blade, locked and loaded. All four guys sat at the table were watching him, their eyes wary; Eddie was gonna fight, he was gonna start something in your name, and he was going to get kicked out again. They had almost had one lunch time without Eddie causing a huge scene; while they enjoyed it when he did, they all knew that the consequences got worse for Eddie for every senior year re-run. Eddie was about to physically fight Jason and while the dude had it coming, did Eddie really have to do it now?
At least, that's what would have happened in any other instance.
Except you flinched.
You flinched away from Eddie, you ripped your hand out of his, when seconds ago you had thrown yourself into him, and Eddie swore under his breath, his fists trembling as he sunk back down in his seat. Nope. He couldn't fight. You flinched. He took several slow, deep, measured breaths, actively calming himself down, and then when he looked at you, there was a tender look in his chocolate eyes. He didn't want you to be scared of him, of what he was capable of. He wanted to comfort you, though his first instinct was to protect you by way of doing unto Jason as was done to you.
Eddie couldn't get your reaction out of his mind's eye and all at once, he was again reminded of the way you had resembled a wild animal that very first day, practically asking Hellfire Club to adopt you as one of their own. You didn't need Eddie to fight for you. You needed him to fight with you. More deep breaths and then Eddie calmed down, down...
"For the record," everyone looked at Eddie, mixed expressions on their faces, "you can always throw yourself at me, sweetheart."
It worked; the tension was defused, chuckles were released with some of that, but the atmosphere around the table was still a tad solemn. And Eddie was now and forevermore on what he would later call Jason Patrol.
Eddie hadn't attacked Jason that day in the canteen, but his protectiveness over you had amplified as he had sworn to himself and to you, that you would never be harmed again.
These were the times over the next few months where Eddie's feelings for you grew, just as yours did for him. You started to see Eddie everywhere; he would be coming from the opposite direction and you'd smile at each other, but then moments later he'd be on the other end of the corridor, slightly out of breath and greeting you like you hadn't just seen him. He was like a lost puppy, trying and failing to not let you catch onto him.
Once or twice, he'd come up to you and grab your face, almost smushing your cheeks together. No words would be said but the eye contact would be intimate, Eddie's dark eyes and gentle but firm, hot grip, not letting you turn your face away. There would be some kind of reassurance in his eyes and you would relax, though he wouldn't let you look around. The lengths of time he held you like this varied, but the same signal occurred every time. Dustin would pat Eddie's shoulder - Jason's gone - and the tension would melt out of his body, he'd blink, and in an instant go from serious back to his usual self.
The subject was only broached to you once more, as the school term was ending and Eddie's campaign was reaching a conclusion. Just a throwaway comment but to you, it kick-started your want to make Eddie aware of how grateful you were for and to him.
"Hey, uh, something else for the record," Eddie gestured right at you with a pretzel held like a guitar pick, "I would have noticed you missing, and I would have found you that day, I promise." He shoved the pretzel in his mouth, crunched down on it hard, and once again, his serious melted away as he nodded his goodbyes.
You remained at the table with Dustin and Mike after Eddie left to go secure a deal out by the benches, and slammed your head against the plastic table.
“Why can't I just – fucking – tell – him - “ Every word was punctuated with a bang against the table.
Dustin messily shoved his hand between your forehead and the table. “Holy shit!” He used his hold on your head to push it up so that he could look at you. “Stop doing that. Here, look,” Dustin leaned over with a glance at Mike, who just shrugged. “You gotta tell Eddie. This is the kinda thing he'd want to know.”
“But, Dustin - “ You pushed back against Dustin's hand, making as if to hit your head again, and then leaned fully back until the kid lowered his hand. You shot him a small smile, thank you. “It's Eddie. I can't tell him. What if he doesn't believe me or doesn't want to know what I want to tell him?”
“And... what – what do you want to tell him?” Mike folded his arms over his chest, his dark brows furrowed in confusion as he and Dustin glanced at each other. Dustin had always been the most emotionally mature of the kids in Hellfire, and the relationship he and Eddie had was very familial; Dustin was touchy-feely with Eddie and Eddie was the very same back. No one interacted with Eddie the way Dustin did, and vice versa.
You took a deep breath. “All of it?”
Dustin waved his hand in a movement very much like Eddie. “Lay it on us.”
“Like... what kind of pretzels does he like? Those soft doughy ones which you gotta hold in two hands or those small hard ones he has at lunch? What guitar riffs in which Metallica songs make his heart bleed? Which lyrics made him who he is today? What's his – what's his bedtime routine? Does he have a morning routine? Is he... what Iron Maiden songs does he like? Not like? What about Black Sabbath? What are his favourite songs? Would he choose Ozzy over Black Sabbath if he had to, or the other way around or would he rather die? Is there a fourth option in that ridiculous scenario? I want to know what temperature he likes his food, how he takes his coffee, I want to know what his favourite things about planning campaigns are... how does he get started? How does he know when it's done? What song did he listen to this morning? What was the last one he remembers last night? What tattoo design is his favourite? Which one hurt the most? Why did he put them there on his body and not somewhere else? I want to know Eddie inside out, back to front and all the other ways. Like, if he was the ocean, I'd want to dive in. Get lost in him, you know?”
“Uhh... You get really talkative when it involves Eddie.” You weren't sure if Mike ever didn't have his eyebrows raised and you shrugged, flowers blooming inside your chest as warmth spread through you. You smiled, felt your face getting hot, and felt yourself becoming shy as you looked out of the window towards the forest. You couldn't deny it, not just to yourself but to anyone who bothered to learn, but how could you ever bring yourself to tell Eddie? It would probably ruin everything the two of you had together, and you would rather have Eddie as your best friend than you would not have him at all, all because you couldn't keep your feelings to yourself. You had done so well to get this far, you didn't want to jeopardise it. You ignored the part of you which wondered if Eddie felt the same way. That wasn't a road you wanted to even think about going down. Not now, and if your fear got your way, maybe not ever.
“Holy shit,” Dustin breathed, “You love Eddie. Like, a lot. That's it, Y/N, you need to tell him. Eddie will want to know. He won't care how you tell him, just that you do.” Dustin waved his hand, as if to consider the deal done.
You were going to have to confess to Eddie. The thought terrified you, excited you, made you feel like you shouldn't have stolen some of Eddie's pretzels as your stomach churned. “But, Dustin - “
“No! Y/N, you don't know Eddie like I do. You gotta tell him. Eddie's always had it rough but this? This will be...” Dustin shook his head, “Why didn't I see this before? He would be upset if you didn't tell him. Pretty sure he feels the same way.”
“Wh-what?”
Mike shrugged, his dark eyes amused. “Don't see him holding anyone else's hand under the table, do you?”
Dustin giggled, and you were almost mystified.
The topic was dropped as the lunch bell rang to signal that classes were resuming, and you thought that that was it.
You should have known that Dustin wasn't the type of person to let things go. He wanted Eddie to know that he was loved, so much, by you, the one who had risked it all in the name of wanting a new friend. You and Eddie had always been drawn to each other, and Dustin wondered what Eddie would give him as a favour once he got together with you. Dustin would be owed big time for this. Dustin wanted Eddie to be happy and he wanted you to be happy, and so he got to scheming.
The next day, Dustin filled Mike in on his plans.
“Dude, who cares? Let them work it out thems - “
Dustin sighed, shaking his head at Mike's nonchalance. “Really? Do you really think Y/N's gonna tell Eddie anything? They're still so shy but they really get going when it involves Eddie. Just – follow my lead, all right? I'll get Eddie in the room, you get Y/N talking. Eddie will take the opening given to him – you know what he's like. He just needs a single word from Y/N and he'll take the lead.” Dustin saw that Mike was still sceptical, and he threw his hands up in the air in exasperation. “Look, just start talking. Ask Y/N about Eddie, boom, they'll do everything they need to and not even know about it. It'll come out easier and then they can quit pining over each other.”
Mike wasn't happy about going along with the plan, but if he didn't do it, then someone else would. And it was free entertainment, so what the hell?
The time until lunch for the boys dragged but then the bell rang and Dustin's plan was set into motion as he raced to Eddie's class - Mrs O'Donnell's. The two walked to the canteen together, exchanging pleasantries or a comfortable silence, before Dustin stopped Eddie at the door.
"How do you feel about Y/N?"
Eddie blinked in surprise once, twice, and his response came out in one long breath. He'd held onto his truth for too long. "I am... So totally into them, man, it's not even funny."
"It's just, Mike and I were talking to 'em and there's something they wanna tell you but they're shy about it so we were gonna - " Dustin made a vague gesture with his hands.
Eddie listened as Dustin filled him in. Intrigued, cautious, but willing to listen. "All right, man. I'll... Yeah." What else could he say to something so cryptic?
Dustin shot Mike a thumbs up from across the room and the darker haired teen rolled his eyes, dumped his backpack on the floor as he made his way over to the lunch line. Eddie and Dustin followed, making sure to stand within earshot but outside of your immediate line of sight.
Eddie only needed to hear you.
"So, uh," Mike caught Dustin's eyes over your shoulder, "do you... Wanna practice telling Eddie with me?"
You shook your head. "No, it's... I can't tell him. I won't."
Mike frowned. "Why?"
You smiled. "He's Eddie." It sounded like everything and nothing all at once, but it was the best explanation you had.
"Yeah, but," Mike poked around at his food. How did someone manage to burn sweetcorn? "You had so much to say yesterday. Tell me again what you wanna know? Maybe I can help you out. I've known him longer than you have."
Eddie had a look of concentration on his face, his dark eyes glued to your back. Dustin hid his smile behind a crooked knuckle, teeth gnawing at his skin. Come on, Y/N... Be brave for another five minutes. Eddie needs this and you do too.
You sighed. Everyone involved heard the wistful undertone. "I just - " You sighed again, frustrated that you couldn't just say it, but then it all flooded out of you, "I just want Eddie to know I love him. And - and if he was an ocean, then I'd want to dive in and get lost. I want to know, like, does he like doughy pretzels or the small crunchy ones? Which Black Sabbath songs are his favourite and does he prefer Ozzy as a solo artist or with Sabbath? How does he do his hair? How did he fix that chain to his jacket? What patches does he prefer - ones you sew, iron or glue? What's his favourite thing about being a Dungeon Master? Does he have a thing he doesn't like about D&D and if so, how does he work around it? Or does he do it anyway for the love of the whole? I just... I want to know Eddie so I can love him properly, the way I already do but in such a way that he can't possibly question it because it's right in front of him. But I couldn't tell him... it'd ruin everything. And it'd put pressure on him to say something back and then it could go wrong and I'd... just rather love from afar than try close up and get burned, you know? Eddie burns so hot. I said it to him when we met but... he's like the sun. He makes me feel warm, safe... he makes me feel like myself. I love him so much, Mike, I - "
Eddie couldn't take it anymore.
He stepped out from where he was hiding with the biggest, goofiest smile on his face, the apples of his cheeks heavily creased. The blush on his face was very obvious, and he tugged a thick lock of his dark hair over his mouth, hiding even as he said, "So, uh... do you - do you really mean that, Y/N?"
Mike may as well have thrown ice cold water all over you.
You froze, a deer in headlights. Still, you found it within you to nod. What would be the point of lying? Immediately, Dustin's plan became clear to you, and though you were grateful to him for doing what you had not the courage to do, you were scared. Of Eddie. Of what he would - or wouldn't - say, as the case may be. You felt sick, shot Dustin a look of 'what the fuck do I do?'
Once again, he had your back.
Dustin cleared his throat. "Take Y/N to the benches, Eddie. You can... talk." A tight smile, a sarcastic comment held back. He wanted to tease the two of you, but he remembered how he and Suzie had been initially, and so he refrained. This wasn't the time or the place. He could get Eddie for it later. But for right now... talking.
Eddie gave Dustin a look of brotherly pride. Fuck, he loved that little shrimp. Didn't know why all of the time, but Dustin shined in moments which required emotional maturity and intelligence. Mike could learn a lot from Dustin. He needed to. "Yeah, dude," Eddie nodded, shouldered his bag. His other hand reached out for yours, gave you a comforting squeeze. His fingers laced in yours was so familiar a sensation, physically and emotionally, that it relaxed you even in this situation. The effect he had on you was insurmountable.
And now he knew.
Shit, shit, shit.
"C'mon, sweetheart, let's go somewhere where it's just us. We'll be safe there."
You would follow Eddie anywhere, so with cheeks burning, eyes on the floor, you did as he directed. You felt safety in the way Eddie was taking the lead, in the way this situation had been orchestrated. You had wanted to tell him so badly but you hadn't had it in you, so your friends had helped you yet again. Already, you were devising ways in which you could thank them.
In forever but also no time at all, Eddie had you at the bench where he did his deals; you sat, knees bouncing and looking everywhere but Eddie, and he let his hand slip out of yours. You flexed your fingers, palm cold, empty, and you took your own hand. The feeling wasn't anything near what it felt like to hold Eddie's hand, but it was good enough a method to ground you. Keep you brave.
"Y/N, hey," Eddie's voice was soft, almost a hush, as if he was afraid to disturb the moment, to disturb you. "Look at me, please? You don't, uh - you don't have to speak. Just look."
You dared - you dared - to do as Eddie asked, and the breath left you all at once. Fuck, you had never seen his eyes so dark, so intense. He was looking into you and he laid his hands on the bench, palms up, fingers rubbing against themselves. You copied him and Eddie smiled as he read you like a book, once more locking your fingers with his own and squeezing in comfort, reassurance.
"So, I, uh - " Eddie chuckled awkwardly, looked away and into the trees, "How - how much of that did you mean?" The fact that he was asking you the same question twice in two different ways spoke of the real untold truths about his self-opinion and worth. It made your heart ache and then it was your turn to squeeze his hand in comfort.
"All of it." Fuck it, you were diving in headfirst. The first step was always the worst, the scariest, and you were over that hurdle now. Dustin had practically shoved you across the obstacle and left you to find your footing, but Eddie had been there on the other side, hand outstretched, ready to meet you halfway. Where he found you.
Silence fell, you and Eddie toying with each other's fingers and exchanging small awkward smiles.
Suddenly, Eddie flung himself backwards off the bench, making you gasp and jump up, an incredulous laugh on your lips at the awkward, endearing way he sat himself up, golden leaves all in his hair and dirt across his shirt. He dusted himself down, smirking; a way to lighten the mood, defuse the tension. He was so good at getting you to relax, at getting you to listen to yourself, and he didn't have to do anything other than to be himself... and wasn't that what you had always been drawn to, what you had always loved about him?
"I like smaller pretzels, for the record. Uhh, can't choose between Ozzy solo and Sabbath, I'd rather cut my hair to a buzzcut again instead of choosing between them and you know I love my hair," Eddie was pacing, listing off things he could remember from your speech in the canteen, "my routines for the morning and night are that there are no routines, I wing it. Just like I'm doing now." A beat and then, "what song were you listening to that day in the canteen, when you came over to Hellfire?"
You didn't have to think about it, your chest tight as you finally got some answers to your burning questions. But the more curiosity Eddie sated, the more you had, and you wanted to just get inside Eddie's mind, to become one with him so every part of him was with every part of you, and you could have every truth within him all at the same time. So you'd never be away from him. "Sabbath's War Pigs."
Eddie gave you an appreciative look, surprise etched across his face, and you grinned at each other, both of you finding your normal footing again. He was Eddie and you were Y/N; at your cores, you would always be these people. Best friends and lovers; the ultimate combination.
"Eddie, I... there was something I didn't share that day." You paused, asking for permission to elaborate. Eddie made a show of getting comfortable, resting his chin on his hand and gazing at you. He had all the time in the world for you, with you. He wanted to seize every second. "I was always the odd one out. The freak." Your eyes burned with tears; you didn't fight them. This was all too much and yet, not enough. "I had my music and my books to get me through the days, of all those things you know happened to me, but I always looked for someone like you, Eddie. Someone to protect me, to help me help myself. I'm not so good at that." You smiled sadly. "I never found you."
Fingers darted across the table, slipped between your own and squeezed hard.
"I'm here now, sweetheart."
"Yeah," you dashed tears from your eyes with your other hand, "you are." You couldn't speak anymore. Eddie had taken you to the point where words had run dry and all you could do was feel. "Things are better with you. You're my best friend and I'm so scared you're - "
Eddie tilted his head, eyes sharp. Considering. All at once, he realised he hadn't told you his own feelings and his eyes widened almost comically large as he sought to rectify the situation. "No, I, uh," he chuckled, "I feel the same as you, Y/N." At your look of doubt, he insisted, "no, really. Jesus, the moment I saw you sitting at the table on your own, I knew you were someone special. Did I know how special? No!" He scoffed, "Fuck no! But I knew. That's gotta mean something, Y/N. You're safe here with me, I promise you, and I don't just mean here," he patted the bench for emphasis, "I mean here, too." He leaned over and rested his hand in the air just above where your heart would be; grazing your shirt but not touching you.
Eddie had never needed physical touch to be able to reach your soul.
You both had music in common, and that gave him an olive branch to extend to you. "Listen, I - " he scratched the back of his neck, all bravado gone, "Do you maybe wanna come back to my castle and I'll play some stuff for you? You've never heard me before and I wanna share - " Eddie looked away, the apples of his cheeks giving away the wide grin he was trying to hide from you, " - that stuff with you, so."
You nodded, heat spreading across the inside of your forehead, your stomach swirling, "I'd love to! On one condition." Your smile was building in tandem with Eddie's anticipation, his eyebrows raised in question, "Take me to your next show? I hear Corroded Coffin is the hottest band in town."
Eddie's grin couldn't be contained or restrained; it took over his whole face. You giggled in the face of his happiness and felt it brewing in you, too. The both of you had always been drawn to each other, but neither of you could ever have expected this. In a flash, Eddie was up and out of his seat, around the bench, and throwing his arms around you in a tight bear hug.
"You are something else, Y/N!"
You would have said the same about Eddie, if he hadn't squeezed you so hard that he stole the breath from your lungs.
Oh, well. There was always time.
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riddle-me-ri · 6 months
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Can I get a arkham-verse hatter helping Y/n recover after a nightmare? ....I wish to play with the man's hair and fall asleep 👉 👈
a/n: asdfg this is the softest thing, yes, yes you absolutely can anon fun fact, the nightmare the reader has is based on a nightmare I had back in college so…enjoy 😀
Content Warning: detailed scary scenario (being stalked) other than that none really.
Word Count: 663
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Arkhamverse Mad Hatter x Reader - Only a Nightmare
You couldn’t shake the feeling you were being watched. 
Almost like someone was staring holes right through you, a hole through your lungs, making it hard to catch your breath. 
You also didn’t recognize your surroundings…you were definitely still in Gotham though. All alone on a foggy night with no street signs in sight and on an empty sidewalk. 
At least it seemed empty.
Being alone already had you on edge, let alone with someone you didn’t know…and who felt extremely threatening. 
The fog slowly dissipated a little and you could start to make out more of the figure. 
They were tall and broad, most of their face was obscured by the shadow of their hood. 
You didn’t get many more details because you quickly opted to turn away and start speed walking away. 
Your heart dropped when you heard a set of heavy footsteps echo after your own. 
Speed walking shifted into a jog and before you know it, you were running with no clear direction. 
Deeper into the thickness of the fog. 
Suddenly, you reached a door to a house. You yanked the door open without a second thought. Maybe this was a house you’ve been in before, if you had a chance to take it all in you could recognize it. 
“J-Jervis…Jervis!” 
You felt your mouth shape around his name but no sound came out of it. No matter how hard you try to get your chords to work, they seized to make a sound. 
“H-Help!” 
Still no sound. 
The figure’s shadow got larger and larger in the window. 
The house seemed to shrink-pulling you closer to the door. 
The door knob started twisting and turning–
The door creaked open–
“Wake up, wake up my dear! You’re having an awful nightmare I fear!” 
Your eyes shot open. Your heart almost palpitating through your rib cage. 
The house, the figure, the fog…it all faded away. 
In reality, you were in bed. Jervis at your side, his face riddled with concern. Both of his hands were on your shoulders, he gently shook you out of your nightmare. 
The only thing you could think of to do was hug him. 
“My, my, something in your sleep has gone awry.” He muttered but returned your embrace full-heartedly.
“Y-Yeah…I–It was a nightmare…An awful nightmare, Jervis. I hadn’t had one so scary in years–I…” You nestled your head deeper into the crook of his neck and shoulder. 
“I-I couldn’t find you…I called for you but no noise came out.” You quietly whispered, sniffling slightly. “I was all alone…”
Jervis’ heart sunk. He couldn’t imagine a worse nightmare. To somehow be separated from you, to not be there for you…to know that you need him and there isn’t anything he can do. 
He began slowly rocking you back and forth, softly shushing your quiet sniffles. “But not anymore, my dear! I promise you have nothing to fear, your Jervis is here!” 
You squeezed your arms around him tighter at that last statement. He’s right, you’re not alone…not when it mattered. Jervis was always there. 
After a few more moments of calming silence, you reluctantly pulled out of the embrace to face him. 
Jervis leaned forward and gave you a kiss on your forehead. 
“Would you like to try and go back to sleep? Maybe try counting sheep?”
You giggled at the whimsy rhyme, but nodded as you lowered your body into the mattress. You brought Jervis with you on your descent and he nestled perfectly into your side like a puzzle piece, with your arms still interlocked around each other’s bodies. 
You began stroking his scalp, your fingers gingerly raking into the strands of his hair. The rhythmic motion immediately lulled Jervis back to a soft doze. 
As you matched your breathing with him, you too finally fell back asleep into a dreamless slumber. Which you were more than content with, for there was no better dream than the reality of waking up tomorrow next to Jervis. 
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yourplatonicfiance · 1 year
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i suck at titles.
tartaglia x vampire male reader
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it was signora who had invited you out to the outdoor market today, strange for a cold place like snezhnaya, however common to the locals. they sold many things, ranging from fish to imported toys for the children.
you liked signora, she was actually quite close to what you'd call a best friend. she is also one of the only ones to know you're true nature. now, you thought, what kind of friend would you be if you cancelled? she'd understand, surely, but still you'd feel bad.
it was a nice day - for you, anyway. the clouds were out, the sun barely showing through at the end of the horizen. but, as for personal matters - your hunger - it was not the greatest. your plans of hunting had been halted all week, due to work and god knows what else. this made your eyes dark, and as far as your physical state...let's just say it was worse than what a typical person would call lathargic. your sight blurred sometimes, your legs threatened to give out, and worst of all, the scent of blood was heightened, even more than usual, so you had to deal with that nagging urge to just sink your teeth into someone.
you couldn't find the tall blonde you had agreed to meet up with through the large crowd. you almost stumbled into people as they gave you strange looks.
"um..excuse me, ma'am? have you seen a tall blonde woman, she - i-i'm sorry...i have to go..." got that scent the small plump woman you had decided to ask about signora's whereabouts...that fresh blood pumping through her frost nipped cheeks...fuck.
"you alright, sweetie?" she asked, her musical voice chirped as you stumbled quickly away, desparate to not create a scene. you waved a hand up, as if to dismiss her comment, when you really, certainly not alright. she probably guessed you were taking drugs.
you needed to compose yourself, you thought, you head swiveling franitically as you looked for somewhere to take a moment to regain your senses. maybe. maybe you should just get out of here. you'd explain to signora later. you'd -
you suddenly let out an 'umfph!' as you felt your body knock into something. someone.
"well, look who it is! didn't expect to see you here, cutie~"
that voice. that smell.
your now darkened eyes snapped up to meet ocean blue orbs. of course. it was childe.
his brows furrowed as he examined you, his expression becoming that of a more serious one. "you're not...you're not feeling alright...here, can you walk?" childe quickly assessed your condition, though he didn't know any rhyme or reason behind it, he knew you weren't well. you didn't speak as he gently took your body into his arms, not neccesarily carrying you, but holding you against him in almost a protective manner.
"c'mon, the place i'm staying isn't too far, you can rest there," he muttered, quickly making his way through the crowd. you let him take you there, trying to think about anything but that overwhelmingly delectable scent of his blood. it must be because of his foul legacy, it made his blood different, more desirable.
not too long later, childe had managed to get you both into the inn room he was staying at. you didn't question why he wasn't staying with his family, simply sat down on the bed, attempting to distract yourself by taking in the room. it was surprisingly high-quality. a fire place, a king bed, red carpets, red furnishings, red bedspread...god dammit. this was bad.
you felt childe's weight against the bed next to you, but you didn't dare look at him. you hands clenched at your sides, desparetely trying to keep you sane.
childe put his hand on your own clenched fist. you tensed, practically feeling his veins pumped with blood. that damn delicious blood. could've been considered a delicacy, even.
"hey...you can talk to me. i'm worried about you. what happened?" he askes, his voice soft as you felt his gaze never leave you.
"childe," you spoke through your teeth. "i...i don't know how to explain. it's...it's really hard for me..r-right now to..i can't...i need...fuck. childe, i need blood. i'm a vampire." as stupid as your confession sounded, it was true.
"i had...a suspicion..actually," childe lightly laughed. "but they're rare. i never expected to meet one -" he stopped as you look at him, your jaw clenched.
"that's right. you need blood."
"yes, that's why i have to go. now." you began to pull away, fighting urge to just bite him right now.
"will my blood suffice? as long as it doesn't...harm you or anything, you know, with my..." he trailed off, looking at you as you stared, astonished, back at him. childe was offering his blood to you? you certainly didn't expect this.
you took a breath. "c-childe, i can't do that. not to you."
"it wouldn't kill me, right? sure i'd lose some blood but, believe me when i say i've had worse," and the worst part was that he wasn't even phased.
slowly, you sat back down. "i...i suppose i could...take it...it just doesn't feel right,"
"it doesn't have to. as long as it brings you back to normal, makes you feel better, i want you to have it." he slowly lifted his hand to the back of your neck, tenderly bringing your head down to meet his neck, as the other hand had been busy undoing his collar.
"it's okay," childe said, his hand now lifting to pet your head. "go ahead,"
"ok..but, it you want me to stop -"
"shhh, eat." as if to hurry you up, his crooked his neck, making it more accesisible to you. slowly, you nodded.
"this might hurt for a second," you murmered before opening your mouth and sinking your fangs into his soft skin. the small pinch alerted him only slightly but just seconds after, his small gasp turned into a moan. god, who knew a vampire sucking blood out of you could feel so good. his head leaned back as he closed his eyes and embraced the waves of ecstasy it brought him as you took in little mouthfuls of his sweet blood.
your small gulps made him smile, knowing you were able to feel better, to have eaten. after a small while, you stopped, taking your head out of his neck and looking at him, hoping he wasn't too dizzy. childe smiled at you drowsily as he wiped a small trail of blood from your mouth, your eyes were now a lighter color, indicated you had your fill, and wouldn't be needed more anytime soon.
"that felt...amazing." childe hummed as his hand played with a strand of your hair. "god, you're so cute,"
"you should get some rest. you're all drowsy now," you said, gently placing your cold hand onto his own that played with your hair.
"you'll stay..?" childe asked, his voice tired. you chuckled and nodded. hearing that he lowered you down onto him, hugging you against him contently. "you're only allowed to drink my blood from now on, got that?" he asked you. you sighed.
"i guess," you say, sighing.
"you gotta promise me. i don't want any else feeling as good as you just made me. only me."
"i promise,"
and you promised.
trust me when i say that one day he came home to you, already undoing his collar and begging for you to feed off of him, even though you ate like 2 days ago.
this takes a slight toll on his own well-being, so now it's you that has to make sure he takes care of himself and eats well.
childe loves his vampire bf <3
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