#TW child abuse (yelling and a slap)
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Steve’s mother was the black sheep of her family.
Stella hated the snow, and the isolation of the small town she grew up in. Hated the bright colors, and sheer friendliness of the neighbors. How everyone was always involved in each other’s business, at all times--and how getting involved meant sharing.
Giving up your time for the greater good.
‘We’re one big family!’ Her father had told her, and hadn’t understood why she found the concept utterly revolting.
Just like she couldn’t understand why they never agreed with her ideas. Things would run so much more smoothly with more rules, better regulations. They didn’t need to rely on magic when they had spreadsheets.
Who cared if some people were upset? If some of the workers where put out of jobs, or “hurt” by her changes?
That was how evolution worked.
The strongest survived, and the business world demanded only the strongest of leaders.
She didn’t regret leaving.
Didn’t look behind her for a second, all too happy to go to college and find herself a rich man to make miserable.
Even had a child, though they were never her favorite things. Her Steven of course, would be so much different from the children she’d grown up among or the ones she helped oversee for her father's work.
He wouldn’t cry. He wouldn’t shriek or scream or make demands of busy adults. Steven would know his place, and he would stay in it until he had grown into a reasonable adult.
No unrealistic expectations, not from her son.
And absolutely, 100%, no magic.
(Unfortunately for Stella Harrington and her relationship with her son, magic does not obey the whims of one person.
Particularly not that kind of magic, one far older than Stella could comprehend.)
See: Steve knew where he came from. Would never say it of course, outright refused to put a name to it.
Knew better, even when he was young, than to speak it aloud.
Though his mother had long abandoned any powers given to her, Steve was still born with his. When lonely, he often found he could wander into a different kind of woods.
One absolutely covered in snow.
Steve should have been cold in those woods, but he never was, not even the first time he stumbled into them at the tender age of seven.
These trees never scared him. Not like the ones in his backyard sometimes did.
The whole place felt rather welcoming in a way his own house had never been, and as Steve had stumbled along following the faint glow of lights, he found himself feeling more relaxed.
Happy.
Even at seven, Steve was smart enough to know he needed to turn back, after a while. That his mother would be furious with him if he caused her to miss the meeting she needed to go to.
That he had a responsibility to be where she put him.
He hadn’t crested the hill yet. Hadn’t quite figured out where the glow was coming from, when he realized he needed to go home--but his trip wasn’t wasted.
A baby reindeer distracted him.
It peeked around a tree, and upon seeing him, came dashing his way.
Steve should be scared, would have been scared, but something in him told him this creature was his friend. He held out his hands and greeted it as such.
He was right.
A few more little reindeer came up over the hill, running around him, and together he played what felt like a game as he walked back in the direction he thought his house lay.
Said his goodbyes when the snow started to wane and made promises to return.
Found, sadly, that he wouldn’t get another chance too for almost a full year. He was too busy, signed up for multiple sports, handed over to tutors and taught life skills by a parade of nannies, none of whom ever stayed for long.
He dreamed of the snow.
The gentle way the woods felt.
It was what made him tell the lie that let him go back.
Steve was eight by then, and smart to how his parents and nannies worked. That some of them overlapped their stays when his parents went away.
So it was easy to tell Mary that she could go.
That it was okay, really. Carla had just called, she was on her way.
Just like it was easy to tell Carla that his parents' plans had changed. Let her know she wasn’t needed after all.
What harm would it do if he was alone for a night? His father kept telling him he was a big boy. Soon he’d be on his own anyway.
The snow found him faster this time, when he went for his walk in the woods.
Delighted, Steve kept an eye out for the reindeer, fingers skittering across tree bark as he looked around, once again tracking the soft glow that came up over the hill.
It was a long walk to that light, but Steve didn’t mind.
Not until he heard the crying.
“Hello?” Steve called, voice prim and proper as always. It was a little high--Tommy teased him endlessly about it, but he had been assured it would deepen.
The crying didn’t stop, but things got quiet for a moment, in the way that happens when someone was trying hard not to be found.
(Steve knew exactly how that felt, not wanting to be found. Wanting to cry for a moment, without someone telling you to toughen up, be a man, ‘God Steven you’re too old for all this--’)
“It’s okay!” Steve rushed out, trying to locate where the muffled sounds were coming from before they ran away. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise!”
Which is right about when he almost tripped over the other kid.
He was hunched against a tree, knees drawn into his chest with brown hair hanging into his eyes. His clothes were a odd--a little like how his teacher had made Steve dress when they’d done a play about the middle ages.
“Who’re you?” The boy asked defensively, wiping his nose with his sleeve.
“I’m Steve.” He said, before kneeling down himself. “Did you get hurt?”
“No.” The boy sniffled. After a moment he added; “M’ Eddie.”
His eyes were large, and reminded Steve of a puppy he once saw. All cute and round and shiny.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.” The boy said and it wasn’t an accusation, but it wasn’t friendly.
“I’m not from around here.” Steve told him. “At least, I don’t think I am.”
It was kind of hard to know, given Steve wasn’t sure where here was, exactly--and absolutely knew better than to ask his parents.
“Well then you should go home.” The boy sniffled again.
Steve wasn't put off by it. Tommy had been a lot meaner than this after all, when they'd first met.
Given their parents made them play together anyways, Steve felt he he could get this kid to like him too.
"I'm gonna, later. I'm looking for something right now though--you wanna come?"
Which he felt was a pretty nice offer. Might distract Eddie from whatever was bothering him.
(Steve liked distractions, when he was upset. It made it a lot easier to swallow down the bad feelings.)
“You shouldn’t hang around me.” Eddie said suddenly. His nose was as red as his eyes, and he refused to look Steve in the eye as he hunched further into himself. “I’m bad.”
“You’re not bad.” Steve told him.
He got a glare for it.
“How would you know?”
“I dunno.” Steve stopped, brows furrowing in thought. “I just--kinda do. I always have.”
Which was true. Steve was awfully good at identifying who was good and who was bad, from adults to his fellow classmates. It had gotten him in trouble before his mother had sat him down, and told him he just had a good business sense.
That he needed to keep to himself who was good and who was bad, especially the adults, because it wasn’t his place to say such things.
(‘But it’ll serve you well in the future.’ His mother told him, tucking an errant strand of hair back behind his ear. ‘Particularly for business deals.’)
“Well you’re wrong then, because I was born bad.” Eddie scoffed, arms crossing over his chest. “Everyone says so!”
It was dramatic as hell, and Steve couldn’t help the giggle that escaped him.
“I’m sorry!” He said immediately, when Eddie’s face flushed angrily. “I’m sorry it’s just--you look kinda silly.”
He mimed Eddie’s stance for a moment, including a dramatic little huff of breath. It unbalanced him, and Steve ended up dropping on his butt, which made him to laugh even louder.
“No one who does that can be bad.” He said finally, through the giggles.
“That’s--stupid. You’re stupid.” Eddie said, except he was clearly trying to hide his own laugh at Steve’s antics.
“I’m not stupid--and you’re not bad. I promise.” Steve said, before reaching out a hand, one pinkie extended. “I’ll swear on it.”
“What’re you doing?” Eddie asked him, but he didn’t sound sad now. More curious.
Curious Steve knew, was a lot better than sad.
“You wrap your pinkie finger with mine. Then it’s a pinkie swear, which is like--unbreakable!”
That’s what Carol had told him at least, and so far it had held true. Steve figured it must work doubly so, in a place like this.
Cautiously, Eddie reached out, entwining his pinkie with Steve’s. Like any minute Steve would snatch his hand back, and tell him it was all a joke.
Instead, Steve bobbed their hands up and down once, before letting go and asking; “Do you wanna go find that light with me? I wanna see what it is.”
He pointed up the hill, toward the glow that had haunted his dreams.”
“Oh that’s boring.“ Eddie told him, but he had a grin on his face that felt infectious. “It’s just the town. I’ll show you something way better!”
“Yeah?” Steve asked, and let Eddie snatch his wrist, launching to his feet and bringing Steve with him.
In doing so his hair blew, revealing that he had pointed ears.
Steve stared at them in awe as Eddie tugged him further into the trees, until they burst into a clearing filled with gingerbread houses. They ranged from teeny tiny, to large enough that Steve and Eddie could walk in them, and it wasn’t long before the two started a game of tag, broken only by laughter.
In retrospect, this was his downfall.
Because the little gingerbread houses were really cool, and Eddie was a lot of fun. It was easy to play with him--like the two of them had been made for each other.
Steve had never connected like this with a person before. Never had so much fun with someone before.
Not even with Tommy and Carol, his very best friends.
Eddie seemed to feel the same way, and not even an hour into meeting him, Steve knew he would remember this for the rest of his life.
Remember Eddie.
Steve ended up losing track of time. Stayed so long that his lie was discovered.
The person who came looking for him wasn’t his parents, but looked weirdly like his mom--if his mom were a boy.
He introduced himself as Steve’s Uncle Nick after he called the two boys to him, hands on his hips in a way Steve kind of wanted to mimic.
Steve knew it to be true, in the same way he knew how to find the forest, and if someone was good or bad. A feeling inside him he could tap into, warm and fuzzy in a way that, should he ever be pressed, he might admit to feeling like magic.
“Now how did you get here?” Uncle Nick asked him, like Steve's presence was a surprising little puzzle.
Knowing better than to lie, sensing that his Uncle would be able to tell if he did anyways, Steve told him the truth.
It got him exactly what he expected, which was an upset adult.
Unlike his mom or dad however, his Uncle didn’t yell at him, or grab Steve’s hand in a punishing grip. No nails dug into his skin, no harsh words were hissed. Uncle Nick simply pinched the tip of his nose, before giving a sigh that shook his massive frame.
“Your mom is going to be very upset.” He said finally.
Like Steve didn't know.
“I just wanted to see the lights.”
“The lights--oh.” Uncle Nick glanced over his shoulder. “Could you see them from your house?”
Steve shook his head.
“No but I could feel them.”
Like a pulse in his chest. A compass, or--a guide.
“He says he can tell who's naughty or nice.” Eddie chimed in, oddly quiet for how loud he had been. “He says I’m good.”
This was said as a challenge, and Steve eyed his new friend out of the corner of his eye. He’d never dared speak to an adult like that, and was both a little in awe of Eddie doing it, and afraid for him.
Something his Uncle seemed to sense.
“Edward, go home.” He said, firm but kind. Not like how Steve's mom was when she was mad, or his dad when he had a bad day at work.“I’ll come talk to you later. Come on Steve, let me walk you back. I best explain this in person.”
Then he took Steve’s hand in his, while Steve called out a goodbye to Eddie over his shoulder.
“You’ll come back and visit, right!?” Eddie yelled back.
Steve shouted an affirmative, even knowing it wasn’t likely he’d be allowed.
(Wished with all his heart, that he'd be allowed.)
“Eddie is really good, you know.” Steve said once he no longer could see his new friend, because it felt important to tell his Uncle that. Necessary, for some reason.
“I know.” Uncle Nick replied gently. “But let’s not worry about him right now, okay?”
“Okay.”
Then they were back in Steve’s woods, the ones that were sometimes unfriendly. In his backyard, and up to the door, and even from here Steve could hear his mother and father screaming at each other, in a tone that made his stomach curl.
“Come on kiddo. Time to face the music.” Uncle Nick told him, and Steve found he really didn’t want to let go of his Uncle’s hand.
He did though.
He was a big boy, and well trained. He didn’t flinch from his parents. Didn’t disobey when his mother demanded he tell her exactly how he got to the fun place, with all the snow--and listened further still when she demanded Uncle Nick take it out of him.
Take what Steve didn’t know--not until his Uncle lost the argument.
Reached into Steve’s chest and did something to him, something that killed that warm and fuzzy thing that had always lived inside Steve.
He cried harder than he ever had before that night. Cried and begged for Uncle Nick to put it back, that he was sorry and he wouldn’t ever use it again if they just let him keep it.
(He promised, he promised, he promised-!)
Sank to his knees and told his parents that it hurt.
They didn't listen, and they didn't put it back.
His father told him to get up off the floor, and then pulled him up when Steve found he couldn’t.
Hauled him to his room, even as his Uncle warned his mother that he couldn’t get rid of it. That he could only suppress it, the same way she suppressed hers, but those words didn’t really matter to Steve just then.
Not when he was hurting, and tired, and found himself wishing for his new friend.
(His mother told him he’d feel better in time.
Steve never did.)
xXx
The hole in Steve’s chest had never filled.
It kept him up at night. The yearning for something just out of reach, tormenting him with a feeling of being hollow.
He didn’t know how his mother could stand it.
Steve stopped fussing about it though--or rather, he stopped the first time his father had slapped him over his complaining.
“Enough, Steven! You’re perfectly fine. Now start acting like it, for fucks sake!” He’d roared, and shocked as he was, Steve had still done what he’d been taught to do.
Toughed it out. Sucked it up. Got over it.
Dumped his entire life into basketball and swimming and other parent-approved activities, even if he felt empty.
He was eight, then ten, then fourteen and soon Steve wasn’t healed, but he'd adjusted.
Got aloof to the pain as his popularity skyrocketed, and his parents left him on his own while they chased the almighty dollar.
(Secretly, Steve tried to fill the void in his heart with parties and people, alcohol and even the occasional drug, though most just left him feeling worse than before.
It was perhaps how he ended up acting as he did.
Turning from the sweet boy who was always helping others, to someone who was fast with their insults. Popularity was a sharks game, and though he refused to participate in the bullying his friends enjoyed, he made sure everyone knew who the biggest fish in the pond was.
Because the hole was always there, in the back of his mind. The thing inside him that was missing, that made him crave the snow, and the lights, and the boy with pointy ears.
He might be able to force himself to forget about all of that, if only the hole in his heart would allow him.)
xXx
Five days before his fifteenth birthday, some random guy showed up in Steve’s yard.
This wasn’t unusual--Steve invited a lot of people over.
Tommy and Carol both had a standing invitation to use his pool and Steve often used it to curry favor with the upperclassmen--but even underwater, Steve didn’t recognize the teenager leaning over to watch him swim.
Plus it was a little weird for someone to pop up on a Sunday.
Refusing to be intimidated, Steve surfaced right under the guy, head whipping up to make sure he splashed him in the face.
Laughed as the other guy sputtered.
“Can I help you man?” Steve drawled, hooking his arms on the lip of the pool.
“I’m looking for someone. Steve Harrington?” The guy told him, glaring as he wiped water off his face.
His hair just touched his shoulders, in that awkward stage of growing out that made him look like a pageboy.
Steve tucked that little observation away for later, in case he needed it.
“Congratulations, you found me.” He said, eyeing him over.
Black jeans with holes in the knees, wallet chain and a black shirt with a faded logo of some band Steve had never heard of proudly displayed. A checkered plaid shirt topped the whole outfit, with a red guitar pick dangling around his neck from a chain.
Like the guy thought he was some kind of rockstar, and not in bumfuck Indiana.
Steve raised an eyebrow.
“Though I think you’re in the wrong place. The audition for the new town jester is being held at the high school.”
He got a frown, like the guy knew he was being insulted but didn’t quite want to believe it. “I’m not here for an audition.”
“You sure? Cause you’re definitely dressed the part.”
“Okay, you are definitely not Steve.” He said, arms crossing his chest. He had a ring on each hand, catching the light as he clutched at his arms. “Steve wasn’t this much of a dick.”
Which wasn’t the first time Steve had been called out for his behavior--but it had never been by the people he was supposed to care about.
Those people, the people his parents liked?
They loved it.
“Times change.” Steve told the stranger. Kept his tone light and playful, the way that always made girls giggle at him and guy’s listen.
Well the ones he wasn’t making fun of, anyways.
“People do too.”
He rearranged himself, planting both palms flat against the concrete, bouncing once to build energy before rocketing out of the water.
Stood, and watched with interest as the new guy’s eyes raked over his naked torso, before his whole face flushed red.
How he looked away, like he suddenly couldn’t bare to look at Steve.
“You shouldn't have changed that much.” He muttered, but Steve already had his number.
"Why were you looking for me anyway?” Steve asked as he went and grabbed a towel. Wrapped it around his waist, but kept his upper body shirtless.
Idly scratched at his hip and watched as the guy acted like Steve had practically stripped naked in front of him.
Weirdly enjoyed the little spark it gave him, to watch this guy appear so affected by his bare chest.
Defensive, the stranger bit out; “We were friends. I haven’t seen him in a long time, I was just checking up on him.”
That made Steve pause.
Really look over the guy standing before him.
The fidgeting, the blushing, the way he avoided Steve’s gaze.
He opened his mouth, an odd urge to draw this out guiding him when the hole in his chest pulsed.
Like a convulsion, a miniature seizure that took Steve entirely by surprise.
It had been a long time since it had done that, long enough to throw Steve off his game.
Make him feel unsafe, unmoored.
Abandoned.
“Yeah?” He wheezed, before covering himself and the flood of wrong/want/need with a harsh cough. “Well now I know you’re definitely barking up the wrong tree. I’d never be friends with a fucking queer.”
At that, the guy’s mouth dropped open, head whipping around to stare at Steve in shock.
"Don’t deny it, I can tell. You’re practically drooling over there.” Steve smiled with all his teeth, even as he struggled to keep his breath even. “It’s disgusting.”
“You know what, fuck you. I thought you were different and you’re not.” The stranger spat, with far more venom than Steve was prepared for. “You’re the same as all the rest.”
He scoffed, before whirling on his heel, middle finger high in the air as he stormed off into the woods.
“Have fun with your sad, beige fucking life!” He yelled, voice a little choked up.
“I will!” Steve yelled back at him, oddly heated.
Rubbed his chest when he was gone, before sitting down to try and figure out what the hell just happened--and why the hell his chest hurt so much.
xXx
Steve’s life remained completely and painfully normal--until Nancy Wheeler.
Nancy and her smile, Nancy and her reminder of what it felt like to be loved.
She didn’t fill the void inside him, but what she did came close.
Felt similar.
Steve found he’d do anything for her, looking at life once again through the lens he had back when he was seven.
It was great.
Better than great--it was the best he’d ever been.
Then Barb went missing.
Shit hit the fan so fast that in retrospect, Steve still doesn’t understand it. There was Jonathan and his camera, with the background of his missing little brother. Tommy and his insults, grabbing Steve up by the collar. Nancy being weird, Nancy ducking him to hang out with the guy who took photographs of them having sex.
Steve's brain tracks it all in little snapshots. The way he realized that maybe Nancy was right--he was way more of an asshole than he thought. How he decided to clean the theater, and then apologize to Jonathan.
(Creepy shit or not, Jonathan’s brother was gone. Steve had never had a brother, but he understood how it felt when something important was taken from you.
How it made you act after.)
There was a shift inside him. Not coming from the void, but from how Steve dealt with it.
And then there was a fucking monster coming out of the ceiling.
This is how Steve learns the magic he once had wasn’t special. That it’s not the only supernatural thing that exists in the world.
Only unlike the snow and gingerbread house and boy with pointed ears and an Uncle that looked a hell of a lot like Santa Clause, this version came with evil government laboratories, the Upside Down and his girlfriend holding a gun.
It was kind of a lot, really.
Particularly because his parents weren’t home.
(They still came home of course, but it wasn’t with the same frequency as it used to be.
The business trips went from once a month, to every other week, to long stretches of away periods. Long enough that Steve spoke to them over the phone more than he did in person, and knew more about business mergers than he ever cared too.
Also his fathers love life, courtesy of his drunk mother.)
Steve didn’t exactly handle it well.
Doesn’t think any of them handled it well, really, even if Nancy blamed him for trying to pretend he was okay. But right as their relationship blew up in Steve’s face, shit started happening again.
Flickering lights and freaky monsters. A group of kids Steve found himself in charge of, who were doing their level best to commit suicide.
(“We’re helping El and Will, idiot!” Mike Wheeler protested in the back of Billy Hargrove’s Camaro when Steve brought up that this was not what being benched meant, and Steve let him have that one given the way the world was spinning.
God that asshole hit like a train.)
Another snapshot, full of fear and fury, and things were over once again.
Steve was telling Nancy it was okay. She could go with Jonathan, that he could tell it was what she wanted.
It hurt him to do it, but he wasn’t going to be like his own parents.
Realized with a weird amount of clarity, that he wanted to be the very opposite of his parents.
Late in the night, feeling every ache and pain in his body but knowing everyone was safe, Steve finally started the long trek home.
He didn’t have his car (he hoped that was still at the Byers place) and he didn’t have his keys (no clue where those went but he was praying it wasn’t in the freaky tunnels) and was well into the middle of his walk when his chest started acting weird. Really weird.
Steve ignored it.
He kept ignoring it, focused on getting back to his bed, and his bed alone.
(Maybe he had been thinking more than that. About how the last time he had truly been happy wasn’t with Nancy, but with Eddie. That he’d give anything to go play in the gingerbread houses again.
Maybe he was even thinking of how warm his Uncle had been, the way he was so gentle when he held Steve’s hand.
How he’d argued against Steve’s parents, when no one else ever did.
It was probably just the head injury.)
Unfortunately--or fortunately, depending on who you asked later--the weird feeling didn't stop.
It grew and grew, until it felt like something was breaking out of him.
Like a cough you’d long suppressed that crawled forcefully up and out of your throat, it both hurt and felt amazing, a pang echoing out through his very core--
Then suddenly there was snow on the trees and Steve was stumbling into a teenager with fluffy hair.
“Sorry.” He muttered, right before he went down on his knees.
“What the hell---” Fluffy haired guy said, spinning around and looking at Steve like he was a ghost. “Oh shit, are you okay!?”
“I’m fine.” Steve lied, even as he gave in and laid down.
Man, this snow was nice.
Comfy and soft, and cold on his face.
There was a string of curses coming from above him, and Steve made the effort to twist his head so he could watch fluffy hair kneel frantically next to him.
“ What happened!? How did you get here!?”
“S’long story man.” Steve slurred, feeling bad and looking worse. His head fucking hurt.
“Don’t suppose there’s a guy named Eddie around? He has uh,” Steve fumbled, hands trying to point to his ears. “Pointed. You know.”
He gestured to his own ear again.
(Figured he might as well ask, given all the snow.)
The Fluffy Hair pulled said hair back at that, revealing his very own pointy ear. “Dude you’re in the North Pole, all us elves have pointy ears.”
The North Pole.
The words Steve had only ever dared to think, and never said out loud.
“Cool.” He said instead, not really feeling like he was inside his own body.
“Just--stay there, okay? My name's Gareth I’m gonna go get someone.” Gareth the elf (an elf, wasn’t that a trip. Did that mean Eddie was also an elf?) said, hands hovering awkwardly in the air, before he darted off, out of Steve’s sight.
“Can you get Eddie?” The question came out in a whine, the hurt in Steve’s chest overtaken by the pain in his head.
He didn’t get an answer.
Which was okay, he thought.
He didn’t really need one.
He had the snow, and the woods that weren’t straight out of a fucking nightmare, and, he could just sleep right here…
“Steve!”
He blinked, and found he must have passed out.
“There you are. Stay with me.” A blurry face was saying. A couple more blinks brought it into focus, and Steve knew this person, even if he couldn't put a name to a face.
The hair was longer, and there were more rings on his fingers, ones Steve could both see and feel as a hand ran along the back of his head.
Worried doe eyes met Steve's own, and just through the curtain of curls, he caught the outline of a pointed ear.
“Ed--ie?” He croaked, unsure.
“Yeah Stevie, it's me. You're okay, we brought you back to my place. Gareth is getting help.”
He was trying to sound reassuring but he mostly just sounded worried.
Not that Steve cared, because he finally figured out why older Eddie was familiar.
“Oh.” He managed, the words feeling like he had to push out. “It was you. By the--pool.”
“What?”
It felt like eons ago. The weird guy, asking after him. Back when Steve had been doing anything he could to fill the void his magic had left behind, and turned into a raging shithead as a result.
“M sorry.” Steve slurred, voice cracking in its honesty. “I was--asshole. M'sorry.”
The look Eddie gave him was wild. Like he couldn’t believe Steve was here, and definitely couldn’t believe Steve was apologizing.
Which was fair. Until last year Steve wouldn’t have ever apologized, to anyone, ever.
“Yeah you were, but we can talk about it later. Right now I just need you to stay awake.” Eddie said instead. It was gentle, a lot more gentle than Steve felt he deserved.
It made him want to explain, more than anything, what had happened.
“I was tryin to fix…the hole. Inside.” Steve needed Eddie to understand. Needed it more than breathing, just then.
“I know, big boy.” Eddie soothed, and his hands were back in Steve’s hair.
It felt nice.
“S’not an excuse, promise it's not. I was hurt--hurting, and--I was mean.” Steve continued. It was getting harder to think, the world swimming in and out of focus, but this was important.
Perhaps the most important thing he’d done in a long time, sans saving the kids from the demodogs.
“It’s okay, Stevie. I didn’t get it back then but I understand better now and…”
He might have said something more. Steve thinks he was, but then Eddie was shaking him harshly, and Steve realized he might have tried to pass back out.
“Come on Stevie, sweetheart, you can’t sleep right now. You have to stay awake for me, okay? Steve?”
Steve tried to shake his head and hissed when he found out how much that hurt. Breathed in and out through the pain, before his brain connected back to what he’d been trying to say.
“Not jus’ to you.” He panted. “Wasn’t mean just to you.”
That was important too. That Eddie knew he hadn't been targeted. That Steve was a dick to pretty much anyone he came across.
“I know. I've uh, been watching you, from here."
“Yeah?”
“We have this giant globe. Like a crystal ball, but it’s set deep into the floor so you can only really see half of it. It can also connect to snow globes, and it can let you see places. Watch people.”
Eddie’s voice was soothing, the deep timber of it echoing through Steve’s chest. Belatedly he realized his head was in Eddie’s lap.
That felt nice too.
“I was real mad at you but the Bossman--uh, your Uncle, he kinda showed me you once or twice and then I started watching you myself. Sorry I know that’s weird--”
“Least you didn’t take pictures.” Steve wheezed and then tried to grin because that was very much supposed to be a joke.
(He definitely had felt more put together when he dropped the kids off in Billy's Camaro--so what the hell was happening? Had the shock worn off? Adrenaline?
Fuck maybe he should have just driven Billy’s stupid car back to his house, instead of leaving it at Max's house.
Asshole deserved to not know where his car was anyway.)
Then suddenly there was a lot of noise and light and fuck did that all make his head hurt. Hands went all over him, people barking orders, and a girl Steve was pretty sure was his age was peering at him.
“Steve?” She asked, but it sounded distant. Echoey and unclear.
“I can’t keep him awake!”
That from Eddie, who sounded much clearer, if not utterly panicked.
“It’s okay, I’ve got him.” The girl said, tight but professional in a way that typically belonged to someone used to medical emergencies. “You can let him go now.”
“Are you kidding me, Buckley you’re an apprentice medmage-!”
Steve frowned at that, but found something was drifting over him. A weight, like an invisible blanket pressed down gently, and he had a second to recognize that this too, was some kind of magic before sleep tried to take him.
He fought it for a moment as a thought occurred.
One last thing he needed to say.
“You’re still good. Eddie. You’ve always been--”
The magic took him away.
xXx
It smelled like cinnamon.
Cinnamon and sharp hints of peppermint, the kind that tickled at Steve’s nose as he slowly rose back into consciousness.
Steve winced as he sat up, head itching like ants were crawling all over it. Idly he tried to scratch at his forehead and found himself touching a thick bandage, at about the same time his body seemed to catch on that he was awake.
It reminded him that he had had a hell of a night in the form of an onslaught of aches and pains.
His fingers traced the edge of the bandage as he took in the cheerful red walls surrounding him. The room was the exact kind of kitschy his mom hated, little twirls of white here and there making the place look like the inside of a candy cane.
The center piece was the full size window, taller than Steve was and twice as wide. Fat, fluffy flakes of snow drifted lazily outside it, some sticking to the window panes as they floated on by.
It was a little like being knocked out and waking up in the Wonka factory, but given all the shit that he had been through the past twenty four hours, Steve didn’t mind it.
Snow was infinitely preferable to the weird ash that came out of the Upside Down.
As if sensing he was awake, the door opposite the window swung open. A tray came through, positively stacked with a stupid amount of pancakes and oozing with maple syrup, the type Steve could smell.
“I,” Eddie announced, head just visible above the good, “had a very embarrassing meltdown when they tried to take you away from me. So suck it up Harrington, because you’re stuck with me now.”
Steve stared at him, mildly concerned he was a hallucination.
“I brought you pancakes.” Eddie added, pausing as he approached the bed like he hadn’t actually thought through to this point.
“I see that.” Steve said, just to fill the sudden, awkward silence. “There’s…kinda a lot there, man.”
So much so it was threatening to escape the confines of the tray and drip down onto the carpet.
“You play sports things don’t you?” Eddie defended, making the executive decision to put the tray down on the bed. “Kinda thought you’d need like, a lot, especially if you're healing."
Steve snorted, but didn’t bother to hide the smile that crept onto his face.
Even if it hurt.
Dragged his gaze from the pile of pancakes now laid before him, to the man fidgeting awkwardly by his bedside.
Realized belatedly, that Eddie hadn’t changed much.
Not since Steve had last seen him, though he never in his life would have thought one of Santa’s elves would wear so much black.
(Frankly Eddie looked just like every other teenage metalhead Steve had ever met, sans the pointed ears. One of which was now pierced and had little metal hoops threaded through it.)
Eddie realized Steve was looking, and bashfully twist a strand of his hair in front of his face.
It was cute.
It made him look cute.
“You might as well sit and help me with this, it’s way too much.” Steve told him.
Which was the truth--Eddie had brought him a shit load of pancakes and Steve wasn’t exactly sure he could chew all that well right now, considering his left cheek was so puffed out it felt like a chipmunks.
Didn’t want to turn down a gift though--or rather, turn down a gift from Eddie.
Who he absolutely still needed to apologize properly too.
“I guess I should start off with a thank you.” Steve began, as Eddie dropped onto the bed. “I think you might have saved my life, though I swear I wasn’t doing that bad off before I got here.”
“Robin said the shock wore off.” Eddie told him. He didn’t wait for Steve to dig in, grabbing a pancake and rolling it up like a sausage before stabbing one end in syrup. “She also said you had a hell of a concussion, two cracked ribs and a literal boatload of scratches,”
Which sounded about right, considering.
“Still though.” Steve frowned, looking at his hands. “I mostly just fought off Billy, the demodogs never got me.”
Something he was incredibly thankful for, given the sheer amount of teeth.
“I think you’re downplaying your injuries here, handsome, you gave Robin a hell of a fright. She cursed in four languages." Eddie talked fast, just like the little boy Steve remembered him as.
It made him grin.
“Handsome, huh?” Steve teased, and regretted it the second it slipped out of his mouth.
He hadn’t meant to call attention to it. Not just yet anyway. Wanted to work his way up to his apology and then the things he had kind of realized on his walk home (and possibly before that, though he thinks he might have…repressed it.)
Given the way Eddie froze, Steve figures he’s got about two seconds to talk himself out of it, before Eddie rightfully shut him out.
“I like it. The nicknames.” He said, which is also not what he intended to come out of his mouth and God he was really blowing this, wasn’t he?
“Steve,” Eddie started, sounding a little strangled and nope, no, he was going to fix this dammit!
“I’m sorry.” He said honestly. “I know I was an ass when you came to check up on me, and I know I said some terrible things to you. I regret it. I regret it a lot, and I shouldn’t have treated you like that.”
“You weren't wrong.” Eddie cut in, twirling a ring on his finger, eyes firmly on it. “I am gay. I am flamingly gay. And I understand if after today, you don't want me here.”
Which apparently answered the question about whether or not elves gave a shit about such things.
(Or maybe they did, and it was humans who cared, and Eddie was giving him an out for it.
Steve figured he’d ask later.
After he had finished groveling.)
“I want you here.” He said, as seriously as he’d ever said anything. “I think the real question is why you would want to help me?”
It was the one thing that didn’t add up. Why Eddie had been so nice, when he’d shown up.
Sure it was one thing to be a good citizen or whatever, help out a guy who was passed out on the ground, but Eddie hadn’t just gotten help.
He’d stroked Steve’s hair. He’d kept him awake.
Hell he called Steve sweetheart.
And now he was here again, right by Steve's bedside, checking up on him.
You didn’t do that for the guy who was a downright douchebag too you, even if it had been a few years.
Eddie bit his lip, before he chanced a look back at Steve, up through his bangs. “Because you said I was good Steve. You were the first person who ever said I was good.”
Quieter he added “And because we were friends once.”
“I'd like to still be friends.”
“Even if I'm gay?”
Steve took a deep breath, and let out a truth that he’d maybe been ignoring for almost as long as he’d tried to forget about the hole in his heart.
“Cards on the table Eddie, I’m not sure I’m not gay Or whatever both is."
He'd heard the word once from Chrissy, but hadn't cared to remember it.
(Regretted that a little bit.)
He got a mighty frown in response.
“Don’t do that. Don’t--joke, like that.”
“It’s not a joke.” Steve said slowly, feeling the words as he spoke them. “I think this is part of the stuff I always just--ignored. Didn’t want to deal with it, because my--”
Steve couldn’t bring himself to say magic, and so, aborted the sentence entirely. “I couldn’t deal. So everything connected to this place, to the rest of my family, to you, I just pushed aside. Pretended it didn’t exist.”
Pretended that he was normal.
Just like his parents wanted.
Then he’d met Nancy.
Realized what he felt about her, he’d always felt about Eddie. That the way she looked at Jonathan wasn’t the way she looked at him--and even then, in the love he had for her, Steve hadn’t looked at her like that either.
Steve had been attracted to her for her yes--but initially, maybe, because she’d looked a little like someone else.
Admitted to himself that he the reason he could clock Eddie so fast back when he was fourteen, wasn't because he was that good at reading people, but because he recognized what it looked like to get caught checking out a guy.
“But I could never forget about you.” Steve added because well. “I’ve never been able to forget about you.”
He’d already said cards on the table, hadn’t he?
Might as well reveal his whole hand.
“You were the last thing I thought of, when I was trying to get home. I wasn’t thinking about my house, or my parents. I was thinking about you. I’ve never been able to come back here, not after Uncle Nick,” He cut himself off again, frustrated that he couldn’t just fucking it, but made himself take a breath.
Continue.
“--but I could, last night. I could get to you.”
Technically he’d gotten to Gareth, who Steve probably also owed a thank you too, but hey, beggars can’t be choosers.
Gareth had found Eddie anyway, in the end.
“I absolutely get if you want nothing to do with that, considering I think I’m just now accepting this about myself but. I wanted you to know. You’re important to me, Eddie. You always have been.”
It was weird--Steve should have felt laid bare. Vulnerable now that he’d laid out all these things he’d suppressed, that he thought taken away alongside his magic.
Instead he felt lighter than air.
Like the weight had finally been lifted and he could breathe deep once again.
For a long moment no one said anything and Steve figured this was it, he’d gone too far, when Eddie darted in, pressing a quick kiss to Steve’s cheek.
He pulled away just as fast. Wide eyes searched Steve’s face, as though expecting Steve to change his mind.
If anything, it just solidified it.
Steve reached out slowly, gently grabbing on of Eddie’s hands. Brought it up to his mouth and kissed the back of it, while maintaining eye contact.
Enjoyed the way Eddie’s face went bright red.
“You’re important to me too.” He managed, voice awed. “You’ve always been important to me. Stevie.”
Finally feeling like he knew where he belonged, Steve grinned back.
xXx
Bonus
“When I said let him sleep Munson, I didn’t mean with you!” Someone screeched a few hours later, jolting Steve awake.
“He was awake when I came in!” Eddie protested, shoving himself up onto his elbows when the women from yesterday--Robin, Steve thought her name was--stormed in. “We fell asleep together after Robbie, I swear!”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Hi.” Steve said with a little wave, before the two of them could screech some more. “I’m Steve.”
“I know, Dingus.” Robin told him, eyes narrowed in fury. “You’re a member of the Clause family, everyone knows who you are.”
“Oh.” Steve said, though it felt less cool and more weird that someone had finally said it out loud.
That he, Steven Harrington, had an Uncle, and that Uncle was Santa Clause.
‘Dustin is gonna freak.’
“I’m sure Mega-Idiotson here hasn’t told you, but I’m the medmage that saw you last night. Or kinda--see I’m an apprentice medmage, but my teacher was kinda out with the Boss seeing someone a town over and time was tight and we couldn’t exactly wait--”
“Breath, Buckley. In,” Eddie teased, before demonstrating a deep breath on himself, hand sweeping into his chest before he loudly exhaled. “and out.”
“Shut up, Eddie, I’m working up to something here!”
“What is it?” Steve said, feeling like if he didn’t interject Robin would take a while to get to the point.
“I might have accidentally undid whatever was on your magic?” Robin rushed out, so fast Steve nearly didn’t catch it. “Like I can tell that’s the Boss’s magic, and that he did--whatever that was, but I couldn't figure out how to heal you with it there and it was kinda already leaking out so I just--took it off?”
Steve gaped at her.
“You fixed me?” He managed after a moment, hand darting out to squeeze at one of Eddie’s.
“Um. Yes?” Robin cautioned, like she wasn’t exactly sure that’s what she did.
“Oh my god. Oh my god!” Steve laughed, then felt absolutely stupid for not checking in with himself.
Because Robin was right.
The hole was gone--and his magic was back.
How had he not noticed that his magic was back!?
“Eddie, Eddie she’s right--I have it back!”
He turned in bed, dropping Eddie’s hand so he could cup his face and kiss him instead.
“Okay, I don’t need to see this--” Robin complained, but Steve didn’t care.
Could only laugh delighted into Eddie’s mouth, before Eddie deepened the kiss.
(“Guys seriously I am still right here! Can’t you at least wait until I’m gone!?”
“No. Now get out Robin, you’re ruining my moment!”
“It’s okay, Eds. I’ll give you as many moments as you want.”
“Ew, ew, ew-!” )
This whole ass thing on A03 if you'd rather read it there!
#Steve is a member of the Clause family#yes that Clause#Steddie#ACTUAL STEDDIE!#FOR ONCE LMAO#eddie munson#steve harrington#0o0 fanfics#stranger things#Steves shitty ass parents#TW child abuse (yelling and a slap)#TW period related homophobia/slurs#well a badly coping fourteen year old steve throws one at eddie anyway#canon typical violence#this is canon to S1 and S2#A more realistic look at steves injuries in S2#dont worry he gets better#childhood friends#elf eddie#this is FLUFFY#angsty#but FLUFFY#ALSO LOOK YOU GUYS I ACTUALLY WROTE A ONESHOT#the second half to the other holiday fic is also done dont worry#this idea just hit me like a TRAIN#1/1 complete
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Platonic! Simon Ghost Riley x Young! Child reader
(Took a tiny break, this idea is a bit tw) *edited*
**[TW AND WARNINGS : MENTIONS OF CHILD SEXUAL ASSAULT, ABUSE, PHYSICAL AND VERBAL ABUSE, READER IS 7 YEARS OLD]
Your parents were never available or present ever since you were as young as a baby, it was very cruel and unfair and you were forced to grow up too fast for someone your size, Screaming yelling, bottles breaking and things falling over piercing and deafening your ears, the shouts from your father when you didn’t bring beer fast enough. The sound of the slap and your moms hand connecting to your little cheek after you didn’t clean the dishes. It was a dark world and you knew it all. It didn’t matter where you went Via school or home there was never a safe place for you except for Your Neighbors Home. Simon knew your parents as the three were childhood friends. Seperating in high school, Your dad was simons best friend. Your father was a hunter when he was in his youth and it was why he had a shotgun on display in his home, Simon was a lieutenant. Serving in military. A remarkable soldier of the SAS. Why was simons home a possible safe home? Sure he had only seen you once when you were 3 years old. A delicate cute baby. He missed rubbing your chubby red cheeks, he missed you secretly. Still having those pictures of you and him. Simon holding you in his arms, a Polaroid picture.
But when going back to the thought of school and your parents was unfair. They never bought you toys, never provided any comfort whatsoever and doing as much as looking or acknowledging you in their presence. Looking at you like a bystander examining a bug. The way they beat you after you made one little mistake…Awful. Your other relatives weren’t any better. You tried telling any staff or calling the police on how you got harassed and groped even by your older relatives. Nobody believe a word from you? Why? They just assumed you were spoiled or lying to get something that you wanted..You really weren’t, but alas. They couldn’t see that. Despite your little body all battered and bruised, coming into school in a weak state and all bandaged. Nobody batted one singular eye!
Eyes fluttering open as the alarm clock rang. Waking you out of your dazed and sleepy state, you rubbed your eyes and slipped your feet into the slippers. Walking to the bathroom, Grumbling softly. “I don’t wanna go to school today…” your hand rested atop the sink. Turning on the water. Washing your face, spreading toothpaste onto the tooth brush before brushing your teeth. Tilting your head making sure to clean thoroughly. Spitting out afterwards and washing up. You changed into your clothes and brushed your hair. Taking the pink flowery school bag with you. It was cheap. Small. But enough for you and it fit your school books and all that was necessary and important for you to bring to school. You tried to ignore your parents arguing, as always. Both drunk and hung over. Sparing you a glare as you walked to the school.
(A little of the pictures I found to describe what it’s like for little reader to be playing alone)
You opened up your locker and set some of your stuff inside. Taking a book but a foot connected to your back and you fell to the floor wincing. But catching a flash of your reflection on the metal handle of the lockers. Red puffy eyes, you’d been crying the entire night, forced to suck it up and bear with it while you can. You couldn’t understand why life was so cruel. You were only in the first grade. You heard laughing. But didn’t realize it’d been going on for a while as you zoned out. They chanted cry baby as witnessing the sight of those round eyes filling up the brim like a river with all those big round clear, Tears. “It’s not funny! Stop it!” They kept kicking you over and over as you cried. They couldn’t get anymore childish than hanging that ‘kick me’ sign onto your back. Snagging it off and grunting. Crying softly wanting the day to end already but hearing the bell ring after so many hours your eyes widened in relief. You left the class as fast as you could. Snatching the bag onto your back and rushing outside. Shaking in fear knowing coming back home wouldn’t be good either..What could you really do though? You couldn’t run away. You didn’t know where to go.
“Sweetheart?’ A voice called out shaking you and snapping you back to reality, turning around and seeing it was Simon. What was he doing here? “Daddy will be mad at me I-if he saw you with me si” you gently spoke up, voice shaky. Eyes about to tear up, His blue eyes filled with concern. His hair blonde and short. He gently took a knee. Kneeling infront of you and taking that flowery bag of your back and hoisting it over his shoulder. Taking you into his arm. Careful not to trigger anything, “How do you carry that bag darling? It’s a bit heavy ain’t it” Gently he murmured as you clung onto him like your entire life depend solely on Simon. “Can we go to your home?..” whispering caught him off guard but he recently found out what had been happening at home, he loved you too much to let it happen longer. He nodded along and his long legs moved around the floor. Walking you to his home. Hand in hand, seeing your outfit. It was childlike and innocent, matching your personality exactly, Blue hoodie with those pink like suspender pants it seemed, (idk how to describe but it’s gonna be similar to the picture idk???)
Setting you down gently on his couch as he sat beside you and wrapped you in a warm blanket easing all of your worries. Slowly wrapping you in a blanket burrito before putting you on his lap. Watching your eyes look into his pale-like ones, They softened further he looked at you. Long finger tracing your cheek, touching the scar on it with a gentle touch like a baby’s caress. A light graze “they’re monsters. You’re never going back to them, your staying with me. Sweetie” he reassured as you couldn’t hold back tears anymore and your tears stained his shirt. Hands clutching on the dark shirt. Eyes wide and sad. “T-thank you” crying sweetly and heart easing as his hand went to the back of your small head. Pushing it into his broad chest and stroking your hair back. Pushing the bangs away from your eyes. The height difference was massive. You couldn’t grow up fast. Never eating well and being starved and at the age of 7 you were really short, about 4 foot something. But Simon was one of those blokes. His British accent gruff. Phlegmy like but soft and stern. He was on the phone as he ordered the pizza later after letting you decide what you wanted to eat. He took it and set the box on the table. Offering a slice to you, you took it and gently stuffed it to your mouth. His finger wiping off the cheese that sprinkled onto your face. A light giggle emitting from you. “It tickles..” you murmured softly and ate. As you watched the cartoons on tv in pure bliss it wouldn’t be long before those shitty parents came to haunt you
Ring
Simon placed down the slice of pizza. Standing up and pulling his phone out his pocket. Seeing it was your dad calling and his heart sank tiny his stomach as he answered it he argued with your father on the phone violently. There was no way in hell Simon was giving you to those so-called ‘parents’. He hung up and sat next to you again, seeing you already finished eating surprised him. You were sitting there a second ago. You must’ve been really hungry. He panicked, as he didn’t see you? “Y/N sweetheart? Where did you go?” His voice raised lightly, startling you,
“I’m over here si!” You answered back softly. But he found you on the floor next to the table with the colorful plates and toy kitchen. Sitting on the floor. Eyes looking into his, and that he forgot to mention he bought you toys before you came here. He had thought this through and planned thsi without knowing. He kneeled next to you on the floor “Don’t scare me like that again Y/N” he ruffled your hair a bit, Simon’s blue eyes were sincere. His face was chiseled and you always called the jawline ‘lines on his face’ because you didn’t know the word ‘chiseled’, you yawned soflty after a while of playing, tired. He was on his phone checking the time, he looked up and saw you laying on your side. Asleep, throughout the day after he picked you up from school. “Will mommy be mad at me?” Those words echoed in his head. Reading him of mid day when he gave you a little bubble bath to wash the wounds and dirt off your body. You were really skinny and he took note to feed you more than you need to at times. In a good, healthy way. He hated how you shied away from his touch, how your eyes filled with fear if he almost walked to you too fast. He didn’t want to hurt you in any way. He’d feel like a monster. The way you flinched or shied away broke his heart and shattered it like no other. Despite his entire family dead and haunting Simon, he could cope with you. He had a terrible past aswell. And you were a ball of sunshine in his life. The ray of light and the little angel that saved him after his heart was too dark to let anyone in to love. He shed tears for you. A sign how much he cared for you. Your tiny peck on his cheek and your hands wiping away the tears and your compliments to him were sweet gestures showed how you were comfortable and safe with him melted his heart like no other. He was a giant teddy bear to you,
Not a while after you fell asleep in his arms. His chin resting atop your head and listening to the soft snores and head buried in his chest. Wrapped in the blanket. On his lap. Resting like a baby, finding the empty pizza box you both ate together laying on the floor. The tv playing cartoons you were watching earlier. He carried you to his bed. Laying you next to him, snuggling you and planting a kiss on your head before shutting his eyes. Falling asleep with you, making sure you were safe before he slept next to you, both nuzzled up.
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Ok my day has been WILD (this is a complete rambling session)
Tw for talking about child abuse + trauma?
Firstly ,I'm sitting on the bus beside 💛 ,our friends ❤️ and 💜 are behind us. (💛 is my only irl marauders fandom friend)
We ended up on the topic of kins and we alr know each other's but we were talking a bit more about it.
We ended up talking about the black brothers and then different types of child abuse.
(I wanna preface this by saying she kins James)
She was saying how mental and emotional abuse still count ,and that what I went through counts as it ,but I was kinda arguing back saying that nothing that happened to me was that bad or anything (I promise you're valid! I just have problems thinking of my as genuine when so many people went through real things)
I'm a huge oversharer by accident ,so I ended up actually having a conversation about my dads side of the family and some of the shit thats happened 💀🙏We ended that conversation with her saying she understands why I kin barty.
Then we get off the bus and all 4 of us are talking ,when 💛 gets tapped on the shoulder and says 'abuse!' (As a joke obv)
That starts a convo about punishment? So ❤️ mentions how she was slapped(pretty hard) for punishment when she was a little kid and is then defending that (which fucking worries me btw ,omg?)
She says that if she ever had kids (she doesn't want any bc she doesn't like children but if she did) she would punish them by slapping ,yelling ,and (as a joke I think...) going without food. That's really damn hard to hear from a friend because HUH?!?!
WDYM YOU WOULD DO THAT TO SOMEONE?
HELLO?
Ok I'm finished ,I doubt anyone made it this far but hi if u did? Apologies for the rant
#personal rant#friends#child abuse#marauders#regulus black#sirius black#barty crouch jr#what the fuck#huh
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pureblood princess (part three)
pairing: james potter x fem!reader (pureblood and slytherin)
part: one , two , three
summary: you have been ignoring james potter for a week, he’s unsure where he went wrong since the last time you spoke in the bathroom. you end up in panic
tw: mentions of child abuse, slapping and fighting, neglectful parents, yelling, panic attack
a/n: this one’s a sad one sorry LMAO
After the incident with Lily in the courtyard you had been avoiding James. You thought it was best with all things considering. The only reason Lily had said those mean things was because she was jealous, and now you had a cut on your lower lip and a bruise on your cheek to prove it.
Defense Against the Dark Arts was the worst part of your day, sitting down next to him, and every single time he looked at you with those puppy dog ‘I’m worried’ eyes you would avoid his gaze because all you could think about was the two of you in the bathroom.
You see, you weren’t used to affection. Your father definitely didn’t give it to you, and your mother stopped when you went off to Hogwarts. You had an older sister who learned these terrible habits from your parents, and your friends were just like all of them.
Regulus Black especially. When he found out you got into a fight he scolded you for what felt like hours about how you had been so reckless and stupid. Evan Rosier laughed in your face when he saw the bruise and cut, and everyone else just made fun of you or didn’t talk about it. Not one friend checked in on you in the past week to see if you were okay.
Why?
Because they had found out you were hanging out with James Potter before the unfortunate event, and that the two of you had came back soaking wet. You had to admit, it did look bad, but Regulus yelling at you definitely didn’t help your already down mood.
He talked of how important it was that you spent your time with your people. He should’ve corrected himself and said his people. You never liked pureblood supremacy society, even as a child you knew how terribly misunderstanding they were.
Regulus yelling only brought back horrible memories you had as a child. You ran out into your backyard to find a treehouse on the property line, and there you had met a boy your age.
He was a mudblood— or should you correct that as a muggle? Anyways, he was incredibly kind and you often spent your days in the summer sneaking off to go play with him.
But your mom had found out when she came to check on you, she grew furious that you were hanging out with someone like him. In fact she slapped your poor little face across the cheek, and for the rest of the summer you weren’t allowed to go outside. You never saw the boy again.
You had long forgotten it by now, but with Regulus yelling and a few punches to the face to remind you exactly who you were, it all came flooding back and gave you this pain in your chest.
So again, it was best to stay away from James and what Evan called his ‘plagued point of views’ because you couldn’t risk ending things the way you did with the boy in the woods.
So every Thursday you would study in the Slytherin common room instead of the peaceful library next to James. You would avoid him in the hallway, and you would try your best to ignore his looks he shot towards you from across the room in the Great Hall during breakfast and dinner. Most definitely you would do your best not to talk to him in DADA.
But James was unsure what had happened to make you grow so cold towards him like the years before. Everything was fine in the bathroom, in fact you thanked him for helping you— yet again. He wracked his brain a million times to try and find out what exactly went wrong.
The reality of it? The years before you were so sucked into trying to be the perfect person for your parents that you despised James Potter. It’s what made them happy, what made your friends pay barely attention to your every moved and kept everyone around you safe.
The reason you had been so kind to him this year was because everything caught up to you. You were going to turn out just like your mother. Born and raised in France to be the perfect wife, bore children to your father. Sat around the large house and looked pretty, only spoke when she was spoken to. But she was sad, felt hopeless and like her life had been wasted. In fact, it made her grow to resent you and your sister. That’s probably why she hit you in the woods all those years ago, you were everything she wanted to be but couldn’t have.
You took a deep breath, clutching onto your book and screwed your eyes shut. You wished your mind could just be quiet about your past for just one hour, long enough to get through this class and run to your next. You opened your eyes and walked through the door, sitting down next to James.
He looked up from his gaze, he had been staring aimlessly at it for multiple minutes. He had been early to class everyday for the past week because for some reason he wanted to be there before you. Wanted to read your emotions as you sat down next to him.
For the entire week you were on his mind every second of every single day. Remus and Sirius had noticed it. Remus knew why, but Sirius was still in the dark. The words of Remus at the beginning of the year crossing his mind every single time Sirius asked him why he was so down in the dumps all of the sudden.
‘Better not tell Sirius, he’d get pissed if he found out you like a girl like Y/N.’
It actually pissed him off that Sirius had suck strong feeling towards someone he didn’t know, or maybe he did from his past. That, James was unsure of. But despite it all, everything the two had been through together, Sirius had this control over James because on many many accounts he would tell James how much he hated purebloods. Purebloods like you.
“Y/N.” James spoke to you even after you had ignored him for a week. He still tried.
“What do you want now?” you snapped, he furrowed his eyebrows. Well— some mean words were better than none.
“Can we talk?” he asked, more like begged but he would never admit that out loud to anyone.
The professor started talking about an upcoming test they would have to take, drawing both of their attention to the front of the class. James slowly looked back over at you, but your gaze remained forwards.
“Please?” he whispered and you looked over at James.
“Stop.” you whispered back, you wanted to plea with him to just leave you alone. That it was the best for the both of you.
You knew what your whole life looked like. You’d graduate from Hogwarts, get married to someone like Evan Rosier or Regulus Black, and live the same miserable life like your mom did. You came to the conclusion that you would have to learn to be okay with that, and James was making it incredibly difficult.
It was the same with Lily Evans you were sure, how he pestered her every moment he got the chance to. It was like he had a crush on you or something— Merlin, did he have a crush on you?
You turned to look at him with widened eyes. Lily Evans sat right in front of him, and even though you hadn’t spoken to him he was still looking at you, not Lily. He asked you to hang out with him by the lake that fateful afternoon. He had chased after you when the fight was over, not Lily. It was like the pieces were falling into place.
“Miss. Y/L/N, Mr. Potter.” the professor snapped your gaze to the front of the classroom. The entire lecture turned to face the two of you. Everyone, including Evan.
“Is there something you would like to share with the class?” she questioned. You looked over at James with shock on your eyes and he shook his head.
“No ma’am, sorry.” he apologized, then looked at you as if he was waiting for you to say something, absolutely anything so that you wouldn’t get in trouble. You were already in a weird mood, it would likely make it worse.
You stood up from from your seat, clearing your throat. “I don’t feel good, may I be excused?” you asked and the professor raised her eyebrows, then sighed in disappointment. She nodded.
You quickly grabbed your things before leaving the room. “Potter, will you go with her and make sure she gets to her dorm alright?” the woman asked and he widened his eyes. This was his chance to talk to you.
“Yes!” he stood up. “Yeah— yeah of course.” he corrected as to not seem to excited and ruin his chance. He didn’t even bother to grab his things before running after you. Remus would get them and bring them to him later.
He ran down the hallway to catch up with you, you heard his footsteps and sighed quietly, closing your eyes. Flashes of memories of him chasing you after your altercation with lily forced their way into your mind.
“Y/N!” he called and you flipped around.
“Please leave me alone, James.” you put your hand up and shook your head.
“What? What’s wrong with you?” James questioned, offended that even now you didn’t want to talk to him. “You know you can’t avoid me forever.” he exclaimed.
“Yes I can, and I will.” you nodded your head, your voice dripping with venom. You turned to walk away but he grabbed your arm and you immediately pulled away.
“Stop, please!” you begged and he stared at you confused.
“What did I do wrong?” he snapped.
“James, I’m serious.” you shook your head.
“No, I’m serious! Everything was fine last week, everything was completely fine and then the next day— no the entire week you’ve been avoiding me. You’ve been cold towards me!” James grated through his teeth.
“Why did you defend me in class? Why did you ask me to the lake and why did you chase after me instead of Evans?” you questioned and he stared down at you.
“Y/N, I—” he stopped himself, but you knew.
“James, please don’t do this to me, okay?” you pleaded. “You don’t understand what my family would do to me— to you— if they found out someone like you has a crush on me.” she explained. “You’re a really good guy, too good for me. So please, I’m begging you right now to just pretend like we never knew each other.” you instructed.
James started down at you as tears filled your eyes. “Why are you crying?” he asked.
“Because you’re good. I’m not and that’s not fair to you.” you shrugged.
“Who told you that you weren’t good?” his face contorted into confusion. You sighed, looking away and stuck your tongue in your cheek.
“When I was a kid I secretly met up with a muggle in the woods every day during the summer. When my mom found out she—” you paused. “I never saw him again. I can’t do that again.” you replayed the moment she slapped you for the first time over and over in your head, then the times she hit you after that. You closed your eyes tightly.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, stepping closer. You stepped back. He had noticed something was off.
“Stop that, stop being nice to me.” you yelled at him.
“Y/N..” he whispered.
“Please just go away.” you through your book to the ground and he jumped back.
“What’s wrong?” he repeated his question from earlier.
“Stop asking me what’s wrong— I don’t know what’s— nothings wrong!” you shook your head. He stepped forward and hugged you, tears now streaming down your face.
“It’s okay.” he reassured you. You cried, wrapping your arms around him. Another moment of affection you so deserved but never received. Not until you had met him. “Relax.” he instructed and you let out a sob. Your breathing was labored, he could feel it through the hug.
There had been many times Remus or Sirius had a panic attack, by now he could recognize the signs of them. The buildup to it. He knew you were bound to breakdown the second you left the classroom. “Calm down, and breath.” he said softly. You took in a deep shaky breath. James pulled away from the hug and held onto your upper arms, scanning your upset face as you looked down at the ground to focus on your breathing.
“I don’t know what’s happening to me.” you looked up at him and he shook his head, hugging you again. After a couple minutes you had finally calmed down.
“Do you want to go to your dorm?” he questioned and you nodded. The walk there was silent. All James could think about was what you told him. He knew your family was awful, but he thought of everyone as an equal. Which meant he expected you to be just as cruel as they were, it’s what he assumed when you hadn’t talked to him.
What he didn’t assume was what you had been through at home. It must’ve gotten worse over the summer, that’s what triggered you to be so different from them. Fear that you would turn out just like the rest. That’s why he had noticed you on the train. You were happy because you were finding freedom.
But it’s only a matter of time after finding said freedom that your mind started to pick out everything terrible that happened to get you where you were. The happiness fades and is replaced with uncertainty, guilt and sadness. The freedom lasts, but the happiness stays for only so long.
It’s what happened to Sirius, his mind had been so closed off for years that when he finally had time to sit back and relax, not having to worry about what his mom and dad were going to do next, he started to think about what they had already done.
The mind could only take so much before it begins to crack. His mind started to burst at the seams a couple of months into living with the Potters, for you it had only taken a week.
James laid you down in your bed, pulling the covers over your body as your tired eyes drifted off to sleep. He knew he was in for a long ride, but he was strapped in and he wasn’t going anywhere. Not now, especially.
#james potter#james potter angst#james potter imagine#james potter x reader#james potter x fem!reader#james potter x slytherin!reader
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🔥Sinful Sunday🔥
love me or hate me, I just don't care
Chapter 3: feel the love, I don't feel enough, I don't like to be alone
Ship: Pre-slash Steddiegrove
Fandom: Stranger Things
Rating: Explicit- Violence, language, eventual smut
TW: Child abusive, homophobic language, violence Tags: Billy Hargrove centered, numb Billy, fighting, unhealthy ways of dealing with stress, the homoeroticism of Billy Hargrove and Steve Harrington, enemies to friends to lovers, pre slash, Eddie Munson & Billy Hargrove, tags to be added
Preview:
It’s a relatively boring Tuesday night at Family Video and Robin and Steve are just about out of topics to gossip about. That's never happened before, but honestly, it's been weeks since anything remotely interesting has happened. Since their fight and awkward apology, Billy’s been avoiding Steve like the plague. For a while it was nice. It gave Steve a chance to process their last interaction. But now that he has, the lack of resolution is it's driving him nuts. They need to talk about it. Their fights. Because, in all actuality, now that Steve’s ‘gotten his revenge’ in so many words, he realizes, embarrassingly, he didn't have much reason to hate Billy Hargrove. After that night, Billy’s attitude towards all of them shifted. It was like a completely different person was running his flesh suit now. Nothing like the proud, boisterous, asshole they all met back in October. A part of Steve hates to admit it, but he kinda misses fighting with Billy. Not the bash-each-others-teeth-in kind of fight, the normal, totally not homoerotic way Billy used to tease him. Steve hasn’t seen that Billy in months. He wonders what happened to him.
That next moment, Eddie Munson comes flying through the front doors, eyes wild as he slaps the front counter with both palms.
“You are not going to BELIEVE who I just saw!” Eddie shouts, and Steve doesn’t think he’s ever seen Eddie smile this big before.
“Why are you yelling? We’re right here,” Robin scolds, but Steve is interested. This is the most entertained he’s been all day.
“Who?”
“Billy. Hargrove.” Eddie says, like the man had gone missing or something and not just rececedied into emotional unavailability.
“Like you saw him and talked to him, or saw him from a distance?” Robin asks, not nearly as excited for this news as the boys were.
“Well…okay, I saw him through the window. But! He’s working at Melvalds. After school. That’s why we haven’t seen him around.”
“Melvalds?” Steve repeats, curious why hasn’t Joyce mentioned anything yet? Or Max? “Since when?”
“I don’t know but dude, he looks hot.” Eddie pants, waving a hand in front of his face like a fan.
“What?” Steve laughs, face flushing red at the public mention of their shared, ever growing obsession with the blonde.
“I've never seen him wear his hair in a ponytail before but, phew, its doing it for me Steve.”
“Just about anybody would do it for you,” Robin mutters and Eddie throws a challenging grin her way.
“Says the girl who creamed herself when Chrissy got a new scrunchie.”
Robin flushed redder than Eddie’s nail polish before smacking his arm hard.
“Shut the FUCK UP!”
Steve and Eddie both explosde into laughter at Robin's expense before Steve changes to more important matters.
“Okay, so when are we going?”
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Tw: Child abuse and sensitive topics.
Texas headcanon (i’m not projecting-)
When Texas was a small child, he had a music box that played a lovely song. (In The Shadow of The Valley, because it’s a comfort song for me right now and it fits him) The music box had a little horse and cowboy that would move up and down, but it was pretty old and creaky so sometimes it would move a bit sporadically and the music would sound scratchy.
The music was a huge comfort for Texas, and so he would bring it everywhere with him. He loved sitting outside and listening to the music box loop with his old dog. It helped him ignore the many times Texas’ dad wasn’t the best to him or wouldn’t follow through with what he promised.
The comforting sound would lull him to sleep at night and keep nightmares at bay, like a guardian protecting him in his sleep.
He loved this music box and would take as good care of it as he could.
His dad, on the other hand, didn’t like the music box. He always said that “no boy should have a music box.” and that he was “raising a pussy.”
These words always hurt Texas, but his dad would normally put him down, so he pretended it didn’t hurt as much as it did.
One day, his dad got so fed up with the music box that he took the thing out of his hands. Texas was upset to have his music taken from him, but even more terrified at what his dad might do to the box.
His dad screamed and yelled at him, calling him “gay” and “a little bitch.” He said he was embarrassing to raise, which hurt more than Texas would like to admit.
He expected him to hurt him, it was weird when his dad wasn’t hurting him in some way,
He never expected his dad to break the only comfort he had in life.
Texas was in shock for awhile when he watched him throw the box to the floor, smashing it with his boot heel as he yelled more at him. He wasn’t listening, couldn’t hear anything but the ringing in his ears.
He hadn’t even noticed that he started crying until he felt his fathers hand slap his face and tell him to “stop crying like a little bitch.” or, that’s what he thinks his father said.
He gathered all of the pieces that he could and kept it hidden in a safe place. Without the music he couldn’t sleep well, was irritable, and slowly lost himself to horrible thoughts.
He became very angry at himself, blaming himself for being too much like a pussy, that if he had matured more and been more of a man that he wouldn’t had disappointed his father so much.
The music box, although a good memory and a soft spot in his heart, angered him. It made him sad, angry, happy, so many emotions at once. He hated that music box, he loved it with every bone in his body. There was no inbetween.
Years later he found the music box pieces in a small and old torn silk bag, that was browning with age and covered in dust. He nearly had a heart attack when he saw the pieces inside, dropping the once clean silver cowboy and horse piece with a scared look on his face.
He shoved everything back in the bag and hid it again, trying his best to forget about the music box as his mind was riddled with memories he didn’t want to remember again.
Weeks later and with no luck of forgetting the music box, he pulled it out of it’s hiding space and slowly pulled out the pieces onto his desk. He nearly cried as he stared at the broken box, getting hit with wave after wave of episodes, good and bad memories making him feel physically ill. He felt weak as he shakily picked up each piece and examined them.
It wasn’t long before everything was too much for him and he found himself puking in his bathroom.
It took him months before he found himself back in front of the little broken music box. And even longer before he decided to try and fix the thing, to try and listen to it at least one more time.
With aching fingers, many failed attempts, and more swears said in three weeks than his entire life, he had brought the small box back to life. It wasn’t as pretty as it used to be, some bits of the box were too cracked to fully seal up and small holes littered where wood once used to be, but it was the best he could do with the original pieces without using any new materials.
That night he listened to the box play for the first time in many years and cried.
#tw child abuse and sensitive topics#wttt texas#wttsh texas#welcome to the table#welcome to the statehouse#wttt#wttsh#ben brainard#i’m projecting
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Words Fail.
Summary:
Michael asks two things of Evan: 1) Do Not Ask Questions. 2) Do Not Dig Up the Past.
Evan fails.
There are consequences. There are always consequences.
Word count: 4,974
Au: Grab&Go (brief description of the au here)
Tw: blood, yelling, emotional manipulation, child abuse
Age references: Evan-14. Mike- 29.
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Evan’s problems had started with a carton of strawberry ice cream.
The fourteen-year-old hadn’t been sent to the store for any ice cream; only to pick up some eggs, since he and Mike had run out.
He didn’t know why he had picked up the strawberry ice cream upon seeing it, but… there had been just enough money for it left over after buying the eggs.
After running home to their dim, grimy apartment as fast as his legs could carry him so the ice cream wouldn’t melt, Evan presented the surprise present to Mike with a big, toothy smile.
It was Mike’s favorite flavor, after all.
Except, Michael had frozen in place as the words ‘your favorite’ passed Evan’s lips while he held out the strawberry ice cream.
For several frightening moments, Mike had stayed like that. Frozen-- locked up as though his mind were stuck elsewhere in a dream-- no matter how many times Evan called his name or waved his hand in front of Mike’s face.
Evan had almost run to a neighbor for help, except Mike came back to life as quickly as his caregiver had disappeared.
Half-melted strawberry ice cream splattered across the tile floor as Evan lifted his stinging hands up to his chest and curled into a protective hunch. Evan had blinked up at Mike, unable to register that his carer had slapped his hands and knocked the ice cream away even as Mike screamed at him to never buy that ice cream again.
The teen had tried to talk–- to protest, to apologize, something-– but Mike had snatched the grocery bag of eggs from Evan and slammed it onto the counter, breaking nearly all the eggs inside the carton, and screamed at Evan to go to his room and stay there.
Strawberry ice cream must not have been Michael’s favorite after all.
But as Evan had curled up on the bed with his head buried in a pillow to muffle his frightened sobs at Mike’s outburst… well, it was odd, but… Evan could have sworn he could remember a gleaming silver spoon with smooth pink cream and strawberry chunks being lifted to a familiar pair of thin lips; he thought he remembered the sweet scent of strawberries paired with a long, hooked nose just like Mike’s scrunching in a smile wide enough to put wrinkles on the corners of silvery blue eyes…
Maybe Evan was misremembering. He must have been. Michael’s eyes had always been dark blue, not silvery pale.
And Michael hated strawberry ice cream.
Unfortunately, things were still tense between them, even though it had been a couple of days since the ice cream incident.
Michael’s eyes would narrow whenever Evan walked into a room. Ev could feel Mike’s gaze drilling into the back of his skull and making his hairs stand on end when the elder thought Evan wouldn’t notice the staring. Mike wasn’t making jokes anymore. His voice when he did speak was sharp and short, and he rarely spoke more than a mumbled word or two.
It was obvious that Mike was still mad at him, so Evan did his best to stay out of Mike’s way. He tread carefully through the house for days, rarely leaving his room except to tiptoe around to do some cleaning, doing both his normal chores and some extra things so that Mike would have less to worry about around the house. Mike was always so tired after work.
Evan had thought he was doing a good job. Until Michael snapped again.
Just like last time, Evan wasn’t entirely certain of what he had done to upset Mike.
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A small Drabble of Aleena being…not a good mom and Honey the cat giving body positivity after it.
//Tw: child abuse,body shaming.
Her clawed hands put more pressure into the binder making it fit more roughly in Sonic’s chest.
The smaller blue hedgehog gasped.
“M-mom? That’s too tight” The queen hummed without truly acknowledging his complain.
Sonic tried to control his breathing, so he didn’t suffocate.
Aleena went on brushing his quills, pulling a little too hard when the younger one struggled.
“Bring me the white linen shirt with the denim blue shorts, quick” The dark purple hedgehog commanded to one of the servants in the room.
She pulled Sonic up from the armchair he was sitting in.
He stumbled.
Aleena slapped him in the shoulder and he suppressed a squeak.
Servants immediately took over him, adding make-up to his face while his mother corrected his posture.
Sonic sneezed.
Aleena pinched his left shoulder.
“Quiet when I speak and stay put when I move” She ordered.
The younger one nodded.
The queen pulled his gloves off and shot him a warning glare when the blue hedgehog tried to protest.
It was something private.
He didn’t feel safe with Aleena watching them.
But he should! It was just stupid paranoia.
‘It’s my mom, it’s okay’ The hero repeated in his head.
Nonetheless, the caramel hands of the older hedgehog pressed against Sonic’s paw pads; they were a soft pink and squishy.
“Like marshmallows” Shadow had told him in one of their cuddle sessions.
“And you smell like lemon trees, reminds me of camping” Knuckles supplied.
Aleena pinched them with her claws, as of testing them. The indigo hedgehog couldn’t repressed a yell now.
There is a reason they wore gloves.
Mobians’ paw pads are sensitive.
Mom knew that. She probably thought he was stronger than average, it wasn’t on her to treat him rough.
He could take it.
She still hit him for his yelling, though.
After he was changed into the white shirt and the blue shorts, his mother put black boots in his feet and a cardigan winter cape over his head.
The fabric was soft, and it would obviously keep him warm, it was a blue pastel color with white flowers at it’s end.
The servants combed his quills into a ponytail with a light blue tie.
His mother’s petulant eyes judged from head to feet, she circled him watching him from all angles.
He winced when she raised her hand to brush his quills with her claws.
Aleena then took his face into her hands, with a gentleness Sonic didn’t know she was capable of.
Her eyes were thoughtful and almost…melancholic?
She always looked perfect, a beautiful queen for an adorable kingdom, but now her eye told another story.
She looked miserable.
“Mom…?” Sonic asked, fearful of her response.
Strangely, she did not hit him for speaking.
Aleena just blinked.
The queen’s gaze then shifted to something more judgmental and aggressive , more like herself.
“Your cheeks are chubby” She pinched him in the shoulder for the third time in the hour.
“T-they’re not that bad…” He whispered.
“Believe me, sweetheart, they are” The dark purple hedgehog growled. “You will not eat until noon, when the feast starts”
“But I didn’t even had breakfast!” Sonic said.
Aleena pulled his cape from the part of his neck, instantly making him choke.
She was taller, she was always taller, so when she pulled Sonic to her face, the hero was no longer touching the ground.
He couldn’t fight her right?
She was just a force of nature, she was his mother. He could not act against her.
He was weaker.
Stupider.
“A whole day without food is the minimum punishment for you eating like a fat pig for all these years” She finally let him go.
He coughed nastily.
The choking plus the tight binder that seemed to adjust even more over his chest was making him hyperventilate.
His eyes watered.
“If you ruin your make-up, I’ll lock you in this same room for a week” Aleena shouted.
Sonic had practice in repressing his emotions, he quickly sucked up whatever tears could have fallen and focused in regaining his breathing.
The servants left in the room adverted their sight of the poor half prince.
Aleena left, probably going to prepare the real prince and princess.
The moment she was out, the servants ran over Sonic checking his injuries.
Honey, a very important cloth designer who had been hired by his mother to keep him as elegant as possible, went straight to loosen up his binder.
Sonic actually breathed.
But then paranoia set in his heart.
“Mom will notice it’s not adjusted-“He choked.
The usually sly cat wore a less challenging face and more of a sympathetic one while she shooed him with words of comfort.
“You know what’s my number one rule when designing something for a client? The fashion expert whispered like if it was a foreign secret.
The hero shook his head, his vocal cords deciding to just not work anymore.
“For them to feel comfortable and confident in what they wear” She said.
“And I’ll make sure that no matter what your mom requests, you will always be able to run in it”
Emerald eyes turned to her, a smile forming in his muzzle.
“And your cheeks are totally adorable, boy! Don’t listen to old mouths ‘Kay?”
Sonic should have defended his mother. It was the least he could after her giving him… c’mon-Hard Lessons? A roof over his head for his first years of life?
But after the physical and emotional beating.
He giggled at Honey’s comment.
#sonic#sonic the hedgehog#sth#ems speaks#sonic fanfiction#queen aleena#sonic underground#sonic au#honey the cat#knuckles the echidna#shadow the hedgehog#sonknux#sonadow#implied#honey and sonic become besties despite circumstances!! and then sonic introduces Amy to honey#and they’re besties!!!#focus on that so you don’t get sad with the other thing.#I want ppl to know that Aleena went through her own grief when losing Jules and after Akeno disappeared she broke#THAT DOESNT JUSTIFY HER ACTIONS IN THE MINIMUM!!#but it’s the root#Sonic reminds her of both of her fiancés#they don’t get to marry on time#so that’s why her anger is directed at Sonic.#Sonic doesn’t care about how his body looks like but after Aleena ravaged with everything he believed on he’s not so confident
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•••I started typing up some random thoughts about my own HC’s regards my beloved Eddie… enjoy.
TW: There is a mention of abuse and domestic violence so you are aware…. Not graphic just a mention. •••
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Eddie Munson is dramatic and over the top to hide his own insecurities. He puts on a front that nothing bothers him when his kind and pure heart has been cut to its very core. He can act like a child and then be the bravest man you will ever know. He is loving to those he trusts and cares for but keeps up a wall against those he doesn’t or manages to annoy the living shit out of them on purpose because he finds it funny his mere presence sets them and their picture perfect hypocritical lives off so much.
Eddie has seen more than he ever lets on and perhaps that is why he finds comfort in fantasy games or losing himself in music and writing and creating things predominantly for his friends, Wayne, and his little sheepies… or simply tearing apart an engine and rebuilding it- he is a natural when it comes to mechanics and making things run.
Eddie was given up on by so many who didn’t bother to take the time and realize he has so much to offer and was nothing at all like his father- if it wasn’t for Wayne he would have changed his last name to Padavona or Osbourne when he turned 18, but his Uncle’s last name is also Munson so he keeps it. Hoping that living up to that Munson name is being the man Wayne raised him to be and not something he never wants to be like, his sperm donor.
People don’t know this, but Eddie can tell you what stars are what if you sit under the night sky with him, point to constellations and tell you their names. Even knows what berries in the woods are good to eat, what ones will make you sick and which might kill you despite the birds eating them. He likes to climb trees now and then and hang upside down by his knees and will amuse you with the story of Dracula in film from Universal forward to the present and touch on the silent film Nosferatu which he says is a favorite as he flips himself over and jumps down.
A gentle soul, Eddie feeds bunnies and raccoons and stray kittens and puppies but will beat the hell out of a dude who slaps a woman or manhandles her in front of him. “ You don’t hit women” he yelled at a dude he was punching in the face while dragging him out of the Hideout one Tuesday night, throwing the guy in the street. Grabbing ice in a bar rag and putting it on the woman’s cheek and making sure she was ok before jumping back on stage and finishing the song he was doing- the band playing with grins. Eddie doesn’t like that shit, saw his Dad knock his Mom around once too often.
Eddie deeply respects women despite his reputation of being a womanizer- he isn’t what so ever. He does however want someone to love him and that he can shower with love as well… to cuddle at night and share his life with. Someone that won’t think his quirks make him a freak, but maybe they will find them special. He hopes the band will make it but he knows the reality is very slim and that he probably won’t ever quite leave Hawkins totally but he can dream and hope his special person finds him….
Until then, he lives in his own little world, and only a select few are let in, but he loves those people with his whole heart and would defend them with his very life if he needed to. He may tell you he is no hero but to me… he is the biggest hero of all….. and I don’t see that ever changing. ❤️🔥
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TW: child abuse, bad words, homophobia, f*g and f*iry. Mentions of sexual abuse someone.
This just my theory why Steve yells homophobic shit to Jonathan in S1. Enjoy!
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When steve was around 11, close to 12, had his first experience with porn, specifically gay porn. And is not a happy memory. Until the present, what happened that day in the afternoon, haunt him.
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He was in the living room, watching a movie with his mamma, resently they both moves of his nonna’s house to stars living with his “father”, his mamma’s husband from 5 years ago. Richard it wasn’t his real dad, no, his real pappa would never do what Richard did that day. Anyways, they where watching “Jailhouse Rock”, his mamma was teaching him her first crush celebrity actor, in words of her “farle cadere le mutandine” (make her panties fall), he doesn’t understand what she means, but that alright, he only cares of how Elvis unto his belly get butterflies, he tells that to his mamma, she laugh, enchanted for that, but Richard who was listening from his office wasn’t enchanted, not even a little happy for that.
Mother and son just heard a loud slam of the front door, ignoring how everything would change.
After an hour, Richard came back, with loud steps and a face red as his tie, he step in front of the TV, kneeling on the floor, he takes out the movie VHS, throwing it troughs the living room, scaring Steve and his mamma, who stands up and walks slowly to Richard. The man put the VHS he brought, starting immediately with loud mouns and skin hit skin, two man’s where having sex. Mamma gasp while she runs to the VCR trying to take out the porn movie but Richard hit her, making her falls at the strong slap, Mamma hit her head in the center table, she pass out.
While that’s happen, steve was shaking of fear, he never saw his mamma fall like, he never thought that he ever feel that amount of pure fear in his little body. He let out a squeak of pain and surprise by the strong but suddenly grip he felt in his hair. Steve nearly falls into his knees cause Richard force him to stand and walk to the TV which was playing the two guys fuck. The man start’s forcing Steve to watch them fuck while Richard screams at him obscenities: “would you like to be touched like this?” “feel a cock fuck you like that? hm?” “disgusting fucking fairy! i will not accept my stepson being a fag!” “answer me you stupid son of a bicth!” steve let out the tears he was holding from before, when Richard punch his mamma. This goes for a good couple of minutes, until Steve could stutter a little “no, sir”, Richard push him to the screen of the TV and after let him go, Richard left the room. The little brunette was now hiccuping for air while he continues crying, he crowls to his fainted mamma, who was starting to wake up, she hug him and covers his ears, apologizing with a low sad voice, she began to hum and sing softly trying to comfort him. They both cry until the porn ends.
After that day mamma left with Richard in every job trip he has, not because she wants to, because Richard threat her that he would make Steve a “man” with a prostitute. She was scared, but always calls Steve to remind him that she loves him, and he knows.
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(TW) The Stars that Touched the Skies Ep. 1
One day I plan to turn these into animations!
TW: The following episodes may include suicide, abuse, harassment, rape, depression, blood, gore, trauma, loud noises, and anything else that may trigger you. This content is not made for children or immature people. This is serious, and NOT something you should do. Viewers' discretion is advised.
Disclaimer: All of the following stories are purely fictional. These are not real people, however, they are real problems. The creator of these stories are safe and have no plans of hurting themselves or others.
(Episode 1) Mute Bunny
A small child, around 2, left in the alleyway, their mother leaving her, laughing her heart out in the back of a limbo. A homeless man stumbles upon the child, sheltering her. 2 years later, the police find them, taking the child to a foster home. She stays there for 4 more years, watching all the kids leave. She still hasn't learned how to talk, and finally, finally, a couple appears at the door, holding out their hands for her. A blur of paperwork later, the kid is taken home, and put in a room. The next day she goes to school, still not knowing how to speak. The kids laugh and the teacher calls her to the front of the class. The teacher proceeds to slap her, berating her for not speaking. She returns home, is fed and cleaned, and then the same thing happens, she goes to school and still doesn't make a peep. 2 more weeks pass, and the teacher speaks with the couple. When they get home that day, the woman sits down, trying to teach the kid. The next day, she falls ill, and gets progressively worse. There is no cure, and months later, she dies. When she got sick, she stopped teaching the kid, so the kid still doesn't know how to speak. When the man's wife passes, he becomes angered, especially at the kid, and begins abusing her, yelling at her to speak. This continues until the girl is 12. At the end, she walks down the street, smoking, and finds a road, stepping in front of cars, causing an accident, and killing herself.
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TW: Detailed descriptions of bullying, sh, abuse
I'm sorry, I need to get this off my chest.
Bullying ruined my life. I could've been so much different. I had so much potential. But when you're physically and verbally abused from the age of like 5 and that's all you know in society until about 16, those fears, learned behaviours to remain safe, responses to situations, insecurities, triggers... they remain the same even when you're 25, apparently. No matter how hard I try to heal, nothing works.
There's not a single week where I don't think about it, where I don't hurt, or get angry, or cry and break down wondering what went wrong and why it had to happen to me, while the people who hurt me are all living their lives without a worry nowadays. I tried to stay away from them as much as possible, I even moved away to the other side of the country years ago, but I heard bits and pieces from family and old friends.
One of them even has a kid. Sickening how that kid will never know how her mother had her friend completely keep someone from moving while she slapped, punched, pulled the hair and spit that someone. What a wonderful mother she must be now, her behaviours completely forgotten. Hopefully she won't traumatise someone else.
Or how that group of boys that used to corner me either alone or with people around that didn't care to step in when they beat until my tears mixed with blood, my screams either pleasure or an annoyance to their ears. Yeah, those guys are out and about in society, having normal jobs.
And this other girl. She's like really rich. She finished two universities. She has a lot of friends and hosts parties and is able to function in society. Well, maybe if she and her family didn't put me through that humiliation I'd be successful as well. Maybe I wouldn't be afraid of everything. Maybe my trauma wouldn't have forced me to drop out of two universities.
I wonder what happened to the guy who grabbed my wrist at school when he noticed my cuts (stupid me, I know), as he dragged across class showing everyone my arm while mocking me. At least it had taught me the valuable lesson on the importance of shoulders and thighs over wrists.
I do know what happened to the guy who forced me to the ground and held me there, stepping on me with his foot, kicking me while he was at it. He's a drunkard who spends all his money on betting now. Pitiful. But... I'm also pitiful for being unable to get or keep a job.
The girl who used to verbally abuse me? Humiliate me? Yell at me and call me names as her mother proudly watched and approved? Yeah, she's a nurse now. Haha. I bet she's so kind and helpful!
The boys who used to touch and grab me everywhere, at school might I add, purely because my body started to develop at like 11, well, they're alive and well too. They don't know how I'd love to carve my feminine parts out and never have to be sexualised again in my life. How I hate being perceived, how I despise having a body.
There was also this girl that was repeating the year at school and transferred to our class, she was scary to say the least. Well someone set me up with something, and the next day she had tens of people surrounding me in the school yard threatening me with being beaten up, having them all acuse me and yelling at me as she already raised her hand getting ready. I thought I'd not make it out alive ngl. Somehow I did.
This is not even half of it...
They bullied me for being me. For how I looked, for my family being poor, for my good grades (but I was useful for them when taking tests...), for my energetic side that I long let go of in fear of being hated again, for the way I ate (???), the way I talked and walked and existed. For my clothes, hair, family members. Anything you can think of.
And no one did anything. I always sit and wonder. How could my parents sleep at night when their child came home ugly crying and full of blood and bruises almost every day? Complaining about being slapped, kicked, punched, humiliated? How did they never take any action, why did they never comfort me, why was I being blamed for it? I mean, adults did their fair share in hurting me, but that's another story. And I'm not even talking solely about my family.
And why didn't the teachers stop the other group at school? Why was I blamed for "putting my body on display" and "allowing them" when I was literally 11 years old and just didn't have the courage to stand up for myself?
I never got any help.
And I think I'm beyond helping, beyond fixing. No therapist could fix what bullying did to me.
#vent#venting#personal#depressing shit#i'm sad#vent blog#mentally tired#anxienty#mentally fucked#bullying#trauma#trauma response#trauma recovery#trauma related#tw bullying#tw bullies#tw trauma#tw depressing thoughts#tw depressing stuff#tw depressive#tw depression#tw anxiety#tw anxeity#anxi4ty#anxitey#anxeity#im exhausted#im so tired#i'm insecure#feeling insecure
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Chapter 9: Umbrella 🌂 ❤️
Summary:
TW: Needles/shots, lying, holding grudges, possessive behavior, trafficking.
Biting, yelling, locking someone in a room, scratching, forcing someone to regress, slapping, abuse, fear of dark, child abuse.
Lmk if I should add.
This one's kinda dark ngl.
Notes:
When the sun shines, we'll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be your friend
Took an oath, I'ma stick it out to the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Know that we'll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella." -Umbrella, Rihanna
~~~Millie:~~~
“What has Moxxie already told you about her?” Trixx asks, voice sounding hesitant through the phone.
“He didn’t tell me anything…” Millie hated to admit. “I know she died, and that Crimson was responsible, but he never talked about it.”
“Oh wow…well. I don’t know everything, but I can tell you what I’ve heard…and what I’ve seen.” They say.
Millie waits patiently for Trixx to continue.
“My mother was the oldest of two daughters. Their father was a wealthy businessman who planted some type of illegal substances. He made a lot of money but quite a few bad deals, he fucked up big time when a certain someone threatened his life and business.” Trixx explains.
“He needed protection, and Crimson’s father needed money, so they made him an offer he couldn’t refuse…
If one of his daughters married Crimson, his business would be protected by the mafia, and they would have money.
Despite the fact she already had a fiancé, Moxxie’s mother sacrificed her happiness for her sister and volunteered to be the one to marry Crimson.
Our mother married her sister’s ex fiancé after Kay married Crimson only to get away from her father… I don’t think our father and mother even liked each other, they only settled because of what happened to Aunt Kay.
Kay needed to produce an heir for Crimson as per their agreement, a future underboss or somethin; so they had Moxxie. We were all born together on the same day. Kay actually left without crimson knowing so the two could be together to give birth at the same time. It was a weird relationship they had.” Trixx explains. “Almost…possessive. But, I suppose if it was Roxxy, I'd want to help her as much as possible.”
Millie starts to think of her own sister, she could take care of herself, but if she couldn't, would Millie be so protective?
Probably.
“Yeah, our father left when Roxxy and I turned five, then Mama married Kayla’s dad. But, anyway Aunt Kay visited us a lot, mostly to see her sister and reassure her that she was safe, our mom worried about her constantly. They called almost every day.”
“So…what happened to Kay?” Millie asks.
Trixx sighs. “Moxxie visited us one last time for the harvest moon festival... I overheard Mom and Kay talking in the kitchen after Kay had a harsh discussion with Moxxie.”
~~~Past:~~~
“Are you alright?” Their mother asked Kay downstairs.
Trixx was at the top of the staircase listening as carefully as possible so hopefully they won’t get caught.
Moxxie had just gotten in trouble for mouthing off to aunt Kay… he’s been in the spare bedroom for hours.
Whether Kay locked him in there or Moxxie just wanted to be alone, Trixx wasn’t sure. But, He was clearly upset over something Kay said…or something she didn’t say.
Kay nods. “Yeah, I’m alright…I hate to do it, I hate ignoring him, but that’s what works. I don’t know what else to do, I don’t want him to end up like Crimson.”
Their mother shakes her head. “The boy does need proper discipline. But, what he really needs is to get out of that house.” She says.
“Crimson will find us if I leave, Liz.” Kay says.
“You need to get out of there, Kay. Find a safe place, just go as far as you can.” Liz says. “We can make a plan together, I got a friend in gluttony, she can help you-”
“How can I go that far while carrying a nine year old? He can’t run fast enough! We’ll be caught then Crimson will kill me.” Kay says.
“You’ll have to leave him.” Their mother said.
“I could never leave Moxxie behind, he’s my son.” She says. “My world.”
“You may have to. You can come back with help, they’re not the most powerful people, Kay.” Liz says.
“They're more powerful than you think, Liz.” Kay picked up her dishes, put them in the sink, and then went to bed.
~~~Present:~~~
“We never saw her after that visit.” Trixx explains. “We called and called, but Crimson never answered us. We sent letters that never got a response, and we didn’t see Moxxie either except on social media many years later.”
Millie’s heart felt heavy, his poor mother. “I can’t believe he never told me any of this.” She says.
“Millie, can I ask…just how much did you know about this guy before marrying him?” Trixx asks.
Millie thought she knew a lot…
She thought she knew everything she needed to…
~~~Millie, past:~~~
Millie was dating a guy named Bradley before she met Moxxie…actually he was the reason she even met Moxxie again after so long.
Her and Bradly were never meant to be forever, they were just fooling around for a while.
None of Millie’s boyfriends ever lasted long. She was always told she was “too much” and she “drove them away.”
And who knows, maybe she did. Maybe she was too much for people and got “too carried away” like her parents have always told her.
She couldn't help being a little…much. It's just who she is.
She was prepared to never find someone who really wanted to stick around… that is until she met him.
Her and Bradly were taking a walk together after their date.
Bradly kept going on about sex and how good he is at it and new things they could try- not that he'd ever hear about that from her.
Because he's only average at best and he wouldn't even let her get a word in the conversation.
She almost completely lost it on him when suddenly she heard a gunshot-
“Get down.” She says, pushing Bradly to the ground. Looking up she sees a smaller imp like herself with a sniper rifle in one of the buildings. “I got this.” She says, releasing Bradly.
She ran up to the building, quickly climbing up to the window and jumped at the imp.
“What the!?”
She tackled the imp to the ground.
“Millie?” Moxxie asks once they met face to face.
Millie blinked. “Moxxie?” She asks back, climbing off him.
“What are you doing in pride?” Moxxie asks.
“That’s…none of your concern, what are you doing trying to kill my boyfriend?” Millie asks.
Moxxie’s eyes widened. “THAT'S your boyfriend?!” He asks. “Do you have any idea how many people want him dead?”
“I don't give a shit.” She says. . "I dont care if Satan himself wants him dead! I'm still not going to let you get away with it!"
Blitzø is currently struggling with Bradly and calls out for Moxxie. “Little help here?!” He asks.
“Uhm, I should go.” Moxxie says awkwardly. standing up so he can help his boss.
Millie grows angry. “Oh no you don't.” She growled. She pounced at Moxxie again, tackling him and pinning him to the ground again. “If anyone is goin’ to kill my boyfriend, it’ll be me.” She says.
Moxxie struggles against her, but he’s not strong enough to overpower her.
Then he looks up… “I’m sorry.” He says, kicking a table behind them, causing a vase to fall on Millie’s leg which catches her off guard, she moves off him and Moxxie shoots at the rope connecting the very old chandelier to the ceiling.
It falls on Millie’s head as she couldn’t dodge it fast enough.
Moxxie ran out quickly to kill Bradly, but she would not be so easily defeated.
Her head was bleeding and so was her leg, but she didn’t care; She pulled the heavy chandelier off her and jumped out the window of the building to stop Moxxie in his tracks.
Moxxie had just made it out of the building when she jumped on top of him again, she grabs his gun and points it at him- it’s quickly taken from her however by a taller Imp.
She was much stronger than these two assholes, they had no idea who they were dealing with! She quickly punched Blitzø to get the gun back to point at Moxxie.
Moxxie had another gun in his jacket, he quickly pointed it at her.
Millie sees that Bradly had run off without her…figures, that fucking coward.
Blitzø moved out of the way of the two’s stalemate. But decides to watch and see what will happen instead of chasing after Bradly.
“Sir, the target got away! What are you doing?” Moxxie says, lowering his gun.
“Yeah. It appears he did.” Blitzø says. “What a shame.”
Millie lowers her weapon too. “You two aren't very good at this, are you?” She asks.
“I mean, usually we're alright.” Moxxie says
“I’m Blitzø, the o is silent.” He says, shaking Millie's hand.
She turns to look at this ‘Blitzø’ person. “uh, hi.” She says in annoyance.
“What are you doing?” Moxxie asks him.
“You're not so bad in combat. What's your name?” Blitzø asks her.
“Millie.” She says.
“That was awfully impressive, Millie.” Blitzø says.
“Oh… thanks?” She says, trying not to take the compliment too seriously.
“Sir?” Moxxie tries to get Blitzø's attention.
“Ever think of becoming an assassin?” He asks.
“What?” Millie asks.
“What?! But, sir she just-“
“You have the skills for it and the resilience. We could really use someone like you on our team.” Blitzø says, ignoring Moxxie completely. He hands her a card with their number.
Millie found the offer oddly intriguing, but also, it was weird coming from someone who just tried to take out her boyfriend. Regardless, she takes the card. “I’ll have to think about it.”
“And what about the client?” Moxxie asks in annoyance.
“They’ll get over it.” Blitzø says before turning back to Millie, taking Moxxie's gun back. “I look forward to your call.” He smiled, then left with Moxxie.
~~~A couple weeks later~~~
Millie needed money, her and her roommate could barely make rent every month with the funds they've been getting. And assassins can get decent money if they can get enough kills.
And she’s really good at killing, so she decided and called Blitzø. “Blitzø, I’d like to discuss the job offer.”
~~~~~
Millie and Moxxie hardly talked at all when she started at I.M.P, they’d bump heads every now and then, but for the most part they’d just stay out of each other’s way.
Any time Moxxie attempted to say anything to her, she'd simply ignore him or respond in a way to make sure he knew they were not friends.
Until…
They had to sneak into a fancy gala with ballroom dancing, fancy people, and champagne; not a place Millie would typically find herself in.
Moxxie however was a pro, he got all the costumes, taught them how to properly drink from a wine glass, and even how to dance or decline a dance properly.
It was awkward having to work with someone she got so mad at, but she had to pay the bills somehow.
They entered the party in their disguises, and Millie was honestly shocked that she wasn't discovered as a fraud the second they walked in.
She could never fit in with people like this, she was messy and plain. She couldn't talk fancy or walk right! She thought for sure she'd get them caught.
Moxxie looked perfect, blended in with them so well. How did he manage that?
“Okay, you two dance. I’m going to mingle. Keep an eye out for him, and remember the signal.” Blitzø instructs them both.
Millie and Moxxie give each other a look. Millie with irritation, Moxxie with anxiety. “But, sir, we-“
“Don’t question me, Moxxie.” Blitzø says. “Just do it.”
Moxxie sighs. “Yes, sir.”
Moxxie turned to Millie, so she took his hand reluctantly; They got to the dance floor and started dancing as what was instructed of them.
Moxxie danced just as well as anyone else in the room, it was…annoying! But oddly attractive also.
“You’re not too bad at this.” Millie says to him.
Moxxie shrugs. “I grew up going to fancy places like this.”
“Where did you say you grew up again?” Millie asks.
“Greed; I was born in wrath, but most of my life was spent at home.” Moxxie explains.
“So, were you homeschooled?” She asks.
Moxxie thinks about it. “I guess, yeah.”
“Well, that explains it.” She laughs.
“Explains what?” Moxxie asks.
“I don’t know, you’re just so…” Millie hesitates.
“What?” Moxxie asks.
“Well, you’re weird.” She says.
“Oh.” Moxxie deflates.
“Not in a bad way!” Millie says. “It’s…charmin.”
Moxxie clears his throat. “Oh, thanks? I think.”
“I look ridiculous.” Millie chuckles. “I’m not cut out for fancy shit like this.” She says.
Moxxie raises an eyebrow as he looks her up and down. “What are you talking about? You look bea- uh, perfect.” He says.
“Oh.” Millie’s eyes widen as her face reddens further. “Thank you…”
The two of them went quiet for a few more minutes, things were so awkward between them.
“Look, Millie. I’m sorry I tried to kill your boyfriend, and hit you with a chandelier.” Moxxie says. “It wasn’t personal, I was just doing my job. Can we please work this out so we can start over?” He asks. “We’re going to be working together, we should be friends.”
Millie rolls her eyes. “You think I’m mad at you because of Bradly? I’m not. If I got mad at everyone who tried to kill my boyfriend, I’d always be angry. He gets himself in those situations all the time, I’m surprised he isn’t dead yet!”
“Oh…then. Why are you mad at me?” Moxxie asks.
“It’s stupid.” She says.
“Please tell me?” Moxxie asks. “If I don’t know what it is, how are we going to work it out?” He asks.
Millie shrugs, not wanting to admit the truth.
Moxxie leans closer to her. “I’m sure it’s not as stupid as you think. And if it is, I will take it seriously, I promise.”
“When we first met…you told me you’d visit me. I waited for you every year but…you never did. You just forgot about me.” Millie explains.
“Oh.”
“I was going to ask you for your address so I could send you letters, you were just so different from the other boys I knew.” She explains. “I know we were just kids and it’s stupid and irrelevant now, but-“
“I’m sorry, Millie.” Moxxie interrupts. “I would have visited you, I promise. I thought about you a lot, I just-“ He sighs, “my mom died a few months after I met you. My dad was very protective of me and he didn’t want me to go back to wrath after that. The last time I was there, I was sixteen, and I wasn’t sure you’d even remember me after so long.”
Millie’s eyes widened. “Oh shit. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay, you didn’t know.” Moxxie says.
They danced quietly for a moment.
“Do you remember when I broke my arm?” Moxxie asks.
“Well, yeah, the bone was sticking out of it! Kids were panicking and throwing up, but you didn’t even cry! I was mighty impressed.” She says.
“I kept the cast in my dresser drawer because I wanted something to remember you by…kinda sounds creepy when I say it out loud.” He realized.
“It's not creepy, that’s really sweet actually.” She says. “Didn’t realize I made such an impression.”
“Millie, how can you not see that you’re always the highlight in any room?” He asks. “With such a unique personality and that beautiful smile, your eyes…you're impossible to forget or ignore.”
Millie looks up at him, face redder than usual. She thought she should say something to him, but Blitzø waved at her. “Blitzø gave the signal, there he is.” She says.
They smiled at each other, and the plan was back in motion.
And their friendship was also restored and work became a lot more tolerable.
~~~~~~~
It took Moxxie months to admit his feelings to Millie, but she knew he liked her, everyone did!
Blitzø made subtle remarks about them constantly, calling them ridiculous nicknames and telling them to get a room.
Even Loona made comments about them, more cynical remarks towards Moxxie about how Millie would never go out with someone like him.
It’s true she’s never dated someone like Moxxie, but there was just something about him that made her feel so genuine, so seen.
But Millie was already with someone else, someone who proved not to be worth her time, and she knew if she wanted to ask Moxxie out, she had to make the first move, and she needed to break up with Bradly.
She walked to the bus stop to head to her own apartment after a long conversation with Bradly. It was pouring outside, and she was soaked without a hood on her jacket. She honestly wasn't expecting rain.
“Millie?” She heard suddenly behind her.
She looks behind her and sees Moxxie holding a black umbrella.
“Oh…hey, Mox.” She says, moving closer to get underneath said umbrella. “Thought you would have gone home with Blitzø and Loona.”
Moxxie shrugs. “I needed some time alone. It's been a long day.”
“Oh. Should I give you some space?” Millie asks.
Moxxie shakes his head. He moved the umbrella over to Millie to protect her from the rain. “No, you’re okay.”
“Thanks.” She says. “So, why was today such a bad day for you? You've been off your game all day.”
“It’s the anniversary of my mom dying.” He says.
“Oh.”
“Yeah…” he hands her the umbrella and sits down on the bench.
“Moxxie?” Millie asks, sitting next to him.
Moxxie sniffs pitifully. “She didn't send me any dimes.” He covers his eyes and drops his head in defeat.
“dimes?” She asks.
"You know how some people think the dead sends you messages?" Moxxie asks.
Millie nods. "Sure."
“Well, every year since her death, I've found as many dimes as my age every November 6th. But, this year, I couldn't find any.” He explains.
“Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.” Millie says.
Moxxie sighs. “She must be so disappointed in me!” He says. “She never wanted me to kill anyone…at least not for a living.”
“Sometimes you have to kill people.” She says.
“I guess…” Moxxie says, crossing his arms, obviously not feeling any better.
“If this is how you feel, why did you become an assassin?” She asks.
Moxxie shrugs. “I'm good at it, the same people would die anyway…and everyone has to find a way to survive, working is part of that.”
Millie nods. “Yeah, I get it. I moved here to make a life for myself, but this is the best job I've been able to get. My parents think I'm a complete failure.” She says.
“I know how you feel.” Moxxie says.
The bus arrived and the two of them got on.
“How does your pa feel about your work?” Millie asks once they sat down.
Moxxie shrugs. “I don't know, he wanted me to work with him, but he hasn't been the same since mom died.”
Millie nods. “Ah, I see.”
“What does Bradly think of your work?” Moxxie asks.
“Screw what he thinks, he's a jackass.” Millie says. “A good for nothin shithead.”
Moxxie licks his lips. “You said it, I didn't.”
A few minutes pass with smaller talks of life and the world around them
Millie learned about Moxxie's true passion for music and theater.
He was so interesting, she loved that about him.
She talked about home and even shared some of her most treasured memories she had with them.
He was a very good listener, and made her feel so special, so important.
Moxxie didn't talk about his childhood much, but instead kept asking about hers. She naturally assumed he didn't have a lot of stories and just found her family entertaining.
“This is my stop.” Moxxie suddenly says, getting up to leave the bus.
“Moxxie wait! Your umbrella.” She holds the umbrella towards him.
Moxxie stops, but he doesn’t take it. “Keep it, I’ll be like Gene Kelly.”
“Who’s that?” Millie asks.
“You don’t know who Gene Kelly is? Singing in the rain? An American in Paris? Summer stock?” He asks, shocked.
She shrugs.
“Oh, Millie. I’m sorry but that needs to change. You have to see at least one of his movies.” He says.
Millie smiles. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, he’s an icon!” He says.
“Okay, I’ll watch one with you. But you have to watch Zombone killer X with me.” She says.
Moxxie smiles. “Alright, deal-“
Millie kisses his cheek. “Bring the movie, we’ll watch both on Friday at my place. Then we can…hang out.”
Moxxie took a step back. “Oh- um, but what about your boyfriend?”
“I broke up with him.” She says.
“Oh…I’m sorry to hear that.” Moxxie says.
“I’m not, I wasn’t in love with him or some shit, plus I have standards.” She scoffs. “I’ll see you Friday, Moxxie.” She says.
Moxxie smiles. “See you Friday.”
He got off the bus, then Millie went home.
That was the start of their new relationship.
She felt she finally found her equal, someone she could truly love and trust…
But now… She wasn't so sure…
~~~Millie: present~~~
What is she missing? What is it that she can’t understand?
Why did he hide his past from her?
“I have to go.” She says to Trixx before hanging up the phone.
She closed her eyes, she wished it wasn't true, she wished Moxxie never lied and that she could trust him again without questioning it.
But she wishes more than anything that he could be here to explain himself…
Tears fell down her face.
She misses him so much. Where in hell is he?!
~~~Moxxie:~~~
Moxxie started working with the mafia again, doing simple jobs like paperwork, gun cleaning and prepping, and occasionally supervising.
He didn’t mind this type of work, he’s always been able to handle anything anyone threw at him, he’s honestly just thankful he wasn’t being forced to hurt anyone like he used to.
He used to be primarily in charge of inventory…but Crimson said he wasn’t ready for it yet.
It was oddly suspicious. What is it Moxxie couldn’t see? What was his father scared of him seeing?
It had to be something his father knew would upset him, something…
Or someone.
“Dad?” Moxxie approached his father after they had returned to the mansion.
“What do you want, Mox?” Crimson asks, making himself a drink and sitting down after a long day of work.
“Why won't you just tell me what they're hauling?” Moxxie asks. “It’s not like I’ll tell anyone.”
“This again?” Crimson asks. “The answer is simple. It's none of your business.” Crimson says.
“Nothing you’ve been doing has made any sense. What is it that you want with me? Is there a purpose? Or are you just looking for control?” Moxxie asks. “If I’m going to be forced to be here, you could at least give me some sort of idea as to why-“
“Do you need to be little, Moxxie?” Crim asks him.
“What?” Moxxie asks, taking a step back.
Crimson sets the drink down and stands up. “You’re getting all worked up, you seem stressed. Maybe you need to relax.” He says.
“I don’t- I- no. I’m fine.” Moxxie answers, rubbing his arm anxiously.
“You sure? You had a long day.” Crim says, gripping his son’s chin.
“I don’t want to regress! Ever!” Moxxie says louder, hoping he’ll get the message. He moves away from his father’s grasp, almost falling backwards from his shaking form.
Crimson grabs Moxxie’s horn, causing him to whimper. “What’s the matter, Mox? You used to beg me to let you regress. Remember?”
Moxxie remembers a few incidents where he begged his father to let him regress… When it had been a while, Moxxie was at the brink of an emotional breakdown due to the constant headaches, emotional stress, and anxiety he was feeling throughout the week.
After he regressed, he’d suddenly feel a lot better, more relaxed and energetic by the end-
This was not always the case however, sometimes it would lead to what people called: ‘impure regression’ which basically just means ‘baby isn’t happy.’
Of course Moxxie knows now that all regression is valid and pure, and having negative emotions or struggling with flashbacks or bad thoughts while in headspace, does not mean he’s wrong or ‘impure’. He just has emotions, and that was okay.
Usually, when emotions get out of control like this, people slip into their headspace involuntary; but, since Moxxie’s regression is always being controlled, he can’t just slip into headspace if he needs to- it just builds up over time.
Which causes him unbearable emotional pain.
~~~Past~~~
His father was hosting a party after one of their big heists. Moxxie had helped a lot with this one, killed so many people, got them so much money, he didn’t leave his father’s side… and at the moment, his mind just wouldn’t listen to reason. It wanted to regress and nothing else could help him.
He tried to keep calm during the drinking and the talking, interacting, introductions, smiling, exc- but, he couldn’t take it anymore! His head hurt far too much!
Moxxie hid behind the staircase to try and calm himself down, he had to stay strong for his own sake.
“He’s here, Crimson.” Alessio says, suddenly appearing in front of him.
Fucking snitch. Moxxie needed to be alone to calm down, why couldn't he see that?!
“What the fuck is going on with you?” Crimson asks his son once he got to him. “You’re supposed to be celebrating, kid.”
Moxxie took some deep breaths, tryingdesperatelynot to cry. “I’m sorry, Sir. I really am. I just- I can’t- I-“
“Spit it out, Mox.” His father spouts harshly. “You can’t what?”
“Please, sir. I can’t do this anymore, can I please just be little for just a little while, please?” Tears fall down Moxxie’s face, he couldn’t face his father as he asked, he just wanted to calm down, but he couldn’t! He panicked and he was stressed the hell out!
Crimson sighs. “For Satan's sake. That’s what you’re so upset about?” Crimson asks. “You want to regress?”
Moxxie nods. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to disappoint you. I just need a break. Please, Dad?”
“It’s that bad, huh?” Crimson asks softly, holding Moxxie’s shoulders.
Moxxie nods again. Tears continue to fall, Moxxie tries to dry them with his sleeve, but it won’t stop as his eyes are pleading with his father for a break.
Crimson’s voice remains calm and surprisingly comforting. He rubs his arms gently. “Alright, alright. Calm down, Moxxie.” Crimson takes Moxxie’s chin. “Go upstairs, I’ll be up there in a minute to take care of you.”
Moxxie nods. “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” He obeyed his father and went upstairs. He just wanted to feel better again.
~~~
Moxxie waited in his room as Crimson told him to. He continued to try and stop himself from crying, afraid his father may see him as incapable or… ‘unruly’ as he has said in the past.
Crimson showed up and found Moxxie on the bed. .
Moxxie knew Crimson must have been disappointed, and Moxxie wouldn't blame him...he'd never hated himself more if he was honest.
“Mox?” Crimson asks.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” Moxxie says. “I didn’t want to disappoint you. I just-“
Crimson shakes his head. “It’s fine, Moxxie. You worked hard today. You did good, kid.”
“You’re not mad?” Moxxie asks.
“Why would I be mad? It’s not like you can control it, your little dumb brain just wants to be turned off, that’s all.” Crimson says. “If this is what it takes to get your best, it’s fuckin’ worth it.” Crimson says.
Moxxie nods, he’s at least glad his father isn’t upset with him.
But, he hated being little, it was scary and he liked being in control of his own mind; but he couldn’t stand the repression symptoms anymore. It was too much!
Crimson looked him over and kissed his cheek. “Quiet time.”
~~~Present:~~~
Moxxie didn’t want to live like that, where things got so bad he had to be a child again in order to feel better.
That's why he printed out all those breathing exercises, sung to himself so oftem, and tried therapy! He needed to get better in a way that didn't involve regression.
Crimson had too much control… he couldn’t keep letting him have it.
He and Alessio think they can control him, but they can’t!
“Sir.” Alessio walked in, making Crimson release Moxxoe's horn.
“What is it?” Crimson asks.
“He needs another shot before it completely wears off.” Alessio says, gesturing to Moxxie.
“What?” Moxxie asks. This would be the third time they gave him a shot…what was it for?
And why is he only now noticing the way Alessio and Crimson are looking at each other? It was the way Millie’s parents looked at each other...the same way Millie looked when she looked at him.
Moxxie's eyes widen. Were they…?
“The only question is, will Moxxie listen, or are we going to have to do this the hard way?” Crimson asks Moxxie condescendingly.
Moxxie looks at Alessio, then at Crimson. “What is going on between you two?” He asks, ignoring Crimson's comment.
“Excuse me?” his father asks.
“Are you two together? Is that why you took me? To make me part of this weird family you're building with him?!” Moxxie asks angerly.
Crimson slaps Moxxie across the face, causing him to hit his head on the floor. “You seriously need to start learning to mind your own fucking business!” Crimson says.
Alessio kneels on the floor next to him: “Quiet time, Moxxie.” he whispers.
~~~Little Moxxie, Alessio & Crimson: later~~~
No, no, pease!” Moxxie begs. “No shot!” Moxxie shouts at Alessio.
Alessio had taken Moxxie to their medical room to give him the shot, thinking it would be fairly simple, and he could give Crimson some time to calm down, but the little was fighting Al with everything he had, which was more than Alessio thought.
Moxxie hissed, scratched, and finally bit Alessio's hand.
“ow!" Alessio yelped. "Moxxie, you’ve been so good lately, why are you being such a brat?” Alessio asks, his voice was calm but his words were mean!
“I’ huwt! Don’ wan it!” Moxxie cries out. “Don’ nee’ it!” he panicked.
“Moxxie, I’m going to count to three, if you don’t comply and take your shot willingly, you will be in a time out. One…two…”
Moxxie backed up. “No!” He cries.
“Moxxie…” Alessio warns again.
With the little saying nothing and still trying to get away, Alessio sighs. “Okay, that’s three-“
“What the hell is going on in here?” Crimson asks, swinging the door open violently.
“Moxxie is refusing to take his shot.” Alessio explains to him. "He's scratching, hissing, and biting."
“Moxxie, are you asking for a punishment?” Crimson asks harshly, crossing his arms.
Moxxie shakes his head quickly. “No…”
“Then be good and take your shot, now!” Crimson shouted.
Moxxie cries more, but he does as he’s told, he shakily gives Alessio his arm.
He hates shots! They hurt so much! He hates needles!
Alessio takes Moxxie’s arm for a second before pulling him forwards and pricking him in the neck instead.
Moxxie cries out, it hurts worse than he thought it would!
“See, that wasn’t so bad.” Crimson says. “Now, is there anything you want to say to Alessio?” He asks.
Moxxie crosses his arms, he doesn’t want to talk to Alessio, he betrayed him! He stuck a needle in his neck and didn’t say please or sorry. It wasn’t very nice at all!
“Fine, maybe you need a good long time out to think this over.” Crimson says, grabbing Moxxie’s wrist.
“No! M’sowy!” Moxxie says, breathing heavily.
“No, you don’t get to act like this, you know the rules of this house!” Crimson says. "You do not fight me and Alessio."
Moxxie cries, but reluctantly follows Crimson to one of the guest rooms.
Moxxie is shoved in the dark room violently and the door is slammed shut and locked.
“You are not to move until I come back, do not cross me!” His father warns.
Moxxie cries and hugs himself tightly, he looks around the room and it’s nothing but pitch black darkness…
And he’s all alone.
He wanted his Daddy, or Alessio, or even Chaz to come get him and tell him everything was okay again…
But…
Something was wrong, and nothing would be okay again until he found out what was wrong.
What happened to him? Why was daddy and Al doing this to him?
The darker it got, the scareder Moxxie was... he felt like he couldn’t breathe! His head felt light and cold...
Like he was drowning!
He thought he heard something!
If he was in a better mindset, he may have thought it was the wind...
But, what if it wasn't? He didn't want to die!
He hated the dark!
He clawed at the door, screaming and begging for someone to let him out but to no avail.
He cried harder and harder untill he eventually passed out from it.
~~~That night, Quint and Moxxie:~~~
Quint knew he should probably stay out of this.
Crimson would kill him if he found out what he was about to tell Moxxie.
And maybe if stu was still there, he'd care but he's lost all meaning in his life.
Moxxie however has someone left to live for, still had a drive and purpose.
And he needed to be reminded of why he can't give up.
Quint overheard Alessio and Crimson talking about how they had locked Moxxie up in his ‘new room’ for the night, so he knew where to find him.
He climbed into the window, all the furniture had white sheets over it, to hide what the two had in mind for Moxxie.
He finds the little one fast asleep on the cold hard floor by the door.
Quint took a deep breath as quietly as possible, almost changing his mind… but, he grabbed Moxxie and covered his mouth tightly to be sure he wouldn't make any noise.
Little Moxxie screamed and cried, squirming as he tried to pry his boney hands off him.
Quint pulled out his phone and used type-to speech to say the phrase: “Wake up.” To make Moxxie snap out of it.
He drops Moxxie as he snaps out of it. “Wh- Quint? What’s wrong? What happened?” Moxxie asked. “Where am I?” He asks.
Quint gestures for Moxxie to be quiet, then he gestures for Moxxie to follow him.
Moxxie raises an eyebrow. “Okay…?”
He follows Quint, who climbed out the window.
He had no idea where he was, but he decided to follow Quint despite not being sure if he trusted the shark…what did he have left to lose?
~~~~~~~
Quint led Moxxie through the yard, near where all the trucks were, passing where target practice was held.
They walked into one of the sheds, Quint picked up a clipboard that held a list of people's names, handing it to Moxxie to look over.
“Who are they?” Moxxie asks him.
Quint signs: “Littles they sold.”
Moxxie’s mouth hung open. “He’s trafficking littles?” Moxxie asks.
Quint nods, and points to the large trucks. ‘We take them from anonymous sellers and sell them to those who can't pass the background checks to adopt their own littles.’
If Moxxie wasn’t so overwhelmed and shocked, he may have asked more questions. But, only one came to mind: “Why would you tell me this?” Moxxie asks.
Quint sighs, then answers: ‘You’re the one who cares about being good. I just thought you should know.’
Moxxie nods, feeling horrified that people could even do this. ‘Thank you.’ Moxxie signs.
Maybe Quint was a better person than he thought...maybe he did care.
He needs to stop this somehow, needs to help these littles find a way out! He can't let this continue to happen!
Quint nods. ‘Let’s get you back.’ He signs, looking around nervouly.
“We can't! I-“ Moxxie tried to argue.
‘Don’t make me regret telling you.’ Quint signs, face serious.
Moxxie nods, and follows Quint back to the room he was locked in.
They climbed back through the window and Quint got his phone out and moved it closer to Moxxie to record his voice.
“Wait- no.” Moxxie says, understanding what Quint was asking.
‘Can’t cause suspicion, you need to be little again.’ Quint signs.
Moxxie sighs in defeat and speaks into the phone: “quiet time.”
And it repeats, causing Moxxie to regress once again…
Notes:
"You can run into my arms
It's okay, don't be alarmed
Come into me (there's no distance in between our love)
So gon' and let the rain pourI'll be all you need and more
Because When the sun shines, we shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be your friend
Took an oath, I'ma stick it out to the end
Now that it's raining more than everKnow that we'll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella." -Umbrella, Rihanna
@todayimfour
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The truth in a picture part 3
Lost boys x daughter reader
Tw- abuse, betrayal, angst, fighting, violence
“Wanna tell me what this is?” David questioned as he fiddled with the photo of the younger you between his fingers.
“A picture” you answered with a gulp as you saw Dwayne move to block the exit, were they going to kill you now? Had your time ran out?
“I gathered that” David said with a joyless chuckle “always got an answer, don’t you?”
“I try” you say back as you clutch your wrist anxiously, David let out a huff of air
“So I’m assuming you know?” David said with a sigh, as if this talk was a chore for him “about her?”
You nod fearfully and David puts his head in his gloved hands before letting out a groan, the action ignited slight annoyance in you.
“Well you were bound to find out sooner or later ” David says as he leans back on his chair “well it’s fine, it doesn’t matter anymore”
You stayed silent and stared at him as he drank blood from a bottle. He leaned back and stared at you.
“Come on now, don’t pout” David says as if you were a child who just threw a tantrum “she was bound to die, it was inevitable”
He goes to pat your shoulder and keeps his hand there as if it were a reassuring action. Your frozen before you looked at him with fire in your eyes
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You whisper out “she was my mother”
“She was practically a surrogate” marko chimes in “just a womb to carry you”
“She was a living, breathing woman” you say in disgust “she had a family, people who cared about her. She had people who still miss her”
“Well that’s never really stopped us before, has it?” Paul said with a shrug, bored of the situation
“What the actual fuck” you laugh out in disbelief “you act like she was some stranger, she was my mother and you killed her in cold blood”
“I’d step down from that pedestal right now saint y/n” marko says with a chuckle “we’re not the only ones in this room who’s killed someone”
“You don’t get to throw that back in my face” you seethe, images of the hunters body quickly forcing their ways into your mind
“Well you did kill that man baby” Dwayne said, you looked at him with shock in your eyes “your just as bad as us”
“Your the reason I had to kill him” you laugh out “your the reason he died”
“How’d you gather that?” David questioned with a smug grin
“I called for you and you ignored me” you yell out “I screamed for you to help and you stayed outside and let me be attacked”
“Sometimes parents screw up” David shrugged “at the end of the day, I’m still your dad”
“You are not my father” you laugh out in anger “your the farthest fucking thing from my father”
“Baby, maybe it’s best for you to calm down” Dwayne said as he went to gently grip your arms
“Don’t Fucking touch me, fucking pervert” you yell out while slapping his arms away “is that why you kidnapped me? Huh? To molest me?”
A sudden sound echoed throughout the cave as you cupped your cheek and looked at Dwayne who’s eyes filled with regret. He just slapped you.
Laughter springs out of your throat uncontrollably as tears blur your vision. Your grip your sides as your laughter echoed through the cave and the boys looked at you with concern and confusion.
“I Fucking hate you all” you said, barely audible through your hysterical laughter
“Excuse me?” David asked coldly as his face darkened
“What’s my name David?” You questioned with an uncontrollable grin
“Y/n powers, same as me” David replied with a tone that read ‘don’t test me’
“Try again” you said with more laughter “so close”
“Your name is y/n powers, you have my last name as my child!” David reinforced coldly
“My name…” you started with craziness rolling around in your eyes “is y/n Fucking l/n, just like Katie l/n”
“Your being ridiculous” David scoffs “why would you carry the name of someone who didn’t raise you”
“Why would I carry the name of the person who kidnapped me?” You counteracted with gritted teeth
“Your really wanting to follow in your mother footsteps huh?” David questions as he moved forward in an attempt to intimidate you.
“Is that a threat David?” You questioned as you went closer to him.
“Might be” he said casually as his claws grew slightly
“You gonna kill me david?” You said with a small chuckle “do it, pussy”
With that David’s claws fully extracted and he swiped. They went to your exposed shoulder and left deep cuts in there wake. Blood started to come through the lines and you chuckled. Dwayne swoops in to drag David away as he fights against his hold.
Paul rushes to you and covers your cuts with his hand. Looking at you with panic as you start to let tears fall down your cheek, still with a crazed grin spread across your face
“Fuck it’s deep” Paul said as he inspected the cut that was most likely going to scar “are you insane David?”
David, who had now come to his senses, looked at the scene with mild regret that his anger had once again taken over him and caused him to injure you.
“Oh fuck” he whispered as Dwayne rushes to your side “will it scar?”
“Yeah most likely” dwayne answered as he inspected the cuts before looking at you “don’t worry, once your turned they fade away”
“You think I’m turning?” You questioned with a sickly sweet smile on your lips, Dwayne nods and you laugh “fuck that, I’m never turning”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Paul questioned angrily “your turning, that’s that”
“Pretty bold coming from someone who only started giving a shit about me a few months ago” you yell out and Paul looks at you hurt
“Don’t talk to him like that!” Marko demands as he rushes to Paul’s defence
“Marko go blow smoke up David’s ass again” you said snidely “it’s the only thing you seem to be good at apart from crossing boundaries and talking shit”
“Y/n, quiet!” Dwayne ordered furiously as he began to shift angrily in an attempt to stop his vampiric face from emerging
“Don’t get me started on you mr codependency problems” you say as you push him away and slowly stand up “you keep me Fucking weak to keep dependent on you, don’t think I haven’t noticed the Fucking hard on you get for being the ‘good dad’ your as bad as the rest of them”
“Your really turning into a little bitch, huh?” David said with a cold glare “maybe we spoiled you too much”
“Ladies and gentlemen, my father the number one person keeping domestic abuse alive in this town” you clap your hands sarcastically “I hate you the most you know, not because you beat me or because you starved me, but because your pathetic. You claim to love me but I know you just keep me around to feed your ego. I’m a pet to you and I’m fucking done”
“You need to shut the fuck up right now” David yelled furiously “before I scratch your eyes out of your head next”
“You might want to take a photo before you do” you laugh out “faces change with age and you might want something to remember me by”
“Your fucking turning” marko seethed as he held your arms tightly “you should be over this temper tantrum soon, but we can wait a few centuries”
You spit in markos face as it locks up and looks at you with crazed anger, something you had never seen on him before.
“I’d rather be drained dry then spend one more night in your pathetic little game of house” you spit out “I’m not your fucking puppet anymore, you controlling, loathsome cunt”
“You little shit!” Marko exclaimed before attempting to dive after you “I’ll break your Fucking legs you little ungrateful bitch”
“Go to your room y/n” David demanded coldly “don’t expect to come out again until your over this teenage tantrum, come back when your strong enough to back up your words”
“Gladly” you say as you turn to walk away, not looking back as you heard marko try and go after you again
“I’ll cut your fucking legs off if you ever talk to me like that again” was the last thing you heard as you turned the corner.
Once you were alone you let the tears fall freely as you sobbed loudly. The overwhelming hurt now settling in as you realise the last conversation you would have with the men who raised you was filled with hatred and anger
Why go against the usual for your last time?
You had to get the fuck out of here.
#slashers x reader#lost boys x reader#lost boys x child reader#platonic lost boys x reader#yandere lost boys x reader#poly lost boys x reader#yandere lost boys#dad lost boys#the lost boys#lost boy x reader
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The First Responders (소방서 옆 경찰서) - Whump List
Whumpee : Jin Ho Gae played by Kim Rae Won and Bong Do Jin played by Son Ho Jun
Synopsis : Follow the joint operations of a police force and a fire department, who together will tell a thrilling story. Fierce detective Jin Ho Gae is all about catching low-lives. While the fearless firefighter Bong Do Jin, who seems cold on the outside, is nice to those around him and he takes good care of victims. Joining the duo is Song Seol, an empathetic paramedic who heals broken hearts while treating wounds. (MDL)
Genres : Action, Thriller, Mystery, Rescue
Warning ! Possible spoilers below!
Jin Ho Gae
Ep 1 : Punching someone, restrained — Punched, knife at his throat, knife digging a bit in his neck, blasted by an explosion, unconscious (?) on the ground — Difficult fighting, kicked, punched
Ep 2 : (⚠️TW for suicide and self-harm⚠️) None
Ep 3 : Small burns on hand treated
Ep 4 : (⚠️TW for child abuse⚠️) None
Ep 5 : Putting makeup on so his face looks bruised — Knocked out — Tied up — Manages to free himself — Hurts his hand while handling chemicals — In an car (ambulance) accident, fighting, head slammed through a car window, collapses on the ground
Ep 6 : Framed for murder, handcuffed — In jail, beaten — Tripped up, restrained, rope put around his neck, beaten, stabbed — In an ambulance, bleeding, fakes having trouble breathing — On the run — Still bleeding, collapses — In pain, concern for him, wounds painfully treated
Ep 7 : In pain — Almost strangle himself while trying to reenact a murder, concern for him — Previous injuries reopen, punched several times on his wound, crying out in pain, hose wrapped around his neck, strangled, struggling, hose suddenly tightens, collapses unconscious (Gif Set) — Found, concern for him, in cardiac arrest, bleeding out, treated, chest compression, taken in the ambulance, has an other cardiac arrest, CPR, lots of concern for him, heart finally starts beating again (Gif Set) — In surgery — In a coma in the hospital, oxygen mask
Ep 8 : In the hospital, unconscious, oxygen mask, wakes up, tries to get out of bed, collapses on the ground, in pain (Gif Set), brace put on his torso — In a wheelchair — Suddenly in pain, given painkillers (a patch then a shot) — In pain, collapses, concern for him — Slapped, yelled at — Depressed
Ep 9 : None
Ep 10 : Fighting
Ep 11 : Slapped, grabbed by the collar — Stressed, anxious, metal beams almost fall on him — Fighting, almost kills the bad guy, punched by Do Jin — Angry, almost kills the bad guy again
Ep 12 : Depressed, drinking — There is an explosion in the building he just entered, the building is engulfed in flames, concern for him (Cliffhanger for the next season)
Bong Do Jin
Ep 1-4 : None
Ep 5 : Told to stop a rescue because it’s too dangerous, keeps going anyway, concern for him — In an accident while he was driving the ambulance, unconscious — (Flashback) Distressed
Ep 6 : Standing on an unstable roof, concern for him
Ep 7-9 : None
Ep 10 : Worried for his friend, blaming himself for not being able to help him
Ep 11 : Worried for someone
Ep 12 : Going from fire emergency to fire emergency, goes into a dangerous fire, exhausted, concern for him — Convinced there is an arsonist causing the fires but no one believes him — Talking about painful memories — There is an explosion in the building he just entered, the building is engulfed in flames, concern for him (Cliffhanger for the next season)
>> Whump List for season 2 made by @staydandy
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TW: mention of physical and sexual abusing
Hii! I'd like to order a party punch with the question of opinions on William Reid. (What do u think? Do u think he physically/sexually abused Spencer?) I'm curious! :)
Also, congratulations with your birthday! I also want to ask if u mind sharing your birthday since I would love to wish you an amazing birthday on your actual date of birth. Thank you for everything!
Much love
Maya xxx
Of course I can share my opinions on William Reid! I have a lot of them so buckle up lol
As for my birthday, thank you for asking! My birthday is on August 2nd!
tw: mentions CSA, physical abuse, cheating
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i am a firm believer that William Reid sexually assaulted Spencer.
as seen in SYGB 12 👀
the way child!Spencer flinches when he touches him on the shoulder in Memoriam? the way Spencer responds to Samantha Malcolm's electro-shock therapy in The Uncanny Valley?
there's no way he didn't assault Spencer in some way or another
here's a post by @tobias-hankel that goes more in-depth about reasons why Spencer might've been SA-ed if anyone is interested
even if he didn't sexually assault him, i wholeheartedly believe he physically abused him.
he just seems like he'd have such bad anger issues that results in him slapping the nearest person or throwing something at them
he definitely cheated on Diana, i feel like
he would have the mindset that if he couldn't get any from Diana, he'd get it from someone else, yk?
i could also see him hitting Diana during fights, especially when she yells at him
master manipulator, this guy. he knows exactly how to gaslight other people and get under their skin.
gives me conservative vibes tbh
seems like he'd have a kid by someone else later in life and treat them like absolute royalty
omg Spencer randomly finding out when he's like 35 that he has a half-brother in college
they become besties, despite Spencer's trauma
after finding out what happened to Spencer and Diana, William's new wife gets a divorce like the queen she is 😌
anyway yeah in conclusion, William Reid is a piece of sh!t and i hate him 🫶🏻
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