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willowaudreykeyes · 4 years

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Monster AU Idea that I don’t know what to do with

Literally what the title says. Idk what to do with this, but its in my head and so i need to write it down and share it before my brain explodes. Talk about it or ask about it; whatever you want. As long as I know about it as it is still my idea, go nuts.

@ladyedwina @sparrowofsong

Warning: Does involve murder, being captured, lots of depressed Roman because I’m mean to him for no reason and it makes me sad, gory removal of fingers (not detailed but it is there), suicide mention, me swearing a lot, stabbing(not detailed), hints of Roceit; Intrulogical and qpr Pattmile

Spider Monster Who-Realises-That-His-Race-Sucks Virgil

Born like this. Was raised to be alone but he likes being around others to feel safe, so it makes him a little awkward and even anxious around others.

Hates the rest of his kind because he’s the only one who doesn’t want to eat people. So now they all wanna kill him.

He can retract his extra legs but it leaves small bumps in his back, so he likes to wear his over-sized hoodie to help hide them.

Janus saved him from one of his own kind. Travelled with him and Logan before getting separated by Monster Hunters and running into a lonely wolf-Patton.

Is now Patton’s spider child, despite the fact that said father figure is afraid of spiders. And that Virgil is technically older then him. He does try to look past the ‘too-many-eyes’ and ‘long, hairy legs’ thing; which Virgil appreciates.

The only one of the group that knows how mobiles work and he finds it funny as fuck.

Werewolf Underdog (ha) Patton

Runt of the litter.

Can shift between a humany appearance, an actual grey-brown wolf and a bipedal werewolf. He isn’t the third one often and actually enjoys being a more typical wolf as he can be passed off as a wolf-dog hybrid and has gotten free bones and pets.

Ran away from his pack as they didn’t want him to die but also didn’t want him to get stronger, then raised a bunch of homeless orphans at a young age and also defended them from a trafficking ring by ripping out a bunch of people’s throats.

Yeah... he brought them to an orphanage afterwards as it’s safer then the streets. Then he ran away again; at this point he’s only 15-16.

Lives alone and homeless for a few more years before running into Virgil and immediately adopting him.

Patton helped Virgil find Janus and Logan so now he has more children (who are all older then him but he ignores that).

No one will go hungry EVER with Patton is around. He is the caretaker of this pack and he will not let his pups feel hungry ever-

He’s not over how shitty his pack was to him and it’s very obvious.

When he meets Emile though, it lifts a lot of weight off his shoulders as he learns not to be so all-bearing of others issues. And he also feels safer talking to him about his old pack as he doesn’t want to be pitied by anyone.

Tired-As-Fuck Vampire Logan

Who’s like 600 years old and knows that a lot of History that the modern day tells everyone is wrong and HATES that he’d be found out if he started yelling at people how wrong they are.

Parents wanted him to drop science and be a farmer. They, and his younger siblings, all died when their crops were poisoned two weeks after he moved out to do his science elsewhere.

Oh and he was bit by the person who 1. Was his partner in science and 2. He was head over heels for them because they let him take risks but still made sure he was safe as he did them.

So that pissed him off quite a bit. Because he almost instantly killed the couple who took in the sickly scientist because the wife cut her finger. He managed to kill the cow instead but he ran away afterwards and never saw them again.

Ran into Janus 300 years later -after travelling a LOT and learning a LOT and nearly dying a LOT and feeling so much that he doesn’t wanna feel anymore because that’s 300yrs of friends dying- and decided to travel with the one type of guy who won’t die of old age!!!

Then Virgil appeared. Then Patton. Then the Twins. Then Remy. Then Emile. He wishes that his dead heart would stop making him want to protect them all to his last breath but what can ya do?

He will murder anyone to save the others- but much prefers to just stay inside and just experiment on the occasional new thing that he finds.

Protector. Leader. Professor. Tired. Doctor. Cantor (yes he was Jewish for a little while after the bite but now he’s Atheist). University Chancellor. Lots of titles and he got them all legit too, although some are a little out of date.

Do not ask how he feels about the others. Especially Remus. He will glare at you without a word before moving on with his life.

Naga Will-Steal-You’re-Last-$5 Janus

Age? Social construct. He hints at being around Logan’s age but that could be give or take a hundred years or so.

He can shift between having a tail and legs- but ofc much prefers the tail. But he hates that his teeth change with it as it makes him hold his ‘s’ more when he talks.

When no tail, the left side of his face is very scarred. Someone tried burning off the scales on his face but the scars only appear when he’s trying to look human. When he has his tail, his scales replace them and they look fine.

Do not touch his hands or he will strangle you with them. They’re sensitive as hell without his gloves and he doesn’t know why.

He can hypnotise you to take a fucking break and he’s not afraid to do it (except on Logan as he’s somehow almost entirely immune)

Doesn’t like hypnotising his friends unless its just to take a break or to pull them out of an anxiety/panic attack. Every other living thing isn’t off limits though.

Lived alone until he met Logan. He also liked killing everyone he met until he met Logan. The only reason he didn’t kill Logan was because the nerd almost chopped off the end of his tail. The others don’t know this and it’s staying that way.

Has a cane to walk with for days that his legs decide that they wanna be a tail but he’s in public for some reason and he can’t and it sucks.

Almost killed Remy when they first met. Literally- he stabbed him in the side. Now they’re best buds over it and it was weird how quickly it happened too.

Has stolen Roman’s last $5. He will not be returning it. He hasn’t spent it because he finds him cute funny when he’s mad.

Siren But-Flips-Off-The-Sea-And-Heights Roman

Was born a Prince! With his weirdo of a twin. They were well liked and he was next in line for the throne and he was gonna be given a wife-

He wasn’t happy that it HAD to be a wife and when he argued that he wanted a guy; everyone turned on him and threw him into the ocean. So... fuck them.

Sirens saved him by turning him into one. He hates it.

Was forced to eat kelp or people. He chose kelp. He hated it.

Was dragged out of the sea by his brother who had been thrown into the evil swamp nearby and is now a banshee. Not as bad but he’s still rather pissed.

Although he was a little sad when he heard, 100yrs later, that his entire kingdom died of the plague. He moved on quickly though.

He hates the sea and doesn’t go near it. If it all dried up one day, it’d be the happiest day of his life. He doesn’t even eat seafood anymore as it makes him upset just looking at it.

He still likes to sing. He can control if it’s going to mind-control those who hear it or not; but it’s a little annoying as he can’t get too into it without accidentally losing control. Doesn’t stop him though.

He learnt how to play multiple instruments, made anonymously published books, the money-earner of the two. Although he was jealous that Remus was better at more hands-on stuff and is slowly, but happily, learning how to craft things from wood.

He and Remus never separated. Even when Monster Hunters sprayed him with water, forced his tail to appear, and took him to a facility to be imprisoned forever. That’s another thing he was mad about since Remus refused to just fucking RUN but he was happy to see his brother be proud of him when he dug VERY sharp teeth into a mans arm.

Had to be carried out by Janus when he, Logan, Patton and Virgil decided to free everyone inside. Every other creature could run except him, which led to him and Remus staying with them.

He definitely, 100%, no-doubt-about-it got a massive gay crush on Janus when he taught him how to fight. And sword fight. And dance. And how to look after his rather pretty scales.

In the 200-300yrs since he’s had a tail, he hasn’t ONCE really looked after them. So when Janus helped him out and made his scales less gross and more gorgeous, he actually started liking his tail a bit.

The Ocean can still go fuck itself though.

Oh and the one time they visited the Seattle Space Needle? Yeah, fuck heights too.

Banshee Will-Eat-Your-Fingers-If-Given-The-Chance Remus

After Roman got thrown into the ocean, he went on a rampage. He didn’t kill anyone, but he sure as hell got close to murdering their shitty father.

They tied him up and tossed him into the nearby swamp, where he nearly died. He inhaled days worth of magical fog that eventually turned him into a banshee. Which is just the ability to scream so loud that he makes people pass out, which is useful. Oh and sharp teeth that he looks after really well.

He managed to escape the forest, he screamed at a passing merchant and took his horse, and went to the ocean where he found Roman depressingly eating kelp on a rock off in the distance.

He literally got on a boat, dragged the surprised but happy fish into it with him, and made sure that they would never be separated again.

Didn’t care about what happened to their old kingdom.

He learnt how to make weapons, how to blacksmith, how to glassmith, how to make clothes- Literally anything he could since Roman kind of sucked at making anything that wasn’t music or a story of some kind. Fine by him since he knew the quality of the weapon he was stabbing people with.

When the hunters forcefully made Roman’s tail appear, he tried to scream to make them all pass out but they were ready and punched him out. He would have found it a little funny if he didn’t wake in a jail cell with a thing over his mouth.

The two worst things about it: He couldn’t see Roman and know if he was okay and he couldn’t cuss out the guards.

When that nerdy but very murderous vampire broke in and helped him out of the prison, he returned the favour by biting off the fingers of a guard that had broken Logan’s glasses. He later on fixed said glasses as well but he thought the fingers removal was a better thank you.

Loves Logan; only Roman, Janus and Emile have figured it out. Virgil thinks he’s plotting to kill the vampire one day, Remy doesn’t pay attention and Patton thinks that Logan is a good influence on him (he’s not wrong as he slowly stops describing brutal murders and talks about gross facts that Logan does and doesn’t know)

Remy No-It-Isn’t-Short-For-Remington-Yes-I-Am-A-Dragon-Roman

Born as a shapeshifting dragon. Was supposed to live like a recluse like the rest of his kind but said ‘fuck that’ and now works at a clothing store in a town full of morons for entertainment.

His kind does get tired rather easily so he lives off coffee. He is addicted and luckily for him; his body won’t get used to it so he doesn’t have to heighten the dose of caffeine in every drink. Yay!

Two things happened when he first met Janus and Roman. The first is that he got stabbed by the Naga because he may or may not have seen him wearing some shiny rings that he REALLY wanted. He wanted it more then Janus, so he found it okay to do- but got stabbed for it.

Two; he then bit Roman (who kinda deserved it when he tried to ‘slay the dragon’ when Janus had saw his unnaturally-bright brown eyes) and was dragged to see everyone to figure out what to do with him.

He managed to talk his way out of being murdered by Remus by sheer amazing personality (he’s x5 sassy when afraid and Remus thought he was hilarious) and just decided to hang around everyone just because he could.

Being stabbed turned into a joke between him and Janus and now they’re besties who totally don’t steal from random assholes that they run into down the street. It’s a now competition to have the shiniest collection (Janus is winning but gives Remy the occasional shiny thing as he knows that dragons get very mad about hoard sizes sometimes)

When they all moved towns, he dragged them to one where his old friend Emile was. He also introduced Virgil to Starbucks and their coffee and is still getting berated for it to this day.

Oh and when he does manage to let himself be a dragon, he’s about as large as a horse and has really pretty black scales with a light brown underbelly. His eyes turn bright green too. Virgil calls him Starbucks’s best mascot.

Emile Is-A-Disney-Fairy-Stereotype

Can grow and shrink on command; can also make his wings appear and disappear although it does hurt not to have them out almost daily.

Pink wings and pink hair. Very popular fairy attributes (for both fairies and Monster Hunters)

Can see aura’s of humans and monsters. They look very different depending on species but he LOVES seeing human ones the most as they are often filled with more colours.

Is a therapist, is a cartoon nerd, is able to make you a dress that disappears at midnight

... Can also see your dreams but doesn’t like doing it as its intrusive and it feels like he’s breaking some kind of human Confidentiality agreement

Being a therapist has changed a lot of his views on personal space (like the whole dream thing he has). He’s very in-your-face when excited, but as a kid he would CLING to people at every chance he had. Even strangers. It wasn’t a good habit.

Became a therapist, an independent one too, because a human friend of his died of suicide and he blamed his therapist who was telling him a lot of bad advice. And said therapist wasn’t supportive of his friends gender-identity crisis as he was very strict on ‘born a boy is a boy’ kind of thinking.

Now Emile takes in teenagers for free and adults at a lower price then a normal therapist. He doesn’t have a great living space (upstairs from his office don’t tell anyone) but he doesn’t care!

Met Remy as he was one of his patients once. He can tell when someone isn’t human due to their aura’s and nearly fell out of his chair when a FUCKING DRAGON walked in.

After Remy finished his sessions, he still visited occasionally and always remembered his favourite drink (chocolate smoothie with whipped cream and caramel shavings and a chocolate stick or five sticking out- and Remy thought his coffee addiction was bad)

And after not seeing Remy after six months, only to find that he has made friends with a lot of other creatures made him so happy.

Then confused when they all dragged in this fairy therapist into their group. Where Logan asked for the occasional emotional advice (not at ALL related to Remus-), Janus made sure he got a better living space, Remus and Virgil gave him someone to talk to about darker cartoon ideas, Roman (after the 18 times he asked for a magical dress) started making cartoon-stuffs for him, and Patton...

Patton helped him realise that he was still very gay despite the AroAce that he was. He gave him head scritches when stressed, the help he needed trauma-wise, the cartoon marathons with the doggo using his legs as a pillow-

And Patton gave him someone to talk to about all his feelings about his clients (without breaking any rules ofc). And about his old friend and the terrible therapists that he’s met.

He will admit to anyone that he squealed when Janus told him that Patton was pan aroace. Seriously, just ask. He is not ashamed of his excitement of the fact that he has a CHANCE WITH THE CUTE WOLF DAD.

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nessamaurice · 4 years

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Simple Ch. 7 (Loki x F!Reader)

I hope you guys enjoyed the somehow fluffy, easy going start, cuz this is where that part ends. Welcome to my nightmare.

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Summary: Tony and the Avengers are in desperate need of something like a “babysitter” to have an eye on Loki and teach him “how to human”. He decided to stay on Midgard over the dungeons of Asgard as punishment for his deeds in New York. That’s where you swoop in. A simple receptionist at the Avengers compound. You have to share an apartment in the compound with Loki and damn, he’s a really tough nut. With your open and kind character it seems that you are slowly cracking his shell. But suddenly things are getting twists that will change your life and your relationships there irreversibly.

Story rating: M

Chapter trigger warnings: torture, humiliation, death, harming, drugging, angst, panic, captivity, traumatization (if I didn’t add something I didn’t think of, let me know pls)

Words: 3516

The first thing breaking into your consciousness was the hell of a headache. Awfully slowly your mind clicked back into state. It felt like it took hours. The cold from the coarse concrete surface beneath you started to make your skin go numb. That made you realize that you were naked. Completely. Suddenly your brain began to rush. Wide awake you fumbled around since you were in pure darkness. No single spot of light. Not even the little green spot on the bracelet Tony gave you. The moment the hope rose was the moment it died. When it was not working they were not able to locate you. But at least they were not able to take the vibranium bracelet off your arm. You were happy they didn't just chop off your hand. Your body was now on code red. Every sense was fully there to get the situation. You tried so hard to take a deep breath and calm down at least a little bit. Carefully you let your hands slide over the ice cold ground around you. No indication for the size of the room. Only the sounds you made told you it was a big one, though not empty due to the echoing. Warily you stood up and you suppressed a moan as your head answered the movement with a heavy droning.

Touching down your body you confirmed what you felt at first, you weren't wearing a single piece of clothing. Instinctively you covered your sensitive areas with arms and hands and stood there, totally out of concept. Tears came running down your cheeks without you noticing them. You turned your head around in the dark to maybe find any source of light but were disappointed. You heard a far thud from the left side behind you and immediately turned to that direction. Panic rising within you, you carefully stepped backwards, away from that sound, reaching a hand out behind you to feel any obstacles before you would trip and fall over them. The soft patting of your sweaty feet on the crumbly surface was unnaturally loud in your ears. It felt like you were going backwards into the unknown for kilometers. You almost let out a gasp as you finally bumped into some kind of machine behind you. You turned to palpate it but you had no idea of any machines so couldn't identify it. You surrounded the cold, iron giant in front of you and followed its figure. You came to the conclusion you had to be in some sort of factory because the big machine was connected to a conveyor. You wanted to follow the route of the conveyor but only could take like three steps before you bumped again into something. Into someone. You audibly sucked air into your lungs in shock. The fact that the person didn't react at all was not making it better. You turned into the other direction to get away but was stopped mid-movement by another person you ran into. Panic making you drowsy you turned to the side where you assumed was no machine standing, but the same happened. You retreated towards the machine until you felt the cold iron screws and levers poking you in the back. You fumbled to find the start of the conveyor and assumed that there was a gap beneath it and abruptly ducked away and under the conveyor. Your flight instincts kicking in you were ready to run despite the fact you couldn't see one damn thing. You couldn't believe you were right and there actually was space beneath it and were almost on the other side as a strong and rough hand grabbed you by the ankle and dragged you back. You couldn't help but scream and kick in any direction, only hurting yourself as you hit against the props of the conveyor. Your fingers tried to dig into the concrete floor but you only scratched up your nails until they were bleeding. The rough floor almost grated your skin. Another hand pulled you up onto your feet by grabbing your hair. Two more hands took your arms and twisted them behind your back. You were pushed forwards, forced to walk if you didn't want the person holding you to stomp you down. You hissed and screamed questions that were left answered with silence. Your head was violently pulled up and held aside as another injection was thrust into your neck. You felt dizzy and your body turned slightly numb, but did not lose conscious. Your vision changed. You had to blink a few times before your surroundings were enlightened. You realized there never has been any darkness, you were simply blinded. You felt so sick you just wanted to throw up and pass out. You had to cough and retch, pressed your eyes shut, the now bright light stinging in your brain like thin, hot needles. Carefully you opened your eyes as you had your head tilted down and the first thing you saw was your naked and bruised body. Bringing your knees together to cover at least anything you slowly looked up. A tall man stood in front of you, smiling down on you. His gaze wandering over you sent million disgusting shivers down your spine.

"So, you are the long lost Stark child." He had an European accent, German maybe. His smile turned into a grin. "You are not in best shape, I have to admit." He studied every inch of your skin which made you wanting to claw it right off your body. You felt tears dripping off your jawbone. "Luckily your physical state does not matter. At least you woke up, you were unconscious for almost three hours, although it should be just one. I'll have to take a note for further medication." He turned on his heels and addressed to the men holding you, "Bringt sie ins Labor. Wir haben Arbeit zu erledigen."

After you were dragged through lots of doors and corridors you entered a laboratory. It was clean white and looking overly sterile. Persons in white lab coats and protective masks stopped and turned their heads as you were forced into a big chair with movable spots around it, like a dentist's chair. Dozens of unknown eyes watched you getting shackled into the chair. You tried to tilt your pelvis backwards and pressed your knees together as far as possible so you maybe could hide this spot from the curious views since you had to accept that your bare torso was on display. You were strapped into the chair at so many spots that it was almost impossible to move one centimeter. The men that dragged you here left the room and one of the white lab persons approached you. You tried to talk but the former injection had turned your tongue into lead meanwhile. You could do nothing but watch these robotic acting persons work on you. They shaved the left and right side of your head and placed electrodes on the pale skin, only leaving a broad stripe of hair on the middle of your head. Tears dripped on your thighs as you watched our hair softly falling down besides you like in slow motion. They pierced your arm to get a vascular access and stuck more electrodes along your sternum and on the sides of your ribcage. The lab people were extremely careful and cautious not to touch you even slightly more than necessary. They strictly avoided eye contact. Monitors were rolled into the room and connected with the meanwhile numerous cables from your body. Then, all in a sudden, every single person left the room. You sat there, strapped and muted, naked and frightened to death. You were not able to catch one clear thought, your brain swam in a soup of adrenaline and tranquilizers. All you heard was the echo of the words 'the lost Stark child'. You just closed your eyes and tried to stop the world from turning so fast. Your system was almost knocking out when someone grabbed you by your left over hair and pulled your head up. Lazily you blinked at the blinding light. Your eyes could not focus correctly, you saw the shadowy silhouette of a person. Shortly after a cold liquid shot up the veins of your arm everything clicked into place. In front of you sat the man who ordered to bring you here.

"So, Y/N, finally we found you. Took us really long to figure out you actually did not die in the accident. Well, that was what we wanted from the beginning, so it worked out, but we were tricked and couldn't get our hands on you. But luckily, it doesn't matter anymore." He slipped into white rubber gloves. "I'm so sorry to sound stereotypical, but this can go two different ways; an easy one and a hard one. You are free to choose." He turned around to pick a syringe with a purple liquid and added it to the infusion bag connected to your arm. "But first of all, that you are even capable of answering the questions, we will help you remember."

Cold sweat was dripping on your thighs, falling down from your face. Your breathing became shallow as you felt awfully slowly how your surroundings began to blur and you fell into the deep, black void.

Your muscles tensed up to an incredibly painful level as millions of memories rushed over you out of the blue. Things you saw for the first time since you have been 11 years old but could immediately feel the moment again. The atmosphere, the feelings, the voices, the smiles and the tears. Absolutely everything your mind had tried to lock up forever was pulled violently into the blinding light. It was so familiar and so strange at the same time. You saw the beautiful smile of your mother, softly stroking your cheek. The loud and hearty laugh of your father as you said something sassy. The back of the head of your uncle as you sat on his shoulders, running through your garden. He took you off his shoulders to hold you up into the sky, screeching of fun and joy, and as you looked down you looked into the happy face of a young Tony Stark. Uncle Tones. That was too much for your brain and it did the last thing it could do to protect yourself from freaking out; it turned everything off. Tony's face fading in front of your eyes, you felt your whole body turning limp before it all went dark.

Your sleep was dull and dreamless, a blessing for your overstimulated system. You were tugged back to consciousness, everything felt numb. They let you sleep in sitting position and you carefully lifted your head. Your neck should've hurt terribly but you just didn't feel anything. You looked around and saw your captor sitting at one of the desks watching a screen, turning around to you.

"Oh good, you are awake." He rolled over to you on his office chair. The noise of the small plastic wheels was nearly unbearable for your ears. "Hope you had some nice rest, you are not getting any more of it for quite a while now." He tapped on one of the monitors next to you. "I am turning down your painkillers and tranquilizers now. In a few minutes you should feel everything and be able to speak again. Nothing I would look forward to if I were in your situation." He now faced you directly. "My name is Dr. Daniel Fieberbrunn. I am the chief physician of the Hydra facility you are held in recently. I am continuing the mission my father started. He was killed by one of our own soldiers. A real tragedy. The soldier had to get readjusted and the mission was paused. But now, so many years later, I get the honor to revive it since our spies at the compound found out you are the presumed dead child of Marlena Stark. Your parents were killed by one of our soldiers and his mission also included to leave you alive and bring you to us. Why, you may ask. Well, after my father found out Howard Stark had another child, a daughter, he started research on her and her husband. Soon after we eliminated Howard Stark, Tony Stark found out about her. We've been watching you for years already to find out if you were of any use for Hydra. Stark tried very hard to keep his sister and her family dark to protect them. Pathetic. Finally, as you turned 10, my father found evidence of what he was sure. He wanted to obtain you to form you in young years. But it looked like our soldier failed at the mission and you died as well. He went missing for several months before he reappeared at our base out of nowhere. When my father confronted the soldier with his failure he lost temper and killed him. But the soldier was very valuable for Hydra so instead of getting eliminated he got readjusted. I heard it is not much better than getting killed, so I'm satisfied with that. Of course I will not tell you what my father believed to see in you. Not yet." He looked at his watch. "Alright, any second your physical senses should come back to life. I hope I answered enough questions to keep you quiet and cooperating, so we can speed things up. I neither have the empathy nor the patience to deal with a whiny, confused girl. Ah, I see the medication stop shows up."

His lips formed a small smile as you started to feel every bruise, cramped muscle, the sores beneath the shackles. You coughed and retched as you tried to speak.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" Your voice was a mere, husky whisper.

Your opponent rolled his eyes. "As I already said, we want to form you so you will be useful for us. You will help us to finally bring peace and order to the world. If you ask another question I already told you the answer of, I will have to punish you. I don't have time for such chatting."

"I'm not 10 anymore, you cannot form me into anything I don't want to be."

His answer was a loud laugh. "You simply have no idea of what we can do."

"I'm the most regular person you can imagine. Just a simple woman. I'm of no use for you. What should I have that is of interest?"

He sighed and pulled out a scalpel. Before you could react he grabbed your face with an incredibly tight grip and drew a deep cut from your eyebrow across your eyelid to the edge of your malar bone, almost splitting your eyelid in two. You cawed into his ear since your voice was not capable of screaming already. Warm blood ran down your face and dripped onto your thigh, forming a growing puddle between your legs. The sharp pain was so intense, it almost paralyzed you. All you could do was breathe and cry. The blood blurred the vision of your left eye. As you tried to blink the pain peaked to an intolerable rate.

"I told you I'm not gonna tell you what is special about you. Another thing like that and I will blind the other eye. Then I will tear it out of your skull and replace it with an artificial eyeball."

You had no idea what to do. You were in complete and utter distress.

"What do you want from me?" You wheezed.

"At first, tell me everything about the accident. I want accurate answers. You are allowed to take your time. This will be not always the case. Make use of it."

It made your insides twist to only think of cooperating with them but you were so, so scared. You didn't want your eyeball replaced with an artificial one so they probably could survey you for the rest of your life, always seeing everything you would see. You tried to make up a plan to survive as long as possible until you were rescued. Rescued. That word echoed through your mind. You risked a little look at your bracelet. It was still there, firm and tight around your wrist, shining between the dull shackles, but the green gem was dark, like a usual jewelry. You pushed the thought aside that you would stay here for long. Hope was now the only thing that kept you alive. You sent a quick prayer and concentrated on your task.

The accident. You carefully closed your eyes, the pain from your left eye omnipresent in your thoughts. But you were able to recall. You were in the backseat, gazing out of the window as the dark silhouettes of trees flew by. It was at night, you were on the way to somewhere. Where to? You didn't know, Mom and Dad didn't tell you. They were in a hurry to get into the car. They didn't talk with each other, Mom wasn't even singing along the songs on the radio as she usually did. You didn't realized it before, but as you looked out of the window you saw a quick, small silver flashing between the trees just one second before the disaster happened. Mom was screaming, Dad hitting the brakes really hard, but too late. The car bumped over something, you heard a loud bang, the car overturned and slithered grating over the asphalt. You were screaming and crying. Dad didn't move at all. Mom coughed and turned to Dad, pure panic in her eyes. She looked back at you and started crying as she saw you were alive. She wanted to get to you but was ripped out of the car. You screamed high pitched but silenced immediately as you looked outside. You saw a dark person holding tight onto Moms head. His arm shone like silver in the moonlight. The screams of Mom grew louder and louder, you closed your eyes and pressed your hands on your ears. You heard the dull screaming until it abruptly stopped with a muffled, cracking sound. You dared to look again and just saw the metallic arm letting go of Mom, she fell to the ground. He picked her up again and put her back on her seat. Her head tilted to the side, towards you. You couldn't recognize her, you only saw empty staring eyes and blood. He walked around the car and checked on Dad, but didn't do anything with him. Then he stepped back and ripped out your door, tossing it behind like it was nothing. You were completely paralyzed by fear. You simply stared into his face, your whole body trembling. Half of his face was covered by a black mask, you only saw his eyes glancing at you through strands of dark hair. He tore out your safety belt with one easy move and grabbed you by the collar of your coat. He pulled you out of the car and held you in the air easily with his silver arm, eye to eye. You floundered with your feet, every movement hurt so much. You stared into his eyes, glowing brightly blue in the moonlight, filled with rage. You held onto his metallic arm, crying and breathing heavily. The angst causing your lungs to rattle. You managed to wheeze, "What... did you do... to Mom? Where's... Mom? I... I... can't... breathe..." You felt like you were asphyxiating. Automatically you reached into the pocket of your coat. The man immediately violently grabbed your hand and pulled it up again. His hold was so tight, making you scream as you felt your wrist cracking in his grip. He looked down as he heard something hitting the floor. As he saw your asthma inhaler lying there his face changed. He looked back at you again, his eyes wide and brows furrowed. It looked like he would process something. Like he recalled something he forgot. Slowly he put you back on your feet. You fell to the ground, unable to stand since your legs seemed severely injured. Half lying on the street, you reached out to fetch your inhaler and used it as the doctors had shown you as you first got it. Shortly after drawing breath became easier. You sat up and leant against the car. You could do nothing but cry. You whole body hurt. Mom and Dad were gone. You were surrendered to the mercy of their murderer, standing in front of you. You looked up at him, the tears blurring your view. All you managed to mutter was "Please don't kill me. Don't kill me. Please don't." You repeated it all over and over again. He looked at you, completely different expression in his eyes now. If you didn't knew better you would have said it was regret and panic. He knelt down and carefully picked you up. The pain of being moved with all your injuries was too much and you passed out. You thought you heard him say something before all went dark, it sounded like "I'm sorry."

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grell-writes-stuff · 5 years

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OKAY so I wanted to wait until I finished ch 29 to post anything about it but I can’t wait because I very much love where this is going. So. If you’re like me, solving Morgan’s problem might contain Therapy. @fenfaerie‘s proposed solution might involve a long nap/vacation/let’s face it, also therapy. Selena Walton thinks... Very Differently.

Tag List: @fenfaerie @arieswriting

When I regain control of myself, I explode and shove her off of me. I’d shove her out the goddamn door of the Lexus if it wasn’t moving at forty-five miles per hour in a residential zone. She rights herself with this unbelievable nonchalance and straightens out on the road so we don’t veer into an unfortunate parked car or wrap around a pole and die, but that speed stays fixed. I don’t give a shit about death right now. My bugging eyes are locked on her calm figure in a rage.

“What the FUCK?!” I repeat myself when she doesn’t say anything. My brain is running a fucking marathon because she fucking kissed me.

What the fuck?! There aren’t swears strong enough in the English language to match the angry electricity coursing through my veins right now.

“It got you to stop freaking out, didn’t it?” she snaps.

I just… Stop? And…take inventory of myself? My heart is still trying to fight its way out of my chest, but not as painfully as before. Air is reaching my lungs again with breaths that are heavy, but at least oxygen is coming in. I still feel like throwing up, but in a totally different way and for a totally different reason. The darkness at the edges of my vision has dissolved. And I’m so…fucking…confused? This is…insane? Nuts? It straight-up does not compute.

“What are you – a witch?” I demand.

She looks dead at me with an eye-rolling glare, and, frankly, I’m just tempted to remind her to keep her gaze on the fucking road! And to actually put on my seatbelt in case she finally chooses to obey the stop signs – like the one she just blew through – so I don’t hit the windshield.

I think that I can come to the conclusion that Selena neither fears death nor God. Nor me, because after I tear off my tainted lips and cauterize the wounds, I will have to murder her. I don’t care what Kelley says, I’m hitting her. Right in her obnoxious, loud, fanged, glossy mouth.

It’s hard to force myself to calm down since I’ve just been kissed and kidnapped by my worst enemy who never should have passed a driving test. If anything, my anxiety should be skyrocketing. But I just do what I can to block the poisoned Yellowcard lyrics from my head, and stabilize my breathing, and ignore what a reckless driver she is. I wipe the dampness that’s lingered on my cheeks on the back of my hand, and pull my earplugs out even though I’m so tempted to keep them in so I can pretend to ignore her again.

She’s driving with purpose, and I can tell because her eyes are locked forward, both her hands are gripping the steering wheel tight, and she’s disobeying literally every traffic law in the state of California. I don’t know what her mission is, but if she’s bringing me to be committed, I don’t fucking blame her.

“You can play music if you want,” she says in a peaceful way that is such a weird and unexpected contrast to the intensity of her posture and her beady, flaming brown eyes. She takes a second to gesture to the stereo in her pricey car. “It’s Bluetooth.”

I don’t say anything. She doesn’t like my music, and we’d just end up fighting, and there are so many songs I just can’t listen to anymore, and I’m so fucking tired of putting that safe playlist on repeat. I’d rather just stick to nothing.

“So, my favourite Paramore song is Fences–”

“Can you just not?” It doesn’t sound like a question, and I didn’t mean for it to. I don’t care about her, or about Paramore, or about her favourite Paramore song, and I don’t feel like talking right now – especially not to her.

We sit in a silence that stretches, and I don’t know what to think. My mind has turned white. Fifteen minutes later, we’re passing Calabasas, and she’s still holding her position and driving like a maniac, and there’s a twisting sensation in my gut like I’ve been stabbed with a knife and my attacker is just trying to drive it in deeper.

“What are you doing?” I ask her. And it’s not specifically about her driving – it’s just in general. Where is she bringing us, and why did she kidnap me, and why is she clearly going a billion miles over the speed limit so I can’t safely tuck-and-roll away from her?

But I don’t get a response, and she turns into the canyon.

***

The Topanga Canyon spits us out about twenty minutes later, and she follows the rest of the road and gets on the Pacific Coast Highway, which she remains on for all of ten seconds before she finds a near-vacant lot off the right side of the street and pulls into one of the spaces. The sign says it’s for a motel, and I immediately want to kill her.

“Seriously?” I literally have no idea what the hell she thinks we’re going to do here, but all I know is that I do not like it.

“Relax,” she says back, and there’s a hint of a bite in her voice. It’s nowhere near as harsh as I expected it to be though. “They shut down the one across the street at dusk. That’s why I’m parking here.”

Across the street is a beach, the ocean. It’s currently bathed in the twilight with the sun setting in the west and painting warm colours across the sky. She gets out of her car, and I find myself following since I don’t really seem to have other options.

“Go on ahead,” she tells me as she walks around her Lexus and pops the trunk. “I’ll catch up.”

She’s going to take the chance and murder me first before I murder her. At least that’s what it seems like. I also don’t know how she expects me to safely walk to the other side of the fucking highway. There’s not a pedestrian crossing in sight. I just wait around for her to pull a gun or something from her car, and debate whether I’d rather die on the sand or in a motel parking lot. I don’t think it really matters. I’d always figured one of us would end up committing a homicide, so this really isn’t a surprise.

Instead of a potential piece of evidence in her future trial, she grabs a paper bag stamped with the logo of a liquor store and slams her trunk shut. She pushes past me and commands, “Come on.”

I mean, this could still be a murder plot, but at least the cops would know who’s responsible. I follow her up to the edge of the road. She watches for a point where the traffic thins, and then signals for us to go. We stop in the empty turning lane, and do the same with the other two. Just beyond the parking lot that is preparing to shut down – as evidenced by the signs that proclaim as much – is Topanga Beach. There’s a salty breeze blowing off the water, and the waves lazily crash ashore, and I feel my throat go hollow.

Her arm gently bumps my elbow, and I blink away from that split-second trance. She’s walking down the beach, and without a better alternative, I trail her. She only goes a couple paces before she’s apparently decided that we’ve reached a good spot, and then she bluntly says, “Sit.”

So I do, with a little bit of effort, and I try not to worry that sand is probably getting into the boot on my leg, and I wait for two bullets to the back of the head.

It doesn’t come. She places her liquor store bag down in a space between us before she sits on the beach too. We’re sitting together on Topanga Beach at dusk.

“Okay,” I begin, just thoroughly at a loss. “What the fuck is going on right now?”

Look, I wasn’t really waiting to be executed, but this feels like… I don’t know. A date? I still want to vomit.

“You clearly need help.”

I pause, and I wait for her to add something before I debate whether or not I should just leave. Kelley would probably be proud of me for that – walking away instead of verbally telling her that she’s fallen off her rocker and through the floorboards into the basement of her nuthouse. She’s probably right about me needing help, but a half-hour is a long way to drive in order to propose that obvious revelation.

“So,” she begins, and the paper bag crinkles as she opens it. She produces a six pack of green, aluminum cans and plops them down on the sand. “You’re going to drink.”

That is not where I expected her to go with this. There’s a liquor store bag between us, yes, but that didn’t necessarily mean this would happen. It could have contained anything, and, given our entire history of feuding, booze was the last thing I could have imagined coming out of that bag. “Live, venomous viper” or “meat cleaver for amputating fingers” were closer to the top of that list. Have I mentioned that this whole situation has me completely disoriented? Absolutely nothing in the universe makes sense right now.

“Wait, what?”

“You heard me.”

#oh god i've had this scene planned for SO FUCKING LONG #it's the best therapy really #and god knows morgan fucking needs this #selena walton #morgan scott #interlude #wip: interlude #book: interlude #excerpt #writing #its unpolished dont judge me

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Roarin’ 20s

Archive Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16866697

Word Count: 2732

Summary: At Watford's 1920s themed Halloween Party, a few questionable choices are made. There's one unexpected, yet welcomed, result of teenage drinking. (POV Simon)

Carry On Countdown 2018 Day 11: Time

(Bonus art because I had to draw Baz in the pinstripe suit I’d mentioned)

In hindsight, I probably shouldn’t have dressed like Jack from Titanic.

Overall, there’s a number of reasons why. First, I look extremely dressed down compared to everyone else in this vamped-up overplaying for a student-run party. I don’t know how they managed to allow this to happen. Although, I doubt teachers really care to stop the majority of the student population taking over the courtyard and White Chapel for Halloween night. Especially not with the Humdrum off ruining the rest of the Magickal world.

Second, I think I picked the wrong time period, as Penny ended up lecturing me over the moment she saw this getup.

“1909, Simon! Some of the most powerful Mages in the world died on that trip! And that wasn’t even really close to the 20s!”

“Well, why didn’t they just make the boat not sink, then?”

“Because it would’ve revealed too much to the Normals, Simon. Merlin and Morgana, you’d think they’d see the entire ship levitate.”

Despite her tutting, I’m still standing here with straight ironed hair (don’t ask how I got a straight iron) and a half unbuttoned shirt with suspenders and trousers that sort of make me look like a 1800s beggar more than a 1990’s heartthrob. Thank Merlin for whatever kids snuck in the alcohol, because I’m nursing my second drink and I could give less of a fuck about the fact that I’m not really fitting this year’s theme. Instead, I’m thinking about things that I could theoretically do now without being tied down to Agatha.

It’s funny, because she’s in sight right now, seeming more out of place than ever, despite being properly dressed. She’s all set up like a flapper girl, all down to the single-feather headband and frilly bottom of her dress. She looks like a costuming department put that together for her.

I remember watching The Great Gatsby with her one year (she has a thing for DiCaprio), and looking at her now, she looks spot on like Daisy.

Wonder if I’ll have to sit across a pond with her and Baz living a posh life together with a bullshit green light blinking on my dock ‘til I’m finally shot dead.

Now I think of it, maybe I probably picked the wrong DiCaprio to come as...

Penny cuts my pool-death-daydreams short with a nudge of her elbow against my side. She’s got a big fur (“Faux fur! I wouldn’t dare use real fur!”) coat and one of those super smooth hats, which doesn’t quite accommodate her hair, even in a bun. There’s spirals of brown sticking out around the edges.

“How much have you had to drink?” she questions, narrowing her eyebrows at my drink as she adjusts her glasses. I just hold up two fingers, shrugging as I sway to the remixed obscure trap-jazz music. She just squints at me, seeming to try to decide whether or not to scold me before sighing and going to get her own drink.

It’s relatively boring; nothing’s really “happening”; drunk teens and dancing, mostly, until he decides to grace us with his presence.

Of all people, I’ve never known Baz Pitch to go to a student party, and in actual costume nonetheless. But, despite, that, here he is now, and in full getup.

I take back everything I’ve said about him looking like a vampire ever. Tonight, right now, he looks like nothing but an old-school gangster. Head to toe pinstripe tailored outfit, stuffy to the t and all color coordinated. Hell, he’s even got a pocket watch tucked from the part of his waistcoat. Part of me refuses to believe he just had that lying around, but another part of me has full trust that this is something he’s had hidden in his closet that I just haven’t seen and it’s driving me absolutely mad.

His head’s tipped up, his slicked, black hair staying set into place. The nerve of this prick, too; he’s got a cigarette dangling from his upturned lips, eyes shifting from side to side as he makes his way through the crowd of students.

Mind you, I’m using “makes his way” lightly; he’s practically parting a sea. Everyone in the bloody bottom floor of the chapel turns to get an eyeful of this arse. Fucking hell, he even gives a few people one of his long, cold stares just for safekeeping. Once he makes it to me, though, he just scans over me and gives me a bored look before opening his mouth for an expected taunt. “Not surprised you can’t count your years, Snow.”

I try not to step back, keeping my chin high as I keep a leveled eye. “Seems like you never take a second from being a villain, hm?”

His lip curls up into a smirk as he takes the cigarette from his mouth, tapping it onto my feet. “Pity, you’re even worthless in your fantasy dress-ups too. Couldn’t even survive some cold water.” He reaches around me, not breaking eye contact as he grabs one of the drinks. He pops its top, raising an eyebrow to me before coolly strolling off.

I exhale slowly, letting my chest deflate as blood rushes back through my limbs. “Tosser,” I grumble into my drink, taking a long sip as Penny stares at me for a minute.

“What the fuck was that?”

“What was what?” I respond quickly, maybe sounding a bit too defensive. I should finish this drink off.

“What was what?” She blinks at me incredulously, her mouth hanging open before she laughs. “Shit, I thought either of you was about to pounce each other, and I’m not quite sure whether it was to fistfight or to snog.”

I scoff, slamming back the rest of my drink before immediately turning for another. “I am not going to snog Baz,” I say aloud, maybe more for myself. No, wait, no not for myself; I already know I’m not going to snog Baz. Why in the world would I snog Baz?

I don’t dwell on that too long, opening my next drink and starting on it as I push myself into the crowd to dance.

There’s a lot of things I’m no good at, and sadly, dancing’s near the top of that list (next to talking and existing). Right now, though, I don’t care. I’m dancing with someone in the year below who urged me over, so I don’t think I really have to care anymore. The glow of the party lights and the thump of music in my feet drag my thoughts away.

Someone taps my shoulder as I pull myself away, catching my breath. It’s Sophie, a girl from our year, who’s holding a scarf and grinning at me. “Simon..?” She drags, smiling like she’s got some secret to share. Except there’s a scarf in her hands.

“What’s up, Soph?” I ask, leaning against the table. I finished my third drink not too long ago.

She flutters her eyelashes at me, offering the bandanna. “We may be playing seven minutes in heaven and I know you and Agatha broke up, so…”

Am I thinking? No. Absolutely not. I’m grabbing the bandanna, shrugging and saying “Why not?” as I tie it on myself. I don’t even gauge Sophie’s reaction, I just go for it and spread my arms out. “Lead me to my fate.”

I hear her giggle. “Alright,” she says somewhat weirdly (alright, maybe I should’ve thought about this).

Definitely should’ve thought of this, because now she’s pushing me forward, where I bump into people occasionally before I’m walked into what’s definitely a utilities closet, nudging into someone else before the door shuts.

It’s dark as shit. I can’t see anything, but I can definitely feel. I feel the beat of the music outside, I feel the swirling of my brain (if I could see, I’d be looking sideways). I feel the hands of someone against mine, their fingertips brushing against me.

Their breath is soft against the muffled outside of the party, coming out in soft puffs by me.

I sort of instinctively think ‘she’, but I’m not quite sure. The way their breath’s hitting me, I think they’re taller than me (and I don’t know too many tall girls in the school. Granted, there’s roughly three, but still…) They’re definitely drinking too; I can smell it on their breath. Fermented, like cider, but their scent's mixed with something so familiar, so everyday that I can’t even pin it down. It makes me feel like I’m back in my bedroom.

Their hands close around my wrists as I tumble towards them, knees wobbling and heart racing. This was probably a shit idea. I should’ve probably said no, but I can’t care too much right now, and I actually want this right now. My arms grasp out and feel the fabric of a suit. I think my mind might be playing tricks on me now because I’m grabbing the suit jackets and yanking whoever this is closer. The thought of Baz flashes through my brain, but I try to will it away. It’s just a suit jacket; there was plenty of people wearing suits.

Now, I usually think of myself as a straight man. I think. Or, really, I don’t think. I’ve never snogged a bloke before, but the breath near my forehead’s driving me nuts and there’s something in my bloodstream telling me to not think and just go for it.

Who knows, maybe I’m not straight.

I slam my lips forward gracelessly and start kissing and oh, definitely not a girl. My hands rest on the smooth dress shirt and I feel slight muscle over a masculine chest.

He presses back against me, stumbling us back towards the back of the closet wall as his arms drape over my shoulders. I break back, feeling his breath on my face as I open my eyes to still find darkness. I wish I could see. I wish I could know why this feels right. Part of my mind is filling in Baz's features as my fingertips graze the skin of this bloke's face, but I'm nearly sure I'm imagining it. I try not to dwell on why I'd be imagining me kissing Baz, though; his face just sticks in my mind.

While my hand presses to his cheek, I find that he’s still got his blindfold on. I leave it, a little too scared to cross that intimacy line (suppose I’ll find out before he does, when the door opens for us again).

There’s not much of a pause, though, because he’s going at it again, snogging the breath out of me as his hands travel. They push aside the fabric of my mostly undone shirt, straining the bottom few buttons. Long, bony hands trailing against my skin and flattening against my chest. Without hesitation, I press forward, hands pushing into his hair and kissing him with every ounce I can really give right now.

This feels right. This feels so, inexplicably right. I push my hands into his hair, letting myself grip it lightly. Soft, slightly gelled down strands running through my fingers as I urge his head closer. This even smells right; he smells so comforting; like a candle I’ve had burning next to me for years. He tastes lightly of cigarettes, and he’s much cooler than Agatha ever was, but it doesn’t matter. He’s all I want right now.

A hand cups his jaw while the other stays locked in his hair, tugging at the strands and urging him onwards.

Neither of us tread anywhere below the belt. Seems too risky, too stupid. I’ve been drinking too much (who knows how much he’s had) and it’s not worth being that stupid. Fuck it, if it works out well, we won’t really stop after this. I don’t fancy myself as a romantic, but I also don’t fancy myself as someone to snog the life out of someone just to leave them.

As our lips part, his resting against my jawline, there’s a rattling knock to the door, giving us a few seconds to break apart before it swing open. The soft, changing lights of the party filtering into the small room and gives everything a harsh glow.

And there he is. Alll six feet (give or take) of him; slicked back hair, pinstripe suit, cheekbones to kill.

Tyrannus Basilton fucking Grimm-Pitch.

I stand slack-jawed, leaning against the wall we’d just been up against as he slowly lifts his blindfold off, staring at me with an expression I don’t think I’ve ever seen on him; guilt, and maybe a little fear.

He’s not angry, though. He’s nowhere near angry, but in the falter of his stone-cold persona lies this scared teen that looks away the moment we lock eyes. Before I can even form a coherent word, he’s pushing past whoever’s holding the door.

By the time I gather my thoughts to follow him, he’s mostly nudged out of the room and ends up slamming the doors open to the courtyard.

It’s frigid when I get there. Most people migrated to pack into the Chapel, but Baz isn’t interested in mingling. He’s going in whatever direction the crowd’s not, making me push through clusters of people as I shout his name.

It takes a solid distance for us to stop, hanging at least five yards apart from each other as he whips around, staring at me with wet cheeks. I feel my magick bubble and spill, working as an almost fog between us; I want him closer. I want to know what he’s thinking.

I can only really figure out one thing to ask right now.

“Did you know it was me?”

His jaw sets, arms crossing defensively over his chest as he stiffens. “Of course I did.” His voice cracks mid sentence. “I always know its you; I can feel your magick from a mile away.”

“Then why didn’t you stop?”

He huffs, laughing so bittersweet that I step forward on impulse. I want something that I’m not even sure about. “You’re so fucking thick, Snow,” he grumbles.

“You could’ve stopped me, Baz. I--we--”

He just stares silently as his arms drop, exposing his chest and his heart; exposing more of himself to me than I could’ve ever imagined. He’s so vulnerable, so weak. It's like he wants me to do something. Kiss him or kill him, he looks like he’d stop neither.

“That felt right,” I say, heart hammering in my chest. What the fuck did I drink? “That felt really really right, Baz.” Cross that, I don't think it's anything I drank.

“Don’t say anything you don’t mean, Snow.”

I swallow, eyes locked on his as I exhale slowly, trying to keep myself steady. “A lot of things don’t make sense to me,” I start, deserving me a cocked brow. I close my eyes, trying to continue. “There’s a lot that I’m clueless on, and there’s a lot that I just ignore, but Baz, that’s something that felt right. And I don’t really know every word I’m saying right now, and I don’t drink a lot so I’m feeling a little fucked up, but I’m still absolutely sure that that was right.”

As I speak, the ground in front of me crunches in a slow, hesitant manner. It stops just short of where I'm standing, the sound of Baz’s breath and the smell of home clinging to him as he stands. I dare myself to open my eyes, taking a moment to look up to him and swallowing any type of pride I’ve got left.

His cheeks are still streaked, jaw clenched shut, but lip quivering in the slightest. “Say that again,” he whispers after a minute, his hands stuck to his sides. I reach out, looping my fingers around his as I stare up.

“This was right.”

He lets out a shaky breath, looking down to me and taking what feels like an eternity to hold my hand back. “You need to get to bed and sleep this off.”

“I’m not going to sleep off feelings,” I huff.

“I know,” he utters back, causing my breath to catch as his hand lifts and pushes a stand of my straightened hair behind my ear. He leans in halfway, waiting for me to react as he whispers “Can’t sleep off mine either.”

Without hesitation, I close the distance.

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Icecream on Sundays

College Reddie// not established relationship// roommates// Rated M for intense make outs and sexual references// SPOILER ALERT FOR HEATHERS MOVIE

Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak have been living together for around a year now. In senior year they ended up deciding on the same college so they figured being each other’s room mate was better than being with a stranger.

// When Richie first brought the idea up to Eddie, they were in his room reading comic books. “Eds I think we should be room mates when we get to college”, Richie said out of no where, and Eddie threw him a confused look. Richie went on to reason, “I mean who knows what kind of weirdos could end up rooming with you otherwise?”. Eddie snorted and nudged his side into Richies side, “I know exactly the kind of weirdo that I’m gonna room with”, he looked in Richies eyes “you”. Richie smiled wide and wrapped his arm around Eddies shoulder, “Aw hell yes Eds! You aren’t gonna regret it”. Eddie turned red and laughed softly, smiling, “I feel like I already am”. //

As they moved in and began school, the two of them started in routines. Eddie always got to shower in the morning and Richie did at night. Eddie made both of them breakfast as long as Richie would do the dishes after. If either one of them left at night, they would leave notes for each tier saying where they went and when they would get back. On Saturday mornings they would always go grocery shopping, at the mini mart of course. And, every Sunday night, they would get snacks and watch a movie together.

This particular Sunday it was Eddies turn to pick the movie as Richie had picked it last time, choosing Transformers 2 much to Eddies distaste. He reasoned the special effects were what made it good and as Richie was a film major he “cared about that kind of thing”. This week Eddie decided to go for Heathers. The two were sitting on the couch, icecream bowls in their hands and Eddie was queuing it up on Netflix. “EuGh Eds we have seen that movie so many times”, Richie huffed out, honestly he didn’t mind though because both JD and Veronica were hot as fuck and made his bisexual brain do flips. “What! It’s a good movie with an important message”, Eddie shot back. Richie looked at him with raised eyebrows, “Mhm and I’m sure it doesn’t help that you think JD is”, Richie then wiggled his eyebrows, “SpiCy”. Eddie bumped his shoulder, “so what! I like bad boys okay!”. Richie snorted, “Eddie, he’s not a bad boy he’s a cold blooded murderer”, he then leaned in close to Eddies ear, “I mean, unless that’s what you’re also into, I can kill a man too ya know”. Richies whispered voice sent shivers down Eddies spine, god damnit. Richie had been doing shit like that all the time lately, always teasing him about them being together. And sure Eddie kind of enticed it with his own comments but sometimes it got too much for him to handle. Sometimes it made Eddie think, he might actually like Richie?? But now wasn’t the time for that, so Eddie shoved him away and shouted, “Ew, Gross!” And as usually Richie pretended to be dramatically wounded.

As the movie began to play, Eddie sang along to the introduction; “When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother, what will I be? Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?..”. Richie looked at him fondly when he did that, Eddie was cutest when he sang along to songs he liked because he would always get this bright look in his eyes. God what a beautiful boy. “How do you think they got Veronica buried under all that grass?”, Richie inquired with icecream in his mouth. “I don’t know Richie, I don’t think this movie is really going for realism”, Eddie looked back at him. He had peanut butter on his cheek, Richie always insisted putting peanut butter in his vanilla icecream, gross. But kinda cute too.......Shit.

Right around the time Heather Chandler screamed corn nuts, Richie had gotten bored. It was a good movie yes, but after you’ve seen it ten times in a year it starts to loose its charm. Richie looked over at Eddie, his face lit up by the bright screen amoungst the fading light from outside their window. Eddies eyelashes always looked long, but it was the most noticeable from his profile. God, those pretty lashes and that angel nose could kill a man. Richies eyes moved down to Eddies mouth and, fuck. Eddies lips were glossy with icecream residue, they were also puffy from the coldness of the treat. A small drop of melted icecream fell down from the corner of his mouth and Eddies tongue went to lick it up. Everything felt like slow motion. Shit that looks kind of like. God no Richie no not right now, Richie turned to face the screen again.

Right around the time Veronica had made the call to the football players, Eddie realized Richie kept looking at him. He’d look back, only to find Richies head snapping away back to the screen. What was he up to? But as it happened more often, Eddie could see from the corner of his eye that Richie was looking at his lips. Eddie took another spoonful of icecream and, Oh. That’s what Richie was looking at. Eddie looked down at the cold white treat in his hands, and there was quiet a lot left. Richie had gotten a whole pint each for both of them and while Richie finished his quickly, Eddie had barely made a dent. Eddie brought another spoonful up to his lips, this time slowly dragging the spoon out of his mouth. He could feel Richie shift on the couch. He felt like he was in control in a weird way, and in an even weirder way, it was kind of hot. Now Eddie upped his game, this time swirling his tongue around the spoon. The next spoonful he made sure to leave a good amount left on his lips so he could slide his tongue across them. And the next time, he “accidentally” dropped some on his shirt. Now Eddie was never one to make messes, but this time it was kind of fun. Eddie huffed to make himself seem frustrated and began to suck on the fabric where it had dripped. He mouthed at it and gave it small licks with his tongue. He could feel the intense heat of Richies stare burning into him. He liked to know he did in fact make Richie feel some kind of way and this thing was not one sided. And it was not one sided by a long shot.

Richie wouldn’t take it anymore and grabbed Eddies shoulder. “Eds”. Eddie looked back up at him, as innocent as could be, “yea rich?”. Richie stared him down intensely, searching for something. Eddie looked back, daring. “Can I have some of your Icecream?”.... what? That was not what Eddie was expecting at all. “Uh, sure Rich”, he went to grab the pint but Richie grabbed his sleeve again. “No”, Richie felt incoherent at this point, trying to fight through his lust, “Wan taste now”. Richie dove in for a kiss and Eddie shivered. It was intense and full force, no warning at all. Eddie melted into it, his eyes closing and letting out a soft moan as Richie licked into his mouth. Eddie wrapped his arms around Richie and moved them up and down. He wanted to feel every single inch of him. One of Richies hands snaked down the the waistband of Eddies shorts and slowly began to slide under. Richie grabbed his bare ass and kneeded it with his palm. Eddie moaned louder, allowing Richie access farther into his mouth. The kiss became even more passionate and Eddies entire body became red hot with burning desire. Richie pushed Eddie down into the couch, now having both hands on the smaller boys bare ass. Eddie grabbed at every part he could, his fingernails raked up and down Richies back, one hand making its way up to Richies neck to pull at the small hairs. Richie groaned and drew back for one second, “please do that again oh god please please please”, he blubbered out. Eddie got a handful of hair this time and pulled harder, Richie had to take his mouth of Eddies as his became breathless. “Fuck”, Eddie whispered “you’re so hot went you’re turned on”. Richie looked down at him again, “oh yea?”. He smiled into Eddies neck and began to kiss him hard. “Mmhm, yea”, Richie sucked at his Adam’s apple. “So”, Eddie was breathless, “h,happy you got that icecream”. Richie laughed into the crook of Eddies neck, “me too Eds”. “Mmm”, Eddie pushed Richie up and off him. Richie looked worried but Eddie came crashing down on top of him. Eddie mouthed at Richies neck, “Wan make you feel good too rich”. Richie breathed out, “holy fuck”. Eds bent down near Richies painfully hard crotch, Richie began to say something but Eddie interrupted, “no I’m not doin that, not tonight atleast”. Eddie kisses Richies hip bones instead and lifted up his shirt so he could see his exposed stomach in the light of the tv screen. Eddie looked down and raked his eyes across Richies body. He was so beautiful. Richie had always been lanky, his ribs slightly exposed from leaning back, and Eddie loved it. Richie got paranoid from Eddies silence. “Sorry im not much to look at”, Richie laughed out. Eddie looked up at him confused, “are you kidding me? God I could stare at this for days, take a picture and frame it even”. Richie awkwardly laughed, “okay whatever you say”. Eddie could hear the doubt in Richies voice and it aches. Eddie kissed Richies jaw and then neck. “Think you’re beautiful rich”, he laid his head on Richies chest, “always have”. “Ohoh yea?” Richie grinned down at him with a goofy smile. “Yea”, Eddie sighed softly and played with Richies chest hair. “Sorry, that was kind of a mood killer thing for me to say huh”, Richie laughed a little solemnly. “It’s alright”, Eddie held him tight, “that’s about as far as I wanted to go tonight anyways”, he smiled up at Richie.

Eddie laid on Richie as the rest of the movie played. Eddie loved the way the bare skin of Richies chest felt against his cheek. When the movie ended Richie whispered, “Hey Eds?”. Eddie looked up through sleepy eyes , “mhm?”. “Do this um”, Richies voice seemed a bit scared, “did this mean anything to you? Cuz it meant a lot to me and I just want to be on the same page because I’ve loved you for a while now and you are my everything and I just think you’re so magical ya know and”-. Eddie cut him off with a quick kiss. “This meant everything to me Rich”, he smiled at him softly. Richie looked at Eddie almost tearful, “Eddie kaspbrak, will you be my boyfriend?”.

“I thought you’d never ask”. And after a quick kiss, the two fell asleep.

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Billy.. u are not the father.. those words were the beginning of the down spiral.

after we got the results, Billy obviously stopped seeing T. But his mom continued to be a huge part of his life all the way up to about 3 years ago. Because I had county insurance for T they put a hunt out for his biological father, and after putting it all together, Mr. Vasectomy, was not with a vasectomy. In fact after they found him we had to go to this arbitrational hearing to set up child support. He showed up with some lady and another baby.. I told him he should sue the drs. and he rambled something about his house burning down and having all the proof in it... proof... u have 2 kids within 6 months of each other, think that's all the proof needed... I found out a lot more too... like that son that was 4, was really like 10, and he was never married to his sons mom he was married though to a different lady who had 2 kids... so jesus, seriously never ever ever hook up with someone u don't no... Mr. Vasectomy has never met T.. I have seen him a few times over the past 15 years for different court things regarding child support.. but never for visitation.. he never wanted it and I definetly wasn't looking to share.. not with that.. So its just me and T.. living at my parents..

well technically by this time was when the move happened.. the house that we had lived in since I was 8 had finally forclosed on and we were out.. my brother had joined the marines, so it was my parents, my sisters, who now were 15 and 13, and T and me. and we found this actually bigger house to rent.. so were off..

oh that job I had at the electronic repair distriburor.. shortly after the paternity test results I lost that job.. Didn't make a very comfortable working environment anymore for certain people... I didn't blame his family for being upset.. but I didn't do it intentionally... I really really thought he was the dad.. it is what it is.. the whole “my boss and his wife swinging with my parents” thing didn't really help the job situation either when the boss and his wife were getting a divorce over the situation with my parents... so there went that job... I did spring back really quick tho and with some help from Billys mom got a job with an insurance company. A really good job.. so some shit happened but I'm on the right track.. right??

the next few years of my life I can make no excuse for.. I can sit back and try to psycho analyze myself and say well I didn't no how to be a mom, I was raising him on my own, I was young blah blah theres no excuse.. I basically turned into my parents..

I some how always get drawn to the partiers, that's been my life.. those are my people.. except all I wanted to do was party. I absolutely hated living at my parents.. looking back though I don't no what I was thinking.. it doesn't seem like I ever had a future plan..

shortly after we moved to what we call the chamberlin house.. I met this guy on line.. ya we moved up to AIM now.. he was 30 and lived with his parents.. he worked when I first met him, but something about he would take affedra to work out, some energy enhancer that later actually I think became illegal.. but it supposibly made him have anxiety issues and he had to quit his job.. so I thought to myself.. this would be a perfect guy to move in with.. Me and T would move in with him and his mom and step dad in their manufactured fancy double wide. mother f-er these people were goofy... His mom I guess was a real nut job in the 60s and suffered from a lot of depression so they gave her shock treatments.. the lady would just sit on the couch all day and pop pills, and try to smoke a cigerrette without dropping it because her hands would shake so badly. His step dad looked like tweedle dumb and had one of those whistle lisps.. I ran into these people a few years ago and found out that they found a bunch of my underware shoved in his drawers after I moved out.. and then there was his real dad who would ride his lawn mower over to visit. He was majorly stroked out and you could barely understand him when he talked. the guy used to be some huge pot grower tho in the 80s and it made him go nuts.. could be what happened to the mom.. ya so good idea.. make it clear tho, me and this guy never dated.. he couldn't do that.. I could stay at his house with my kid, spend money on him, go to different clubs and stuff all the time.. whatever it only lasted a month or so, then my aunt in California calls me.. “Gwassy, I know life is crazy... come to cali”

ok so the aunt in cali.. remember the lady my uncle married with the kid that wasn't so nice to me.. ya.. well when I was 16 they moved to California.. and he was grown now, he didn't live with them... California huh? why the hell not?

I'm 20.. this could be a great life changer!!! so I get my tax return, decide to take Mr. Affedra with me, cause hopefully he can get some help there, and didn't really want to travel alone.. we pack up my car say our goodbyes and in 3 days I made it to California. got there.. couldn't find a job.. couldn't get Mr. Affedra to get a job.. couldn't get Mr. Affedra to do anything but be a whiny bitch.. so money ran out, patience ran out.. and after about 6 months i made it home in 32 hours. just in time for my 21st birthday and move back into the Chamberlin house.

my 21st birthday is a day i probably never will forget .. none of my birthdays have been spectacular.. when i was 16 we spent the day in the er cause my dad cut his finger off.... this time I'm in the ER with my nana... it was the night before my birthday.. she calls me around 11 at night, says that she cant get ahold of my parents and she thinks she needs to go to the emergency room.. that she was cleaning her ears with a qtip and theres blood on it and shes worried.. so i wake my sister up to be with T, and keep trying to get ahold of my parents at the bar while i go get nana.. so i get her take her to the er and my sisters must of gotten ahold of my parents because they arrived at the same time. and my aunts shortly after. We get her inside.. and the blood on the qtip is no big deal.. she just scraped her ear.. but the real problem was that she kept forgetting where she would park her car, who she was talking to.. and when they did the scans of her ear it all made sense when they saw the tumors on her brain. The drs. told us this and also about more spots that they found on her lungs. i sunk to the ground and looked at the clock ... it was a little after 12 and someone stupidly said hey gwassy its ur birthday.. not the right timing.. she was admitted and they told us she only had months left.. i went through this cancer stuff before with my papa, her husband, he passed when i was 10.. it obviously was a lot different then.. to me i remember sitting with him in his chair one night and accidently bumping his ribs with my elbow and it bringing him to tears, and then it seemed like a few days later there he was in a hospital bed in my grandmas family room and nurses were coming around the clock to take care of him.. he went really quick.. well from what i know, they made have not told us till they needed to.. but i immediately remember feeling the greef i felt when i lost my papa. that guy was the only person who ever was close to a father figure, who ever stood up to my dad for us, losing him was awful, and now Nana, i hadn't lost many people in between, no one close to me anyways.. i didn't take this news that well..

but what else do you do on your 21st birthday??? you go out and pick up Mr. Affedra and his best friend that your now dating and you go out to dinner and get drunk. Then when your driving you get in an argument, wreck your car and get punched in the face by Mr. Affedra.. then he throws a temper tantrum cause he cant help acting this way so you drive him home never to see him again.. and u go to bed.. no? well that's how i spent my 21st birthday..

#teen mom #paternity #california #cancer

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