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husband!Rio x f!black!OC ( Toni - no relation to Miss Braxton.)
Word count: 3.2k
Content warning: 18+, smut out the ass, riding, fingering, p in v, creampie, use of the word cock sorry oops, baby-making boogie, doubts about marriage, doubts about kids, fluff, Rio being in love, lot of switching between his names, allusion to food play if you squint hard enough (?). lmk if I missed any.
A/N: this was orginally for... someone else iykyk mind your business, but I switched last minute. Also I gave Rio a middle name lol
(Not my gif, found off Pinterest. but FUCK ME he looks good)
They'd been married for four years. They enjoyed their marital life, going on various trips, spending their money all willy-nilly since it was just the two of them, having parties at their house every holiday but something was missing. At least for Toni. She always wanted to be a mother, children invaded her heart and soul her whole life. Her sisters had children that she loved to babysit, she was even in the delivery room a few times. She'd become a teacher for the sole purpose of spending her days with young ones, making a difference in their lives and loving them wholeheartedly as much as she could.
But it seemed like Rio wasn't in the same boat. Which was stupid because they made sure to have this discussion before they got married and he was on board one hundred percent, Toni wanted to make her husband a father, she wanted to see him cradle a little blanket in his arms, she wanted to see him snuggling next to the chubbiest cheeks and she wanted to see his face light up at their first word but, again, he seemed to not want it for himself.
It was frustrating.
She'd let the four years pass, it was a good time window, they had time to get their lives together and buy a house, fully furnish it, settle into a decent neighbourhood and buy an SUV to fit the little family they dreamed of.
Toni even made sure to let him know when she was ovulating, the perfect opportunity to try and make a child, but he'd shrivel up and disappear when she brought it up. Then she'd spend her nights quietly doubting his interest in kids, his interest in her.
They hadn't spoken in four days, the aftermath of their first real argument, the vibes in the house were heavy and sometimes a bit awkward. She even started staying late at work to avoid him even longer.
They weren't all that selfish, they still said good morning and good night but that was about it. Little to her knowledge it was killing Rio. He hated the silent treatment from her, she was his girl they talked all the time, this had been the best relationship he'd ever been in, he didn't want to fuck it up but it felt like he already did.
He tried sneaking his way back into her heart by leaving little love notes, cooking her favourite meals and turning on her favourite shows in hopes she'd join him on the couch but all he got was the cold shoulder and he understood. He fucked up big time.
"I'm ovulating." She stated plainly. Rio just blinked and shrugged. She groaned. "Christopher, I can't do this anymore, I'm dropping hints that I want to start trying and you... you ignore me."
"I'm not ready."
"When will you be? Because I am."
He chuckled nervously. "Come on, Toni, we cannot be parents. We'll fuck it up."
The look on her face sent his heart into the pit of his stomach, her eyes glossy with tears coming in, and a harsh; "Fuck you, Christopher!" To follow suit. It stung hearing those words, if she ever said them it was more so in a playful manner but this time she had rage, anger behind her words and rightfully so. But tonight he was determined to make amends, he could not keep living like this.
It was Friday, and Toni decided she'd come home a little earlier. Rio sat up quickly at the sound of her car door slamming and the keys on her keychain jingling as she sifted for the house key. The door opened and he tried his best to keep his cool. "Hi, darlin." He greeted.
"Hey." She said in the most monotone voice he'd ever heard. "Hungry?" He asked. "Nah, I'm cool."
Toni slipped off her shoes and crept up the stairs to their room, she placed her purse on a chair nearby and sighed, just ready to shower and lay down for the rest of the weekend. She walked past their bathroom intending to head to her Vanity but a red spot on the floor caught her eye, and then another... and another. But they weren't spots, they were rose petals, a trail of them leading up to the tub that was already filled with water, the smell of her lavender bath bomb invading her senses. On the counter were a few lit candles and her little speaker so she could play music.
She swallowed her smile and headed back to the room to collect her clothes for the night. Meanwhile, Rio was finishing the final touches on his persuasive dinner downstairs. He made Macaroni just the way she taught him, some rice and chicken, even topped it off with a red velvet cake... okay so he bought the cake but it was the thought that counted right?
He set up the table for both of them to eat together, he set up the forks and knives on the table with a small vase of her favourite flower, pink Dahlia's. His palms were suddenly sweaty, tonight was make or break. If he didn't fix things tonight he had no idea where they would stand after.
Almost an hour later, Toni decided she'd close the distance between them only because she was hungry. Her feet pressed against the carpeted stairs as she descended onto the main floor, the living room was empty, Rio left whatever he was watching on pause. Her head whipped over to the kitchen smelling a lovely fragrance, she followed the trail and stopped in her tracks at the opening to the kitchen. She watched as Rio scrambled to plate their food, she tilted her head and smiled lightly, her eyes slowly forming into hearts. Oh, how she loved him.
"Do you want help?" She asked making her presence known, Rio shook his head. "Just sit and be pretty." She giggled. "I have no problem doing that."
She sat around the table, her eyes landing on the Dahlia's, her smile widened. "You got these for me?"
"Of course," He replied walking with two plates in his hand like a waiter, he put hers down first and then his. "Any drink requests?" He asked. She motioned her finger in a 'come here' motion, his eyebrows knitting with confusion but following her non-verbal instruction, she cupped his face pulling him even closer until their lips, moulding into one. She'd been wanting to kiss him for days, she didn't know if she could ever hold a grudge this long again.
The kiss was quick, just a little show of appreciation. She could see a light shade of pink take over his cheekbones. "Do we have any wine?"
"Went and got two new bottles." He says matter of factly. Toni pecked his lips again before sending him off for her drink. He grabbed two wine glasses and the bottle. "You're going to drink wine?" She asked in utter confusion. He couldn't stand wine, his famous line was 'I don't know how you drink this shit.'
He shrugged sitting down. "I can drink wine."
"Christopher... baby you hate wine."
"I can learn to like it."
She knew he was doing everything to soften her up, but the look on his face when he took a first sip was priceless. "Go and get a beer, leave me and my wine alone." He chuckled and quickly grabbed a bottle from the fridge.
The two sat and actually conversed for the first time in four days. It was nice. They talked without missing a beat, he was making her smile and laugh, she told him about the kids at work and the twinkle in her eye at the smallest mention of them was beautiful. She truly loved her students, they made her day every day with the silly stuff they'd say to her. He was in love with how motherly she could be toward everyone, how forgiving she was of anyone and especially of him. He didn't deserve her and he'd made it known numerous times and in the same amount she'd reassured him that he was just for her.
In the middle of her ramble, she noticed the way he was staring at her and suddenly she became shy. "What?" She asked. "I love you, mama."
"I love you too, Christopher."
He shook his head vigorously. "No, I love you more than you could ever imagine, Toni. And I am so so sorry for what I said."
She sighed. "It's okay."
"No, it's not okay. You will be an amazing mom to our kids and I couldn't picture anyone else having them, shit I couldn't even picture having a family until you came, it wasn't in the cards for me." He confessed. "My whole life has changed and I'm forever grateful for it. I want it to keep changing."
She tugged on her bottom lip, trying her best to swallow her tears. "When I saw how my words affected you, baby, my heart broke. I never want to be the reason you're sad. Never. I've missed you these few days. I need you back. I'm sorry."
Toni was speechless, her lips parted to say something but how do you respond to the sweetest apology ever?
Her eyes darted between his pretty brown ones, she stood up and walked over to him, swinging her leg over his she planted herself comfortably on his lap. His hands instantly rested on her hips. She didn't say anything, just leaned down and kissed him and he could swear that on her lips he could taste his past, his present and his future and she was there for every step, for every second. He wouldn't dare say such foolishness to her again.
Toni could feel a little poke through his sweats, she quietly moaned into his mouth, his hands exploring her warm chestnut skin under her shirt, his fingers trickling down her back. His lips moved to her chin and down to her neck to the spot he knew oh so well, his facial hair tickling her skin only adding to the sensation and a ray of goosebumps formed on her skin. "Christopher...mmm." Was all she could mutter, her hips involuntarily moving back and forth desperately searching for friction to soothe the aching of her clit. He got the message though, firmly splaying his hands under her ample ass, he stood up and she wrapped her legs around him.
He was halfway out of the kitchen when he realized; "Wait, I got you a red velvet cake."
Toni laughed, and she kissed his forehead, god he was so cute. "Boy, forget the cake. Take me upstairs and you can eat a different cake."
Rio raised his eyebrows, didn't have to tell him twice. "That's why I married yo ass girl."
She gladly hung off of him while he carried her up the stairs and once they made it to the room he dropped her on the bed, her sweet laughter filled the room. He settled between her legs, peppering her with kisses and affection. "I can't wait to see you, walking around here with a little belly, carrying around our love." He twitched at the thought and she noticed. A small surprised look on her face. "Is the thought of me pregnant... turning you on?"
"No." He quickly denied it. "Christopher Javier Martínez, yes it does." She teased reaching in between them to cup his hardening erection. "Mm, so you want to fill me up? Hm?" Her voice was so smooth and silky yet seductive, her lips pressing against his only for a moment. "You want to see me carrying your baby around? How swollen and plump my breasts are gonna get? Practically spilling over my tops."
"Toni." He groaned. She giggled but her taunting was cut short when he reached into her (well, his) boxers, his fingers teasing her slit, her wetness coating him. Her back arched as he quickly dipped his fingers inside her heat and back out. "Stop playin' with me." She moaned. "Why?"
Her shirt slid up her torso and past her breasts exposing her erect nipples, his mouth quickly latching onto one, his tongue swirling around her pretty brown areolas, so delicious. His free hand massaged her other one, his thumb and index fingers playing with her nipple. Her back arched and her legs squirm under him.
"Christopher, baby, please." She whined. He chuckled and something about was kind of sinister like his intent was to tease her all night until she begged for what she wanted. He popped her nipple out of his mouth, planting a kiss on it before moving on to the next, his hips grinding into hers pressing his clothed cock on her needy clit. "Yes... oh, I need more, please." She gasped.
He kissed between the valley of her breasts, down her torso and finally reaching his destination above the band of her underwear, he tugs them off in almost a hungry manner, his mouth attaching to her pussy like a magnet. His tongue going to work on her clit, his thumb caressing the rest of her slit. Toni's entire body shivered, her legs slowly closing around his head, he used his free hand to smack her inner thigh, she squealed and spread them out, holding the under of her thighs for support.
Her eyes glided to the back of her head, she squirmed, her back arching just a little bit. "Oh... y-yeah." Her toes cracked while pleasure coursed through her veins. Rio hummed against her sensitive nub, his own hips losing themselves as he hunched against the mattress with neediness. Her thighs trembled as they partially rested on his shoulders. She moaned and whined, whimpered and croaked as he devoured her existence.
"fuck, baby, I'm so close." She warned with her jaw slacked as the hairs on her arm stood, her body stiffened, her nails scratched at his scalp with appreciation and love as he carried her through the tantalizing loops of her orgasm.
She was dripping down his beard and he smiled against her thigh, his teeth gently biting on the flesh. "Oh!... Mr. Martinez." She giggled. He kissed his way back up her body, his lips landing on her chin. "I'm so glad I married you." She hummed running her nails over his skin. "Hm, I love you, ma." He cooed pressing a kiss to her nose. Rio slid off his sweats and boxers, dick sliding between her soaking folds. Her hand reached between them wrapping her fingers around his well-sized shaft.
Their lips connect as she guides him inside her soft walls. She gasped and softly moaned as he eased his way in until she was stuffed. Toni wrapped her legs around his waist. "You good?" Just checking. She nodded, too full to speak. His lips occupied her neck, her mind in the clouds as he fucked her stupid. Mutters and mumbles of "fuck me! Yes!" Or "right there!" As he skillfully worked his hips. He held her close, his face buried in the curve of her neck. His thrusts were hard and slow, he was making her feel every inch, every bit of stretch he provided.
Her high creeping its way into her bones, her moans became louder as he consistently tapped against her g-spot. There was no way he was about to make her nut again in such a short amount of time. He could feel her juicy walls contracting around him, hugging him so tight. "You're so wet for me, huh, my pretty baby?"
Toni's jaw slacked while he talked to her, nibbling on her ear. "So fucking wet, can feel it dripping down my balls, fuck."
She whined. "I can't- shit! shit! ooooh!"
He chuckles as he pulls out, regrettably at that. Toni cried out, her climax so close yet so far. Rio fell onto the bed, slapping her thigh he said, "Get on top."
She sucked her teeth, in no mood to be on top, still irritated from being denied her needs. Rio pinched her and she yelped. "Ow! You dick!" She laughed slapping his arm. "Hurry up and get on this dick." He urged pulling her arm to help her over. She swung her leg across his body, perching herself on his lap like earlier. His dick resting perfectly against one of her cheeks. She looked down at him and he was so fucking pretty. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, her eyes landing on that notorious Eagle tattoo on his throat then down over the rest that he had scattered on his body, she moaned at that alone.
She leaned forward, raising her hips and skillfully lining him up with her entrance, no hands needed. She watched as his rosy lips parted slightly and a small crease in between his eyebrows formed when they came together. "Fuuuuck." He dragged out feeling his dick be re-enveloped in her velvety walls. Toni moved her hips back and forth with one goal in mind, to get herself off. She used her knees as leverage to lift her hips up and back down, her ass jiggling when colliding with his thighs. With her lip between her teeth, her head tossed back she got to work on him.
Rio's hands gladly squeezed at her sides, her moans filling the room once again. "You're so fucking pretty on top of me, mama." He encouraged, but he truly meant it, she looked like a fucking angel. "Oh god, oh god... fuck yes, Rio!" He felt himself twitch, his wife rarely called him by his street name, she only did it when she wanted to tease him, loved to do it when they were around others.
He groaned spanking her. She smiled, a hazy look in her eyes. "What's my name, mama?"
Toni cried out, her head falling forward as she bounced out her orgasm. "Fu-fuuuck, Rio!"
"Squeezing this dick so fuckin' tight, come on..." He sat up hooking his arm around her waist, his tongue darting out to the underside of her breast, tasting the saltiness of her sweat. Toni sang out his name, her back arched and her eyes rolled. He grabbed her hips and guided her up and down, her body going limp. "Shit! Oh... Toni, I'm comin' baby." He growled through gritted teeth, he pressed his forehead against her sternum and she softly smiled feeling his warm seed spread inside her. "Fuck... that feels so good." She giggled, she was cock drunk. He kissed her glistening skin.
They stayed like that for a moment, she kissed the top of his head, her hands on his shoulders as she slowly pushed him onto his back again, she climbed off of him and sighed in satisfaction. "You want something to drink?" He asked, she shook her head. "Nah, you gotta hydrate ma. I'm making sure I put a baby in you tonight." He laughed lightly smacking her thigh. Her cheeks warmed as a smile fell onto her face.
She watched as Rio, naked and all, left the room to go downstairs. "Bring the cake too!"Toni shouted, he could just hear the smirk in her voice.
"You are so nasty!" He yelled back.
"You love it though!"
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weighing scale
tw: eating disorder (purging, not eating), bodyshaming, ed shaming
btw, if it's requested, i can turn drabbles into full oneshots!!!!!!!!!!!!!
you guys are beautiful the way you are, and nothing anybody ever says or does will ever change that. remember that gaining weight is totally normal, and you can always lose weight, too, but please, do it in a healthy way. if you ever need anyone to talk to, and this isn't just for eds, i'm here, and you can reach out. if not, there are people who care about you and love you.
you're amazing you beautiful mfs
(also i'm sorry if this might not be correct for you, everyone has different experiences with eds)
(also, also, i did 1st person ... and this is just the way i thought when i was going thru this so i kinda made it relate w/ me??)
100.
98.
96.
she watched as the numbers went down, satisfied despite the fact that it was only one pound less yesterday.
90.
88.
even if it meant that she'd always be cold, or that her hair would fall out. it was a small price to pay to be beautiful. to be skinny. to be like all the other girls that peter liked.
y/n kept telling herself that. and it was enough to keep her going.
{four weeks prior}
(first person)
they had little packets for us to take home, like forms. something along the lines of "annual health check-up." the form was just... well, it wasn't a form, really, but more of an opt-out. the paper said they'd just check weight, height, and some other things, like make sure you didn't have scoliosis.
honestly?
i was just happy to be missing a good chunk of math.
everyone got called down to the gym by period, and mine was 5th period, right before lunch.
our class was waiting for them to call us down, so mr. callen just let us do whatever until then. i glanced over to see liz, kayla, and chloe in the corner of the classroom, giggling and pointing towards some of the boys, and eventually, mr. callen.
he was one of the youngest members on faculty, fresh out of college. and i'll admit, he's not bad looking. in fact, he's hotter than most of the guys. and if it wasn't peter that had my heart, maybe i'd think about someone else.
not that the whole peter thing was going great anyways, he seemed interested in liz. so maybe that was my hint to move on. but i don't know. i've just liked him forever, it'd feel wrong to stop now.
i'm just really loyal, i guess.
or maybe this is some weird first love/crush thing, because no matter what, i keep finding myself coming back to him.
it took me second to realize that i'd been staring at the same spot for a while now, so i probably looked funny. i re-adjusted my position and looked at the clock, noting there there was just a few minutes until we'd have to go down.
i looked by at the girls, then at the teacher. did they not realize that he had an engagement ring on? or where they just dense?
because honestly, i'm having a hard time figuring out which one it is.
liz pushed chloe over to the desk, giggling like a manic.
chloe bit her lip, trying to hold in laughter. "hiiii, cal. you know, like, cupid's day is coming?"
me, personally, i didn't really believe in the whole dumb blonde thing, but chloe was changing my aspect on this.
cupid's day was on valentine's day, and you could pay a dollar to have a rose delivered to someone. normally, the freshmen girls did most of the planning. freshmen girls were annoying. they were always together, and i didn't remember a time i'd seen one alone.
i didn't get any on my first year here. last year i got three. but it didn't really count, because mj got me one and betty did. i was hoping that i'd figure out who the third person was, but three weeks into that investigation, i kinda gave up. if they hadn't revealed themselves to me at that point, i'd figured that they probably wouldn't.
maybe junior year will go better.
if you were popular popular, you got at least seven, so it was kind of embarrasing to only get one. and it was probably even more embarrasing to only have, like, one friend. which was betty. but she hadn't hung around me that often since she started dating ned.
mj was an observer, and i knew that much. it was probably the only reason she got me a rose, because she felt bad. but then again, anyone could see how pathetic it was.
peter and i used to be pretty close, but then he met ned, so the attention he gave me got halved.
i would have tried to be friends with ned, because i know he's really nice, but i stressed out too much about it for some reason and gave up. social anxiety, perhaps? it didn't matter, it was too late to do anything about it now.
after that, peter started hanging around liz and some of the other popular kids, and entirely forgot about me.
did forget about ned, though. maybe beacuse i was a girl, and so peter got called "gay" a lot for that. i didn't have much of a chance compared to liz, so i just admired him from afar. it's not that we didn't talk, because we did sometimes, but... actually, i don't know what.
if peter wanted to, he would have.
and it's fairly obvious, but i'm delusional and chose to ignore that.
the intercom snapped me out of whatever zoning out i'd gone back to, "block d, block d. i-is this on? oh, it is? i- yes, block d down to the gym."
everyone got up and pushed their way out the door, i didn't have that type of energy, so i just waited for everyone to get their butts outta the way and then went myself. i followed them down to the hall, staying behind a little. when i finally got over there, i ended up last, right behind chloe, kayla, then liz.
for the most part, it only took a minute or two for each person, so the line didn't take that long.
well, i suppose that's subjective.
it took 15 minutes, but whatever.
when liz was inside, she didn't take care to close the door all the way, leaving it a couple inches open. that's on her.
that's on her for being irresponsible, so it's not really my fault if i accidently hear. i leaned in a little, suddenly very interested in the wall, with all it's cracks... and... paint, and...
"and step on the scale, please... that is," she paused, and you could hear scribbling of a pen.
"121.3 pounds. perfectly healthy. that's actually the average weight for girls your age," another pause, "make sure to give this form to your parents. have a nice day."
liz said something in return and i stepped back, done admiring the wall. "next!" the lady called in.
i stepped inside the room, and it smelt strongly of hand-sanitizer. "okay, honey, step up against the wall... height is... alrightly. now the scale, please."
i did as she asked, keeping my eyes trained on the numbers.
149.7 pounds. basically 150. that was more than liz's, right?
"149, okay, you're good to go-"
"is that around average weight?" i asked, and it was impulsive, i didn't even think.
"well, it's somewhere around that. you're perfectly healthy."
the intercom came on again, signaling my time was over, and the lady thought the same thing, because she ushered me out.
as i walked back to the classroom, i couldn't help but think;
149? no, 150? around average? so basically, i was above average. 30 pounds heavier than liz? no wonder peter likes liz better.
god, that's disgusting. i'm disgusting.
i trudged back to class, unable to stop thinking about it. and suddenly, an idea popped into my mind; why not lose weight? if i lost a little, maybe peter would care about me again.
that's genius. god, i'm a genius.
yeah. i lose a little weight.
when i got back, he'd already started the lesson, not that i cared. i spent the rest of that class figuring out the kinks, like how many calories i'm allowed to eat per day.
i settled on 800.
it seemed like a decent number if i wanted to actually make an impact with weight loss.
stupid kale smoothies weren't gonna get me anywhere, nor idiotic influencer workout routines.
before i knew it, the bell rung and kids were hustling through the hallways. i was kind of on autopilot as i walked to lunch, not really watching where i was going. i'd by mistake shouldered some people, and they gave me dirty looks. i shot them right back.
i couldn't help but silently, in my mind, judge everyone's body that i saw. and not just their body, but other physical features, too. it was automatic, i didn't even mean to. but i couldn't help it.
she's really fat. the gym exists for a reason.
how is she so skinny? i know she's anorexic.
and it just went on and on.
i didn't know what was going on. why this mattered to me all of a sudden.
it was like i didn't notice these things before, i wasn't looking for them, but now that i knew they were there, i couldn't help it.
i couldn't help a lot of things.
when i walked into the lunchroom, i saw peter sitting by himself, writing on some piece of paper, and if i knew him, he wasn't doing the homework due tomorrow.
he was doing yesterday's.
it didn't seem like i'd be bothering him if i went to go talk to him, so that's what i did. i figured since we hadn't talked in while, it would be great to now.
and it'd be a great distraction, too.
i sat down across from him, "hi, peter."
he looked up slowly, a smile rising on his face. "uh, hey, y/n/n," peter paused, "what, um, what did you need?"
"huh? oh, i didn't need anything. just thought i'd come by and annoy the hell out of you."
"just like old times," peter snorted.
"math homework?"
"yep. i have math-"
"-next period," i realized my mistake after i made it. "um, 'cause i see you when i'm walking to class."
in repsonse, he nodded like he was considering it.
i didn't notice i was hungry until my stomach growled, but something inside of me made the thought of getting food and eating it repulsive. i hesitated before grabbing on of peter's fries and popping it in my mouth. he didn't say anything, or really even care, and i didn't know if i liked that or not.
"okay. you have chem next, yeah?"
i blushed at the fact he knew.
"uh, yep," i snagged some more fries, feeling myself loosen up.
and then i realized, that's what this was; i was just in need of some time with actual people who weren't my parents.
i liked this. i liked talking to peter. it was easy. this was easy.
we laughed about some other things, like flash's new donkey haircut.
and i stole more fries. ned, betty, and mj (who normally sat two seats away) came over. the topic of cupid's day came up.
"how many do you think you'll get?" betty asked.
i looked up, "roses?"
"uh-huh."
ned spoke up, "you won't need to worry, bet, i'll get you a whole bouquet." he looked proud of himself.
"i'm not worried," she giggled, like the lovesick fool she was. it was gross. and yes i admit, it was slightly because i was jealous, but whatever. betty didn't have to act so idiotic and desperate.
betty's skinny, too.
"what about you, y/n?" peter said, locking eyes with me.
"i dunno. i never really get any."
something changed in peter's expression, but as soon as it was there, it was gone.
i took another fry. they were really good, for some reason.
"fattie," peter laughed, pulling his lunch tray back, "and then you complain about not getting roses!"
that caused a round of laughs in the small group, but my heart dropped to my feet.
i was right. i was overweight. even peter noticed.
freaking peter noticed.
god, i was ugly and fat, and even peter saw that.
of course he liked liz. he'd be crazy not to. she was curvy and skinny and petite and pretty and skinny.
she was skinny.
i didn't have her hourglass figure.
never did i ever want out of my own skin more.
"y/n?" pete frowned. "i-i'm sorry, it was a joke, i didn't-"
"no, no, not that. i, uh, i... forgot i was supposed to meet with a teacher. sorry. i have to go."
i didn't go to any teachers.
i did go to the bathroom.
and i hid in the handicapped stall. i didn't cry, or sob, or weep or whatever it was stupid girls did in hallmark movies or stuff.
i stood in front of the mirror and picked out everything i hated, making a mental list in my head.
i didn't finish that list, not even after 30 minutes when the bell rung.
-
the rest of the day flew by rather quickly, it seemed. i felt like i was trapped in a warm haze, but not the fuzzy, happy warmth. i didn't like the way i was thinking. it's like i wanted my brain to turn off, these intruding, ugly thoughts were taking up too much room.
i felt icky.
when i got home, i didn't have my normal after-school snack like i usually did. i went straight upstairs and did homework.
i finished two essays (one that wasn't due until two weeks, and one that was due two days from now), my math homework and studied for my math test, started my science project, and did my french flashcards (and studied them a bit).
i must have been locked in my room for hours, because by the time i got up, it was dark outside.
i wasn't a studious person, and the only reason i did any of this was to forget for a little while. to snap out of it. and for a while, it worked.
"y/n, honey!" my mom screamed from downstairs, and as i glanced at the clock, i realized it was time to have dinner.
but i wasn't hungry.
well, i was.
let me rephrase that; i didn't want to eat.
however, i didn't want my mother yelling at me, so i went down anyways. not that i was planning to eat.
"mom?"
"oh, hey. i already set the table, you seemed like you were working hard and i didn't wanna bother you. dad's working late. go sit down-"
"not hungry."
she frowned. "well, you have to eat something."
"but i'm not hungry," i said, hating how sharply it came out.
my mom gave me warning look. "look, i've had a long day, so don't start with me."
"mommmm," i whined.
"sit."
so i did. i felt bad about bothering her.
i ate. small, tentative bites, forcing it all down. we didn't talk.
silently, i put my dish in the sink, before heading upstairs. the food sat at the bottom of my stomach, like a pile of heavy rocks. i wanted them out.
so i turned on the shower and locked the bathroom door, kneeling in front of the toilet. i pressed my fingers to the back of my throat and kept them there for a second. at first, all i got was bile.
but then i threw up.
-
peter and i started talking more again. i think he got in a fight with liz.
i asked him if they were dating, and he said no.
i think he started hanging out with me again because i got skinny. i know for a fact that i'm skinnier than liz. i weigh less then her now.
the numbers told me that.
but i didn't listen.
i didn't stop, and how could i? when i'd gotten this far?
-
we got in a fight. not the yelling kind, though. well, kind of. i yelled a bit.
i thought he was complimenting me. he said i looked skinny, so i thanked him.
"no... i-" he paused, trying to get his thoughts together, "you look skinny, yes, but not in a good way."
"what? what do you mean? like, there's only a good way," i laughed, slightly nervous.
peter ingnored that. "have you been eating enough, angel?" his voice was soft, but there was worry in it. why was he worried? this is the best i've ever been.
"do you ask liz that, too?"
"i- what?"
"liz is skinny. you don't ask her that."
"that- that is different. y-you haven't been eating, have you? is-"
"god, parker! stop! it's none of your business!" maybe if i hadn't been so flustered, i'd have come up with a better comeback.
-
i was hunched over the toilet, but nothing was coming out. everything hurt.
my head. my stomach.
my throat was scratchy and raw.
i didn't hear the knocking on the door.
i don't really remember peter coming in. i thought i locked it. what was he doing at my house? i couldn't remember.
i wanted to sleep.
i think i was crying. i don't know. i only vaguely remember the hot tears.
i slightly remember him pulling me away from the toilet and into his arms. there were lots of holes in my memory for that day.
he stayed with me, though. one thing i'm sure about is that peter never left my side. i can recall bright lights. tubes. i was laying on something. white walls. white sheets.
what was engraved into my head was peter whispering "i love you" over and over again. in the bathroom. in the car. was it a car? as they hooked me up to cables.
all that mattered, though, was that i was skinny now. just the thought made me feel light and airy.
to think that all it took was a little motivation and a weighing scale.
#reader discretion advised#tw ed#tom holland x reader#spiderman#tom holland#peter parker#peter parker x you
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Synovus: A Wishing Star
[Canonically, this takes place before ‘Call Me Menace’ - which is why there’s a notable lack of Alexandria and Minerva in this segment. This was requested by an Anon, with the prompt of Synovus being asked for by a Make a Wish child, through the Make a Wish foundation.]
[Trigger warnings for childhood cancer, descriptions of illness and hospitals, and discussions of suicide. Reference is also made to the possibility of substance abuse. Unlike most of my writing, for this, I cannot promise you will find this ending happy.]
“Your name came up today,” Rosie called up to you, laboriously walking laps around the cafeteria.
“Of course it did.” You replied laconically, keeping a careful eye on her progress from a perch in the rafters. Your shadows were ready to catch and steady her if she stumbled, though you both pretended you were too occupied with your knitting. “I am an incredibly interesting person. On a completely unrelated note, tell Dr. Grouch that he will receive payment shortly.”
That wasn’t an epithet, ‘Dr. Grouch.’ It was genuinely the man’s name. Dr. Jeremy Grouch, a pediatric cancer specialist, who had the good fortune of being the best choice for you to kidnap when Rosie had finally told you why she’d been half-joking about retirement. He was no longer your ‘guest,’ having returned to the mainland full time a few weeks prior, but he still communicated with Rosie quite often.
A bark of laughter had Rosie pausing, out of breath, to brace herself against the wall. She turned to rest her back against it, but since she didn’t sit, you didn’t jump down to see if she was alright. Even if you had stopped knitting.
“Not for the money.” Rosie assured you, when she had caught her breath enough to reply without wheezing. “He thinks you’re more than generous.”
“Dr. Grouch could stand to live up to his name a bit more.” You tsk’ed, “I kidnapped him, forced him to work for me. He didn’t even haggle.”
Not that this would have done him much good in the beginning. Historically, you did not respond well to threats or extortion. But you did respect a good hustle, and you were fairly certain that Dr. Grouch had been aware he could’ve pushed for more of a reward once Rosie was declared in remission. He hadn’t taken the opportunity.
“He isn’t hurting for wealth.” Rosie pointed out. The sardonic note to her voice had made you smile. You and your minions were in the business of exploiting greed and committing evils, but that did not make any of you less inclined to judge others for anything less than your own morality demanded. And that often included each other.
But Rosie’s tone shifted, becoming something lighter, “He said one of his patients asked to meet you.”
“What?”
“One of his patients wants to meet you.” Rosie repeated patiently. “Wished for it, even.”
You forced your tone to remain light, glad you were up in the rafters where she couldn’t see your body language. “Well, there’s a rarity. How many people ever say ‘I wish to meet Synovus?’”
Rosie sighed. “Usually just people who want to kill you.”
“Are we certain that isn’t what the child wants? I’m assuming it’s a child, adults usually know better.” You picked up another stitch, fumbled it, did it again. This time it stuck.
It wasn’t the idea of a child trying to kill you that had you so… disoriented. You’d been responsible for the deaths of a lot of parents over the years - you wouldn’t be surprised if there had been hundreds of vendettas sworn against you, or all villain kind, or even the heroes who had failed to stop you, over the years. But kids - children - you had a soft spot for.
You remembered too clearly what it was like to be young, sheltered, and out of control of your life. It was debatable, some days, how much of that still applied to you in some way or another.
“I’d bet on the kid.” Rosie remarked.
“I-“ You twirled one knitting needle, intending to point it at her, and snagged it in the trailing end of your yarn instead. It didn’t matter, because she couldn’t see you. “- take offense on the child’s behalf that you would doubt them.”
“Oh yeah?” Rosie perked up, “Offended enough to defend their honor in person?”
Frowning, you set down your knitting again. “What are you asking me here, Rosie?”
“I want to know if you’ll honor the kid’s Wish.”
There was something in the way she said it that gave you pause. You mulled it over.
“When you say ‘wish,’ you don’t just mean a general expressed desire, do you.”
It wasn’t much of a question, but Rosie answered anyway, “Nope. I mean the Wish. Apparently they hadn’t wanted to say anything, because they didn’t think anyone would let them, but they were talking to Dr. Grouch, and asked where he’d been -“
You groaned. You’d been assured of his adherence to HIPAA, but hadn’t pushed too hard on the ‘never tell anyone where you’ve been, ever, on pain of excruciatingly over described death’ angle. Maybe you should’ve.
“- yeah, I know, but apparently he only told the kid and asked them to keep it a secret, and the kid ‘lit up like it was Christmas.’” Rosie relayed this information, complete with air quotes, without moving from the wall.
To avoid thinking about the idea of being anyone’s last, true Wish - the big W, the heart’s desire, the crown of a bucket list - you instead thought about how Rosie had trapped you. You couldn’t just disappear because then she’d be alone, and could still collapse. You couldn’t call her physical therapy completed for the day yet either, because she hadn’t finished this lap.
Evil, your minions. Absolutely evil.
You sighed, sure Rosie would feel it, even if she couldn’t hear it at this distance. “Very well.” You conceded, morose. “When are we meeting this little miscreant?”
—-
Hospitals were not easy for you to break into. Not when you were in costume, at least. You could get terrifyingly far in a white coat with a coffee cup and a clipboard, but that came down to timing and confidence and an aura of ‘fuck off, I am incredibly busy’ that you’ve always felt most doctors cultivated on purpose.
That didn’t really work when you were in all black with a cape and a helmet. And this was a children’s cancer ward, so it wasn’t like you could just wait till everyone went home. Windows didn’t open up here either.
So you’d had Dr. Grouch let you in from the helipad on the roof.
“You’ve taken the precautions I requested?” He asked, as you paused outside of the ward itself. “Fully clean, as you would have for Ms. Rosie? You will not touch anything you do not have to, and will call for assistance if she seems overwrought?”
“Yes, Dr. Grouch.” You replied, accepting another antiseptic wipe for your gloves. “I am here to answer a summons. That is all. I swear that your charge will not come to harm from me.”
You did not point out he had been the one to arrange this meeting. His face made a strange expression, as though he were surprised, and surprised at being surprised, and a bit disappointed in himself for that sequence of events. Still, he recovered quickly.
“At least I do not have to remind you to wear a mask.” He granted, in an attempt at levity. Luckily for you both, you didn’t actually need to reply, because he was already triggering the ward doors for you to enter.
While Grouch moved to the ward station, motioning to calm the various staff on duty, you moved with purpose for the room you’d been directed to earlier. Grouch was telling the staff that he’d found someone willing to stand in for you, as a way of reassuring them. You weren’t sure they’d buy it, but it really wasn’t your problem for the moment.
You moved quietly. You weren’t sure whether or which other rooms were occupied, and you didn’t intend to scare anyone who hadn’t requested to see you tonight. For that same reason, you double checked the number on the door you opened, and lifted it faintly on its hinges, that it would open smoothly and as silently as you could make it.
The room beyond was dim, if not completely dark. The corridor behind you was also dimmed for the night cycle, trying to give the ward’s occupants a chance at sleeping, though the ward station was still well-illuminated. You made sure its light wouldn’t give you a halo or shadow as you entered, and quietly shut the door behind yourself.
You aren’t familiar enough with hospitals to say whether this room is average or not. Tiled floors, the bed that is also a gurney, sparse furniture, windows on the far wall. There are signs of life here, in the form of some decaying flowers on the dresser, with several cards propped around their vase where the bed’s occupant can see. A television is mounted near the ceiling on an extendable arm, but it’s off for now.
There’s a few sources of dim light - the distant aura of the streetlights casts the bars supporting the windows on the wall across from the bed. A floor light illuminates the tile enough to show any potential tripping hazards. The odd blinking light on the medical equipment provides a dash of color to the gloom.
And in the bed, there is a lump curled on its side, as far as the IV line and monitors will allow it, blankets pulled tight over the shoulder and tucked near the chin. Dr. Grouch told you some basics about the patient before you reached this floor, so you know who you are supposed to be meeting. You feel bad for waking her, but you’ve been assured she doesn’t sleep well anyway, and is likely awake. Judging by the faint rustling of a body’s small movements, that judgement was accurate.
You are reminded of Dr. Grouch’s planned lie, out in the hall. You do not want this child to think they are being tricked. So you stay where you are, in the deeper shadow of the door-well, and you summon your shadows to life.
The window frame shadows make an excellent trellis for your branching additions - they stretch out, forming words in deeper darkness than the natural shadow from which they are woven. If you are mistaken, if this is the wrong room, if the girl sleeps, you won’t have disturbed them.
But you see the streetlight illuminate the planes of a too-sharp face as it turns to focus bleary eyes on what you’ve written.
Hello, Loralai.
At fourteen years old, Loralai should still have the roundness of youth. She does not. Nor is she quite skeletal, despite the advanced nature of her illness. It almost seems, in the half light, as though a slight push would be all that was necessary to send her in either direction: back to the hale softness of health, or further on to the sharp stillness of death.
She blinks. Her eyes widen, then narrow, then widen again. You belatedly wonder if perhaps she needs glasses. Or what if she’s dyslexic? Your shadow-words are hardly the easiest things to read. Damn it, Synovus, now is not the time for posturing and-
“Synovus?” Asks a breathless, whispering voice.
“In the flesh.” You reply, because you are a melodramatic moron. Still, your voice is quiet, and you remain unmoving.
There’s some more rustling. The bed is already mostly elevated, so Loralai doesn’t need to try and sit up so much as readjust how she’s sitting. There’s a click of a lamp - and then there’s a real light source in the room, even if it’s dulled by the lampshade.
You step forward as Loralai rubs the spots from her vision with one hand. There’s an IV catheter taped to the back of it from some recent event, the bruising around it just beginning to ripen. You don’t remember what that might mean, if anything.
As she gets her vision back and examines you, you turn your helmet, pretending to survey the room. Eyes bright with curiosity flick from the helmet to the cape to the patterns of padding over your torso. She does not seem scared, but then, why would she be? Dr. Grouch had informed you she was well aware her case was terminal. You may be a specter of death to some people, but this child has already started staring down the real thing.
“You are Loralai Weber?” You ask, turning back to face her directly.
She nods, leaning back against her pillows. You can see exhaustion on every line of her too-young face, but it seems not to have any power over her at the moment. “Yes. I didn’t think you’d actually come to see me.”
You gesture aimlessly, “I am not often asked for.” You reply candidly. “You’ve piqued my interest. And.. one could say I was in the neighborhood.”
Loralai’s expression brightens, “Are you going to attack the hospital?”
You frown. The prospect seems to excite her. Still, you keep your voice casual, noncommittal, “Not tonight, at least.”
“Damn.” Loralai sounds disappointed now. You muffle your amusement at her cursing as she continues, “Any time soon, maybe? Like, in the next week?”
She can’t see you raise your brows, so you tilt your head to one side, “You sound almost hopeful, Ms. Weber. Why could that be?”
Loralai averts her gaze for a moment, plucking slowly at the top blanket of her bed. This is the moment of truth, really. You spent hours trying to figure out what you might be asked for:
Could you kill someone for her? A doctor, a nurse, another patient who was really annoying? Or could you attack the hospital, so she could help you wreak havoc, and have the chance to feel as powerful as a Villain? Alternatively, what if she were the one to stop you? You were dreading the deathbed request that you ‘turn good,’ but that doesn’t seem to be forthcoming. Maybe she simply wishes to witness a hero battle up close, and needs you to initiate it. Or-
“I want you to kill me.”
You freeze. Most of you, anyway, as your stomach seems to have left out the ground floor entrance. You had not anticipated this. You feel like you should have.
Remorseless for your shock, Loralai continues, managing to look directly at your helmet face as her words spill over each other, “I know I’m dying, and that I don’t have long left, but I’ve been dying for months, and I just feel worse and worse every day, and I - I want to die fast, not slow. I want it to be over. You - you could make it quick for me, couldn’t you?”
You have not been inclined towards religion for a very long time. Yet, in this moment, you see the appeal of dropping to your knees and offering a fervent prayer of gratitude to whoever or whatever might be listening that you gave Dr. Grouch your word in the hall. You do not want to answer Loralai’s question, or know what your answer would be. You refuse to acknowledge the burgeoning answer within you.
The horror of it all still threatens to overwhelm you. The shadows in the room thicken, automatically reaching for you to provide shelter from unfortunate truths and uncomfortable conversation. This is why she asked for you. Because you are evil. Because you are terrible enough to meet a child face to face and kill them at their own request. Because you are not beholden to law, morality, or sympathy.
The black pit of despair yawns, and it is only by the barest shred of your willpower that you stay out of it - as awful as you feel in this moment, as much as you know you have only delayed your own suffering, the fact remains: you are not the one dying here.
It does not matter how you feel, looking at someone younger than you were when you finally found freedom, and knowing they will never reach the same age, the same feeling. It does not matter how you feel about their request. Loralai Weber sits in a hospital bed, terminal at 14 years old, and she is suffering badly enough to seek the Scourge of the West Coast.
So you scrape yourself together, and move to the end of her bed.
“May I sit?”
Loralai nods, brow still furrowed, and shuffles her feet so you can avoid accidentally sitting on them. You perch there, partially leaning on the rail at the foot of the bed, and watch her for a long moment.
“Yes.” You say, finally. “I could make your death swift. There is little you could do to stop me.”
You have Loralai’s undivided attention. When you stop speaking, she waits. The clearer it becomes that you will not say more, the further her face falls. “Could.” She says tonelessly. “But won’t.”
“No.” You confirm quietly. “I will not.”
“Why?” Loralai cries. She tries to gesture to herself, to the room that she’s in. “You’ve killed so many people! What’s one more to you? Why not me? Is it - do you want me to suffer, is that it? Would this be too merciful for you?”
You let her yell, and gesture, even when she comes within several inches of you. “No, Loralai. I do not want you to suffer. But nor do I think this would be an act of mercy.” You avoid addressing the issue of your body count.
Loralai looks offended and confused, gaping at you for a moment. “Does this look like a life worth living?” She demands.
Your answer is without hesitation, “Yes.”
The girl’s face contorts with incredulity, then despair, then anger. Her eyes are increasingly red-rimmed, and there’s a wet quality to her wavering voice when she responds, “Fuck you.”
Grimly, you brace yourself for much worse before the night is over. She hasn’t ordered you out yet, so you have to attempt to explain. Even if you cannot give her what she wants, you can be an outlet for her anger, and the face she cannot show to her doctors.
“There are cards on the dresser.” You point out.
“Classmates I’ve never even met.” Loralai responds flatly.
“Flowers, too.”
“Another parent bought some for the whole floor after their kid bit it. It’s a pity gift to make them feel better, nothing to do with me.”
“You still have family.”
“So they should get the honor and joy of watching me die? Paying a fortune for every extra hour I sit here and wait for it to be my turn?”
“It is worth it, to them.” You explain, matter-of-fact. “Every penny. Every extra shift. Every loan. Every night on your fold-out couch. How did you convince your mother not to be here tonight?”
Loralai flinches. “She has a bad back.” She mutters, “She - it’s better for her to be home, in a real bed. And so what if it’s worth it to them? What if it’s not worth it to me? Can’t I choose how and when I die?”
You sigh, “If that were true, the world would be full of immortals. And suicides. You realize that is what you asked of me, yes? An assisted suicide?”
Loralai draws back at the word, but doesn’t deny it. “It’s not like it would be anything new for you.”
The truth of that statement is painful. For a moment, you hear a distant ringing with no physical source. You are acutely aware of the shadows in this room - their patterns under the bed, on the wall, the sky behind the window, in the spaces under your skin-
“I am not your tool.” You rasp, before remembering that Loralai couldn’t possibly know about your past. She is a teenager. A hurt one. They always have a gift for striking true, even when they lash out blindly.
You take a deep breath, and suppress the shadows again. You don’t want to know how far up your arms they reached before you regained your senses. “And I will not be baited into killing you either. You are right - I’ve killed. Plenty. I will again. But I do so for my own reasons, and not because someone asks me to. You asked for me by name, Ms. Weber, out of all of the villains on the West Coast, so I’m guessing you know that.”
Loralai opens her mouth to respond - then looks away.
“You have every right to be angry.” You continue into the silence, “With me, with the people around you. With the doctors and nurses for how often they check in and the poking and prodding they do. With the kitchen for the quality of the hospital food. With your parents for not sparing you this life, or being overbearing in their concern, or not being able to balance what it is you really need.”
You pause. Loralai doesn’t respond. You continue, “I would be angry. I would be furious with every car that passed by and honked its horn, because I’m stuck up here dying, and they only care about the stupid traffic. And I would be even more angry about the fact I can’t tell anyone that without becoming the bad guy, who can’t take their situation with grace.”
“But you won’t kill me.” Loralai says finally, “Before I do something I regret. Or become a husk of myself.”
This time, it’s your turn to remain silent. Loralai turns to look at you, even if she can’t find your eyes in the mask. She’s crying now, but so far managing to hold off actual sobs, “Why can’t I be selfish? Just once?”
You offer her your hands, and aren’t surprised or offended when she doesn’t take them.
“You should be selfish.” You tell her, and the ferocity in your voice takes her aback. “You should be as selfish and greedy as you can. You should seize every moment - every conversation with your parents, every breath of conditioned air, every chance you get to actually smile. Even if you only get one more of those, Loralai, it’s one more than you would get if I did what you’ve asked. Dying isn’t selfish. It isn’t selfless either. It just is, the same way taxes are due and commercials always take too long and the drivers outside your window have road rage. It’ll happen whether you want it to or not. Don’t lean into it.”
Converse to your own advice, you lean towards Loralai, adding, “Kick the bastard in the balls.”
On reflex, she gives you a confused, watery half-smile.
“Yes!” You cry, as though this is a great victory. “Just like that! Rip and tear your joy from the universe.”
That wins you a snort - though the amusement doesn’t last.
“I’m not strong enough to do that.” Loralai deflects, turning a hand over in your general direction. “I’m not like you. I can’t literally steal happiness from - banks, or whatever it is you rob.”
“Banks.” You admit, “Though usually their corporate offices instead of the average buildings. Irrelevant, however: how many of my fights do you actually see me win?”
Loralai frowned. “Uh….”
You don’t leave her hanging long, “It depends on your definition of ‘victory’ really - but if I count it like the heroes do, where a victory is when I have my opponent in my custody, I haven’t won a single fight in over ten years. My track record is abysmal.”
(This is not strictly true - but it does count for your fights with heroes. Interpersonal villain matters you handle rarely make the news.)
“So, what, you’re bad at your job?” Loralai says bluntly, sarcasm tingeing her voice.
“I’m fantastic at my job.” You can’t help the rebuttal, it’s too much in your nature. “Because even if I don’t take down the hero who comes after me - and let’s face it, they’ll keep sending them endlessly, it’s exhausting - I still do what I set out to do. Sometimes that’s steal something. Kill someone. Make a scene. On bad days, just get out and away. And if you use that metric, well, darling, my track record is spectacular.”
Loralai considers this for a moment, staring into the middle distance between you. It’s impossible to figure out what she’s actually thinking of.
“Your metaphors suck.”
Well okay then. “My metaphors are elegant contrivances -“ You give up when Loralai gives you a look, and sigh instead.
Still, what you’ve said seems to have made some difference. Loralai has stopped crying, and she doesn’t feel as.. raw, as before. You hope it’s the right kind of difference, and that you haven’t just chased her further into a shell. You wait for her to break the silence again.
“So you think I should live, for the people around me?” She challenges, indicating the flowers and cards. You both know that’s only a fragment of your argument, but you’re willing to play ball.
“Nope.” You reply succinctly. “I think you should live for you and your own experiences. However, I think you are currently in a position where you have to see your joys in others before you can see them for yourself. If they anchor you, use it.”
She’s staring at you now, expression unreadable. “And you think that will get better.”
You almost answer ‘yes’ - but you know that isn’t quite what she’s asking. There’s a second half to that statement that is a question, left unspoken: ‘will it get better before I die?’
And for all of your lies, you answer her honestly. “I don’t know.”
Loralai nods. You want to clarify, to explain that even a chance is a chance worth taking. You want to give her some of your own rage at the world, the defiance that makes it possible to simply refuse to die. The conviction that let you kill a god.
No, maybe not that. You’re not sure that would be a blessing after all.
“Okay.” She says, after several moments. “Fine. I get to live. For now. But when I die -“ Loralai’s attention abandons the far wall and the middle distance, zeroing in on you, “- if my life gets any worse between now and then, if I don’t get any more good stuff like you’ve described, I’m haunting you.”
You believe her. “I believe you.” You say solemnly. “And there are few things in this world more terrifying than a teenage ghost. No, that isn’t sarcasm, I’m serious. Once-“
—-
You spend the rest of the hour telling stories of the teenaged ghost you’d met once in New Orleans, back when that wasn’t quite anyone’s territory. It’s not nearly enough time to share all of her stories - but it is enough that you remember her fondly, and smell the faint scent of bergamot and citrus that always heralded her presence.
When you spoke to her more regularly, you teased her about being a ghost who smelled like Irish Spring, and she ensured your cape got caught on everything it possibly could. You feel a tug on it, as you are moving to leave, and understand the prompt.
“Here.” You tell Loralai, unclasping your cape from your shoulders, and draping it over the bed.
“Does this have magic powers, or something? Is it bulletproof?” Loralai lifts it’s edge, rubbing the fabric between her fingers. She’s in higher spirits, but the bags under her eyes have deepened. She’s also cold, though you don’t think you’d be able to get her to admit it.
“Nah.”
“Then why would I want it?” Remarkable, how little your status matters to teenagers. You aren’t sure if it’s your curse or a trait of the species.
“Capes are cool.” You reply confidently.
There are other reasons too - it gives your ghost friend an anchor to stay with her better, it’s warm, it will remind her this wasn’t a dream. If her family needs to, they can sell it to cover some of the medical bills, since (unlike some heroes and villains) you rarely leave a trace behind, and collectors would love to get ahold of one of your capes. Actually, Tallflawes might even buy it at an exorbitant price, just to taunt you with it. But this isn’t a lie: capes are cool.
“Whatever.” Loralai says sleepily, resting back on her pillows, your cape tucked up under her chin. “Goodbye, Synovus.”
“Goodbye, Loralai Weber.” You say gently. You aren’t sure if she even notices your shadows flip the switch on the bedside lamp, returning the room to darkness. Your shadows muffle your exit back into the hall.
You leave as quickly as possible, after that.
—-
The good thing about being a dramatic fool on purpose, is that when you are having a public meltdown, it can appear as though you are simply performing again. The shadows contorting and swirling around you? Ah, Synovus, making an entrance. Disappearing between one blink and the next to the unobservant, because you’ve turned and booked it into the dark? A classic exit.
Your minions know you too well for that facade to hold. They also know you too well to ask.
You stalk down the halls, lights seeming to ripple in your wake with the amount of shadows you’re dragging, like a toddler with their blanket on their way to throw a tantrum. But you skip the training room. You wind up in the kitchen, as Oflok watches from a distance.
You spend an indeterminable amount of time staring at the collection of alcohol. You don’t indulge, because you are terrified of what might happen if you lose control of yourself. You know you are a walking bomb. Your minions can partake as they like, however, and today, reminded of how destructive you are, you want very badly to join them. To get wasted beyond memory.
“I want you to kill me.”
You get as far as reaching up one hand for a bottle. You don’t know which, you didn’t bother to read the labels. You lower your hand. Spin on your heel. And leave.
—-
It’s Rosie and Doll who hover in the corner, silent witnesses while you dig through the cabinets in the infirmary. You grab the first ampoule of a drug that looks like it would force you out of your mind that you can get your hands on. You have a tray laid out with syringe, bandages, tourniquet, disinfectant wipes, before you realize what you’re doing.
“Does this look like a life worth living?”
You walk out without a word.
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The grave at the bottom of the island is not well tended. It is not a monument to be remembered. This is the third time you have visited it since you stopped obsessively checking for signs of disturbances, in case it’s occupant decided to crawl back out.
You tell the empty space about Loralai Weber. What she looked like, what she asked of you, what that means. This time, you’re free to cry, though whether it’s for her or yourself, you’ll never be able to parse. By the end, you are screaming in the dark cave, knowing it’s all pointless at this stage in the game.
The man in the grave could heal himself, when he wanted. And very rarely, when he was convinced it was ‘appropriate,’ he could heal others too. He wouldn’t have counted Loralai Weber as ‘appropriate’ for his gift. You would. It doesn’t matter, though.
It’s the one part of his powers you never inherited.
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[Thank you for reading Synovus: A Wishing Star - if you want to read more of Synovus, you can find the rest of their stories on my blog, in the pinned post. Further, if you want to find out more about the Make A Wish Foundation, you can read stories of children they've helped (in rather different ways than Synovus) on their website, or donate here.]
[I do not have a personal story to share for Loralai's inspiration. However, I did tap into my experiences as a chronically ill individual, and the mental state I experienced both before and during treatment. There are still days I wonder as Loralai does - but I wholeheartedly believe as Synovus says: This life is worth living. It is for you too.]
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Pick Up The Phone
Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem!reader
Warnings: fluff, angst, coarse language, descriptions of anxiety & disordered eating behaviour. Reader discretion is advised.
In which reader hasn’t respond to Janis’ texts in a day and Janis tries to call her multiple times but to no avail.
Please excuse the lack of formatting / separation of paragraphs😩 enjoy this drabble!
The day Janis found out or rather, realised, what you’ve been dealing with, you would’ve thought that she would dump you if you didn’t know her any better. She began noticing a pattern emerge about half a year into the relationship- on weekdays, you’d claim to wake up at 6:30. And have breakfast by 7:00. Now, if you were even just a minute later, you wouldn’t have anything to eat until they let out for lunch at 12:30. On weekends however, Janis picked up that you’d essentially been eating one meal a day sometimes and trying to convince her that you’d already eaten. Little by little, more and more of your behaviour unveiled it to her- your meals shrunk in size on certain days, but other days, it was ‘normal’. You’d act as if you didn’t just restrict yourself the day before. It was like pendulum, either one way or the other. Also little by little, Janis’ worry grew. She was thinking about how to talk to you about it. But she was rendered clueless despite how straightforward she always was.
The only way she had realised was because of how much time she’d spent with you to know your routine by heart. Once she’s got a hang of it, it began to seem clear to her that your relationship with food was not so good.
Janis was no stranger to self-loathing- so she knew whatever this was, it was a terrible thing, and detrimental to both your physical and mental wellbeing. She thought that you were the most beautiful person she’s ever laid her eyes on, and Janis always tells you that. But she also knows that your mind wouldn’t let you take her word for it. She’s had some moments like these of her own.
“y/n, pick up your phone.” She left you a message. Message number five.
You haven’t been online since after school yesterday- after some guy at school made a comment about how you were ‘spilling out of your shirt’ and how you were going to be ‘ripping your pants’. Janis immediately gave those guys a piece of their mind, but there was no turning back for you- those comments made you feel like crap, way worse than you’ve already been feeling after some stupid remarks from your Mom the night before about similar things.
Janis just knew it in her heart that you wouldn’t be picking up her calls anytime soon, so after school, she went over to your place. No one answered the door but she lets herself in, knowing where the spare key was hidden. She heads up the stairs to your room, and there you were. Thank God. Thank fucking god you didn’t just leave your phone at home so that it would show your location as that.
“Babe.” She knocks on the door and you got startled.
“Shit, why are you here?”
“I told you never to do that- I get that you’d want some time alone, and some space. But always, always tell me. You can’t just not respond to anything I’ve sent you and expect me not to worry one bit.
“Okay, leave me alone.” You shrugged, not even looking at her.
“It’s too late for that now.” Janis almost scoffed, but held back, “I know you haven’t eaten all day. So we’re gonna make sure you eat something.”
“I don’t need to.” You tell her.
“Yes, you do.” She sits down in front of you and grabbed your hands, “Look at me.” You refused to, so she repeated herself. Reluctantly, you turned your head to look at her. “Have you not been hearing the same things I do? I don’t need to be eating.”
“No one should be denied food- not when they haven’t eaten anything. We all need some food to survive too, and right now, I know for a fact you haven’t eaten.”
“Believe me…I’ve tried my best to let them just run their mouths, but I can’t fight them and the voice in my head forever. As hard as I try, they always win. I always fall and can’t-”
Part of her was a little angry, but she soon shook off that feeling and listened to you- putting herself in your shoes.
“I’ve been dealing with this for as long as I can remember. It’s hard, Janis. So fucking-”
She engulfs you in a hug, rubbing your back. That’s what you needed, instead of having someone raise their voice at you- you knew Janis meant well, but unfortunately, your parents? Not so much, they both only spurred on your disordered eating, saying that it’d be great for you to lose weight. So, well- your brain has somehow been conditioned to listen to their negativity over the years. That’s always how it’s been like for you- that’s all you knew. But when Janis found out, she didn’t get mad at you, she was patient and wanted to know more about how she could help you. She’d opened your eyes to how things were supposed to be like when you were struggling. You’ve spent years shoving it way down, or channeling your focus on the wrong things that have been harming your mind and body. The effects have become apparent- Karen mentioned how much weight you seemed to have lost last week and that triggered an anger in Janis that she didn’t know she even had. But of course, Karen did not mean it in a bad way. She never really does mean anything she say in a negative way. Also, no one knew about what you were going through other than Janis. So there’s that.
It took Janis a lot of coaxing to get you to eat something. But first thing’s first, was what to eat. “We can cook it together, alright?”
You nodded in agreement, leaning against the kitchen island as she stood before you. “How does some pasta sound?” She suggested, “We could do a broccoli and cheese sauce, add some ham for protein?”
Yeah, Janis has learnt a thing or two. Including the fact that it tends to help you be more okay with eating if you two prepared the meal together and ate together. Or for her to just keep you company while you ate. You were quiet for a little bit to think about that and any other options. You agreed to her suggestion.
“Alright, attagirl. Let’s get cooking.” Janis smooches you on the cheek. She grabs a pot, filled it with water and a pinch of salt before letting it come to a boil, “What kind of pasta do you want, baby?”
“Um, the bowtie ones.” You decided. She grabs that particular bag off the pantry shelf and handed it to you. You poured some out into a bowl then put the snack clip back to keep the bag closed. “Okay, that’s good.”
Once the food was all done, you and Janis sat on the floor, at the coffee table in the living room to eat. “I know that sauce came from a can, but it’s really good.”
“I know.” Janis chuckles, “Might need to convince my Mom to switch over to this brand now.”
You smiled a little bit, “Jan, thank you for being so patient with me. I really appreciate that, even though sometimes when things get bad, I lash out. I want you to know that I don’t mean that. And please don’t hesitate to snap me out of that, or yell at me.”
“Babe, yelling at you is not the way to go. I’m never gonna do that when you’re having a bad day especially.” Janis told you.
“I’m just saying, if the time comes when you need to yell at me for anything else. Please just yell at me and tell me to wake the hell up.”
“No promises.” Janis shrugged, “I love you too much to be raising my voice at you, baby.”
You gave her a full smile this time, “I love you so much, Janis. You make me so fucking happy. The most happy I’ve ever been.”
“I love you more, baby.” Janis brushes her thumb over your knuckles, “I’m always gonna be here for you. Call me or text me, show up to my house whenever you wish to. Okay? No matter how busy I am, I’ll always make time for you. I’ll always pick up my phone for you.”
“I’ll make sure to tell you if I sense things getting bad again because I know you’ve been trying to help, and I am so thankful.” You promised.
Janis nodded, a smile now plastered on her face as if reflexively, “Thank you for trusting me and loving me for who I am.”
#auli’i cravalho#janis ‘imi’ike#janis ‘imi’ike x fem reader#x reader#female reader#reader insert#queer#lgbtqia#lesbian#fanfiction#oneshot#angst#mature themes#reader discretion advised#drabble
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Chapters: 3/3
Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Relationships: Twilight & Warriors (Linked Universe)
Characters: Warriors (Linked Universe), Twilight (Linked Universe), Original Hylian Character(s)
Additional Tags: Linked Universe (Legend of Zelda), Febuwhump 2024, Truth Serum, Kidnapping, Torture, Non-Consensual Touching, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Drugging, Needles, Tongue Piercings, Whipping, Blood and Violence, Psychological Torture, Hurt No Comfort, Twilight (Linked Universe) Has a Bad Time, and i mean a Very bad time, Warriors (Linked Universe) Has a Bad Time, To Be Continued, Permanent Injury
Series: Part 20 of The Realities of Being My Favorite Character During a Leap Year (Febuwhump 2024)
Summary:
In the captain's era, Twilight causes problems for Warriors politically. As Wars tries to avoid Twilight, the two are kidnapped in an effort to reveal the location of the Fierce Deity mask.
PLEASE READ ALL THE TAGS
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ITS HERE IM SORRY THIS IS SO LATE IN THE DAY
ty to @wanderlustmagician for being a wonderful lovely beta reader and also victim of my ramblings and supporter of twi torture <3
day 20 whump is truth serum ft wars, twilight, and an absolute psycho
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There & Back Again : xreader addition (fem/afab)
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄:6000+ words: (CW: angst. hurt/comfort. fluff. strained family dynamic & emotional abuse. )
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It was quiet on the roadside, you'd not heard a car or animal in the past couple of hours.
Eddie poked his head around the driver's seat, looking out the windows.
"I think it's clear." he called.
"Wait...wait." Eddie said quickly, on hands and knees, he bolted.
You leaned over to allow him to crawl past you, headed for the back doors. If you hadn't been frightened, you might have laughed.
Opening one of the doors carefully, Eddie took a glance around, everything seemed clear.
His heart beat fast in his chest and he didn't want to go outside.
"Hey," you called, discarding the worn blanket, you rested a hand on Eddie's shoulder.
"We can check together. Two to three, it's better odds than three to one, right?" you said.
Looking up at you, Eddie grimaced.
"No offense, but you're hardly in any shape to take on....whatever those 'dogs' actually are." He stated calmly.
Eddie pushed open the door a little more and stuck his head out, you watched him carefully.
"But you're scared. I might be in rough shape, but even a battered two is better than being on your own." you pushed.
You opened the second door and offered Eddie a reassuring smile before sliding your legs out of the van.
"Come on," you said quietly, walking ahead of him.
"Just, hold on a moment!" Eddie called, reaching into the van, he grabbed the floor Jack before hopping out of the van.
Eddie kicked the doors shut.
"We aren't going anywhere without something heavy." he said, rushing to your side.
"I'm not crazy, we aren't checking the whole woods just around your Van." you said quietly.
Eddie leaned over a bit, "or you know we can just get back in the van and leave, like now." he whispered.
You leaned this way and that peering through the trees, Eddie following slightly behind you while you circled about the van, observing the area.
"If those things are still close, and we ride off, we might lead them to people." you reasoned.
"They never tried to bite me, but I doubt they were chasing me for the hell of it." you said.
Glancing at Eddie, a frown formed on your face.
"There was...a bigger one." you admitted.
Eddie's shoulder sank, folding his arms across his chest uneasily.
"l-like how big?" he asked, voice cracking.
You sized Eddie up with your eyes while walking up to him. Standing on the tips of your toes, you rose your hand as high above his head as you could.
"No. We're out of here - yes we are." Eddie called, grasping your hand, he started to lead you back to the Van.
"There's no way a dog is taller than a person." He ranted on the way.
"Well... I don't think this one was exactly a dog..." you said.
You side glanced as Eddie urged you to climb in through the driver's door.
"Granted I didn't stay around long enough to find out." you murmured, allowing yourself to be herded into the van.
"I would be more concerned if you had." said Eddie, he waited for you to settle into the passenger's seat before hopping in himself and closing the door.
"We've got to go tell someone." Eddie said driving them up the road.
"Who's going to believe us if we say we were attacked by monster dogs?" you asked.
"You can't see yourself," Eddie said glancing at you, "at the very least something attacked you." He said with a worried glance.
"You....honestly don't remember?" He asked.
You sank into the seat and hugged yourself.
"Some things...but you'll think I'm crazy if I say what happened. Weird lights, doors locking themselves....and that dream?" you thought.
"But six whole days?" you wondered quietly.
Eddie stole another peek at you, your eyes watching the dash.
"Look, I only want to help. I mean....considering what the town has been through. Having a person go missing for almost a week is kind of a big deal." Eddie spoke steadily.
"And" Eddie sang in a dry tone, "you're not exactly the type of girl who runs away into the night." he said.
You looked up at him.
"I might be." you said, to which he laughed, his eyes crinkling as he smiled.
Eddie remembered the night he'd helped you phone home, "I bet you've never stayed out willingly past eleven." He teased.
You fiddled with your hands uncomfortably.
"Willingly." echoed in your head.
"No" you whispered quietly. "I've not."
The softness and sadness in the hollow tone of your words nearly caused Eddie to flinch.
Silence lingered for a moment, Eddie found it hard to focus on the road as he watched you with questions buzzing in his head.
Thankfully, for both of you, your stomach growled loudly.
"Oh.my.god." you thought horrified, shutting your eyes tight.
Eddie chuckled lightly and reached over to the glove compartment.
"See the good thing about being the weed guy," he said, leaning to reach into the bin with one hand while steering with the other, eyes still stuck to the road.
He grabbed onto a bag, pulling it from the glove compartment, he shut the bin and held the bag up.
"You kinda learn to keep something with you at all times," Eddie said, smiling.
You looked at the bag of chips.
"I can't," you said.
"How much you wanna bet if you can't remember where you've been, you probably haven't eaten in all that time either," said Eddie, he released his grip on the bag, and it fell into your lap.
You gazed at the bag, fingertips playing with the corner of the bright yellow packaging.
"If he takes me home, will Mom be mad if I broke my punishment? If it's been as long as he says...I'm clear of the deadline...aren't I?" you wondered.
With a growl, your stomach answered for you and you sighed,.
"Just shut up," you thought to your gut, opening up the chip bag.
"Thank you...again." you murmured before popping a chip into your mouth.
"I mean...anytime you need me." Eddie said, focused on the road ahead.
You stole a glance at him from the corner of your eyes and could see a faint smile on his face, it caused you to smile as well.
"Uh, and just so you know. I kinda told the cops you were missing." Eddie said carefully.
"Some lady cop, Deborah. May or may not have given your house a call." He said.
For a moment, your anxiety shot up, and then it quickly settled down.
"If I was gone that long, they're already mad. I doubt a cop's call will make it any worse." you thought, releasing a long sigh.
"Was that....not ok?" Eddie asked in a cautious tone.
You sighed again, "It's fine, I'm actually glad someone did" you murmured.
"For once." you thought.
"But I'm not surprised it wasn't them." you whispered.
Eddie raised a brow and realizing you'd spoken out loud, you quickly tried to cover up your words.
"You know my dad doesn't have much faith or trust in police." you said.
"It's just two stooges within the H.P.D that can't be trusted." Eddie chuckled.
He tilted his head and gave a cheeky smile, "You know, I actually trust the cops when it counts." He said, looking your way.
That small cheeky smile turned into a cynical grin, "they just don't trust me." said Eddie.
You rubbed your arms, which ached slightly, "why not?" you asked.
Eddie shrugged, "probably because of the legacy my old man left behind. Probably because before mom jetted off with her fancy new scam artist's boyfriend, said boyfriend left a few people in town in the hole." Eddie spoke dryly.
"And then...I'm a weed guy, who just screams hooligan!" he said in a teasing tone.
You arched a bow, "you don't look like a hooligan..." you said,.
"And how is it your fault what your parents did?" you asked.
"Apples don't fall far from trees, bullshit." Eddie said with a shrug.
"They can damn well roll, can't they?" you asked, your eyes wandering out to the road.
"I certainly hope so. I hope I don't turn out like my own mother...eh...foster mother. I hope I end up like my real one...I'd like to think she was amazing." you spoke quietly.
Eddie exhaled "Then let's say she was." he said simply.
Robin got out of the car, following Amy's confident lead towards the looming building ahead of them with tentative steps.
"This is the Hawkins National Lab?" Robin asked, she could hardly pry her eyes away from the presence the building seemed to have.
"Yeah, it's a hell of a thing, isn't it?" Amy sighed. She came to a halt and scanned the area, a long grimace forming on her face.
Amy looked at the surrounding area, her eyes narrowing sharply, "I don't understand" she whispered.
"what? Is something wrong?" Robin questioned.
"Uh, yeah - this place is empty...." Amy said, turning to Robin with wide eyes.
"Well... I wasn't even fully aware it was here, so...." Robin uttered, she pointed her hand towards the lab, "I mean you know I heard some stuff about it last year but not much..." she tagged on.
"This would have been where Loxion sent its haul...but with it closed down," Amy murmured.
"Well, then, in that case, it's good that it's down r-right?" Robin stammered.
Amy growled in frustration, "no, this is where I was almost certain ____ would be....and my sister." Amy muttered, turning back to the Lab, she gave it a hard glare.
"I want to go have a peek," Amy thought to herself, "but I can't drag this random nobody in there with me...." she murmured barely above a whisper.
"Did you say something?" Robin asked.
Amy shook her head and exhaled.
"I'm just out of ideas, this was the only one I had." Amy said, turning to Robin.
Robin offered her a half smile, "well then let's just head back, someone might have heard something." Robin said, her eyes falling on the quiet lab ahead of them.
She had to admit, it gave an off-putting vibe.
Amy heaved a heavy sigh and nodded, "sure, just...no police stations. I'll explain on the way back." said Amy, trudging back to Robin's car.
Meanwhile, You glanced out the window, you then turned to Eddie with surprise.
"You aren't taking me home?" you asked.
"Not yet, you look like I'm hauling you to a cell." Eddie said, briefly looking your way.
"And you need more than chips." He added, turning the vehicle.
"Really, thank you, but I'm good." you said quickly.
"Well then maybe I'm hungry." he said with a mischievous smile.
"And if you should want to steal a fry or two..." Eddie hummed, looking at you, his head slightly tilted he flashed her a toothy smile.
"I won't bite you." he said.
You sucked in a breath and there went that bothersome flash of heat in your cheeks and ears, at the impish look on his face.
"I'm not a fry stealer," you muttered.
"No...just a heartbreaker, then?" Eddie hummed.
"You missed my show." he teased, letting his gaze slowly travel back to the road.
"I mean, the least you could do is let me buy you food." He chuckled.
"It...things don't work like that, I should be buying you food." you said baffled.
Eddie gave a shrug, "so, next time it's on you." he said, pulling into the drive-through of the burger place.
You watched as Eddie leaned out the window slightly and called out his order to the box near the menu board.
You sat as quietly as you could, arms crossed in determination.
Eddie smirked, he could feel your stubbornness even without looking at you.
"What do you want?" He called to you.
"Nothing," you spoke flatly, though your stomach growled loudly again.
"Can you give me another minute, man?" Eddie asked the voice in the box.
"Sure thing, dude," it called back.
A long smile spread across Eddie's face as he turned to you.
"Sorry what was that?" he asked.
"I said nothing," you repeated.
Eddie heard another growl from your stomach, he smirked and pointed down at it.
"No see, she just said - She wants a medium cheeseburger with fries and a...."
Eddie paused and examined your face carefully.
"A vanilla shake?" he questioned.
"No, I don't want anythi-"
You stomach growled louder than it had before.
Eddie gave a light laugh.
"Yeah, Vanilla it is." he said, turning back to the window he gave the rest of the order.
Grabbing the two brown paper bags handed to him after paying, Eddie turned to face your glare and flashed an innocent smile.
"No turning back now, I can't eat all this myself, can I?" He asked, passing you the bags.
You took firm hold of them and sighed in defeat.
"I hate you so much right now." you murmured, and for one last time, your stomach rumbled.
"Yeah, but she says she loves me." Eddie laughed.
You stole a glance at the bright smile on his face and inwardly sighed.
"I...can't really be mad at that face..." you thought.
Eddie turned up the sound in the car and popped a cassette in. Listening to the music and watching Eddie drum his hands in tune with the music almost made the attack you had suffered, as well as all the other oddities, feel far away.
"I want to say thank you." you thought, "but it seems like that's all I ever tell him."
You hadn't noticed you were staring, the smallest smile found its way to Eddie's face as he felt his heart beat a little faster.
He needed to do something, in a minute you would make him blush.
"Jesus, she's making it hard to breathe." he thought, a light fluttering building in his stomach.
Without thinking about it, Eddie tossed you a sudden wink.
A quiet gasp escaped your lips as you quickly turned to look out the passenger window.
You could feel all the heat in your body rise from your feet to your face.
"Oh, you're so stupid, you were staring!" you mind shouted.
"I don't mind it, You are an audience I'd never tire of entertaining," Eddie said.
You could have turned into a puddle of shame and anxiety, your lungs forgot how to breathe as you shut your eyes tightly, and a cringe rolled down your body.
"Oh.my.god." you said with strained words.
"What too cheesy?" Eddie asked.
You shook your head frantically, voice high as you peeped, "my damned mouth."
Eddie erupted in laughter, nearly hitting the break as he did so.
You sulked, sinking into the seat as you listened to Eddie's laughter, your lips sucked in tight.
"This is exactly why Pat doesn't like to be seen with me." you said quietly.
"Um no." Eddie's annoyed voice sang in a venomous sing-song tone.
"Your brother is nothing more than a stray trying to impress anyone who'll take him in." Eddie said.
"Hey!" you shouted.
"Sorry." He said quickly.
You sighed and sat quietly, "so you're not all wrong." you said.
"Patrick just...he just wants someone to look up to, you know?" you said, "He can't with dad."
"Yeah, it's not like he's got a totally amazing older sister or anything." Eddie hummed.
"I'm hardly amazing, anyway. I'm a girl, it's not the same." you sighed.
"I still think your brother is an idiot." Eddie thought to himself, but he let it go for the moment.
What had started out as small nibbling at your burger turned into hearty chomps as you sat next to Eddie in the back of his van.
With the back doors open, together you looked down the small hill overlooking the commercial district of town.
You turned to look at Eddie.
"Can I ask you something? Even though it's probably painfully sad." you asked.
"Worse than letting inside thoughts speak out loud?" Eddie asked while quietly snickering.
"Possibly yeah," you murmured, fighting the creeping embarrassment.
"I'm kidding, fire away," Eddie said before popping a fry in his mouth.
You lost your nerve quickly, but you already asked about asking. Deciding not to look at him, you focused on the view below.
"Does this mean we're friends now? Cause like.... I dunno. I feel like a pain in the ass and I know you kind of didn't want to be seen with me the other day and all....but-"
Eddie started to choke on his soda as panic rose.
"I wasn't-" he tried between coughs.
You quickly sat your food down and threw your arms into the air, "up, up!" you said.
Eddie looked at you confused as he coughed.
"Arms up, it helps when you're coking on soda." you explained.
Eddie did as you said.
However, he found himself laughing at how ridiculous you both looked, but it was indeed working.
Catching his breath, Eddie sighed, "thanks, for that...but - I wasn't trying to not be seen with you." Eddie said evenly.
"I didn't want you catching me....working." he added carefully.
You looked him up and down, eyes growing wide, and you mouth tumbled open.
"What?" Eddie asked, watching your unblinking eyes.
"What?" he asked again.
"I swear it's mostly just weed and...." Eddie started to explain in a fluster when it dawned on him.
"OH!" he gasped, standing up, he stood in front of you with his hands out before him.
"No, no, I didn't mean for it to sound like that." he said.
"I was doing a drug deal!" Eddie nearly shouted.
Your mouth closed and trembled as you watched him, water slowly gathering in your eyes.
"I swear, I'm so serious," Eddie added.
You fell backward, and a loud laugh came from deep inside. You kicked your feet in a slight flutter as you held your stomach.
Eddie grasped his hair with both hands and exhaled a deep sigh of relief. With a wry smile, Eddie climbed back into the van, taking his seat next to you.
He found himself watching you laugh, you laughed like a person who hadn't had a good one in a painfully long time.
"Anyway, so now you know," Eddie said.
You turned your head and watched him from where you lay wiping the water from your eyes.
"You didn't answer me," you said, still grinning as your stomach now ached from strong laughter.
Eddie's heart thundered in the light of your smile as you lay looking up at him.
Your grin turned into an unsure smile as he watched you right back.
"It's just....I don't have many friends, you know?" you said, voice becoming quite quickly.
You slowly adverted your eyes.
"And um...um, you're actually a pretty cool guy. It's...easy to talk with you," you said now fumbling over your words.
"Oh, maybe that was stupid...." you thought to yourself, shutting your eyes.
A soft gust of wind brushed alongside you as Eddie lightly flopped onto his back next to you. He kept his eyes on the roof of the van even still he could see your eyes fly open in shock.
A faint smile ticked onto his face.
"Huh, that's funny because you're actually a pretty cool girl." Eddie said in a monotone manner that left you confused.
You turned your head to look at him, gaze fixed to the profile of his face.
Eddie slowly smiled and turned his head to meet your gaze.
"I'd be honored to be your friend," He said, his tone unusually serious, it made your pulse quicken.
Eddie lifted a finger in the air, "on one condition." he said.
"Um..." you stammered, "a conditional friendship?" you asked.
Eddie nodded carefully, but your unease slipped away as a grin spread across his face.
"You are at my show every Tuesday." He said.
"I....you really want me to see you play don't you?" you questioned.
"If you think I'm a pretty cool guy now," Eddie chuckled, with a pause, he flashed you a wickedly playful half smile.
"You're gonna love me if you hear what my guitar can do." He said, voice slightly deepening.
You quickly turned your head to look back at the ceiling before sitting up.
"Well!" you called, brushing stay bits of french fry salt off your clothing.
"I-I should try and find Robin.... She's probably worried." you said.
Eddie smiled to himself and sat up as well.
"Sounds good." he said, reaching out to close up the back doors.
Once both of you were settled into your seats, Eddie began to unsnap his leather wristband.
"What are you doing?" you asked, craning your neck to see.
Eddie held out the accessories to you "take it." he said.
You took the wristband gingerly, letting your thumbs rub the slightly worn leather.
"I won't lie... I kinda always wanted to give someone one of these things." Eddie chuckled.
Water welled into your eyes again as a strangled laugh cracked through your vocal cords.
"A friendship bracelet?" you asked, looking at him skeptically.
Eddie started the van up and shrugged his shoulders, "sort of... it's the Munson version I guess." he said.
You glanced down at the band and snapped it around your own wrist. Sitting there you couldn't stop smiling.
Eddie however sighed, "just don't let me be stuck here." He thought to himself, eyes focused on the road ahead of him.
Robin leaned against her mother's car, shaking out her hands as if trying to shake free her anxiety, she let out a frustrated growl.
"Gah! We've been at this for hours and she's nowhere. We should go to the police!" Robin said.
"No cops!" Amy called, shutting the car door behind her. "It's a small town...she can't be far." she breathed.
"Can't she? What if...what if someone got her and stuffed her in a trunk and is halfway to like the middle of nowhere to stash ____ into a lonely untimely grave...." Robin's voice started to crack.
Amy gazed at the frantic girl with a dull expression.
"And she's somewhere scared and alone...it could be a cannibal, or- or worse..." Robin rambled.
"There's something worse than a cannibal?" asked Amy.
Robin shrugged and sniffled, "I don't know there could be." she said, "I'm the only friend she's got - she depends on me." said Robin.
Amy had to admit she was starting to feel bad about the pitiful look on Robin's face the more she sniffled and paced about.
Robin leaned against the car again, kicking miserably at a rock on the ground.
"But I can't think of anyone who'd target her. ____, she wouldn't hurt a fly unless she was feeding it to her spider. She never forgets anything you say is important to you - you know?" Robin said.
Leaning her head back, a smile came to her face.
"I remember about two years ago... I wanted to see the movie "Class of 1984" at the theater, I'd already seen it three times but, they were giving away signed posters of Lias Langlois to the first twenty people in line. But I was having my wisdom teeth removed." Robin droned, she turned to Amy and smiled.
"____ gets in line three hours early for the first showing of the day and waits," Robin started to giggle.
"She was the only one in line, there was no need to. But I remember being stupidly excited to see her when my mom pulled the car up to my house. She was just...standing on our front lawn, waving the open poster about like an airport sign." Robin sighed.
Amy listened in silence, she felt like she should say something, but the rumble of a car engine hushed her.
Eddie pulled the van to a stop, "alright, we found her." He said to you with a smile.
"Looks like she might have been looking for you too." Eddie added.
You smiled briefly before it turned into wonder,.
"Amy?" you questioned, your eyes shifting between the two girls,
"How'd...." you opened the van door and stepped out, slamming it behind you.
"Well, she's not with a cannibal." Amy said, turning to look towards you.
"Huh?" Robin hummed, turning as well as she exhaled.
"Oh, thank goodness!" she called, sprinting for you.
"If you do that again, I'm gonna kick your ass!" Robin said, voice shrill as she threw her arms around you.
"I swear It wasn't on purpose." you said being pulled into a noogie.
"You'd better not! Not ever again!" Robin choked, letting you free.
You beamed up at Robin.
"Shit, what happened to you?" Amy commented, strolling next to the two friends.
You shook your head, "I wish I knew, I woke up in the woods."
You held your arms in the air to show the state of yourself, "like this..." you muttered.
"Woke up? How'd you get there?" Robin asked hesitantly.
You merely shook your head, "I don't know."
"Yes, you are leaving out a lot, but the important thing is, you aren't lying." you thought.
"That's not all of it either, She was being chased by these freakish dog things," Eddie said as he walked towards them.
He waved his hand around his face, "they had no face or…some weird not face." He explained.
"Freakish faceless dog things?" Amy asked squinting.
"They started chasing me while I was trying to find my way about the woods. Oddly enough, it was a good thing, too." you turned and grinned up at Eddie.
"They chased me straight to help," you stated.
Robin sulked slightly at the smile on your face.
"You helped her get here?" Robin asked, turning her eyes to Eddie.
"Yeah, I mean. It's not the first time." Eddie said.
"It's actually like the third time he's saved me from some sort of misfortune," you confessed.
"Do I tell anyone about the car? I thought it had to do with Mr. Ford...now, I'm not so sure." you thought.
"Well thanks" Robin said holding out a hand for Eddie, Eddie chuckled and shook it.
Amy watched you quietly, her eyes scanning over the distress your clothing and body had been in.
"Was it them?" Amy asked vaguely.
You lingered in confusion for a moment.
"Loxion" Amy said flatly.
"Oh!" you said with a fake nervous chuckle
"Play it off you don't want to worry either Robin or Eddie about things you are unsure of right?" you thought.
"Ha, good one, no!" you sang.
"Who are you?" Eddie asked, he threw his hands in the air lazily, "not to be rude or anything." he added quickly.
Amy placed her hands on her hips "Amy." she said simply.
You gave a subtle shake of your head hoping that Amy would catch on.
"Inside joke." Amy said to Eddie.
"Alright," Eddie hummed, he had to admit he got an odd vibe from the girl.
"Um, I'm gonna head home," Eddie said, pointing over his shoulder to his van as he turned to face you.
"Buuut if you need me" he said.
Walking to you he took your hand and exposed your palm.
" -for anything," he added.
You watched him take a pin out of his back pants pocket. He removed the top with his mouth and started writing on your palm.
Robin peered over Your shoulder to see a number carefully written on your skin.
Eddie let go of your hand and backed away, clicking the top back onto the pin and tucking it back into his pocket.
"Give me a call." He said, making a phone with his hands.
"Uh...y-yeah." you stammered, "thank you!" you called, recovering with a smile.
Eddie gave a small playful bow and returned to his van.
You waved him goodbye and watched until he disappeared around the corner. Your heart beat a little faster as you looked down at your hand.
"Is he the friend?" Robin asked slyly, but her eyes were silently screaming.
"Huh? Um....yeah. Now at least." you said, turning to face your two friends.
"Wait? Why'd you say it like that?" you asked.
"For anything" Amy said, mocking Eddie's voice as best she could.
Robin tried to hold in a laugh.
"It was so bad." Robin snorted.
You giggled and Robin smiled gently, she knew a good silly snort usually put you into a lighter mood.
"Yeah well... He's helped me a lot. And you know, I don't have friends just you - which is great. But I can't bug you forever." you said to Robin.
"Sure you can, I plan on bugging you forever. I'm gonna be that annoying person in the front row of your future wedding crying great big ugly tears and shooting snot everywhere." Robin said with a grin.
"You can't do that! If anyone is ever crazy enough to marry me, you're my maid of honor, you can't be in the stands!" you chimed.
"Well, I'm not standing in heels or putting on a dress." Robin grimaced.
"You won't have to," you laughed lightly.
"Hey!" Amy called out with a long frown on her face.
"Feeling left out?" Robin asked with a half smile.
"I want to know why I'm not a friend - I looked for you too, you know?" Amy asked.
You blinked a few times.
"I thought you said you had to trust me first?" you asked.
Walking up to you, Amy ran a finger along the small tears in your arm.
"I trust you, and I think you're the only one who will understand," Amy murmured, rolling up her sleeve a bit, she exposed several tiny scars randomly strewed across her skin.
Your eyes grew wide.
"I don't remember getting them either...just that I ran a very long way." said Amy.
Robin fell silent and looked between the two, she didn't like how heavy the air had suddenly become.
"It's almost four, we should really get you home," Robin said to you.
You frowned, "I don't want to go back." you thought.
You couldn't tell them that, but you wanted to scream it. Part of you was afraid, despite the danger of the day it was the most fun you had in a while.
"And the moment I cross that doorway, it's over and reality sinks back in." you thought side, glancing at the ground.
"But I am sure no one fed Shelob...she might be hungry and...I need to see if my room is still acting, strange." you pondered.
Looking up at Robin, you gave a stiff nod, "yeah, yeah, I should get home." you said quietly.
"Are you sure?" Amy asked.
"Yes...someone might be worried about me." you said, forcing a smile.
"Do you need a ride home too, Amy?" Robin asked.
Amy collected her backpack from the car and shook her head.
"No, I've actually got some things to see to." Amy said.
You gave her a stern glaze, "you be careful out there." you warned.
Amy swatted away your worries with one hand, "pftt, I can handle a few dogs, it's people that scare me." Amy said.
"I'm glad you're...mostly ok." she added, turning on her heel and heading up the road.
Robin watched Amy from the rearview mirror.
"You know It's saying something when I'm not the weirdest of your friends," she said with a slight shake of her head.
"I'm glad you're branching out.." Robin said, falling into a chuckle, "But boy can you pick 'em." she laughed.
You gave a hesitant knock on your front door, stealing a look at Robin who'd walked you there.
"They won't get too mad if someone is with me." you thought.
Robin couldn't mask the frown on her face, she didn't like how it all felt.
"They never even called anyone about it - I never saw them looking for her." Robin thought.
With a heavy sigh, she quickly grew tired of waiting and knocked louder against the door to your house.
"Who's - oh...." Patrick's voice faded as he swung open the door.
"I'm back...and I'm okay," you said, the words came out far more awkward than they should have.
But it was clear, your brother was neither overjoyed nor upset about your return.
In fact, "his eyes look like he could actually care less." Robin thought her eyes narrowing.
"Yeah, big sis - back home after six long days of not being around....aren't you happy, Patrick?" Robin asked pointedly.
"Sure I am," Patrick stated dryly.
The hollow gaze in his eyes worried you, you knew that look.
"Dads been worried sick...." He muttered, rubbing his lower back.
You could tell he was hiding a wince, and you felt your stomach drop with a cringe of dread.
"oh..." you whispered mournfully, "I'm sorry."
Patrick gave a hard roll of his eyes, "sure you are, ____." he grumbled, leaving the doorway and walking off.
You turned to Robin, who stood speechless and seething.
"Thank you, Robin. I'll be alright now. Um, I'll call you in the morning." you said, leaning in you gave Robin a hug.
"Alright, tomorrow I head off to band camp, but if you need me to stay I will." said Robin.
"No, no. You love band camp, you're the best horn player around - go. I'm ok, really." you reassured.
Robin gave a nod, "ok, be sure to take care of yourself, I don't wanna come back to find you missing again!" Robin called to her on the way to the car.
You laughed, but you could see that she was more than half serious.
"Have a good trip," you called, waving as Robin pulled out of the driveway.
Then, taking a deep breath, you stepped into the house and closed the door behind you.
"Ey oh, my lovely little Denizens! Welcome to Dodo's hit list hour here on 106.9 The Neck. Strange shit has been going down in town again my loves. And the man doesn't want you to hear 'bout it!"
The radio personality said over the radio in Jeff's mom's garage.
Eddie and his friends sat around a small card table, setting up for their campaign.
"We really need to see if they'll let us use a room in the school during the summer months, too." Scott complained.
They hardly had enough room to roll dice.
"You know animal controls finding stay cats and dogs with chunks missing from them? It's gnarly man, I know a guy that knows a guy down at the local shelter - it wasn't pretty. But we don't have coyotes, so what's the deal? You wanna call in with your theories? Hit us up after the next break, for now, enjoy some Tank, Leatherwolf and Slayer coming at you!"
Announced the radio personality.
Eddie's ears burned with what she said, and for a moment he could remember the brief glimpse he caught of the odd faceless dog.
The memory almost made him shiver.
Meanwhile, Amy ran her fingers along a set of tracks in the earth of the woods.
"They went this way." she murmured.
Following the tracks, Amy was brought to a fence marred with shallow claw marks.
"What?" she questioned, hopping up, Amy pulled herself to peer over the top of the fence.
On the other side, a pool glistened under the sunset, Amy couldn't see anything out of the ordinary in the yard and many lights were on in the house itself.
From the first-floor window, Amy could see the silhouettes of two people.
"Dudes got some kinda tall hair." Amy thought, slowly lowering herself down from the fence.
"But no monsters..." Amy thought carefully, petting the claw marks in the fence.
"though it for sure came over this fence. Maybe it moved on up the block from here?" Amy asked herself.
"No, they don't risk busy streets." she murmured.
"Which means....it found a way back in." Amy's mind echoed.
"Shit." she whispered.
She needed to investigate this backyard, but now clearly wasn't a wise time.
"I need to find out who lives here." Amy thought. "Maybe ____ will know."
"You cost me time, and the plant money, You disrespected pastor Alvin, and Mr. Ford." your father quietly seethed as he stood before you.
You'd pushed yourself deeper into the plushness of the sofa.
"The police department called the house, an officer was going to look into this house, into us. Do you know how that looks?" He asked you.
"I'm sorry I wasn't-"
"If you dare run away from this house again, I will have you tossed to the streets." you father growled.
"I didn't run away," you murmured.
"And what, you were snatched in the night? By who? What sad, desperate person would want to snatch you?" your mother chuckled in a slur of amusement, taking a large gulp of her wine.
Your eyes started to tear up.
"You guys did." you whispered.
"Or...you used to." you thought, your hands grasping at the edge of the cushions.
"I didn't run away, after the door got jammed there was a power surge... I fell asleep I guess and that's all I remember -" you said your eyes flicking between your parents desperately.
"I woke up in the woods, I don't know how I got there!" you said your voice raising as your eyes pled for them to believe you.
However, you were met with silence and lowered your head.
"I'm sorry," you said quickly, you couldn't read them, but it was better to try and nullify their anger if it was there.
"You will go and apologize to Pastor Alvin, tomorrow night." your father ordered.
"Tomorrow night?" you questioned.
Your mother took an especially long swig of her wine,.
"Mmmhmm you're going to the police office first to clear up the misunderstanding you've caused. You'll tell them you're a selfish little brat who ran away from her loving family." she said.
"But I-" you sighed, "yes of course," you murmured.
"And then after that, we're having Doctor Leah look you over - she'll give you a clear medical record," said your father.
Yo nod your head robotically.
"I'm tired, I'm sorry, may I go to bed now?" you asked softly.
"Go on, you'll need to be alert tomorrow." your father sighed.
You trudged up the steps to your room, now that your mind had little else to focus on besides tasks for the next day, you could feel how much your body ached.
Pausing at your doorway you eye the door a little ways down the hall. Music came blasting from the other side, mingled in with the sounds of some action movie.
"I shouldn't, but I need to check on him." you thought.
Preparing yourself for your brother's venomous remarks, you headed up the hall.
At Patrick's door your hand lingered in the air for a moment before knocking.
The movie raged on and no one answered. You sighed and knocked louder.
"Go away!" Patrick shouted.
"I'm just," you sighed, "Are you ok? I saw you at the door, it looks like you hurt your back?" you asked.
"Yeah, I play sports, it happens." Patrick snapped.
"Sports my ass." you muttered.
"Just...remember to ice it, and I have a spare heating pad if you need one." you offered.
"Stop trying to help, I don't need it. You should have stayed away! That's how you could have helped!" Patrick barked through the door.
"Goodnight Pat." you murmured in defeat, heading back to your room.
He was about as ok as you were, you'd known that much.
"If you told him what Dad makes you do, he'd be less resentful." you thought, slipping into your room and heading to feed Shelob.
"But he still thinks our - his family can be fixed. If I tell him, what hope would he have left?" you whispered to Shelob.
Before you could open the jar of crickets, Shelob was already trying to climb the glass.
"Hold on Shelly... I know I'm very late. But I'm glad you've managed somehow." you said.
You reach a finger into the tank in hopes of petting the spider to calm it.
However, Shelob took the chance to climb up your hand and arm, nestling on your shoulder.
"I'm glad someone in here is glad to see me." you giggled.
"And they told us Tarantulas don't get attached to their people." you said, carefully removing Shelob and placing her back inside her tank with her food.
"I'll bring you a live catch tomorrow," you promised her before heading to bed.
Your feet stopped halfway eyes lingering on the floor lamp, waiting for something to happen.
"It seems normal." you thought, your gaze slowly shifting to the window, and what you saw there made you gasp.
Scuttling over, you pressed your hand carefully to gouge marks on the window seal.
"What in the hell are these?" you wondered, inching your face closer.
While doing so, four small creatures crawled from the deep gashes in the wood.
"You're all still here." you breathed, looking down at the tiny spiders.
"You've made this your new hiding spot?" you asked them.
Standing up, you looked out the window and down at the pool, where the lamp still lay at the bottom.
"Did one of those things drag me out of here?" you asked yourself.
You glanced at the baby spiders crawling back into the gashes and then to Shelob.
"If only you guys could talk, I am sure you saw everything." you sighed, trudging back to your bed.
You collapsed into the blanket and hugged the pillow, releasing a tired sigh as your eyes closed.
Behind closed eyes, you could see the monster dogs, and your heart raced with the memory of running as hard as you could.
Then, as if clawing through your memories, you could see the larger monster.
Your eyes shot open, "It wasn't a dog...." you muttered, rolling onto your back.
Hugging the pillow, a chill ran down your spine.
"But it wasn't anything human either, was it? And it's still out there." you thought.
Something tickled at your foot, causing you to squirm.
"Ouch!" you yelped, carefully sitting up.
You drew your foot close. With wide eyes, you watched a large black widow spider working away at the shard in your foot.
Stunned you gawk as the shard finally fell out, and just like that the helpful little creature crawled away.
"Huh." you breathed.
"Did you know her Shelob?" you asked, looking towards the spider tank.
The lamp flickered and you froze.
"No." A deep voice seemed to echo across the air.
It sent a slippery sensation down the back of your neck leaving you unnerved.
"But I do," it called.
"Soon, I shall send her and her family to bring you home." the voice whispered, fading away.
You shut your eyes tightly.
"Voices?" you thought.
However, this voice wasn't in your mind, that you were certain.
It felt as if it had been in the room, in the air. You could feel the fear settling in your chest as you closed your eyes even tighter.
"It's ok... it's just the stress of everything...just lay down and sleep." you told yourself, slowly laying down.
Snuggling into the blanket, you pulled the linen over your head.
In the dark you could see Eddie's face, and feel how his gaze seemed to remind you to remain calm. You were back in the van hiding from the monster.
"Somehow now, at that moment, I think I felt far safer than here in this house." you thought.
Your fear settled down a bit and taking a deep breath you snuggled into bed.
"Try to find some rest...and think of something nice." you told yourself gently petting the leather around your wrist.
As sleep took you, you were left with the vision of talking with Eddie and his friends in the hallway of the school and the hug you'd given them.
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An Undying Companion
Gale winds of relief blew away the vaporized disastrous fog clearing away allowing the Captain to his rigging aboard and embark. Collecting rubble left aboard noticing Casta’s journal left to them now completely ruined and water-logged scrolling through the pages that defined and she often documented her experiences and often wrote about him in a Tale. He felt such guilt, rumors of many librarian’s beliefs; that you can often tell much about how a person treats their books. Though it wasn't his keepsake in a particular way, his obligation was to provide security over cherished.
Luckily knowing the source-material helped. Working with his old skills of forgery and actual genuine experiences began piecing together a new journal for his dear Crewmate’s hopeful return in extra commentary and more heartfelt personal. During his ship-voyage, believing alone going forth for a while, maybe forever onward, this would keep him sane.
Below his cabin a noise was heard below sounding of barrels and storage in the hull being rummaged through. Sharp ears shooting up, “A stowaway, again? Seven Hells! Or is this one another ghost? I pray it's a bewitching company ov’ ever bountiful desire.” Quite alarming how common this was but knowing his fortune it’s probably the eighteenth assassin, maybe was him going crazy from detoxing away from his substances.
Down-below in the bowels, lights were still damaged absent from the last-fight, making things rather gloomy. Within the corner hearing a chewing of meat to bone. He stayed vigilant before kindling a match to ignite a belt-lamp bringing forth the light to his shadow-invader. Pupils flared-disbelieved opening widely, tearing up but never releasing the valve, his fingers fidgeting, before his lips curved in unadulterated; happiness.
Disobediently a crewmate went against his Captain’s words to split for the Summer, or disband knowing internally quite closely his leader. Undying loyalty stood up with cackling chains chewing on a former rabid chocobo’s dismemberment head chewing through the grates of his mouthguard messily eating eye-entrails like mortal’s spaghetti. The resident ghoulish horror on his Crew departed but struggled akin to a hound. With understanding Captain’s true intent or wishes of him disappearing, knowing somewhere Captain faintly, didn’t really desire to separate from his Crew in the slightest but did it to safeguard the traitorous attacks.
Witnessing the ship depart as Captain faced the traitor to reveal itself in confrontation. Couldn’t stop staring back, his intent was obvious; follow. Until the wise Zieton, Elezen observed before encouraging the creature of accursed fright, “You’re going to go after him, huh? Good. Guess I’ll tuck this aetheryte shard in your pocket I conjured, find yourself in peril, or catch-up with danger notwithstanding our agreed reconvening before the foreseeable Moons, I’ll know.” Waving off and walking none of this verbiage seemed like it was processing to a gluttonous creature who seemed to have its animalistic imprint to a degree, committed to repaying his unholy existence.
Two others of Crew’s company sent him off for success, Slafhota who was to be a guardian for him had a strong-sense of emphatically knowing beings and creatures, sweetly asked the Ghoulish to not stray away or become consumed by his hungering ways, trained and conditioned to eat ill and spoiled flesh, that which was diseased, or in some cases, the absolute worst. Individuals that played farce to being monstrous those who sharpen teeth to the softest skin.
Whilst the peculiar, bubbly personality, Viera, Whyte energetically added, “I want to go too! …But catching up with a ship seems like an awful lot of work. Instead, I’m going to do what the Captain said and find something that brings me fulfillment so I can come back and bring him joy with what I learn! Maybe go shopping too with Me-Me! And-and! O~ Anyway maybe you can track him with this friendship bracelet Captain made with seashells. If it doesn't help snuff him out maybe help you know we’re all with you.” She wrapped it on the ghoulish Xaelaen’s horn. No-signs of amusement from any of them but a fiendish growl. Just glad silence came after they were done.
Stoically rushing off following the coastline chasing the sea-vessel in the distance. Encountering multiple ravenous beasts, things proving as obstacles, but cut-through all them, ate them whole with consuming eagerness until using the little hunting in him, spatial perception and enhanced hearing brought him to a mission success.
A rare occurrence of disobedience being accepted Captain couldn’t escape a smirk, the amount of humane emotions urging out of him was defeated by something as detestable, devilishly foul, but it felt so authentic. It brought a realization and revelation just how different things were now, Captain perceived things were returning to him losing everyone or something all-over again, but karma perhaps for the recent event, seemed to be returned instantly. Signs of hope and jolly. “Mate this is gonna require a celebration. I’m glad ye came back. If certain, then we’ll sail this ongoing black together. Plenty of stuff I could use to help in fixin’ up ‘ere. I’m going to need t’ drink-jollies until I’m o’ alabaster white-dead-to-right in complexion, near my grave like ye appear my grim’n’crim lad! But ye make me feel entirely otherwise ~ alive.” Though it wasn't ever vocally echoed back, the ghoulish ink sclera, blood-viciously sanguine hues absorbed, no doubt constantly observing things in powerful details, deciphering and puzzling together; anything with intent, with heartbeats, their expressions slightly shifting and moving. Whenever its curse or affliction showed reprieve, all this would prove to be a pandora’s box, of unbridled importance to determine a genuineness of his nature.
A deadly-sounding shriek snarled out as the Xaela was uprooted off the floorboards in a ferocious bear hug of impressive degree before lowered. Captain confessed, “That’s how one typically shows their fondness n’ greetin’s to a fellow-lad. That or they get a bit more raunchy or share n’ some adultery with company or another, but that can be a lesson in another dawn-break. I’m sure you’d be quite popular as a courtesan, t’ them, I’d reckon you’re an exotic specimen.” Startled the godless fright look paralyzed and confused before finally motioning back, seemingly understanding the motive behind Captain’s first sentimental words, he grabbed the Seeker and tossed him overhead with a overzealous amount of strength, thinking it came down to power to determine who dominantly cared more about their treasured friends.
Bearing that in mind, he’d surely kill them; win if required. The competitiveness of the Xaela still swelled in that bloodstream. Captain let out a painful howl until colliding into a bunch of barrels crashing.
Stricken dazed seeing stars before shrugging it off, “...Ow.” Folded up like an accordion, before recomposing with a heartwarming boisterous laughter and treating this as a challenge to Captain approved, “Alrighte toss’n’ me round’ like the cheapest Eorzean whore?! I wouldn't gone that far, that's comparable to wrestlin’ but I respect yer spirit! Aye… Y’know let me repay that n’ full.” Crackling each knuckle and popping his neck committed to spare, back and forth they’d beat the brakes off another, tossing the other around, punching each other until what should’ve been a common-hug shared became near physical brawls anytime they’d come across another until swelled bones, bruised aches and nearly breaking their bones on each contact putting iron sharpens iron into their bond that was forging.
The Worldly Finder teetering slightly through ebbs and flow, piercing through smashing waves partaking off to the Far East where his Father awaited who could finally provide the answers to his Seeker in a Son. A new-waving flag ruffled through trifling breezes.
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* Attention *
For those of you that like Smut, Psycho Killers and Story time, read below!
This is my first time writing any Smut like stories, so feel free to leave comments on how to do better, or give me new ideas.
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This story is written from the perspective of the reader, who has been taken to MurderWorld (31).
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Today is October 31st 2023. The last thing I could remember was waking up to a phone call from my best friend talking about dressing up for Halloween and going to some slutty party, getting drunk and finally doing something for the holiday. Me and Hayley got dressed in skimpy nurse outfits covered in blood with fake knives, getting tipsy from the few shots of tequila we had whilst heading to a random party we found online.
I started thinking to myself 'how did I end up here, how did it turn out like this' as I was hanging from chains in the middle of a church style building with blood dripping from my body. I felt so numb and disorientated, not being able to work out whether the blood was mine.
As I felt myself coming around, I heard chains to my right shaking and I looked around to see Hayley struggling. I could see the cuts on her face and chest. She started screaming as she looked up to see a strange figure on a balcony above looking down on all of us. I couldn't recognise anyone else who was captured, but I counted five of us.
The figure above lit up as a spotlight shone over him, where he began to explain where we were and why we were here. 'The game is called 31. Each of you will go through a maze throughout 12 hours, but this is a survival game afterall, so you'll be meeting The Heads along the way. There won't be any mercy if either of them finds you'.
That's when we met Sick-Head, who tortured us mentally before undoing the chains and letting us run. 'What sort of fucking game is this?!' I thought to myself as I ran to find somewhere to barricade myself. I could hear Hayley screaming in the distance as she ran a different way, and all I could think was how the fuck was I going to get out of here alive. More to the fact, where the fuck is 'here'?
I ran down a long dark corridor with flickering lights before realisation came upon me about what was going on, and that I was going to die. I leant up against a door and my eyes became blurry as I started crying, wondering how long I had, and when I was going to be killed.
'Snap out of it (Y/N), you will find a way out of here. Or you'll die trying'. I thought to myself, before the door behind me collapsed and I fell to the ground. Slowly I sat up to find a large piece of wood with nails in, probably from the doorframe, leant slightly up against the wall nearby. I looked around to realise I had fallen into some toilets, and saw one cubicle with a door that looked stable enough, so I grabbed the plank of wood and hid inside.
'Ahahahah' I could hear down the hallway. That little bastard Sick-Head was on his way, and I knew deep down I wasn't prepared. I could hear one of the males I saw chained up shouting at him, telling him to open up a gate, as I heard a knife or an axe scrape against the wall past the toilets. It wasn't long before Sick-Head had crept into the toilets and was tormenting me with his laugh and stupidity, calling my number out in spanish. I could hear his footsteps walk around outside the cubicle door, before he pushed it open with force and tried to attack me.
Adrenaline came over me and I fought for my life, and before long Sick-Head was down on the ground. His head was caved in from the wooden plank, as it stuck out of his forehead and nails dug deep into his skin. Was it wrong of me to suddenly feel turned on by the horrors around me? Was it wrong to feel excitement from killing him?
Those questions didn't last long after an announcement came through the speakers giving out the odds for each 'player'. One down, god knows how many more left, I thought to myself. After a few more hours of 'playing', we had only just over 4 hours left, and I had no idea who was still alive, or what came next.
Walking further down what seemed an empty corridor, I came to a large metal door with a small window in, but as I stepped closer I could see a figure of a man with his hair slicked back and white paint covering his face. He had blood dripping from his lips as he smiled eerily towards me before he turned away. 'Doom-Head'. The words slipped from my lips as a whisper, remembering some drawings I had seen on the walls of all the different 'Heads'. I didn't know anything that was going on, or what was going to happen, but I knew he was the one to be the most scared of.
There it was again. 'Is it wrong to be turned on by this? Is it wrong to feel something when I saw him look me deep in the eyes from the window'? What the fuck is wrong with me, I kept thinking to myself.
I found myself in a large room with metal bars as barriers, and multiple giant containers scattered around. I started wondering if I just needed to survive the timer, and what would happen to me if I did.
Two more hours went by in complete silence, sat inside of a locked container. That feeling came back, and the darkness in me settled down. I could feel myself wondering that if I was to die, why sit here in fear waiting for it to end. My hands wandered down my body and underneath my dress, as I tried to think about being somewhere else. Thoughts of the party and being drunk raced through my mind, as I was dancing with some guys and feeling a rush of ecstacy. But then floods of thoughts of having Doom-Head stood infront of me with his knife to my throat made me whisper his name. Ofcourse, I didn't know his real name, but 'Doom' was enough to make me feel the pleasure I was looking for.
And at that moment, I heard a knife scrape up against the wall of the container, as I covered my mouth to silence my heavy breathing. This was it, the end. The container door slid open and he stood there in a dull light, but I could see his smile through the makeup and blood, as he gazed upon me, my skirt lifted up showing me in all vulnerability. I waited as I stared at him, wondering when he was going to attack. But he didn't. Not the way I expected.
'Tut tut tut' he muttered as he slowly walked towards me, lowering his knives and sliding them into the back of his waistband. 'It's a shame (Y/N), I enjoyed the way you fought for your life. I wanted to watch you scream beneath me before plunging myself inside you'. And there it was again, that damn feeling rushing to my head. 'Plunging himself inside me.' My thoughts were definitely different to his.
And after I blinked, there he was. Stood right infront of me, grinning showing all of his teeth and the blood dripping from his lips. 'What's the matter, little girl?' He asked. I could feel my legs shake and my lips tremble as I couldn't bring myself to speak any words to him. 'A little shy are we?' He asked as he took his gaze down my body to see my dress lifted up to my chest, showing my skin underneath. I didn't know where to look. His eyes? No. His hands incase he grabbed his knife. No. I looked up to find him biting his lip as he mentally undressed me completely. 'Do you want me to beg?' I whispered in fear. 'Do you get pleasure watching the vulnerable kneel before you?' I knew how I meant it, but did he?
His eyes looked back into mine as he smiled and took out his knives from behind him and placed them against my throat. 'Oh, you'll beg for me.' He slowly lowered my body down to the ground guided by the sharp blades and lifted them up to force my chin, making me look up at him. 'Is this how you want me?' I shamefully asked, not knowing if he was about to slit my throat for his own pleasure.
Before long, Doom-Head knelt down to grab the bottom of my dress and ripped it off. 'Another shame' he said. 'I quite like a woman in roleplay', hinting at my nurse outfit. I found myself smiling as he did, hoping deep down he wasn't going to kill me just yet. He ran his blades up my legs before getting to my thighs and shouting at me. 'Stand up!' I shot up before he dropped a knife from his right hand so he could place his hand around my neck, continuing to slide the other blade between my legs. 'Is this what turns you on?' He asked. 'Your wet self is cleaning my knives for me'. I could feel the blood from them wiping up against me as he slide the knife against my body, as he continued to smile his evil smile.
Thoughts raced through my mind. How far was this going to go? When would he stop playing and tormenting me?
Another announcement came through the speakers. '31 minutes left, let's have a good time.'
'That's enough time for a whole lotta fun, don't you think?' Doom-Head whispered as he looked into my eyes and smiled once more. 'I guess so' I muttered with fear. He gripped around my neck tighter and tighter before he shouted 'fuck!' and pushed me up against the wall of the container. He looked at me with anger and rage in his eyes, but he still didn't seem to want to end it just yet. He was enjoying this game as much as I was.
Doom-Head grabbed my hair and dragged me to turn me around, facing the container wall. His knife softly scraped down my spine before I heard it drop to the floor joining the other one. I turned my head to see him taking off his suit jacket and tie before he shouted again. 'Turn your fucking head back around'. I heard the buttons on his suit trousers and felt his hand grab my waist as he lowered them to his ankles, before digging his fingers into my skin on my lower back as he grabbed me and pushed himself inside me. He didn't start slow and soft. He just rammed himself inside me hard and fast, gripping tighter and tighter.
I lost track of time as the pleasure overcame me, feeling him deep inside me and hearing him breathe in a heavy pace, feeling every part of him ruin me.
The buzzer sounded and the announcer stated 'Weapons down, weapons down. This is the end of 31'. 'FUCK!' Doom-Head shouted again as he was about to finish. 'You fucking whore' he said as he pushed me away from him when he was done. I fell to the ground, hitting my head on the floor.
I finally came back around finding him kneeling down infront of me, leaning over with his hand on my cheek. 'You cost me money, little one'. I looked into his eyes as he smiled and the sound of his knife flicked. He could see the fear in my eyes as I looked him deep into his, begging for my life. I looked down to see the other knife still on the ground next to him. 'The game is over, but I have to get out alive' I thought to myself. I thrusted my body forward to grab the knife but Doom-Head knew my next moves and grabbed it before I did. 'That's not how you play fair' he said to me with a softer sounding voice. 'And I demanded double pay this year.'
'You'll have to make it up to me then, won't you' he stated, as he grabbed me by the hair and lifted me up to my feet. 'And you'll do as you are told for being spared.' He smiled at me again before he ran his knife over my lips and told me I had to join 31 with him, so he could watch me kill others and do this all over again with him.
Ofcourse, I agreed.
#rob zombie#horror#smut#stories#doomhead#rob zombie 31#michael myers#otis driftwood#art the clown#reader discretion advised
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Stardew Valley Shane x Reader pt. 2
CONTENT WARNING: Suicidal tendencies, attempt of suicide, alcohol poisoning, vomit, dry heaves, depression, hospitalization, feelings of guilt, traumatic experiences. I have put this under a mature filter to try to warn people, but please still be cautious if any of the above things are triggering to you or have the risk of putting you into a dark place yourself.
[Other things to note: this has a lot of the actual dialogue from the game as I felt it didn’t need to be changed/ felt like chasing things too much would be disrespectful to the original vision for the scene.]
[On a more positive note, this is very long because I can’t stand leaving things on a dower note. So this is basically two fics for the price of one]
The rain would have been pleasant on most days, but since you had been rushing through it for a while it was starting to sting as your body heat cooled. The cool winds of autumn were starting to encroach on the late summer, making the temperature steadily drop the later the day got.
None of this was at the front of your thoughts. You had stopped at Marnie’s and she looked ill. She made sure to usher you to the kitchen so that Jas couldn’t hear the two of you talking where she was playing in the living room. “Have you seen Shane?” She asked as soon as she thought that she was out of Jas’s hearing range.
“Not today. I didn’t see him at the saloon last night either.” The response came slowly as you already didn’t like where this was going. Shane’s drinking was bad, and getting worse by the week. That was one of the reasons that you were going to stop by Marnie’s in the first place; you wanted to check on him and maybe talk to Marnie about the two of you teaming up to convince Shane to get the help he needed. It was clear that you and she talking to him separately wasn’t working, and you knew that he was in a dark, dangerous place.
“I got a call from Joja Mart. Morris said that he didn’t show up for his shift.” Marnie was struggling not to talk too quickly from her on-setting panic. “At first I thought that he just took the day for himself. With how difficult it is asking for days off, I figured that he just took matters into his own hands. I was thankful that he could finally rest for once. But…”
Marnie swallowed back the lump in her throat and pushed back the tears threatening to start up. “But, no one has heard a thing from him. At least no one that usually sees him. I asked Gus to keep a lookout around town, but I haven’t heard back from him yet. I want to go out and look for Shane, but if Gus calls while I’m away…”
Marnie looked back toward the living room. “I don’t want Jas to know about this until she has to. Or until… until there’s some sort of answer. It… she gets so upset when she knows Shane’s in trouble.”
Of course, you volunteered to help look for Shane; after what Marnie told you, you were planning on doing so anyway. You told her your plan to check around the edges of the pond first, then work your way through the rest of the forest from there. Your stomach lurched every time you looked over the water. As much as those thoughts were the last thing you wanted going through your mind, the reality of the situation made them something that you had to think about. Thankfully, you were reaching the bottom edge of the pond and there was nothing there other than the fish enjoying the rain.
Just as you were about to walk the board bridges to the little island close to the center of the pond, you noticed something just past the tree line, out by the cliffs in front of the small beaches below. Even in the clouded grey of the early, rainy evening, you could make out the bright green of a shirt under a ratty, blue jacket. Not even giving another second of thought, you sprinted over.
Sure enough, it was Shane. He looked frighteningly still, and even more frighteningly pale. How long had he been out here in the rain? There were bottles and cans all around him, more than enough beer to last two people for almost a month. Some of them were still unopened, which you could be thankful for. Those extra few might have been enough to kill him. As it was, he was still breathing, but just barely from the little movements of his back and shoulders.
Though you wanted to rush over to him right away, you paused.
Shane was close to the edge of the cliff- too close.
With his limbs spread out haphazardly, it looked like he passed out; one foot was even dangling off the edge. You were fearful that if you approached him too quickly it could startle him, and with how precarious his position was that would be the worst thing to do. So, feeling that there was little other option, you got as close as you dared and called out his name as gently as possible.
This made Shane move slightly; nothing more than turning his head to look at you which seemed like it was difficult to do. He mumbled something that sounded like a slurred version of your name before flopping his head back onto the muddy sod beneath him.
You nudged your way a bit closer to him and knelt down. You still didn’t dare to touch him in any way as to not invite him to jerk away or make any other sort of quick motions. There was still the danger of him falling.
“I… I’m sorry…*hic*” Shane moaned out. The convulsion in his chest was too violent to be called a hiccup and seemed to be physically painful putting a quick end to whatever words his brain fog was letting through.
“M… My life…” The next bit was more of a sob to himself before he grimaced and spat out, “It’s a pathetic joke…”
Shane shifted a bit, away from the edge, thank goodness, and the feeling of wet grass and slick mud made him cringe. Yet, it seemed like he couldn’t get himself up, stopping to even try to after straining for a few moments. “Look at me…” Shane lamented, feeling more a part of the grime that he was stuck in than the human body he inhabited. “Why do I even try?” He croaked out before breaking into a sob once more.
“I’m too small and stupid to…” Shane tried to prop himself up again, this time making it to leaning on his elbow before taking a moment to try to steady himself. “…to take control of my life…” Just as he was stretching his arms out to try to sit up entirely, the bottle that was still in his hand slipped in the slick grass, causing Shane to lose balance a fall down, landing back on the ground with a loud splat and a painful thump. The bottle shooting across the ground and falling off the cliff with a few tings followed by a loud crash made you realize just how close to the edge he was and that the next time he slipped it could lead to disaster.
So, you grabbed under his arms and pulled him forward a good few inches. You would have gone more, but Shane started it resist your moving of his body. Not wanting to lose progress, you let him go, relieved that his foot was no longer dangling off the ledge. His poor shoe didn’t survive the ordeal; there’s only so much jostling a slip-on can handle.
“I’m just a p…” It seemed that the small trip across the ground was a bit much for him as he swallowed hard to block anything from coming up. “…piece of soiled garbage flittering in the wind…”
No longer able to hold the contents of his stomach in, Shane vomited up anything that he could get out. You got the feeling this wasn’t the first time this had happened today, and in an odd way, you could be thankful for that. There was the worry of dehydration, but at least his body was doing everything it could to try to fight alcohol poisoning despite his efforts. There wasn’t much left for him to get rid of based on the painful dry heaving he was doing, and based on the consistency of what did come out, he was down to bile, which caused him to cough and sputter a bit as it burned his throat and stung his nose.
Once he got his head and throat cleared out, he took a few moments to steady his breathing and clear his head. You almost didn’t hear what he was saying once he started to speak again, his voice was so soft and broken. “I’ve been coming here often lately… looking down…”
It wasn’t by chance that he was so close to the ledge earlier. Your heart sank and screamed for his to feel it doing so. Words were gone, and you could only hope that he knew you saw his pain. You and others cared for him and you saw how hurt he was, that you wanted to help him, whatever that meant. At the moment that help was to get him to even be able to see this in the first place.
“Here’s a chance to finally take control of my life…” his bare foot stretched out to feel the rocky ground it was hanging from earlier like it was trying to make its way back that direction. “These cliffs…”
Shane heaved heavily, it caused his whole body to tense and then go limp.
“B… bu…”
More bile that neither of you thought his body even still held sputtered from his mouth and hit his chin and shirt before making its way to the ground with the rest of the filth Shane had been lying in. He seemed to hardly even notice it a moment after it happened. “…but I’m too scared, too anxious. Just like always…”
Shane whimpered your name once more as you moved him once again, trying your best to avoid the piles of vomit that reeked like rotten yeast. Shane felt icy to the touch. This wasn’t good. He had been lying out in the rain for too long and he needed to get to the hospital as soon as possible. Harvey would know how to help him much better than you could.
“All I do is work, sleep, and drink … t… to dull the feelings of self-hatred.” The breath that he took shortly after saying this was strangled, and you flipped him over to lie on his back, using your hands to shield his face from the rain as best you could while you tried to think of the best way to lift him from the ground and walk him through the forest.
“Why should I even go on? Tell me… T…” a sob constricted his body, “Tell me why I shouldn’t roll off this cliff right now…”
This almost sounded like a threat, but the way that he reached his hands up to grip at your pant legs like you were the only thing keeping him from falling gave away that despite all of the things chewing on his mind, he was still fighting for something, anything, for him to hold onto, both mentally and physically.
It seemed that Shane wasn’t aware of how far away from the cliff you had already moved him. Between that and the fact that he seemed like he was starting to fade in and out of consciousness, you knew you had to act fast not only to get him to Harvey but also to keep him awake. You weren’t sure if alcohol poisoning was like concussions in that way, but you weren’t going to take that chance.
“Jas needs you.” You stated as you knelt even lower to sling one of his arms over your shoulders. “You’re like a father to her.”
“… You’re right. Jas…” Another sob shook his body adding to your stumbling as you tried to stand him up while keeping your balance. “Ugh, God… I’m a horrible, *hic*… selfish person.”
You wanted more than anything to deny that, but you were currently using all of your energy to help him stumble through the woods, trying to plot your way carefully so Shane didn’t step on anything that could hurt his bare foot.
“Now I feel even worse…” Shane sobbed as he leaned more of his weight on you. It wasn’t only to keep his balance, but also because having you near made him feel grounded, made him feel safe.
About halfway back around the lake, Shane mumbled your name to get your attention. “…I think you should take me to the hospital now.” He slurred as his legs gave out.
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You sat nervously in the waiting room, still soaked from the rain and covered in whatever Shane had all over him, mud, vomit, and all. After his legs gave out, you had to wrap his arms around your neck and practically carry him all the way to the hospital like that, his feet only moving the minimal amount and only part of the time. Harvey actually met you pretty soon after you had gotten into town as Jodie saw you two limping your way past her house and called him.
The door to the main part of the hospital opened and Harvey motioned for you to follow him back. “I’ve pumped his stomach and rehydrated his body. He’s going to be okay.” The amount of relief that washed over you almost made you collapse; your sore muscles, cold body, and frazzled mind aided in your shakiness.
“It’s good that you brought him in, though,” Harvey added before taking a deep, troubled breath and almost held it. “Too much alcohol is terrible for the body…” he let out the remainder of the breath in one, controlled puff as he thought over his wording. “…but right now I’m most worried about his mental health…”
“When he comes to, I’ll have a chat with him about his treatment options. I know an excellent counselor in Zuzu City…”
There was another pause as he thought things over.
“Life can be painful sometimes…” Harvey said as he kept looking at you while your eyes drifted over to the thin curtain that was used to make a makeshift room for Shane. “But, there’s always hope for a better future. You’ve got to believe in that.”
There was another moment of silence before Harvey got your attention away from the place you were staring at. “That counselor in Zuzu City that I told you about. Perhaps you should keep them in mind as well.”
You swallowed, looked at the curtain once more.
“Is that an official referral?” You asked.
“For the moment, a friendly suggestion. What you went through today… that was more traumatic than you might even realize at the moment.” That was an odd thing to hear as you already felt plenty traumatized. He seemed to pick up on what you were thinking and explained. “Even though you are certainly feeling plenty of it right now, things could become even more… difficult in the next few days as the shock wears off.”
You made no response but to sigh.
“Look, go home, get cleaned up, get warmed up, and get as much rest as you can manage,” Harvey instructed. You were starting to realize that him bringing you back here was as much to do with him checking on you as you checking on Shane. “And, if anything, and I mean anything, about this is bothering you, call me. Shane needs to know that he’s not alone. And, you do too.”
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Once you got home and took a shower, you still couldn’t get your mind to shut off. Even though you were in your house with your pet, and the fireplace sending a pleasant warmth through the whole room, mentally you were still on those cliffs. The only difference was that in replaying the events over and over again, your mind started to come up with scenarios where things went differently, for better or for worse.
What if you were more diligent and got together with Marnie earlier? Would that have stopped Shane from what he did today? Or, what if you had decided to search another part of the forest first? Would you have gotten there in time, or-
Shaking your head to free it from the horrible what-if’s that were gnawing it to death, you walked over to your phone. You dialed Marnie. You knew that Harvey said you could call him, but it would make you feel better if you heard that she was doing alright.
The phone rang for about three buzzes before it was answered.
“Hello?” A little voice answered.
“Jas?” This was unexpected, you would have thought that surely she would be in bed by this time.
“Hi!” She answered more friendly when she realized it was you.
“Honey, is your Aunt Marnie there?”
“Yeah. AUNT MARNIE!” She called across their house.
“Hey, do you know where Uncle Shane is? Aunt Marnie said he was staying somewhere else tonight.”
Marnie must have not told Jas what was happening yet. You knew that she would, and you also knew that she knew when would be the best time to tell her niece something that heavy.
“I can’t say, kiddo.” Was all you were able to tell her about it. “Are you going to be alright if Shane is away for a bit?”
“Yeah. Shane is gone a lot. Oh! Here’s Marnie.”
There was a bit of taps and scratches against the receiver as the phone was being handed over.
“Hello? Are you there?” Marnie asked once she had gotten the phone up to her ear.
“Yeah.” you replied, “Look, I know it’s late and I won’t keep you long. But, I just wanted to see if Harvey had gotten ahold of you.”
There was a sigh that was both relieved and stressed on the other end of the line.
“Yes, he did. Thank you for checking.” She sounded like she was about to cry. “And, thank you for… god, if you didn’t find him when you did…”
“Hey, don’t worry about that.” You told her, even though that was the exact reason that you were calling her. You told yourself it was keeping an eye on each other instead of being hypocritical.
“Y…you’re right,” Marnie said and sniffled her tears back. “How about you, dear? Are you doing alright?”
It was sweet of her to ask. Marnie was always looking out for other people, even in times like these where she must have been going through a lot.
“I’m doing fine, Marnie. Thanks.”
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It had been about a week since you had found Shane by the cliffs. Marnie had told you that he had gotten back home a few days after he was admitted to the hospital and that he was supposed to rest for a long time after that. That’s what you assumed that he would be doing this morning, especially seeing as it was still quite early; early enough that the sun was only just starting to shine fully.
Yet, when you opened your door to head into your fields, there was an awkward-looking Shane standing there with his hand up like he was just about to knock.
“Hey…” he cleared his throat and debated on what to do with his hand for a few seconds before pretending like he was just going to smooth down his hair.
“Hey.” You said back.
You both fidgeted for a minute or two with anything that you could find to keep yourselves busy. Finally, Shane broke the silence.
“Oh, man… Uh… How do I say this?” He groaned as he looked everywhere he could except at you.
Shane took a breath, calmed his nerves, “I’m really sorry about what happened at the cliffs. That was… embarrassing…”
Whatever awkward feelings you had were pushed aside by the overwhelming need to comfort someone dear to you. You took his hand without even realizing it, your subconscious wanting to be close to him at least in some way. “I’m just happy you’re still here.” You assured him. Shane was on the way to getting the help that he needed; more important help than you could ever dream of giving him. But, he needed to know that he wasn’t alone. And, you were more than happy to let him know that you were there for him, that you cared for him.
“Wow, it was that serious, huh?” He marveled before adding in a guilty tone, “I can hardly remember…”
Shane took his hand away from yours and turned away, and watched the newly turned, orange and yellow leaves leave their trees and float in the air. Without looking back to you, he kept talking. “I’ve decided I want to see a therapist. Harvey got me in touch with a colleague of his…”
You turned to watch the leaves with him. You weren’t sure how long both of you stood there, but you didn’t care. He was here, and that was all that mattered.
“Anyway…” Shane started to talk again, but paused a moment. You felt his hand take yours, hesitantly at first, but the hold became more confident very quickly. “I just wanted to thank you for taking care of me. And, I want you to know that I’m going to take things a little more seriously from now on.
The hold on your hand loosened a bit as his whole body seemed to slump at a thought.
“I don’t want to be a burden on anyone…” he muttered.
You kept your eyes on the leaves but acknowledged him by giving his hand a squeeze.
Shane gave a sigh of relief and squeezed your hand back as the two of you continued to watch the sun rise more onto the little patches of red, yellow, and orange that danced on the breeze.
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waiting | peter parker
summary: you're trying to be paitent with him, the war with thanos can't possibly have been easy to deal with, much less the trauma. you've given peter all you have, but it's gotten too much.
angst? mentions of past ed, mentions of purging, mentions of sex (like one), cursing a bit, mean petey, panic attck kinda
after the war with thanos, peter had grown distant. and you didn't blame him, you figured that he was giving himself a break, he was taking time to heal. and you understood that, peter was grieving.
you always tried to be there for him, but he made it hard sometimes.
never did you hold it against him.
peter had lost his mentor, his teammates, and beyond that- his family. you didn't expect him to move on, it was a lot at once, even more so with the blip. he was still adjusting (you were too, but this was different).
he spent nights on the couch, outside who-knows-where, and sometimes... sometimes he would drink. you took note of the fact he tried not to do it around you.
but some nights he would come home late, stenched in the strong odor of beer and sweat. peter would be drunk and snappy, and yes, at times it scared you.
not that you'd ever tell peter that.
but his "grieving" grew unhealthy, and who were you to let that slide? he wouldn't eat or drink properly, god knows about his hygene, and he wasn't getting enough sleep. so you made him cooperate, which did result in many arguements, but it did work for the most part. but your relationship, you felt, wouldn't ever be the same.
date nights? what were those?
kissing? nope.
sex? no. never. (not that it was a big deal for you, you could care less about that.)
no hand-holding.
and no cuddles. cuddles. none of those.
peter snapped at you often. he struggled to contain his temper, and easily grew annoyed. it was like even the smallest remark could lead to something big.
"peter, you have to eat. you didn't have breakfast."
"you didn't either."
"that's different. i haven't been skipping my meals."
"why? you've been throwing up instead?"
he watched as your face twisted into disbelief and pain. but you pushed it away, dead-set on getting peter to eat.
"this isn't healthy, love."
"neither is you getting on the scale a hundred times a day."
you had been checking your weight more frequently again, part of the reason being the fact that you were scared peter didn't love you anymore because you were getting fat. but it wasn't unhealthy.
you recognized the problem. you told your therapist, stopping it from becoming something bad.
but peter wouldn't know that. he wouldn't know anything.
"please don't go there," you whispered quietly, "i just want you to be happy, okay? and healthy." that must've been where he felt like the conversation had ended, so he left. you didn't know what to do anymore. so you cried. because that felt like the only thing you could do right.
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(first person)
"i just don't know what to do-"
"you know you have, like, an actual therapist for this, right?" mj asked, raising an eyebrow.
"well, yeah, but she doesn't know peter like you do."
she sighed, locking eyes with me, "y/n, peter's being a dick, and i don't know when he'll see that you aren't somebody for him to take his anger out onto. you shouldn't be taken for granted."
"mj, it's not like that. he's just-"
"what? grieving? is that what you've been telling yourself? babes, this isn't even that anymore. it's unhealthy. not just for him, but for you. yeah, he lost people. i did, too. my mom died, y/n, she died. and i wasn't in that hospital with her while she was on her deathbed. why? because of the fucking blip. but i've moved on. everyone has, because where will moping around like an alcohol addict get you?
"know what? i'll answer that for you. nowhere. it'll get you nowhere. i get it, you want to be there for him-"
"no! you don't get it! i love him! i-i need... i need to be there for him," my sentence broke into quiet sobs, and mj pulled my close to her, rubbing my back.
"i know, i know," she cooed. soon enough, my crying ceased, and i pulled away with red eyes.
"what do i do, then? just leave him? he doesn't have anyone."
"talk to him. maybe he'll change."
"and if he doesn't?"
mj gave me a look, because i already knew the answer. yes, in a way she was right. it was an unhealthy, toxic relationship. peter was pulling me down, and he was breaking off a piece of my heart every passing day.
thinking about not being with him, left me with a dull ache, but at the same time, it was a crushing sensation, one that broke me down completely. i couldn't imagine a life without him.
he was my life. he... is my life? was it too late to be speaking in the present tense?
maybe mj was right. maybe i needed to talk to him.
but i was scared. i was really, really scared. what if...? what if it ended horribly? and i never saw him again?
what if i left him, and no one was there for peter... and he'd- he'd die? because he wasn't sleeping right? or eating enough? or staying hydrated?
what if he needed someone to help patch him up? but no one was there? would he simply bleed out?
my heart sped faster at the thought, and my breath came out ragged.
"woah, hey, breathe."
i pushed away any and all thoughts of him, focusing on inhaling and exhaling, trying to get my heartbeat to normal.
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(peter's pov)
"peter!" y/n chirped, a grin on her face. i sighed, already feeling a migraine come on. i didn't want to talk. i wanted to sleep, or... i don't know. just not talk.
"you know that book i've been reading? it's really good, by the way, i think you'd really like it. there's this boy who reminds me of you," she wiggled her eyebrows, "he's like, super scared of spiders. which is ironic."
i tried to tune her out, but her voice was loud. really loud. my head was blaring, and i kind of wanted to puke.
stop talking. please.
"-coming here! they've got a convention and everything? can you believe it? and, get this, i got us both freaking tickets! we can, like, have a date or something. it's from 2:00-6:00, so we can get food at this fancy new diner that just opened up-"
has y/n always been this annoying? there's no way. if i'd known before, i doubt i would've started this.
i gritted my teeth, ready to pull all of my hair out. how much would it take for her to fuck off?
"oh my god," i muttered, completely done and exasperated. "do you ever consider carrying around a plant for all the oxygen you waste everyday?"
i watched her smile drop instantly, satisfied. for once, it felt good to hurt someone. i was so goddamn tired of always helping everyone. this was barely a tenth of how i felt. she blinked rapidly, and i went back to the web shooter.
damn thing just wouldn't-
"can we talk?" i inhaled sharply.
"what, y/n? what? what could you possibly have to say that you haven't already said yet?"
"i-i, um, i-"
"is that all you know how to say?"
"no, i'm sorry. no, wait, no i'm not. you're the one being a dick. which is precisely why i wanted to talk."
"jeez. what do you want me to say?"
"you don't have to say anything. not yet. can you- can you just listen?"
i didn't answer, going back to tinkering. if this would make her feel better, then whatever.
"i just... i feel like we aren't the same. you aren't, at least. and maybe i've changed too, i don't know. i can't really dicate that for myself, that wouldn't be fair," she laughed, and i could practically feel her nervousness. y/n's heartbeat was loud, too, so loud that it felt like it was banging the in the back of my head. i could smell the sweat on her hands, too.
what did she possibly have to say that was freaking her out like this?
"i love you, peter. i haven't stopped."
"...okay?"
"i'm trying to say that i want things to go back to normal. i don't know if that's even possible, but i know we can try. because i'm willing to make things work, and give you another chance."
i spun around, narrowing my eyes at her. ""i'm sorry, 'another chance'?"
"um... yeah?" y/n said, and i could tell she was getting less confident.
"why the absolute, and i cannot stress this enough, the fuck would i need another chance?"
"do you hear yourself? the way you're speaking to me? how- how did we go from that... to this? my gosh, you used to be the sweetest boy ever. you apologized for things that weren't even your fault, and you said 'thank you' for things you didn't need to say to. what happened to that?"
"spider-man happened. and why are you making me sound like the bad guy? i save lives because i can, out of my free will."
"i miss you," she whispered. "i miss my peter. this isn't- you aren't-"
"aren't what? go on. because i-"
"shut up. shut the fuck up and let me talk. for once in your life, listen," i snapped my mouth shut, waiting, and shocked.
"a memory. a faded picture. a failed potential. because that's all we are now, right? why fight for something i know will go nowhere? why fight for someone who can't fight for me back? you know what i've realized?
"i've realized there is so much more to the world than this, than you. i realized how much love i could give to the world and how stupid i was for only giving that love to you when you didn't even deserve it.
"this is what i feared the most. this moment right here. the transition between having something and having nothing but regret. and it's happening right now, right in front of my eyes, and there's nothing i can even do about it.
but, peter, this is for me. this is so i can grow and let go. because now i know that you won't change. if this is the way that it's going to go now, i want no part of it."
she was crying now, and i scoffed. "what the hell are you even saying? what do you mean?"
"what i mean is, i'm going to stop watering a dead flower, expecting it to grow again. it's over. this is over."
i didn't know what to say, so i gaped at her. what did she mean "over"? y/n wasn't going to just leave, i knew she didn't have that in her.
"so that's it? because once i get out of that door, what we once had will perish. i'm afraid i'm not ready for that yet. maybe i never will be."
"fine, then. leave. you'll be back anyways," i shrugged, and she sighed, shaking her head.
so i let her. i let her leave.
and then i waited for her to come back.
i waited a long time.
i still am.
that's when i realized how she felt.
she'd been waiting, too.
the only difference was that we'd switched roles.
#tom holland#tom holland x reader#peter parker#spiderman#peter parker x you#angst#peter parker x reader#reader discretion advised
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Chapters: 3/3
Fandom: Karate Kid (Movies), Karate Kid (Movies) RPF, Cobra Kai, The Karate Kid: Part III
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Terry Silver/Reader
Characters: Terry Silver, Margaret Spencer, Milos Dadok, You, Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Feeding Kink, Mind Manipulation, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Food Kink, Control Issues, Extremely Dubious Consent, Dubious Ethics, Body Dysphoria, Weight Gain, Weight Issues, Period Typical Attitudes, Period-Typical Sexism, Dom/sub Undertones, Fear of Flying, Athletes, Possessive Behavior, Jealousy, Food Issues, Stuffing, Body Worship, Body Dysmorphic Disorder, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Dominance, Submission, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Food Porn, Size Kink, Insecurity, Fat Shaming, Terry Silver is His Own Warning, Terry Silver Being Terry Silver, Creepy Terry Silver, Loss of Control, Gluttony, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Slow Burn
Summary:
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【"Ｔｈｅ ｂｏｄｙ， ｉｔ ｃｒａｖｅｓ ｓｅｎｓａｔｉｏｎ．
Ａｌｌ ｓｅｎｓａｔｉｏｎ.
Ｉｔ ｗａｎｔｓ ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ ｉｔ＇ｓ ｒｉｇｈｔｆｕｌｌｙ ｅｎｔｉｔｌｅｄ ｔｏ．"】
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Terry Silver's agenda always was to feed you until you couldn't move. Ensure you're all his. He's made it his mission.
#yeah it's a terry silver feederism fanfic#reader discretion advised#terry silver#terry silver x reader#kk3#cobra kai#all the warnings
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She already tasted so good, he was almost becoming addicted to the scent of her skin and the noises that she made just for him. Of that, he was very certain, he had dug his own metaphorical claws into her long ago. Although they had sex a few times before, this was a different experience for him. “I'll be good, so good that you won't even remember your own name” he whispered, yet his eyes spoke that he understood the potential risk, yet the lust he felt overpowered much. Lifting her dress over her head he turned her around, unclasping her bra and throwing it to the side, squeezing her but cheeks and teasing her mound through her underwear, just a gentle stroke. Lifting her up he laid her on the bed, his movements calculated as he climbed on top of her, eyes roaming and his kisses became harder. His tongue lapped at her mouth, demanding entrance, one hand cradling her head whilst the other one slipped under her panties and slipped into her folds. “You really do want me” he breathed in between kisses. His mouth moving down to tease her nipples.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Legend & Twilight & Warriors (Linked Universe)
Characters: Legend (Linked Universe), Twilight (Linked Universe), Warriors (Linked Universe)
Additional Tags: Linked Universe (Legend of Zelda), Febuwhump 2024, Bite down on this, Impaling, Blood and Gore, Blood and Injury, First Aid, Held Down, Panic, Twilight (Linked Universe) Has a Bad Time, Captain Warriors (Linked Universe), Good Sibling Legend (Linked Universe), Soft Warriors (Linked Universe)
Series: Part 3 of The Realities of Being My Favorite Character During a Leap Year (Febuwhump 2024)
Summary:
While exploring a dungeon, Wars, Twilight, and Legend happen upon a chest. Legend checks for traps, but not thoroughly enough...
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There & Back Again : xreader addition (fem/afab)
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎: 8000+ words: (CW: angst. nightmares. strained family dynamic. mentions of blood. depictions of bullying)
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Soft knocks shook the bathroom door, causing you to jump.
"Sorry! It's just me....um I've got a box of stuff, alcohol wipes, band-aids, I dunno, cotton and shit. Might be helpful." Eddie said, looking up at the door.
He waited for a response, but you remained quiet.
You watched the door with caution, a damp wad of tissue turned a soft pink in one hand.
"Um... I'm just gonna leave it at the door, and I'll be....up front if you need anything." Eddie offered.
You could hear items rattle just outside.
Throwing the tissue into the toilet and flushing, you crept to the door. Opening it slightly, you pulled the box inside before closing the door.
Hearing the toilet flush several times, Eddie turned on his stereo fairly loud before taking a seat on the sofa.
"This shit is fucking insane," he thought, pressing his knuckles to his mouth.
If there had been a time when he needed his Uncle to return home early, it was now. Bouncing one leg up and down nervously, Eddie sighed.
"You don't end up like that with some simple nodding off and rolling off the road." Eddie thought, recalling the welts on your arms and exposed across your chest where the dress looked to have been ripped open.
Eddie gave his head a hard shake, hoping to knock the image of little rivers of blood trickling down your legs, and the discoloration that was forming.
Hearing the door open, Eddie glanced up, "you ok?" He asked cautiously.
You stood in the hall before the bathroom door, you didn't know how to answer as he watched you like you would collapse at any given moment.
Chewing your lip, you side glanced, the box of medical aid in hand.
"Um... I-I'm ok." you said quietly.
Pushing off the sofa Eddie headed towards you and you were quick to take a few steps back.
With a tilt of his head, Eddie looked down at your trembling arms.
He then spoke softly, "Ok, it's ok. You're ok."
Holding a hand out in front of himself as if calming a frightened stray.
"I'm just gonna get the box." He said, taking timid timed steps towards you.
"You look like you really went through it, would you like some water before I take you to that payphone?" He asked.
you watched Eddie's Chameleon-like steps and relaxed slightly, under different circumstances you might have laughed, but rather all you could think was-
"I must look a terrified mess"
And your mind answered, "you are."
"Or you can use the phone here to call-"
you cut off his words quickly, "No!"
Eddie held his hands up and stopped walking.
His tongue stuck out from his lips a bit as he side glanced.
"That isn't good, is it?" He thought.
"Ok, we'll go to the payphone" he reassured, slowly taking the box from your hands.
As his fingertips lightly grazed over your own, you felt the first bit of warmth you'd felt all night, for a fleeting second.
"I'm going to put this back," Eddie said, he waited for an answer and received a small nod before heading back into the kitchen.
"So water?" He asked reaching up towards the cabinet containing glasses.
"Please," you said.
"Coming, right up." Eddie sang slightly under his breath, opening the freezer and cracking three ice cubes free from the tray.
You watched him intently as he filled the glass with Ice and turned on the faucet. You lick your bottom lip as your throat suddenly felt scratchy and burned slightly. The kind of feeling one gets when you've run until your lungs are caving in.
"Here you go," Eddie said. Turning to you he handed you the cool glass of water.
you held it up to the light and examined it causing Eddie to arch a brow.
"Heh, I know most people don't have nice things to say about me but...." Eddie murmured, suddenly feeling awkward as he twirled his hair around his finger.
"I'd like to think I wouldn't lace an injured girl's water." He said.
Startled, you lowered the glass, "I-I'm sorry it's just a habit....really." you said quickly.
"I just...." you stopped yourself.
Your gaze lowered regretfully, "I can't explain to him why." you thought, quietly taking a sip.
You could feel him looking at you, awaiting the full explanation. So quickly you downed the water and passed back the glass.
"Thank you." you murmured.
"Anytime? Though hopefully not like this again." Eddie sighed.
"You ready?" he asked, gathering his car keys.
You gave a feeble nod and went to take off Eddie's jacket.
"You can keep that until we get you to a phone, or longer. You can just give it back to me at school." Eddie said holding the door open.
You zipped the jacket and stepped outside, you watched Eddie close and locked up his house before heading for his van.
"Do you always help random strangers?" you asked while Eddie held open the passenger side door.
He shrugged, "not always, most people are terrible, so no." He said.
"And I'm not terrible?" you asked.
Eddie closed the door for you once you had taken a seat.
"Not when you come out of the woods looking like road pizza warmed over." Eddie hummed, walking around the car and getting in himself.
You sat looking at your hands while Eddie was driving.
The roads this late in the night were virtually void of life and Hawkins felt like another world.
"So...was that you out in the woods the other day?" you mind kept asking over and over, but you could not seem to get the words to come out of your mouth.
"So um.... I saw you in the woods with Buckley the other day." Eddie said.
your head snapped up, and you turned to look at him, wide-eyed.
"I think I spooked you, so I did the less sensible thing to do, and hid." Eddie said playfully, carefully gauging your reaction.
"I would have never thought the sister of laundry ball jock, Patrick McKinney, could-"
"Hang out with someone like Robin?" you shot sharply.
"No" Eddie breathed glancing your way, "well a little bit, but not what I was going to say." He said.
"Oh...sorry" you murmured, looking back down at your hands. your mind screaming at you as you sank into your own embarrassment.
"I can't keep offending this guy." you thought.
"I meant, that Pat's sister could dance like that. It's like you were the girl version of Mister Fantastic." Eddie said animatedly.
Had you not been exhausted, it would have been hilarious, the expression on his face.
"T-the...comic book character?" you asked him.
"You know him?" Eddie asked.
You sucked in your lips, you knew Patrick wouldn't be happy about it. divulging a secret such as this. But something about Eddie made you want to talk.
A feeling you hadn't felt in a long time.
"No, but..." you paused.
Your words stuck again in her head, "My brother used to have The Fantastic Four comic books" her mind said.
Eddie glanced at you once more and raised a brow, waiting patiently.
"Um....my brother used to love The Fantastic Four comics." the words finally tumbled out in an uneasy stumble.
"No way, McKinney." Eddie sang.
Getting words from you was like pulling teeth, but he could hear an underlying relief in your tone the moment you finally spoke, and that made him want to keep plucking away.
"Hard to believe, I know." you sighed.
Eddie could hear a sadness falling back into your words.
"You two close?" He asked.
"Not anymore," you answered something in your voice wistful.
"Thank you for helping me." you said, seeing the payphone come into view as they neared the Big Buy parking lot.
"No problem, but you should be more careful, don't party so hard you nod off behind the wheel." Eddie joked.
You flashed him a struggling smile.
"Ah," Eddie hummed, digging around in the middle portion of his van.
You could hear change clinking around.
Eddie held out two quarters towards you, "Here, on me." He said with a smile.
"I can't," you said quickly.
Eddie shrugged, "It's fifty cents, and no offense, but you don't have a purse or pockets." Eddie said with a sheepish smile as you checked over yourself.
"Oh....right." you breathed.
"Come on, a quarter for the call and one in case, like most sane people, your dad is sleeping by now," said Eddie.
You took the change and hopped out of the car, Eddie rolled down his window and glanced around them watchfully.
"I'll stay until you say someone is coming for you." He called to you.
You gave a nod and entered the phone booth, slipping a quarter in you picked up and dialed. Your nerves stood on edge while you awaited an answer.
"Hello this is the household of Gregory McKinney, We are sorry to have missed your call, but if you would leave your name and number, we will get back to you at our earliest convenience. Have a blessed day."
The overly pleasant tone of your Mother's office voice chimed before the beep.
"Um... Sir, something happened. I'm at the payphone near the market. I need someone to get me. Please. I'm- I'm sorry. I'll be calling back." you spoke quietly into the phone before hanging up.
You looked down at the second quarter, it might not be wise to use it directly after not getting an answer.
You looked towards Eddie and the van.
"It is late, I can't keep him out here - he's got school tomorrow just as much as I do." You thought to yourself, turning to the phone and trying again.
This time someone picked up, yet without so much as a hello they hung up loudly.
Your mouth tumbled open as you drew the phone away from her ear.
"What?" you asked.
"Do they know what happened?" your mind panicked.
"And do they blame me for it? I'm just as clueless as they are..." you thought.
There was a light knock on the glass of the booth, you jumped and hung up the phone, whirling around to see Eddie waving as he opened the door.
"Any luck? I've got a few more quarters." He offered.
You bit your lip and gave him a guilty glance.
"I'm sorry they aren't picking up right now." you said.
"I don't want to hold you up, you can head on back home. I'm fine." you said quickly.
Eddie laughed, "if you think this is late for me, you're adorable." He snickered, leaning his back against the booth.
With his arms folded across his chest, Eddie looked at the sky.
"I don't get to sleep until around five a.m on Tuesdays after we play a set, granted, I don't exactly make it to school on time." He chuckled, almost fondly.
"You say out until five?" you asked with wide eyes.
Eddie laughed, "You've never done it?" he asked.
"No, my dad would probably murder me." you murmured and while Eddie laughed, you wished you were more than halfway kidding.
"Aw come on Tinúviel, you're the daughter of the twilight, you're made for the night." He said with a cheeky smile.
Your mouth tumbled open and Eddie's face paled as he stood up straight.
"Oh shit" he cursed covering his mouth, "you don't ?" He asked muffled behind his hands.
Your expression while your cheeks flared up with heat under the streetlight answered any question he had.
"I wouldn't have...said anything if you had. I, well....shit." Eddie rambled.
"R-robin Buckley bought it for me because I... I like the Hobbit cartoon." you stammered, timidly glancing up at Eddie.
"Y-you think I remind you of...." you couldn't finish your question.
Eddie shrugged almost bashfully and cleared his throat.
"Ah, you gonna try to call again, or do you want me to just give you a lift back home?" He asked.
"Oh...I can try again..." you said, turning to the phone.
Eddie reached into his pocket, pulling a quarter out, he entered the booth and dropped it into the phone for you while you dialed.
After three more failed attempts you hung up the payphone and exhaled.
"I am in so much trouble." you thought quickly becoming fidgety.
"Boy, and I thought my old man was king of the assholes." Eddie murmured.
You watched your feet.
"I'll take you home," Eddie said.
"I don't think that's a good idea," you murmured.
Eddie lowered his head to your eye level and grinned wide. "
That's why it's a great idea, no more than he deserves, right?" Eddie sang, heading toward his van.
"Had he been concerned, and didn't want the lady of the forest returning with someone like me, not that he knows who me is." Eddie went on with his great playful speech.
"He would have picked up the phone when it's the middle of the night and his little girl is out of the house." Eddie said.
Turning to you as you very slowly followed behind him, he dipped a brow at you.
"Your dad does know you left the house, right?" He asked.
You nodded and quietly walked around the Van to climb in.
"You can just drop me off down the street when we get close," you said.
Eddie could hear your voice tremble.
"If you're going to be in that much trouble, look, I'm pretty used to getting blamed for shit if you need a scapegoat." He offered his eyes to the road.
With eyes slightly narrowed, you watched Eddie carefully.
"You know, you're not at all like people say around school." you said.
"He's less menacing than my folks and their friends." you thought.
"I'm more of a lizard than a dragon," He said.
"You can laugh at live lizards" He chuckled.
You cracked a smile, struggling with the thought in your head that you would like to tell him you found him very nice.
But again the words would not leave the cage in your head.
Eddie carried the conversation on the way to bring you home, but you quickly noticed he was making a game out of drawing you out to talk or answer him.
Before either of you realized, you'd hit your block, and Eddie pulled his van to a stop.
His eyes were stuck to the street ahead of them, as were yours.
You could spot your house at the end of the block, and as your mood changed, it seemed the air around the two of you fell heavier.
"Are you sure, you're ok?" Eddie asked.
You gave a nod and exhaled unsteadily as you unbuckled your seatbelt and climbed out of the car. Your feet hitting the sidewalk made your legs feel weaker than they had at the payphone.
Eddie could see your hands slightly tremble in the dark.
"I'll see you tomorrow at school?" Eddie asked, he didn't know why it was well known that the McKinneys never skipped school.
"Y-yeah, thank you again, Eddie." you called out, unzipping his jacket you laid it in the seat of his car and closed the door behind you.
"Don't mention it, you be more careful out there." He said, watching you walk up the block.
He wouldn't move until he saw you go through the front door, and you were taking your time getting there.
A disquiet settled in his core as he watched you, and the closer you got to the front door, the worse it became.
Eddie found himself leaning forward against the steering wheel to get a bitter look as you walked up to your door.
The front door swung open, startling you and before Eddie could blink, someone snatched you inside by the arm.
Eddie continued to watch the door as if something more was going to happen after it closed. But the block lingered in silence, and his jaw ached from being clenched shut.
"It's probably just a real pissed parent." He muttered to himself, "or her brother, it's late." Eddie said starting the car.
"Uncle Wayne works with McKinney around the plant...maybe I can ask him what kind of dude he is?" Eddie thought, backing away and heading back home.
Inside the McKinney home, you sat in the middle of the sofa before the scowls of your parents.
"What happened." your father seethed quietly.
"I don't know, I was doing what I was told, there was another girl there and...after I drank the wine I...faded out." you spoke quietly.
"I don't believe her, there's no way one girl overpowered Jeremy." your mother said.
"He played college ball for two years." She added.
Out of the corner of your eye, could see your brother exiting the kitchen and up the stairwell, an ice pack held to his shoulder.
You grimaced, he must have taken your father's ire again. You exhaled and returned your gaze to your parents.
"I don't know what she did or how she did it. I heard him scream when I fled. I-I didn't know what she was capable of, so while she was busy... I got out." You explained.
The lie coming far easier than you thought it would have. Still, you couldn't help but picture Amy's face.
"I left before she could call the cops or the Fords could call, that way no one could ask me questions," you said quietly.
"They would have wanted to know what I was doing there, no answer anyone could give would have seemed good, I mean...look at me." You spoke softly, gesturing to your dress.
Her mother's scowl grew, "watch your tone, you might have jeopardized your father's deal!" she barked.
You shrunk back, "I didn't mean to," you said quietly.
"I thought it was the best thing to do. Next time...if there is a next time, I'll just stay and answer questions," you murmured.
"If you want to be snarky, go to your room!" her mother shouted.
You sighed inwardly, "gladly." you thought, wincing as you pushed your body off the couch and walked towards the stairs.
As the night went on, new things hurt within your body, and walking didn't get any easier.
With the door closed behind you, you just couldn't get out of that awful dress fast enough. Nearly tearing it from your body as tears fell.
"I hate the color red." you screamed in your mind.
Shelob sat near the glass of her tank, watching her human with her many eyes.
"Another night survived, Shelly....and this one wasn't anything like the others," you spoke below a whisper, walking to your pet.
"I think I met a friend," you said, and thinking back on it all.
You tilted your head, "actually.... I think I made two."
The next morning you arrived at school early. Your father had retrieved your car from the Ford's neighborhood sometime the night before.
Watching the students slowly file in, in droves, you could hardly keep your eyes open.
With the same nightmares of the spider pit and the events of the night before, what little sleep you'd had gotten was miserable.
Even the two-hour-long shower had done little to soothe your body.
"Speaking of miserable," you said in a sigh, It was nearing summer and here you were, clad in a long sleeve shirt and pants.
"I always wear dresses..." you murmured.
"Hopefully Robin won't think too much of it. People change their style all the time. You just tell her you're experimenting if she asks." you thought to yourself, getting out of the car.
Walking was still painful, but there was little option than to try and walk as normally as possible.
"What'd they do to me last night?" you asked yourself.
"Hey, you ok, you look a bit like a zombie?" asked Robin.
"Fine, just a long night, and I ate too much, had nightmares, and rolled out of the bed." you said quickly.
Robin laughed, "Oh no! I thought I was the only one that happened to." she said.
"Was it red sauce...red sauce always get me, and candy." said Robin.
You nodded, "yep...yep, it was the pasta sauce." you said. Desperately trying to change the subject.
"Did you hear that someone robbed the Fords?" asked Robin.
You sucked in your lips nervously, "n-no, robbed?" you asked.
"Well, not really, they didn't get away with anything, but they bashed them up pretty good. I don't know what's happening to Hawkins anymore." said Robin.
You shook your head, "who knows, maybe Hawkins hasn't changed, maybe its colors are just rising to the surface." you said.
"That...that got dark." Robin peeped.
"I spent all night watching horror movies, I can't take that right now." she added.
"Sorry" you said.
Further up the hall, a group of the usual misfits gathered around Eddie's locker.
"What kind of luck do you even have?" Scott asked him.
"I wouldn't call it lucky, she was in...bad shape," said Eddie.
"A crash is never nice, no matter how slow it was." Jeff reasoned.
"I guess. Something felt off." said Eddie.
"I was going to ask my Uncle about her family, He and her father have been working at that eerie plant for the same amount of time." He added.
Gareth frowned, "I've got gym with Carver's airhead lacky Chance. I hear Mr. McKinney's super strict." Garth spoke lowly.
"That ain't good, my friends. She didn't get home til around one or so." Eddie said.
Gareth winced, "well... Dads favor the daughter, right? I'm sure she got off easier than Patrick would have." he reasoned.
Eddie shrugged, "hell if I know, family dynamics are beyond me." He muttered.
"She's cool people, I'd hate to see her in trouble for something that isn't her fault," he added.
You found yourself wandering the halls alone, heading back to your locker before lunch to drop off some books. Lost in her thoughts about the night before, you had little time to react as a girl's shoulder smacked into your own.
The impact nearly spun you around, causing your arm and spine to protest as you stumbled, dropping your books and papers.
"Hey, watch where you're going, clutzy-McGee!" the girl called, stopping to laugh.
You gritted your teeth and silently started to gather your papers. Unfortunately, one happened to be under the girl's feet.
"Um...would you mind moving your foot please?" you asked quietly.
The girl held a hand to her ear, "I'm sorry what?" she asked cheekily.
"I just need you to move your foot," you said.
With a smirk, the girl slid her foot onto the paper more, turning her foot from side to side, rubbing the paper into the floor.
You exhaled and waited patiently, hoping that she would get bored and eventually continue up the hall.
"Honestly, how is this rag even related to Patrick." giggled another girl.
You frowned, "She's not, she's adopted." Patrick's voice echoed as he strolled by with Chance.
"Hi, Chance, Patrick." the girls greeted with overly sweet voices.
You rolled your eyes and tried to pull the paper out from under the girl, only to have her shift more weight onto it.
"Can't you just step off to the side?" you asked bitterly, your eyes narrowing slightly.
The sunlight pouring into the hall from the large windowed exits clouded over little by little.
"Oh, look, the mouse has a spine." the girl chuckled, stamping the paper even more.
You yelped as the paper ripped.
"What the hell!" You shouted.
"Oops." the girl said dryly.
"Hey, cut it out!"
You heard someone shout, the sound of little quick steps heading their way.
"Leave her alone, Chelsea," Nancy said with a stern glare.
Steve followed closely behind her. "What's going on here?" He asked casually.
Your heart raced, "oh come on." you groaned inwardly.
"Chelsea is being a jerk, big surprise." Nancy snapped.
"R-really I'm fine," you murmured softly.
Steve looked down at the ripped paper and books lying about the floor.
"I was just helping her, she fell down. She's just so clumsy." Chelsea said, she flashed big green eyes and batted her eyelashes at Steve.
"Get real, I know how you are, Tommy used to date you." Steve scowled.
"Get off her paper." He ordered.
Chelsea rolled her eyes, "and help her pick up her things." He added.
But Chelsea scoffed, "as if, later much - loser." she called down to you.
"That girl is like catching athlete's foot," Steve murmured before helping Nancy pick up your books.
"Thank you both," you said softly.
"No problem, she really shouldn't have done all that," Nancy said with an apologetic smile.
"Really, hey, aren't you Patrick's older sister?" Steve asked.
"Uh...yeah." you murmured.
"Didn't he just pass?" Nancy asked, looking up the hall.
You looked off uncomfortably and got back to your feet.
"He's going through some things at hte moment." You explained.
Again your body protested at the movement. Swaying a little as your legs felt weak.
"Are you feeling ok? You don't look so good?" Nancy asked with concern.
"I'm ok, just a little under the weather," you answered quickly.
The couple passed back your books, "Alright, well see you and hope you feel better!" Nancy called, following Steve towards the lunchroom.
On the inside, you didn't know if you were giddy or horribly humiliated by having to get help from Steve & Nancy that way.
You made your way to your locker at a snail's pace. Rounding a corner, you hugged your books to your chest. You were not going to drop them again.
"Whoa!" Eddie called, stepping back fast enough to stop the collision.
"Sorry about that." He said.
"You" you gasped.
Eddie smiled wide, "hey McKinney." he said with a playful wave.
"How're you feeling?" He asked, creating distance between you.
"Awful and it keeps getting worse," your mind said.
Instead, you smiled faintly "better" you lied.
Eddie gave you a skeptical gaze, "really?" he asked.
"Because no offense, but you don't look it." He said slowly.
Eddie's eyes fell on the many books in your arms, and so he held out his own.
"Here pass those over, I can carry them for you." He offered.
"No I- I'm fine, honestly," you said quickly, trying to walk around him.
When Eddie blocked your way by instinct, you flinched.
Eddie backed away carefully, "sorry," he said, though clearly confused by her reaction.
"Your arms are shaking, I don't mind." He said, holding out his arms again.
You caved in and passed him your books.
"Why are you being so nice?" you asked, eying him with caution.
Eddie shrugged, "people need reasons to do a good thing?" he asked.
"Yeah, it's how people work." you murmured.
"Yeah, well, as I'm sure you've heard - the jury is still out on me being considered people." Eddie joked, following you to your locker.
Side glancing at Eddie, you shook your head.
At your locker, you took the books from Eddie and stuffed them on a shelf. Pulling your purse out of your backpack, you started to collect change.
"Here, what I owe you from last night." you said, holding it out to him in your palm.
"I didn't say you had to pay me back, it was just a few quarters." Eddie said.
"It was the nicest thing anyone's done for me in a long time." the words flew from your mouth before the cage in your mind could close them in.
You stood there, shocked at yourself, and could feel the heat bubbling up to your face.
Eddie gave a tiny smile, "as I said, it was no problem."
With careful movements, he closed your hand around the change.
"Look keep it, and you can thank me by coming to a show - it'll be the fourth Tuesday of the month, so it's Dollar Day at The Hideout." he said.
You didn't know how to tell him you likely couldn't. You'd never get your father's approval to go to a concert, let alone on a weekday.
"Um... I can try, but I'd really rather you just take this." you said.
"And give you a reason not to? Not a chance." Eddie chuckled, walking off.
You exhaled and looked down at the change in your hand. "So maybe he is a little odd." you thought.
Amy wandered the back roads of Hawkins, down to the woods, she needed to find shelter and clean herself up before someone could spot her, It was now closing in around noon and the woods would fill with high schoolers who left early and couples looking for secluded places to make out.
Looking up at the sky, Amy could see the clouds forming unnaturally in the distance and wished they'd been over her.
"A rain shower would make my life easier right now," she uttered to herself.
Amy sighed, She couldn't stop thinking about what happened to the girl at the Ford's house. She couldn't mark why, but she felt responsible for her.
"She had to have gotten away." Amy thought to herself. "Though they did far worse to her."
Paniced eyes bore holes into Amy's memory. She couldn't quite explain it well, but she felt as if she'd been looking through a gateway, looking through those eyes.
A sudden wave of pain rushed through Amy's temples, "n-not again!" Amy gasped, clutching her head.
Making a fist, she started to beat the side of her head, "stop it! Stop it!" she yelled, collapsing in the trees.
A trickle of blood rolled down from her left eye and out of her nose.
"They're hunting even still." She whispered, opening her backpack. Reaching in, she pulled out a half-filled bottle of water.
"Great, this is the last one, I'll need to pinch another one from somewhere." she murmured.
A loud crack of thunder shook the skies, Amy looked up in a panic, it was still far off, but it was odd.
"It's supposed to be scorching this week." Amy thought, as the air felt fairly chilly.
"Leave him alone!" You shouted, standing over your brother in the school parking lot.
This wasn't how you foresaw the day carrying on.
Finding yourself surrounded by two larger guys, who hardly even looked like they were in high school, you tried to hold your ground.
Patrick sat on the floor, trying to stop his nose from bleeding.
"This is a warning from Mr. J you speak to anyone about, you know what, and it's your family." said one of the attackers.
Patrick spat out the blood in his mouth, "Man, I don't know what the 'you know what' even is!" He argued.
"Oh, I think you do, you see Mr. J says the McKinney's are a real tight family." said the other boy, taking a step closer.
"You stay right there." You growled, though inside you was quaking.
"I can't take on these guys, and neither can Patrick." you thought.
Most of the students had left the parking lot and had gone home. A few stayed for various clubs and after-school meet-ups inside the building, but that wasn't going to do either of you any good now.
Clouds rumbled as your anxiety grew.
"Look Pat doesn't know anything I promise, alright. And My lips are sealed." you sputtered.
"Just leave him alone. You can tell Ford he's got nothing to worry about." you added, "I'm good with secrets."
If you could talk any faster, you would have won a world record.
The two overgrown boys smirked and seemed satisfied.
"You'd better, or you'll be getting a visit from someone not as nice as we are." One boasted.
The other spat down at Patrick's feet and turned to follow the other as they headed towards a rusted red pickup truck.
Seeing them head up the road, you relaxed and stumbled, a new wave of exhaustion taking over.
You lightly touched your chest as a dull pain lingered deep.
The helplessness you had mashed down finally bubbled to the surface as a light shower of rain started to fall.
"Are you ok, Pat?" you asked, turning to your brother.
Patrick got up quickly pulling a mask over the hint of fear in his eyes and pushed you away from him.
"I'm fine, why'd you do that!?" He shouted.
Your brows knitted together as you shook your head, "they would have beaten you into a hospital bed. You couldn't take them both. I was trying to help." you reasoned.
"Yeah, well, no thanks." He barked.
"Now everyone is going to think that I need my sister to fight for me." Patrick snapped, snatching his bag off the ground.
"You're the cause of half my problems, kindly don't try to help now," he added walking off down the road, leaving you speechless.
With a heavy sigh, you held out your hand to catch the soft drops of rain.
Then to your surprise, instead you caught a spider. Another baby widow at that. With another splash of a raindrop on your skin, landed another spider.
Confused, you turned your face up towards the falling rain, holding out your hand again, you could feel lots of tiny legs crawling about in your palm.
"Please tell me you are not practicing being a turkey," called Robin, exiting the school with her Band uniform in tow.
You turned to look at Robin and held out your hand, but as you did so, you noticed the little critters you had wished to show her had vanished.
"What?" you asked herself quietly.
"When did it start raining?" Robin asked looking around, the drizzle soon came to an instant stop, and the dark clouds above them started to thin and brighten.
You looked back up to the sky and then to the palm of your hand.
"I'm losing it." you thought.
"I dunno blame it on lack of sleep," you said to Robin.
Robin gave a faint smile, "probably. Let's go to my place, and you can nap while I practice my presentation for Biology." she said.
"....but if I'm sleeping, how are you practicing?" you asked.
Robin chuckled as the two of you headed for your car.
"Please, everyone will be asleep the moment I get up there anyway." said Robin, "how thrilling can frog blader function be anyway?"
Robin set her notes down on the coffee table and walked to where you rested on the couch, she pulled the knitted yarn blanket over you and sighed.
"Must you be so cute." Robin thought, smoothing out the bumps in the blanket. As you stirred, Robin quickly drew back her hand.
your arm slipped, dangling now from the edge of the couch.
Robin tiled her head to get a better look at the oddly colored patch of skin peeking out from your sleeves. But as she reached out, she noticed your eyes moving rapidly behind your eyelids.
"Oh no, another nightmare?" Robin asked quietly, kneeling on the ground, she rested a hand on your shoulder, giving you a light shake.
"Hey, hey, wake up." Robin called gently.
You however were far off into the dream, the ground beneath your feet rotating slowly.
The Ford's house flickered with bright, blinding lights before everything went black.
"Is it snowing?" you asked, your voice bouncing off of the world around you like an echo. Reaching out, you grasped a fist full of the strange snow, but rather than melt or feel wet it dissolved into your hands, like ashes or fungi spores.
"Something about this stuff feels familiar." you shuddered, wiping your hands clean on your jeans.
Taking a step forward, a sickening squelch was enough to make you stomach flip over. Down at your feet, thick, slippery vines slithered and inched about.
"Why is everything always red." you questioned eying the vines which oddly enough looked the color of blood.
Trying to avoid the odd plant life, you slipped.
Landing on your back, even the floor felt wet and it was making you ill. The whole place was making you ill. It was getting harder to breathe by the second, like your lungs were filling up.
You tried your best to get to your feet, though the vines would not let go.
"Don't be afraid, let it take you." called someone softly.
"W-who's there?" you asked, "Can you help me out?!" you called into the darkness.
"But I am." the voice answered.
Then like a blanket, you found yourself being covered slowly in spiders, spiders of all sorts.
Legs tickling your skin and getting lost in your clothing.
"What's happening?" you wondered quietly, daring not to make a sound so as not to frighten the arachnids.
Closing you eyes, you exhaled.
"You're dreaming again, that's all, it's another nightmare, relax...you can wake up." you told yourself quietly.
"Focus." you said, taking a deep breath in.
As you exhaled and opened your eyes, you found yourself not in Robin's living room, but looking through another's eyes, and you were running, wildly through the woods.
"Holy shit! ____!" Robin shouted.
You felt a stinging on your cheek as you sat up.
In a daze you looked at Robin with tear-filled eyes.
"I-I didn't want to hit you, I swear you...you were just sitting there staring into - into nothing and I..." Robin stammered as you started gathering your bag.
"I should go home..." you whispered
"No wait, come on, I really didn't mean to-" As Robin reached out to you, you recoiled, and Robin's hand fell to her sides.
"Honest, you didn't see yourself, what else could I have done... I tried water, ice.." Robin explained, quietly distraught, as she watched you flee for the door.
"I'll um... I'll see you later, Robin," you whispered, closing the door behind you.
"Oh!" you gasped, face with darkness.
For a moment, you thought you were back, that the dream had never stopped.
"But that was real for sure, Dreams don't hurt." you murmured, holding a hand to your cheek.
"Did I sleep that long?" you asked yourself, rushing to your car.
Driving down the road, you reflected on the vision you had of the woods.
How strange the feeling of being within the body of another....
"Person?" you questioned, though oddly enough, "it hardly felt human, and worse....it was hungry." you thought.
Headlights appeared behind you, the car nearly nose to bumper with your own.
"Who could that be?" you murmured.
Trying to stay calm, you flicked on the car radio, turning it down low.
"Welcome denizens of Hawkins! Dodo's hit list on HN 106.9! We've got a chance to win a couple of tickets to Motörhead's No Remorse tour, ticket dates may vary! If you haven't snagged yours yet don't fret my pretties, We'll have more after the break and remember to tune into HN 106.9 for your heaviest metal set list around! Take it to Neck!"
Dodo the radio personality cheered before a string of commercials started to play.
You eyes glanced up at the rearview mirror, the car was still tailing you, light blaring.
Biting your lip, you tried not to panic. "It might just be Ford trying to freak me out like he did Patrick." you reasoned.
Yet, somehow that didn't quite fit, did it?
"But isn't that overkill?" you wondered.
At the street sign up ahead, you took a left, turning down the commercial district.
"I can stop and get something to eat, get into the public eye, and then I won't have to worry much." you thought.
Parking close to the door at the Arcade, you watched as the car stopped at the stop sign.
The windows were heavily tented, and she could not make out who was inside or how many there were.
Even still, you could feel them watching you.
"They're trying to see if I'm bluffing." you murmured.
You stepped out of your car and walked to the Arcade.
"Don't look back at them." you told yourself, walking inside.
Instantly your ears were filled with all sorts of chimes, dings, bings, and high-pitched musical sound effects.
You relaxed slightly and looked around.
"Patrick used to beg me to walk here with him." you thought fondly.
Spotting his favorite game in the back of the room, you could remember an eleven-year-old Patrick running towards the SOS shoot'em up machine. Begging you for more quarters when he finally ran out.
"Well, well, I haven't seen you in here for ages. Long time no see." Keith said, munching away with a box of Giggles Cookies.
"Keith!" you gasped, "that you?" you asked wide-eyed.
You remembered the bumpy-faced child from middle school who you sat to sit with as he cried all day his first year there, and he hadn't changed up at all.
"You got giant." you said.
Keith laughed, "Yeah, I got tall," he said with pride.
"What happened to you that year? Patrick said you weren't there the year after?" You asked.
You didn't know what made him easy to talk to. Maybe it was because even back then, Keith wasn't the kind of person who never took anything seriously and never really had expectations of anyone or anything.
"Maybe it's because you desperately need whoever is following you to believe you aren't aware of them." you thought.
"My mom pulled me out to home school me. After you left, It got rough for the chunky, pimple faced kid." He said with a shrug.
"Oh." you breathed, "I'm sorry."
"It's ok, the baby fat fell away for the most part, and I'm seeing a good dermatologist." He said with a smile, and you returned it.
"It's good to see you." you said.
Taking a good look around the rows of games, you felt lost, "this place has changed a lot." you said.
"Look at all these new games." you mused.
"Come check this one out," Keith said, leading you down a separate aisle.
You followed him, "Spy Hunter?" you questioned.
"I remember you used to love cars." He replied.
"What's it about?" you asked.
"Well, you see, you're a spy using this sports call loaded with weapons to take out enemies," He said.
"Huh, sounds fun," you said, stepping up to the machine.
"It's been so long since I've used one of these," you thought, slipping your change into the coin slot.
"Nice keep going!"
"No way, I bet she tanks this round!"
"Shut up, you'll break her concentration!"
You giggled as you found yourself surrounded by a bunch of kids, It had been well over an hour, and you were very sure whoever had been following you had left long ago.
Still, you couldn't stop, not only because you had gotten pulled into the need to get more points, but because you were hemmed in by a pack of preteens.
"Look out!" A small girl with vivid red hair called, leaning closer to the screen from beside you.
Unfortunately, you didn't react fast enough and your player was destroyed.
The crowd awwed.
"Alright kids, that's enough," Keith called out, breaking them up.
"Will you try again?" the little redhead asked you.
You gave the girl a smile, "I might."
"I'm gonna try to beat you while I'm in town." the girl said with a smirk, her eyes wandering over every game in the aisle.
"I'm trying to beat everybody's high score." she said smugly.
you giggled, "oh is that so, then I'll have to check back and reclaim the leader board." you said.
The girl beamed. "Yeah, you can try." she said.
"I'm ____" You said introducing yourself timidly holding out her hand.
The little girl shook it but squinted, "You're shy huh? My mom's kinda like that. Anyone ever tell you kinda draw into yourself like Turtle?" She asked.
You gave a sheepish smile, "I might have been called ____ the Turtle when I was your age.," You admitted.
The girl laughed, "oh no!" she said.
"Yeaaah." you sang.
"I'm Max." the girl said coolly.
You wanted to laugh, it seemed like she was trying hard to be like the older teens.
"Well it's good to meet you Max." you said, as you placed the rest of your quarters down on the machine.
"There...good luck trying to beat my high score." you said.
"Sweet! Thanks!" Max cheered.
"It was good seeing you, McKinney." Keith said in passing, "maybe I'll see you around?" he asked.
You paused, "Maybe, it was fun here, and I've got a feeling I'm gonna need to put a lot of work in to reclaim my spot on Spy Hunter" you laughed, stepping outside and letting the door swing closed behind you.
Looking around in the darkness, you no longer saw the strange car and breathed a big sigh of relief.
"Thank you, I wonder if I should tell dad or just not mention this." you pondered.
"It might very well be a trap or a test." you thought, walking to your car.
Across the street, you spotted a scrawny girl running down the street.
Police sirens sounded a few blocks down.
"It's you!" you gasped.
Hopping in your car, you quickly peeled out of the parking lot.
Slamming on the brakes, you reached over and rolled down the passenger window, your eyes locked onto a startled Amy.
"Get in!" you called.
Looking back at the approaching police lights, Amy tossed her backpack into the car and hopped in.
You sped off as fast as you could up the rural tree-lined road, keeping the distance between the police, slowing down to a steady speed, you took a right.
"Thanks for that." Amy panted.
"I owed you, this is hardly enough," you said, glancing at Amy and then taking another turn.
"Where are we going?" Amy asked.
"Just for a drive, if they see me riding around, they won't know you might be in the car, right?" you replied.
"Oh...yeah, I guess that works." Amy said, digging into her backpack.
"Did they see your face?" you asked.
Amy gave a deep goofy giggle, "nope, much too fast for that," she said.
Silence fell between the two of you, you focused on the road as you continued making random turns.
"Well, this is awkward," Amy whistled from her seat.
"Sorry, I've never been good at keeping conversations," you murmured.
"Yeah well....back when I had people to be around, people said I talk too much so." Amy said with a shrug.
"Why were...are, the police chasing you? Was it about last night?" you asked.
"What happened last night?" Amy asked, in mock confusion.
You looked at her in disbelief and Amy pointed at her.
"Exactly that. If you don't want to be in shit up to your eyeballs, you play dumb and blind." Amy warned.
You gulped and turned your eyes back to the road.
"I was looking to get revenge for my sister last night. That's all. But I was one person short. So I couldn't do it and unfortunately... Ford called for help. You see, the police chief hasn't realized yet that Loxion has half his officers in their pocket." Amy said in a bitter chuckle.
"Loxion does? That's the company my Dad's trying to sweet talk into some deal with the power plant." you said.
"And I officially unofficially did not hear that either." Amy said, glancing up at you.
"Maybe there's a reason we met after all." she murmured.
"What are you talking about?" you asked.
Amy shook her head and looked out the window.
"Doesn't matter....it's not like I know if I can actually trust you or not." Amy said.
You sighed, "I know that feeling," you said.
Amy frowned, "yeah...yeah, I bet you do. Probably more than any person should." she murmured, leaning back into the seat.
"I got caught stealing some things from the gas station," Amy confessed.
"Oh..." you couldn't find anything else to say. Raised by your very religious father to be a "proper lady" you were lucky to get away with cursing without being sent to see Pastor Alvin.
"So where am I taking you?" you asked.
"I dunno pick a roadside, any roadside." Amy said.
".....you?" you asked.
"I wander, for good reason, too," said Amy.
"I can't leave you on the side of the road, surely." you said.
"Any better ideas? Trust me when I say I can't stay anywhere public long." Amy muttered.
"Actually..." you said with a small smile, "I think I might."
You pulled to a stop in front of a sparsely occupied neighborhood, large lots were completely empty now or contain old big houses that had seen better days.
"You're kidding me, right?" Amy asked as the two of you peered out the windows at the towering Blue Victorian home.
"Nope" you breathed opening her car door, Amy grabbed her backpack and quickly followed after you.
"I used to be obsessed with this place," you murmured, a glassy haze filling your eyes as you focused on the stained-glass rose window. Heading carefully up the long steps to the walkway.
"It's boarded up." Amy pointed out.
"There's another way in, I followed a trail of spiders once, nobody knows it, but there's a board loose on a broken basement window," you said.
You led Amy around the back of the home, stooping down to the daylight basement windows.
"It looks nailed shut to me." Amy said stooping as well.
You smiled and effortlessly lifted away the board. Flipping the wood over, you let Amy get a good look at the backside.
"Everything but the nail head rusted off...." Amy murmured, looking at you confused.
"How does that even happen? What kind of shit nails did they use?" Amy asked.
"Be glad for shit nails, they gave you the key to your new hotel." you said.
"I mean it's better than sleeping in the dirt I guess... but how do you know no one will come here?" Amy asked.
"Most people think it's cursed. I never believe in such things." you said, "but you know,"
"Hawkins is a shithole that will believe anything it's bottle-fed?" Amy asked.
"That's your favorite word, isn't it?" you asked.
Amy tossed her a wide cheesy smile, "shiiiit yeah!" she said.
Causing you to laugh, before crawling into the busted window and into the basement.
Dusty was an understatement when it came to the inside of the place. Many of the old boxes and furniture stored there remained.
"Jesus, this shit's gotta be older than me." Amy said dusting off a box.
"I mean, it could use a clean...but you should be safe here," you said looking around.
"I'm going to earn your trust," you said, turning to Amy.
Amy looked at you, "to be honest, I don't think we have a choice. You know the Fords have a whole file on your family?" Amy asked.
"Why would they have a file on my family?" you questioned back.
"Well, I guess it's more like a file...on you." Amy said.
"I didn't have time to take it with me, Ford had a room full of filing cabinets and videotapes. I had to leave before I could get a solid look at everything." Amy explained.
"Haven't you heard the rumors about the Loxion corp?" Amy asked.
You shook your head, "no, my dad said that he wanted to impress Ford for work purposes. That's the first time I've heard of them." you said.
"Pull up a dusty chair, then, because I've got a good campfire tale for you," Amy spoke dryly.
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Upon a dry-desolate land field of sands. A destroyed-convoy caravan left a smoke-signal upon the skies torched. Scattered around could only be explained as a massacre.
Ruins, mangled, battered, broken cadavers of crimson-wearers.
Said their red-they famously wore represented the blood they sacrificed or had spilled. Trying to play honor among fellows. Putrid, disgusting… When did it happen?
When did pirates become a bunch of soft-heart; little bitches? Care about others outside their Crews.
Facade, another lie. Maelstrom sells others' beliefs; they're what Rules the Seas. Taking over-every route. Policing and enforcing marine-law. Creating a hub that’s only known-remaining.
How many Beast Tribes, they chase out of their territories? How many walls were made against nature? How many-times, they had to get on their knees, and got bailed out by a Warrior who had no reason to be involved. Calling themselves pirates, poor imitations. Only vigil remaining of pirates were the ones who were chased out, those who had semblance of identity, voices too distinguished, still-carry.
Embers were being snuffed out, their crews, desires of freedom, stomped out prematurely, eaten and spit down their throat, and then told to say, thank-you. Those-who governed with invincible numbers and that fleet, was all they had.
Revenge consumed one man. Who carried the burden, weight, of his dying breed of people, a self-inflicted-martyr.
Pressure, twists like a knife, darkens a soul. Shouldering the responsibility of bygone-eras.
He once reigned with gallantry.
Individual-rogue was dead. Wishful thinking to hope this was a cruel-dystopian-joke, future’s roots finally known.
Good-riddance. This manipulated realm would rejoice their thanks in time, they’d acknowledge and revere him. While he conquered them all for their benefits, because no-one else was capable.
All those left skewed, left to the afterlife, to be absorbed into the soils and amount to actually something, and attained freedom. If they-were actual pirates. He’ll be waiting for their appreciation in the Seven Hells, expectantly.
Bloodstain leather-studded boots walked away from the scene. Mantled-cloaked, holding himself like some prestigious, acclaimed pirate-king, dreadful-aura surrounded him.
Behind a land-slide rock, sweat profusely leaked from a leg-shaken Maelstrom; yuck a survivor. Cowardice behavior showing their genuine-hide, self-preservation. Unfortunately this poor-sod, encountered this individual-once. Newly pure-destructiveness wasn’t seen before. His eyes-bulged, tears ruined his face, from a snot weeping nose.
Hurt people,
Hurt people.
All you must know.
Those blonde brows-angered together, his fellows with their entrails what-was-left of them, was upon his clothes. Looks like they got some-richer texture on their coat. Revenge was infectious like a poison-droplet; it could taint a whole barrel.
That scoundrel… N-No-monster had to be stopped! This wasn’t the first-instance. Random locations of Maelstrom being deployed supposed to deliver or pick-up rations or goods, were being chosen, tactically. Small-ports, barely guarded, were being butchered, harvested.
Malice did this for sport. Bilge-water rats squeaking pests amongst his lion den.
Take away duty and employment expected from trade-deals. You risk clients and employers-ire, you create severe rifts. Costing a whole City-State ton not just gil, but reputation. He couldn’t oppose them directly in the open-waters. He could drain them of resources, create panics. Make a civilization of needy-greedy denizens start growing irate. Maybe put some teeth-back in their maws.
A rifle was aimed shaken but nerves fought until steeled thinking of his kindred.
The-kid had one-shot.
Think a Miqo’te with trained senses didn’t hear, smell, that filth in that-rubble? He swung-back preemptively and the bullet-clanked against a plated-bracer worn on his wrists. Deflecting and taking rotation, golden-eyes-staring into the soul.
Foul presence of dominance. Unbridled walking akin to tyrannical bosses.
He owned this world and fucked it,
You-forget how small it was?
We trampled on it instinctively after-all,
Our true-purpose.
Amusement came, a smile, and shake of his head. “Want ta’ die, boy? I’ll get you t’ live-eternally.” Voice carried bass. Authority, sheer-certainty.
For he alone,
Him alone is believed, Necessary.
“Good-jewelry can b’ made. Think, I’ll cut yer toes, fingers off and wear em’ as a bone brooch. I’ll gouge-an eye, feast upon it while your other is left t’ witness. I’ll keep you breathing-barely functioning until I choose. To give ye freedom. We’ll see, if you’ve got in-fact a spine and strangle-it around that pretty-neck like a noose. Like you hang my condemened people, every’ Sun' while getting fancy promotions and bein' publicly applauded.” Verbal painting ran through the mind of his opposition, on-a-wrong side of misfortune-law, visualizing, he felt his entire-being on a different plane altogether, happened.
Blackbeard took the slowest-stride, heavy-stepping on soils.
The lad-of-red was devoured long ago, by fear. Piss soiled his pants, until hysteria roared out and screamed, horror.
“W-w-why us! Why us?!” He needed to reload his rifle. Couldn't find-strength like his digits-were already gone. This pirate’s-dreadful Presence, was… unfathomable wicked.
Playful-remorse showed on the Seeker. “Mommy-send you out here to die? Cruel of her yet not unexpected. Wanna-know why? Cause I can.” Speaking of the ill Admiral Merlwyb, nobody remained holding balls left to stand against her. She collected them in her purse. A purest savagery reason, a Scourge no-doubt about it had become the very-thing he once, paraded around-to-exterminate. A chilling-grin forebode on that visage.
Pirate-stopped in his tracks letting-confusion and relief travel in his victim. An-attack was already made. Living-animated chains from his sheathed scimitar’s hilt had conceal, snaking around his leg burrowing in the sands.
Creeping until jailing his prey to his shackled-fate.
“Play pirate. Get th’ real-deal’s attention. I’ll b’ nice… Unlike you all-did with courtesy, bringing the severed-head of my wife, sayin’ ye found her. Maybe, I’ll do that with you. Leave you as a parting-gift on the Admiral’s desk, Starlight is comin’ around th’ corner. Get a little-sweet on her.” Vengeance, irrational-rage, vile revenge had finally-claimed the-once heroic pirate to act on bottled-past.
“I-I-I Didn’t do that terrible act, I swear!” He proclaimed trying to run away, his feet-entangled, chain already taking his ankle, tripping up on his own feeble-true design finally shown. Those little-badges worn, ranks, they only account so far. Then when you’re left without numbers, bodies, you’re nothing more than another’s, kill count.
Tsking, disappointing from his pursing-lips. “O’ poor-lost-soul so unguided, I’ll ferry ye’ home... You wear that-crest. Collective-n-crew, a walking ship, ye-live like a hivemind donning your crimson uniforms. Wanna carry the-others blood so badly, fine. I’ll paint that symbol. There’s a sea-that-finally swallows ye’ all.” There was no-deterring this mindset. Black-clad Captain, was overwhelmingly taken by murder on the mind. Had become-his-recent favorite vice.
The victimized-man crawled trying to scurry but the predator enacted haste for execution. As he neared-closer, in the clouds-roaring a draconian-cry shrieked. Snowflakes descend below-staining, unimpressive in Blackguard’s dismay.
Newly brandished, foiled Noble Hero, of the historical past had come to save days.
Opposing forces from several-fates yet again, staring to beholden gaze.
Piercing Blues to Unyielding Golds.
A shining-pillar white knight, once thought dead, had resurrected with redeeming qualities and elegance, pristine. Once former being a spitting-image of Captain. Now they’ve flipped, again.
Would’ve and should’ve stayed that dead, a pirate’s desire remained. A cold-unforgiving scowl gave rise to this incomplete-world, a Blackest Sun heralding as a Champion. Wasn’t going to forgive this transgression ruining spoils.
Meet The Sworn.
Ft. @lordshiroelune
#reader discretion advised#Extra-credit#ffxivwrite2023#FFXIVWrite#tales of the goldbrand#creative writing#seeker of the sun#keeper of the moon#maelstrom#Black Chapters#Forever Destined#Creative Writing#-captain kuro solaire
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"I know you can do better than that." (( @just--a--jinx Sevika to Scar))
Scar's head lolled to one side; his ears were ringing, and he was so overloaded by the accumulated sites of pain that the edges of his vision were starting to blacken.
He missed his mask. He felt naked without it, like an insect pinned to a board for dissecting.
Distantly, he was aware that Sevika was saying something to him. Something goading, if her tone was any indication.
Slowly, with no small amount of effort, the vastayan pulled himself back into a relatively upright position. Groggy green eyes blinked unsteadily in his enemy's direction, as her shape shifted in and out of focus. Bitch hit hard.
A shame Scar couldn't hit back. He couldn't do much of anything, any more, cuffed down like this.
This was it, wasn't it? He wasn't getting out of this one alive. When Sevika was done toying with him, like a cat batting around a caught rat - when she finally realised he was never going to snitch on his people, regardless of how many times she hit him - she'd finish him off. There was a bleak sort of relief in that inevitability. It would be over soon.
At least the others were safe. His actions had ensured they'd made it out; they'd be okay, so long as they didn't do anything stupid.
He wondered if they were painting him onto The Wall, right now.
They wouldn't be expecting him to still be alive; their enemies had never been interested in taking captives, before. Was Corina really growing that desperate for information on the Firelights? On their shiny new tech that was finally evening the playing field?
Scar's lip curled up to bare bloodied teeth; a silent, defiant snarl.
You're wasting your time. I won't tell you shit.
Then he spat at her.
#a place to start again (firelight jinx au)#we're gonna have to break out the content warnings for this one lads it's about to get fucked up#reader discretion advised#scar is having a bad day and it's about to get a whole lot worse 🙃#nopetrain
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