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The Dirt (Your Version)

Summary: Meeting Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee was a coincidence. Being friends was a choice. But falling in love with them both was beyond your control.

A rewrite of The Dirt with all the highs and lows of Mötley Crüe from your perspective.

Pairings: Nikki Sixx x Reader, Tommy Lee x Reader, Nikki Sixx x Tommy Lee x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Trigger warning- substance abuse, drug overdose, descriptions of drug paraphernalia.

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A/N: I've added a few paragraphs from Nikki Sixx's book 'The Heroin Diaries'. So, if you don't want to read Nikki's real words just skip past the paragraphs written in italics throughout this chapter. No judgement if you choose not to read them because Nikki's book hit hard, and I cried like a baby.

Chapter 14- The Heroin Diaries

You awoke the following morning after finally managing to fall asleep sometime during the early hours of the morning. The glass shards in your knees had been taken out and bandaged and there was now a blanket draped over you which definitely hadn't been there earlier.

"Hey." Vince's voice said gently.

You blinked, looking around realising that you were on the couch and your brother was leaning against the wall watching you with a small smile.

Why the fuck was he smiling? Nikki was fucking dead and-

"He's alive."

What?

No. This had to be a dream. You were still asleep because Nikki Sixx died last night. He was gone.

You shook your head, tears rising in your eyes, "don't... don't lie to me."

"No, no." Vince rushed across the room and knelt beside you on the couch. "Doc called. Nikki just left the hospital after pulling tubes out his nose and tearing the IV out his arm and telling everyone to fuck off."

Your jaw dropped in a mixture of shock and relief.

"Doc said he walked out with only a pair of leather pants on." Vince added like that piece of information was important. But you were barely listening to anything else too caught up on the fact that Nikki wasn't fucking dead.

"Oh my God." You whispered sitting up on the couch as tears of utter relief trickled down your face. "He's alive?" You double checked.

Vince nodded, "Nikki is alive."

You were on your feet in an instant nearly barrelling your brother over in your haste to put your shoes on.

"Whoa, where are you going?" Vince asked following you towards the front door as you slipped on your boots.

"To find him."

You grabbed your car keys and was out the door before your brother could say anything else. You pushed the speed limit by double as you sped across town to his house which was probably stupid, but in that moment, you were not thinking about anything else other than finding Nikki and making sure he was alive and had gotten home from the hospital.

He had been living in a house at Valley Vista Boulevard in Van Nuys. Doc referred to it as the 'Heroin Den' which you hated with a passion, but it was probably true. It had been years since you were last inside his house. Nikki never invited you over and you knew it had to do with his drug addiction, so you had no idea what to expect when you arrived.

There was a new 10-foot-tall security fence surrounding the house with a steel barred gate at the front. You pressed the button for the intercom, but as suspected there was no answer. Taking a stab in the dark for the pin code, you keyed in 666 and shouldn't have been surprised when it actually worked.

You made a mental note to lecture Nikki on his home security at a later date. Right now, there were more important things to focus on.

You waited impatiently for the steel gate to slide open before you hit the gas and sped up the stupidly long driveway, skidding to a halt in front of the house and rushing to the door.

"Nikki?!" You shouted knocking on the door while frantically pressing the doorbell.

You waited for a moment before knocking again but there was no answer.

Damnit, Nikki.

You tried the door handle, but it was locked.

Typical.

Glancing around the front porch your eyes landed on a large stone gargoyle statue by the door. Nikki used to keep his spare key under a similar gargoyle statue, so you stepped over to it and tried to lift it, but it was made of pure stone. There was no lifting this stupid statue. There was however a small hook behind its head and hanging on the hook was the spare key.

Wow. Nikki really needed to up his security around here.

Snatching the key from the back of the statue, you quickly slotted it into the lock and sighed with relief when the door clicked open. You rushed inside and closed it behind you while scanning the living area.

The house had changed a lot since you were last inside these walls. To say Nikki decked out his house was an understatement. Ralph Lauren, crushed velvet comforters, buried walnut antiques, more gargoyles, Persian carpets... it felt as if you had stepped into the 1800s. Even the gate and fence around the house looked medieval.

It was suiting for Nikki Sixx, and not what you were expecting in the slightest. The only problem was the bassist was nowhere to be seen.

"Sixx? Are you here?" You called out, jogging up the stairs taking two at a time. "Sixx?"

His bedroom door was slightly ajar, so you pushed it open cautiously. Clothes and rubbish were scattered over the floor of his room. Empty beer cans and Jack bottles littered his dresser along with empty doggie bags still containing small amounts of white powder.

He wasn't here though.

Where the hell was he?

You vaguely remember him and Tommy telling you once that they both liked to do drugs in their closets. You had found it strange at the time, but they insisted that the small tight spaces made them feel safe because sometimes drugs, especially heroin, made them scared and paranoid.

You turned to the closed door of the bedroom closet and hesitated.

It was more than a closet -it was a safe space, and it was private.

"Sixx?" You tried again, but there was no answer.

Without wasting anymore time, you pulled open the double doors of his closet and your stomach dropped at the sight inside.

Nikki was sprawled out across the floor. A needle still dangled from his arm. The carpet below him was covered with blood. His blood that ran down from the needle point.

He was still wearing his leather pants and no shirt, but his eyes were closed, and his skin was ghostly pale.

"Fuck, Nikki." You hissed, rushing inside trying to ignore all the used needles and drug paraphernalia everywhere as you skidded to your knees beside him.

"Sixx? Hey, hey, can you hear me? Nikki?" You called out, cradling his face in your hands. "C'mon, Sixx. Don't do this to me. Wake up!"

He was smacked out and incoherent, but he was alive.

Nikki was alive.

You reached down and carefully pulled the needle out from his arm and inspected it trying to gauge how much he had taken, but it was impossible to tell. There was still some dark liquid inside the syringe, but you didn't know how much was already in his system.

Should you be calling for an ambulance?

You glanced around the closet not knowing what to do before rushing out his room and into his ensuite turning the shower on cold because that was the only way you knew how to wake someone up.

Dragging Nikki's unconscious body out the closet and across the bedroom was a mission on its own. But you managed to get yourself sitting inside the shower with the bassist held firmly against your chest allowing the cool water to wash over him.

It didn't take long before his eyes snapped open, and he gasped awake. His groggy eyes blinked slowly as if trying to figure out what the fuck had just happened.

You quickly reached up and turned the shower off, your own clothes and hair drenched through and clinging to your body as you shifted him in your lap and cupped his cheek with your hand.

"Hey, are you with me? Nikki?" You asked, caressing his face gently as his drowsy, sunken eyes met yours.

He stared up at you for a moment his brows furrowing as he blinked before the weight of the world crashed into him. The events of everything that had happened flooded over him like waves upon waves beating him down until his blank expression cracked into something utterly broken.

"I-I'm sorry." He said, his rough voice barely above a whisper before tears welled up in his eyes and he cried.

"Shh. It's okay. I got you. It's okay." You soothed, as he curled in on himself in your lap while his body wracked with an onslaught of sobs and tears.

This was a side of Nikki Sixx that you had never seen before. A side nobody had ever seen, and it made your heart shatter seeing him so broken.

You sniffed quietly, tears threatening to spill from your own eyes as you leant down and hugged the bassist in your lap not knowing what else to do except be there for him. Both of you were drench from head to toe and you knew you should get him out of those wet leather pants and into something warmer, but that could wait. Right now, he needed this.

Eventually, you got Nikki out the shower and into a pair of sweatpants and a shirt before helping him into bed. His body was still weak and tired from the drugs. While he slept, you went through his closet, bedroom and entire house, and threw away all the drugs.

You spent hours cleaning. You went through every room, every draw, every cupboard finding all the bindles of coke, pills, booze and syringes, and disposed of the lot. His closet was deep cleaned. The blood and other bodily fluids on the floor cleaned up too. The only things you didn't dispose of were his two guns.

The double-barrel shotgun that had been leaning against the wall of his closet use to belong to his grandfather. It was an old Winchester that dated back to the early 1930s. You knew how valuable it was to Nikki, despite how much you hated him having these weapons when he was drugged out of his mind.

You picked up the 12-gauge carefully and flicked the break action lever cracking the weapon open to find two shells sitting inside.

It was fucking loaded.

Jesus.

You took out the shotgun shells from the barrel and shoved them in your pocket for the time being before stepping out the closet. Nikki was still asleep on the bed, so you walked across his room to the large body mirror on the wall that you knew had a safe built in behind it.

It might have been a while since you were last inside Nikki's house, but some things were still the same. Thankfully.

Grabbing the edge of the mirror you pulled it away from the wall exposing the safe that Nikki had built himself many years ago. You keyed in 666 again because you wouldn't put it past the bassist to use that code for everything, but it didn't work.

You paused staring at the keypad for a moment before trying 1958 and the safe clicked open.

He really shouldn't use his birth year as a safe code. If anyone broke into his house it wouldn't be hard to guess. But, right now, you were glad he did.

After placing the shotgun and two shells inside, you walked over to his bedside table where you had noticed a .357 Magnum was sitting. Pistols were not very familiar to you. Shotguns and rifles were due to the many stupid camping and hunting trips your father would force you and Vince to join him on. So, you knew how to handle those guns, but you didn't know much about pistols.

The Magnum was loaded though, you could see the bullets clearly in the cylinder and had no idea how to eject them. You'd probably be able to work it out but knew better than to fiddle with a loaded weapon. So, you carefully picked it up by the grip and ensured to keep you finger away from the trigger before putting it inside the safe and locking it shut.

Once you were sure there was not a single doggie bag or used needle left in the premises, you switched out your own wet clothes and slipped on one of Nikki's oversized shirts to wear as a dress while you put your drenched clothes into the dryer downstairs.

Upon returning to his bedroom, Nikki was still fast asleep under the blankets. He looked peaceful and younger while asleep, his features more relaxed and at ease, but his skin was still a little pale. While watching the bassist sleep, you noticed a small leather-bound notebook half hidden under the bed.

Curiosity got the better of you and you quietly walked over to the bed and picked it up.

It was an old book. The leather faded and edges torn. It wasn't uncommon for Nikki to walk around with a notepad and pen. He was constantly writing down words and sentences that he would later turn into lifechanging lyrics.

Figuring this was one of his song writing books, you opened to the first page and began to read.

'December 25th 1986 Van Nuys, 7:30pm

I guess I've decided to start another diary this time for a few different reasons... 1. I have no friends left 2. So I can read back and remember what I did the day before. 3. So if I die, at least I have a paper trail of my life (nice lil suicide note).

Merry Christmas... it's just you and me, diary. Welcome to my life.'

Your jaw dropped as you read over the word's realisation hitting you hard. This was Nikki's diary. Nikki Sixx had a diary.

Your eyes shifted from the paper to find the bassist still asleep in bed before you looked back down at the diary in your hands feeling as if you were holding Nikki's entire life in your fingers. Perhaps you kind of were.

Diaries were not meant to be read by other people. They were private. And the fact that Nikki had this hidden under his bed was enough evidence to prove that he did not want anybody ever finding this. You should put it back and pretend it didn't exist. That would be the right thing to do.

But Nikki had just overdosed yesterday. Did he write in his diary yesterday? Has he written in it since being back home from the hospital?

"You're going to hell, Y/N." You whispered to yourself before sitting down on the carpet beside Nikki's bed and flicking through the pages.

You skim read paragraphs here and there before skipping towards the back of the diary and stopped when you reached December of this year, 1987.

You glanced back up at Nikki on the bed. He was still out cold. Guilt swelled in your stomach at what you were about to do, but it wasn't enough to stop you before you began to read through his entries needing to know what happened that resulted in Nikki nearly dying.

'December 16th 1987 Hotel, Tokyo, 2pm

Lately I've been slipping deeper into thoughts of... why? I don't know why, I am just slipping deeper. Some days I don't know how much longer I can hold on, or why I would even want to. You'd think I'd be excited about selling out three nights at the Budokan but I'm rotting inside and all I smell is my putrid past... it haunts me. Maybe to you it would seem like a surface burn but the pain is too deep for surgery.

P.S. I'm so lonely I nearly called Y/N to my hotel room but that wouldn't have been good for either of us. She's still in pain. I see it in her eyes every day. She's drinking more too, but I haven't said anything. That'd be the pot calling the fucking kettle black, right? I wanted to call her into my room though... it must have been the cocaine I got from the Yakuza.'

This was not what you had been expecting to find inside Nikki Sixx's diary, although you weren't exactly sure what you had been expecting in the first place. Maybe some drunken ramblings or dirt on the other bandmembers, but not these soul wrenching words of truth.

Nikki had noticed your drinking. That wasn’t good. Were you really that bad at hiding your feelings?

'December 17th 1987 Hotel, Tokyo, noon

I know I'm dying from depression. I feel like a lost soul... like the only person left on Earth. If I died, would anybody cry? It seems to me by putting myself out of my misery I'd be killing two birds with one stone.'

'December 18th 1987 10pm

Just got offstage. Last show of the year. I don't wanna be on the road and I don't wanna go home. If I go home I'll get strung out again.'

Fuck.

Nikki knew. He fucking knew coming home to this house by himself would end badly.

Tears burned in your eyes as you read Nikki's scribbled writing. You knew Nikki was struggling, but you never realised the full extent of it.

'December 21st 1987 Hotel, Hong Kong, 7pm

I'm alone. It's not nice...

Waves of depression come over me, then anger, then disinterest. I'm already drunk, I guess, if half a bottle of Jack is drunk. I actually don't feel anything, but maybe that's just me.'

'December 23rd 1987 Van Nuys, 9:30am

Unravelling, unsure, underdetermined, unnecessary... this is what my life has boiled down to. I either have to stop or die... I can't straddle this fence any longer. I have taken into my lungs the longest breath of hell and I'm still here.'

The pages were blank after that.

That was the last thing Nikki wrote before overdosing on heroin.

You hadn't realised you were crying until a couple tears splattered onto the paper smudging the ink in two small circles. You quickly closed the diary not wanting to ruin the page before tucking the leather notebook back under the bed where you had found it and looked back up at the bassists sleeping body through teary eyes.

Nikki was practically screaming for help in these diary entries, but nobody knew. Sure, you noticed his addiction getting worse and had even called him out on it, but you didn't know how bad it had gotten.

Why didn't he come to you? You could have helped him. You could have been there for him...

Fresh tears began to spill from your eyes, so you went to the bathroom where Nikki wouldn't be able to hear you cry if he woke up. You sat on the edge of the bathtub leaning forward with your hands on your knees as you sucked in a few deep shaky breaths.

Tears streamed down your face like a river of sadness as you thought about all the pain Nikki had been silently battling with. You continued to cry, and each stifled sob echoed the loud, resounding ache in your heart.

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hi! do you think you could do a iida x f!reader where they’re the daughter of sir nighteye, and when he eventually dies they go after chisaki for revenge but iida talks them out of it, and uses his experience with stain to convince them.

sorry if this is too specific, i just really like ur writing, especially the iida ones!

[ Hello dear anon. Apologies that this took longer than anticipated. I ended up having to split this into two parts. So no worries, the second part will be published as soon as I am able. But I hope you enjoy this. I like the aspect of Sir Nighteye having a daughter and her having to deal with his passing. ]

He took EVERYTHING from you and left only an empty void where your heart once resided. It felt like a violent storm drowned you in a suffocating ocean of sadness after your father, Sir Nighteye, died. But this wasn’t as bad as the suffocating worry that your friends surrounded you with.

Since Toshinori had a personal history with your father, he tried to comfort you after this unfortunate event, but you chose to isolate yourself instead. Despite your father’s passing, you knew he would be disappointed that you distanced yourself from everyone, including the man he idolized.

If you got around to cleaning the countless All Might items, he had accumulated over the years, it would be a nightmare. It was bad enough that you had to attend and deliver a eulogy at his funeral. During your speech, you choked on your words and sobbed in front of everyone until Tenya, your closest friend, politely ended it.

After that, he guided you to a private location where you cried into his chest for what seemed like hours. It’s hard to recall if you thanked him for that, but the whole event was a blur. With time, the tragic feeling of sadness gradually changed into anger as you got used to living without your father.

Wait…no that’s not quite right. Anger wasn’t the right word to describe it. The bloodthirsty need for vengeance was more accurate. Yup. You may ask, against whom? Overhaul, otherwise known as Kai Chisaki, caused your father’s demise.

And in your vengeful mindset, you laid out a plan that would, hopefully, confront him and avenge your father’s death. Once you did, you believed it would honor his memory because it would rewrite how he died in vain.

It was evident that your dark cloud of thought followed you to school the following morning, since your classmates’ raised eyebrows, and looked shocked, or just plain concerned when they saw you or passed you in the hallway.

“Ribbit, I know Y/n is still upset over what happened. But she hasn’t talked to anyone about it since,” Tsuyu said, and Eijirou nodded. “Yeah,” he replied, crossing his arms. “I’m worried about her. She’s giving off an aura scarier than Bakugou right now,” the angry blond growled.

“What the hell did you just say!?” He demanded, rising from his seat before grabbing Eijirou by the front of his uniform. Tsuyu ignored them, while Tenya tried to get their attention. “I insist you refrain from engaging in physical aggravation during class hours!” He snapped, chopping his hand through the air.

“Class hasn’t even started yet, damn four-eyes!” Katsuki snapped in response, making Tenya sigh. He believed that Katsuki was certainly rude, and it was unlikely that he’d ever gain the patience to practice proper social manners.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to calm his frustration when Tsuyu spoke again. “Maybe you should talk to her Iida,” she suggested. “You’re her closest friend, right?” Her question was followed by a look of curiosity, and he returned that curious expression while clasping his chin, contemplating.

“I suppose that is correct,” he replied before looking your way. You were slumped over at your desk with your arms resting against its surface. “I am afraid that while I have been attempting to provide comfort for Y/n over the weeks since the death of her father, I have been rather unsuccessful.” He hated admitting that.

“I assumed that she required space and time so as to not further aggravate her emotional state,” he explained before taking a deep breath. “But perhaps a direct approach is needed,” he looked at Tsuyu and walked past Katsuki and Eijirou who paused and observed where he was heading.

“He’s going to talk to Y/n?” Eijirou asked, looking at Tsuyu and Katsuki huffed before dropping his hands to his sides. “Just what the hell does four-eyes think he’ll accomplish by doing that?” he questioned, crossing his arms as he continued to watch.

As Tenya approached, he noticed you mumbling to yourself. Your words, however, were indistinguishable. He stood there for a moment, curious if you noticed him. However, you seemed rather oblivious, so he cleared his throat, hoping to catch your attention.

This didn’t work. “Very well,” he stated, “pardon my reach.” He laid his hand on your shoulder and proceeded to shake you. “Hm?!” Your eyes widened, and your muttering stopped. You clenched your jaw, and turned your head, prepared to snap at whoever was disturbing your not murderous and vengeful thoughts about Chisaki.

However, you latched onto your lip when you saw who it was. “Oh,” a small wave of panic washed over you. Had he heard what you were muttering? If that was the case, you needed to play it cool or dumb. However, it wasn’t easy to fool Tenya, especially since his incident with Mei at the Sports Festival.

You glanced away while rubbing your neck. Here goes nothing. “Oh hey, Iida,” you replied, ignoring how your stomach churned and twisted into knots. As a hero student, you hated feeling nervous, although, given the negative emotions you had been experiencing lately, this feeling was more than welcome.

You frowned and focused on Tenya again. It was scary, in a way, to think that he probably knew more about how you felt than anyone else. Yes, you pushed everyone who attempted to comfort you away and although your actions were justified due to the recent tragedy that occurred, Tenya was persistent.

It was a wonder what he’d think if you told him that the tiny voice of reason in your head seemed to vanish whenever your thoughts switched to Chisaki, and hatred engulfed your heart. He narrowed his eyes, gazing at you with concern.

“Are you…well?” He asked. “Well?” You repeated, your eyes glossing over and your gaze turning toward the front of the classroom. “Yes…I am well,” you replied, but your voice lacked emotion, and that alarmed him even more.

He had been rather concerned about your well-being and state of mind after your father’s death. When Tensei was greatly injured, he experienced such emotional turmoil that he almost lost his sense of heroism and logic.

He would hate to see you go down the same path, even though you claimed to be fine. Yet, when you turned to look at him, he noticed something in your eyes, and it made his stomach turn. He swallowed heavily but decided to address it later.

“I see,” he took a step back and pressed a hand against his chest. “Are you…certain you are feeling well?” He questioned, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. He did not want to believe that you would lie to him. However, he also knew there was a chance that you didn’t even know how you were feeling now.

Emotions were quite hard to explain at times and traumatic events tended to cause one to feel “numb” and as such, a lack of emotion followed, and made it difficult for one to truly grasp just how they felt. He supposed you were also going through the various stages of grief, which too was understandable.

Your whole life changed overnight, and yet the world continued to turn. Forcing you to abide by its rules when all you desired was a break, a mere moment to recollect yourself. Yet, this did not happen. He knew how frustrating that was.

Perhaps that is why his words were of no use to you now and he was better suited to continue to play the role of support. That was quite efficient in most cases because it allowed the individual the space they so required while at the same time, knowing that there was someone there to reach out to when needed.

“Yes,” you replied. Once again, your voice was barely audible. It was almost as though someone was pulling a string and speaking for you. A single recorded phrase that meant nothing and although he did not like it, he had to accept it. At least for the moment.

He nodded. “Very well, I am certain you already know that I will always be present if you require any assistance or perhaps…someone to lend an ear and discuss the ailments you are experiencing,” he stated, chopping his hand rhythmically through the air.

“Yes,” you replied, staring blankly at the front of the classroom again. He curled his lips and shook his head in uncertainty. Nevertheless, he turned around and walked back to Tsuyu and Eijirou, who were now joined by Shoto and Izuku.

“H-hey Iida,” Izuku greeted cheerfully. “Hello,” he replied, grasping his chin, and tapping it with his finger. Tenya ignored how they exchanged glances and the silence that filled the air was broken when Eijirou snapped, “Well!?” Izuku was startled by his outburst while Shoto raised his eyebrow.

Tenya glanced at him. “What happened with Y/n!? Is she okay?!” He urged, and Shoto turned to Izuku. “Y/n?” he questioned, and Izuku shrugged, uncertain of the conversation taking place. Tsuyu walked over and laid her hand on Eijirou’s back, making him recoil before looking at her from over his shoulder.

“Oh heh, sorry,” he replied. He got emotional and sometimes let it go to his head. “We’re all concerned about Y/n,” she explained, glancing at Izuku and Shoto. “It’s going to be a while before she’s okay again. I know she must miss Sir Nighteye.” All of them did.

“Ribbit, but I’ve noticed something off-putting about Y/n lately too,” something that wasn’t sadness nor anger, but an entirely different emotion she couldn’t quite put her finger on. “Hm,” she tapped her lips before looking at Tenya.

“Actually…” she said. Maybe she could describe the emotion she saw in you after all. “The way she’s acting reminds me of Iida,” she commented. “Pardon?” Tenya replied, perhaps the most confused among his friends. “Don’t you remember, Iida?” she asked. “After your brother was injured,” she clarified.

Izuku frowned. “Y-yeah, I remember that T-Todoroki-kun and I w-went after you,” or rather it was a matter of lucky circumstance that they happened to be in the same area as Tenya at the time. “We…defeated The H-Hero Killer together…” he continued, “and a-after…Iida admitted that…” His hands curled into fists.

He had a hard time remembering the emotional impact of that day. Shoto, noticing his friend’s distressed state, placed a hand on his shoulder. He wasn’t much for physical affection, but since making friends at Yuuei, he learned how to provide comfort.

Izuku turned to him, but Shoto’s eyes shifted to Tenya. “Iida went after Stain like a fool,” he said, never one to sugarcoat anything. Although he seemed unaware of the awkward tension he had created. “You let your anger cloud your judgment…I let it cloud my judgment too,” he admitted.

Thinking back to how he used to be, so angry and closed off to the world. He was truly thankful to his friends for helping him escape his shell. Eijirou’s jaw dropped, and his eyes widened as if he had seen the most horrific sight. “Wait…” He paused, making sure he understood everything.

“Are you suggesting that Y/n might…” he shuttered to think about it, but nobody expected someone as rational as Tenya to do what he did either. All eyes turned to him, and quite frankly, he was at a loss for words. “Well, I…” he straightened his posture and pushed his glasses up, looking in your direction perplexed.

“I am not certain…” although given your insistence that you were fine, you may still be in denial about what happened or hiding your true emotions just as he did. “Talking to her hadn’t helped provide you with a clue?” Shoto asked, now making everyone look at him.

Eijirou chuckled and laid his hand on Shoto’s shoulder. This made him tremble in response and look at the redhead as if he insulted his ancestry. “I think you’re being too blunt,” he stated, making Shoto knit his eyebrows. “Blunt?” He repeated but Tsuyu spoke up. “Todoroki-kun makes a good point,” she said.

“Then again, nobody knew what Iida wanted to do until it was too late,” she tapped her chin a few times, letting her eyes linger on you. “Maybe we need to observe her,” she suggested, making Eijirou raise his eyebrow. “Observe her? What do you mean, like keep an eye on her?” she nodded.

“What do you think Iida?” She asked, noticing he was frowning. “I am not certain that is the best strategy as it may invade the barriers of privacy,” he stated, chopping his hand lightly through the air. “However, perhaps that is the only option we have left…” he concluded.

“S-so how can w-we do it?” Izuku peeped up. Eijirou grinned. “Yeah! We have to be stealthy, right?” He asked, turning to Shoto who wore a blank expression as he thought. “I don’t think we need to spy,” he said a minute later. “Just keep an eye on her like Tsuyu suggested,” he noted.

“It doesn’t mean we need to watch her all the time. We just need to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself or wander somewhere alone,” he clarified. “Oh, okay,” Eijirou said. “So, give her space but talk to her when we think she’s doing something suspicious?” In a way, it still seemed dishonest.

“Perhaps that is best,” Tenya said, but in the back of his mind he couldn’t help but wonder if, like him, there was a chance you’d wander off when you suspected no one was watching you. Regardless, it was his job along with your mutual friends to prevent you from walking down a dark path from which there was no return.

“All right, everyone in your seats,” Shota stated as he walked through the door. “Yes sir!” Tenya immediately said, scrambling to get to his seat just as his friends did. While he normally paid attention in class, he found his gaze drifting to you.

You looked intensely focused on your thoughts instead of the lesson Mr. Aizawa was currently teaching. He might be pleased to know he was right. Within your mind, you devised several plans to confront Chisaki. These were the ideas you scribbled down in your notebook.

You assumed that nobody would look at it especially given your unique situation. Yuuei insisted you have sessions with the lifestyle guidance counselor, Ryo Inui also known as the Hunting Dog Hero: Hound Dog. Usually, these sessions are one hour long on selected days of the week. Today was one of those days.

As to not disturb your afternoon hero training too much, the sessions took place during lunch. Ryo usually kept quiet, to your surprise, during the first 25 minutes of the session to give you time to eat. The remaining time was used to talk about how you were feeling, and how you were dealing with the loss of your father.

But you told him what you told everyone else: that you were fine. Of course, he didn’t buy that. “One day you’ll have to face how you feel!” He growled at you. Oh, if only he knew what you were about to do. “If you can’t handle that, come to us!” You hated it when he gave this speech, even if he had a valid point to make.

“You rely on us heroes to protect you even from yourselves!” You knew he meant well but letting someone else handle your demons just seemed wrong. Although that could be your stubborn and determined attitude speaking. Your father taught you how to be cold and calculated in a sense, and to do nothing short of your best.

Yet maybe that played into your naive plan regarding what you wished to do to Chisaki. Nevertheless, the session ended without you learning or improving. Your rushed footsteps echoed down the hallway as you exited your classroom and headed to Gym Gamma.

You had some regret not taking your hero costume with you to your session with Ryo, but it didn’t matter now. You carried it with one hand while your other was wrapped around the strap of your backpack which hung off your shoulder. As you turned the hallway corner, you stumbled back and fell to the floor with a thud.

The suitcase containing your hero costume flew and bounced on the floor a few times. It then hit the opposite wall near an empty classroom. Your backpack contents spilled out, littering the floor. You sat up, hissing softly.

“Ouch…” you muttered before someone stepped in front of you. “Apologies,” when you looked up, Tenya stared back at you. He was dressed in his hero suit, apart from the helmet that normally concealed his face.

“Hm?” When he realized he had run into you, he leaned onto one knee and glanced at you from head to toe. “Are you injured? Forgive me, I was not anticipating someone coming around the corner at the accelerated speed you were going,” he explained.

“Yeah well…” You glanced away, irritated. “I’m not injured…” you muttered. “Then may I assist you in gathering your things?” He asked, referring to the contents of your backpack. You sighed and slowly sat on your knees.

“Yeah, I guess,” you replied, picking up the first few items within reach. Tenya walked around and picked up one of the textbooks. He handed it to you before grabbing the notebook you were writing in earlier that morning.

After placing the textbook in your backpack, you grabbed said notebook. However, it slipped between your fingers when Tenya handed it to you and landed on the floor again. Your vengeful ideas were scribbled across its pages and were now laid open for the world to see.

You cursed yourself for hesitating because that allowed Tenya to pick up the notebook and curiously look at what you had written down. Your heart pounded and you could only helplessly watch his eyebrows knit together.

“Pardon but-” You jumped to your feet and snatched it from him. He looked shocked by your behavior. “W-what are you even doing here!?” You demanded, clenching the notebook to your chest, and glaring at him. He blinked a few times, and you noticed a suspicious look in his eye.

“I…was merely assisting an injured classmate to Recovery Girl,” he replied. You huffed “Good for you,” in response before frantically picking up the rest of your things. You shoved them into your backpack and grabbed the metal suitcase containing your hero suit.

“Y/n?” Tenya asked, watching the spectacle with serious concern. However, he remained silent as you raced down the hallway. This was despite his urge to exclaim that running in hallways was prohibited. Little did he know your cheeks burned red.

‘Stupid, stupid, stupid!’ Out of all the things he could have seen. Well, maybe you could just…make some excuse if he asked about them. Something along the lines of getting your emotions out on paper. Yeah, that sounded fine. Writing was a form of coping, right?

Although you weren’t certain how much of that Tenya would buy, the way he looked at you the rest of the day only indicated that his suspicions were high. You tried to ignore it to the best of your ability and avoided him when you could.

You knew that might come back to bite you, but you didn’t care because there were more important things to do. Like conducting research regarding Chisaki’s whereabouts. Luckily, it was easy to fool Principal Nezu and the rest of your teachers.

Simply, you told them that you needed time for yourself and felt overwhelmed by your emotions. You couldn’t be disturbed while doing research. Although you felt some remorse for using your father’s death as an excuse to do your vengeful research, it would be worth it.

They granted you a week off without consequence. The only condition was that you had to stay within Yuuei student housing grounds and continue your regularly scheduled sessions with Hound Dog. A small price to pay, not that you were going anywhere, not yet at least.

Although the student dorm was a bit eerie during the day because of the dead silence with the occasional creaks and cracks of the building settling, you tried not to let this disturb you as you started your week-long research. Of course, your friends were concerned when they noticed you were absent from class.

In addition, you rarely left your room during the evening. However, none were more concerned than Tenya. Frankly, he couldn’t help but think back to the strange writing you had in your notebook. It wasn’t that hard to figure out that those writings and your current behavior were connected.

“A-are you sure about this I-Iida?” Izuku asked. “Yeah, I mean she could just be trying to express herself. Nothing’s more manly than taking control of your emotions!” Eijirou declared with a smile while Tsuyu thought quietly.

“I’m most certain the writing within her notebook was not merely a method to cope with her emotions,” he replied sternly. “Are you sure?” Eijirou asked before Tsuyu spoke up. “Ribbit, well if Iida is right then Y/n needs our help,” she concluded.

“Well, if there’s something wrong and she’s going to go through with what she wrote, I agree,” Eijirou said. Izuku clenched his jaw, his features twisted with uncertainty. “B-but we…we can’t just f-force help onto h-her…” he stated before glancing away, trying to devise a reasonable solution in his head.

“W-what if they try to…l-leave? They haven’t even b-been in class lately a-and…” he frowned. He hated thinking you would do something sneaky like him, Shoto, Tenya, Eijirou, and Momo had when The League kidnapped Katsuki.

Leaving in the middle of the night without telling anyone and running around the city in disguises wasn’t the nicest or smartest thing they could have done. Not to mention how they neglected Tsuyu’s feelings on the matter. However, at least they patched things up and Eijirou and her were closer than ever.

All eyes seemed to linger on the ground. More than likely, they were all thinking the same thing Izuku was. “Maybe…we can ask Yaoyorozu for help?” Tsuyu suggested, naturally catching everyone’s attention. “May I ask you to elaborate on your suggestion?” Tenya replied, and Eijirou nodded.

“Yeah, why ask Yaoyorozu for help?” he asked. “I’m sure she can figure out a way to keep track of Y/n without us interfering,” she explained. “Huh…” Eijirou thought about her words, glancing at Izuku who seemed concerned about the idea of asking Momo for help while Tenya sighed.

“Perhaps it would be beneficial to use alternative methods to ensure we don’t worsen Y/n’s already fragile condition,” he said before looking at Tsuyu. “Do you believe Momo could provide such a solution?” Tsuyu smiled, the tip of her tongue sticking out from between her lips.

She nodded in response to Tenya’s question and with some hesitance, the four of them sought her out. “I’m honored that you’d ask for my help,” Yaoyorozu said, placing a hand on her chest. “But I don’t know what I can do,” she said, tapping her lips a few times.

“Y/n is entitled to a little privacy and time alone to sort out her feelings. I can’t imagine what she’s going through,” she said with a frown. “That’s exactly why we need your help!” Eijirou exclaimed, curling his hands into fists.

Yaoyorozu looked at him, her eyebrow raised. “Come on, there must be something you can do,” he said while Tsuyu laid a comforting hand on his back. “Iida is mostly concerned about what he found in Y/n’s notebook,” she explained. “Her notebook?” She asked, looking at Tenya perplexed.

“I’m not certain if the writings found in her notebook were a coping mechanism that assisted her in organizing her complex array of emotions or perhaps…plans she wishes to enact,” he explained. Silence lingered in the air shortly after. Eijirou looked at Izuku before walking toward Yaoyorozu.

“Whatever it is, Iida is right to be concerned. We all are!” He stated, determination shining in his eyes before grabbing Yaoyorozu’s hands. She looked shocked by this action, almost as if it were foreign. He leaned forward, locking eyes with her.

“He’s doing the right thing by bringing this to our attention. Even if Y/n doesn’t want our help, we need to prevent her from making a big mistake,” he said, tightening his grip on her hands. “So please,” he brought her hands against his chest where his heart pounded erratically.

“Will you help us?” He asked. “Mm…” she glanced away, thinking for a moment. “Alright,” she said, standing up. “I think I have a solution,” extending her arm, it glowed a faint blue hue before several oval-shaped devices fell onto the floor, each one clinking as they piled on top of one another.

“Huh?” Eijirou looked at the devices, clearly confused about what they were while Tenya picked one up, examining it closely. “These are motion devices,” Yaoyorozu explained before a larger, more rectangular device manifested from her arm. She quickly grasped it before it hit the floor.

“Here,” she said, holding it out to Tenya. He looked perplexed but took it, nonetheless. She smiled proudly and placed a hand on her hip. “That will alert you when the motion sensors are set off, but it may be impossible to tell what sets them off,” she explained.

“Still, I know it will help with your request,” Tenya enclosed his hand around the device. “Thank you very much for your assistance. I am most certain this will help indeed,” he replied, smiling at Yaoyorozu. She returned it and looked at Eijirou, Tsuyu, and Izuku.

“I believe we should find appropriate locations for these motion devices,” Tenya said, kneeling to gather them in his hand. “R-right!” Izuku replied, helping him pick them up while Eijirou laid his hand on Yaoyorozu’s shoulder.

“Yeah, thanks! We owe you one!” He grinned like a madman showing off his pointy-shark-like teeth and while that may unsettle some, she nodded. “Glad I could help,” she said, “especially if Y/n needs it.” A frown came to her face. “I hope they’re alright.” It was evident she was just as worried as everyone else.

Following this, Tenya carefully considered the proper locations for the motion devices. He believed the most beneficial locations were the front steps of the Class A dormitory, the entrance to the nearby forest, and along the road to Yuuei High. Yes, these particular spots would also be triggered throughout the day.

However, there was more likelihood that, if by chance you would leave, you’d do it at night. The days following were some of Tenya’s most emotionally heightened. He was constantly on edge, waiting for something to happen.

When night came, he always woke up to the sound of the motion devices going off. However, every time he hurried outside, he found that something else triggered it. Like an animal curiously passing by in the dead of night.

While his friends lost hope or doubted that the writings Tenya described in your notebook were malicious, something told him that was not the case. Perhaps one could call it intuition, but he could not accept that those writings were merely emotional expressions.

He believed they were motives. Plans you wished to take into action, and he would not rest until he caught you in the act or prevented you from doing it. So, he continued to wait, and the following night, he was jolted out of his sleep when the device went off as it had done many times before.

He hitched his breath, immediately grabbing his glasses. Despite being in his sleepwear, he slipped on a light jacket, put on his jogging shoes, and left his sleeping cap on his bed. The last thing he grabbed was the device that had jolted him awake and went to your room.

He noticed that your door was left ajar. “Mm…” Despite respecting the inner sanctum of another’s living space, he placed his hand on the doorframe and peered into your room. Even with the lights shut off, he noticed that your bed was undone, and you were nowhere to be found.

He also noticed that the dresser drawers were open, almost as if you rushed to gather clothing before disappearing. His grip tightened on the doorframe, his nails digging into it briefly before he ran down the hallway. He knew his frantic steps might alert his classmates and wake them from their sleep.

However, he did not care, there was a more pressing matter at hand. This was, of course, finding you and possibly stopping whatever horrific act you wished to commit. He had to find you before it was too late. He had to save you.

He pushed past the front door of the student dorm and hurried down the stairs as the cool night air evaporated his breath. He looked back and forth along the road that surrounded the student campus, and his heart sank when he realized you were nowhere in sight.

Silence fell over him, accompanied by the cries of owls and the chirping of insects in the distance. Then he extended one leg out in front of him, bending it at the knee and extending the opposite leg behind him. His calves shifted and six small engines appeared that sparked to life with a loud rumble.

A deafening silence fell over the world around him as his eyes focused forward. He was about to take off to search the surrounding areas where he had placed the motion devices as he had done countless times before. The only difference was that he was certain you had left the premises this time.

While it could have been easy enough to assume you had merely woken up in the middle of the night to have a snack or use the restroom, it appeared you had taken provisions. This was enough to convince him you were out here.

His engines backfired temporarily when a hand grabbed his shoulder, surprising him and breaking his concentration. “Wow, heh, sorry Iida,” Eijirou said, flashing him a smile. “We were wondering if you’d be out here,” Tsuyu chimed in, coming to stand next to Eijirou. Tenya knit his eyebrows.

“Well, heh,” Eijirou rubbed the back of his head, “you kind of woke everyone up with your rushed footsteps…and Izuku wanted to know what happened,” he explained, nervously. Tsuyu nodded. “When he noticed you weren’t in your room, he searched the dorm, ribbit.”

She then shrugged. “I figured you’d gone after Y/n or something else that triggered the motion sensors,” she explained, pressing one finger to her chin. “Yeah, but we didn’t want you to search alone anymore or go after Y/n by yourself, considering how determined you can get sometimes,” Eijirou said before looking around.

“I was just preparing to track her down,” Tenya explained, almost sounding irritated that he had been interrupted despite knowing his friends meant well. “We’ll help then!” He declared and ignored Tenya’s raised eyebrow.

“I am not certain that is the most beneficial-” Eijirou grabbed onto his shoulders, shaking him. “Which way do you want us to go?!” He asked frantically, and yet again Tenya looked at him with a raised eyebrow before a sigh passed his lips. He felt annoyed but knew that, perhaps, the more help he got the better.

Then again, this was a delicate situation and if more than one person approached you, there was a chance you’d become hostile. That is why he needed to ensure that he found you first. But regardless, he nodded. “Very well,” he said, clasping his chin in thought.

“Perhaps Tsuyu can provide assistance in searching behind the campus. I will search the area up ahead,” he stated, motioning with his hand. “Right, I’ll go this way!” Eijirou exclaimed before running in the opposite direction. In Tenya’s mind, he wondered if they’d get in trouble.

The teachers keep a close eye on the student housing, but surely, they’d understand this situation if Tenya explained it to them. “Good luck on your search Iida,” Tsuyu said before hopping off the ground at a great distance. He watched her soar through the air and turned to see Eijirou looking back and forth a long way down the path.

He trusted that they would do the right thing if they happened upon you but now wasn’t the time to sit and contemplate that. Once again, he got into position, and without delay he was gone in a flash, leaving nothing but lingering gray smoke behind.

The world blurred around him as he sped by, yet it all seemed to be happening in slow motion. The piercing wind against his body felt like a thousand tiny cuts across his exposed flesh, but he didn’t care. Like a true hero, the only thing he focused on in this moment was you.

Near the wooded area, opposite the student dormitory, he slowed his pace and leaned over. Placing his hands on his knees, he panted softly and wiped the sweat from his face. His chest felt heavy, and perhaps that was the weight of responsibility he felt.

He needed to find you, but how? There were endless possibilities as to which direction and path you had taken. Even with his friends searching the area, what was the likelihood that they’d find you before the sun rose? His soft panting continued, and the cool air around him made his moistened skin sting.

The feeling of doubt was beginning to linger in the back of his mind when he felt something vibrate in his pocket. “Hm,” he paused and leaned up before pulling out the device. He looked at it perplexed as it continued to vibrate in his hand.

He pondered for a moment if this was merely another false alarm and that an animal had triggered one of the many motion sensors that were scattered about the area. However, as he lifted his head and glanced into the distance, he noted the trees that made up the nearby forest.

He couldn’t recall at this moment if he had placed a motion sensor in the location he was currently in, but perhaps this was a sign. He swallowed thickly and placed the device back into his pocket before his engines reeved again and he took off for the forest.

The ground underneath him seemed to change in density, its surface turning thicker and more slippery. Perhaps that was due to the mud that accumulated in the area, and he had to slow his pace the closer he got to the entrance of the forest to not slip and fall. He would despise being covered in mud.

Taking a deep breath, he ignored the pounding of his heart in his chest as he cautiously walked up to the first set of trees and noticed a small square device resting against the base of one of the said trees. When he got closer, the device in his pocket vibrated once more.

“Hm,” he clasped his chin and looked at the ground. Although it was dark, the moon allowed him just enough light to be able to make out footprints that led into the forest. “Mm,” he frowned and slowly kneeled to examine them closer.

It was impossible to tell if these were your footprints or perhaps someone else’s, but either way time was ticking away, and seconds were precious now. It was evident that there was a chance you had deviated from the path and instead, took refuge in the forest.

If that were true, then not only were you in danger of getting lost but potential animals could cause harm to you as well. Regardless, if there was a sliver of a chance that you had attempted to hide yourself in the greenery, he needed to take it.

With that in mind, he headed to the forest. He cautiously glanced around and despite the darkened sky looming above him, the small amount of light provided by the moon helped outline the trees and the path that nestled between them.

[ Part II ]

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ashwhowrites · 2 years

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angst to fluff eddie fic with 12 from the angst prompts and 7 from the fluff prompts plsss❤️

Cannot deny it when you say please! I hope you like this. If it was not what you wanted, let me know so I can rewrite it!!! In order to have a happy ending I tried to make the “no you were too much” more of a happier thing?

“I wasn’t enough for you?” “No, you were too much.”

“You’re the only person I want to spend my life with”

Eddie knew he was heading down a dark path. He lay in his bed, thoughts going into overdrive. He hated himself at times. He felt like a failure at school, going into another senior year. His band was going nowhere, and he didn't have a future set. He lived in a crappy trailer, and he barely had any family. Once he graduated, if he could, everyone would move on with their lives and he would be left behind. And what hurt the most was knowing Y/N would be leaving him behind.

He wasn't sure how he managed to win her over; she was smart, a goddess, and the sweetest person on earth. He was nothing compared to her. He had nothing. She was heading to great things, a bright future in college out of state, and he had nothing. He already knew she was going to venture out and make something of herself. She was too good for him even now. He couldn't imagine how much more he didn't deserve her when that happened. The final days of senior year were coming, and they had been waiting for that letter from New York to see if she had made it in. Selfishly, he's hoping it's a no, so he can keep her just a little bit longer.

Before he knew it, his alarm was blaring. He realized he did not even get a blink of sleep, staring at the ceiling all night long. He slowly got up and got ready for school. He headed to his girlfriend's house with a heavy heart and a frown. A frown, she picked up right away, "What's wrong baby?" Even her voice was perfect. "Nothing, baby." He was not going to do this before school. She needed to focus on the school day ahead of her. They could talk about it later.

Once the final bell rang, they were in his van once again, parked in her driveway. "Okay Eds, something is wrong? You've been quiet all day. " Before he had a chance to answer, he was breaking down. She gasped at his sudden sobs, and she quickly unbuckled and hugged him across the console. It hurt even more. She was always there to take care of him, something he'd never be able to do for her.

His next words felt like venom traveling through his throat; "I think we need to break up."

She went frozen. Her arms went dead around his body, which was still shaking with sobs. She pulled away, confused, "Baby what?" "No, why?" He hated that her voice cracked. He refused to look up. If he saw her crying, he'd snap and beg her to love him forever. But that wasn't fair to her. She needed to move on and be free, free from his baggage. "Answer me." But he couldn't. His voice was gone, and all he could do was cry and avoid her as if she didn't exist.

"Eddie, fucking answer me," she yelled, irritated. Her voice was laced with anger, but he could tell she was hurt. "Can you even tell me why?" " Or look at me?" she spat at him. She needed some type of reaction from him, but he was giving her nothing. "You are an asshole and a coward." And with that, she slammed his door and marched into her house. Once the front door slammed, Eddie looked up. A closed door separated them, but it felt like so much more was in between them. The biggest thing was Eddie's insecurity.

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The next few days were awful for both of them.

Y/N cried herself to sleep every night, and it showed every morning. Robin hugged her the second she heard about the breakup. Robin vowed to stay next to Y/N the whole day so she wouldn't have to feel alone. The one good thing was that she didn't interact with Eddie. He didn't bother to show up, which angered her. He had the nerve to break her heart, not tell her why, then not bother to show up to school like he was the one who was hurt.

Eddie felt even worse. He thought it would be better for them, but he had never felt so heartbroken before. He told Wayne he was sick, which he didn't have a question about seeing as Eddie looked like shit. He strummed his guitar and looked around his room. His fingers froze over the strings when his eyes locked on a polaroid. He got up and walked closer to it. It was a picture of Y/N and him on one of their dates. The group went rollerskating. Jonathan was back from California to visit and took a photo of them as they held hands at the claw machine. The photo showed their hands intertwined as Eddie was trying to win a bear. The bear lies on his bed—black, with a white snout—in a leather jacket. He won it for her, but she refused to take it. saying that the bear was Eddie's style and needed to be with him every night. He didn't admit it to anyone, but he stole her perfume and sprayed it on it. He cuddles it close and smells it before he drifts off to sleep. Now the smell made him sick to his stomach and tears formed. It had been two days since he'd seen her, and it felt like forever. He fucking missed her, but it was his fault and he needed to stay strong for her sake.

When they reached the one-week mark of no interaction, Dustin had enough. He loved her and he loved Eddie, and seeing them both heartbroken hurt him. He was pounding on Eddie's door relentlessly. He heard feet stomping towards the door, and it swung open angrily. "What?" Eddie barked. Dustin shook it off and pushed himself into the trailer. "Come on in, I guess," he huffed.

"Okay, talk to me. What's up with you two? Why are you both devastated and sad? " Dustin asked, he was going to fix this.

"Nothing, Dustin, we just need some time apart." Eddie answered as he walked back to his room, the young one following close.

"Why? You guys never need space. You guys are like perfect." He explained his confusion.

Eddie couldn't stop thinking about how she was crying when she ran into her house. "Is she okay?" He asked quietly. His heart broke when Dustin quickly shook his head no.

"She's heartbroken, Eddie. She's confused, lost, and upset. You didn't tell her anything. "She doesn't think you love her anymore." Eddie's eyes widened at that.

"That's ridiculous. I love her too much. That's the problem. "he scoffed, but Dustin always had the right answers. "How can she know that if you didn't tell her?"

Eddie was quiet. He knew he was right. He didn't tell her anything, so what else was she supposed to think? He felt even worse now. She was probably sitting in her room crying because she thought he didn't love her anymore.

Y/N was cuddled up in her room, wearing an old hoodie of Eddie's. She needed to feel him somewhere. She hated that he was her main source of comfort and she couldn't run to him. He didn't want her anymore, and he didn't love her anymore. Her college acceptance letter lies open on her dresser. No excitement filled her as she read the words. New York wasn't important to her anymore. Eddie was her future, and that's all she wanted.

"You got in," His voice came out of nowhere. She jumped up from her bed, shock written on her face. There he was, standing in her room. His hair was pulled back, the way she loved it. A lose shirt and sweats were hung on his slender body. She despised how good he looked, but she could see his eyes were puffy, red, and covered in dark circles. He looked like a kicked puppy.

"Um yeah. I guess I did. "

"You don't sound too happy about it." He answered back as he sat next to her. He knew he didn't have the right to touch her anymore, but he couldn't stop himself being this close to her. He grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles. He hummed at the softness of her hands. Her eyes closed softly at the comfort. But her heart hurt knowing he wasn't hers anymore.

"Not really as excited anymore," she murmured, He could not help but say, "Don't do that, baby, not for me. You were so excited to apply." He hated that he was ruining this for her.

She didn't care to talk to him about New York; she wanted answers. “I deserve to know why I wasn't good enough for you anymore." His heart broke into thousands of pieces. Dustin was right.

"No, that's not it. You were too much. You are way too good for me. I do not deserve you in the slightest way. I'm a failure, baby. I have no future ahead of me and you have big dreams. I can't hold you back from that. " She wanted to slap him, so she did, softly on the hand.

He was taken back by the small slap, and a small laugh left his lips; "what was that?" He said it reminded him of when a kitten swats at the air. “You are not a failure, stop being so hard on yourself. And second, for making this choice for me. I never feel like you are holding me back and it is so unfair that you forced that decision on us without talking to me. " He nodded. She was right. If he had just talked to her, no harm would have been done.

"I'm sorry for making you think you weren't good enough. I love you so goddamn much and it scares me. You're the only person I want to spend my life with," he said softly. She smiled at his confession and kissed his hand.

"Well, that's good because when I applied to New York, I contacted some local producers and sent in your work. They want to meet you the second we fly in. " His head wiped up at her words. "Wait we?" He asked. She laughed.

"Did you really think I was going to leave without the love of my life?" She asked with a teasing smile. He could not hold back his tears at that.

"I don't even know what to say." He was so touched. He was always left behind, a second thought to everyone, but here she was. She planned her future and worked his future into it. She wanted him around and wanted him around forever.

"Well, you could say thank you." She teased again. Eddie practically threw himself into her arms, smashing his lips into hers with every emotion he had in him. He was so grateful for her love. And now he had a future ahead of him, a future with her.

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mirkwoodmunson · 2 years

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bad day

eddie munson x f!y/n

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you thought you were getting over the anxiety, bad dreams, the panic attacks. but you find even just a bad day can let it all flood back.

contains: established relationship, soft!eddie, angst, vol2 spoilers/rewrite, living together tw: ptsd, flashbacks, cursing, anger struggle, trauma, anxiety/panic attacks, mental health struggle, pet names a/n: takes place not too long after the end of vol2, eddie is very much alive thanks to you but with significant impact to your mental well-being after what you went through to get him out. disc: i do not give permission to share my content outside of tumblr; please reblog and do not repost; my content (even sfw) is not meant for minors; i am not responsible for the media you consume online.

You mutter, hot and spat, under your breath as you fumble with your purse and keys and a book you’d brought to work, a few papers you had to bring home with you ruffling in the breeze. Your stride is swift and hurried as you cross the parking lot to your junked up vehicle, but halfway to it the book slips from its cover and falls to the ground. Without something to hold the papers against they flutter and get pulled from your hand by a particularly mischievous gust of wind, carried away by it. The keyring clatters to the pavement as well, and you’re left stunned in place as your bag hangs off your wrist.

Something, vile, rises in your chest. Something very feral and very anxious, something you haven’t felt in a while now, as you suddenly feel like control is being taken away from you.

I just dropped some stuff… it’s fine… why am I getting so angry..??

A long, soft inhale as you close your eyes and count — that’s what Eds had said, right? — close your eyes and count till you feel it shrink.

You get to thirty and it only grows a little, and with an impatient growl you roll your eyes and stoop to pick up the book and keys. The papers, you decide, are a lost cause. You physically cannot bring yourself to walk all across the lot to collect them, instead walking right over a page on your continued way to the car. You open the door, throw everything into the passenger seat, and drop into the driver’s with a huff.

You start the car…

You, try, starting the car…

The car chugs and chugs, sputtering as you grip the keys with ferocity and turn the car on…

The car does not turn on.

You throw your head back and scream.

You just want to go home.

This morning hadn’t been so bad — you’d spilled some coffee, sure, maybe forgot to get the usual goodbye kiss from a sleeping Eddie before rushing out the door. You’d stubbed a toe and bumped into a door on your way in, of course you did, you were rushing and twenty minutes late.

Why am I getting so angry..??

You find yourself back inside your place of work, from which you had been desperately trying to flee the entire day. You find yourself asking for a ride home from, that coworker.

“What,” he begins, and you slowly close your eyes and sag a bit. “Don’t know how to start a car??” He smacks a surface and busts into laughter at his own poor joke, before giving you a look of ‘what’s your problem?’ when you just stand there with your eyes closed.

“Jeff,” you say very softly, eyes open again but lidded and tired and unemotional. “Can you give me a ride or not?”

“Awww, c’mon,” he chortles and leans in.

Oh. You want to hurt his face so badly.

“Let’s hear the magic woooord~!”

There’s a beat, and then, it happens! He's done it! You grin! You laugh and chuckle and nod and toss your head back in hearty laughter before bringing your forehead forward with mighty purpose, grinning maniacally as you connect it with his nose, with a crack with a pop with a sob and blood begins gushing from Jeff’s nose all down his shirt as he cries and cries and—

“Weeeeell??” He coos, still sporting that stupid fucking smile.

You’re lifted from your daydream and just stare at him a moment, weighing the options in your head, you stare at him and he starts to get a little confused with your silence, before you turn quick on your heel and throw up a little two-fingered ‘peace-out.’

“Nevermind,” you say flatly. “I’ll walk.”

And you walk. You could call someone, ask for a ride. But something in you seems to almost search for something new to be upset about, something you can let your frustration latch onto, for it to have a purpose.

It’s dark by the time you reach the trailer park, the streetlamps on and shedding their warm light over you as you breathe heavily and walk with fast steps, your things gathered in your arms from your car. You mutter and grumble and curse the whole way, pursing your lips as you speed up with purpose when you spot yours and Eddie’s trailer.

He must’ve been watching for you, because when you’re a few feet from the porch the door swings open and he rushes out, eyes wide and hands held up and open questioningly.

“There you are, wha— where’ve you been I’ve been calling your work and Nancy’s and—“

“Eds — please — don’t touch me right now,” are your first words to him, breathless, as you hold up hands as well, but they’re defensive and stop him in his tracks before he can come any closer. You avoid looking up, seeing his reaction to what you say, as you breeze past him and simply drop everything onto the counter in the kitchen inside. You clutch the edge of the surface and straighten your arms, leaning on them as you catch your breath from the long walk.

When you ask him not to touch you Eddie immediately goes quiet and lowers his hands a bit, watches you leave a foot of space between the two of you as you swerve around him and inside. He is anything but hurt, instead concern striking something in his heart as he turns and watches you for a second, closing the door slowly, quietly, behind him, as you try to settle and collect yourself. He can see you tremble, even though you hadn’t noticed it he could see the flyaway hairs practically vibrating even with the door closed and no airflow. The way your clothes seemed to buzz on you, following your arms down to the white-knuckle grip you had on the counter where your very muscles seemed to be unable to drop that strained tension.

“y/n?” He says very softly, tilting his head a little.

You let your head drop, hair falling around your face.

“Eddie. I just had a bad day. It’s fine,” your voice is flat and cool enough to make him shiver a little.

He’d seen you shut down before, it wasn’t anything new to him, but it had always been for good reason. And, the last reason had been… well. It had been more than reasonable at the time, but now it had him incredibly worried and confused.

It hadn’t been the first time you’d said that to him either, asking him not to touch you. He couldn’t drop that bit, couldn’t stop hearing it in his head. The way you’d said it the first time. Curled into yourself and backed against the wall, watching with weeping eyes, while he was grinning in his hospital bed trying to beckon you closer.

“y/n it’s okay, I’m okay — please just… Please come he—“

“Please, don’t touch me right now,” you’d managed to whimper out, brows knitting tighter and more tears falling as it visibly made him stutter a bit, hand hesitating in the air wanting to reach further for you but faltering at your request. He withdrew it back into his lap but kept watching you, grin since faded and replaced with that look he had now, in the trailer — that broken-hearted concern.

Eddie rubs the back of his neck as he keeps watching you in the kitchen, trying to physically remove those thoughts from his mind, trying not to crowd you but wanting to be near so he could make sure you were okay. He wanted to obey your request but he also wanted — so badly — to take those few steps to you and pull you tight into his arms.

“y/n,” he says again, still softly, but trying to get you to look at him, to look up, to let him see where it hurt so he could make it better, even though he knew there wasn’t much that would help right now.

“y/n, c’mon… please, talk to me,” he keeps his voice so gentle and level and it makes your shoulders slump a little.

When you don’t react he takes a step forward, “baby, please…” still no reaction, so he steps forward again, just outside the kitchen now. He could reach out and hold your hand, but he knows it won’t help unless you want him to.

“I’m- I’m here. You can talk to me. Just…” Eddie’s voice cracks a little, “just, please. Please don’t shut me out again…”

Your whole body is shivering, trembling as you keep your grounding death grip on the counter.

You feel like you’re back there again. Back in the upside down. You can't stop or block the whirlwind that carries your mind miles and miles away.

It’s so vivid it chokes you. You can feel it. You can feel the burning ferocity of your effort as you drag Eddie’s limp body back to the upside down version of Wayne’s trailer, back to the mini gate, Dustin wailing as he tries but can’t, tries so so hard to help but he’s sobbing desperately and it makes you so so deeply angry that he’s already mourning Eddie. Your throat is raw from screaming but you keep screaming anyway,

“DUSTIN PLEASE!!! PLEASE HELP ME, PLEASE!!!” You don’t cry, you can’t, but you scream and wail and shriek with the effort of it.

You feel powerless.

You have no control.

Your boyfriend is bleeding out and there’s nothing you can do about it but scream and pull.

Something feral and anxious in your chest.

Why am I getting so angry..??

Eddie has to physically pull you from yourself, pull you from that dark room in your head, ground and tether you to reality as he finally grabs your wrists with the tenderest of touches, pulls carefully, gently on your hands till they are removed from the counter.

“Hey hey hey hey,” he says quickly, anxiously. Why is he breathing so fast.

His big brown eyes are right in front of yours so they’re the only things you need to focus on, they’re wide — why are they so wide — and skipping between yours, searching in you to find the rest of your mind and bring it forth from where it dwelled in the depths.

“Okay, okay, slow deep-deep breaths. Deep in, 2 - 3 - 4, deep out 2 - 3 - 4 , just like that. In, 2 - 3 - 4, and out 2 - 3 - 4...”

As you attempt to follow his instructions you realize, it’s so hard to take a breath right now, you realize you’re shivering so hard your teeth chatter, you realize your throat is a little raw and you realize you have to keep blinking to see past the tears as you cry and cry and cry. You realize you’ve been screaming and Eddie is panicking trying to calm you down because he knows. He knows what just played in your head, he knows you’re not okay, and he knows that you had a very bad day today. He knows you need help, whether you ask for it or not.

“C’mon, y/n, you gotta breathe, baby, just breathe. Look at me, sweetheart, yeah? Look at me,” he lets go of your wrists and maneuvers you, lifts you up as you weep to sit you on the countertop, bringing you more to his eye-level. You feel distant from your body and your mouth feels weird, like your teeth are vibrating.

Eddie holds your shoulders and physically mimics steady breathing, slowly lifting them up and then lowering to encourage your breathing further, trying to help you find that pattern, that routine.

In, 2 - 3 - 4, out 2 - 3 - 4 . In, 2 - 3 - 4, out 2 - 3 - 4.

Eddie nods quickly as you start to find it, start focusing on him more, sees you coming to.

“Good girl, there you go. There you go... It’s alright... You’re okay, y/n, you’re okay... It’s alright... I got you... I promise... I got you, it’s alright... I’m here. I promise; I’m here...” He whispers his praises and reassurance, breathing with you, thumbs stroking your arms gently to keep you grounded and present and looking at him. Your eyes are hooded and dim, endlessly a waterfall of tears, but they manage to stay focused on his — bright and shining and acting as your beacon out of that dark, dark room.

When your sounds have settled to gentle heaves, stuttering breaths as you continue to weep quietly, Eddie pets damp hair away from your cheeks, forehead, looking you over and pampering you, wiping droplets from your jaw and chin and using the bottom of his shirt to softly, carefully pat away the damp streaks on your flushed cheeks. He keeps talking to you all the while, and his voice — his voice is what you latch onto. You feel the rumble of it, the tone easing your frayed nerves and settling that white-hot feeling, that idea, that you had no control.

You had control, Eddie made sure you did, looking at you every time he moved to see if you’d protest.

You were home, you were safe, you had Eddie. You were in control of yourself. You just had a bad day. It would be okay.

When you feel like you’re finally pieced back together, albeit still fragile, you just sink. Your muscles give out and you sink into Eddie who readily gathers you up in his arms and just holds you for a little bit. You’re still sat on the counter, with Eddie stood between your knees, curled into his chest as he wraps arms around you and rests his nose in your hair. He holds you there and closes his eyes, still murmuring to you and reassuring you — he was here, he was whole, he had you, it would be okay. He wasn’t going anywhere. You were both alive and breathing.

“Eds,” you squeak out, barely audible.

“Mm?”

“…thank you.”

He kisses your hair, your temple, and then lifts you up into his arms. You wrap yours around his neck and hide your face there too, letting him carry you to bed.

#eddie munson fic #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x f!reader #stranger things fanfic #stranger things #mine

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barclaysangel · 3 months

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The Birth of Jun (transfem Juniper Wheeler AU)

I literally wrote this within about 5 hours, which is crazy. I lost sleep just to finish this to make sure it’ll be posted by morning. I’m still nervous to post it since this is my first time writing for this AU and I just hope y’all like it. If you guys do, then MAYBE I’ll write a second part where Jun gets the name Juniper. Maybe.

Anyway, this is setting in the Final Family/Chucky season 2 rewrite AU where Jun survives and lives with Andy in the middle of the woods, torturing and killing Chuckys together. Because canon does not exist to me, obviously. I’ve written drabbles/oneshots about this AU before and this is just another one but with transfem Juniper.

If you guys really do like this, pls leave comments, it insanely fuels my motivation! I thrive off it and I’ll also appreciate some feedback since this is my first time writing a trans character.

Thank you and enjoy :)

Tags: @the-carlos-cow-eyes @erasedmystic111 @streets-in-paradise

Word count: 2.5K

Warnings: Internalized transphobia, mentions of suicidal ideation, cursing

There was something wrong with Junior.

That much she had always known, ever since she could remember. She wanted to be a princess, not a prince. A mermaid, not a merman. She wanted to be something that she could never be.

But Junior hid it for so long, and she hid it well. She buried that part of herself so deep down that no one would ever suspect it growing up. She became the perfect “masculine, traditional son” that her father wanted. She destroyed every single part of herself and burnt it all to the ground just to please him.

And even though she killed her own father, she still would have done it all over again.

Gods, she was pathetic. Pathetic and stupid and dirty and broken.

Despite Junior’s efforts to hide her dirty little secret from the world, she still had moments where it would bubble and come up again. The dysphoria with her short hair, flat chest, and other features that just didn’t feel right. It would be bad enough at times where she wanted to curl into a ball and cry all the fucking time.

But she would have no choice but to pull herself together and keep up the act, just like she always did.

However, this moment wasn’t like the other moments with her father. It wasn’t him she had to worry about, but Andy.

Andy wasn’t like her father at all. He was patient, understanding, and kind. Her father would be ashamed if Junior ever cried in front of him and tell him to “Stop being a pussy and pull yourself together, you’re a man!”, but Andy would hold her in his arms and comfort her. He had been there through every mental breakdown, depressive episodes, nightmares, moments of self-destructive tendencies, all of it.

Andy stayed right by her side and never budged despite how much Junior tried to push him away. She pushed and pushed and pushed but he never stayed away through it all.

Junior wasn’t used to that. When she pushed people away and burned bridges to the ground, it stayed that way. Just look at her relationship with Jake. But Andy refused to be pushed away and has made it very clear to her that he wasn’t planning to go anywhere.

Yet that still didn’t reassure her for some reason. It still filled her with so much fear if Andy ever looked too hard and realized just how broken and defective she really was.

So once again, Junior hid it. She hid her secret under lock and key and made sure to keep her masculine act on display.

But then the dysphoric moment hit hard, harder than before, and she wanted to die.

Junior didn’t want to leave her cot. Her appetite was long gone. She just tried to bury herself deep into her blankets and hoped that one of the Chuckys she and Andy had been torturing could escape and stab her to death, finally finishing his job that he failed to do months ago.

Andy had been no stranger to her being depressed. They had been staying at that small cabin for almost 5 months, it was now the beginning of April. Sometimes he would give Junior some space if she truly needed it but most of the time, he would be there to offer her food and water and just an ear to listen or a shoulder to cry on. He hardly left her alone when she got like this.

She didn’t blame him. Andy was probably worried that she would take one of his guns and end it all.

Not like that idea wasn’t tempting.

But right now, Junior wanted to be alone. She wanted to forget that the weather was getting warmer, which would make her have to ditch the hoodies and reveal the parts of herself that she hated. She just couldn’t bear to go through this, she would much rather hide away for hours or even days. Just as long as she would feel just slightly normal again.

However, she never really was that lucky.

“Junior?” She heard after the three light knocks, shuddering deeply and tearing up from the sound of her own name, like something about it was just wrong. “Can I come in?”

Curse Andy for respecting her privacy and boundaries. Logan would just barge in without a warning. Despite everything she was feeling, she still managed a small “Uh huh…” to placate him since she knew he would just be more worried if she refused.

Andy opened the door slowly and she could smell why. Even without moving from her position under the blankets, she could smell the food that Andy was bringing in. When he stood beside her cot, Junior lowered the blankets enough to see the plate of scrambled eggs and toast in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. Normally that would make her mouth water but this time, it made her stomach churn.

“I know you may not feel like eating right now, but I can’t let you go the whole day without something in your system. Can you try to eat something please?” Andy spoke gently to her, placing the plate and the mug on the floor beside the cot.

Junior merely shook her head slightly. “I’ll eat later. ‘M not hungry.” She mumbled before putting the pillow from under her head now on top of her face.

Andy sighed quietly but instead of leaving, he sat down on the edge of the cot. “Kid, I can’t let you starve. I’m not asking you to finish off the plate, but just have a few bites with your coffee. Please?”

She didn’t say anything this time, her silence was enough of an answer.

“Junior, c’mon,” She shivered and squeezed her eyes shut when Andy said her name again, “I know you’re not in the mood but you’re gonna just make yourself feel worse. Remember what happened a few weeks ago?”

She wished she couldn’t. Going nearly the entire day without eating only to almost binge afterwards, resulting in her throwing her guts up. But Andy was with her the whole time, rubbing her back and keeping an arm around her so she would stay supported rather than to fall face first into her own vomit from exhaustion along with cleaning her up afterwards once she was finished hurling and crying.

No matter what, Andy stayed with her through everything.

Imagine if he found out you thought you were a girl, Junior thought bitterly to herself, He’d despise you and leave you then without a doubt.

She stiffened briefly when she felt a hand on her ankle from over the blankets before recognizing Andy’s touch, relaxing just slightly. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

Junior quickly shook her head from under the pillow. She couldn’t, she absolutely couldn’t. For the first time, she didn’t want to ruin something good. She already felt like she was one wrong move from spilling it all.

She just needed to keep her mouth shut and hold it all in. She could do it, she’s been doing it her entire life. She can keep going.

Andy gave her a gentle and reassuring squeeze to her ankle. “Okay. I just want you to know that I’m here if you do want to talk. I don’t need to talk, I can just listen to as much as you need me to. Alright, Junior?”

Junior winced and wasn’t able to swallow down the whimper this time, which immediately got Andy’s attention.

“Hey, kiddo, what’s wrong?” She couldn’t see his face but she knew that he would be wearing that concerned frown, the one where he genuinely acted worried for her.

Junior shook her head again, keeping her eyes closed because she knew she would break down and cry. Andy needed to leave now before she would completely lose her mind.

The hand on her ankle moved to her back, rubbing small circles there to comfort her. “Junior?”

“Stop…”

Andy paused from his motions. “What?”

“Stop…calling me that!” Junior didn’t know why but it was like something shattered inside of her, like the dam in her finally broke.

She ripped the pillow off of her head and bolted upright, the suddenness making Andy back up slightly. “I have tried so fucking hard to be Junior! To be the perfect son Junior. The cross-country star Junior. The strong and masculine Junior. I have ripped myself to shreds and molded myself to be what everyone else wanted me to be! But for what? It’s not fucking worth it because I’m not! I’m not Junior! I’m not a boy! I’ve tried so fucking hard but I’m not, I just keep trying and trying but nothing fucking works anymore! I’m so sorry but that isn’t me, this fucking isn’t me! I’m too broken and fucked up to be Junior and to be a fucking boy!”

Junior didn’t realize she was screaming until she finally stopped, her voice hoarse. And no one said a word. Andy stared at her with wide eyes and an unreadable expression as reality slowly settled in.

Oh fuck…what did I just do?

She started shaking, her breathing picked up and she hid her face in her hands, sobbing. “I-I’m sorry, I d-didn’t mean it, I was l-lying, I-I-I…” for some reason, now she couldn’t even get the words out after everything from how hard she was hyperventilating.

Congratulations, you fucking idiot. You really did it now. You ruined it. Now Andy will think you’re disgusting. He’ll hate you. He’ll throw you out and finally leave you alone, just like you deserve, you pathetic piece of sh–

Andy’s hands went around Junior’s body, pulling her closer to him carefully until her cheek was pressed to the crook of his neck, one hand now rubbing her back up and down soothingly. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, breathe. Take some deep breaths, kiddo. Just follow my breathing, okay? Breathe…”

She was shaking through her sobs, her hands clinging onto Andy’s shirt tightly in her fists. His other hand went up to cradle the back of her head so softly as if she was something gentle and precious to him. Junior could hardly breathe but Andy kept guiding her, speaking to her kindly until she was able to finally pull in deep breaths with his help.

They barely spoke, with Junior crying and Andy whispering reassurances to her. When she started to calm down, she didn’t move, she felt too mortified. It felt like one wrong move, and Andy would finally turn her away.

“Kiddo?” He finally spoke, “Do you remember what I’ve always told you? About what I want for you?”

Junior sniffled, still crying but not nearly as badly while holding onto Andy’s shirt still for dear life. “For…for me t-to be a kid…”

“Yeah, that too. But what else?”

She thought about it longer this time, hesitating. “…that you-you want me to be h-happy…”

Andy moved away just slightly, making her whimper again but instead he adjusted himself to fully face Junior and hold her face in his hands. “Exactly. I care about you, kid. I’ve had since the moment you basically passed out on my doorstep. All I want is for you to be happy. And if being a boy doesn’t make you happy…then stop trying. Stop putting yourself through that pain, okay? Just…just be yourself.”

He was looking at her so seriously yet so gently, as if all that mattered in that moment was her. Unshed tears began building up again in her eyes and Andy continued speaking. “I mean it. I will never judge you for who you are. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere just because you aren’t a boy. I swear on the River Styx.”

That oath meant more to Junior than any other sort of promise. It was an oath from Percy Jackson, and really any kind of Greek mythology. They both knew how serious that oath was. And for that reason, it was what gave her the push that she needed to finally come out.

“Andy…I…I’m a girl…” her voice was tiny but it was still enough for Andy to hear, starting to cry again but he pulled her back into a hug.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you…” He reassured her and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “I’m so fucking proud of you, kiddo. I promise I am. I know this wasn’t easy for you, I can’t even begin to imagine how long you’ve felt like this but never said anything. So thank you for telling me. I’m proud of you.”

Junior cried a little harder at that, still not entirely used to having someone tell her that they were proud of her. But this time, the tears were more of relief and she just completely leaned against him.

Never in her life did she ever think she’d actually come out and tell someone this secret. She just thought she had to fight the feeling down further and further until it disappeared or it just ended up killing her.

But no. She lost it and everything spilled out. But…it didn’t end up badly like she thought it would.

Andy accepted her. He accepted her without another thought. Strong and tough and badass Andy accepted her and told her that he was proud of her for coming out.

This felt almost like a dream, something too good to be true for Junior.

“So…I suppose you don’t want to be called by that name anymore, right?” Andy asked and she nodded in response, gripping onto his shirt again. “Okay. Is there…another name I can call you? It doesn’t need to be your permanent name, it could be like a…placeholder. Just something temporary until you can figure out a name that makes you feel like you.”

She didn’t say anything for a moment, thinking long and hard before settling on something simple. “Maybe just…Jun. For now. Jun. Without an E at the end.”

Andy nodded and lightly leaned his cheek to her head. “Jun without an E at the end, got it.”

Jun could practically hear the smile on Andy’s face and lazily hit his side with the back of her hand. “You’re a dork…”

“Yeah, yeah I am. But so are you, so…” Andy poked Jun’s side, making her giggle before she yawned, her dysphoric episode and breakdown now tuckering her out.

“You tired, kiddo?” He asked and she yawned again while nodding, not moving from her position.

“Can I just…stay here? For a bit? Please?” Jun asked quietly and almost immediately, his hand went up to her hair and stroked her hair softly, causing her to close her eyes.

“Sure you can. And I’ll stay right here with you too. But as soon as you wake up and get hydrated, you need to eat, okay?” Andy told her, accepting his fate to have Jun fall asleep on his shoulder.

She nodded, yawning once more as a sense of pure peace and bliss filled her. She knew she was safe now. Nothing would happen to her.

“Thank you Andy…” Jun murmured under her breath.

Just before she could drift off, she felt Andy kiss her forehead, one hand playing with her hair and the other being secured around her body. “Anytime. Goodnight, Jun.”

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love-marimo · 2 years

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You'd Be So Nice To Come Home To (Toji x Reader)

ー rewriting this again because tumblr deleted the first one :(… just a self-indulgent piece to comfort myself since i'm kind of in a rut lately. don't worry there's no smut, just toji lovin' u. mentions of mental health related stuff and sex are there though. song is by helen merrill!

You had a lot on your mind: the project due by Monday, the appointment to the psychiatrist the next day, an upcoming exam week and the constant existential crisis that have decided to evolve into a seasonal thing in your life.

These days have been exhausting. You are beyond exhausted and you just want to be home.

Glancing up at the starless sky, you feel your gnawing existential dread seeping into you similar to how the moon slowly shifts into a hue of blood red.

Just a little more and you'll be home. Just a few more steps out of this empty city park and you'll be greeted by your soft bed and the warm, crimson lights that decorated the hallways of your apartment building.

And there you were, finally at the doorstep of the apartment that you call home.

You were always greeted by these crimson lamps that seemed to see and hear whatever it is running in your mind. And for once you found comfort in it, because at least you felt seen.

"You'd be so nice to come home to."

When you got to your room you immediately laid down and heaved a tired, but contented sigh. You didn't bother to change your clothes and do your routine like usual. You did want to be with someone. You want to be with him ー to feel his kisses and his touch and his warmth ー

You want to be with Toji.

But you never know if he'll come. When he does, you never know if he'll stay for a day or two or leave at the first hour of the morning. But you wait, even in your sleeping state.

You always wait for him.

2:00 AM. You felt your shoes being taken off of you along with familiar, heavy footsteps pacing around your room. You shifted in your sleep already knowing who it is, a faint smell of aloe and beer lacing together with the scent of your space.

"You'd be so nice by the fire, while the breeze on high sang a lullaby…"

Toji sits beside you in an attempt to quietly take your coat off. However, along with the midnight breeze you awaken to his face, immediately noticing an air of exhaustion around him.

"Hey doll, sorry for comin' this late at night. Just wanna check up on ya." He says, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

"Toji…" You sat up and buried yourself in his chest ー in his embrace, to which he immediately responded with a tight hug you so missed.

Right then and there, you broke.

You cried and sobbed incoherent words until you managed to gather yourself up to face him. He sat there in silence with you, gently caressing your back and fixing your hair.

"Hey, Toji… can we not have sex tonight? I just… I'm just really exhausted right now and I'm scared. I'm scared of failure and rejection and the future and I ー" Your tears stopped you from finishing your sentence as you cried again.

After a while, Toji spoke.

"Bold of ya to assume I wanna fuck right now." He says almost too seriously.

Sniffling, you let out a chuckle and slapped him on his arm.

"Hey, that was so out of line! Please let me have my moment." You say.

"But I answered your question?"

"Yeah but the way you said it-"

"Okay, alright let's just get ya changed okay?"

Toji looks through your closet for a set of pyjamas and hands it over to you. You thank and coo at him.

"Aww, never knew you'd have this caring side to you Mr. Fushiguro."

"Ugh, will you stop calling me that?" He groans in annoyance as he sits beside you on your bed.

There was a moment of silence where you just leaned on his arm and he played with your hair, letting the hours of dawn pass you by.

"You'd be all that I could desire."

Times like this are rare. You're both the type of people who'd rather die than talk about their woes in life. You both seek diversion whenever this happens and it often leads to sex. Sex is where this relationship between both of you began so you appreciate it when he goes out of his way to initiate something with you. You're comforted at the fact that he needs you as much as you need him and god forbid sometimes, you think to yourself that's all you could ever ask for.

Toji motions you to lay on your stomach to face the window as you both watch the lunar eclipse.

"Wanna take turns in talkin' about it?" He asks, kissing you on your cheek.

You nod in reply.

"Under stars chilled by the winter, under an August November moon burning above"

"Is it a new clinic?" He asks, propping his head with one arm as he turns to face you.

"Yeah, and thank goodness she's a woman. I keep on having a hard time dealing with male psychiatrists and the interns for their impatience, though I'm sure there are great male psychiatrists out there. I feel bad for public institutions though, they always have to deal with so many people every day free of charge." You complain. "What about your sword? Is there any way to fix it?"

"Yeah. But it would take a long time. I have a shit ton of missions piled up on me right now so I have to find a way to find or create an alternative."

"Toji, I'm curious."

"Huh, about what?"

"Why don't you want to fuck?"

Toji shakes his head laughs a little too loud and you glare at him for not taking the question seriously.

"Come on, I wanna know." You persist.

"Nothin'? 'Cus I wanna talk and I'm exhausted like you are. Plus, it would be unfair for ya if I decide to do it with your state right now."

"Aww, look at him. Mr. Fushiguro is all about kinship and fairness. That's so cute-" You coo and try tickling him but Toji stops you when he hovers on top of you with a playful look in his eyes.

"Do that again, I swear and I might change my mind about not fuckin' ya."

Your jaw fell for a minute but then you both burst into laughter.

"You'd be so nice, you'd be paradise…"

Being with him feels like one of the best days of your life where you get to be a giddy teenager again. But, even if you both know that you love each other, this love is fleeting. This love isn't forever. This love won't last like how you both want it to because of the nature of his job. Loving him is like letting go of a paper plane from the top floors of an apartment in New York.

You know that he's there and he will be there, but he's a man who follows the path of the wind, and in turn, you'll never know if he will return once he leaves.

Quiet tears started falling from your eyes again and Toji is quick to pull you into his arms again.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong now?"

"Nothing… I just feel relieved right now that you're here." And at that, he hugs you tighter.

"Aww, look at my sweet sugar pie actin' all grateful and shit." He coos, returning back your teasing.

"Ugh, shut up!" You feigned annoyance and pinched his cheek.

Another moment of silence falls between you both before Toji says,

"Hey."

"Hm?"

"I love you."

"…To come home to and love."

"I know, Toji. Thank you for being here. I love you too."

You reply, pressing a chaste kiss on his lips.

ー Lolita

#lolita writes #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fluff #toji x you #toji x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #toji headcanons #toji fushiguro headcanons #okay #i need to sleep #i still have an appointment tomorrow #my head is throbbing

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jessbeinme15s-notebook · 2 years

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Once in a lifetime, twice.

Ft. Toji Fushiguro and daughter reader.

Warnings : spoilers for Shibuya arc, italics are seriously abused, major character death, reminiscence?

Author's note: this contains a named reader, with an established biological sex and age. Those have significance to the story, so please feel free to think this is oc stuff too.

did I write this despite having loads of notes to finish updating? Yes. Did I write this instead of finishing my almost finished draft? Yes. I had to get it out of my system, so I may have projected a teeny bit. (narrator voice: she lied. The whole thing is mixed with things she has actually experienced before and her longing for things that will never happened agai- *gets shot*) Also. TUMBLR COMPLETELY WIPED OUT MY DRAFT. I WAS WRITING ON HERE AND IT RELOADS BY ITSELF WITHOUT ME DOING SHIT SO I LOST A DRAFT I WORKED ON FOR ONE HOUR AND HAD TO REWRITE AND TYPE WITH ADJUSTMENTS AGAIN. This whole fix is all I've been working on from four in the morning and it's 8:45 right now. FML fr

PS: I've added scenes and lined from the manga with slight alterations (not to the lines themselves). They do not, however, change the plot of the overall story of jjk as a whole or the arc itself.

PPS: do you know the amount of math I had to do? That's saying something because I'm shit at math and I've worked hard on this.

2006

name: keisuke fushiguro

Age: 15

"Dad. is that you?"

"Hmm? Do I know you?" The man turned around, looking at you quizzically.

....."oh. I'm sorry, I confused you for someone I know". You barely manage to keep the lump in your throat under control. "my bad"

's'fine'. ....what's your name?" "Keisuke." "unusual for a girl" "Yeah, I get that a lot" you looked up at him, smiling a little more genuinely this time. Okay, the tears were starting to form. "It was nice meeting you Mr. Fushiguro, I've got to go now." "yeah, me too." You turned around, ready to walk away from that place and hopefully never return to this area by any kind of luck. ....."take care, kid." you turned back around, nodding before you flash him one last smile.

One last smile, huh.

"take care"?? What was going on with him? the 'Toji Zenin', known for not giving a damn about putting an end to the man who handsomely paid him just last week telling some random teenager (probably got lost) who confused him with his father, telling her to "take care?" ...whatever, she was just a kid, after all. Sighing, he checked his targets coordinates and continued on his mission.

'that was sloppier than usual, but the money was still good' he thought to himself.

That kids face flashed through his mind again. 'That's the fifth time today.' Seriously, what was wrong with him? Was it their hair? Was it the eyes, which were the same green as his?

Shit.

that was Keisuke? his Keisuke?

the Keisuke who painted his nails and put his hair in pigtails right before an emergency mission but he didn't have time to fix his appearance so he went like that? the Keisuke who cried so loudly when he "got knocked over" by a "deadly punch" and rubbed snot all over his shirt, sobbing she "didn't mean to kill you papa pleaaaase wake up" ? the Keisuke who was a "criminal" because she "rode" the bike and was even "intrergated by the p'lice" for her "crimes" (he got pulled over and lectured for letting her stand on the fuel tank. not that anything would actually ever harm her in his sight, of course. but the police wouldn't listen). the Keisuke who got sick after eating ice cream in the winters (it was cold outside but OBVIOUSLY you wouldn't listen and begged Toji to let you have ice cream and how could he ever say no when you looked at him like that? he got scolded so harshly for it too, making him cry (mamaguro said "are you crazy? ice cream in winter? couldn't you have at least tried to convince her to eat something warmer? but nooooo. of course you bought her ice cream *smack*) and even got hit! that Keisuke?

"...Toji. Keisuke is a male name. The baby's female." "Exactly. Imagine if I call out the name "Keisuke" and that old fart turns around to find an adorable little girl instead! I think that's funn-" "WHY'D YOU HIT ME!?" "DON'T CURSE IN FRONT OF THE BABY."

The smile. The upturn of the eyes that so resembled hers. That little scar on left hands pinky from when you pretended your fingers were "veggie sticks" and were about to chop the lot into pieces. he saw it when you had lifted you hand to tuck your hair back into place. "Mr. Fushiguro". he never remembered telling her his own name.

why did he remember all this now?

his mouth felt salty. his face was..... wet?

quickly wiping his tears off, he decided he needed a smoke. not that it did anything to his body of course, but he seriously felt he should.

2006

name: keisuke fushiguro

name meaning: "save". toji chose this name as mamaguro and his (yet to be born) daughter saved him from who he was and made him a better person.

age: 27, 1890 born.

age difference between her and megumi : 12

status: alive.

technique: shadow manipulation. they can control shadows, and create them, similar to the ten shadows technique. exept this technique allows the user to create shikigami rather than summon them. there is no exorcism ritual as seen with the ten shadows technique.

ex 1: the user makes a shikigami of a human, using their own self (or another person) as a producer of the shadow. this shikigami, depending on the level of cursed energy input, can talk and maintain intellectual conversation equal to that of the original, but can never exeed the original's own capability. think of it as shadow cloning, in this particular example.

ex 2: the user makes a shikigami of an object or animal. depending on the level of cursed enery input, the cursed object can carry messages, but not communicate. it stays in function until exorcised or put to rest by the user. this technique is newly formed, and could be considered a variant of the ten shadows technique.

2006, Tokyo jujutsu high

Chp 67

"Going for a quick buck doesn't suit you. I'm counting on you, sorcerer killer."

"Oh, right... How's Megumi doing?"

"..who's that again?"

Chp 70

"Do I ....know you from somewhere?"

"Don't sweat it. I'm not one to remember some dude's name either."

Chp 73

"Oh, I remember now."

"Megumi. The name means blessings. And I'm the one that gave it to him."

Chp 75

Unease.

"I don't wanna work for free" I'd usually just say that and run away. But the person in front of me was a user of the infinity jujutsu, who probably became the strongest sorcerer in our generation.

I wanted to deny it. To go against it. Against the Zeni'n clan that declined me, against the apex of the jujutsu world.

In order to reaffirm my identity, I warped my usual self.

I had already lost at that point.

I thought I had discarded that pride...

I had decided not to respect myself or anyone else. I thought I had chosen to live like that...

"Do you have any last words?"

"nah."

“Keisuke. Meaning save.”

Keisuke. You'll forgive me for not being around anymore, Won't you? I know I haven't since mom died and I left you all alone that night. That must've been so scary. I'm sorry sweetheart. I'm so, so sorry. You're a big girl now, and I'm very proud of you. Always have been. I hope you'll forgive me. You have a little brother. Remember? Try to meet him, if you can.

"....in two or three years, my kid will get sold to the Zen'in clan. Do whatever you want."

2018, shibuya.

Chp 98

"Satoru Gojo still isn't around. it's not a problem. You go down and keep killing sorcerers."

"...? Grandchild?"

"Hey, old hag. Who the hell do you think you're givin' orders to?"

"What's going on...? I only summoned the body's information!!"

My rule is never to summon the soul's information to avoid this exact worst-case scenario!!

"Oh, gotcha."

"I'm not exactly sure what's going on, but my body's special. I'd say this guys soul lost to my body."

"Kill sorcerers, huh? I guess that includes you!"

Chp 113

"So, about my kid.." "he's definitely got potential."

"If his cursed technique manifests when he's five or six... handing him over to you guys won't be problem. But that depends on the money, of course. I'll be expecting eight with an inherited technique. Seven without it."

...take care of Megumi, okay? That place is useless for someone like me. But for him.. for someone with potential... it'll be a little better.

I don't care...

I don't care anymore.

First Keisuke, now Megumi? Man, the gods really did hate him. In a twisted way, he was grateful. So very grateful. To see both his son and daughter, growing up and being strong young people. He cursed and thanked whatever shitty god was watching his shitshow of a life, made better by three people. One of whom he met the last time before he died, the other now.

"Hey. What's your name?"

"...? Fushiguro..."

"...not Zen'in, huh? Good for you."

An: was this a product of my impulsiveness? Yes. Do I even know where I went with this? No. But like I said I'm trying to cope w smth and this helped me so here ya go.

Extra note for Keisuke of you're interested is here.

#dad toji fushiguro #toji jjk #megumi jjk #jjk stuff #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo jjk #ik its not long but i wrote this for *me* so #jess writes stuff #toji x reader fluff #the lower case is purposeful btw

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Glass and Gold Child

Chapter 1: One Day in the Life of Alex Yates

Word Count: 2 k

Warning: Strong language, alcohol abuse

a/n: Hello everyone! In my mission to write as many Michael and David characters as I can, here's another effort: a wee rewrite of There She Goes with my OC.

2015:

Simon had been trying to get Rosie to calm down all morning. Ben just watched that disaster unfold while their father tried to drag her back from the park to have dinner.

"Where's your sister when we need her?" Simon groaned, pulling Rosie away from a car that she ran to because the license plate had a big X on it, her absolute favorite.

"What's going on?" Alex asked when she came back from her judo practice. She still wore her white trousers with a black tank top and her brown belt wrapped around her waist.

"Fuck, Alexandra, there you are! Can you…?"

"Hey, Rosie!" She greeted with a big smile.

"X! X!" The little girl called.

"That's me, come on, are you gonna be good or will I have to give these wotsits to Dad?"

Rosie let out a happy screech when she saw the blue package and reached for it. It was never too quiet around her, she was always making noises to communicate, but those happy noises were always welcome.

She took the snack from Alex and gave her older sister a clumsy hug.

"Can you say thank you?" Alexandra asked.

In response, Rosie did the sign in BSL and her sister ruffled her hair.

"You're a miracle worker," Simon sighed as they walked from the park. "You can't be going around and leaving us alone. She needs you."

"You hear how insane that sounds, Dad?" Ben chuckled. "She's not her mum, besides, she was at practice not even hanging out."

"Not helping, Ben," he hissed.

"It went well then?" Emily, the matriarch of the family, asked while she prepared the food.

"As well as it can go," Simon murmured, watching the kids get around the table. "I was thinking, what if we never send Alex to college?"

"What? Are you insane?"

"You know what I mean! Sometimes she's the only one who can calm Rosie down and can you imagine the epic meltdown that Darwin's little exception is gonna have when her big sis moves out?"

"Simon, we can't just ask Alex not to live her life. We're their parents, it's our job to look after them, not hers."

"Now you just sound like Ben!"

"Because even an 11-year-old boy has more common sense than you! She's 17, she'll leave eventually, we're gonna have to make it work."

"Remember when it was just her?" Simon smiled.

"When you were not a total prick? Yeah, I remember."

2001:

"Where's Daddy?" Alexandra asked, crawling on the floor, even after she learned how to walk, she still loved to crawl.

"He's coming home, remember when I told you about Daddy working to buy your Christmas presents?" Emily picked up her little girl and kissed her forehead. "Why do you love Daddy so much? Can't it be Mummy?"

"No! Only Daddy," Alex laughed at her mother's expression when she said that.

"Where are my girls?" Simon opened the door and opened his arms to take his daughter. "There's my little princess! How you doing, sweet pea?"

"Good! I missed you!"

"I missed you too!" He bounced her and kissed all over her chubby little cheeks. "Oh, there's my queen."

"Good one," Emily laughed. "She's been talking about you all day, she's a little chatterbox."

"Aww but that's cute! Remember when she'd speak full sentences before she could even walk? It was a nice party trick."

"I know, and it's cute, but I do hope our next daughter is less chatty. For my sanity."

"I heard that!" Alex gasped.

"See, now you hurt my little princess!" Simon joked. "Can you get me a beer, Em?"

"Noooo I don't like beer Daddy," the little girl cried.

"Wow, that is not concerning at all…" Emily arched an eyebrow. "Did Daddy ever hurt you after drinking beer?"

"Only on the inside…"

"No! I'm not-! You meant your heart, right? I hurt your feelings?" Simon asked, panicked.

"Yeah, you were mean."

"See, Em? Never say that again, sweetie, people might get the wrong idea and then they'll take Daddy to jail. Is that what you want?"

"No! We need to watch Barbie and the Nutcracker!"

"Good girl, if Daddy's in jail he can't watch Barbie and the Nutcracker with you."

2006:

"HIYAAAAAA!" Alex jumped on her father's stomach after bringing him to the floor with a rather flawless valley drop.

"Jesus Christ! That's what we're paying for? For you to learn how to kill your father in karate?" Simon groaned, curling up into a ball.

"It's judo, Daddy!" She laughed.

"Oh pardon me, I wouldn't wanna be rude to the little girl who just broke my ribs. You're always complaining I'm not home enough and when I am, you just wanna punish me."

Alexandra frowned and wrapped her little arms around him, kissing his cheek. She did complain because ever since her mum got pregnant, she would barely see him at all.

He was always 'at work' or with his friends and whenever she saw him, it was beer Daddy, not the one she loved.

"I'm sorry, I didn't wanna hurt you."

"Hey, sweetheart, it's okay," Simon assured, kissing the top of her head. "Daddy's sorry, okay? I wish I could be home more, but- it's hard to explain, my baby. Sometimes grown-ups do silly things even when they know it's wrong and then when they try to undo it, they can't right away. But I promise I'll make it better."

"Are you and Mummy getting divorced?"

"Why did you have to be such a smart girl?" He sighed. "I don't know, darling, I don't want to, but sometimes it's what's best for mummies and daddies."

"And then we'll never see you again?"

"Of course you'll see me, Alex! Even if one day I'm no longer Mummy's husband, I'm still your and your siblings' daddy, that'll never change. You're stuck with me for life, kiddo. Is that okay? You being stuck with your old man?"

"That's okay," Alex smiled. "I wanna come live with you if you leave."

"Why is that, princess?" Simon sat up, a bit worried that she'd given that whole thing so much thought. She shouldn't be pondering on that sort of thing.

"Because Mummy loves Rosie more. She only ever holds Rosie and talks to Rosie and about Rosie."

"Awww Alex, that's not true," he took her in his arms, stroking her long dark waves. "Mummy is only busy with Rosie because she was just born. She's just a little baby and she was born really small, she needs attention."

"I know, but when Ben was born, it wasn't like that. Mummy still loved me when he was a baby."

"Mummy still loves you now, sweetie, don't worry. But if you ever wanna come live with me, that'll be okay and… I mean, not that we're actually getting divorced. That's not happening as far as I'm concerned. Okay?"

"Okay… is it time to go to judo yet?"

"Yeah, it's time, come on."

Simon grabbed her Barbie backpack with her uniform and a little snack.

"Are you gonna stay and watch me?" Alex asked hopefully.

"I can't, sweetie. Daddy's meeting Aunt Helen, but I'll be there when you're done," Simon picked her up and looked up the stairs. "Em! I'm taking the little monster to judo!"

Father and daughter took the train, as Simon wouldn't learn how to drive to save his life, and he dropped her off at her class.

Alex saw Daddy leave and wanted to cry, to scream about how he never sat to watch her practices anymore like the other parents did, but she didn't. She was brave and put on her uniform all by herself.

She diligently got through her class and changed back into her street clothes, excited to tell her father that she was getting a new belt soon.

"Hey, I'm getting the yellow-orange belt, Daddy. It means I'm halfway to getting my orange belt which is my favorite color! I can't wait!" She whispered to herself as she sat right outside the dojo with the other kids.

One by one, the kids were picked up by their parents, but Alexandra stayed there, swinging her little legs and rehearsing what to say to Dad when he finally arrived.

"Yeah, she's still here," the sensei said into the phone. "Don't worry, I know you have a new baby at home, Mrs. Yates, I can drive her. It's no problem."

Alex never got to say her perfectly rehearsed lines celebrating her new achievement. She sat in silence the entire car ride back to her house and when her mother opened the door, she burst into tears.

"Hey, hey sweetie, it's okay," Emily hugged her after putting Rosie down in the crib. "Don't cry, baby. I'm sorry you were scared."

"I wasn't scared! He didn't come and he told me he would! Why won't anyone love me anymore?" Alexandra hit her head on the wall a few times before her mother could catch her.

"Mum? Why is Al hurting herself? Don't hurt yourself, Al!" Ben whispered, bringing her a pillow.

"Hear that? Your brother is worried about you, he loves you and so do I, so does Rosie, so does Daddy. And your grandparents, Aunt Soph…"

"Daddy doesn't love me, he left me there. He's not my daddy anymore!"

"It's not true, Al, you're his precious little princess and he just made a mistake. He forgot he was supposed to be there or he missed the train- the point is, everyone makes mistakes," Emily said even though she was also furious with her husband and that was far from his first fuck up. "Tell me how was class, let me make you something to eat."

"I get a yellow-orange belt next week, I'm not hungry," Alex said while she stomped up the stairs to get to her bedroom.

She hid in there all afternoon and when it was almost time to sleep, the door slowly opened and Simon came in stumbling over himself.

"Mummy just told me what happened, I'm so sorry, my pumpkin pie. I lost track of time, when I realized it was already eight," he slurred.

"Get out of here! You stink, I hate beer Daddy! I hate all daddies! I hate you!"

"I understand, I get it. I love you though and I'm really sorry," he said, too embarrassed to look her in the eye. "Mum told me you're getting a new belt? That's exciting, you're one closer to orange, your favorite."

"Whatever, if you cared you would've watched me."

"I swear, I promise next week I'll be there to see it."

"No, you won't! I don't believe you anymore. Go away, I'm going to sleep."

2015:

The noise her sister made was indication she wasn't happy about it.

"That is my monster, its ears are so fluffy!" Alex read and closed the book. "Now, my little monster Rosie, it's time for bed."

"I know, I know you don't want to. But let me tell you something. I know you can't talk, but you understand me, right? You get what X is saying?"

Rosie didn't nod or give any proof that it was true, but she stared directly at Alex, she was listening.

"If you close your eyes and fall asleep, you can play with the nice monsters and Hippo in dreamland. Right here," she touched Rosie's head. "Don't you wanna play with Hippo and the monsters from the book? Yeah, I know. So please, close your eyes and sleep, alright? I love you, pretty girl."

When Alexandra put up the gate to stop her sister from leaving the room, she noticed her parents were watching from afar.

"Sorry, I'm gonna go wash the dishes now," she chuckled, knowing she was behind on her chores.

"No! Don't you dare, Alex," Emily hugged her tightly. "You help more than enough and honestly I feel bad about it sometimes. Daddy will do the dishes."

"What? Why me?" Simon yelped. "I mean, yeah, I agree she shouldn't have to after getting Rosie to sleep, but why me?"

"Because you're a lazy arse," Alexandra laughed.

"You know what? Let's just order some pizza and relax while we have a little time," Emily suggested.

"Ah come on! We order pizza every week, let's have something different," Simon wrapped his arms around each of them.

"I don't think lazy arses have the right to decide," Alex laughed. "Come on, let's play a game while we wait. Oh! And remember tomorrow everyone needs to come to the gym, I'm getting my black belt!"

"Don't worry, princess, we'll all be there for you," he smiled.

#there she goes #there she goes fanfic #david tennant fanfic #simon yates #fanfic #au #oc

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warmaidensrevenge · 2 years

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Pairings: Eddie Munson x Plus size reader

A/N: Please please prepare yourselves. This is gonna hurt. But have hope. I still have a whole season to write. Not proof read and no word count. Part 2 of my rewrite of season 4 of stranger things. Like I mentioned before. It's gonna be very similar to the show with minor differences. Please don't hate me after.

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

Warnings: 18+ no minors, violence, death, smut, angst, slight body insecurities

Part 8: Ruination

Summary: This can't be the end.

You couldn't sleep at all.

Instead, you watched Eddie toss and turn all night.

Never in your life had you felt so useless and afraid. And no matter how optimistic you tried to be, there wasn't a good ending that you could see.

You played scenario after scenario in your head. Trying to find him a way out of this. But all things pointed to the end of Eddie's life.

He would either be on the run or end up in prison until he died. No matter the outcome, you guys couldn't be together.

Sure you could run with him. And if it came down to it, you would. You would follow him to the depths of hell if he asked you. But a life of always looking over your shoulders was no future.

So you silently cried and prayed for this to be over. You begged whatever higher power there was to help get him through this.

...

As the sun came up, you headed to the kitchen to make a call.

" Hey bud."

There was a bit of a rustle on Dustin's side. "Y/n? Is everything alright?"

You sighed. " Y-yeah. Ummm...could you do me a solid and bring some food?"

" Sure! What should I get?"

You opened the cupboard and didn't see anything good. " Whatever you can get us. Ed- Eddie likes Honeycomb and Yoo-Hoo. But could you get him a couple of apples and bananas too?

"Yeah. Got it. Do you want anything?"

You shook your head. " No. But maybe you could bring some comic books or a copy of The Hobbit."

" Okay." He went quiet for a second. " Ummm Y/n?"

You rubbed your eyes with your thumb and index finger. " Yeah?"

" It's gonna be fine. We're gonna fix this."

You tilted your head back and fanned your eyes to stop from crying again. "I-I hope so."

After you hung up, you searched everywhere. There was nothing left in Rick's house but a can of spaghetti O's and a can of smoked oysters.

If Eddie was high, he would eat the shellfish with Tabasco and crackers with no problem. Then he would say something gross about how the smell reminded him of a girl he used to know.

But sober Eddie would never.

The spaghetti O's were okay. However, it wasn't gonna last him at all. He could eat 3 cans in one sitting and still ask for dessert.

You shook your head and sighed. He was just gonna have to wait until Dustin came.

While looking for things to do, you decide to put his clothes to wash. If you could do anything at all, you could at the very least make sure he was comfortable and clean.

You checked on him constantly throughout the morning. Just to make sure he was still there and breathing.

And once his clothes were dry, you sat at the kitchen table and started folding. You paused when you got to his Hellfire shirt.

You wish you could go back.

You wanted to go back in time and have him take you home. If he had, he could have forgotten all about meeting Chrissy. Or maybe you should've gone with him. Then you could understand what he was feeling.

You would have given anything to erase what he saw and heard.

Eddie watched as you sat quietly staring at his shirt. He couldn't bring himself to say anything. Even though there was so much going on in his head. He couldn't form the words.

Instead, he walked in and sat at the table.

You gave him a weak smile, but he didn't look at you. So you got up and started heating up the food.

A few minutes later, you set the bowl in front of him. " I umm washed your clothes."

He kept his eyes down but nodded. He couldn't look at your beautiful face without being ashamed.

He always knew he was a coward, but now everyone knew. And so did you.

You sat quietly across from him. Trying to convince yourself to be strong for him. But what could you say? How do you do this? Do you wait for him to come to you? Or do you approach him again?

You closed your eyes and tried to think. But you were drawing a blank.

A minute or so passed and you heard the clink of the spoon hitting the bowl.

You opened your eyes and saw that he had stood up. Your gaze followed him towards his pile of clothes, then down the hall.

You sighed heavily and took his empty bowl to the sink.

At least he ate.

Tears fell into the dish water as you tried to clean up.

You shook your head. What do I do?

A few moments later, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You wiped the tears away so he wouldn't see them.

" You ok, Munson?" You sniffled.

He turned you around and embraced you.

You hesitate for a moment but then gave in. You hugged him so tight that you honestly felt like you were hurting him.

When you went to loosen your hold on him, he held on tighter.

" I'm glad you're here, pretty girl." He whispered.

You opened your mouth to say something but just then you guys heard a car.

Before you could actually think, he was pulling you outside, back into the boat house.

You both stood there, out of breath, trying to see who pulled in.

Just a few seconds later, the door swung open.

You and Eddie jumped. Then you felt him push you behind him while he held up a broken bottle towards the door. Like he was gonna protect you from whatever or whomever came through that door.

" Delivery service." Dustin said, with a smile.

You and Eddie sunk your shoulders in relief.

Eddie then quickly snatched one of the bags and pulled out one of the boxes of Honeycomb.

He shoved a fist full of dried cereal into his mouth before offering you some.

You held up your hand and said no thanks.

You haven't eaten anything since campaign night. But there was so much going on that eating was the last thing on your mind.

You followed Eddie towards the boat he was hiding in yesterday.

He climbed in and held out a hand for you to join him.

When you did, he pulled at your waist to get you as close as possible.

It was silly, but he wanted to make sure you were safe. And the only way he could guarantee that, was to have you touching him at all times.

You were so enamored with him stuffing his mouth with cereal. Even with the circumstances, he still looked so handsome.

" So we got uhh some uh good news and some bad news." Dustin said. "How do you prefer it?"

Eddie eyed you and took a swig of his yoo-hoo before looking back to Dustin. "Bad news first, always."

You and he listened as Dustin explained that the police were convinced that he killed Chrissy.

Even though you played this conversation in your head last night, you were still shocked to hear it.

You started to fidget and bouncing your knee. But this time, Eddie's touch didn't melt it away.

In return, broke his heart.

Robin took a few steps towards you guys. " Your name hasn't gone public yet. But if we found out about you, it's only a matter of time before others do too. And once that gets out, everyone and their shallow minded mother is gonna be gunning for you."

" Hunt the freak." Eddie uttered.

You squeezed his hand. "Not a freak." You whispered.

He looked at you and smiled a little. If you only knew how important it was to him that you believed him.

You guys listen to this weird game plan that consists of killing Vecna.

" How are you gonna find him?" You asked.

" We are in the brainstorming phase of this plan?" Max responded.

Your eyes looked over at each of your friends. They had no clue what to do. But neither did you. All you knew was shit was about to get weird.

Out of the blue, there were sirens.

You immediately turned to Eddie.

" Get down!" You ordered, while reaching for a tarp.

Everyone else went to the window.

When you finished hiding him, you went to look too.

There were cops and an ambulance drive by.

That's when you thought, if you didn't get home soon, your dad would report you missing. And if you were reported missing, the search for you would lead the cops right to Eddie.

You couldn't make things worst for him. He was innocent and he couldn't get caught. Not until you guys had a way to clear his name.

Once you guys no longer heard the sirens, you voiced your concerns.

You looked at Eddie who seemed lost. You saw his lip quiver and tears forming in the corner of his eyes when you pulled away from the hug goodbye.

" When it's safe. I promise. I will come back." You told him. Doing your best to fight back the tears as well.

He nodded and you guys left.

Steve drove towards the sirens.

The car came to a halted and all of you got out when the road was blocked off.

That's when you saw Nancy talking to the police. She waved when she saw you.

...

You finally made it home, more worried than ever. There was another murder.

Now you knew without a doubt that Eddie was innocent. You were with him the entire night, up until a few minutes ago. So what Dustin and the others were saying had to be true.

You walked through the door and your dad, who was on the phone, hung up and asked you to explain yourself.

You ended up telling him a lie. You said that you and your friends were putting up posters for Eddie and that you spent the night at the Wheelers.

He seemed to accept that excuse but made fuss about you not calling him to let him know you were okay.

He also told you that he was called into work early, because something was going on with the system. So he might have to stay over.

Before he left for work, he opened his gun case and handed you a pistol.

"For protection." He said.

He explained how to use it and if you needed to, to squeeze the trigger don't pull it.

You nodded and went to your room.

The moment your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light. However, you were haunted by nightmares of Eddie.

...

You woke up late into the next day.

When you looked at the clock it was suppertime.

You ran downstairs and called Nancy.

So much had happened in such a short amount of time.

Nancy and Robin went on the search for information about Victor Creel. Max apparently was next on some creepy list. And Dustin was trying to get a hold of Mike and El.

Once you got off the phone with the girls, you called Eddie.

He must have been going stir crazy that you hadn't checked in.

After 3 no answers, you started worrying. Eddie had said he wouldn't do anything without letting you know first.

You called Rick's number once more, but you still got the answering machine.

Then you called Dustin. He said that he found Eddie. And that he was at skull rock. Currently, they were on their way there.

" Hold on. Why did he leave Rick's?" You asked.

Dustin was just about to say something about Jason, when you heard a knock at the front door.

" Uhh forget it. I'll meet you guys there."

You hung up and went to open the door.

"Hi. Y/n." He said with a smile.

" Jason?"

" I came to see if you knew anything about where your boyfriend might be."

" I-I" You swallowed thickly. " I'm sorry, I have no-"

He cut you off by pushing his way into the house.

You took a few steps back and held up a hand. " What the hell are you doing!? You need to leave right now!"

He pointed a finger in your face. " I know you know where he is pig! And you're gonna tell me!"

You turned to try to run upstairs but he grabbed your hair and pulled you backwards.

You ended up crashing into the hallway table. Falling to the ground right after.

Jason came and straddled you as you tried to fight him off.

" Jason! Please!" You begged. " I don't-"

" YOU DO KNOW!" He shouted.

He reached for something when you kept fighting back. He raised the ceramic bowl that held your keys above his head. And just before he was about to strike, you brought your elbow down as hard as you could hitting his dick.

He dropped the bowl and keeled over to the side, moaning in pain

You finally had your chance and ran upstairs.

Jason was shortly on your tail.

You hurried to your bedside table and pulled the gun out. You turned around just as he entered your room.

He came to a skidded stop when he saw what you were pointing at him.

Your heart was pumping like crazy and you were almost out of breath. " I said, I don't know where he is and even if I did. I would never tell you. Now get the fuck out!"

He gave you a death glare before retreating.

You lowered the gun and sighed. On the verge of tears.

After a few moments, you went back down stairs in a hurry to lock the door. You then sat on the steps and tried to calm down. But seeing the broken bowl on the ground was what finally made you cry. All of the pain came out as you hugged yourself and sobbed.

...

Eddie was walking through the upside down with Steve. He had just told him that he would have never jumped in the lake if Robin and Nancy hadn't gone first.

" Outside of D&D, I am nooo hero. I see danger and I turn heel and run or at least that's what I've learned about myself this week."

Steve grunted while his ribs and smacked him on the arm. " Give yourself a break...if it was Y/n, you wouldn't hesitate."

Eddie frowned. Now the thought of you in danger had him second guessing himself. Would he have jumped after you? Would he risk his life to save yours?

There was only one answer he could think of and that was an overwhelming yes. Of course he would. Well, he hoped he would.

Steve didn't like how quiet he suddenly got. This whole time he would not shut up.

But now that Eddie was silent, he felt bad for putting that idea in his head.

" Look man." Steve groaned from the pain. " Ugh, y/n is a good person and I can see you love her a lot. Everyone can see it. You guys are the goal. You would do anything to keep her safe right?"

Eddie nodded. " I would."

" And I know she would do the same for you. You guys have the type of love that I wished I had."

Steve looked towards Nancy then looked back at him. " You gotta do whatever it takes."

Eddie put a hand on his shoulder. " Wheeler jumped in after you without a second thought man. I think you already have it...I don't know what happened between you two but you need to get her back."

Steve looked over to Nancy again and wished he could. He wished there was a right combination of words that he could say to get her back.

But he knew there was nothing he could do. Not while she was still with Johnathan.

He kept walking with Eddie. With every step he felt weaker and weaker. Then he stumbled.

Eddie quickly grabbed him so he wouldn't fall.

He looked him over and saw the bandage filled with blood.

" Shit, shit, shit! Guys? Hey guyyyyss?!"

Robin and Nancy looked back.

Eddie threw Steve's arm around his shoulders. " We need to get him help."

...

A little later while you were cleaning up the mess Jason left, you got a call from Dustin saying that Eddie, Nancy, Steve and Robin were at lovers lake. And the last time he saw them, they jumped in.

You hung up on him and grabbed your keys and went for the front door. You picked up your bike and was about to take off until you heard someone whispering your name.

" Munson?"

"Shhhh!" Robin loudly shushed.

You looked over and saw her and Nancy holding up Steve.

You gasped when you saw all the blood. " Oh my God! What-"

" We need help. Eddie said you could help." Nancy whispered.

You nodded and led them into the house.

"Where... where's Munson?" You asked, while closing the door behind them.

Robin looked up after helping Steve to the couch. She pointed a finger towards the ceiling.

You then heard a thump and then heavy footsteps coming down the stairs.

You turned to see Eddie slightly out of breath as he hit the landing.

You practically jumped into his arms. He hugged you so tight that it was a little hard to breathe. You then pushed him back a little and looked him over. Pulling back his jacket to see if he was hurt.

He smiled to himself seeing you worried about him. "I'm ok, pretty girl. But he needs some help." He pointed at Steve.

You turned and nodded before going to the couch. You pushed back Eddie's vest and shivered seeing the ligature mark around his neck. Then you observed all the scratches and bite marks.

You almost passed out from all the blood but you took a deep breath then ran upstairs. Coming back down with a first aid kit.

" Steve I'm gonna clean these up before they get infected ok?"

Steve writhed in pain every time you put a little pressure anywhere.

" I'm so sorry but I have to do this." You tried to reassure him.

You filled gauze after gauze with dirt and blood. Finally, when you were satisfied with all the small wounds you removed the bandage that was wrapped around his waist.

" Shit! Th-this is gonna need stitches...Nance, please go to the kitchen and in the junk drawer next to the fridge there's a sewing kit." You ordered.

She nodded and took off. She came back 15 seconds later. You grabbed her hand and told her to keep pressure on the wound. While you threaded a needle.

"Have... have you done this before?" Robin asked, while hovering over you.

" N-no, but I mended Munson's leather jacket a few times. It should be relatively similar." You answered, while taking a quick glance at Eddie. He was pacing with a queazy look on his face.

You laughed a little to yourself, knowing that blood made him nauseous too.

" Ok Steve, Hun this is gonna hurt. But please try not to move, okay?"

He pressed his lips together and nodded.

You go to work sewing.

Steve tried to muffle his screams. But it hurt. So much so that he had reached over to grab the back of your arm and squeezed.

Once you were done, he slid his hand down to your waist.

Eddie saw that and wanted to smack his arm away.

You cover up the wounds with fresh gauze then got up to get some Tylenol and antibiotics from when you had mono.

" Here." You said, helping him sit up a bit to take the pills.

"Thanks L/n" He groaned out.

You nodded and helped him lay back down. Covering him with a blanket after, making sure he was comfortable.

Robin grinned at you." That was bad ass."

You sighed and stroked his hair. " Rest now."

Steve tried to give you a smile but, he ended up closing his eyes.

You went upstairs to grab pillows, blankets and extra clothes for Nancy and Robin. Squeezing Eddie's hand before going.

" Hey, so they're gonna be big. But they should work for tonight. There's a bathroom down the hall to the right. You guys can clean up. I'll do your laundry in the morning. Help yourselves to anything in the kitchen. My dad should be home around 8. So we have until then to figure out what to do."

Everyone nodded.

" Oh and try to keep an eye on him." You pointed at Steve. " If he gets a fever, that might be an infection. We have to take him to the hospital if he does."

Nancy and Robin both agreed and gave you a hug. After, you went back upstairs to your room with Eddie.

You walked in and took off your shirt that was covered in dirt and blood. You then did your best to wipe off your hands that were shaking.

" What happened there?" Eddie whispered.

You looked where he was pointing then walked to the mirror on the door to see the extent of the bruises.

You sighed heavily. "Oh... yeah, I got into it with the table and the table won."

You heard a light chuckle before turning and going to him. You hung your head. "Jason came by looking for you...we kinda got into it."

Eddie furrowed his brow. " He did that to you?"

You nodded. " But it's fine. I got him in the balls."

His voice trembled with rage. "I'm gonna kill him!"

You looked up at him and shook your head. " You will do no such thing, Munson."

He was panting, staring at the door. He was going to march right out of there and find Jason. And beat him within an inch of his life. But, you cupped his face and kissed him gently. Within a few seconds he calmed down.

He pressed his forehead against yours. "Are you okay?"

You nodded lightly. " Better now that I know you're okay....I missed you."

He held you tighter." I-I missed you too, pretty girl."

He kissed you again. This time it was much harder than before and he started getting real grabby.

"Munson stop." You said, pulling away a bit.

He took a small step back.

You looked at him but couldn't tell what was wrong.

You brows pinched together. " What's going on with you?"

He lifted his arm and started rubbing the back of his neck. " I'm sorry. I -I guess I just got a little jealous when I saw you taking care of Harrington."

You shook your head. " That's all I was doing. I was just trying to help."

" I know. I know. I'm sorry. It's just, he was touching you where I touch you and I didn't like it."

You hugged him again. " I am the one person you never have to worry about....I love you. And only you. And to be fair you touch me everywhere so..."

He held you a little tighter. " I know, pretty girl. And I love you too. More than anything. And you're right. I'm sorry."

All of a sudden, his smell punching you in the nose.

He stunk of mildew and musk. And his hair had mud in it.

You let him go and led him into the bathroom.

You helped take off his jacket. Then lifted his shirt up. You went to undo his handcuff belt as he kicked off his dirty white shoes.

Once his body was bare, he helped you.

You got in the shower and let the water run down your face.

Eddie, who was behind you, ran his hand over your shoulder and kissed it. You turned to him and rested your hands on his shoulders while he wrapped his around your waist.

You stared at his necklace and sucked in a sharp breath. " Please don't put yourself in danger again...I can't handle losing you."

He lifted your chin to make you meet his gaze. " I promise if you promise."

You pressed your lips together before answering. " Promise promise."

After you guys showered, he followed you back into the room. You guys made love that night. But it was different. It wasn't lustful like the last time.

It was the closeness you both needed. To be vulnerable with each other again. A moment where all the problems you guys faced were the furthest from your minds. To be reminded how close you guys were to losing one another.

It was a silent promise to be together, no matter what. To be there for each other. It was a beautiful moment that both of you needed.

...

You woke up before everyone else to make them something to eat. Once everyone was awake you guys came up with a plan to destroy Vecna.

But you guys needed a ride.

Eddie, like the doofus he was, snuck around the trailer park with Max's Michael Myers mask. Making you want to burst out laughing. But the occasion did not call for it.

He ended up hotwired a camper and you guys took off to this guns and ammo store.

Everyone but you and Eddie went in.

You were sitting in the back of the camper while he paced.

" We could run you know?" He said.

You lifted a brow. " Run? Run where?"

" We could go to Mexico or something."

You shook your head. " I hate bugs and the heat.'

He stopped pacing and put a hand on his hip. " Fine, Canada then."

You chuckled a little. " Munson, you can't stand the cold."

He huffed. " Well, you pick then. My point is that we ditch them and get the hell out of here."

" We can't just abandon them, Munson." You stood up and went to him. " We have to stop this. Whatever this is... We have to get you cleared. This town needs us... Our friends need us. We have to do this for your uncle and for everyone. We have to do this for Fred and Patrick. We have to do this for Chrissy...We gotta stop this. So that you and I can go to Michigan and figure out our future."

He agreed as he met your forehead with his. " When did you get so brave, pretty girl?"

You softly smiled. " I guess being with you, brings out the best in me."

He smirked. " And you me."

...

The others came back and all of you headed to a field to prepare for war.

You sat off to the side helping make spears, while the others were training.

You looked worriedly at Eddie who was practicing with Dustin.

The conversation that happened during the drive there kept playing in your mind.

Much to your dismay, Eddie and Dustin were tasked to distract the demibats, while you went with Steve, Nancy, and Robin.

As much as you hated the idea of separating from Eddie, your other friends were gonna need an extra hands to destroy Vecna.

Nancy saw you lost in thought. " Hey, it's going to be okay Y/n."

You looked over her and she gave you a forced smile.

"Eddie and Dustin are going to be perfectly safe." She tried to reassure you.

You nodded and focused your attention on the spears. Then you remember the gun.

" Here." You said, holding out the weapon. " You probably can use this better than me."

Eddie walked up to join you two. " Ya Wheeler, my girls more of a hand to hand combat type."

" umm more like melee type." You said, reaching in your bag, pulling out a replica of Frodo's sword Sting.

He looked at you with a grin. " Meera Lang. You. Are. A. Dork."

You furrowed your brow. " You have the same one!"

He squatted next to you and put a hand on your knee. " I didn't say I wasn't one. But you...you definitely are."

You guys laughed.

Nancy smiled at you two. She always knew you and him were meant to be.

...

When you got to the Munson's trailer, you looked up in aww at the gaping hole in the ceiling. There was a bed sheet that was hanging on to something invisible just above the mattress.

You made a sour face seeing his old sheets again." Where are the sheets I bought you?"

Eddie put his arm up to rub the back of his head and nervously laughed. " They were uhhh itchy."

Your brows knitted together. "Why didn't you tell me? We could have gotten different ones."

He put his hands on your shoulders and started rubbing them. " I-I didn't want to make you feel bad. Besides you liked them."

You pouted. " That's because I thought you did."

He grinned. " How about this, when we get back, we can go shopping for ones that we both really like. Even if they're pink."

You raised your brows. " Really?"

He beamed at you and nodded.

You were just about to kiss him when Robin made a gagging sound.

" Guys! We get it. You're in love. Now can we get back to the mission?"

You and Eddie laughed.

Everyone climbed up into the upside down.

It was beyond anything you could have imagined.

It looked like snow was falling but it wasn't. There was red lightning reflecting off the cloudy sky.

It was so eerie and all so unbelievable. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be unthinkable. But somehow, it wasn't a figment of your imagination.

You had your initial shock at first but then you started fortifying the trailer with everyone else.

Once that was done, you and the others were getting ready to depart.

Steve told Dustin and Eddie not do anything stupid. That they were just the distraction.

You were really feeling the fear now. And second guessing your part in this. There was something screaming in you to stay with him and Dustin.

Eddie came towards you and put a hand on your arm. " What's wrong?"

" I... don't know. It just feels-" You sighed. " It's just, everytime we're apart, it feels like it's the last time I'm gonna see you."

He pulled you into a hug.

" Hey, I'm gonna be right here when you get back. And once this is over, I'm not letting you out of my sight."

"Swear?"

He put his forehead on yours. " Cross my heart."

You both thought to yourselves. And hope to die.

He kissed you deeply and gave you a big hug before you went with the others.

You looked back once more and he grinned at you. Giving you a wink.

...

The walk was long but you guys made it to the Kreel house. It looked so ominous.

In a matter of minutes, you guys saw the bats flying away. It was time.

"Try not to touch them. They are all connected." Nancy said, while looking at those root looking things that were moving.

More like tentacles if anyone asked you.

You guys were just about to head upstairs when you got this ugly feeling in the pit of your stomach. You looked back at the door.

Somethings wrong.... Eddie?

Nancy's scream brought your attention back up the stairs.

The vines had Nancy pinned against the wall.

You then saw another going for Robin's foot, wrapping itself around her.

Without thinking you swung your sword, cutting it off. It recoiled. But there were so many now. And you couldn't even get another swing in before one grabbed you.

It wrapped around your throat and pushed you up against the wall, holding you a couple of feet off the ground.

Then two more grabbed your hands and pinned you. You tried to fight it but it's grasp was choking the life from you. Then you felt yourself slowly fading away.

As you closed your eyes, you saw a flash of light.

You were in a memory.

You saw your dad pushing you on a swing in the park when you were small.

Another flash of light. Your mom was helping you put on the elephant earrings.

Flash. You watched as Eddie handed you your Hellfire shirt.

Flash. Seeing Dustin face when he smiled after you put cookies in his backpack.

Flash. You were on the floor of the Eddie's kitchen when he kissed you for the first time.

Flashed to the night when you were talking about D&D up in the tree house.

All of your life changing moments came and you could feel the tears rolling down your face.

Then saw your favorite pair of big brown eyes. He was smiling. Looking at you with that twinkle he always had.

Then black.

...

Eddie stood in the middle of the swarm. " C'MON!"

He took out one before another wrapped its tail around his neck. Dragging him backwards.

A few more held his arms and legs while others started biting.

" AAAAHHHHHHHH!"

He tried to fight, but there were too many and he could feel his blood pouring out of him.

Through his screams and the screeching of the bats, he could hear Dustin shouting his name.

Then everything stopped. He didn't hear or feel anything anymore.

He was suddenly blinded by a flash of light.

He then saw the first time he listened to Dio.

Flash. He was having dinner with his uncle just after he moved in.

Flash. He was in a shop, picking out his guitar.

Flash. Now, he had just got his license and went to pick you up to show it off.

Flash to the night he kissed you. The second first kiss.

Flash. You and him were sitting in the living room, watching a movie and laughing.

The final memory was a collage of just you. Smiling and blushing, then looking away out of nervousness.

...

You sucked in breath and opened your eyes as you fell to the floor. You were back in the Kreel house.

" You-you guys okay?" Steve coughed.

You heard groans as you caught your breath. You looked at the door again. Why all of a sudden you felt like crying, you didn't know. But you felt like Eddie needed you.

So in order to get to him faster, you picked up your sword and followed the others to the attic.

Once there, you saw this tall figure held up in the air by the vines.

His body looked like it was terribly burnt. He was absolutely monstrous.

Next thing you saw was the others throwing flaming cocktails at it. The house started going up in flames.

Everyone then ran back down. The second you guys stepped outside, the grandfather clock chime.

You guys went back in to look at the clock.

Nancy stood next to you. " Max..."

Then the whole house started to shake. You guys held onto the stairs to ride out the earthquake.

That whole time you couldn't stop thinking about Eddie.

The moment the shaking stopped, you felt sick and your knees went weak.

You fell to the ground.

Steve rushed to you. " Y/n?!"

You looked at him. " E-eddie."

Before you could think, you got up and ran as fast as you could.

...

He started gargling on his blood. " Nah man, say you're gonna look after them....say it."

Dustin sniffled and shook his head. "I-I'm gonna--I'm gonna look after them."

Eddie smiled. " Good...look after my girl too. She-she's gonna need y-you."

Dustin whimpered and nodded.

He struggled to raise his hand to pull out the necklace from his chest pocket. " Tell her I'm s-sorry."

Dustin grabbed the necklace and cried harder.

"I'm actually gonna graduate...I think it's my year Henderson...I think it's f-f-finally my year... I love you man."

"Eddie!" Dustin sobbed.

...

As soon as you were close enough you came to a skidded stop.

Eddie was on the ground while Dustin held him in his lap. He was crying.

No!

Then that sinking feeling happened. Your heart fell over and over again.

You ran to them and fell to your knees by Eddie's side. Your hands shook as they hovered over him.

He was covered in bites and blood was coming out of his mouth. You glanced at Dustin and he was shaking his head.

You looked back down and pulled him away from Dustin.

" Hey, hey, hey. No. No. No. C'mon." You cried. " Munson, I need you to get up now...It's time to go home."

You looked up at the others. "We-we have to help him. Please! We have to get him out of here. He needs help."

You started rocking him back and forth. " Munson please. It's over. We can go home now...We have a date."

When he didn't respond, you buried your face into his chest, sobbing and pleading.

Then there was a hand on your shoulder. You looked up and it was Nancy with tears in her eyes.

"Please Nancy, you have to help me." You begged. "Please!"

She kneeled down. "Y/n....He's - he's gone."

"NO!" You screamed " NO HE CAN'T BE!"

Nancy wiped her tears away and went to hug Steve.

Robin came and sat next to you. "Y/n. I know it hurts but, we have to go."

"No. No! We-we had no time. We were supposed to tell my dad we're together.... He was supposed to graduate...We were supposed to go to Michigan." You sobbed. " Please Robin....please help me. We can't leave him here. I can't leave him here."

Nancy and Steve pulled you away from Eddie as you cried and screamed.

You tried to fight them. " NO! NO, PLEASE! I CAN'T LEAVE HIM!"

...

It was 2 days later and you were standing next to Wayne in the school's gym. He was replacing the flyer of Eddie. Some assholes drew on it.

Once it was up, he held your hand while you both stared at Eddie's picture.

"Y/n?"

You looked over your shoulder and saw Dustin limping towards you. You then looked at Wayne and he said he was gonna go get a coffee.

When he left, you turned back to face the picture again. Wishing to wake up from this nightmare.

Dustin sighed and stood next to you. "Y/n...Eddie wanted me to give you this."

You closed your eyes and felt your heart break all over again from hearing his name.

When you opened them again, he was holding out his necklace. He dropped it in your hand and you said nothing.

You returned your gaze back to the missing poster. His smiley face brought tears to your eyes.

" Why didn't you stop him?" You said coldly.

"I - I tr-"

Your next words were harsh and full of anger. "You should have tried harder!"

You immediately felt eyes on you, but you didn't give a fuck. Eddie. Your Eddie was gone.

You turned around and looked straight ahead. " If you had, he would still be here."

You walked away not looking back at him.

...

You found yourself in Forest Hills trailer park after the encounter.

You walked slowly to the last place you saw him.

You sat down on the gravel and looked down where he would have been.

You thought that you had cried yourself dry from the past 2 days. But as your tears fell down onto your jeans, you put on his necklace. You pulled your knees up and held on to the pic. Squeezing it hard.

You sobbed so hard, that your whole body felt like it would fold in on itself.

" You promise me."

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Originally written April 2022

Masterlist

Ship(s): Lucifer X MC

(genderless MC)

Trigger/content warnings: trauma depictions, guilt

Headcanons/notes from the author: I think I intended on continuing this…? Didn’t happen. Might rewrite or something though. SEASON 2 (PAST LESSON 38) SPOILERS; written under the assumption that Lucifer didn’t get his memories back.

Brief Blurb: (Spoilers) Lucifer cannot recall what caused his nightmares.

A dark, bare room, cold and uninviting, which Lucifer sat in the middle of. The candles gave little light, and he could barely see his own hands when he held them up to his face. A price he was willing to pay… for whatever it was. He couldn’t name it, despite it being on the tip of his tongue. A guilt that drenched his very being as he curled into himself with every panicked breath.

Why was he so… unsettled? Surely he had a reason… he was Lucifer, after all. The morning star, the one humans believed ruled over demons.

Then he heard it, the screams he once heard in not fearful context. He was used to the screaming and shrieking; from day one, they were of a joyful tone… an indicator of fun, child’s play. This was the new norm. Agony coated, shrill screaming and sobbing; no matter how much he tried, all he could do was make it worse. When did he try to make it better? His head felt fuzzy…

Lucifer gasped and clawed at his sheets as he woke. Tears were already sliding down his face as he coughed and choked on his saliva. His body hurt, and his head spun so violently he felt like vomiting. Another dream that he couldn’t understand had brought him to consciousness. “Lucifer?” He startled, whipping his head around to find the source of your voice. “Lucifer, it’s alright. Just listen to my voice,” you cooed, sitting up on your side of the bed. “Was it another nightmare, love?”

The avatar of pride didn’t respond, opting instead to hide in your chest and cover his ears. The screaming had followed him into reality, which often happened, much to his dismay. You very carefully adjusted his body to be in a more comfortable position before placing your hands over his own, hoping it was helping ground him. He soon began to sob, whimpering apologies that you couldn’t comprehend.

Ever since Simeon had placed the ring of light on your finger, Lucifer’s amnesia seemed to worsen. He often forgot more than he initially had, but at the same time he still felt comfort being around you. It didn’t take very long for his insomnia to become apparent. You insisted that you accompany him at night, after Mammon pointed out that Lucifer allowed himself to nap on the couch with you around.

Despite your presence, the nightmares did not cease. Lucifer couldn’t remember many things, but his brain still tortured him as he slept. He had become more like his old self, being gentle with his brothers, letting himself ramble, openly expressing his feelings… but at a price. He could never have a peaceful slumber.

Lucifer had cried for a long while before he finally fell back asleep. You held him still, petting his hair and humming a human world lullaby. If it weren’t for you, he probably would never sleep again. The thought made your stomach twist, wondering what would have happened if you weren’t in a relationship with him. Who else would he have found comfort in?

After a while, he began panicking in his sleep again, and you gently blew on his face until he awoke once more. “Lucifer, maybe we should go do something for a little bit.”

“I’m keeping you up… I’m sorry…” he muttered, red with humiliation. “I’m an awful partner.” You hushed him and brushed his hair out of his face. “_____… I’ve caused you so many problems…”

Sighing, you shook your head and kissed his temple. “That’s not the case. Just relax for me, darling.” You ran your fingers through his hair, using your other hand to hold one of his. “Was it like the one last night?”

He exhaled long and sniffled, then buried his face into your shoulder. “Yes, it was.”

“I’m sorry. Maybe we can talk to someone about making it stop.”

“No… I probably deserve it.” Lucifer wrapped your hand in both of his. “I’m without memory of whatever I did to deserve it, but I’m sure I do.”

“Lucifer—” You cut yourself off when you realized he was crying again. “Lucifer, you can’t keep this up.”

A long pause stretched between the both of you. “I know…”

#lucifer x mc #mc x lucifer #lucifer #mc #gn mc #obey me! one master to rule them all #obey me! shall we date?#obey me!#obey me #omomtrta #omswd #om #fanfiction #darlingficsbycinna #iwannawritelots

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markermarkymarc · 2 years

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Stay In My Memories: Chapter One

MUGGLE AND HEARTSTOPPER(ISH) AU

Harry x Muggle!Cedric

Summary: Harry decides to leave the Wizarding World and Hogwarts over his Summer Holiday, leaving the Dursleys and moving in with Sirius and Remus in the Muggle World to start anew. This obviously doesn't go over well with many in the Wizarding World, especially with one Albus Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix.He'll be fine of course, just blend in and don't stare at the cute football player for too long and he'll be good.

A/N: Harry is 16 and Cedric is 17 and this is set the summer after Goblet of Fire. If this sounds familiar to you then you’ve probably read my fic posted on AO3! Don’t worry it’s me Dyms90 (i swear it’s me i pinky promise) and it’s nice seeing you here! Also, I am in the middle of rewriting this entire story, so if you notice some differences no you’re not seeing things haha. To any new readers hello! And enjoy the story!

TW: Homophobic Rhetoric and Situations, Nightmares, and just Anxiety in general.

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Chapter 1: Somewhere Only I Know

“There’s no way this is true” snickered a Ravenclaw first year as they passed by Harry, a look of disgust and amusement flashed by their face as a head of unruly brunette hair ran past the grand entrance of the Great Hall He ran across the marble floor in a rush, his legs screamed in agony as he steps echoed across the crowded hall, the newest copy of the Daily Prophet clutched in his hand as his eyesight began to blur with tears. “Potter? A Queer? I could’ve figured that out from a kilometer away” giggled a Hufflepuff third year as she glanced down the hall. More taunts and slurs volleyed across the dim hall as he ran into a group of students, their faces morphing from discernable faces of Ron and Hermione to silhouettes of people he considered friends, the Daily Prophet’s headline superimposed as a photo of a tormented Harry reflected back:

“GOLDEN BOY EXPOSED AS A QUEER”

“I-I thought I could trust you! I-I thought you were my… friends! Help me! Please! Please….Please…..

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Little Whinging, Surrey, London

May 23rd

“Please…H-Help…Help!” Harry cried out before his eyes shot open. Harry hurriedly breathed in and out, the cold air prickling at his lungs as he took sharp breath after sharp breath. The frost of the air stinging his already sore throat as he held himself, holding his knees close to his chest as he tried to stabilize his uneven breathing. After his breathing had finally settled, he opened his eyes to be met with his room illuminated by the faint moonlight outside, offering him some semblance of comfort as he grabbed for his glasses. Squinting, he looked around to see his surroundings. Instead of high windows and rows of other beds with boys looking at him in disdain, he was met with his desk and the comfort of silence permeating the room. His room.

A staggered quiet sigh escaped him as he looked to his side to read the analog clock beside his bed.

“3:23 AM…” He read, it was Saturday Morning. He looked out the window as he wiped his eyes again. This was the third time this week he had woken up in a cold sweat from a nightmare. He was surprised he hadn’t woken up the Dursleys at all this time, let alone throughout his summer holiday thus far. He didn’t intend on jinxing himself, however. Getting up from his bed, he began to walk closer to his window, grabbing a chair from his desk and watching the moon glow from the midnight sky above as he sat at one of his other desks. He found that watching the moon offered him some comfort, especially on nights like this. Glancing behind him, the copy of the Daily Prophet continued to haunt him as it stayed folded on his other desk. Placed neatly next to Hedwig’s cage as he stared out the window, his eyes fixating towards the bits of London skyline peaking from Mrs.Figg’s roof. Staring into the lights, he felt his mind wander back to the headline. He shivered at the thought of the headline. It only felt like yesterday that his term had begun, and that maybe just maybe it would be normal. For once…

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Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry

September 22nd

Harry eagerly sat with Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table as the other champions were announced from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, Fleur Delacoeur and Viktor Krum respectively standing to the full attention of the rowdy crowd as all of Hogwarts’ eyes flashed towards the Gryffindor table. “So, you planning on competing Potter?” asked Lee Jordan as he stood anxiously next to Ron, who’s hand grasped over his own as Hermione celebrated with Viktor.

Harry shook his head, “No I don’t think so…” He responded calmly as he took a sip out of his chalice of pumpkin juice, “I wanna take a break from being on the brink of death for once…” He chuckled as the goblet began to gurgle and sputter, whizzing neon blue sparks of magic in every direction as if it were a firework show, until it finally sputtered a slip of paper.

“And Hogwarts champion will be…” Dumbledore announced through the Great Hall, “will be Ronald Weasley!” Cheers erupted from the Gryffindor table as the other houses clapped in silent applause, their celebration cut short when the goblet erupted yet again, releasing yet another slip of paper. Dumbledore looked on in confusion as the paper seemed to fall like a feather from the sky, landing on Dumbledore’s hand as he read aloud, “And… Harry Potter.”

Harry could feel the oxygen in the room get sucked out from the air around him.

From that point onward, Harry became public enemy number one, even to people outside of his own house who didn’t care much for Harry or the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Most of the people outside of Gryffindor who were wearing “Weasley Rules, Potter Drools” and ‘Potter Sucks” buttons weren’t doing out of anger on Ron’s behalf, but more on the sense on getting a one-up on “The Boy Who Lived”.Even worse still, Ron and Hermione had completely left him alone, Ron because he believed that Harry purposefully put his name in there and was chosen as a replacement for Ron, and Hermione as she was dating Viktor and believed that Harry was not only cheating her boyfriend but her friend of a chance in the spotlight.

“Leave me alone Harry…” Hermione told Harry as he tried to come up to Hermione to speak to her two weeks later. “Don’t you think you’ve hogged the spotlight enough?” She spat.

A spotlight he didn’t ask for or want in the first place.

Harry swore he saw Hermione flinch after saying that but was only met with her heels clacking against the weathered marble floor and her dark brown bushel of hair walking away. Weeks had passed since the Golden Trio had begun to lose its luster and began to rust, but Harry was still trying to figure out how to at least salvage their friendship in any means necessary, and he thought he could at least try. Until the incident.

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Harry finally came to and found that some more tears threatened to come down his cheeks.

Everything up to the “incident” as he liked to call it was all but blocked away from his mind as soon as the term ended. And he intended on keeping it that way.

Looking out the slowly frosting window, he saw a white dot get closer and closer. “Hedwig!” He exclaimed softly as he opened his bedroom window, to be greeted by the chilled air of the night and his pet owl landing on his windowsill, chirping happily. “Hi there girl, how was the flight?” Harry asked as the snowy owl climbed onto his shoulder and dropped a letter onto his hands addressed from “Snuffles”

Sirius.

He hurriedly opened the letter and began to read.

“Dear Harry,

Good News! I might be able to get you away from your horrid Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon for at least the Summer! Me and Moony recently cleaned up the dusty old place to be less gloomy and dusty then before, and even have a bedroom set up for you! Since Number 12 is being used for other business, we got to thinking (well I did, Moony only somewhat helped) and bought Number 11 next door to be our new home! Hope to hear from you soon! Maybe you can even invite Ron and Hermione over so you lot can hang out!

Much Love, Snuffles”

Harry smiled as he read the letter, his smile dropping suddenly as soon as it arrived.

Ron and Hermione.

He flinched upon reading their names, and it finally hit him that he hadn’t told Sirius nor Remus with what transpired over the last year. He read over the letter again and quietly sighed. He didn’t exactly want to tell everything through letter to Sirius and Remus, but he didn’t want to hide everything from the two men who he considered to be his family. “Looks like I’ve got some writing ahead me don’t I, Hedwig…” The owl trilled in response.

#hedric #harry potter #hp fanfic #hp fanfiction #I swear there's fluff #you just gotta wait a bit longer #harry potter fanfiction #p.s i listened to hey tayo by enhypen while writing this

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deans-baby-momma · 2 years

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The Story of Us-Chapter 12

1,221

A/N: This is a rewrite of a story my good friend @spnbaby-67 allowed me to take and rewrite. All mistakes are mine. This is canon divergent, meaning some things that happened in the show will still happen here but with my own twist to it.

Summary: She and Dean met when they were kids. Even at such a young age, she knew that he was her soulmate. Being the daughter of a hunter, Michaela (Micki) Singer knew the life he led came with a price, but she was up to the challenge.

Pairings: Dean Winchester/reader, Sam Winchester/friend!reader, John Winchester, Mary Winchester (mentioned only), Bobby Singer, and more from the Supernatural universe.

Warnings: Flashbacks are in italics, fluffy stuff, angst stuff, character death, kidnapping, depression, semi-dark themes

WC: 1,221

PRESENT DAY (2008) at the Singer cabin

“You gotta wake up Mick!” Sam pleads. “Dean’s back. I don’t know how and I really don’t care but he’s here and god, is he in love with Maren. You won’t believe your eyes. Dean is so observant and attentive to her,” Sam sighs as he continues watching Micki, his best friend, breathe evenly and steadily like she’s just sleeping. “You’d probably be making fun of him,” he chuckles. “But he is so in love with her and watches her every little move. Please Mick, please wake up. Come back to us. We need you.”

There is no change with her as Sam watches, hoping for a sign that she can hear him and is fighting her way back to her family. “Michaele Singer! Wake your ass up! Now!!” he tries yelling at her but instead of waking her, he wakes the baby.

“Oh my god,” Sam says as he walks over the the bassinet and picks his niece up. “I’m so sorry baby girl. Uncle Sam wasn’t thinking. I just want your Mom to come back to us. Shhhh, it’s okay. I got ya.”

Sam paces the floor at the foot of the bed as he bounces Maren in his arms, calming and comforting her. He keeps glancing toward Micki to see if the cries of her daughter will awaken her.

But Micki stays unconscious.

Summer 1993

Micki and Dean had been at the cabin for a month now, relaxing after a three week long hunt in Texas. The leaves were falling and changing from green to different shades of orange, reds, and browns, making it look like snow how they were falling from the trees. Fall was her favorite time of the year, and since Dean found out that bit of information, he made a point to bring her to the cabin whenever they needed time to get away. She had been outside all morning trying to gather some leaves for the pumpkin bags she had bought to put on the porch for Halloween.

Something inside her, though, made her pause her raking for a moment. She looked both ways and behind her to see if anyone was there. With a mischievous smile, she took a bunch of leaves in all colors, throwing them in the air, high above herself. It gave her plenty of time to twirl around in a circle with her arms stretched out to the side, and her head tilted back feeling the leaves falling down and softly hitting her face.

What Micki didn’t know was that Dean stood on the porch taking photos of her and recording how happy and childlike she was feeling. It made him happy to see her feel like a kid again, something she long ago forgot, due to the life they led.

Suddenly, she felt two strong arms wrap around her waist, only to swing her around then fall into the pile of leaves.

She opened her eyes with a smile on her face. “Dean? Now it’s going to take forever to get the leaves together again.” She chastised as she sat up, leaves still in her hair, trying but failing to look serious.

Dean took a few leaf pieces and blew them gently at her, adding to her collection. “You should have thought about that before you threw them in the air, sweetheart.” He chuckled as he sat up straight, his long bow-legs criss crossed.

She tilted her head slightly to get a leaf out of her hair that was tickling her ear, “You, uh, saw that huh?” She shyly averted her eyes from his to the ground below.

“Hmm I did. Beautiful too, I might add.” He saw a few leaves still in her hair, so he bent forward to retrieve them. “Make a wish, Mickie,” he said, holding it before her.

She looked at him confused. ” Dean you don’t make a wish on a leaf, that’s a four leaf clover," she chuckled.

He held onto the leaf and looked at her seriously, “My dad always said that the first leaf you catch in the fall that’s orange, you make a wish. Supposedly, it’s an old wives tale he used to win mom over. So, make a wish, baby.” He looked at her with so much love in his eyes she couldn’t say no.

She swallowed a lump that formed in her throat, “You sure know what to say to make a girl blush, Dean Winchester," she said, shocking herself that she had said that out loud. She covered her mouth quickly, feeling her cheeks suddenly flush with embarrassment.

“You’re too cute Mickie,” he held the leaf still in front of her, waiting.

“I’m not cute Dean, you clearly have me mixed up with someone else.” She rolled her eyes, taking her gaze from his green emerald eyes to her lap, looking down at the leaf she had been playing with.

He put his finger under her chin, lifting her head up to look at him, “Would I do this if I didn’t think you’re beautiful?”

Seconds later, his lips were pressing against hers. Her eyes widen a moment in pure shock, but then close the more he kisses her. He slides his tongue across the seam of her lips, asking for permission which she awarded.. He kissed her soft, sweet and sensual. She couldn’t help but melt into his arms. She did everything to savor the taste of him, the feel his tongue tangle with hers. When she retracted her tongue he chased after it. She then sucked on the tip of his a moment, eliciting moans she never heard him make before.

Present Day (2008) abandoned barn in the middle of nowhere

Bobby and Dean finish painting the walls and floor with every sigil known to man then Dean watches as Bobby throws powder in a bowl and starts chanting.

Nothing happens. They both look around, bewildered and confused. The air inside the building is still, the only thing heard is the crickets outside.

Bobby leans against the table and crosses his arms, waiting. Dean hops up on a table and sits, swinging his legs.

"You sure you did the ritual right?" Dean asks after a beat. Bobby gives him a look of admonishment. "Sorry. Touchy, touchy, huh?"

Suddenly everything goes quiet, the air gets heavy and then the roof begins rattling. The guys grab their guns and get ready to defend and fight whatever is on its way in.

"Wishful thinking," Dean says, an air of nervousness in his voice. "Maybe it's just the wind?"

The doors fly open and a man dressed in a suit under a trench coat strolls in, each step causing the bulbs on the ceiling to burst, sending showers of sparks down.

"Who are you?" Dean asks once the man is standing in front of him.

"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition."

Dean attacks but none of his weapons do any harm to the man. Bobby tries but the stranger throws him around like a rag doll before touching two fingers to the older man's forehead, knocking him out.

Dean watches it all unfold with terror.

"Dean," the man says as he drops Bobby's limp body to the floor. "We need to talk. Alone."

@lostinaseaoffictionalbliss @spnbaby-67 @tftumblin @sea040561 @delightfullykrispypeach @larajadeschmidt13 @atc74 @vicariouslythruspn @squirrelnotsam @sandlee44 @blacktithe7 @hoboal87 @mogaruke @deanwanddamons @supraveng @deandreamernp @akshi8278 @lyarr24 @maggiegirl17 @chriszgirl92

#dean winchester #sam winchester #bobby singer #micki singer #dean x micki #the story of us #flashbacks

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Brotherly Love - TSITP

Remember me? I’ve had such writers block but stories have been brewing my head. I just haven’t had a lot of passion to write this year, I’ve been really burned out creatively. But, I watched The Summer I Turned Pretty show and I have some Conrad focused sickfics I’ve been working on. In 2015, after reading the series, I actually wrote a Conrad sickfic on Fanfiction.net so I might rewrite it since I never finished it lol

Here’s the first one!

Jeremiah shines in this story as we see his nurturing capabilities be put to the test. I'm basing this story off of the episode where Conrad is hungover and Jere helps him recover.

Conrad wakes up with a stomach flu the day of Beach Day. Laurel and Susannah are out on the town while the kids go to the beach for the day.

CW: mention of vomit, not graphic

Posted on AO3 and Wattpad

Inspired by this scene in the gif below (S1 E2 Summer Dress)

Conrad walked down the flight of stairs feeling lightheaded and sick to his stomach. He held onto the railing trying to balance himself and get to the kitchen all in one piece. He slept like crap all night, tossing and turning as nausea crept up on him around 5 o'clock in the morning.

As he made it into the kitchen, he was startled by his younger brother's tenacity. "Conrad! There you are! We're about to leave for the beach. You coming?" he cried, grinning with his pearly whites, standing by the counter in front of an open backpack.

Conrad looked at him trying to find the energy to speak. He closed his eyes briefly while holding onto the edge of the breakfast bar with his hands to regain his balance. He took a deep breath and re-opened them to see his brother still standing there waiting for a response.

Making eye contact with a perky Jeremiah, Conrad said "Nah, you guys go. I feel sick" running one hand through his messy hair.

Jeremiah's golden retriever energy immediately vanished when he noticed his brother's sluggish behavior and the color sapped from his face. Jere's smiley grin turned to a concerned frown as he observed Conrad's slow breathing and bright pink cheeks.

"Woah. You don't look good" Jeremiah said seeing his complexion closer, holding up his palm to feel Conrad's boiling forehead.

"Duuddee! Go lie on the couch. I'll take care of ya before I have to leave" he said all chipper racing over to the fridge to grab some water.

"Okay" Conrad whispered taking his time as he slowly walked over to the couch. His head and vision felt foggy.

He lay his head on a pillow covering himself with the only blanket he could find and closed his eyes. The sound of Jeremiah whispering to himself and the opening and closing of the kitchen cabinets made it impossible for him to relax.

Once he finally felt like he was about to sleep, he jolted awake. "Hey! Do you have a cough or anything?" Jeremiah hollered from the other room making a ruckus.

"No. It's just my stomach and head" he said softly.

"Ah, okay!" the boy shouted again. Conrad winced in annoyance.

Finally, it was silent. Conrad sighed feeling relieved as his head kept pounding. He started to rub his temples hoping to ease the pain when he felt a gentle shake of his arm. He slowly opened his eyes to see his brother squatting by the couch with a bottle of Tylenol, a thermometer, and a water bottle.

"Where's Mom and Laurel?" Conrad whispered. Jeremiah jokingly scoffed, "Am I doing a bad job already?"

"No, no. You're doing fine. I'm just asking" he muttered taking the cold water from his hands.

"Mom and Laurel went in town for the day. That's why we all decided to do a beach day. Bummer you have to miss out" he said sincerely, taking a seat on the edge of the couch looking up at his older brother as he chugged the water bottle.

"Thanks. I was super lightheaded" Conrad explained, putting the empty plastic water bottle on the coffee table.

Jeremiah held up a thermometer, "Alright, I've gotta go soon but I'll let Mom know you're hanging here" he said handing the small digital instrument to him.

"Thanks," he said before sticking it under his tongue.

Jeremiah sat looking around the room while they waited. He pulled out his phone to text his mother and Steven to tell him he was just finishing up at the house.

Beep.

Jeremiah shot up from his phone jolting out of focus and leaned over to grab the thermometer from his brother's mouth.

"Yep, you're sick" he said examining the reading. Conrad perched his eyebrows waiting for the verdict.

"100.1" he announced, setting the instrument down on the coffee table and picking up the bottle of Tylenol. "Take this and get some rest. Text me if you need anything, I'll just be down at the beach" he instructed grinning softly.

Conrad nodded the blanket up to his neck.

"Thanks, Jere" he whispered and closed his eyes.

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Once Jeremiah made it down to the beach, Belly's face lit up at the sight of him. "Hey!! What took you so long?" she asked.

"Conrad was supposed to come with us but he's sick" Jeremiah explained putting his backpack down on the blanket.

"Is he okay?" she asked looking like she'd seen a ghost.

"Oh, yeah. He'll be fine, Bells! We'll stay here while he gets some rest. But you stay with us. My Mom would kill me if you got sick before the Deb Ball" he said taking a seat right next to her in the sand.

"Oh my God, I'll be fine. Don't treat me like a baby" she said throwing a handful of sand at him. Jeremiah squealed and laughed, "Oh, you're on!" he said glaring at her. He packed sand in his fist and stood up to throw it on her head.

Belly yelped quickly shooting up and booking it toward the ocean laughing ferociously in the process as she made it to the water.

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When Jeremiah returned to the house, Conrad was nowhere in sight. He looked around the living room anxiously to search for him. Where could he be in their average-sized house? he thought until he heard soft footsteps coming out of the bathroom.

"Oh, hey" Conrad said slowly walking over to the couch he'd been occupying all day.

"You okay?" Jeremiah said his pupils dilated, trying to process what was happening in front of him.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just got a little sick but I think I'm done now" he said nodding his head and sitting back down on the couch.

Jeremiah's hands flung in the air, "Alright... Well, I'm heading to the store. I'll pick up some more Gatorade and Ginger Ale just to have in the fridge. Need anything?" he asked nervously.

Jeremiah could handle almost anything. But puking was his one deal breaker.

"Sure, that sounds good. I think I have a stomach flu or something. So weird" he announced lying his legs down and throwing the blanket over top of him to get comfortable again.

Jeremiah grimaced shivering at the image forming in his head and grabbed his car keys, "Hm, weird. Be right back!" he said sprinting out the door.

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Conrad slept disheveled on the couch snoring softly. His quiet nature following him to sleep when the back door shut loudly jolting him out of a sound sleep. He groaned as he realized the nausea still lingered and sweat stuck to his basketball shorts and t-shirt.

"Sorry" Belly whispered running through the foyer. Her footsteps were loud enough to fully wake him. She stopped in her tracks to peak over into the living room. "Shit" she muttered cursing herself for not obeying Jere's commands.

Conrad swung his feet over the couch and cocked his head to see her.

"Sssh" he said blinking his tired eyes at her.

She froze cursing herself knowing Jere was going to have some words with her if he knew she'd come into contact with his brother.

"I'm sorry!" she said.

Conrad perched his eyebrows and yawned.

The front door shut as Jeremiah walked into the foyer holding plastic bags. He was furious.

"Belly. What are you doing in here?" he barked in a whisper turning his head to see Conrad fully awake waving at him.

Jeremiah groaned. "What did I tell you!"

"I'm sorry. I really am. I just uh came in to fix my bathing suit."

"Fix your bathing suit and come right back down. We're going back to the beach. That's final" Jeremiah commanded. His face grew beat red and his eyebrows cocked in anger.

Belly nodded at Jeremiah's command running to the steps leading to her bedroom.

"Ugh. I told her to leave you alone. I'll be in deep shit if anything happens to her before the Deb Ball" Jeremiah explained to his brother.

Conrad chuckled, "It's fine. She didn't mean it" he said yawning.

"How ya feeling?" he asked

Conrad shrugged, "I've been better. My headache's mostly gone though" he said folding the blanket and leaving it on the couch.

"Nice, nice" Jeremiah said, plastic bags still in his hands. "I'll go put these away" he motioned to the bags turning around toward the kitchen.

"I think I'm just gonna go up to bed" Conrad said letting out a long yawn, walking into the kitchen to the extra pair of steps.

"Good idea. It's probably quieter. I hope we didn't bother you"

"Nah, you're good" he replied disappearing into the abyss.

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After a much-needed day of rest and hydrating, Conrad's nausea finally subsided by the evening. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and pulled out his phone composing a much-needed message.

C: Thanks for being there today. Hope it wasn't too bad.

J: Dude np! anytime. That's what brothers are for :)

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Authors Note: I love Conrad and Jere's brotherly bond. Jeremiah is so caring and has a big heart, so I hope I was able to capture it in this story!

#tsitp season 1 #the summer i turned pretty #conrad fisher #conrad #jeremiah #belly conklin #sickfic #sickfics #sick!conrad #sick characters

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britishchick09 · 2 years

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Where is rewrite?! I’m desperate for rewrite!!😊😊😊

i'm writing it! tomorrow i'll share some of the current chapter, but here's a little bonus for you ;)

Christine yawned as she trudged down the steps to the water cellar. Why did Erik want me to get up at six in the morning? she wondered. I understand why we’d rise with the sun for lessons, but no one can hear us in the water cellar no matter what time it is.

Christine’s eyelids drooped with fatigue. The darkness made her want to fall asleep right them and there!

She suddenly gave a squeak as she slipped on the incline at the end of the passage. She leaned against the wall beside her, blinking and rubbing her eyes to get rid of the tiredness.

Falling in here would be horrible. I could trip over one of the cobblestones and twist my ankle, she thought. I’m too far away for Erik to hear any cries for help and Ayesha doesn’t wander around all the time, so she might not hear either. I’d be helpless! This place is eerie and beautiful… She shivered. And dangerous.

Christine stretched as she moved away from the wall. She made sure she was wide awake before continuing on.

Once Christine reached Erik's house, she knocked on the door. Erik often answered it after a few moments, but there was nothing. Not even a note from the piano could be heard past the door. Christine waited for a minute, becoming worried when the silence continued on.

Maybe he went to the music museum. Christine surmised before noticing that his boat was parked in front of the house.

"Erik?" she asked, giving the door another knock. "Are you in there?"

When he didn't answer, she finally gathered the courage to intrude. She opened the door, noticing that the bathroom door was open. She looked forward with a gasp. Her friend was lying on the floor! "Erik!" Christine exclaimed in alarm.

Erik rolled over to see Christine rushing towards him. He propped himself up on his elbow and nonchalantly said, "Hello."

Christine crouched beside him. "Are you okay?" "Yes, I'm fine." "Then why are you on the floor?"

A mew answered and Erik said, "I know! She's ruining our fun."

Christine leaned over, seeing Ayesha just past the wall.

"She likes having little moments like this," Erik explained. "I pet her, she’s as happy as could be, we have staring contests… and I lose within a second."

Ayesha meowed with a hint of pride and stretched out her paw.

"We'll go after the princess is done with me," Erik told Christine. "I may secretly rule the opera house, but she rules me. …And Nadir since he’s my guardian, but Ayesha’s so bossy about it,” He paused at Ayesha’s annoyed meow. “Yes, you are! Especially when you wake me up early in the morning to go out,” He looked at Christine with a playfully serious expression. “Our moments end under her command."

"I’m fine with waiting for a bit. Where are we going?" Christine asked.

Erik smiled, a twinkle in his eye. "You'll see."

Christine watched as Erik lay back down, giving Ayesha's paw a stroke. The little kitty purred while Erik petted her behind the ear.

"I finished the sampler last night. It's on the table," Erik told Christine as she stepped over his long legs. "My pesky name took me until one in the morning! So much pulling out thread and pricking my finger... I should probably invest in a thimble, but it would be loose around any of my fingers. They're so skeletally thin…” Erik sighed. “But it was fun to do. Well... mostly," He stopped at Ayesha's meow and told her, "Yes, you remember that, don't you? You had just settled down to sleep in my bed and I said that very naughty word and kicked you because of the needle. Don't ever say that word or I'll banish you to the Kingdom of Music. And- again- I’m very sorry for kicking you."

Christine giggled as she picked up the sampler. “Maybe she can go with us to make up for what you did.”

"No, she’d probably cause mischief like that one time..."

Christine picked up the sampler at the table. "What happened?"

"She jumped on the organ while I was composing. As I was trying to get her down, she batted at a piece of sheet music and tore it clean through! The music was easy to rewrite, but I forgot the rest of the melody in my head and it took ages to remember it again. She hasn’t been allowed in the Museum of Music since."

“Oh no!” Christine exclaimed through a chuckle. “I hope she didn’t do anything like that to your sewing.”

“Thankfully, that was all me.”

Christine looked down at the sampler. A wrapped chocolate and a book had been added alongside Erik and Christine’s names. Christine had stitched the three eights of the year and her name the day before, leaving Erik with his name and the year’s one.

“The one is perfect! Your name looks a bit lopsided, though.” Christine noted. “I'm not used to sewing words, especially cursive words,” Erik sighed. “I’m sorry if it ruins-”

“I think it looks perfect!”

Erik sat up in surprise, making Ayesha grumble. “Y- You really think so?” “Oui, I know so,” Christine agreed with a firm nod and a smile. “It’s crooked, but that adds a certain charm to it.”

Erik smiled as Christine showed him the sampler. “It does.”

Ayesha meowed in agreement and got up, hiding underneath the bed. “Thank you!” Erik told her as he rose from the floor. “Now we can go.”

Christine crouched down and smiled as she whispered, “See you soon, Princess Ayesha!”

The little kitty mewed from her hiding spot, making Christine chuckle. She stood up to see a caped Erik holding the door for her.

“Thank you.” Christine said, giving Erik a polite smile as she walked by him.

He smiled back. “You’re always welcome.”

A few minutes later, Erik was sitting in the boat with Christine. He gave the paddle a wide stroke, allowing them to glide along. Erik was silently counting the bricks on the wall and didn’t notice Christine smirking at him. She reached out and touched the end of Erik's paddle. She lowered her hand, causing the paddle to flip out of the water! Erik shut his eyes with a wince as droplets of water fell on his head. Christine giggled before noticing something odd.

His eyelids look gray! Maybe it's just the dim lighting down here, Christine surmised. It makes me wonder what else is underneath that mask.

Erik wiped the water droplets from his hair and chuckled as he exclaimed, "Hey! What was that for?"

"For not telling me where we're going." Christine said.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Erik rowed out of a corridor. “Very soon, in fact.”

Christine looked to her right, seeing the ladder come into view. “We’re not going to the music museum?” “No, we’re going to my vacation spot.” Erik responded with a smile.

Once they were out of the short hallway, he parked the boat against the ladder and set the paddle down before slowly standing up with Christine. They went up the wooden ladder, went down the little steps and entered the fifth cellar.

“I figured you might be tired of the same old water cellar shenanigans,” Erik said. “The cellars are new territory. …And the auditorium stage. I- I mean, if you want to go there. I know it’s a lot of walking-”

“I’d like that!” Christine replied before covering her mouth to yawn. “I wish we weren’t exploring so early, though!”

“The workers start repairing the chandelier at about seven-thirty, so we need plenty of time to see the sights.”

“Can’t you make them come later as The Opera Ghost?”

“And delay the masquerade? Of course not!” Erik said before walking on wooden planks with coral-colored pipes on the sides. “I know you’re tired, but try not to trip or lean against anything. We have to be very careful around here.”

Christine preferred to walk around the planks. She followed Erik through a hallway and they came across the world of gears and poles.

“Nadir told me these move the sets.” Christine said as she leaned against a pole.

“Indeed they do! They’re called capstans,” Erik replied, lightly touching one of the wooden gears. “The first stagehands employed at the opera house were former sailors since these resemble capstans used on ships. I sure wish I had the agility to maneuver these things! I can barely lift a petite person like you. But…” He pointed to something against the wall. “Those steel counterweights help ease the heavy burden.”

It’s no wonder Buquet was fearful all the time, Christine thought as she looked at the counterweights and the rest of the cellar. Danger was all around him! Not to mention The Opera Ghost constantly haunted him.

“As the sailors often said at sea, ‘onward ho’!” Erik declared, striding over to the concrete staircase. Christine giggled and followed Erik up the stairs. She could easily imagine Raoul calling that out on his navy ship.

The fourth cellar contained multiple heating furnaces while its hallway had an empty crate.

“I must admit, these other cellars aren’t much to look at,” Erik said as he and Christine went up the stairs. “A crate here, a furnace there… Truly, the only interesting parts below the stage are the fifth cellar and- of course- the water cellar,” Erik reached the top of the stairs. “Well… and this.”

He looked at a towering painting leaning against the left wall of the third cellar. Part of a temple was shown amongst a garden and colorful buildings.

“What is it?” Christine asked.

“A scene from Le Roi de Lahore. It’s an opera about a priestess who falls in love with a mysterious voice who speaks to her at night. She’s abducted by the story’s villain and he forces her to marry him.”

“Hmm…” Christine stroked her chin and gave Erik a knowing look. “Sounds familiar.”

Erik looked over at Christine, his face turning pink once he made the connection. “Wha- Oh, but you’re not a priestess and I’m not a king and I’d never kidnap you and force you to marry me. And we’re not in love.”

Christine shrugged as she said, “Well, it’s mostly familiar, then. You can’t deny the mysterious voice.”

Erik sighed. “You sure can’t,” he agreed, striding away from the scene. “Especially if it belongs to a ghost.”

He led Christine through the second cellar, which had a few crates and carts scattered around. Christine began to hum a little song as they walked before softly singing the words.

Hier matin je m’y levai

Laissez-moi planter le mai

Vers le bois je m’en allay

En riant tout en riant

Laissez-moi planter le mai

Moi qui suis gentil gallant!

“Brava!” Erik exclaimed with applause. “Wasn’t that the song you sang at the bistro?”

“Yes, it’s Laissez-Moi Planter Le Mai. It’s a song I used to sing with Papa.” Christine responded shyly as they walked up yet another staircase. “It’s very nice. I could see you singing it in the countryside with him. He’d be playing his violin, I’m sure.”

Christine nodded, her heart aching slightly as she recalled her father playing the song. “Someone played it on the piano at the bistro. You could play it, too!” Erik chuckled. “Indeed I could! You need to find the sheet music for it. I’m always looking for new tunes to master.”

They soon reached the top of the staircase. Just like most of the previous cellars, the first one didn’t have much.

“I didn’t think these cellars would be so empty!” Christine remarked.

Erik chuckled with a little scoff. “Good thing the horses weren’t around to hear that.”

Christine blinked in surprise. “Horses?”

“Yes, little equines that whinny and eat hay and perform in operas. When horses are needed for shows like Aida or Profeta, they temporarily live in the stables over there,” Erik explained, pointing to a wall with bars on the top. “But they don’t take the stairs like we do. That would be rather impractical.”

Christine laughed as she imagined Caesar walking up the cellar staircases.

“Instead, they take the elevator.” “It would be so nice to take an elevator to your house instead of all those stairs.” Christine said with a sigh.

“Yes, I’m sure it would. But you’d lose all that precious exercise.”

“Is that why you chose to live down here?” Christine asked, following Erik down a corridor.

“I mostly did it so no one would find me, but the immense expedition was a bonus.”

He stopped in the middle of the passageway, much to Christine’s surprise. She was about to tell him to continue walking when he opened a gray door that nearly blended in with the wall.

“Let’s take a more… mysterious way.” Erik said with a wink.

Christine followed him into a brick hallway that reminded her of the water cellar. But while that was lit up by candles, near darkness surrounded them in the secret hallway. She hugged herself with a shiver.

Just then, Christine felt something silky on her shoulders. It was Erik’s cape.

“It’s alright,” Erik said softly. “You’re safe.” Although Christine was shrouded in shadows, she felt very safe indeed.

The walk through the corridor wasn’t very long. Christine felt the cape slip away and heard Erik say, “There’s a ladder right in front of you. I think we’ll both be able to get up there at the same time.”

Christine reached out, tensing up at Erik’s chilling touch.

“Now you know how I feel whenever anyone touches me.” he said, gently grabbing her arm to guide her to the ladder.

“Sorry,” Christine apologized as she felt one of the wooden rungs. “I wasn’t expecting it.”

“It’s alright. I tense up even when expecting it. But it’s not your fault! Just…” Erik sighed. “A bad habit.”

Even though she couldn’t see him, Christine looked at Erik with a frown.

I wish you could touch without fear, she thought. Maybe someday-

She cut her thought short at the sound of Erik going up the ladder and followed him. A beam of light shone above their heads a few moments later. She squinted at the brightness that quickly filled her vision and gasped. They were backstage…

And in the floor!

Christine continued going up the ladder and turned around once she was standing on the floor. Erik was holding onto a square that stood behind his head.

“It’s a trap door!” Christine realized.

“Did you really expect The Opera Ghost to use a regular door?” Erik asked as he climbed out of the hole in the floor. “There are plenty of trap doors around here, like in the managers’ office and the library. Some might say I’m a trap door lover!” he said with a laugh. “They’re such clever little things.”

“They sure are!” Christine agreed, noticing how well the door blended into the floor.

She and Erik went to the stage and stood beside each other. Their eyes were on the same thing- the fallen chandelier. It was extremely hard to miss the immense ceiling fixture, which still stood in the middle of the aisle. Seeing the chandelier made Christine feel a wave of dread that brought her back to that awful night, when everything had gone so terribly wrong.

And yet, as the lights had gone out, a bright spot emerged from-

“So lonely.” Erik muttered through a sigh.

Christine shook off the dreadful feeling as she looked up at her friend. “You are?”

“No. I- I mean, yes, but the painting is lonely,” Erik replied, raising his head to see the angelic painting on the ceiling. “Who knew a bright sky could look so dull?”

“It’ll shine alongside the chandelier again very soon.” Christine said with a smile.

Erik smiled back and they gazed at the vast expanse of red and gold in front of them.

“Isn’t it the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?” Christine asked in a whisper.

Erik nodded. “It’s gorgeous. But I know something that’s prettier.”

For a split second, Christine thought he was talking about her! She noticed that he was going to the right side of the stage and followed him, glad he couldn’t see her light blush.

Erik gave box five a gentle touch. “I think I have the most beautiful box in the world,” he declared before taking his hand away to look around. “But then I see the other boxes and… well… it’s tough to say!” He smiled. “But I know mine is the finest. Much better than box six over there.”

Christine looked to the far left of the stage, seeing an identical box directly across from box five. Erik stepped aside so Christine could go up to the box. She hesitated for a few moments before touching a flower on the side of his box. The tip of her finger barely brushed against the bottom edge of the box when she stood on her tip-toes.

“It’s very nice,” Christine agreed. “I love the flowers.”

“Especially the one you’re touching. I believe it’s a lily.”

“They should’ve made it a rose instead!”

Erik laughed, making Christine’s heart warm. “Did you ever notice that the marble center looks like an upside down tear drop? It fits me very well. And did you know that red was chosen not just to compliment the golden boxes, but to bring out women’s complexions?” He looked at Christine, who smiled. “I- I, uh, I’m not saying that just to impress you, I- I’m serious! There’s an actual theory out there that, uh, that red is flattering to a women’s skin tone. Personally, I think blue is more flattering- not because of you, of course! No, no, not… um…” Erik’s eyes wandered around the auditorium. “Not because of your perfectly pale, uh… um-”

“I think it’s flattering on men’s complexions, too.” Christine said, giving Erik a nudge with her arm as she clasped her hands together.

Erik looked down at his bony hands. “My ashy skin is far from perfect.”

“It doesn’t look ashy at all. It’s a bit pink.” Christine said with a wink.

Erik looked at Christine in surprise, suddenly feeling the blush underneath his mask.

Christine giggled as he looked behind him. “It’s too late to hide it now!” She followed his gaze, seeing Foyer de la Danse in the distance. “Isn’t it funny how there’s such a stunning hallway past such a sea of dingy gray?” she asked once her giggles subsided. “It is,” Erik agreed with a smile. “I, uh, I want to show you something.”

Christine followed Erik through the vast backstage.

“Did you know there’s a pipe organ hiding in plain sight?” Erik asked Christine, to which she shook her head. “It’s not what I wanted to show you, but I might as well since we’re back here.”

He led her to the left side of the stage’s entranceway, pointing to a gated platform on the wall. Wood stood on the platform and a rectangle with metal bars was just above the lumber.

“That doesn’t look much like an organ,” Christine remarked. “It’s certainly not like yours!”

“Like I said, it’s hiding. But they don’t take it out into the light very often. Large temperature differences and dust from the stage settings have caused it to suffer,” Erik sighed. “Poor thing. Well, at least there’s one organ still working around here. Two, actually. But the other organ is the old gas lighting system.”

“And if one of them played loud enough, it can be heard on the stage.” Christine added with a wink.

Erik chuckled and led Christine to Foyer de la Danse. He glanced up at the portraits on the ceiling before spotting the little piano in the corner of the foyer. “This is what I wanted to show you.” Something tells me otherwise, Christine thought, going into the foyer with Erik and taking a look at the portraits. Perhaps he wanted to say something about these-

“I think you’ll enjoy this song I learned recently,” Erik said, snapping her back to the piano. “It’s called Rage Over a Lost Penny.” Christine giggled. “Is that really the name of the song?”

“Yes! I think I know what Beethoven was doing just before he wrote it. Although you’d never guess that from its formal name- Rondo alla ingharese quasi un capriccio,” Erik rolled his ‘r’s while saying the Italian title. “It means ‘Rondo in the Hungarian style, almost a caprice’. It was a favorite with audiences ninety years ago, and it’s certainly one of mine!”

Christine ducked underneath the barre, sitting on the pale sage green loveseat as Erik played the song. It was a lively tune with the quickest notes Christine had ever heard!

Erik finished the song a minute later, smiling as he asked, “Was that fast enough for you?”

“I never knew Beethoven could write something so fun!” Christine remarked. “He seemed so stoic.” “He definitely wasn’t the jolliest of composers. The song is meant to portray harmless frustration, but I’d say it sounds like someone running away from more important things.”

Christine noticed that Erik was giving her a look. “Are you talking about me?”

“Yes, I’m talking about you! The masquerade- you know, the event celebrating our fallen comrade over there- is in two weeks. You haven’t even thought about it. I greatly appreciate all the time we’ve spent together, but I know you’re using me to distract yourself from the party. I’m not just your Angel of Music… I’m your Angel of Diversion.”

“I-”

Erik’s look intensified.

Christine lowered her head with a heavy sigh. “You’re right, I haven’t thought about it as much as I should. I’m so overwhelmed! I don’t know what to wear and the thought of so many people being there makes me terribly anxious and they might want me to sing and what if something goes wrong like the chandelier-”

Erik slammed his hands on the keys. “Christine!” He let the echoed notes linger in the air for a few moments as Christine stared at him in surprise. “You’ll be fine. The only music at a masquerade is a little orchestra, no singing involved. Yes, there will be a lot of people and yes, it’s very horrible for introverts like us, but it’ll be a grand time for you! Everything will go alright. And besides, you have friends to help you with your costume,” He swiftly rose from the piano seat and strode up to Christine, putting his hands on his hips as he said in a playfully stern voice, “Now I want you to march out of this auditorium and work on that masquerade. Understand, little lady?”

Christine giggled as she put her hands on her hips. “Aye, aye, towering gentleman!” she said with a firm nod. “Let’s get this party started once and for all!”

#ask #i wanted to share this for the may 19th history post but it would've made that so long! :o #the whole rewrite is long actually! ;)#it's at 253 pages so far... the longest story i've ever written! :o (the second longest is 202)#it usually takes me years to write a story at this length but it's easier when the plot is already there ;)#idk what i'll do with it after i'm done besides have it sit with all the other stories i've completed #my dream is to have it published alongside those #then the whole story fam will be on shelves! (even the adopted rewrite kiddos) :D #who knows what the future holds! ;)#but for now enjoy these little snippets ;)#and this absolutely adorable part! :D #poto rewritten

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