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muertawrites · 2 years

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Same!!! I always have this thought in my head of Wayne telling eddy’s girlfriend or Dustin or just a friend “His mothers dead. And his father is in prison for putting her in the ground.”

!!!!!!!!!!!! that dialogue!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tell the duffers they're out of a job and all it took was a fuckin sentence

i can just imagine like. eddie doesn't talk about his family or his past. just wayne. just his life after ten years old or so.

you don't ask about it. the one time you did he got uncharacteristically quiet. his face totally fell and he got really pale. like all the life just completely drained from him.

"i don't like talking about it," was all he said.

so you avoid the subject.

then one day you're chillin at the house (wayne was able to upgrade after the earthquake) when you find a family picture. they're rare, since what few photos wayne had were mostly lost when the upside down became the right side up, but you can tell this one was salvaged. it's of a younger wayne and a dark-haired woman, sitting at a table. in her arms is an infant with a stark patch of black curls.

"that's julia."

wayne startles you, the way he can always move around so quietly. he walks up next to you and lifts the photo from its place on the bookshelf, holding it so you can get a better look.

"eddie's mom."

"... what happened to her?"

wayne takes you into the kitchen and makes the two of you some coffee. he sets with the photo between the two of you on the table, silent for a while as he finds the words.

"julie was a good woman," he tells you. "had a kind heart. too kind. fell in with my bastard brother thinkin' she could fix him. all he did was beat her blind. when eddie was ten, she was gonna leave. move 'em to chicago. rob found out and wouldn't have none of it. beat her so bad she was unrecognizable. neighbors called the cops, rob was arrested, and julia died in the hospital. i thank god every day that eddie was asleep and didn't have to see none of it."

you notice that wayne's hand is shaking, so you take it to steady him. he grips you so hard your circulation threatens to stop.

"i loved julia like a sister. and she loved her little boy. he's the reason that sick son of a bitch will rot in prison for the rest of his life. went and testified in front of a whole courtroom about the abuse his father did to him. was only eleven."

both of you are weeping at this point. unbeknownst to you, eddie lingers in the hall, listening to his uncle's retelling and biting back his own tears.

"he grew up into a good man. got his mother's soul. handsome as the devil like his father without the evil behind his eyes. smart as a whip, too."

eddie clears his throat. you whirl around, swallowing thickly when you meet his eye. he smiles, the expression half-formed and broken at the edges, and joins you at the table.

"it's okay," he whispers. his voice is choked. "i'm okay."

a few weeks later he takes you to her grave. you bring flowers, and he introduces you to her as if she can actually hear him. maybe she can. the spot is so peaceful, you can almost imagine her sitting there with you, kissing your cheeks and welcoming you into her little corner of bliss.

you and eddie visit julia every year on her birthday after that. you pack a picnic, and eddie brings his guitar and you a book, and you spend the day there. he shares memories of her - how she taught him to sew, how she had the most beautiful singing voice, how her pancakes are still the best he's ever had.

it isn't too many years until you're holding a dark-haired infant of your own, propping her up in your lap as you settle into the blanket for another annual picnic. the little girl giggles as she reaches for her father, tugging locks of his mane and grasping at the guitar pick dangling from his neck (he chuckles when she puts it in her mouth).

you lean in close to the headstone and whisper, so only you and the universe can hear:

"her name is julia."

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jishyucks · 3 months

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Love On Ice! — psh

‣ pairing: park sunghoon x reader

‣ genre: fluff, friends-to-lovers

‣ wc: 2.7k

‣ summary: After weeks of stalling, you finally let Sunghoon take you skating—and with how close you two are, you hope he mistakes the beating of your heart for the beat of the music.

‣ warnings: reader kinda sucks at skating and it’s embarrassing considering they have a crush on Hoon, more focused on the reader’s thoughts and feelings so we’re oblivious to Sunghoon’s thoughts and feelings

‣ an: honestly had no idea where i was going with this but i think it's pretty cute,, i half-assedly proofread this but I think it's okay! please enjoy!!

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Fuck, you really don’t want to do this.

Sunghoon leads you into the small arena, an obvious pep in his step.

Between the both of you, he seemed to be the only excited one—understandable, considering ice skating was his forte, his second home, and his first love. There were many reasons Sunghoon had to anticipate this; just as many as you had to not.

For several weeks, Sunghoon had been pushing for you to go skating with him because he went swimming once in your favour (as much as he was opposed to it), so he figured it would only be fair for you to go ice skating.

“At least you won’t be at risk of drowning,” Sunghoon had said, “I just inhaled a gallon of pool water, it can’t be this bad.”

And at that point in time, you agreed, simply because you did see it as a fair deal.

But as time passed, you realized that you really didn’t want to humiliate yourself in front of Sunghoon, not when you had the fattest crush on the boy. It would be embarrassing to imagine yourself slipping and sliding on the ice like a baby taking its first steps. That would keep you up at night.

You even used your athlete card to stall, telling your best friend that you didn’t want to hurt yourself in the middle of your extensive training. And, sure, Sunghoon understood completely—he was an athlete after all—though he started getting a sense that you were stalling for no real reason.

What finally pushed you to go skating was the fact that Sunghoon took it upon himself to buy you brand-new skates, even asking his little sister to break them in for you. That way, even if you refused them, there was no way he could return them.

“Are you sure we’re even allowed to be in here?” It was late in the evening and long after closing. The ice looked like it was just gone over by the zamboni and you’d feel bad if you and Sunghoon were to ruin it again for the night.

He’s still leading you around the rink and toward the waiting area for the athletes. Once you both reach it, he plops his gym bag down on one of the benches and gestures for you to follow.

“I spoke to coach and he allowed me to,” he says, “So we have it all to ourselves.”

Despite how confidently Sunghoon replied, he was lying through his teeth. He did ask his coach if he could use the rink after hours, but his coach didn’t exactly hear him. So really, you and Sunghoon weren’t allowed to be there, but what was the worst they could do? Kick him off the team?

Sunghoon sits down and pulls out his skates and you follow. You watch and mirror everything he’s doing. He slips his sneakers off before he loosens the laces of his skates, then beginning with his right foot, he slides the skate on.

Sunghoon’s fingers begin to pull at the laces, starting from the front of the shoe. You watch as he tightens them, looping the white string around his fingers and then pulling outwards. He works his way up, finishing it with a simple double knot before he pulls his training pants over top of his skate.

What the fuck?

You’re left wondering how the hell Sunghoon had done that so quickly, but then you recall that he’s probably been doing that for years. You take in a deep breath before bending over to try and do what he’s just done, fingers failing to find enough strength to tighten the skate as much as you wanted it to.

You let out a huff before you try pulling on the laces again, only to be met with the same results.

“Here, let me help.”

Unbeknownst to you, Sunghoon had been watching you attempt and fail, secretly finding your effort cute before he did offer assistance.

Sunghoon kneels down in front of you, taking the laces between his fingers before he starts lacing them up. “Just let me know if they’re too tight,” he says, working his way up the skate, “They need to be snug.”

You nod even though you know Sunghoon can’t see you, keeping your legs steady. Sunghoon finishes before you know it, patting each of your feet before pushing himself up from the ground, “Those feel good?”

“Yeah, thanks,” you say. The skates feel foreign on your feet, but they’re comfortable—like two tight hugs around your ankles—now it was all about how you would be managing to balance when you stood up.

With one shaky breath, you scoot forward on the bench and lift yourself off. Surprisingly, it wasn’t that difficult to stand on skates. Sure, you needed to be a bit more conscious of your balance, but it wasn’t as tough as you thought it would be. Sunghoon leads you to one of the openings, yanking the door open. He steps out onto the ice in excitement, doing a quick lap in the time that it took you to waddle over to the gate. When he notices that you’re waiting at the entrance, he glides over to you with his arms out. “Let’s go. You ready?”

Blinking at his outstretched arms, you shake your head, “Huh? I-I thought you were gonna give me those granny walkers.”

Honestly, you should be ecstatic that Sunghoon was willingly offering you his hands, but realistically, you knew you’d melt right then and there by the contact. Besides, the granny walkers were practically the equivalent of a life jacket at the pool. It was just fair for you to ask for one of those because you provided him one.

“That’s five minutes to the storage room and back,” he whines, urging for you to take his hands, “So it’s either you hold my hands or you raw dog it.”

“I’ll just… uh–raw dog it.” You snort at Sunghoon’s choice of words and gesture for him to back up so that you can step onto the ice. You watch where your feet land, helmet on your head weighing it down slightly because it’s still a bit loose on your head.

“Okay~ Whatever you say~” Sunghoon sings. The man starts to skate around the rink, showing off with simple twirls and one-footed glides. He watches you from the corners of his eyes, your fingers gripping onto the ice rink’s boards.

You’re tottering sideways along the perimeter, scraping some of the ice as you go. The combination of the fresh ice and sharp skating blades wasn’t ideal for you, feeling yourself slide without you trying.

It takes you a moment to realize just how tense your leg muscles were, afraid that if you were to relax, you’d be on the floor wiped out.

“Fuck,” you mutter. You’re pushing your weight against the boards, breath growing shaky every time you try to let go. You don’t quite trust yourself to hold yourself up. It feels like the second you let go of the edge, you’re going to lose your balance.

Oh, fuck it.

“Hoon?” You call out. You don’t exactly see where he is on the ice because your back is turned to the rink, “Hoon.”

You hear the sharp scrape of ice before your best friend appears next to you, brows raised with a small, patient smile on his lips, “Yes~”

Without saying another word, you hold one of your hands out for him to take. You refuse to look at him, knowing that he’d end up teasing the hell out of you and giving up so easily.

Sunghoon immediately understands your request. He gently takes your fingertips in one hand, extending his other hand in anticipation of your second arm joining in the hold. With a gentle pull, he leads you toward the center of the ice, making sure you're keeping your balance.

You were so tense that the thought of melting in Sunghoon’s arms had completely slipped your mind. It felt as though your knees were going to buckle, but you tried to keep your knees bent—something that you had picked up from some tiktok you saw a while ago on ice skating.

“Okay, I’m going to let go now,” Sunghoon warns, dropping one of your hands. The warmth of his hand is replaced with the cool air of the building.

“Wait! Not yet!” Your empty arm sticks out, trying to grab hold of air. Despite your balance, there was that lingering thought at the back of your mind telling you that you’d fall on your ass if Sunghoon let go.

Sunghoon is quick to take your hand in his, and it immediately calms you down. “I’m not gonna let you fall.”

And although the comment makes your heart start running a marathon, you glare up at him, “You better not.”

He laughs and distances himself away from you, remaining tethered to you with your joined hands, “Okay, to move forward, I need you to start marching on the spot like this.” Sunghoon demonstrates what he wants you to do and you easily mirror it.

The skates beneath your feet bring you forward and you feel yourself relax in the slightest.

“You’re doing it!” Sunghoon cheers, “Okay, to stop, just slowly point your toes inwards like this while bending your knees.” Sunghoon tries his best to show you what to do while keeping your hands in his.

You nod and you do exactly what he says, and surely enough, you both skid to a halt closer to one end of the rink. “This… this is not too bad.”

As you gain a bit of confidence, Sunghoon suggests, "Want me to let go of one hand?"

You glance at him from underneath the rim of the helmet and consider the idea for a moment. Part of you wants to prove that you can do it on your own, but another part still needs that stability that he’s providing. Swallowing your pride, you admit, "Maybe just one hand for now."

Sunghoon nods and releases your right hand, slipping to your side. “Are you sure you haven’t skated before?” He pulls you carefully behind him, turning so that you both wouldn’t be bumping straight into the boards—and surprisingly, you turn with ease, keeping your balance as you do.

You nod stiffly, “I’ve rollerbladed? But that’s not the same.” He shrugs, “It’s the same in some sense.”

Your eyes fall to the sight of your hand being held delicately in his. The skating has only distracted you from the fact that you were indeed hand-in-hand with Park Sunghoon.

Shit.

It’s gradual, but you feel it. Beat by beat, your heart begins to pound stronger against your chest.

At first, you ignore it, slowly following the circular path that you and Sunghoon had begun to make after a few rotations. But as Sunghoon continues giving you tips and tricks he’s learned over his many years of figure skating, the more you realize that you can’t actually understand what he’s saying.

All you could hear was the rushing of blood in your ears and the muffled thumping of that cursed organ behind your rib cage.

It’s ridiculous, really—how something as simple as your best friend holding your hand is doing this to you—but you’d like to think it’s because you’ve been hiding these damn feelings for far too long and it’s trying it’s best to dig itself out of you.

Then, you hear your name and the heat enveloping your hand is gone. Blinking pulls you back to reality. You see Sunghoon skating away from you, leaving you dab-smacked in the middle of the rink.

“Wait, where are you going?”

Sunghoon yells a ‘Hold on!’ over his shoulder and climbs over the judges’ booth. He plays with a few buttons, fiddling with the soundboard before pulling his phone out of his pocket to connect it.

It takes you a few moments to process that Sunghoon is going to play music.

Sunghoon's voice carries across the ice as he shouts, "I thought some music would make it more fun! Got any requests?"

You shake off the initial surprise and manage to croak out a response, "Uh, anything is fine!"

He grins and starts scrolling through his playlist. After a few beats, the distant sound of a melody begins to fill the arena. You take notice that he chose a rather dramatic song, one that was rather theatrical, before he skates back to you, extending his hand once again.

"Ready for a little dance on ice?" he teases.

There goes the beat of your heart again. It skyrockets the second he slides to a halt in front of you, like some ice prince that’s been pulled straight out of a book. You chuckle nervously, feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety. "I don't know about dancing, Hoon."

He takes your hand himself, “I promise I won’t let you fall.” And you couldn’t bring yourself to reject his invitation, almost as if the song and the warmth of his hand had put some kind of trance on you.

Sunghoon leads you into a series of simple moves, his expertise evident in the grace of his movements. Despite the nerves, you find yourself enjoying the rhythm of the music and letting Sunghoon guide you around the centre of the ice.

As the song reaches its climax, Sunghoon suggests, "How about a spin?"

You hesitate for a moment, “Oh, I don’t know about–”

Sunghoon dismisses your uncertainty, lifting your arm above your head. And like the expert he was, Sunghoon has you spinning in one spot, guiding you into a semi-graceful twirl. Surprisingly, the movement feels natural, as if you were floating on air rather than gliding on ice.

Sunghoon takes it upon himself to slow you down, grabbing your shoulders to stop you completely. “How was that?”

“It was fun!” you say, “But… dizzy…”

Sunghoon nearly overlooks the fact that you were entirely inexperienced with all of this and unfamiliar with the sensation of spinning (whether it was on ice or not).

You attempt to step forward to prevent yourself from falling, but instead of the skate's blade making contact with the ice, the toe pick hits it, causing you to stumble forward and collide with Sunghoon's chest.

Sunghoon’s caught off guard, not expecting you to fall forward, and this sends him falling backward and onto his back with you wrapped securely in his arms. The air knocked out of him the second he hit the ice and the both of you are clutching to each other for dear life.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” you say. You can’t find the power in you to get up, “That was my fault, I’m sorry.”

Sunghoon’s groaning underneath you, trying to catch his breath. “It’s fine, don't worry about it.” He lets his head fall onto the ice, eyes squeezed shut to stop the stars in his eyes.

Practically chest to chest with Sunghoon, you use one arm to lift some of your weight off of him, “It’s not fine. You could’ve been badly hurt!”

A soft laugh escapes his lips and he shakes his head, “I’m the one who spun you, Y/N… It was all–” Sunghoon finally opens his eyes to look at you and he’s thrown off guard, fully not expecting you to be right above him, “My… fault…”

The next song plays over the speaker, slower than the last. It completely shifts the atmosphere, one you couldn’t quite name, but it matches it perfectly. Your heart fails to conceal how you feel and the music does nothing to hide its thumping.

Sunghoon’s arms are still holding your waist, heat seeping through his thin jacket and through yours, but he doesn’t choose to let go. Not now. Not when…

“Y/N…”

Sunghoon gently lifts one hand, cradling your cheek in his warm palm. His eyes flicker down to your lips, perfectly aligned just above his thumb.

You can't ignore the subtle shift in his attention, but a nagging doubt creeps in, making you question the reality of the moment… because maybe you were just seeing things…. maybe your heart was messing with the way your brain was functioning.

Perhaps this was impulsive, but you choose to lean in, though slowly, to make sure you had time to stop yourself if you misinterpreted everything.

And perhaps it wasn’t a mistake because Sunghoon does nothing to stop you.

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dontbesoweirdkira · 2 months

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Vito going from annoyed to loving your stay in his apartement and starting treating you with his wife, his obsessive tendency on the first few was very subtle toward you but it's getting more apparent by holding your hand when going out and beat up punk that disrespected you. One of his most fearful moment is for one day you just go back to your own timeline leaving him all alone

A/N: Ugh your minddddd!! Sorry this took a few days, I got a little busy. Using a prompt from the Yandere prompt list hehehe

44. “Leaving me and going back home is all you think about, isn’t it? Always dreaming about it, always thinking about it?”

Warnings: abuse, manipulation, being held hostage,violence, slight SA and happy sunshine rainbows!!

Requests: Open 24/7

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As much flack as Vito had originally given you, he’s so attached to you now.

Vito definitely is the kind of Yandere who pretends like he’s not completely obsessed with you but is actually dying for your attention.

Tsundere I believe it’s called? Yeah. That’s him.

It’s been nice having you around the house. You make him meals, help out with laundry, cleaning, and even patch him up when he comes home hurt. Not to mention very caring and understanding. You check off all the boxes his mama told him to look for in a wife, why would he ever let you go?

Besides, ever since you told him that he’d end up old and alone, he’s been on the hunt to find his perfect wife.

Apparently that perfect someone is you.

Now you were simply doing all of these things as an exchange for him letting you stay while you worked on a plan to get back home. Not because you were trying out to be his housewife.

Vito is from another time period, for him, if you're basically functioning like a married couple then you are one.

All you need now is a ring and his last name.

You didn’t pay attention to his little gestures at first. Him opening the door for you, paying for you and being protective were all chivalrous gestures most men in the 50’s would’ve done anyways. He never made it a big deal or overstepped a boundary so it didn’t really rub you wrong.

Of course Joe would tease you about Vito being completely smitten over you but it never really appeared so. Also who really pays that man any attention???

It wasn’t until Vito started becoming bolder that you started taking him seriously.

Vito would start to get visibly upset if you decided to sit across from him and not directly next to him at restaurants.

He disliked when you interacted with any man other than him. Even to the point where he would start to question your feelings for Joe, slightly accusing you of flirting.

He became a lot more physical, insisting that you’d hold his hand or have at least one of his arms around your waist at all times.

You tried to protest about how this made you feel extremely uncomfortable since this was a very intimate gesture but the man wasn’t having it. It was like arguing with a wall.

“Y/N, I know we’re only friends but I’m doing this for your protection. If other men around think you’re with me, they won’t dare lay a finger on you. Everyone knows I’m with Falcone.”

To your dismay, you dropped it. What he said kind of made sense. Women and children are off limits, especially if they belong to a family. Maybe he knew something you didn’t.

The physical contact continued but only got worse. To the point he’ll just pull you onto his lap, adjust your clothes and move your hair out of the way so he can rest his head on your neck.

“Trust me Y/N, I’m not into you. You’re not even really my type. Like I said, I just want to protect you. I need people to believe it.”

Why are you lying so hard Vito??

This soldier doesn't like it when a man disrespects a woman period!! Like y’all remember this man holding everything in him back so he wouldn’t kill the guy that hit his sister.

Mama’s boy™️

Can you imagine what happened to the man who decided it was a good idea to not only catcall you but to smack your ass???

You tried to tell Vito to forget it and that it wasn’t that big of a deal…

You spent hours trying to get the blood stains out of Vito’s bomber jacket as well as the sounds of his fists slamming that poor punk into the ground out of your head.

As much as he tried so hard to hide his one sided relationship from you, it was so obvious by this point.

Vito felt strongly about you, even if it was platonic. It was getting out of hand and causing you to look for an out.

Maybe speaking to Vito about this would help? Maybe this was all a misunderstanding and maybe this time he’d actually listen to you?

Yeah….no.

He’s a stubborn fuck that refuses to accept reality.

“Okay…since you can’t respect my wishes and this isn’t enjoyable anymore. I’m thinking about leaving and going back home. I mean that was always the plan but-“

What? You’re leaving? No no no. How could you leave your husband?

“No. You’re not going.”

Haha that’s funny…

“Um, Vito, I didn't ask you. I’m telling you. I’ll be leaving soon. Did you really think I was going to stay here forever?”

Yes. He really did. You were meant to be a part of this decade, here with him. What is so great about the future if he’s not going to be there to spend it with you?

He’s not happy, this isn’t right. Something in his brain snapped and he’s not letting you leave.

“Leaving me and going back home is all you think about, isn’t it? Always dreaming about it, always thinking about it?”

“Vito-“

“Do you think it’s funny that I have to spend my life alone…no one to love or take care of me while you go back to your life like it’s nothing??”

“P-please calm down-“

“Oh please fuck off Y/N. There’s someone else isn't there?? Huh? You have some pretty boy waiting at home for you right now? I can make more money for you-”

“Vito! There isn’t anyone else. I’m just not supposed to be here. We weren’t ever supposed to meet. This was all a huge mistake and I’m sorry for interrupting your life. I wish I just never came here. I-I wish we never met.”

Seriously? Did you mean that? Are you going to go back and undo all of this? Can you even do that? You can’t do that, he can’t live without you. You’re meant to be together.

Taking a second to breathe and lower his tone, he spoke calmly.

“Look, I’m sorry. I gained a little crush on you and it’s admittedly gotten a bit weird. You are right and I’ll let it go. If you feel like going back home will make you happy then I will learn to live with it.”

“It’s okay Vito. Let’s just get some rest and then we can discuss this over breakfast. We’ve had a long day.”

Yeah he’ll never learn to live with it. That was his best attempt at setting down the situation. He needed alone time to think and most importantly for you to go to sleep.

It’s wrong…he can almost see the frown on his late mother’s face as he thinks up this sick plan. But he didn’t ever think about you leaving before and now he’s terrified of you doing just that.

He’d only be locking you up for a few days, that’s enough for him to break you…make you change your mind…

He’s been tought exactly how to fuck with someone in the army, how to make his enemy crumble into doing whatever he wants.

Vito could do that with you. It’ll be okay and you’ll learn to forgive him once he gives you a new fur coat or something.

“This is for the best, Y/N. It’s for our future.” He loves you and the ropes tied around your ankles are tied with care. ;)

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violetrainbow412-blog · 2 years

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D20 [E. M]

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: Eddie and Max play an innocent game that inevitably ends up focusing on you.

A/N: I really like to imagine that Max and Eddie could have been good friends, so here's a short one. I hope you like it!

Eddie rubbed his eyes as he walked to the door to attend to the knocking. It was pouring rain outside, who the hell could it be?

"Red" he greeted lazily. It was his youngest neighbor, Max, who had taken shelter from the rain on the porch of the trailer.

"My mom isn’t here and I don't have a key, can I stay here?" she asked, to which Eddie nodded and stepped aside to let her pass. After both of them had been nearly killed by Vecna they had grown closer, a friendship blossoming from their common trauma. Eddie sometimes took the girl to school and had visits from her like this on occasion, while he had even learned to play some of Kate Bush on his acoustic guitar for her to listen to. He felt good having the girl around, as he had always wanted a younger sister and somehow he could see her as that.

“Do you want something to eat for dinner?” Eddie asked, pulling a couple of grapes from a fruit bowl to pop into his mouth. Thank Wayne and God at least there was never a shortage of food in that house (or trailer, rather).

"I ate something at Lucas's house"

"Huh, so you were with Sinclair," he sneered and inevitably she blushed "He stopped being a jerk yet?"

"Not yet, but... it's less so now"

"It's less so now," he repeated with amusement. He didn't want to push her too hard so he just flopped down on the couch next to her, not mentioning anything else on the subject. Before she arrived, he was writing a song for the band so he took the notebook back to check how he could improve the lyrics, but the truth was that he abandoned it after a few minutes. He was racking his brains to find something good, but he knew inspiration would come at some point, no pressure. "Do you want to play something?" he murmured, hoping that with that they could beat the boredom.

"Play what?" Eddie held up a finger as a request that she wait and dashed into her room to find a small black and red D20. “No! You know I don't like D&D."

"I know you don't like it, it's not that," he laughed. He motioned for her to come over to the bar and sit in front of him, “We're going to say random things, and then we're going to throw it. If a natural 20 comes up, we have to do it,” he explained. It was simple, nothing dangerous and fun, so she nodded at the idea.

"And what do I have to say?"

"I don't know, whatever you want," he exclaimed as she shrugged. Max thought about it for a moment and then spoke again.

"If I roll a natural 20, you... you're going to go out in the rain for a minute." she rolled the dice on the bar and when she stopped there was a 3 on the top face of it.

“My turn,” Eddie said, taking the object and shaking it in his hand. “If I roll a natural 20, you're going to steal Mike's lunch on Monday.” The girl laughed and nodded as Eddie rolled the dice. This time a 9 came up.

So they went on, beginning with small things, for a long time. The challenges ranged from wearing ridiculous clothes to school to ruining beloved Steve Harrington's hair, but luckily only a couple of those had come to fruition. At some point Max's eyes lit up at an idea and she smirked at the boy.

“If I roll a natural 20, you have to call Y/N and tell her you like her”

Eddie froze at this, not even daring to breathe at the sound of your name. Oh, how could he begin to describe you? He and you had started talking, like most of his new friends, thanks to the disaster that had threatened Hawkins. Chrissy's death in the school gym had shocked everyone and although there was no relationship, most had harshly judged Hellfire under the allegation that they ‘were a cult’ and practiced all that satanic shit. And that's where you came to the rescue, willing to even fight with blows with those who messed with your children. You were very protective of the underage group, and luckily for Eddie, you were also protective of him, even though you barely knew him. Inevitably he got mixed up in the 'Upside Down' stuff and that's how you formally introduced yourself. It had been months since, for reasons still unknown to you, Eddie had saved you and Dustin from a demobat attack and the rest is history.

But he had never discussed his feelings for you with anyone. If he had, he'd probably tell her that he'd felt that way for many years, when he'd seen you sometime in high school, and that he'd been trying to bury that silly crush deep inside his being. But sometimes it was impossible for him, especially when he looked at you in the corridors looking so pretty, with that smile that drove him crazy.

The idea that someone knew how in love he was with you terrified him and in the panic of the moment, he understood that Max wasn't stupid. Any movement would simply give him away.

"And why would I say that?" he murmured, trying not to stutter, as he drummed his fingers on the bar.

"So you deny that it's true?" she responded nimbly, narrowing her eyebrows in his direction. Eddie was silent for a moment and shook his head.

“I don't know what you're talking about” he answered nervously and she laughed.

"Don't be a liar, I've seen how you look at her"

"What?" he half screeched "And how do I look at her?"

“With those goofy eyes of yours. And then your eyelashes flutter like you're a flirtatious schoolgirl”

"Shut up!" he laughed, nudging the redhead slightly. "That's not true."

“Of course it is, we all know that,” she exclaimed with amusement, but that made Eddie's heart clench a little.

"Are you serious?" he asked sadly. He didn't want you to think he was weird or depraved or anything like that and his friend finding out so quickly worried him.

“Well, by everyone I mean just Dustin and me. Maybe Robin and if she knows so does Steve, who probably told Nancy…”

"Okay, I got it, everyone knows I'm head over heels in love with Y/N."

"So you admit it?"

"Mayfield!" he complained, pouting. "Just forget it, it's stupid and she'd never pay attention to me." Eddie snorted, visibly sad.

“Oh, c’mon, don't be discouraged. I know you're not the best and you smell a little ugly but maybe she can get to like you” he tried to encourage him, but Eddie let out an offended laugh “Listen, we've rolled the dice so many times and it's never come up a 20, what could happen?” the younger murmured, holding out the dice to her friend. "Just do it, just like I ate that horrible thing you had in the fridge," she practically demanded.

Eddie sighed and took the dice in his hands to shake it a couple of times before throwing it on the table. One, two, three turns and he finally stopped.

20.

“It has to be a joke,” Eddie groaned, staring in disbelief at the result.

"Well, I guess it's fate, Munson," Max sneered. The boy was pale because he knew perfectly well that his friend wouldn’t forgive him for the dare.

“But how am I going to tell her? It's going to be super weird, she's going to freak out!" he muttered worriedly, unconsciously biting off a piece of his fingernail.

“Just call her and explain that you want to tell her something, and tell her. It’s not complicated”

“Easy for you to say,” he screeched. The two of them argued for a bit until Max practically forced him to comply, after all it had been his idea of the game in the first place.

“I don't know her phone number, to begin with.” He tried to excuse himself, but Max recited it from memory. Both your number and Steve's and of course her mother's were engraved in her brain for emergencies.

Eddie took a deep breath as he punched in the digits and with each passing second, he became more convinced that this was a terrible idea. But Max was right, he had to comply and he wasn't going to look stupid in front of a girl.

"Hello?" your soft voice asked. He jumped when he heard you and froze "Is anyone there?"

“Hello, Y/N”

"Eddie?" you murmured at his stutter "How did you get my number?" you said from the other side of the line. You sounded a little confused but the truth was that you were just curious. Eddie was a company you were enjoying a lot lately, always being goofy and pretty without even trying.

"Max…" he exclaimed, but his response sounded more like a question.

"What happened to her? She is fine?"

"Yes, she is wonderful" he continued, avoiding at all costs having to make his confession. But Maxine’s questioning look across the bar didn't help much. "But I asked her because… huh, well… I wanted to tell you something important."

“Oh, something important?” you asked and he nodded, wanting to punch himself realizing you couldn't see him. Max obviously laughed at this. "Sure, tell me," you exclaimed cheerfully, even if you hadn't received a verbal response. That was when Eddie felt his palms sweat and a knot form in his stomach. How could he say that he liked you? "Ed?"

"I'm here," he exclaimed shakily. Shit, he was just going to say it “I just wanted to tell you that I really like you… rrr hair”

Max looked at him in confusion and Eddie closed his eyes as he let his head fall back. He had chickened out at the last moment and just hoped he hadn't sounded too stupid, which he probably had.

“My hair?” you exclaimed, hearing yourself confused even through the phone.

“Hjm” he hummed “And I wanted to ask you what product you use because it always looks so soft and silky and I would love mine to look like that”

"Oh," you exhaled, still a little weirded out by things. That wasn’t the direction that Eddie would have wanted for the talk, but it would be necessary to improvise “I use a shampoo and a conditioner of the same brand, in addition to drying it after I shower. But my hair is a bit straighter than yours, pretty, that's why it looks like this."

"Super, you can tell me where you bought it later and I'll go get them" he mumbled, trying to ignore the fact that you had called him pretty "Thank you very much, Y/N"

“Did you call me in the middle of the night just to ask me what hair product I use?” you said amused, letting out a giggle that wasn't meant to be mocking. Eddie also laughed on the other end of the phone.

“I'm sorry, you know when I have something on my mind, I can't get it out of my head” he apologized. Max, who was witnessing everything, was looking at him with murderous eyes.

“Your curls are cute either way. I like them"

"Really?" he said, with one of the goofiest smiles.

"Yes. Even if you want…”

"Yeah?"

“There are some products to define curls and if you want to invest in something that would be a good option. I can accompany you one day”

"Please. I only know the 5-in-1 shampoo that my uncle buys” he confessed and you burst out laughing.

"You need urgent help then," I snorted, making him laugh softly. There was a short silence and although neither of you could see each other each had a loving smile.

"Thanks again. Have a good night"

"Rest, Eddie"

“You too,” he said, and even though he didn't want to do it he had to hang up. He didn't need more than a glance from his redheaded friend to start whimpering “I panicked! Okay? And technically I told her… in a roundabout way, but I did.”

“You’re a complete fool”

"Someday I'm going to tell her, don't push me" he snorted, walking to the couch and flopping down "Forget that stupid game, come and pick a movie, and don't say anything anymore" he groaned as he crossed his arms. Max just shook his head in amusement and did as he asked, not saying a word about it.

After all, she knew that, with a little effort, that boy could finally tell you how he felt about you. Someday he would.

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Behind my back (Pablo Gavi x Reader, ft Pedri)

**Requested. And I was looking forward to writing a concept like this. Let me know if you’ll like something similar, with other people maybe, in the future 😊**

Word count: 1921

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You could barely hear your brother’s voice amongst the loud voices of the rest of the players singing “campeones, campeones”, but still, you needed to facetime him and congratulate him on beating Madrid to win the Spanish Supercup. He had also scored a goal, as had his best friend Gavi, who spotted Pedri on the phone and knew who he was talking to immediately.

“Hi”, he said to the phone.

“Go away! I’m talking to my sister”.

“Hi!”, you screamed. “Congrats on your goal. It was amazing”.

“Thank you. Better than your brother’s, right?”

“So much better”.

You both laughed and Pedri didn’t like the situation at all. He didn’t care about jokes about goals, but he had noticed you two getting closer and closer. And not just as friends. Things were changing between you two.

“When will you be back?”, your voice interrupted your brother’s thoughts. “We could have a little party to celebrate the title. You’re invited too, Pablo”.

“Thanks. We’ll be back in Barcelona tomorrow”.

Pedri could only roll his eyes again. But once the call was over, he tried to forget his worries and concentrated on celebrating another title won against their biggest rivals.

“I don’t see why you have to come to a family dinner”.

“Pedri, come on. I’ve been to so many already. Besides, your sister invited me and I can’t say no to her, can I?”

“I do it all the time. It’s very easy”.

“And that’s why I’m her favourite. Because I’m nice to her, unlike you”.

His best friend’s laugh made your brother shake his head. Yeah, that wasn’t why he was your favourite. He was sure of that.

“Can I see the medals?”, you asked.

And when Pedri was going to explain to you they didn’t have them there, Gavi took his out of his pocket and put it around your neck. Everyone could see the way you were beaming while he did that. The way both of you were beaming because of that small interaction. But only one person in the room didn’t like that reaction.

“Can you not be so basic, sis?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you have to be like all the other girls and be obsessed with him?”

The look you gave him told him you didn’t appreciate his sarcasm.

“No, some actually find you handsome. Can you imagine?”, you asked, mimicking feeling nauseous at the thought.

“You’re so funny”.

"I know!"

Despite your brother’s protests, you still spent the whole evening hanging out with his teammate and friend. But what no one else in the room knew was that you two weren’t going to remain friends for long. Not only did you talk every day, staying up until too late to message each other. But you were also planning when to have a proper date. Between Gavi’s hectic schedule and the need to hide from your brother what you were up to, it was proving a bit more difficult than it should have.

“Dinner tonight at 9. Same restaurant as always. Who’s coming?”

Frenkie was in the middle of the dressing room, phone in hand ready to annotate the names of those who were going to attend one of the random dinners they organised for team bonding.

“I can’t”, said Pedri. “We have a family dinner tonight”.

“Me neither”, said Gavi, making his friend look at him. Was he going to join your family dinner again? “I have plans”.

“What plans?”

“I’m meeting someone”.

Pedri couldn’t help but smile at that. The way his friend hid his face, made him know he was meeting a girl. And you were going to stay home for your family dinner, so he had been worrying for nothing.

Or so he hoped. Because when he got home that night, he didn’t see you there.

“Where is my sister? She’s never late”.

“Oh, she’s not coming. She had plans”.

He was going to kill you. Both of you.

“Look! He already knows!”, you said to your date, showing him a message from your brother asking where you were.

“Too late”, he laughed.

“I don’t want you two to argue but he’s so stupid. There is nothing wrong with us being together. Why can’t he see that?”

“We’ll be fine. And I guess I can understand him. I wouldn’t want him to date my sister either”.

That was all the talk about your brother you could stand for one night. Finally, and it felt like you had to yell that finally, you were alone with Pablo. He had picked you up from class to go for a walk so you could just talk and be together. And then he took you to the restaurant where you were going to have dinner. He knew the owner, so he could go there without anyone else knowing about it. Perfect for a date with you.

After the nicest dinner, it was time to go back home. And face the interrogation.

“I would walk you to your door, but I’m sure your brother is waiting for you and…you know”.

His laugh was contagious. “Yeah. You can stay here and watch me get home safely. It’s fine”.

Pablo nodded while bringing you closer to him. “I also don’t want him to see this”.

Yes, you wouldn’t want your brother to witness your first kiss with his best friend. A kiss that was as perfect as you imagined it would be.

“Where have you been?”

“Out. With a friend”.

“Which friend?”

“Pedro, stop that. I’m not a kid. I can go out whenever I want and with whoever I want”.

You didn’t want him to make you go to bed annoyed at him after such a perfect day.

“I’m not happy!”, said your brother while you walked to your room.

“Funny. I’ve never been happier. Good night!”

“Were you with my sister last night?”

“Good morning to you too”.

“You’re dating his sister?”, asked Raphinha, shocked by Pedri’s question. “Bro, we don’t need more drama in this team”.

“There isn’t any drama”, assured him Gavi.

But the conversation wasn’t over. He hadn’t denied it and that was enough for your brother to spend the whole training session frowning at his friend.

A friend that refused to meet the team after training again, because he already had plans.

So when Pedri got back home, he didn’t expect him to be there. He didn’t expect you to be there either. But the moment he closed the door, he heard you yell the name Pablo and he immediately ran towards your room. That’s where the noise came from.

But when he was there, he hesitated. He didn’t want to open the door and see…that. It would traumatize him for life. So he knocked loudly instead.

“WHAT?”

“Open the door!”

Only a couple of seconds later, you were in front of him, throwing daggers at him with your eyes.

“What are you two doing?”

When he opened the door further, he saw his teammate sitting on your bed. And on the bed, there was…a puzzle?

“Wanna help?”, asked Gavi.

“You’re doing a puzzle?”

“Yes”, you said, hitting your brother in the arm.

“But you were yelling his name”.

Gavi’s laugh was so loud, he almost cried from how hard he was laughing. But you were just staring at your brother, not believing how stupid he could be.

“Because he kept on putting the wrong pieces in the wrong places on purpose. Give your dirty mind a wobble, yeah? It’s 5 pm on a Wednesday and mum and dad are about to get back home”.

“I’m still not happy about this”.

“So you’re not helping with the puzzle?”

“Pablo, go to hell!”

Pedri could still hear his friend laughing when he closed the door. And then, he slapped his own forehead. Idiot, he should have let the door open.

“Your brother is so silly”, said Gavi, bringing you back to sit between his legs.

“He better get over this tantrum soon. It’s so boring”.

“He’ll be fine”, he said, kissing your cheek. “Just don’t say my name too loudly again or he’ll come back with a stick to beat me up or something”.

Now it was your boyfriend’s arm you hit, making him laugh again.

pablogavi this puzzle almost made her break up with me 🤣 @ yourusername

yourusername you’re lucky you’re cute.

user0587 is Pedri ok with this?

pedri no, he isn’t (message deleted)

The mood in the training ground was a bit weird the next few days. And it was all due to your brother’s stubbornness. But you had the plan to solve this once and for all.

“I’m going to your house later”, said Gavi when he sat down next to his friend.

“Why are you telling me? So I don’t go and you can do more puzzles with my sister?”

“I’m telling you because you have to be there. She wants you there”.

“Why?”

“So you can stop being an idiot, I guess”, he shrugged, leaving your brother to sulk some more. Why was he being invited to your dates now?

But he was there right on time, of course. And when he went to look for you two, he found you weren’t in your room, but in the living room, sitting on the sofa.

“Why am I here?”

“We are watching a movie and you’re watching it with us”, you said, firmly.

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Pedro, how many times have the three of us watched movies together?”

“That was before you two started to see each other behind my back”.

You threw your hands in the air. He really was impossible.

“Bro, we’ve done most things right in front of you. But you didn’t want to see it. And we had to plan a date without you knowing so you wouldn’t try to stop it from happening somehow. But the rest? Right in front of your face”.

“Pablo is right”.

“Of course, you’ll think he’s right”, he said, trying to roll his eyes but not really being able to. Because his friend was indeed right.

“Just watch the movie with us. And see how nothing much has changed. You don’t have to make a big deal out of it, ok?”

“Ok”.

“I’ll go make the popcorn”.

You left to go to the kitchen and get the snacks ready.

“Thank you for at least trying. It means a lot to us. But mostly to her”, said Gavi to his friend.

“Yeah, whatever”.

A couple of minutes later, you got back to the sofa and saw where your brother was sitting.

“Move, I’ll sit between you two”.

“You can sit here”, he said, patting the empty side to his right.

“Either you move or I’ll sit on Pablo’s lap. You choose”.

His groan made you laugh. But he did move and you sat down in between the two of them.

“Maybe it would have been better if you hadn’t moved, you know?”

“Leave the teasing for when he stops frowning”, said your boyfriend, laughing.

“Looking forward to that beautiful day in 2029”.

But you weren’t going to have to wait that long. Because while you were silently watching the movie, your brother noticed how you slowly moved closer to your boyfriend. And how he put his arm around your shoulder and gently kissed your head. And as much as he wanted to hate the idea of you two being together, the way his friend looked at you made him be sure that you were going to be looked after. And that, as your brother, was all he could ask for.

yourusername movie date with my favourite boy 😍 (and my annoying brother). Tagged: pablogavi, pedri

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pedri YOU invited me 🙄

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Love Will Tear Us Apart: I

It's 12:43 am but it is here, and my eyes are dry and burning. It got a little sloppy towards the end, but this is just for tumblr and nothing has to be perfect. Also I apologize it's so short; the other chapers will be longer!

Riff was fucked.

Tony had warned him. Ice – despite having seen you first – raised a hand to his friend’s shoulder with reluctance. Action sat complacent in the booth with a cigarette dangling precariously from his lips, watching the boys ogle in your direction.

“Riff, don’t—” Tony set his glass down on the table, already halfway standing to grab at his shirtsleeve.

“Just want to say hi—is that so bad? Can’t say hi to a pretty girl?” He glances down at his friend, noticeably at the iron grip Tony had on him; plainly unaware of Baby John shifting in his seat to get a better look at you.

“Don’t mess with her, alright?” Tony pushed Riff back down into his seat, landing with a thud. “Don’t need you causin’ shit that don’t need to be causin’.”

“’M causin’ nothin’. Got your panties in a twist over some girl—”

“Do you not—” Tony huffs, leaning over the table to lessen the distance with his friend. “Riff, that’s Balkan’s sister.”

Riff focused passed Tony, squinting his eyes, assessing every inch of you as you strode across the room toward the jukebox. You flip through the songs before you finally settle on one.

I Only Have Eyes for You by The Flamingos.

“Riff, stop.” Tony snaps his fingers to break his stare, lifting his drink back up to his lips. “Leave her alone.”

“’M not—” He asserts, exasperated, lifting his hand up dramatically. “Haven’t done nothin’.”

“No, but I know you. Leave her alone.”

“Didn’t know Balkan had a sister.” Baby John furrowed his eyebrows, peering around Ice to get a better look at you.

Action shook his head and took a swig from his drink. “Probably didn’t want you animals to know.” Riff looked back at Action with distaste. Leave it to him to know who you are. “She’s friends with Rhonda.” He shrugs, pushing his bottle back to his lips.

“What’s her name?”

“Riff, stuff it.” Tony sighs.

“Pretty sure he said if he saw Riff with her, he’d skin him alive.” Action snorts against the brim of his drink.

“Balkan?”

“Who else?”

“We got’a jokester over here.” Riff chuffs, ruffling his hair. He lightly bumps Ice’s arm, chuckling below his breath. When he looks back over at you, you’re twirling your straw in your drink, head cocked to the side in concentration as you converse with your group. Your nose crinkles a little as you smile, nodding in affirmation.

He’s entranced by you, the forbidden fruit.

“Riff,” Tony warns, his voice stern. “You mess with her, and Balkan finds out, I’m not comin’ to save you.”

“Didn’t ask you to.” He finally pulls away from you, reaching out to grab a pack of cigarettes from the table.

The problem was, Tony knew Riff better than anyone. He could threaten Riff a hundred times every day, but if there was one thing Riff was, it was committed. Once he set his eyes on you, it was all over for him, and Tony knew this.

Riff took a drag from his cigarette and lifted his chin up to exhale a puff of smoke.

“Fuck—she’s looking over here.” Baby John straightens up, eyes widening, dodging around the table at the boys.

“Can’t imagine why,” Action rolls his eyes. “Got Riff buggin’ her from across the room.”

“Alright—” Riff bites, turning to face Action with aversion.

“Riff,” Tony interferes, standing up from the booth. “C’mon, we’re leaving.”

“Okay, pal, if this is about…” Riff gestures toward you with a flick of his cigarette. “You have my word. I won’t bother her.”

“I might,” Baby John mutters below his breath, and all four heads spin to face him.

“Balkan will still beat your ass, Baby John.”

“Riff,” His voice is stagnant, but poignant. “Let’s go.”

He’s reluctant, and when he bids you one final glance, he can see you staring back at him, inquisitive. Riff holds his breath, and he silently prays that you will walk over here and introduce yourself, but your friend leans close to your side, whispers something in your ear, and you shake your head, turning back toward your group.

“You’re not special, Riff. Any guy in here would snag her if they had the chance.” Riff looks back up at Tony, hurt. “Is she really worth losing the Jets for?” Because that would be the only outcome of this.

“Guess not, bud.” Riff fakes a smile, turning out of the booth to leave. As the pair make their way toward the exit, Riff spots you by the jukebox, and it’s before he steps out the door he hears the first notes.

Don’t Leave Me Now by Elvis Presley.

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Klaus x reader chapter 6 Bloodletting

Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Marshall the younger sister of Hayley Marshall. Side note I love Hayley one of my favorite characters. Basically Y/n will be pregnant instead of Hayley and I will be changing some things up but then that it should stay pretty close to the series. I hope you enjoy the story! Also, if you like I have a Castiel x reader

Paring: Klaus x reader

Word count: 3,238

Warnings: Some language, Typical the Originals violence, Spoilers for season one of The Originals, Pregnancy, Refence to sex

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Chapter 6: Bloodletting

There were about forty vampires in the courtyard at the compound of Marcel Gerad of squaring up to fight to get a chance to get a special ring. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Fight Night! And, the first rule of Fight Night is: the vampire left standing at the end of the night is one step closer to the inner circle, and one of these--[He holds up the hand on which he wears his ring]-- a daylight ring. If you can impress me with a little ultra-violence, you too can enjoy the warmth of the sun on your face. All you got to do is kick a little ass. Here we go!”

A woman and man step up. Of course, the women won victoriously. But not a moment later her neck was snapped by Klaus. Elijah and Hayley in tow. "Good evening! I'd like a word.” “What do you think you're doing?” Marcel was pissed that Klaus was once again stepping on his throne. “It appears that we've interrupted a collection of filthy amateurs! We've come here for the girl. Give her to us, or we kill everyone here... starting with you.” Elijah was always so methodical with his words.

“You two got a lot of nerve, coming into my home and making demands. And who is she?” He pointed out Hayley. “I'm about to kick your-” She tried to walk forward but was pulled back by Elijah. “Your home, is it?” Klaus has a sarcastic smile. “The girl! I will not ask again.” “I assume you're talking about Y/n? Yea high, H/c, sweet attitude? Who is she, anyway?”

“She's an old friend. You know how sentimental I am about old friends.” “Well, I ain't got her. And before you start whining, I did pay her a little visit earlier tonight. I was feeling nostalgic, so I took a trip out to the plantation where I used to be a slave. And, imagine my surprise when I realized that the Original family of vampires had taken up residence. Your girl, Y/n, answered the door, we exchanged hellos, and that was it. You don't believe me? Look around. Hell, I'll even help you find her. But the question that I'd ask is: if Y/n isn't here, then where is she?”

POV: (Y/N)

I wake up and all I smell is dirty socks and all I see is the back of SUV window. I kick up at the window in some hope to somehow knock it out and climb out. The driver pulls over and gets out and opens the back. I kick him and he blocks me. “Seriously?” “Tyler?” I had not seen him for over like six months at this point. “You don't wanna fight me, Y/n. You know you can't beat a hybrid.” He zip-locks my ankles and picks me up. “AHHH! Let me go you asshole!” “Shut up!”

Tyler had brought me to the backwaters of the bayou of this small shack next to the water. It would be prettier if I wasn't currently being held against my will. “Tyler why the Hell am I here?” He doesn’t answer, instead he brings out a pocketknife. “Ok, geese! I won't ask again.” He then cuts my ankle zip locks. “This is just in case.” He held the knife up, the gall of him. “Hey, aren't you the one you knocked me out in my backyard!?” “It's not your backyard, it's Klaus'! You're shacked up in that mansion with that psycho. A long way from the sweet girl I've met in the Appalachians, helping other werewolves.”

“Tyler, I am still the same girl, just a couple of things have changed.” “You mean that you're pregnant? A hybrid baby, yeah, I know all about it. I've been roaming around the Bayou, asking questions. Let me tell you what I learned! [He pulled down my sweater sleeve to show my birthmark on my shoulder] This crescent birthmark means you come from a big-shot family. Some kind of royalty for the werewolves of this region. And right here-- [He gestured around him]-- this is all that's left of them.”

I look around and see tents that are barely being held together by worn-down rope. “My family is out here?” At that moment I see a blond woman hiding by the trees. “HEY HELP!” I held my arms up. She ran away as soon as I did. “They can't help you! They're in the woods, hiding, because they were persecuted for decades by vampires.” Of course, those poor people, this man walks up. “Is that her?” “Excuse me!?” “Yeah, Dwayne. Get her inside.” Dwayne comes and picks me up like I was a bag of air. He must be a werewolf too or he hits the gym every day. “Tyler? Tyler!”

Back at the compound, Sabine was doing a locator spell to find Y/n while Hayley, Elijah, and Klaus were crowding around. “She's in the backcountry. Way up past Houma, deep in the Bayou.” “Bayou?” Hayley questioned. “There are stories of exiled werewolves, encampments. If Y/n went out that far, chances are she went to find them.” “Clearly, she hopes to make the acquaintance of more like herself. I suppose our company wasn't good enough for her.” Klaus quipped. “No, Y/n is not like that. She would at least tell me, if she's there she's not there by choice.” Klaus looks at Hayley with the slightest bit of worry.

The three of them had traveled to the Bayou. “We should head south towards the water.” Elijah pointed out. “You seem quite determined to find the littlest wolf.” Klaus commented. Hayley was just trying to sense her sister. “If I'm moving too fast for you, Niklaus, you're welcome to wait in the car. Do be certain to leave the windows down.” “ Ah, so I've touched a nerve? You've begun to admire her sister. Perhaps that's why you've been barking orders since your return, hoping to impress Hayley by assuming the role of family patriarch.” she had walked enough away that she couldn't hear them.

“If you're going to insist on treating her like a walking incubator, then that's your mistake.” “I do not see her as a-” Klaus stopped. “Have you found her scent?” They walk over to the SUV so does Hayley. “No, but I found someone else's. This vehicle reeks of someone I thought I was rid of... Tyler Lockwood.” “Tyler? why the Hell would he care to kidnap Y/n.” Hayley said. “He wants revenge because I went after his girl.” “Really over a high school girlfriend?” “Why do I suspect this is the least of your offenses?” “Well, there was this business with his mum…”

“Great so my sister is going to die now because of you! She’s here because of you!” “He needed to be taught a lesson!” “And what lesson will you be taught, Niklaus, if he retaliates by harming Y/n?” “So, you do care about her. Well, go on, then. Have at it, brother. Save her. Claim what spoils you can. I've sampled what she has to offer and let me tell you, she is exquisite–” Hayley slapped Klaus. “Don't you ever talk about her like that again!” She goes to keep searching but stops. “Oh, and Klaus if she is hurt or worse I will find some way to kill you.” With that, she walks, and Elijah follows.

POV (Y/n)

I am brought into the shack and zip-tied to some type of iron oven aka not easy to pick up. Might as well ask. “Tyler, there's been two wolves watching Hayley and me lately. Protecting us, like they instinctively know that we are part of their pack. You're a hybrid, you can turn into a wolf whenever you want... Was one of them you?” He shakes his head no. “No, but you're right-- only hybrids can control when they change. And I'm the only one left, besides Klaus. Which is why we're here.” “Whatever you think you're doing, you know that whole Original family has made some sort of pact, or something, to keep me and the baby safe. So, if you hurt me, they'll kill you. Believe it or not I don't want to see you die Tyler.”

“Of course, the nice, sweet Y/n wouldn't want that but then again you conspired to help kill twelve hybrids. How did you even trigger your curse if you do not believe in killing huh? I'm generally curious.” He got close and up in my face. “An accident the same as you.” I looked to the side. “I don't believe you but that's not why we are here, Dwayne? You ready for this?” Dwayne looked really hopped on whatever he was about to do.

“Let's do it.” Tyler goes to dig out a large syringe. “What are you doing?” I asked with fear flooding my body. Dwayne holds me down. “Tyler, please. NO! Tyler!” “Klaus destroyed everything good in my life! So, I'm gonna take away the thing he wants most!” He jammed it into my stomach. “AHH!” I breathed heavily. As I see it leave my body it’s filled with my baby’s blood. Tyler goes and injects it in Dwayne and then snaps his neck.

I just stare at the dead body now. “Don't get all judgy! Dwayne knew what he was getting into. He volunteered!” “To get killed!? How in the hell does make any sense?” “Dwayne is a werewolf who died with your blood in his system. The same blood you share with your hybrid baby.” I furred my eyebrows in confusion. “You're trying to turn him into a hybrid? That's impossible!” “I've been running with wolf packs all over the country. One of them was tight with a witch. She had nightmare visions about your baby and how Klaus could use its blood to make an army of hybrid slaves.” I breathed deeply in to control my anger.

“That’s enough from everyone! I don't care what anyone says about my baby it’s just that, my kid and if you keep on making threats on it, Klaus will be the last person to worry about.” “That’s cute and all but that's where Dwayne comes in. You see, he was happy to be the test case. If you haven't noticed, these people don't have much to live for. They'd all welcome the chance to become the superior species. Trouble is, all hybrids are sired to Klaus. They follow his every move. [He grabs a knife from his bag and sets it on the table] No way I let that happen.”

“How can you be so sure Klaus knows what the baby's blood will do?” “What do you think? Klaus Mikaelson, killer of men, women, and puppies, all of a sudden wants to be a daddy? Or, he's got an ulterior motive. Hybrids can walk in the sun. Their bite is lethal to vampires. They'll take over New Orleans by the end of the week. And you know what's going to stop Klaus then? Nothing.” Could it be true all this time? Suddenly Dwanye wakes up breathing a lot.

"You're gonna have to feed on her.” Dwayne walks over to me. “What? No! Ahhhhh!” He bites in my neck and it hurts like all Hell. He freaks out and runs out and Tyler goes after him. In the freak out he broke a chair I’m able to reach and grab a broken sharp leg. Tyler walks back in.“It worked, didn't it? He's a hybrid.” “If Klaus gets a hold of you, if he gets that kid? He wins.” He picks up the knife. “Maybe we can run if those are his attentions.” “He'll find you, he'll take your kid away, and he'll make more hybrid monsters. Slaves who do everything he says.” “Please murder is not the answer, Tyler You're not like this.”

He walks closer and I stab him in the leg with the wood. “That was stupid!” He starts again but Dwayne walks in. “Get away from her!” “What do you care?” “I said get away!” “You got what you wanted, now get lost!” “Dwayne, he's gonna kill me! And he's gonna kill you, too! He said that hybrids are too dangerous to live! You need to stop him!” Dwane attacks Tyler and I'm able to grab the knife and cut my binds and I run like never before.

I ran behind a tree hearing footsteps get closer and I jumped out and slide kicked him to the ground and pounced and almost daggered him until I realized it was Elijah. “Elijah I am so sorry! I thought-” I helped him stand up. "You thought I was Tyler, and here I thought you were in danger. It appears I was mistaken.” “Y/N!? Y/N!” It was Hayley. “Over here!” She runs over straight into my arms. “Oh thank God are you ok!? The baby!?” “Yes both of us are fine, a little sweat and a couple of scratches. Nothing I can't live through.” “Let's go!” She tugs on my arm. “Wait guys there's something you need to know about the baby.”

“Klaus must have known, that's the only explanation! He could care less about the baby. He just wants her to be born so he can use her to make more sired hybrids.” Hayley was pissed from what I told them and I don't blame her. “Look, we don't know if Klaus knew.” “Oh like Hell he didn't, he's Klaus !” “We can talk about this later after I take you two home.” Elijah of course is trying to break the tension. “Are you serious? Home to what?” Hayley replied back in her snappy sarcasm.

“Look, regardless of my brother's intentions, mine remain the same. I said that I would protect you and your sister, even, if need be, from Klaus himself.” “Guy’s let’s talk about this.” “What’s there to talk about Y/n! And Elijah I can take care of myself. I've done it for a long time.” She walks away. And I am left to question just about everything at this point but especially Klaus.

We had walked back to the shack where Klaus was standing. He had blood on his shirt in the middle. He saw me and looked like he wanted to run to me, but he didn’t. Instead, he looked between Elijah and I and started to think things that weren't true. “There you are! I see you've found our wandering stray. Perhaps you could shed some light on the situation. This-- [kicks the body over] -- appears to be a hybrid.” He pointed to me wondering why there was even a hybrid in the first place. “His name was Dwayne.” I answered kind of hesitating because I knew the bomb that was about to explode.

“Well, whoever it was, I didn't sire him. Any idea how that's possible?” Hayley gets pissed and jumps up to defend me. “[ She stomps toward him] As if you didn't know!” “Hayley please!” I pleaded to her. Elijah looked to me to make sure I was ok. And Klaus saw. “Ahhh, well, aren't you two fast friends? Oh, come on, then. What kind of horrible accusation have you conspired to levy against me?” Here comes the boom. “Guys let’s talk-” Elijah started to talk.

“Tyler Lockwood brought Y/n here to test a theory. [Klaus nods at him to continue] That the blood of her child could be used to sire hybrids. He claims that you knew that. Furthermore, that you intended to use this knowledge to build an army.” Klaus looked hurt and with that I knew that he did not know about the blood I knew because I've had the same look before. “And, of course, you assume it's true. I mean, why else would I show interest in my own flesh and blood? A heartbroken little crybaby points his finger at me, and my own brother falls in line, eager to believe it! How quickly you believe the worst, especially when it comes from her.” Klaus pointed at Hayley.

“Oh, spare me your indignation. When have you ever demonstrated any kind of concern towards Y/n or her child and sister, beyond your own selfish pursuits? And what was it you once said to me? [He impersonates Klaus] "Every king needs an heir!"” “My big brother. So, you doubt my intentions? Well, I can't say I'm surprised, standing next to the noble Elijah, how can I be anything but the lesser brother? A liar, a manipulator, a bastard.” My heart broke. “Klaus wait please-” I tried to soften this conversation after that because I knew how much pain that phrase brought to Klaus even more when he said it himself.

“And you, of course you agree with them I mean why would the big bad wolf be interested in his own blood. [He got closer to me] I knew you never would want to have a child with me.” “Brother, if–” Elijah was hurt too. “interrupts] You've said all that needs to be said, brother. [He steps back a few steps and holds his arms out in defeat] I'll play the role I've been given.” He speeds towards Elijah and bites him with his venom. Hayley and I are both shocked.

“You three enjoy each other's company. You'll have much to bond over, once the hallucinations and dementia set in. Consider that bite to be my parting gift to the three of you.” Before I even have a chance to say his name he speeds away. Hayley and I turn to Elijah to get him to the shack.

About an hour later Elijah was on the old cot and Hayley and I were looking through old photos to see if we could find any hint towards our family. Elijah gets up to help us look. “You don't have to help us. We can dig through the werewolf antique show on our own. Besides-- [She looks at his neck wound] -- shouldn't you put some kind of ointment or something on that?” Hayley said to him concerned. “The bite won't kill me. Like Niklaus himself, it's more of a nuisance than anything.” I didn’t say anything, but I got mad at that moment. So before I got more mad, I went outside to get air. The pregnancy definitely did not help being hot.

Going outside I looked around and I finally had a chance to fully appreciate the beauty of everything like the Bayou water with the sun reflecting off of it. And the crickets making their own song. The fresh smell of no smog and instead weed flowers having a sweet nectar hanging in the air. Sometimes being a werewolf has its upsides. I couldn't wait to share this with our daughter. When I walked a little more on the deck my feet kicked into something it was big bible. I picked it up and flipped through it.

“Hayley, get out here!” Both of them came out. “What is it?” I held it and flipped through to the page that was saved. “A Bible, with a family history that goes back generations.” “What are these names? Who is Andrea and Elizabeth?” Elijah asked. “I think we are... those are the days that we were born.” I said realizing that my family just got a whole lot more intriguing.

Hey yawl! Hope you enjoyed the story! Sorry it's been a while since I've updated. I wanted to finish my Castiel x reader which the first season is now finished if you want to you can read that. So hopefully I can focus more on these chapters because I love this story so much. This chapter really stirred the pot between Klaus and reader, so I love that. I also hoped that I showed that Y/n could hold her own. I might skip next episode's plot and move on to the next one depends. So look out for the next one! XOXO Gossip girl ;) ;)

#klaus mikaelson #klaus x y/n #klaus x reader #elijah mikaelson #the originals #hayley marshall #tvd fanfiction #tvd klaus #marcel gerard #rebekah mikaelson #hope mikaelson #tvd universe #Y/n marshall #werewolves #vampire diaries

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blacklegsanjiii · 3 months

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abt Cocoyashi!Sanji, i imagine that Nami and Sanji didnt know about each other for a couple months. Nami was prbly away learning how to steal, Sanji was figuring out how to survive Arlong (poor boy thrown from abusive family to good dad to abusive crew like whiplash), and it took them a while to realize that there was another human kid around. Maybe Nami is arriving at the park with some more money and runs into Sanji bringing out food from the kitchen and two eleven-ish kids stare at the mirroring sawfish tattoos on their shoulder and hands like the spiderman meme

sanji is still upset at jinbei at first for arlong but to jinbei's surprise when he tries to apologize later, Sanji is upset about how Nami was hurt, not himself. He insists that Jinbei apologize to her rather than him

also imagine baby sanji telling baby nami stories about the all blue to cheer her up and her promising to include it in her map of the world once they're free of Arlong and can go sail. eventually they both stop talking about it as they get older but after Cocoyashi is freed Sanji brings out the barrel and looks Nami right in the eye as he promises to find the All Blue. in this world, Nami is the second to promise to accomplish her dream

(slightly unrelated but sanji smokes the same cigarettes bellmere did bc those were the ones nami would bring to him since the fishmen hated tobacco smoke, and in return sanji would make new tangerine dishes. his specialty is anything with citrus)

Lordt. Yes. They're pointing at each other like they shouldn't be there and then they realize they're both completely fucked. Whenever Nami can sneak into the kitchen Sanji feeds her. Nami always brings tangerines with her. Sanji tells her about the All Blue and how he wants to be the first to find it. Nami tells him about creating a map of the world and promises to put the All Blue in it when he finds it.

They hear about Jinbei from Arlong and Sanji is angry. Angry because he's the reason Arlong is like this and hurting Nami. Hurting the person he considers a sister. Sanji can't help but be angry and he's constantly jumping in to take her beatings. I also assume he's going to forgo eating to make sure Nami will. The first time he smokes Nami leaves a pack for him and it's over from there. He makes so many dishes for Nami and they're time together is their only source of joy.

Also yeah, the send off means so much more to them than the others realize.

When Jinbei finds out, probably one time he's in the galley with Sanji and they're alone Jinbei asks Sanji if he has any tattoos like Nami since they grew up together and that's all Jinbei knows. Sanji says he burned it off soon as he and Nami were free. Jinbei nods and asks about it and Sanji huffs and spits about Arlong and all the beatings and how much bullshit Nami had to go through. Jinbei apologizes but Sanji snaps that he should be apologizing to Nami and not him and Nami and Luffy are standing in the doorway.

"Jinbei doesn't owe anyone an apology! Arlong made his choice and we made ours." Nami would yell and Sanji probably just nods and goes to his cooking.

"I believe I owe you both an apology for the way Arlong treated you, your families and friends." Jinbei would argue.

"If she says you don't, then you don't. No worries." Sanji mutters as he cooks. "We have more important things to worry about."

"Yeah, we have an ocean to find, a map to complete, and man to make king of the pirates." Nami says as she sidles up to Sanji. "Dummy." She grins at him and he smiles back.

#black leg sanji #jinbei #jimbei #cat burglar nami #cocoyashi!sanji #arlong one piece #vinsmoke sanji #one piece nami #answers

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applesjuice · 2 months

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How are the others taking Kieran's death ? Won't they think there's something fishy ? (Legends AU)

I'm SCREAMING this is the first ask I've gotten in ten whole years and it's about KIERAN 🤣

Putting beneath a read more because this got stupid long...

But real talk, Carmine would be taking it the hardest she'd be a mess for a while. In my mind the plot of LA takes places over about two years to complete the pokedex, so by then she'd have graduated school, and is trying to redefine who she is since so much of her identity was tied into being a big sister. She'd be antagonistic towards Briar for a while, blaming her for bringing them down there in the first place. But I like to think Carmine comes to understand that adults are not perfect after the fallout that comes to Briar and the Paladean Pokemon League as a result of a minor dying on a sponsored exception.

Briar I think would write her book but she'd have fallen out of favor in the academic world due to her irresponsibility. She'd face harsh criticism from the public and the guilt she'd feel would be tremendous because Kieran, despite being a little shit at the time, was a child. I like to believe two years later she's really struggling with her career, getting denied grants and project funding, having her papers get denied by academic journals. She's a mess.

Geeta and the Paladean Pokemon League would face harsh scrutiny over allowing this specific expedtion to occur. For years they refused to allow expeditions down in Area Zero due to a lack of strong enough, accredited (re: champion level) trainers who were not bogged down by workload. Its a media shitstorm. A research team with only three children as the safety trainers? Yes one of them is a certified Champion of their league but they are still a child with only a few months experience, and the other two were strong trainers in their own right but not accredited under Paladean standards. There wasnt enough prep or vetting. Geeta would as a result step down as chairwoman due to the backlash. Atm there is no top champion so if someone beats the elite 4 there's a hold on becoming a champion level trainer while Nemona is being trained for the position.

Now the BB Academy Elite 4, they're shook. Drayton takes it the hardest because he turned down going, so he's like "what if I was there what if there was one more trainer could I have prevented this". The other 3 did see Kieran as a friend, despite his recent behavior. Before that he was Carmine's little brother, and Crispin and him were pretty friendly too, what with being in the same grade. Yeah the kid was a bully but imagine coming to school one day and there's an announcement one of your clasmates died. Thats traumatic!

Now, the protagonist. Oh boy. Regardless of if they're Juliana or Florian, they'd be pretty traumatized. They considered Kieran a friend. At one point they loved his company, he was so kind and sweet and they already blamed themselves a bit for the whole Ogerpon situation. Yeah Kieran took it to the extreme with his reaction, but I find Kieran a really interesting character with how the game wrote him. He's a child, was lied to by the people closest with him, and he doesnt seem the type to easily connect with others. But the one time he finally finds someone he connects with, we continuously and unrelentlessly crush him at something he enjoys, join his family in treating him like he has no agency by hiding the truth of his special interest from him, and go out of our way to disinclude him with his sister.

And like of course Ogerpon got close to us we spent so much time with her, getting her to trust us and know us. I see this take a lot that Kieran just wants to enslave legendaries but thats definitely not it. He's trying to get back at us. We took something special from him, and he never really had the chance to put in his bid for Ogerpon's attention and he knew it was selfish, but he cared so much for her as someone that was always disincluded, bullied, looked down on by others, and he had to at least try because Ogerpon to him, is a projection of himself. He had to TRY even if as he stated, he knew it was wrong.

And then we take his spot as Champion from him that he like, harmed himself and those around him for so he could at least have *something* that put him on the same level as you. Like we as the protagonist are the villain of Kieran's story (sorry for the tangent I swear it's relevant), but he's 14 and had a mental breakdown. And he got killed before we could reconcile or get through to him.

I think the protagonist would do a lot of soul searching because their first thought is "i should have taken the blast." Or "i could have stopped it" and then they had the humbling realization of "what could i even have done? We're the same age. That could have been me, i could have died" because even if the protagonist would never like, try to catch Terapagos immediately with a Masterball, its still a wild and untrained monster with too much power. There's no telling what would have happened if Kieran wasn't there. It'd incredibly eye opening and humbling and I think they'd strive to be a better more understanding person from this. The whole game people are hyping them up, telling them theyre so strong, they're the best, etc. Thats gotta give you a bit of a big head. I think they'd look to the adults they can trust, their mom, their teachers who are genuinely amazing people, and lean on them for support.

And when Kieran gets back and kind of has no idea who they are, and here's that sweet kid they remember with all of his love for pokemon and battling, except he's so much healthier and confident about it (and traumatized in different ways thanks Kamado and Volo). They'd probably be so amazed by him and thankful for this second chance.

Tldr: i should probably just write a fic for this it got stupid long...

#ask #not art #here i traumatize and entire generation of characters over the “death” of one child #meanwhile kieran is wrestling bears and being force fed food by adults and the clans low key have beef over who gets dibs #its sneasler #sneasler has dibs because this child is purple obviously its a poison type #kieran #legends arceus au

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spookyscarydemonbabe · 2 years

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Kiss It Better

A/N- I've seen so many people talking about a Gareth fic where the reader helps him after Jason beats him up but I haven't seen any being posted! I guess I'm glad to be the first

Summary- Gareths neighbor comes over to see him with blood on his face and a nearly broken hand and decides to help fix him up

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- Mentions of blood

Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @ahzysauce

Words- 2.2k

As you were finishing this week’s homework at your desk in your bedroom, you heard a loud crash that seemed to come from just outside.

Being neighbors with Gareth, you knew that him and the other members of his band would get loud, but it was nothing like what you just heard. As you kept listening out your window you could hear yelling, from Gareth and another guy, you weren’t quite sure who, but you could definitely recognize the voice.

You heard speeding tires a few moments later and looked out your window, seeing Jeff and Grant helping Gareth up, his drum set almost destroyed behind him.

The two of you wouldn’t consider yourselves close by any means but growing up across the street from each other gave the two of you a pretty strange relationship. You would call him a friend, but the only time you spend together was at block parties or hanging out when your parents had dinner but really nothing more than that. Still, you cared for him.

He seemed a bit intimidating at first, but in reality, he was just quiet and shy. You knew how sweet he could he just from watching him play with his sisters and he wouldn’t hurt a fly.

You quickly slipped your shoes on and made your way downstairs, just wanting to make sure he was ok. It was out of the ordinary for you to just go up and talk to him out of the blue but whatever happened you could definitely tell he was hurt.

“Hey,” you said as you made your way up his driveway, “are you ok?”

He shook his head, looking at the hand that was just covering his nose, seeing the fresh blood coating his fingertips,

“Jason…”

“Oh shit…” You took a few steps forward and looked at his cheek, a large cut and his nose had a small trickle of blood flowing from it, his face was swollen too, “do you need any help?”

He nodded as his friends let go of his arms. He tried to balance himself as his friends started picking up the different parts if his drum kit off the garage floor to put it back together,

“You guys clean that up, (y/n) would you help me inside?”

You nodded and grabbed his arm, slowly leading him inside.

Though you’d been over a handful of times, you’d never seen it empty. Every time you were over in the past it was either decorated for whatever holiday party your parents had dragged you to or filled with adults, but every time you and Gareth always found a way to spend time together. You’d go up to his room and watch whatever movies he rented for the week or listen to music and talk. One night a few months ago, the two of you were able to sneak off into the garage away from the parents and share a joint, talking about how strange it was to grow up across the street from each other your whole lives and yet you only ever hung out when your parents got together.

You’d wished that your next hang out was under different circumstances, though it was strange to be left all alone with him without having to worry about your parents finding you.

You had to admit, living across the street from Gareth definitely had its perks. You got to see his band during their rehearsals, you watched him play in the front yard with his sisters, and you had to admit he looked pretty cute when he was mowing the lawn shirtless in the summertime. And he could say the same about you. He got to see you in your driveway when your mom insisted on taking pictures on the first day of school every year, he was able to see your reaction when you got your first car, and he loved the view from his bedroom into your backyard, especially when you were lounging around in a skimpy bathing suit.

Most of the time he had to fight with himself over whether or not he should sneak a picture on his polaroid to keep all for himself.

He did feel a bit strange to be left all alone in his house with you, but now all he was focused on was making sure his blood didn’t drip onto the carpet.

You led him into an upstairs bathroom and sat him on the edge of the tub as you searched through the medicine cabinet and vanity drawers, looking for something to try and clean him up.

“Where do you guys keep your band aids?” You said, pulling out a bottle of antiseptic and a few cotton pads from under the sink.

Gareth pointed to the medicine cabinet, and you were able to find them, along with a bottle of Tylenol.

You set everything onto the counter and took one of the washcloths next to the sink, soaking it with cold water and handing it to Gareth to clean himself up. He winced as he pressed the cold fabric to his face, his hand red and bruised, struggling a bit to keep the cloth stable as he pressed it to his face.

“Here,” You sat in front of him and took the cloth from his hand, gently pressing it to the side of his face to try and let the cold ease the pain as it soaked up the bit of blood still trailing from his lip, “better?”

He nodded, and you gave him a shy smile as you sat there cleaning him up. The small spot of blood was able to be cleaned up pretty easily, thankfully it was nothing too severe, but the cut on his lip and the bruise on his cheek were another story. His hand would definitely need some ice too, especially with the condition it was in.

You removed the cloth from his face and set it onto the counter, grabbing the bottle of antiseptic and a few cotton pads. You soaked the pads and set the bottle back onto the counter,

“This is gonna sting a little bit, ok?”

He took a deep breath and groaned as you pressed it gently to his lip, dabbing at it just a bit to clean it.

“It’s not so bad,” He said, trying to ease the tension as the two of you were so close together, “hurts a lot less than a punch.”

You softly giggled at how he managed to still make you laugh while he was so hurt. It was cute that he was trying to mask his pain, but you knew that he was hurting much more than he led on.

“Alright, I think the bleeding stopped, but you definitely need some ice on that hand.” You took his injured hand carefully into yours to look at it. It was red, bruised, and you could tell he was going to be in pain for the next couple of days, “I think you’ll live though.”

“Oh, thank god,” He said as the two of you stood up, his hand still in yours, “I was worried we’d have to amputate.”

You giggled again as you gently let go of his hand, putting away the cotton pads and antiseptic before pulling out a Band-Aid to put against his lip,

“Well, if you think it’s that bad, I can always just use a knife from the kitchen and save you some money.”

He tried to smile but winced from the cut on his lip. You opened the band aid and gently put it over the cut, your fingertips gently brushing over his lips, and you could see the faintest pink over his cheeks.

“There. How do you feel?”

“A little better… Still hurts but I think if I put some ice on it for a bit, I’ll be alright.”

The two of you exited the bathroom and made your way back downstairs into the kitchen.

“You sit, I’ll get you some ice.”

You rummaged through his freezer as he took a seat at the kitchen table. He looked at his hand and winced again as he tried to move his fingers, but you quickly stopped it as you sat next to him, two ice packs in your hand,

“Here, this one goes on your hand,” You said, placing one of the ice packs on top of his hand on the table, “and this one goes…” you said as you gently placed the other onto his cheek, “there.”

You smiled as he held the other ice pack to his cheek, his fingers gently brushing over yours as he held it. He smiled, laughing to himself.

“What’s so funny?” You asked him with a shy smile.

“It’s nothing, it sounds kinda weird…”

“It’s fine,” You said with a giggle, “it can’t be that bad.”

“Well, um…” He looked down at the icepack in his hand, trying not to look up at you, “it’s just been a while since you had to help fix me up you know? Got that weird déjà vu feeling of when we were little and fucking around in the street and I fell over on the curb and skinned my knee really bad.”

You giggled as you remembered that day, there was a block party, and all the kids were running in the street trying to pop all the giant bubbles from one of the other neighbors’ bubble machines. You couldn’t have been older than seven, and you and Gareth kept trying to see who could pop the most and while he was chasing after one, he wasn’t looking and tripped over the curb.

“Yeah, we didn’t want your parents to find out and get us in trouble for messing around in the street. I think I used that same bottle of antiseptic stuff; it looked pretty old.”

“I think so, yeah. Its weird, it felt almost the same, except it was my face that got all fucked up and not my knee.”

You smiled and gently bit your lip, looking down at his hand on the table,

“Yeah, and I didn’t try and kiss it all better like our moms did when we got hurt.”

The two of you sat there in silence for a moment. It was a bit awkward, and you both could tell you had the same thing on your mind.

“You know…” Gareth looked back up at you, breaking the silence, his cheeks and nose glowing the brightest shade of pink, “it might help a little bit.”

You looked back up at him, though your eyes darted back and forth between his eyes and his lips, and his did the same.

You couldn’t tell who moved first, but the two of you slowly inched closer to one another and before you could even process it, your lips were on his.

It was soft, gentle, and though it only lasted a few moments you could feel a gentle spark between you. You had barely seen each other as you grew older, only spending time together at neighborhood functions, and now you were kissing in his kitchen. Neither of you were sure of what to call this new ‘relationship’ you had, but whatever it was, it was nice.

As your lips parted, you both quickly looked to the garage door as Jeff and Grant made their way into the house,

“Hey man, we got your kit put all back together, I don’t think anything’s broken,” Jeff said as he shut the garage door behind him, looking back at the two of you at the table, your faces bright red and your eyes wide with the adrenaline of almost being caught, “you guys alright?”

“Yeah, you look kinda weird.” Grant said with a laugh.

“Yeah, yeah were totally fine,” You said, trying to ease the tension from you and Gareth, “I was just going.” You stood up from the table and looked back down at Gareth, “I’ll see you around.”

You said with a smile, waving to him and his friends as you quickly left through the garage door.

“(Y/n)!” Gareth called out to you as he followed you out, reaching for your hand, but wincing once again as he forgot all about the pain, he was feeling in it, “You know um… You don’t have to if you don’t want to but, I was just thinking that maybe when my hand isn’t all fucked up, and my face is looking… like this,” he said with a nervous laugh, “maybe you’d want to um… do something?”

You giggled at his nervousness. He seemed so eager to kiss you and yet just asking you out made him so flustered; it was cute to see how nervous you made him even after watching each other grow up right across the street from one another.

You took a step forward and gave him another gentle kiss, catching him by surprise,

“Yeah, I’d love to.” You said with a smile, leaning in just a bit closer to him, whispering, “Tell your friends its rude to stare.” You gave him another gentle wave as you made your way down his driveway and back to yours.

He turned and saw Jeff and Grant standing in the doorway to the garage. Jeff smiled and approached him, wrapping his arm around his shoulder,

“Nice job man! I guess girls are into guys with scars.”

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Alright girl, I thought of something 😏😏 The reader and Buck are dating and got really good friends with Sarah and the kids, so you get invited over for a BBQ and some games with your friends and enjoy the time of a little normal life. Then you stay over at night, enjoying some more alone time with your man 😉 and I have a feeling that you will blow up this idea into smth phenomenal again ♥️

Twice in one day!!! I am spoiling you 😉

Thank you very much to the totally gorgeous @imagine-all-the-fandoms for sending this in and thank you again for being so patient! I hope you like it ❤️💖

Warnings: p in v, blowies, Bucky gives good head, small spit kink cos I am still a whore

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'We are about an hour away! Can't wait to see you all' you hit send on your phone and Sarah pinged back a smiley face almost immediately and you smiled. You and Bucky had made the long drive down to Louisiana to spend a couple of days with Sam, his sister Sarah and her kids. You both loved being in Louisiana with the Wilson family, it felt like being in another world, where you could both be free from the struggles of everyday Avenging and instead just be a cute couple with their good friends.

Bucky's hand shifted from the gear stick to your thigh and squeezed as you smiled up at him. "You ok?" You asked and he nodded, a smile warming his face. "Hmm, just looking forward to getting there."

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As soon as you were out of the car AJ and Cass were running to Bucky, shouting about his arm and begging to be swung around. Sarah was yelling at them to calm down and let Bucky catch his breath, but he was already lifting them off the floor to their delighted screams.

You hugged Sarah and she launched into a million questions, asking about your journey, about Bucky, whether or not he had popped the question. You rolled your eyes and laughed as she squeezed your hand and led you inside for some much needed food.

Bucky arrived moments later with your suitcase in one hand and two excited kids hanging off the other. "Hey Sarah" he grinned and once the kids had let go she pulled him into a hug. "So good to see you! Sam is down by the boat if you wanna go get him?" Bucky pressed a kiss to your cheek and headed off with AJ and Cass in tow, asking him endless questions about his arm and who he could beat up in a fight. You and Sarah laughed at them before you helped her finish dishing up dinner.

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By the time you had finished eating the sun was setting and you couldn't remember the last time you felt so relaxed. You settled yourself in Bucky's lap, his arms wrapped around you, fingers playing with yours as Sarah and Sam swapped increasingly embarrassing stories about each other. That was until Sarah won, of course.

"Ok I'm officially sick of sharing family stories, can we start drinking and find a different topic of conversation?" Sam grumbled before pouring everyone a healthy whiskey. You were already a bit giggly from the beer you had been working on all afternoon, so this was probably a mistake, but you were safe so you carried on.

Bucky pressed a kiss to your head before clinking his glass against yours and taking a sip. "That's pretty good man, cheers. And thank you for having us". Sam and Sarah both waved away his thanks, "you guys are always welcome here, anytime" you all smiled at each other before Sam whipped out Cards Against Humanity. You groaned and shook your head, "I suck at this game Sam!" He just laughed and dealt out the cards.

"Ok who took a dump last?"

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It had been a perfect evening that turned into the perfect night. After you had run through Sam's game, you tried your hand at poker (you lost) then monopoly (you lost) and finally you rose from your seat and begged Sarah to put some music on. In your drunken state, you both laughed and sang along loudly to the music, twirling each other around.

After a little while you felt familiar hands holding on to your waist and swaying with you, but also helping you to steady yourself. You soun around and found yourself face to face with Bucky. "Hi handsome" you grinned up at him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a quick kiss. "Hi beautiful" he smiled back and rubbed circles on your hips. "Shall we head off the bed soon?" He meant it to be a simple question, but he sort of growled it at you, making you blush and nod, kissing him again, a little more desperately this time around.

"Guys, I've made up Sam's old bed for you, top of the stairs if you wanna head to bed" Sarah said, waving her arm towards the house. "Um what? No, no way are those two sleeping in my bed...nah nope." You all laughed at him and rolled your eyes, "Sam we're only sleeping, what's the big deal?" But you couldn't stop giggling as Bucky whispered something truly filthy in your ear. "I will kill your Barnes, I swear to god..."

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You stumbled up to the bedroom, Bucky's hands on your hips as you battled the stairs up to your bedroom. "Almost there baby, just a few more to go..." He chuckled and finally you reached the door and headed inside.

You immediately stripped off your dress to escape the stifling heat as Bucky threw open the windows. "Damn baby, you tryna give me a heart attack?" He walked over to you and pressed kisses to your face before sweeping down to your neck and chest.

You sighed his name and dragged his face back to yours to meet in a kiss, lips and teeth clashing as your passion for him flared in your tummy. "I know we said we wouldn't....but can we?" You whispered, eyeing Sam's bed and tugging at Bucky's waistband. "Baby, it was never not on the cards... Lay down pretty girl, show me where you want me."

You placed yourself on the bed before slipping off your underwear and spreading your legs open, showing him your pretty pussy, and whining as your fingers slipped through your folds. "Just there huh? I think I can work with that hmm?" You whispered his name and he quickly kicked off his pants and threw his shirt across the room before settling between your thighs, mouth inches away from your heat. He blew a stream of cool air on to you, making you squirm, before he settled his lips on your cunt and licked at your folds. You grabbed a cushion to cover your mouth as you moaned, his fingers joining his tongue to drag you towards your peak. Your thighs shook as he curled his fingers upwards and you jerked your hips as your came, biting down on the pillow to muffle your scream.

He pulled it from you to press a kiss to your lips, the taste of him and you riling you up again. With a little coordination you pushed him backwards and shuffled down the bed until you were level with his cock, which was resting heavily on his stomach. He panted as you pressed soft kisses and kitten licks to it, making his body jerk with the sensitivity of it. His fingers wrapped through your hair and he tugged gently. "No teasing princess, please...." You pressed one more kiss to him before taking him as far down your throat as you could. You set a steady pace, bobbing up and down, pausing briefly to pull off and lick up and down his shaft, paying special attention to the thick vein that pulsed on the underside of his dick. "Oh baby fucking hell" he moaned and you threw the cushion at him, which he chucked away, grinning. You rolled your eyes before taking him back in your mouth, sucking hard as he brushed the back of your throat. He held you there for a moment, rutting up into your mouth, making a delicious wet sound that went straight to your core.

"Come up here baby, need to fuck that pussy" he pulled you gently off him and urged you upwards until your face was level with his. "You gonna ride me baby? Or you want me to do it?" He pinched your nipples and you ground your wet heat down on his abs, before you whined out, "you do it Buck... Please?" And he chuckled before flipping you over and you landed with a huff. His hands pushed your thighs upwards, opening you up to him and he groaned before spitting on your pussy, rubbing it in with his cock. You sobbed and bucked your hips before he cooed at you. "Ok baby girl, I know, I know, gonna make you feel good now." Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he sank into you, filling you perfectly in one thrust. You squeaked as he started a relentless pace, filling you up each time and bottoming out. His growls became louder and longer with each thrust until you pulled him down, intent to quieten him before Sam bust in and kicked his ass. You let his tongue explore your mouth as you tugged at his hair and wrapped your thighs around his hips. His low growl vibrated through your chest and you thrust forward as he pounded harder, chasing his release. "Come with me baby, come on sweetheart, don't hold out on me." He whispered in your ear and pressed himself deeper and harder until your walls squeezed him and you both toppled over the edge, panting as you shook and clung to his body as he peppered your face and chest with kisses.

He finally rolled off you and pulled your sweaty body closer to his and you giggled quietly as he started to doze off. "Sam is going to posion your coffee y'know" and he chuckled groggily, "fucking worth it."

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MX Short Stories // 101 (CH)

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Roars of the fans were loud as they cheered on for their favorite idols and groups, waving their light sticks, holding up banners and signs. It was funny since you were once like them but now you were on the other side. Now there were others cheering for you and your group. ISAC - the Idol Star Athletics Championships, a field day for idols to show off their athletic side and for groups from all companies to come together and to have fun, spend time with friends and fans. Cameras and lights everywhere. But this was also a constant thought that had to be remembered as an idol - there’s always someone watching.

You walked down the hallway, back toward the stadium after your quick bathroom break and now it was time to rejoin with your group, wherever they were. You hadn’t really seen them since you finished your events for the day and they had theirs, so your group was scattered all around.

It was like entering a new world as the lights were suddenly shining down, and you could almost feel some eyes turning toward you. But then again, there was a lot more screaming now that the male group idols were participating in wrestling.

Your fingers fiddled with the bandage you were trying to unwrap but they were so different from the ones you were used to back home. You had a cut you didn’t even realize you had until you were washing your hands and the soap had gotten into the cut.

Your eyes wandered around the stadium before looking back down to your bandage, fiddling with the paper but you couldn’t find the preferated seam, none of those. But with your eyes on the ground, you didn’t even notice the steps approaching you, the sudden body standing before you.

“Uh, do you need help?” A deep voice asked you quietly admist all the chaos and loudness all around the spacious stadium.

You looked up and met eyes with Monsta X’s I.M, his dark brown hair long and his eyes almost invisible behind them.

“Oh, yes please,” you snapped yourself out of it, realizing you had been frozen for just a bit too long. You handed him the bandaid as he took it from the palm of your hand, ripping the wrapping with ease, though you kept your eyes on the ground. Your mind raced. What was your manager going to say? How would fans react, especially now that Monsta X was on the rise and your group were still rookies. How would they feel toward these interactions, especially since there were fans online and everywhere who were known to interpret the slightest interactions as two idols possible dating or that they liked each other.

You stuck your finger out, allowing him to wrap the bandage around your little cut. “Thank you,” you bowed, only to feel immense heat rise up in your chest seeing glances from other male idols and that was when it hit you that you were on the “male” side, since males and females tended to sit apart from each other, unless they were close brother/ sister groups like Twice and Stray Kids and such.

“You’re welcome, Y/N. Try to be careful,” he smiled kindly before he backed away cooly, returning to his seat.

Why was your heart beating so fast? You were fortunately able to find your other group members, much more at ease with them but you couldn’t hel but glance back toward the area he sat in.. well, to him, though you had to resist the urge - you couldn’t risk a scandal or rumor and trouble either groups and companies. But you did notice something... he was getting closer.. You couldn’t tell if it was just your imagination, if you were thinking too much about it or not. His group was sat in the stands, now they were sat at the edge of the stadium, and now they were sitting closer to the groups.

When it was time for one of your members’ events, you stood up to cheer when that’s when you felt it. As you stood, you bumped into someone, knocking you right back down to where you once sat.

“I’m sorry, didn’t see you there,” the familiar voice called out to you as he helped you up, offering his hands to you. Changkyun lifted you up to your feet. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine,” you bowed politely before turning away, though his hand was still holding onto yours.

“Uh, before you go, maybe we can contact each other?” his voce was quiet as his head down. He slipped a piece of paper into your hand before bowing with the nod of his head and disappearing with the rest of his group.

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I feel like all my anonymous requests are really depressing cause I’m just a lil angst goblin.

I was reading a fic where Sam was getting beat up cause if the rumours about her and I was thinking about how the deaths of the Bailey family would play into that conspiracist narrative. I was especially thinking about ethan’s death I mean even if you just look at the scream fandom there are pages and pages on Ethan who really didn’t have that much of an impact but…SHOCKER, he’s white, male and conventionally attractive so it’s literally impossible to escape him (no hate or anything but cmon fandom let the other characters shine) anyways I got so side tracked there. I can imagine Ethan being really glorified and fawned over by people in the scream universe itself in was way that actual serial killers were because people thought they were attractive (ew). Upon hearing that Tara was the one to kill ethan (i know it was technically Kirby but they did it together) I think the conspiracists would go insane and can you imagine a scene where Tara and Sam are just walking together before they both get jumped but Tara is the target of this attack and Sam is just held down unable to do anything while she has to watch tara get brutally attacked.

Well, Tara is my whump blorbo. There's a place for angst in our lives, because it's not about the pain at all, it's about the aftermath. It's about the being picked up, and the softness and the love and the support. It's about being reminded that no matter what we go through, there is a brighter side to be found and there are people who will help you reach it and sit in the sun with you. Anyway, none of that here.

Ethan Landry. Sweet, dorky, Ethan. He couldn't find his way out of a wet paper bag, people say. Soft, and shy, and smiled awkwardly at girls. Always nervous, but tried his best. Murdered. They tried to say he attacked them, that he wanted to kill them, that he was a savage monster. Who would fall for such a lie? He didn't even like horror movies, he was shaky around blood.

Samantha Carpenter is to blame, they know. It's heavily debated as to whether she attacked her sister last year, or whether it was simply a home invasion and she took the opportunity to make it something more, to sate her blood lust. But Richie was innocent, they all agree on that. A wonderful man who was guilty only of loving the wrong woman. That poor teenager, the best friend of her sister's... well of course Samantha decided she had to go, she wanted her sister to herself.

And it works! Because here they are, a year later, and it's the sister who does the deed, who thrusts the knife into Ethan's mouth, who twists it, slices it open. He'd had a crush on her, sources say. She used it to lead him to his doom. It was deliberate, pre-planned, it had to have been. Why else would he follow her there? Tara Carpenter may have been innocent, once upon a time, but not anymore. She's spent too long in her sister's clutches, corrupted, ruined. Just look at how passionately she defends her, as if she were innocent, as if the truth wasn't out there.

We should help her, some say, get her away from her sister, imagine what she could tell us, what she could reveal! She needs to pay, say others, she's just as guilty as her sister, it's too late for her.

No one agrees on how to stop this madness.

Sam's walking Tara home from her evening class. It feels a little surreal. A month ago, Tara would never have agreed to this, Sam had been desperate to do this. And here they are, Sam's hand attached to her sister's as Tara waves it around in the air, complaining about the professor. (She's not sure what she's talking about, but she's just happy to see Tara this animated).

They're turning the corner when they bump into someone... someone's. There's a couple of guys in hoodies, with surgical masks on their face. "Oops, sorry!" Tara smiles up at them, pulling Sam to move around them. They step back into her path, and Sam begins to feel nervous. Tara's hand tightening around hers tells her she feels the same.

Sam steps backwards, but before she has a chance to speak, arms wrap around her from behind and she's yanked away from Tara, as her sister is shoved to the floor.

"Hey what the fu-" Sam manages, before a hand is covering her mouth, jaw wrenched closed as her head is forced backwards against someone's chest. More arms appear to grip at her own and hold her back.

Tara is thrown to the floor, and a boot kicks out at her arm, stepping on her wrist as she tries to reach into her pocket. The figure looming over her bends down to reach into her jacket, and pulls out the taser she was reaching for. Scoffing, he hands it to one of his companions.

"What did we ever do to you," she growls, breathing deep to push down her fear. "It's not what you did to us," he says with conviction, "it's what you've done to others. What you'll do again!"

Sam kicks out and tries to speak, understanding setting in. Someone punches her in the stomach.

"We haven't done anything!" Tara yells, watching her sister get hurt. She tries to get up off the floor only to be kicked down again with a boot to the chest. "Just leave us alone!"

"But you have!" The one holding Sam shouts. "You killed Ethan! She-" he shakes Sam, "killed Richie and all those others." "They were innocent and you killed them," another pipes up. A chorus of agreement follows, and for the first time, the girls begin to notice just how many people are surrounding them. 6... 7, no, there's more further back, hiding in the shadows... watching. Some of them have their phones out, recording.

"You're going to pay for what you've done," the one looming over Tara declares.

"It was self-de-" he kicks her in the jaw, her head snapping to the side and smacking back against the pavement. He pulls her up from the floor, hands fisting her jacket and slams her back into anothers waiting arms.

Sam struggles against the numerous arms holding her back, unable to move. Her head is pinned, her jaw is clamped shut, tears begin to fall.

The ringleader leans in close to Tara's face, eyes meeting her dazed ones. "Your sister seems upset. Is it real, or just another act? Is she even capable of caring? I mean, she wanted you for a reason, right?"

"Fuck you," Tara snarls back. He grins, rewarding her with a backhand. "It doesn't have to be this way, Tara," he speaks, voice softening in faux-compassion. He cups her chin. "Just tell us the truth, tell everyone what she did, what she made you do, and it can all be over.

"She didn't make me do anything!"

"So you admit it, you killed Ethan in cold blood?" His voice is frantic, delighted.

"Ethan was a sadistic little fuck who got what he deserved." Tara finds herself thrown back to the floor. "He was a nice boy who never hurt anyone!" the one who threw her shouts, kicking her.

Tired of Sam's struggling, the one holding the taser moves closer, releasing it into her stomach. She groans, body twitching. Her legs give way beneath her, held up only by the formless figures clutching at her. They drop her to the floor and a boot presses down on her back. Sam is stuck, unable to convince her body to move, prongs digging in painfully from their place stuck between her skin and the pavement. She can do nothing but watch as the two figures assault her sister, kicking her, watching them pull her onto her back to hurt her some more.

"Stop, please, please stop," Sam begs. She's ignored.

It's only the sirens closing in that make it stop, dark figures scattering. She manages to drag herself forward, limbs slow to respond and shaky. "Tara," she cries. Her sister doesn't respond, still and bleeding.

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the sea around us; chapter thirteen

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

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~Rafe's POV~

"Rafe, bro, I am so god damn serious right now if that wasn't my sister I would've thrown one your way, man." Kegs says to me, lighting up a j as we stand in the parking lot of the theatre, leaning against my bike and watching the screen burn and smoke and ash fly into the sky.

"Yeah, I get that." I respond, holding my hand out for him to pass it to me.

"What's up with her now, anyways?" He asks, taking a hit before passing the joint over. I take a drag as well before answering.

"She's staying at John B's." I answer, blowing the smoke out of my lungs.

"I figured that much." Kegs chuckles. "I meant more what's happening between you guys."

"Oh, yeah, uh.." I take another hit and hand it back. "Not fully sure, man, to be honest." I lie, avoiding eye contact as I hand him his weed back. It's not completely a lie. I mean, I know in my gut that I want to be with her. She's all I've been able to think about for a while now, even before I offered her a ride home on the night of the storm, but Snowy had never looked twice at me before then, I just don't know what she wants. Or how she feels. I just know that it took everything in me to leave her standing behind the burning screen as she cried over what we did to her friends. Fuck- it makes me sick remembering how she watched me walk away, the way her long, red hair hung down in front of her, and her cute little shorts. I need to stop. I just need this high to kick in so I don't think about it anymore.

"Really? 'Cause that's not what that video of you guys making out at Kelce's made it seem like." Fuck.. Someone filmed that? I sigh, running my hand through my hair. "I don't think I need to mention what I'll do to you if you hurt her."

"Yeah, man, of course. I wouldn't do that." I mumble.

"Dude, I'm serious. You haven't had a serious girlfriend the whole time I've known you." Kegs laughs and I shrug.

"I've just never had a nice girl." I chuckle.

"Snowy is nice." Kegs says, nudging me. "Listen, I'm not trying to scare you. You know that. I just don't want her to be another chick you hit and quit. She deserves better." I know that. She deserves better than me at my best, honestly.

"I agree." I tell him. "I don't know what she's doing hanging out with those pogues anyways." I say, in attempt to change the subject.

"Yeah, I mean, she thinks they make her happy." He shrugs. "She doesn't get that in the long run, like, she won't want to live on the cut forever. She'll marry that JJ kid and stay at her three jobs until the day she dies, funding his drug addiction." I feel my teeth grinding just at the thought of that. She deserves everything. I want to give her everything. I'm being crazy- I hardly know her, yet.

"Listen, I better dip. I'll see you tomorrow?" I ask, grabbing my helmet and straddling my bike.

"Yeah, of course man." Kegs nods, handing me the j for one last hit before I leave. I take it, then pull my helmet down and start my bike. Snowy wouldn't want me to drive high. I find myself pushing those kind of thoughts out of my head more and more.

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I get home, and my dad has this great idea, more like demand, that I invite Snowy to Midsummers this weekend as my date, obviously to keep up appearances. I love that idea, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it, but I didn't want to put her out of her way, and I couldn't imagine she would want to come. Especially after she just hardly forgave me for what we didI don't have much of a choice now anyways.

I'm on my way home from the gym, and I see her old, beat up car parked outside the coffee shop she works at. Now is a better time than ever, I suppose. I park outside and sit on my bike for a minute after I take off my helmet, looking inside through the window. I don't see her, but I don't see anyone else either. It's perfect.

I take a deep breath before I get off, putting my helmet on the back and approaching the door. My hands already feel sweaty. Gross. I wipe them on my shorts and then look at my reflection in the glass, quickly making sure my hair looks okay before I open the door and walk in.

"Good morning, what can I get for you?" Snowy asks as she walks out from the back, customer service voice in full swing. She has her hair up in a ponytail that looks like it could fall out at any minute, and wearing these leggings that hug her curves perfectly. She is so pretty. She wipes her hands on her apron, since they're dripping wet. She was probably doing dishes- I feel guilty for interrupting.

"Iced Caramel Macchiato please." I say, trying to mimic her from when she ordered those for us the other day. She looks up, her face relaxing into a more genuine smile. It is so contagious.

"Oh, hey." She says, reaching down and clicking a few buttons on the register. "Just get back from the gym?"

I laugh slightly, gesturing down to my clothes. "How could you tell?"

"Just a guess." She shrugs, walking over to the espresso machine.

"So, uh, I needed to talk to you about something." I say, and she hums back in hesitant acknowledgment as I rub the back of my neck. I'm sweating like crazy- it's hot in here for it being before 8 am. "There's this thing this weekend, kind of a big deal apparently, and I was wondering if you would be okay with going with me?" I internally cringe at the way I said that. God- that probably made no sense.

"Midsummers?" She asks, pausing making the drink to look up at me. I'm getting butterflies in my stomach, just looking at her brown eyes.

"Yeah, that. My dad is getting some sort of award or something." I explain. "So? What do you think?"

"Uhm.." She pauses, clearly thinking. Great. I screwed this up with her already. Of course, I saw this coming- she should still be mad at me. "I would love to, I really would, but I don't think I'd be welcome there. Besides, I don't own anything even remotely appropriate to wear." She replies, with a nervous-sounding laugh.

"If you're my date, you'll be welcomed. Besides, my dad wants you there." I tell her, smiling despite how anxious I'm feeling.

"Ward? He specifically requested that I come?" Snowy raises her eyebrow at me, getting back to working.

"As a matter of fact he did- I can tell you don't believe me, but he loves Kegs, and he wanted me to bring someone to keep up appearances, since he's the guest of honour or whatever." I say, immediately hearing how bad that sounded. "Not like- fuck, that sounded bad. Not like I don't want you there." I laugh nervously. "I do want you there, and so does my dad. There. That's what I meant to say." This is humiliating. I'm waiting for her to laugh in my face- even though I know she would never do that. She's too kind.

"Okay.." She nods, placing my drink up on the counter in front of me. "I still don't have anything I could wear. I just don't want to embarrass you. I'm sorry. Maybe ask one of Sarah's friends? I'm sure they would be all over you." She jokes.

"That's the easiest problem to solve." I dismiss her comment. "I've got it. Here.." I say, pulling out my wallet and digging around for the bills I'm looking for.

"Oh my god, Rafe, no. I seriously can't let you give me any money. I can borrow something from Kie, maybe. I'll sort it out. I'd love to go." Snowy says quickly, shaking her head at me. She is so cute.

"Okay fine, then this for my drink." I say, placing eight hundred's on the counter. She just looks at me, as if to say 'come on, seriously?' and that makes me laugh.

"Your drink is free." She replies, crossing her arms. "On me."

"Oh, thank you. How sweet. Then that's a tip." I grin, pointing at the cash and she rolls her eyes.

"I'll pay you back, Rafe." She sighs, picking up the money and folding it before putting it in her pocket. "Thank you." Snowy says honestly, looking back up at me.

"Don't worry about it. I really want you to come." I say as I pick up my drink. "Can I pick you up from John B's at 3 and you can get ready with Sarah? That's a thing girls do, right?" I laugh, totally unsure. I've just seen that in movies.

"Yeah, totally." Snowy laughs, leaning her elbows on the counter. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Me too." I smile, taking a sip of my drink. "This is good, I need to come while you're working more often, Juliette." I tease her, reaching down and flick her name tag.

"Oh my god, ew. If you keep calling me that I'll get you banned!" Snowy laughs, swatting my hand away.

"I gotta run, but I'll talk to you later?" I suggest and she nods.

"Of course. Thanks again, Rafe." She says as I wave and start to head for the door.

"Oh, and one condition on me paying for your dress," I say, turning as I walk back toward the door. "Send me pictures of everything you try on." I wink, seeing her roll her eyes.

"Bye, Rafe." She giggles, waving me off. I don't know when I stopped feeling nervous, but I leave feeling much better than I did when I walked in.

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A/N; Bet y'all didn't see his POV coming lol I hope you liked it though! I tried my best but as always feedback is appreciated :) -R

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Urgh! The angst of Tyler Galpin X Sister! Reader— I LOVED IT

I'm probably going to make a few requests cuz I'm in love with your ideas(if you don't mind of course) but I will start with a not-so-random one

Could you do headcanons for Wednesday x Selective mute! Reader?

I'm making a series based on this pairing but the relationship/romance part it's not really my thing so...could you help? I mean, just ideas for them bonding and getting closer after season 1 would literally save me

It's such a pleasure to know that someone loves my works. Thanks you for the idea. I hope I managed to do it.

Wednesday x male! Reader

Your life before Nevermore

Your parents were sirens and used to attend Nevermore. When they found out you are mute, their life mission became making your life as comfortable as it was possible.

They showered you with love and tenderness but your peers were pretty cruel. They called you 'fish' and taunted constantly.

You often changed schools because of your parents who tried to stand up for you by all possible ways including siren' song.

You loved reading so you are the greatest nerd in the world.

You have a great imagination. Instead of watching TV like ordinary kids, you wrote fantastic stories about your adventures and you being normal. After all humiliation you became introverted and insecure.

You liked to have a stroll when streets get empty. You had a dog Bonnie so it was like your motivation to get out of your house. She was quite playful and adored you. You found her when she was a little sick puppy. She was left to die and local kids tried to make her die sooner throwing rocks in her but you protected her, shielding her with your back.

- Get lost, freak, or you want to get a punch?

- They are the same. This trash is dirty and ugly and this one can't even say a single word.

- His brain is so small that he can't do it!

They laughed at you but it was usual for you. You stopped trying to find out why people are so tyrannic towards you because you got used to it.

Your parents saved you and praised for bravery. You had nursed Bonnie till she got better. Eventually, she became normal and looked like other dogs and still she kept to your side.

One day you were walking around the town with Bonnie and she sniffed something and started barking. These were local bullies who made your life in school miserable but you kept it to myself.

- Who is here? Oh, that's the poor boy who can't even say something.

- Jack, he isn't going to say something. Maybe, we can do it with another way.

They rushed to you, taking out a small knife from their pockets to scare Bonnie but she didn't let them approach you. She attacked one of them and he stabbed her with the knife.

Meanwhile another bully tried to beat a soul out of you. When you saw her blood, you went ballistic. Your eyes were full of anger and something clicked inside of you. The bully stopped and you pushed him. He wasn't trying to defend himself then you glared at the other and he frose. He started shaking and fell on the ground. You dashed to Bonnie. Your phone was broken so you took her in your arms. She was heavy but you didn't have other options. Your parents were shocked to see you covered in blood after a walk.

It's a pity but Bonnie lost much blood and died in your arms. You were depressed for a long time, keeping her toys and photos.

You met the bullies in the school and they pinned you by your closet:

- We don't know how you and your shitty dog escaped but now we want to continue our conversation

You felt the anger again. Because of these bastards you lost your only friend. Their looks made your blood boil. You felt the feeling again and they froze. You used the opportunity and punched them, not caring that someone can see or hear you beat them. When you saw blood, you felt excitement. You were dragged by some teachers. That's how you were expelled.

Your parents didn't scold you for this and one day enrolled you to Nevermore, thinking that you can find some friends there.

Your life in Nevermore

Gossips about you reached the school before you. Everyone talked behind your back but you didn't care. Rumours about you reduced when this strange girl appeared because her story was more interesting than yours.

One day you were paired with her. She looked intimidating but turned out to be as indifferent to everything as you. You agreed to do your project in your room because you didn't have a rommie.

You were doing your project and she saw a photo on your table by your bed.

- Dog lover?- she asked showing you some signs

You squeezed a pen in your hand and ink was all over your hand. You left her, saying that you would be soon, trying to hold tears.

She was surprised and understood that the dog on the picture isn't ordinary but she was busy with her investigation so left the topic.

After the project your ways crossed rarely. You were also busy with investigating the case. You had your suspicions about Weens, who tried to hide death of Rowan. You was the one who found Thing at the station. It told you about Wednesday investigation.

That's when you started talking with Wednesday about the case. Some students started shipping you both.

She asked out the barista from Weathervane on the day of Raven. You, Eugene and her had decided to watch after the cave, but she chose to stay.

You left with Eugene. At first everything was okay but when someone appeared and burnt the cave you tried to see who it was, but you stepped on a branch and the sound revealed you. You tried to run away but the monster appeared. You tried to hypnotize it but its claws made a deep cut on your stomach. You passed out from blood loss.

Wednesday felt guilty and tried to visit both of you every day. Your parents appeared as soon as they heard about the accident. They had an argument with Weems calling her 'heartless witch who can't cope with her only duty - keep children safe' . They wanted to take you from the school but you were in coma. Wednesday promised them to look after you and they said that after the loss of Bonnie you avoided people so they are glad you to have found friends.

You woke up shortly after Eugene. Your parents wanted to take you away from Nevermore but you knew that if you do it, you will regret it. You had seen red boots and recognised them as Thornhill's.

You wanted to tell Wednesday but she already had left. You were worried and when Thing with Enid bumped into you, your guts told you that she is in a danger. You dashed to the Crypt with them, but when Enid started her transformation you had to go there by myself

You saw Tyler who was holding Wednesday by her collar so you pushed him. He transformed into a Hyde and attacked you. You used your hypnosis and it helped till the moment you lost control over him hearing some noises. He threw you in a tree and got ready to end your life but Enid saved you.

Wednesday dragged to Nevermore, knowing what's going on there right now. You saw the castle in fire and everyone was in panic but you were ready to any danger. While Wednesday was fighting with Crackstone, you were helping others to get out and then came back to the castle. You found Thornhill, who wanted to kill Wednesday so you attacked her from behind.

When everything ended, you took a small ball from your pocket, looking at it closely. It had some marks from Bonnie's teeth. You felt the hand on your shoulder, it was Wednesday. She hugged you tightly unexpectedly and you returned it. She told you about her Nero, who had been killed by bullies, and said the words you wanted to hear the most " I'm glad to have a friend like you" she smiled "If there were more people like you in the world, the world would be a better place. Hope to see you in the next semester"

" So do I" Enid appeared out of nowhere and hugged you

That's the time to turn a page and this time it will be easier with a friend who accepts you.

#wednesday #tyler galpin #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday characters x reader #mute reader #male reader #wednesday x male reader #wednesday angst

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