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Sethos x Reader: The Sound of Silence

Heehe I've never cooked this fast (and hard?) lol. Hope you enjoy!!

Words: 4163!

Childhood best friends, shenanigans at the temple, comforting each other, subtle and comfortable affection

Very canon compliant!

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Three pairs of tiny feet splashed in the shallow water of the oasis, a chorus of giggles bursting out with every swing and stomp. The kids were having the time of their lives, until they were called inside again.

“Agh, seriously? We're going to run out of clean and dry clothes at this rate..” the lady in charge sighed, ushering the kids into their rooms to change.

It was time for some quiet studying, and after that, the usual evening meal.

Days at the Temple of Silence were simple and structured, but nice and cozy enough to be happy.

Y/n, Cyno and Sethos had grown up together within the walls of the temple. None of them really remembered their real families, and maybe it was better off that way. A kid didn't need to know if their parents had died or sold their child, after all.

Regardless of their backgrounds, they had found a home. They were fed, educated, trained, and got plenty of free time to play with each other, too.

What more could a little kid need?

Definitely not a test of whether a fragment of a god likes them or not.

But that is exactly what the children of the temple had to go through.

“It looks scary, I don't want to-!”

“Y/n, there's nothing to be afraid of. If he doesn't pick you, you'll be fine. If he does, it's a marvelous thing and a great honor.”

The little girl was gently but firmly pushed towards the pulsating fragment, already reacting to the presence of people.

“I don't-!”

“Y/n, go! Now!”

She didn't have a choice. Small fists clenched and tears in her eyes, she walked towards the fragment. It sparked and pulsed in place, as if studying her.

Then it let out a violent hiss, and she stumbled on her behind, scrambling away as soon as she got on her feet.

“Good job, y/n”, the adults briefly smiled, petting her hair, “you can go now. He didn't pick you.”

She ran off, still crying, barely noticing how another kid was called in for his turn.

She ran through the temple halls to her favourite spot, a tiny nook in the weapon storage wing. It was a secret hideout for her and her best friends, and they had planned to meet there that morning.

Sethos was already waiting there. He immediately turned to his crying friend.

“Y/n, are you okay? Where were you?”

He dragged her down to sit with him, looking into her eyes and wiping a tear off her cheek.

“They took me to-to see the pieces. It didn't hurt, it was just scary.”

She kept sniffling, but soon calmed down thanks to him and his warm palm on her cheek.

“What happened?”

“...There was a little orb. One of the pieces of Lord Hermanubis. I-I had to walk to it, see if he'd pick me too.”

She still trembled a little, so he held her tiny hand with his.

“Did he?”

“...No. The piece hissed at me, and I ran off.”

“Okay.”

That was all he could reply. He didn't know if it was a good or a bad thing, after all.

Sethos himself had gone through the same thing, apparently, but with a very different outcome. He had no recollection of the events, only a vague memory of being really sick for a while. He had been told she'd cried at his bedside for days, especially when he hadn't recognised her or Cyno.

He had become one of the vessels for Hermanubis’ power. That’s what the adults said. He had no idea what it even meant.

Whatever happened had just made him sick and hurt his friends.

And now she'd been through the same test, too, just without losing her memory.

He tightened his hold of her little hand. She remembered him. That was good, at least.

But now the problem was Cyno's absence.

“Did you see Cyno?”

“I don't think so”, she said, wiping her eyes with her arms, “I ran so fast I barely saw anything.”

“..Let's go look for him. I've got a bad feeling about this.”

They snuck out and walked through the halls hand in hand, peeking behind corners and checking their usual hide-and-seek spots. But they didn't find him.

Until he walked towards them from the scary corner of the temple she had just moments ago ran from.

“Cyno!!” they both exclaimed and ran to him, hugging him.

He stood there, unmoving.

“Are you okay??”

“Did you see the pieces??”

They practically shouted at him once they had given him a bit of space. Cyno just stared.

“I don't know. I'm tired. My head hurts.”

She placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Let's go get you some help-’

“Who are you two again?”

Their eyes flew open, pupils shrinking in shock.

“It’s us! Your best friends, Sethos and y/n!” Sethos tried to grin, but it looked more like a grimace.

“Yeah! And we were planning our snack heist for today, remember?”

“...I don't know. I don't remember.”

He suddenly fell on his knees, clutching his head and clenching his teeth in pain.

“He needs help”, they shouted, making eye contact.

“You stay with him, I'll go get someone”, Sethos decided, “I'm faster.”

She nodded, and he immediately dashed away to find someone, anyone.

But while Sethos was gone, Cyrus appeared. He ran out from the scary room with a panicked expression, and it worsened when he saw the situation.

He approached the two kids, trembling.

“Sir Cyrus! Come help Cyno!” she immediately called out.

Cyrus knelt down, picked the confused boy up to hold him gently against his chest, and looked down at her.

“Y/n, be good, okay?”

“What does that-”

“Please be good. And take care of Sethos for me”, he pleaded.

“Wh-”

“Goodbye, y/n.”

Cyrus carefully held Cyno as he ran off towards the exit.

“Where are you going?! Bring Cyno back! Sir Cyrus!!”

She was left there, screaming and crying, as one of her best friends had once again forgotten her - and this time taken away to who knows where.

She slumped on the ground, curling into herself, and cried herself dry and sore.

When Sethos eventually returned with an adult, she didn't have any tears left, so she just held onto him, afraid of him being taken away as well.

When he found out, he cried too.

Their group obviously felt empty without Cyno, and they didn't know what to do about it.

One day y/n and Sethos were sitting outside by the oasis, not in the mood to play, but just sitting there to absentmindedly watch the fish.

“Did you ask your grandfather about Sir Cyrus and why he left and took Cyno?”

“I did, but he said it was complicated. He was mad about it, too, so I didn't wanna make it worse.”

“I'm also mad! How could he just take Cyno?! And after he lost his memories, too!”

She pouted, and Sethos tried to support her by leaning against her shoulder.

“The adults must know what they're doing. Grandfather says that they're close, and that it's going to be great.”

That didn't seem to lift her mood, so he tried again.

“I'm sure we'll see him again one day.”

He was angry as well, especially since he hadn't even been there to witness the situation. Cyno had just been ripped away from their lives all of a sudden, and it still didn't feel real.

But Sethos himself had also apparently been blessed by Hermanubis, so he didn't exactly have the choice to leave or fight against the adults, either.

“I'm glad I still have you, though”, she smiled sadly, resting her little head against his. “But yeah. We'll find him one day. I'm sure.”

As days, weeks, months and years passed, the memory of Cyno became more and more hazy. It never went away, of course, it just stopped hurting as much.

Sethos and y/n were still kids, but they'd gotten busier as time passed. More education, more training, more tasks. They had to learn more about the temple and what it stood for - especially Sethos, since he was the heir and the remaining vessel.

Y/n had her own share of tasks too, of course. She wasn't as informed about all the lore of the temple, but did her best with the more physical labor as she grew. She wasn't as quick and nimble as Sethos, sure, but was as much of a little rascal as he was. She ran through the temple delivering things from one member to another, learnt combat from some of the older folk and also Sethos who was taught by Bamoun himself, and became a handy little scavenger to pass time while Sethos was busy.

She heavily contributed to the number of times they could eat fish, and she was proud of that.

Sethos was trained in all forms of combat - polearm, sword, claymore and bow. He preferred the polearm, though, since his grandfather did as well. She, on the other hand, was on her way to become a skilled swordswoman. As she practiced, she even started fishing with her blades instead of a fishing pole.

Despite all the training and studying, the two stayed close through all the years.

“Knock knock. I’m really feeling like having scorpion today. Wanna take a break and come with?” she leaned in his room with a grin, skillfully spinning one of her dual blades in her hand.

Sethos grinned back just as smugly, closing his books.

“Heh, sure. Someone's gotta watch how you dish the spices, after all.”

“Rude, but true”, she chuckled, sheathing the weapon and stepping out the way. Sethos stretched his arms and back, earning a good few pops, and walked to her.

“You know, it's like you have a sixth sense for when I'm starting to get hungry.”

“We've been close for years, Seth. You should stop being surprised by my awesomeness.”

He chuckled and rolled his eyes.

“Sure, sure, maybe one day. But scorpion, eh?”

“Yup. They're making potato boats and other stuff I don't really care for today, so I thought we could go for a little hunt and get our own food. Sound good?”

“Definitely. Not as much of an adventure as it used to be, but fun nevertheless. Lead the way, hunter.”

“Just try to keep up.”

“You know I'm still faster than you.”

“Oh shut up and come on or they'll stop us again.”

They swiftly exited the temple and made their way along the cliff sides, until a lone scorpion caught their eye.

“The usual plan?” she grinned, taking her blades out.

He materialised his polearm and nodded.

“Yup. Get ready.”

She nodded and brandished the weapons, and he dashed forward, spear in hand. He jumped over the scorpion with an overly dramatic flip, dug the tip of the blade into the sand underneath it, and launched the creature towards her. She caught it midair with her swords, and slammed it down on the ground to finish it off.

“I think that might have been our best time”, she chuckled, giving him a high five.

“Eh, you could've been a bit faster.”

“Says the one who had to show off his agility and do a stupid flip.”

“Hehe, you're just jealous.”

She rolled her eyes and shooed him away.

“Go get firewood already, you doofus.”

He laughed softly, ruffled her hair, and started gathering dry sticks and branches nearby while she began preparing the scorpion meat.

It didn't take long for them to have a crackling campfire with a good amount of fresh meat grilling over it. They were sitting together in front of it, enjoying the warmth of the fire as the cooling evening air started nipping at them.

Both had soft smiles on their faces.

“Running away in secret has always been fun, but it's especially so when I've had my nose in a book all week”, he eventually chuckled, “so thanks.”

“I'm glad you're benefiting from me being a picky eater, hehe.”

He playfully elbowed her.

“I meant it, you know. I know I was doing important stuff, but I feel like I was built to be active and spend time outside instead.”

“That does sound more like you than being a nerd in a dusty study.”

“Heh, exactly. So, we're enforcing each other's bad habits by being here.”

“Isn't that what friends are for?” she bumped into his shoulder with hers, grinning playfully. He elbowed her again.

“Apparently, but don't push your luck.”

The sun had dipped below the horizon by the time the meat was done. Just like usual, Sethos did his magic with the spices, and they leaned back to look at the stars while enjoying the warm fire, good food, and even better company.

“This never gets old.”

“You sound like an old man, Seth.”

“Am I wrong though?”

“...No, you're not.”

“Thought so.”

Once Sethos was done with his food, he fished out his lyre from his bag, and started gently picking at its strings, playing a relaxing rhythm. She lounged next to him at a friendly distance, but even a fool would know that the look in her eyes was far from a friendly one. His wasn't much different - though maybe even softer than hers.

But neither brought attention to it. Maybe they didn't know, or maybe they just wanted to give it time.

They were perfectly content nevertheless.

“Sethos, Djer, y/n, training day. Let's go.”

Bamoun's word was law, and so they left. She was excited, anyway. She liked their regular combat camps, for both sides of the experience - combat AND camping.

The group gathered everything they needed for the trip before heading out to their usual training area.

“Ready to get beat up?” she playfully poked him.

“You should be. I may have been training my archery lately, but my polearm is still deadly, you know”, he grinned back.

“That little stick? It looks like it'll snap in half any second now.”

“So you'd better pray you're not the one it ends up snapping on.”

“If you get that close, it's already too late for you.”

“Now you're just starting to sound jealous.”

“Me? Of what?”

“If you hadn't been such a picky child, maybe you'd have the skills to wield several weapons now too~”, he smirked with a mischievous lilt in his tone.

“Psh, I'm plenty capable with just my blades, and you know that.”

“You say that, but when you feel like eating fowl, can you snatch a bird midair?”

“...Will you ever stop boasting about that? You already got your grandfather's pride and even a gift, what more could you possibly want?” she whined dramatically, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Your undivided admiration, of course.”

“Never.”

“Aw, shucks.”

Little did he know, he already had that.

Eventually they reached their training grounds, and got to work. Sethos set up a few targets for him to shoot at, while Bamoun directed Djer and y/n in a practice duel. Polearm versus twin blades was fairly evenly matched, even if one had an advantage with the weapon’s reach.

Bamoun was a good teacher, since he offered to teach everyone to wield several weapons if they were willing to learn. So, after some time and a brief break, he directed Djer for some archery training as well, and Sethos and y/n could duel, polearm versus blades, as always.

This time, however, something went wrong. That being a shot Djer missed.

The arrow flew into a passing herd of sumpter beasts - animals that aren't exactly known for running away when spooked.

The group was soon surrounded by wild beasts.

Bamoun wasn't exactly in the best shape after all the years and battles he'd gone through, so it was up to the three youngsters to deal with the herd. The beasts were strong and thick skinned, so the fight went on well into the night, the toughest of them fighting back until the crack of dawn.

The four humans were pushed back by the beasts, and as the fight continued, they'd covered a good amount of ground.

And some bad ground, too. The heavy beasts started sinking into the apparent quicksand with loud and panicked cries, and the four humans had to think quickly to avoid the same fate.

In little more than an instant Sethos had fished out rope and tools, and helped the group up to higher and more solid ground. Some of the sumpter beasts tried to follow them, but he shot them down. The rest fled the scene.

They had barely managed to find their bearings when the wind started howling angrily, and its speed soon picked up to a dangerous level.

“Quick, we don't have cover or the strength to run!” Sethos called out, and ushered the group closer.

“What can we do?” y/n asked, trying to keep her voice calm and level.

“Just hold on.”

Sethos made eye contact with her briefly, and tied the rope around her waist with careful but hasty moves, and did the same to the other two and himself.

“Stay low and hold on to anything you can!”

He managed, any other words drowned out by the howl of the harsh desert storm.

Her knuckles were white and fingers covered in cuts from holding on to branches and rocks for who knows how long.

So were his. He was tired, but he had to stay strong and hold on. For their sake.

Eventually the winds died down, and everyone slumped on the sandy rocks, completely spent. Sethos made sure everyone was there and okay.

Djer was a fellow temple member so Sethos obviously cared for him too, but he'd be lying if he said that he treated Djer with care and tenderness similar to what y/n and Bamoun got. The other two were more important to him, after all.

Everyone was quiet and tired on the way back. Djer supported Bamoun and y/n Sethos as they walked. She whispered supportive and thankful words the whole trek back, only broken by a little surprise.

Sethos' leg had brushed against hers, and both felt something odd in his pocket.

He had received a vision. Neither of them had the strength to check which element he was blessed with, but it was an important development regardless.

She was so proud of him.

More time passed, and with time came change.

Bamoun was getting worse by the day, which meant that Sethos was getting busier and busier to fill his grandfather’s shoes.

The Temple of Silence was starting to become too silent for her, as she saw Sethos less and less every week. There were other members, sure, but none of them could ever replace him.

Speaking of the other members… after all the years they'd been gone, rumors about Cyrus and Cyno suddenly began to travel around, and it didn't take long for everyone to find out why.

One day Cyrus just appeared in the temple, seemingly out of his own will. The lack of surprise on Sethos’ face showed that it was anything but unplanned, though.

After Cyrus followed Cyno, who had also brought his friends; Tighnari - a descendant of the Valuka Shuna - and the Traveler with his flying little companion, Paimon.

Cyno didn't remember Sethos or her of course, but Cyrus did shoot her a sad smile, recognising the girl even after all the years.

Things escalated, Bamoun fell into a coma, and soon there would be a Rite of Duels. She was so confused, but believed in Sethos.

She approached Sethos, who emerged from his grandfather’s room.

“Are you okay?”

Her voice was soft and quiet, but it still surprised him.

“A-ah, yeah. He's been sick for a long time, but seeing it get worse still hurts.”

“Of course it does.”

She gently sat him down on the stairs.

“Are you going to fight Cyno?”

“Yes.”

“Are you ready to give him your Ba fragment if he wins?”

“...Yes.”

He sighed, obviously tired from everything that had happened. He stood tall around the others, but was able to relax only with her.

“You're doing good. No matter what happens, I trust you, and I'll be here for you.”

Sethos let the words sink in, and leaned his head on her shoulder. She found his hand, and ran her thumb over the back of it, hoping to calm him even a little.

He closed his eyes, and for a moment, he was not the heir or the vessel.

He was just Sethos.

The rite of duels was intense, neither side was willing to back down. Tighnari and Aether were already tough opponents, but her nails scraped the stony railing as she watched Cyno and Sethos clash time and time again.

The fight was about something deeper than just Ba fragments; Sethos’ view of the world, the temple, his power, and even himself were all changing.

But he seemed to come to a conclusion, since when Cyno hit Sethos’ polearm from his hands and made him yield, Sethos smiled in response.

He gave up the power personally granted to him by Lord Hermanubis. But he was fine.

The temple was fine too, since Cyno let Sethos become the one in charge instead of taking over himself, despite what the rules had said.

The only thing that wasn't fine was Bamoun, whose death was expected, but still painful for everyone.

As she had promised, she was always by his side, especially in his hour of sorrow.

But things changed.

Now that Sethos was the leader, he was busy. Even busier than before.

And now that the Temple was communicating with the Akademiya again, Sethos was out and about a lot.

He even moved to Sumeru City.

The temple was and had always been her home. But it was silent without him.

She continued doing her responsibilities - hunting, gathering and helping the others with physical labor - but nothing felt the same.

The temple was full of changes and fresh air, but had never felt so stuffy and silent.

She missed him.

Sethos, of course, didn't forget his home or his duties. He had a lot to do, but always brought some rainforest specialties back with him. Fruit, leaves, flowers and feathers, whatever he could find, and everyone loved them.

He brought her something, too.

“Y/n, there you are!”

He threw his arm around her shoulder with an affectionate grin.

“I missed your grumpy face! What's up?”

“The usual, really. Getting food and carrying things”, she replied in a neutral tone, happy to see him, but sad about how things had turned out.

Sethos, after all these years, could pick up on her tone of voice, of course.

“..Y/n, are you okay?”

He turned her to face him, and brushed a few strands of hair away from her cheek.

“And don't you lie to me or I'll put you in timeout”, he chuckled, bringing a small smile to her lips, too.

“...I just.. miss you. The others are here, of course, but… it's not the same without you”, she eventually admitted, voice barely audible.

Sethos noticed how vulnerable she felt, and gently turned her face away from him, beginning to comb his fingers through her hair to help her calm down a little.

“I'm glad you're getting to see the rainforest and make new friends, I am! But… I feel like you.. you left me behind.”

He carefully thought of his next words, absentmindedly twisting the strands of hair into pretty braids, matching his.

“...I'm sorry for being out so much. I haven't had much time to think with everything going on, but I can definitely say that I have missed you too.”

She didn't know what to say, so she just nodded slightly, accepting the apology she knew was genuine.

He chuckled softly in response, and kept messing with her hair, now actually styling it.

“I mean it. Cyno, Tighnari, Collei, even Hat Guy… they're all interesting and fun, of course...”

He gently wove a Padisarah flower into her hair, secured it in place, and turned her face towards him again.

“But you're the most important person to me, don't ever doubt that, y/n.”

She smiled softly at his words, and placed her hand on his, still resting on her cheek.

“You're mine, too.”

A meaningful pause later he placed a tender kiss on the top of her head, and laced his fingers with hers after helping her up.

“You know.. I’d really like to go for a walk in the city today. What do you say?”

“Well, if you insist.”

And so, for the first time ever, she stepped foot into the rainforest and the city streets.

And, for the first time in a while, the world was far from silent again.

The outside air was fresh.

She could get used to it.

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for-your-modesty-dude · 1 day ago

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As Long As You're There

A/N: AHHHHHHHH This is SO intimidating. My first ever fic posted. I don't feel like it's my best work, but if I don't post this now, I'm going to chicken out, and never write anything ever again. I hope you don't hate it, since I refuse to have my first piece beta read for fear of chickening out from that, too. So... no beta, we die like Jason. Feedback appreciated, but please be nice, LOL. I'm sensitive and very new to this. Love you all! - Hy

Warnings: Reader uses she/her pronouns, not beta read, tenses might jump around (i got nervy), generally nervous author, was supposed to be angst/fluff but I honestly don't know how to describe this one, folks

Synopsis: Eddie is sure Chrissy Cunningham is the girl for him. What happens when he is shown she's not?

It is undeniable. Eddie Munson thinks he likes Chrissy Cunningham - especially after that drug deal before the championship game back in high school. He doesn't really, though. Deep down, what it really boils down to is that he craves to be known and liked by the people who torment him. He sees kindness in her, and thinks that maybe - just maybe - if Chrissy can see past the flaws, even a girl like her could come to have feelings for a guy like him. After all, he's always been funny, charming, and larger-than-life. Sure, he talks a lot, he goes on emotional rants, and always has something to tease his friends about. And okay, maybe he's a little bossy. But at the end of the day, he's just a guy with a lot of affection to give and not enough friends to give it to. He tries, he does, to keep his temper tamed and attitude in check, but it's hard for someone with a past like his. He's a little angry at everything. He wants to get out of Hawkins, sure. But most of all, he just wishes he could feel normal. He likes being different, likes being who he is. But he doesn't like what comes with it. The jeering, the nasty looks, the fear - it's all so stupid. Because despite all of his attitude and temper and hardened look, Eddie Munson is a complete dork with a heart of gold. After all, the jocks and preps don't have a care in the world to take those who look like they've got no one and give them a place and a group to be a part of. No, only Eddie does that. He's done it since he was young, and even now, in his mid-twenties and having completed his Associate's degree to make his old man proud (the one who cared for him, not the one who left him), he still finds himself constantly looking out for people who may need a group. All the while, he keeps one eye open in search of Chrissy Cunningham - the girl who went off to college, got her fancy Bachelor's degree, and then, for some reason entirely unknown to Eddie, returned to her hometown to teach at the very same high school they'd both graduated from.

Eddie, meanwhile, had been stuck working at the auto shop since he'd graduated. Wayne had sat him down and insisted he needed to find real work, lest he get arrested for his extracurricular activities. The conversation, of course, had been prompted by Wayne finding a stash of pills his nephew had hidden (and then forgotten) in the bread box. He hadn't been happy, and had told Eddie he would not be going down for 'having them damn pills in my home.' Eddie had been a little embarrassed, but agreed to get a real job- so he'd chosen the shop. Luckily for him, it was in a perfect spot. It was on the street Chrissy Cunningham passed every morning on her drive to school, and every afternoon on her drive home. In the spring through the fall, she even walked most days - which gave Eddie the chance to say hello. He always tried to be as grease-free as he could, but some stains really just stuck, and he had a habit of wiping his face after changing the oil in his customers' cars... it didn't go well for him in the looks department.

What Chrissy thought of it, no one was the wiser. None of Eddie's friends really interacted with her. Half the kids were still off to college, Dustin being the furthest and at an Ivy League, so no one could spy or find information. Sure, El was still around, choosing to go to the local college with Max, but they definitely didn't speak to Chrissy. Mike, Will, and Lucas had their own college woes. And Steve and Robin... well, they'd gotten through community college too, eventually, but they stayed within their comfort zone. They didn't make new friends, and they certainly didn't hang out with the likes of Chrissy Cunningham. Nancy and Jonathan had done what they'd always said they'd do - they took the settlement money from the government and went to NYU together, staying in New York City to work at the Times, as journalist and photographer, respectively.

All of these things meant that Eddie was on his own. Except, of course, for his best friend. One of the craziest things about community college to him was that he met people from other towns. Imagine his shock when he met a girl there from a small town not 45 minutes away from Hawkins, studying music history for fun. He was a lover of music, sure, but he was taking the class for the sake of his liberal arts degree. This girl? She was finishing her Bachelor's at the local university and taking courses for fun at the local college. He'd found her fascinating, to say the least. It helped that she was, like him, a little different from the rest. They had similar (though not quite identical) music tastes, and fashion that made their conservative towns uncomfortable. It sparked an instant bond. He'd invited this girl out to Hawkins once, and they'd never looked back. They'd become inseparable. She'd moved out to Hawkins, somehow a nicer town than her own, especially as its commerce grew, and helped Eddie out of his slump. When Wayne had given him that talk, it was Eddie's new best friend who'd helped him nail the interview at the auto shop. It was she who helped him find his new apartment (conveniently a 5 minute walk away from her own), and it was she who listened as he gushed about good ol' Chrissy Cunningham.

So here you were, once again seated at the register at your job, listening to Eddie go on about Chrissy's outfit that day on her walk home from teaching at the school. Did it bother you? Absolutely not. There was no reason for it to bother you. He was just a friend. Your best friend. But... then why did your stomach sink whenever he brought her up? Why did your chest feel tight? Why did it feel hard to smile when he laughed about how cute she was when she'd dropped her purse, or whatever book she was carrying? Why did you-

The ringing of the bell above the door pulled you out of your spiral, if for but a moment. You looked up, never more grateful in your life than to see the likes of Steve Harrington, who'd been introduced to you early on in your friendship with Eddie. He was a good friend of yours now, and often came to visit you at work, as with the others who’d stayed behind, when they had the time. Often, he wanted to talk about the latest gossip to someone who wasn't Robin (after all, he couldn't very well tell Robin half of the things he experienced, because she was usually there to experience it with him). He gave Eddie a good, friendly slap on the back as he approached the counter, leaning his forearms on the counter and leaning forward to greet you. Eddie made a face, annoyed at having been interrupted, but not annoyed enough to voice it.

"Hiya, Stevie," you greeted him with a smile, eyes communicating your relief at his arrival.

"Hey!” He responded brightly, but your relief was short-lived, as Steve took this opportunity to smile suspiciously sweetly at you, "so, any chance you want to take my shift later?"

Your eyes narrowed at him, "so that's why you're here? To ask for a favor? Even though you still owe me for the last shift I covered?" He had the decency to look at least a little apologetic about that, and nodded.

"I swear I'll pay you back for both. But... remember that girl who's been coming in every week to see me? I ran into her today while getting lunch, and she actually agreed to a date tonight. I swear, I'll more than make it up to you if you just please help me out today. I'll beg, do you want me to beg?"

You put your hands up in surrender, "woah, okay. No need to tarnish your dignity like that. I'm good, I'll stay. It's not like I have plans anyway, so one of us might as well get a date. God knows we could both use the romantic luck," you rest your chin on your hand with a huff, and he thanks you about seven times before running back out, leaving just you and Eddie once again (and, well, the three customers browsing the aisles of the store).

"So..." Eddie started, trying to keep the conversation from awkwardness. "No luck on the dating front, then?"

You couldn't help but to shoot him a dirty look, before you rolled your eyes and sighed. "No. There's no- anyone in this damn town. No one interested, and no one interesting. Maybe I need to expand my horizons and take a road trip out to Indie," you huffed. Eddie shrugged, turning to lean his back on the counter as he continued chatting with you, picking at his nails all the while.

"I think I might ask Chrissy to go out tomorrow night. Think she'll say yes?" For some reason, the fact that your misery led to him talking about his hopeful date sparked anger in you, but you didn't let it show. Did you think Chrissy would go out with him? Maybe. She was so sweet, you didn't think she had any reason to say no. She'd give him a shot, at least. But that was the trouble, wasn't it? If she gave him a shot, she'd see how wonderful he was. And then, maybe, you'd lose him for good. Was that something you were cool with? It wasn't like you were together. It wasn't like he'd ever looked at you the way he looks at her. It wasn't like you were in love with him... was it?

That realization had you smacking your forehead lightly against the countertop behind the register, and Eddie turned around to look at you with a puzzled expression. "You good over there?"

You just managed a frustrated groan and the excuse, "just commiserating that everyone else has successful romantic lives and I'm stuck behind this register. Of course she'll say yes, she's too sweet to reject you, and you're awesome. Anyone who doesn't see my best friend's potential as a boyfriend is stupid and also rude." You finally looked up at him with what you hoped was a convincing smile. He couldn't help his own grin at that, feeling proud.

"It's totally settled, then. I'm going to ask her. What do you think she'll say to going to the new diner that opened up where Benny's old place was?" He asked, and you had to plaster on that fake smile again.

"Eddie, as long as you're there, she'll have a great time. Trust me." At least, it was true for you. If Eddie was present, you knew you’d have a great time. At least, most of the time. When he gushed about Chrissy, you had… less of a good time. But your compliment seemed to work, because he lit up like a christmas tree.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he gave you a beaming sort of smile, leaning over the counter to kiss your cheek. “I think I’m gonna go see if I can catch her on her lunch break. I’ll call you if it goes well!” He turned tail and ran, clearly excited. Luckily, he was gone so fast that he missed the way you deflated entirely.

You were happy for him, and would continue to be if he managed to date Chrissy. But it didn’t change that you’d be jealous of her. A relationship - especially with Eddie - was time-consuming and all-encompassing. He would spend his free time with her, and you’d be left behind. It was natural, after all. What girl would want her boyfriend hanging out with another girl one on one? The thoughts plagued you, until a customer called into the shop asking about whether a certain book was in stock or not. After that, your day managed to go by a little quicker.

You didn’t realize how late it had gotten until you were reading a book behind the counter and heard the bell ring as someone entered the store. Eddie slammed his hands down on the counter with a big grin, “guess what?” You peered up at him over your book and your heart sank, but you kept your expression clear for him.

“Hm… you’re a huge nerd?” You joked, and he made a face in response.

“She said yes! She’s actually going on a date with me!” His eyes were bright and excited. “She said she’s cool with diner food, so… tomorrow night, I’ve got a hot date with Chrissy Cunningham. Will you help me choose what to wear?” And he just looked so hopeful, that you couldn’t possibly say no to him. So you agreed, and he sat around with you until the end of your shift.

You wound up going back to his place that night, to help him in his search for an outfit. He even threw it in the wash so that he could smell good for his date. That night when you went to bed, you couldn’t help but to stare up at the ceiling and seethe for a few minutes, before letting sleep overtake you. Your dreams were the same as they always were - some shenanigans you got into with Eddie. Only tonight they held a different meaning, and when you woke up you were forced to reconcile with the information that was news even to you:

You were in love with your best friend.

You went into your shift early that morning, stopping for coffee at your favorite place before starting your day at the store. You were able to distract yourself then, as Saturdays were particularly busy days for book-buyers. You hadn’t thought about your revelation since you’d had it. You had refused to acknowledge it, in fact. Eddie was your best friend. And he was going on a date with Chrissy Cunningham tonight. There was absolutely no point in thinking any more about potential feelings that may or may not exist. So you spent the day working, and maybe pouting. A couple of your friends stopped by to say hi throughout the day, but noticed your demeanor and ended up just letting you mope.

Before his date, Eddie stopped by your job - and God, did it hurt. He looked so handsome. His curls were freshly washed and styled, his leather jacket hanging off of him like it was made for him, and his freshly washed jeans making him look more cleaned up than ever. When he opened up his jacket, he was proud to show off the button-up you’d helped him choose. ‘Dressy enough to be on a date, dressed down enough for jeans’ was what you’d told him. And his usual worn combat boots looked - almost good as new. When you asked about those, he was proud to say he’d spent his morning cleaning them with carpet cleaner and a toothbrush. Your heart ached that he’d never put that much effort in for you, not in that way.

Before he could leave, you approached him to fix his collar and a stray curl, making sure he looked his absolute best. You refused to meet his eyes for your own sanity, and if he noticed, he didn’t comment. He just let you work your magic, and when you finally stepped back, you gave him your most convincing smile, and wished him well. “Call me if you need anything at all. I’ll be home tonight, and tomorrow morning. I want to hear all about it,” lie. “She’s going to have a great time, not a doubt in my mind,” truth. “I’ll be rooting for you,” lie. “You’re gonna do great,” truth.

He smiled proudly, and thanked you before giving you a big hug. The smell of his good cologne (only brought out for funerals and weddings) threw you for a loop, and nearly strangled you, but you managed to squeeze him back. When he ran out with a quick “love ya!” you just fell back into your seat behind the counter for the last hour of your shift.

If you had any idea what was going on in Eddie’s head…

He’d only stopped by because he figured he should share in this exciting moment with his best friend. But something about your excitement had him feeling a little odd about the whole thing. And then you’d come up to him to help him straighten his shirt and fix his hair and you just wouldn’t look at him. He couldn’t understand why, but honestly, he was too focused on the fact that you were wearing your favorite perfume that day. He could tell you’d washed your hair that morning, too, because he caught a whiff of the shampoo you so loved. So when you didn’t look up and meet his eyes, he had to push down a weird feeling of disappointment. But he’d hugged you goodbye and you’d wished him luck, and that was that.

Or so he’d thought. He showed up to Chrissy’s to pick her up, a cute little townhouse near the center of town, and did all the gentlemanly things he was supposed to do. He’d brought her a small bouquet of daisies, and walked her to the car and opened her door for her - it was all pretty textbook. She smiled and laughed during the drive, and it had Eddie feeling like he was already on the right track with this girl.

Things did take a turn, though, when they actually got to talking after they’d ordered their meals. Because it would seem that Chrissy knew him better than he ever imagined she would.

“Can I ask you a question?” She’d asked him, hands folded in front of her as she leaned close in curiosity.

“Shoot,” he’d leaned back against the back of his seat, smiling.

“I know you mentioned yesterday that you’ve had a crush on me for years, and I found that so sweet of you, Eddie, but… aren’t you in love with - well… you know…” She didn’t say your name, but only because it felt a little major to bring up your name if he hadn’t considered it. But he blinked at her, puzzled, and she realized she had no choice. So she finished her question with your name, which made Eddie’s eyes go comically large.

“Sorry, what?” Was all he managed. His eyebrows slowly rose to his hairline, when she gave him a shy smile.

“Eddie… you hear yourself when you talk about her, don’t you?” She asked, a soft giggle in her voice. “I’m flattered, I am. And I think you’re really amazing, and would love to date you. But only if I thought you actually liked me. I’m not accusing you of lying, I just don’t think you realize just how you sound.”

Eddie was not a man often brought to speechlessness, but Chrissy’s question stopped him dead in his tracks. You? That wasn’t possible. You were his best friend. Comfortably listed in the “friends” category in his brain… or were you? Chrissy, sweet Chrissy, pointed behind him to the entrance, and said “oh, I guess her shift must have ended! She’s here now with someone!”

The speed at which Eddie whipped around to look was nearly breakneck. When he saw you were, in fact, not there, he turned back to Chrissy with a blush and an embarrassed look in his eye. She just gave him that warm smile and sweet giggle, “I’m sorry, Eddie. But that’s not something someone does for just a best friend. Have you ever thought about that?”

He took a moment to rewind and think about his conversation on the drive here. Admittedly, he’d told Chrissy a lot of stories about you. He started by telling her all about how he would gush to you about his crush on her, but then devolved into just telling her about the times you’d hung out, and the fun things you’d done together. When she’d mentioned a restaurant or fun activity, he’d talk about a time you’d discussed the same with him. So, okay, maybe he talked about you a lot. And sure, he had thought about how much he preferred your perfume over Chrissy’s when he’d picked her up at her place, but that didn’t mean anything, did it?

And then he thought about how he’d felt so off when you hadn’t met his eyes when fixing his date night outfit. He’d never voice that one out loud to Chrissy, but he’d wanted you to look up at him and smile, and see how handsome he looked. He’d tried hard. The more he thought about it, the bigger hole he felt he dug himself.

He blinked at her and groaned, burying his face in his hands in shame. “Shit. I think I’m in love with my best friend.”

Chrissy, to her credit, took it so sweetly. She giggled and just encouraged him, telling him he should tell you and get it out in the open. Eddie, however, was so afraid. Afraid he would be wrong about the whole thing and you wouldn’t be interested in him in return. It didn’t matter, in the end, because his date (and now friend) was rather persuasive, and convinced him to do it as soon as he saw you next. And before he knew it, he was paying for their date, and driving her home. He liked being friends with Chrissy, he realized, and didn’t exactly desire any more than that. He’d always wanted her to like him, and now he knew she did - in a more important way than romance. She liked him for who he was, and wanted him to be happy. She wanted to be his friend.

As soon as he dropped her off, she gave him a warning look and told him not to stray from his plan. It would work, and you’d be together in no time. He just thanked her and got back into his truck, driving home. His autopilot must have broken, however, because next thing he knew, he was pulling into the parking lot at your apartment. He sat there and stared at your door, the automatic light coming on and making his heart race. When he looked up, he saw the lights in your apartment were still on, signalling that you hadn’t quite gone to bed just yet. With his last hope of an excuse entirely extinguished, he got out of his car and stood at your front door for a few moments. Luckily, since you lived on the second floor, he got a minute to breathe before you saw him lingering at the door and freaked out about a stranger. So he took a chance, breathed, and did his special knock.

You had been wallowing in self-pity all night, watching your favorite romcoms and snacking on your favorite chips and dip combo. Anything to try and forget about the realization that you were in love with Eddie. It was the worst possible timing, really. After all, he’d been hopelessly single for so long. You had to realize the day he wanted to ask his longtime crush on a date? You spent a long while beating yourself up about that, but eventually accepted your fate and tried to think about literally anything else. Hence, movies and snacks. You’d even tried to pick up a book at one point, but you realized that even that had a romantic plot, and ended up throwing it onto your bed and returning to the movies. At least romantic comedies had comedy. You’d even cried during one of your all-time favorites, which was infuriating - you could hear Eddie’s teasing voice in your head about how crying over a dumb boy was so not metal. If only he knew. So naturally, when his signature knock came from your front door, you were puzzled.

You descended the stairs to the front door with your brows drawn together in confusion, opening the door in your pjs - soft pajama pants and a hellfire t-shirt you’d stolen from Eddie years prior. He was standing there, hands stuffed in his pockets as he stared at the apartment number next to your door. “Uh… hi? Shouldn’t you be on your date right now?” You asked, but opened the door further for him to enter. He shrugged and toed his boots off before heading up the stairs, leaving you to lock up behind him and follow - more confused than ever. “Eddie, is everything okay?”

He fell onto your couch and pulled the bowl of chips onto his lap, putting a chip in his mouth just to avoid answering the question. But you were too stubborn, standing in front of him with your hands on your hips. “Edward. What the hell?” He finally looked up at you with his big brown eyes at that, and had the decency to look a little shy.

“‘M not in love with Chris,” he mumbled with his mouth full. You didn’t quite understand (or, you thought you didn’t) so you made a face at him, and he waited until his mouth was no longer full to repeat “I’m not in love with Chris. She’s- great. But I’m not in love with her.”

Your self-pity melted away for a moment at his ridiculousness, “Eddie, you’ve been on one date. You’re not necessarily going to fall in love over burgers, dude.” You looked at him like he was only slightly insane, which he appreciated.

“Yeah, no, I know that,” he tugged at a strand of his hair. “I know that. I just… I am in love, y’know? Just- not with Chrissy.” And if that doesn’t confuse you even further. Your chest tightens for a moment, but he’s not making any sense, and you really just need him to stop being so cryptic.

“Honestly, Ed, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Can you please just tell me what’s going on?” You sat next to him, facing him with your legs criss-cross. He refused to turn and face you, just setting the bowl of chips on the coffee table and staring down at his lap, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans. You stared at him expectantly for a moment, and when he stayed quiet, you lightly punched his arm. “Speak, nerd.”

“Hey,” he finally pouted at you, rubbing his arm as if you’d punched him much harder. “I dunno! Chrissy had some enlightening shit to tell me. Apparently she knows me better than I thought she did. Actually, better than I know me. Which was super weird, by the way. I didn’t like feeling so exposed. But uh… She just opened my eyes. Turns out, I’ve been in love with someone for, like, a stupid long time.” When he stopped there, you almost punched him again, for leaving you on such a cliffhanger. He put his hands up in defense when he noticed. “Hey! Okay! I’m talking!”

He took a deep breath, “so, you won’t totally hate me for this, will you?” He felt he had to ask, and you made another face at him.

“I mean, depends on who you’re in love with. If you have really bad taste, then yeah. I might,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood a bit. He gave you his most unimpressed stare and rolled his eyes, before tugging at his hair again, a nervous habit you found annoyingly cute.

“Uh- well. You, actually,” he said simply, with a nervous, almost self-deprecating chuckle. You blinked at him for a moment.

“I’m sorry, me? Me what?” You asked, the possibility simply not computing in your mind.

“You. I’m in love with you. Apparently been in love with you for awhile. Just didn’t notice because my head was too far up my own ass,” he said, finally meeting your eyes again, this time looking more sincere than he had in awhile. But you were skeptical, and afraid of having your feelings hurt.

“Eddie, where is this coming from? You’ve always had feelings for Chrissy. It was like, a fact, at this point. The sky is blue, the grass is green, and Eddie Munson has a crush on Chrissy Cunningham. You don’t like me, you never have. Not- like that,” you told him, a little insecure. He didn’t really seem to have an answer except to lean over and kiss your cheek, his own cheeks bright red. Your eyes went wide and you stared at him for a moment, fighting your own thoughts. You stared at each other, equally wide-eyed, until you finally blurted out “I’m in love with you too. And it’s so weird because I never knew I felt this way until yesterday, and I finally understood why it irked me so much when you wouldn’t shut up about Chrissy.”

The admission caught you both off guard, and neither of you really knew how to respond. Eddie let out a curse under his breath before leaning in and capturing your lips in a hasty kiss, just quick and short but enough to have both of your hearts racing. You let out a squeak, and just stared at him again, before throwing your arms around him to hug him close, enjoying the smell of his shampoo, and his good cologne. You had no idea where this would take you, or if it would last. All you knew was that as long as he was there, you’d be just fine. As it turned out, Eddie Munson does not like Chrissy Cunningham. At least, not in the way he thought he did. He liked her as a friend, sure. But his real feelings could be found around the one person who’d been by his side since his first day of his music history class at the local community college. The girl whose nerd matched his, the girl who never needed him to be anything except what he was. A girl to whom he wasn’t too much, or not enough. Instead, he was just enough. Just loud enough, just obnoxious enough, just bossy enough, just funny enough, just clingy enough, just affectionate enough. And now that he had her for real, he would never ever let go.

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alvaroz-starrs · 2 years ago

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(THIS IS OUTDATED AND IM NOT PROUD OF IT BUT IM LEAVING IT HERR SO YOU CAN READ IT IF YOU WANT, ITS HISTORY NOW.may 11 2024)

FAN FICTION

How they met

(Kinda Byortis?)

(Note/contents: Mentions of abuse, oppression, swearing, and sad children. This explains how I think they met, they are all kids when this happens)

The sound of shattering glass alone was almost too much to handle. Byron ran in his room, and locked the door.

Fucking Christ! What's his problem?!

Byron cracked open the window, wondering if even leaving for a moment would be worth it.

.. He'd rather be lost in this dumb park, than be frightened for his life because of that piece of shit. He quickly grabbed his satchel and put in what he'd thought he should take. Notepad for writing and drawing, pencils and pens, and a couple of dollars in case he wanted to buy something. And that should be it-

He looked at his night stand and saw the pocket knife he was given by his sister. You never know when you might need it.

He slowly opened the window, grabbed his satchel, put the knife in his pocket, and hopped out. He slid the window down, not fully closing it, but just enough so bugs wouldn't get in.

He ran down the street, heading into the center of Starr Park. Maybe all the people there will be a good distraction.

But no matter how much he reasoned with himself, he couldn't help but feel the slightest bit of guilt.

…

Byron slowed down and caught his breath, he might look suspicious if he kept running. He looked around and decided to treat himself. "..I'm surrounded by food and merchandise anyway, why not?"

He stepped over toward a little candy shop. God's, it's so bright in here.. they definitely want kids to buy as much as they can. The walls were covered with paintings of all kinds of candies.

I'll just pay and go as quickly as possible. So obnoxious here.

Byron grabbed some chocolates off the shelf, and went to pay at the register.

"Where are you parents, son?" The candy-man seemed tired, he probably expected Byron to be just as loud and difficult as the children outside the little candy shop.

"..They're just outside near the fountain..waiting for me." He slid over a couple of dollars to the man. The man seemed too tired to give it much more thought, and slid the candy back towards Byron.

"Thanks." Byron quickly ran off, he went around the fountain just in case the man was watching. Once Byron was covered by the crowd, he headed to the alley.

A little dark, peaceful area. Nobody really went there. It wasn't nearly as bright as the rest of the park, the most colorful thing in the alley was the occasional poster.

Byron sat down behind a wall near a box, away from any people. Talking to that candy-man alone was too much interaction for him.

"Finally.." Byron sighed out. He had a break from his Dad. A break from the awkward stares of people. And he had the whole alley to himself. Just him, and his chocolates.

As Byron unwrapped and ate his chocolate, he heard something. Sounded like someone…hiding? Not only that, but the noise was so close. As Byron opened his mouth to call out to anyone there, a voice interrupted him. A voice with a lisp, a..young voice?..

"Whatcha eatin-"

"AHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK"

"ahhhhh!"

"AHHHHHHHH!"

"Ahhhhh! Heh! Hahaha! What are you so scared of?" The boy was laughing, it seemed like he intentionally joined Byron in on the screaming.

"YOU!" Byron snapped out, he fumbled back a little. The strange boy walked towards Byron, and stood across from him. After Byron took a closer look at him, he was even stranger than he thought.

He wore a black hoodie, with little bat wings sticking out on the side of the hood's head. Odd choice in the middle of summer. He also wore long, dark, baggy pants. The boy had very pale pink skin, and had sharp little fangs sticking out. (Is that why he had a lisp?)

Is he a fucking vampire?! No no no no no! I-it must just be the darkness. He probably just has an overbite.. and he's probably just pale!

"Hi! I'm Mortis! You?" Mortis stuck his hand out, waiting for Byron to introduce himself.

"..Byron," He stood up and shook his hand. This 'Mortis' was just as old as him, maybe slightly older?

"If I may be so bold…why do you have fangs..?"

"Hah…!.haha…. no need to speak like we're in the eighteen hundreds, you sound like my parents-! B-BECAUSE THEY-THEY'RE REALLY POLITE." Mortis looked..scared?

"..You didn't answer my question.." Byron thought he was deflecting.

"Sorry! What was it again? I was too focused on your grammar!"

"WHY DO YOU HAVE FANGS????" Byron hadn't yelled, but he said it clearly and slowly. No more side tracking now.

"It-it's just an overbite! I..really need braces..?"

What a bad lier. Byron thought more and more how Mortis looked just like a vampire. What about his ears?

"What's with the hood?" Byron crossed his arms and stared intently.

".. Uh- I'm.. cold?"

"Yeah, your hands certainly were."

"Hey- how about we talk for a while?"

"Fine. But I'm not moving from this spot." Byron sat back down near his original spot.

"Okay! Then I won't move-" Mortis sat down close to Byron. "-with you!" Mortis had a genuine grin on his face, Byron could see his fangs even more closely.

"..So!.." Mortis sat on his knees, he patted his legs with his hands like drums. "What's your favorite thing to do?"

"To eat chocolate in peace and quiet." Byron's head nearly rested on his knees, his arms were wrapped around his legs, and he was slouched over.

"Cool! I like walking in the alleys, away from people, and the scorching sun. Sometimes I get lost in my thoughts.. Soooo I'm glad you're here!" His eyes pierced into Byron like broken glass. How can one be so cheerful?

Byron looked away. He didn't want to leave, but he didn't want Mortis to look at him. It's as if his very joy was a weapon.

"-!"

"Hey, are you okay? You seem to be thinking about, a lot right now.." Mortis placed his hand on Byron's shoulder. He flinched.

"Don't touch me!"

"Why do you even care, VAMPIRE?" Byron took out his pocket knife, and pointed at Mortis.

Mortis jumped up shaking, he looked around all possible corners checking for any eavesdroppers.

"SHHHH! Keep your voice down!" Mortis spat out in a panicked whisper.

"Why should I? You'll just drink my blood anyway!" Byron was scared, but kept his knife pointed.

"That's a myth." Mortis seemed suddenly calm.

"Wha-?"

"It was made by vampire hunters to make us seem like a threat. The only blood I drink is from cows, pigs, sheep, and chickens. Not humans."

"A-and why should I believe you?" Byron's beliefs on others started to crack faster than glass.

"Personally, drinking blood from another sentient being makes me feel gross. Gross as a person, I mean." Mortis sat down with his legs crossed. He seemed a lot more calm now.

"You probably have some weird curses from the eighteen hundreds! Hell, you're probably a thousand years old!"

"I'm thirteen. Also, lower that knife. You're all hat no cattle."

Byron put away his pocket knife, maybe he's right…

".. Show me your ears..!" Byron wanted his last bit of proof that Mortis was a vampire. He couldn't accept it. Was he dreaming? No way a vampire could actually think like this! Right..?

"Okay, okay! Just cover me if someone else comes!" Mortis slowly took off his hood. His hair was frizzy, a bright shade of purple.

His ears were pointed. Just as Byron refused to believe. How was he still shocked?

"Shit.. You've got long ears.."

"Just insult me, I guess."

Byron reached his hand out, trying to study the structure of his ears.

"Hey, you okay?" Mortis pushed Byron back,

"Yeah-yeah. Sorry." He scratched his head. "I guess I was just in denial."

"Oh… hey uh-" Mortis sat next to him.

"I have two questions.."

"What is it, vamp?"

"I have a name, use it dork."

"Alright Motorhead. What's your question?"

"One… Can you keep me, being a vampire… a secret?"

"Sure, but you suck at hiding it. Your fangs stick right out."

"Ah, thanks for telling me!.." "And two, why are you here?"

Byron shivered, "What do you mean?"

"Where are your parents? You're here all by yourself?" Mortis had concern seeping through his voice.

"I-.....I could ask the same for you!" Byron felt defensive. He barely knew Mortis, and he's already prying into his personal life? "Why are you here?"

"I don't want to get sun burnt. Plus, if I get in danger I can just fly away."

"Right, I should've thought of that, mosquito.."

"Hey, I just wanted to make sure you were okay!" Mortis got closer.

"Fine. You want to pry so bad? I ran from my dad. Just to get a moment of fresh air and silence! I'M SICK OF HIS SHIT! I'M SICK OF HIS DUMB ALCOHOL PROBLEM! S-sick of the dumb broke-en glass..!. Sick of him… I-I'm so tired.."

Byron started to cry. His words broke. He sobbed.

Mortis hugged him, he didn't know what else to do- so he hugged him.

"I'm so sorry. It'll be okay, at least one day, I swear.."

…

They stayed there for what felt like forever. Byron sobbed, Mortis did his best to comfort him, he even took him back to the candy shop, to the candy man's dismay.

Byron and Mortis munched on candy while they talked.

"So, same time next week?" Mortis asked, he sat right next to Byron, being there if any support was needed.

"How are you so comfortable with me? I literally tried to kill you." Byron asked that genuinely.

"I haven't really gotten many…friends… This is kinda new to me. And, I forgive you."

"Oh, okay.." Byron didn't have many friends either, even before he moved away from England. "Also, I don't have a watch on me." Byron crumpled up the candy wrappers, and threw them in a nearby trash can.

"I do! I have another one at home! Take mine," Mortis took Byron's palm, and put a watch in his hand.

"Yeah, sure. I like the sound of that.. Promise you'll be here?"

"I promise, Byron."

(FIN. God that was a long angsty one.)

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eusuntgratie · 4 years ago

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Nobody knows about Dylan's secret Instagram account. bilinski420 is anonymous with a generic Stiles headshot he found on his phone as its profile pic and a blank bio. He doodles around on Instagram, checking up on what everyone's doing, following a few fan pages, seeing what the latest rumours are, actively liking everything Taylor Swift has ever posted, and oh -

Well, there's Hoechlin.

For a man who doesn't post much content of himself, there sure is more than enough being posted about him. Dylan's feed is a mess of Swiftie conspiracy theories and his former co-star, in various states of undress and with various degrees of chest hair.

It's been ten years and Dylan still feels like that awkward nineteen year old who looked at Hoechlin and wanted.

He still wants, is the thing. A teenage crush it may have been, but it's matured like fine wine, into something shockingly undeniable.

He double taps another post to like it and scrolls down.

And nearly swallows his tongue.

He's used to Hoechlin's chest, the ridiculous muscles and the way they'd grease him up for Teen Wolf, but they'd always made him wax, at least until season four and they'd barely shared any scenes so it wasn't like Dylan had been able to just... perve on the scenery.

But this is a... gym selfie? A shirtless gym selfie. And indecently short shorts. Hoechlin's smiling like he's proud of himself, and damn right, he should be, because - guh.

Dylan doesn't reply to posts. He likes them and moves on. But. But - oh, what the hell, he's anonymous and he's only human.

bilinkski420 commented SIR.

He doesn't think anything more of it as he closes out of the app (not before screenshotting it, not that the fans will ever let that post disappear from memory). He gets off in the shower to thoughts of running fingers through coarse black chest hair, rubbing his cheek against wiry thighs and - and it's fine, it's fine. Maybe he needs to get laid, but it's fine.

He goes to bed, and really, that should be the end of it.

Spoiler alert: it's not.

His phone pings at some god awful hour which can only mean disaster. He groans and reaches for it and blinking bleary eyes tries to unlock it.

He has a WhatsApp message from Hoechlin.

Fuck. Okay, they do talk, but mostly in the group chat. Their last private conversation is dated three months ago.

Hoech: I saw you liked my post.

Dylan's stomach does something he didn't know it could do, sort of flips and sinks in on itself all at once.

He hates whoever came up with the idea for read receipts, and then sees Hoechlin's typing again.

Hoech: I liked the comment you left too.

Which - this has to be a cruel prank. Dylan stares at his phone. Then stares at it some more. Hoechlin is still online, waiting. Dylan doesn't dare tap out a single message.

An image comes through.

It's Hoechlin sprawled out on his bed, wearing nothing but his stupid I'm-very-manly-I-workout underwear, which just makes his thighs look obscene, actually, and Hoechlin's looking at the camera like he's looking into Dylan's soul and oh god.

Hoech: Yeah?

Dylan bites his bottom lip. Yeah, he types back hesitantly, and sends it.

A video call starts ringing through. He answers, still half asleep, adrenaline and excitement warring inside of him.

Hoechlin's face pops up at a slightly awkward angle and he's so him that Dylan can't help but smile. He's terrified, but Hoechlin puts him at ease. That smile. It could launch a thousand ships.

"Hey Dyl," Hoechlin says. "Sorry, I forgot it was early for you."

"It's okay," Dylan says. "How - how did you know?"

He needs to know. Hoechlin's beautiful and smart and funny, but he's not like, a detective, right? There's no way he could have known one anonymous account was Dylan.

"MTV never released the photo you're using as your profile pic. You asked for it. Said it made your nose look cute, which, it does. But it's not on Google. Everything's on Google, Dyl, but not that. It's okay," Hoechlin says, eyes scanning Dylan's face, looking for what? Hurt? Anger? Fear? "It's really okay. I'm not upset. Kinda flattered. Kinda wondering - been wondering for a while, actually. Whether you meant it. The likes, and then - well," Hoechlin chuckles. "Your comment. Felt kinda like maybe you had some feelings about the photo."

"I did, I mean, I do," Dylan says. "God, I do." He closes his eyes, and then opens them again. "If I was a fan, I'd be the kind of fan you should be crossing the street to avoid, and possibly calling the cops too. I'm pretty obsessed with you. Hoech, you're - you know. You have to know. Don't make me spell out how perfect you are this early in the morning. I'm compromised."

"I'm compromised too," Hoechlin says, and Dylan tries to breathe. It feels like his lungs are too tight. "Been trying to get you out of my head for years. Thought I could get it out of my system, but I can't. You're in there. Want to touch you. Just - think about it sometimes and don't know why we never tried that. Seems like we should have."

"You wanted that? Want that?" Dylan whispers. Hoechlin tilts his head. God, he's so perfect.

"Really do," Hoechlin replies.

"Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me," Dylan says. "How quick can you get on a plane?"

"Not quick enough, but I could make it work, if you wanted me to," Hoechlin says.

"Please," Dylan isn't above begging, so he begs.

"Please?" Hoechlin teases.

"Please, sir," Dylan says, and watches Hoechlin's eyes go dark even through the shitty resolution of the camera.

"I'll look at flights," Hoechlin says.

"Okay," Dylan says, disbelieving.

"Means I need to hang up the call now though," Hoechlin points out. He absently runs a hand up his chest and Dylan follows the movement.

"Is this real?" Dylan asks, and Hoechlin chuckles, face going all squinty and adorable.

"Yeah, baby, I think it is," Hoechlin says.

"You should go - flights, and that."

"See you soon," Hoechlin says, and the screen goes back to their conversation. Dylan, ridiculously, misses him.

Twenty minutes later, Hoechlin sends through a screenshot of a ticket confirmation. It leaves in an hour.

This is real.

Dylan can't quite believe it.

His phone shows a notification that Hoechlin has added a new Instagram story. He taps through to it.

It's just text, white on a blue background:

Ever think you're about to have a really good day?

Dylan smiles, and taps out a reply.

Yeah.

It gets marked as read.

(And yeah, he has a really, really good day.)

🥰😍🥰😍🥰😍

this is?!? So wonderful? The chest hair thirst? GYM SELFIE?!? THIGH THIRST? so much thirst but so sweet? Ahhhhhhhh

THANK YOU HOBRIEN ANON 💜💜💜

#what a lovely surprise to come home to 🥰#hobrien anon #hobrien #all i want for xmas is hoechlin gym content #and/or sweaty gym selfies #I LOVE THIS #long post

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