#I'd like to say more about Lucas' side here but I don't trust my own words enough to describe him..

[okiroash]

Thinking about how, Red is considered one of the strongest trainer in his world, people depend on him, he goes alone (because nobody else would)

but when it comes to smash bros.. he's... definitely someone who shouldn't be in the middle of a battle field, being unable to defend himself (at best is swiftly dodging incoming attacks.. gameplay-wise, they would just put him behind a barrier..) if you think about it.. he was in a pretty risky spot with only having squirtle in the team. Having his position switched from "He's strong, he can handle it" to "Frail compared to the rest of the cast" due to the differences of both worlds' situation is.. kind of fascinating ?? From where he came from people hailed him as a legend, to this world- he is simply a nameless boy with powerful magical animals.. (and the thing is, that's what he is)

now, It would be a great idea if he has someone else to team with.. (not that he can't be on his own, it's simply too dangerous) what Red first did was waving goodbye at Lucas immediately after the battle's over..... LOL it was so quick.. like he really didn't plan to stay any longer he's used to traveling with no other human companion, so the thought to stick with another doesn't come across.. (he have accomplished many things already together with just his pokemon, so why? people never offered to accompany him either, even then he prefer to do things alone.. it's what he's familiar with)

Lucas asking if he could come with him was sweet.. after all they're both looking for someone too (Ness, Ivysaur and Charizard !!)

and they both work together SO well. to be able to bond over so many things.., quiet people with a love and understanding for animals, a past experience with fighting a dangerous organization (THAT. BY THE WAY. has also experimented on living beings), having a neglectful dad, the loneliness that comes from being different than everyone else, being put up with so much responsibilities while still being!! kids!!

you have to wonder, what are the chances of meeting someone you understand so well and they too, understand you as much? in a whole different world

traversing tricky planes as foes tries to get them, beating the shit out of Wario 💥💥 THE!! Galleom fight!! Lucas hugging Red close to him as they fall to their supposed doom… none of these could be achieved if they don't got each other's back!!

AND GOD. THE HANDSHAKEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (THE PARALLEL WITH RED LAYING A COMFORTING HAND ON LUCAS' SHOULDER IN THE FIRST MEETING AND AT THE END ITS LUCAS WHO STRETCHED A HAND TOWARDS HIM............)

Red shook his hand!!! For once, and after years of isolation, he has someone that he can truly rely, that he can depend on !! 😭😭

[cottoncandytomu]

Omg you got me obsessed with dark Abby too OML

Heheheehehe welcome to the darkside~

Dark! Abby Anderson x Reader up ahead 🫡🫡

NEW DARK! ABBY X F!READER HERE

BUT LISTEN Dark! Abby is EVERYTHING!!

(18+ Minors + Ageless Accounts (pls just put age in bio I beg) DO NOT INTERACT!! Cursing, Dark/Violent Themes ofc - also slight bullying towards Abby FOR THE PLOT I WOULD NEVERRRRR. If you call lightly skimming as proofreading then it was uhh semi- proofread )

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She is always finding a way to stick by your side, never letting you go on patrol alone because she can't trust anyone to watch over you the way she can. There was a time when they tried to put you on patrol with someone other than her and she may or may not have threatened a few people to get on that patrol as well.

"Abby! I didn't think you were on this patrol with me."

Your eyes lit up at the mere sight of her and she swore her heart stopped for a second, "Yeah, the other soldier couldn't make it so I took their place."

Abby's thoughts wandered as she remembered how she got to this point~

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Lucas was eagerly walking to start his patrol for the day, he got word that he was going to be on with a certain girl he's had his eye on ever since he recently joined the WLF. He was talking it up to a friend of his, George, on the way to the front.

"You'll never guess who they got me paired with." A sly grin forming on his face.

"You're right I wont, who the hell is it?"

"Remember the hot girl who's around the stadium?"

"That's helpful. C'mon man be more specific!" George complains.

Lucas rolls his eyes, "The one who always has that overly brolic woman watching over her like a freak."

"Oh~ I know exactly who you're talking about now, you're treading in some dangerous territory. Abby isn't one to be fucked with."

Lucas scoffs, "What would she really do anyway, plus she isn't on this patrol with her like she usually is."

"Fuck, that never usually happens, I'd say you're a lucky man but this is Abby we're talking about. I know you've heard the rumors." George shivers at the thought of crossing her path.

Lucas scoffs, "And that's exactly what they are, rumors."

"Good luck with that then, anyways I gotta go. See ya around!" George doesn't wait for Lucas to say his goodbyes and goes his own way. As he's walking down the side of the stadium he forcefully gets pulled into a secluded area.

"What the fuck?!" He yells ready to go after the person who grabbed him until he collides with a broad chest, looking up into the eyes of the aggressor his words get caught in his throat.

"Hello Lucas~" Abby smirks at him.

Lucas still in shock doesn't say anything else so Abby continues, "Nice conversation you just had, brolic was alright but I can assure you that freak doesn't cover half of it. Maybe I should educate you a bit on those rumors you seem to not be so familiar with."

Abby emerges from the secluded area, smoothing over her bright red knuckles she continues down to the armory to sign out for her newly found patrol. As she enters through the gate she sees you finishing you sign up.~

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Abby's thought is cut short when she feels your hand touch hers, electricity runs through her hand and up her arm, her eyes are instantly on yours.

"Are you okay Abby? You were dazed there for a second."

Abby lets out a soft smile at your concern towards her, she nods. "Just thinking, c'mon lets finish getting our gear and head out."

Abby takes your arm in hers leading the way.

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OKAY OKAY I MAY HAVE WROTE A LIL' TOO MUCH THAN I WANTED SKFHSDFJKH

There will definitely be more Dark! Abby coming so stay tuned my beauties~

As always thank you for reading and I got much more fics I'm working on, lets hope I don't overload myself ahahaaaaaa~

Feedback is always appreciated, BAII~

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[sofiiel]

Dial Tone Ch. 7 | Pick Up

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You're worn out both mentally and physically by the time you decided it was time to take a break. Relatively sure that you'd covered main street and downtown in the flyers.

Everyone in town is on edge, and no one seemed to wander about alone. For a moment, you swear you spotted a couple strolling down the street give your flyer a glance.

"Hey,"

The voice that called, and the hand that grasped your arm, caused you a mild fright. Your body jolts slightly while Axel peered around. "We need to get you out of here, like pronto." He said.

"Why? I still have to get the other side of the str-"

"Trust me, you've plastered enough of those flyers 'round here, missing one side of a street won't matter." Axel spoke quickly. "Every flyer counts." You snapped.

Axel grimaced, "yeah that's fine, but we're getting you out of here." he said, You watched him take up your bike and mount it. "Up on the handle bars." He said.

"I'm not sitting on the bars of my own bike." You muttered, with a flat unamused gaze you asked him, "What are you doing, and why?"

Axel rolled his eyes, "Kal heard the little douch prince was on the hunt for.... Louis? Luke? Something about a lie, and in turn - he's mad at you for following through with that lie yesterday." Axel said.

"Lucas?" You questioned, "Jason knows Lucas was a member of Hellfire now? H-how'd he?"

Axel scowled, "Does it look like I'd know details? We still need you to help us hunt down Henderson. So Kali sent help." He gave the handle bars a pat. "All aboard."

"I'm fine, Jason won't do anything." You reasoned. "Please, the guy's off his rocker." Axel scoffed. "Get off my bike, I have more flyers to post." You said, continuing to ignore him. Axel's brows raised, "You're not worried about a band of wannabe renegade town heroes seeking revenge?" He asked.

"I'm already living a nightmare, I helped send a girl to her death, and my boyf-" you sighed, it still wasn't settling in, "exboyfiend possibly right along with her, unless someone finds him. I don't wholly know if I want anyone else to find him because, I think everyone's already made up their mind. But to not find him would mean..." Your voice failed you as you swallowed back the words.

Axel's gaze slowly shifted away from you as he grimaced. A faint reflection of sadness in is eyes as he climbed off the Bike. "I get it." He sighed, holding the bike steady while you climbed on.

"Go on then," he sighed, but a smirk placed itself onto Axel's face. "Just don't go get yourself in trouble, It'll be my ass if we lose our way to tracking down Kal's sister." He said.

You gave Axel a faint nod, "sure." Axel took a few flyers from you, his head tilting as he examined Eddie's picture. With a chuckle, he turned the flyer around to show you. "It's a good picture." he said.

Your brow dipped down in question, "are you trying to be nice to me?" You asked. Axel scoffed, "No, I'm just tired to that pitiful look on your face, you're a bit of a buzzkill." Axel said. You watched him turn on his heel and walk away. "Don't say we didn't warn you when you run into princy!" He called back.

Eddie was quickly going stir-crazy, waiting for the others to return. Being alone in the quiet left time for worry and the quiet thoughts that used to be easy to push away.

"I wonder how the boys are doing through all of this." Eddie's mind wondered. I could picture Corroded Coffin playing in the garage and himself right along with them. He could also picture them sitting at the police station being grilled under some bright light in a dark room.

"No, think of something else." Eddie sighed, and his mind said, "gladly." but it was nothing short of a dirty trick as his memory carried him to a night in the back of his van. It was summer, but that's not why he was covered in sweat.

Eddie's breath hitched as he shook his head, your eyes cutting through a memory of a one-night stand. One of many he'd ventured into the previous year. Guilt fell into his stomach like a stone. Exhaling slowly, Eddie collapsed back onto the small sofa.

"If I get out of this shit, I'm going to clean up, Y/n. I promise, and I'm coming to you, babe. Brand fucking new." Eddie murmured. "Truth is, she/he wasn't the only one freaking out inside." Eddie thought. The slow close of high school felt like a ticking bomb, and he'd been running from it and everything that would pull him closer to it.

He could still see your face, He could see you talking to the stranger in front of your second job. Eddie felt ill just thinking about how he reacted. "It's something you would have done." He told himself. "Not Y/n."

"You've got to stop jumping from zero to nine thousand so fast." Eddie sighed.

Returning home, you're greeted by a note on the counter.

Hey kid, police wanted to ask more questions, going back to the trailer afterward to go pick up some things and wait it out. Who knows, maybe Eddie'll come home, maybe he's waiting at the door and no one's home. I'll be waiting a while. Just letting you know, so you won't panic and don't wait up. If you want, come on down and wait with me.

You frown slightly as you read through the note. "I should probably go down there and sit with him. He went back because he's hopeful. But I-" Your body shuddered.

"I can't set foot in there, not with things as they are." You gave a flat, bitter chuckle, "and it used to be home away from home."

With a frustrate groan, you pinch your nose and exhale, "but you need to be there for each other. Wayne's family." You told yourself. Setting down the note, you turn around to leave the house once again.

Ridding your bike up to the Munson home, your stomach sank. Your eyes quickly shifted between the cluster of people in pressed suits. Not only was the door marked in yellow tape, but it now included the windows.

The trunk of Wayne's slammed, his eyes trained on you and the growing panic on your face as you turned to him. "What happened?" You asked quickly, peddling toward him. "Easy," he lulled as if to calm you, but it went unheard.

"I-is that FBI?" You stammered. Wayne looked back toward the house, "uh..." Wayne couldn't bring himself to tell you yes. "Are you Ms/Mr. Y/ln?" A woman in a gray suit asked you. You turn to her stiffly, "yes."

"Mr. Munson tells us he will be staying with you while the investigation is ongoing. We will be providing your security detail around your home." The woman said.

Your face became lax as the warmth faded from your cheeks, "What?" You asked. "That's not necessary, I'll be just fine." you said.

"If FBI is patrolling my block, Eddie won't set foot near it." You thought, glancing at Wayne, who seemed to be thinking the very same thing. "I'm sorry, but it's in your best interest and the best interest of the investigation." said the woman.

You rubbed your eye in frustration, "fine, right. Whatever." you sighed.

"The Cunningham's are hosting a memorial service, The whole town's going. I'm going to be busy moving my things. I hate to ask, but, Would you go in my place?" Wayne asked you.

"I...why? They aren't going to do anything but tear Eddie apart there." You said.

"What's why one of us should be there. Show that those of us In his corner are just as sorry about what happened to that poor girl as everyone else." Wayne reasoned.

You give a quiet nod, "yes, of course." You force a smile onto your face, and Wayne gave a tired smile in return. "There is no way they're going to let me in there." You thought to yourself.

"Hello? Anyone?" Eddie called into the walkie, it'd been hours since he'd made his request of food and a six-pack to Nancy. The Spaghetti O's and hot dogs were enough to fill him up, but not enough to stop his nerves, to cut the edge.

Eddie had already tried to dig up Rick's secret stash, but couldn't find it. If the story was true and the man was really in prison, it would stand to reason the stash was gone too.

"Can I get an update? It's been hours, and I'm just a bit concerned." Eddie sang into the walkie. "You know, being left in the dark when crazy evil wizards are about."

"I mean, beggars and choosers, but a little communication would be-"

"Jesus, do you ever shut up, you're wasting battery life, man." Steve sighed through the other side. Eddie exhaled, "Nope." Eddie said simply, "and the battery life is fine. But Henderson on."

"We're, ugh, kind of busy, things have happened. We're working on getting you your stuff. It's just gonna be a while longer." said Steve.

Eddie folded his arms across his chest, holding the walkie close, he asked, "w-what things?" Eddie asked. Steve looked up at the towering Mansion outside the car. "uuuuhhh." he hummed.

"You're going to freak him out! Give it here!" Dustin hissed, snatching the walkie from Steve. "Um Y/n, right. Y/n's...ugh..." Dustin fumbled.

"On defense." Lucas called out.

"Y-yeah, she/he um...kind of attacked Jason Carver the other day. We've caught up with Lucas, and he saw the whole thing." Dustin said. "Gareth, Jeff and Nick are fine, by the way." Lucas shouted out.

Eddie blinked several times as he gazed at the walkie. "....that's the things?" He asked. "You Didn't tell her/him anything? Did you Henderson?" Eddie asked.

"No, of course not." Dustin said. Eddie exhaled, "Why?" Eddie asked.

"Because you threw a fit about us keeping everything quiet, what do you mean why?" Dustin asked. "No, I mean why did Y/n attack Carver?" Eddie said in a sigh. "Jesus, you're an idiot, sometimes, Henderson." He thought.

"He might have assaulted the guys, looking for you. Not sure why Y/n was there." Dustin said. "But there are like flyers of you everywhere." Robin said in a chuckle. "Like tens of them every fifteen feet around town." she said.

For a moment, a smile ticked onto Eddie's face. "You might need to say something to the girl/guy before she/he starts burning down buildings to send a smoke signal for you." Steve said in a dry snicker.

Eddie could feel a fluttering in his chest, "My uncle should be able to keep Y/n simmered down." he said, trying to shake the giddy hopefulness nestling inside. "I'm with Steve, You should let us reach out for you. At least tell her/him, you're alright. It's taking a toll, bring back old memories, Y/n's...terrified beyond the front she/he's putting up." Nancy chimed in.

Biting his lip, Eddie fell silent. Lucas spoke up, "I think it's better she/he doesn't know. How could anyone explain this? Y/n would dive right in and probably drag as many people in with her/him. Jeff, Gareth, Nick, Wayne - anyone she/he could. Thinking it was helpful, but-"

Max gave a nod and interrupted Lucas, "It would do more harm than good, put more lives at risk. And with what we found out about Vecna..." She murmured, her eyes wandered across the group crammed into the car.

Nancy exhaled, "Y/n's got enough past trauma to be a target. I...didn't think about that." she said quietly.

Eddie felt pins and needles in his fingers and toes, "exactly why, I said it's a bad idea. I know how she/he is. I know full damn well, Y/n's likely at wits end. It's just who she/he is. But...this is better." Eddie said. In his ears rung the horrifying sounds of bones snapping, it was enough to bring water to Eddie's eyes as he pawed away the few stray tears threatening to fall.

It was impossible to unsee Chrissy's face, the rolled back eyes, dead eyes and then, no eyes. Empty sockets bleeding as if sobbing, She never made a sound, but it looked agonizing. Watching was agonizing, and so was the memory.

Eddie clenched his fist, "Y/n wouldn't let me three inches near anything as screwed up as all of this." Eddie sighed, "So now, I need to do the same for her/him."

Eddie glanced off, "I'll leave you guys to it. Just please, six-pack. Need it, like....yesterday. At this point." Eddie murmured.

The group in the car glanced at each other, each with sympathy on their face, as they listened to the dejected strain in his voice. "um, is there anything else you need?" Dustin asked gently. Eddie lingered quietly on the other end, saying with a shake of his head, "no, man. I'm good on just that and the food." He said.

"You sure?" Robin asked. "Positive, now get going with whatever." Eddie urged before turning off the walkie.

After changing clothing into something a bit more somber, You made your way to Chrissy's memorial service. Only to be faced with a few members of the basketball team at the church doors.

"Look, I'm only here to give my condolences, and Wayne Munson sent me to give his as well. He's currently hold up with things involving the murder investigation." You explained.

"You mean he's busy hiding the freak. Chrissy wouldn't want you here." called Chance.

A thin, sour smirk stretch across Andy's face as he peered down at you from the steps. "You should be thanking us, If Jason knew you'd had the brass to show up here." Andy said.

Your eyes narrow, "I know what it's like to lose people, stooges. I am here just to pay respects." You said, battling your inner thoughts to keep calm.

"Great, well do it from out here. Come on Chance." Andy said, turning and entering the church.

"Shit." You sighed, watching the boys vanish through large church doors. "Oh well," you muttered, reaching into your messenger bag. "At least I wore comfortable shoes, time to get a few more of these up around town."

"Harvey, I put up one in the bathrooms, and up in the shop!" You called exiting the auto store portion of Thatcher's. Entering the garage, as you looked towards Harvey, you spotted him and your co-worker working on the totaled white van.

Leaning casually against the wall was Axel, while Kali and Mick sat on the hood of the rust bucket Harvey lent them.

Both girls looked at you with slight worry in their eyes as you were draped head to toe in black, while Axel whistled with a grin. "Looking fancy there, brat." he called.

"Shut up Axel." Mick scolded, "Is everything," Kali paused, "You're dressed for a funeral, your friend did they find him?" She asked with caution. You looked down at yourself, "I-"

"She/he'd be bawling over the grave like a bad soap opera." Axel said, gesturing to you with his arms. You scowled, "Thanks for the concern." you barked at him before turning your attention to Kali and Mick.

"I went to the memorial of the girl who died. Eddie's still...out there. I just got rejected at the church doors and figured I'd spread some more flyers about before getting out of these clothes." You explained.

Kali gave a nod, "well when Harvey gets the van fixed we're leaving. It seems this Dustin is harder to find than any of us thought." She sighed. "I'm sorry," You said, "But thank you for what help you've given me, I wish I could make it up to you better."

Kali blinked a few times, "We understand what you're going through. I hope your friend is ok." She said. Her face was clearly trying to mask pain that her eyes just couldn't hide. It was something like the look that Axel held earlier.

Your eyes wander to him as he focused on a screw he rolled about with his boot. "I wonder what happened to them." You find yourself thinking, glancing at the bullet riddled van.

With more flyers up and feet aching, you return home. Quietly closing the door behind you and locking it tight. "Wayne's probably gone to work by now." You sighed, your feet carrying you to your bedroom with great protest.

Looking at your phone, your eyes light up, and your heart gives a hard thump. Blinking brightly was the little red voicemail light. The air rushes into your lungs, filling them up. In your hurry to reach the phone, you nearly fall over the random articles of clothing and slip on flyers laying on the floor. Your room is a mess.

Clutching the phone so tightly the skin on your knuckles stretches and burns, you go into your messages. "You have one, Voice mail." said the automated woman.

"Where are you at!"

Hearing Samantha's voice knocked the wind out of you. Your body deflating like a hot air balloon without a flame. Closing your eyes, you sigh as you fight off the tears that want to well. "Stupid." you think to yourself.

"I've been trying to call you all evening, to warn you. I overheard Jason and his boys at the funeral. Y/n he knows about Reefer Rick's cabin, he and guys went there-"

You don't have it in you to listen. You didn't want to hear more about Jason's rampage, and in your high hopes had broken your own heart. You saved the message, "I'll listen to it later." You murmur, laying down on your bed. A few tears slip loose as you nestle your head against your arm and let the mental drain take hold.

Your eyes become heavy as they watch the phone. Mustering the last bits of energy you had, you reached out and hit speed dial. No answer, but you weren't expecting one, it was just the need to hear him. "Hey, I know I already called. But, I just wanted to let you know, Wayne and I tried to show up to Chrissy's funeral for you. They wouldn't let me in. They're the Cunningham's, though so, it was probably really nice. Looked like half the town showed up."

Your words hitched as you drew your teeth out of your bottom lip. " I know I didn't technically officially go because I never went in, but," with a trembled breath, your voice fell into a whisper, "Please, please don't make me go to another funeral." you pled. Sleep took you the moment the words faded.

Several hours later, you awoke to a constant banging at your front door. "Shit, hold on." You shouted groggily, "better not be Carver." you whispered.

Opening the front door, you were faced with two frantic faces. "Pj? Sam?" you questioned. "Why haven't you been answering your phone?" Samantha asked.

"I...fell asleep, and I was out posting flyers all day." You explained, "Wh-why are you looking like that?"

"Jason and the guys were looking around Rick's place. Pj and I were headed back home from coin laundry and saw sirens headed towards the lake." Samantha said.

Grabbing the keys from the hook, you rush out the door and lock it behind you. "Can you take me there?" you asked, turning to Pj. "What's why we're here." He said, leading the way to the car.

Pj parked away from the police cars in the shadows of the woods. The three of you raced towards the old lake house, red and blue lights flooded the area. Your heart sank as you spotted officer Daniels and Chief Powell standing near Jason, who sat near the banks of the lake.

In an instant you could remember cradling Fred in the middle of the road, the horror of what you were looking at, and how the twisted bones felt in your arms. "You didn't know the kid personally." You thought, "who's Jason holding?" was the question in your mind.

Carefully walking towards them, Pj and Samantha following behind you. Powell and Daniels turn quickly as you startle them. "You kids shouldn't be out here." said Powell.

"We saw the lights," Pj muttered, Your eye eyes fell on Jason as he looked out upon the lake with a blank gaze and red eyes. "Jason?" You asked carefully, easing down to kneel before him. A nausea fills your stomach again as you fail to ignore Patrick's contorted body.

Your hand reaches out to Jason, who flinched, "don't touch me!" He cried out. "Alright," You whisper, drawing your hand back. "What happened?" You asked him, "did you....did you find-"

Jason glared at you for a moment, and then his gaze wavered. "Maybe she/he doesn't know." he thought. "You need to stop looking for him." Jason warned.

"H-he did this, he did, I know it, I saw. It's all real, the cult. It's why you got out, isn't it? It's why you left." Jason rambled.

"He's lost it," You think, glancing back to your two friends and the police. Jason's arm shot out towards you, gripping the fabric on your shoulder. "You have to stop looking, or you might end up," Jason looked down at Patrick.

Your body gave a shudder as your gaze hardened, "I don't care. Jason, listen. You saw him? You saw him, right? Did, did this happen to him too, or did he get away?" You asked.

"He did it!" Jason shouted at you.

You ignore him and ask again, "which way did he go?" you whispered. Jason simply s hook his head.

"Alright, leave him be and let us do our jobs. You kids shouldn't be here. Go home. Every time someone meddles, we end up with another body." Powell said.

You got to your feet and with Pj and Samantha head back for the car. "Wait we're leaving?" Pj asked. "No, I'm not. I'm going to search the area." You said in hushed tones, leading your friends back to the car.

"You two however, yeah, you're leaving." You said.

"What? We can't leave you out here." Samantha protested.

"One of us will be harder to spot than three of us. The cops will be crawling around this place with dogs and shit soon. Jason saw Eddie, he's somewhere out here. If I stay, I can probably find him." As you spoke, your heart thundered in your chest. "He's alive, at least." You mind sighed.

"Eddie!" You shouted through the trees, your wandering had taken you far from the lake, but the search team had yet to move so far themselves.

"Eddie! If you're out here! Throw something or...something!"

Dropping your hands away from your mouth, you sighed. "Come on, you're fast, but you aren't this fast, you have to be around somewhere." You whispered.

"Eddie!"

He could hear a voice calling at a distance. Soaked to the bone, Eddie quickly hide behind a tree. "Oh, you're kidding," He exhaled quietly. It took more will power than he could have imagined not to run towards the sound of your voice. "Don't panic, just move quietly, and she'll/he'll never know you're out here." Eddie told himself as he moved quietly through the trees.

"Eddie? Come on, let me help you!" You called out. "He feels close, or maybe I'm just being too hopeful." You murmured.

"Damn it Munson!" You snapped.

Eddie could hear the crack in your voice, and he paused in his steps. His eyes shut tight. "No, keep moving." he told himself, but his feet were rooted to the spot. Eddie exhaled slowly. "Come on, come on. Think of what you just saw, again." he said, "you need to move, you need to move." Eddie continued the quiet pep talk as he tried to evade you.

It was working. But the farther your voice got, the deeper the guilt sank in. "Fuck, I'm sorry. Y/n, I really am." he whispered.

"Eddie!" your voice echoed behind him. "Shit, shit, shit." Eddie whispered, moving faster and vanishing into the night.

Morning broke the sky, tired and near delirious, you made your way back to the lake house. You'd suffer a lecture from chief Powell, but there was no way your legs would carry you all the way back to your home, or even the nearest payphone.

Coming up to the house, a large crowd had formed, curious towns people and media circling like pigeons around popcorn. Cameras flashed and shuttered, taking snaps of Powell as he addressed the news.

"We have identified the person of interest," said Powell. "No," you breathed with a shake of your head as you watched Powell lift high a black and white print out. "Eddie Munson, if anyone has any information, we encourage them to come forward, please." He said.

Quietly, you pushed your way through the small crowd of people. "Chief Powell!" You called out. "We told you to go home," He said, trying to remain calm before the cameras. "He didn't do this." You whispered. "We have a witness who says otherwise, he's just a person of interest." Powell tried to diffuse you.

"Which to the lame man means 'the killer' and your witness is half mad!" You shouted, whirling on your heel you turned to the nearest camera. "Listen, please, listen." You said into it. Many other reporters crowded around out, microphones shoved at your face.

"I know Eddie Munson, I've known him nearly all my life. He wouldn't do this. He couldn't do this. It's more likely that he's a victim too, held hostage or...or something. If he was involved, it could only be that he was forced to. It happens all the time to captive of serial killers." You ranted quickly, words flying.

"We need to get Y/n out of there." said Max. Nancy quietly shook her head, "no, she/he is providing a perfect distraction." she said. "Nance, is right, we need to move while we can. If she'd tied them up, they've got less time to focus on hunting down Eddie." Dustin said.

"You need to go home, Y/n." Powell said sternly. "I can't! You've damned him to the whole town. Eddie's missing, and I'm going to keep looking! I'm going to find him, before someone else does, and before he ends up like Chrissy, Patrick and Fred!" You shout, whirling around and storming through the crowd.

Heading towards the road, you spot a familiar rusted car idling near the side of the road. Two faces watching you as their radio blared with the live news coverage.

"Sounds like you need a bit of help." said Axel.

"Kali sent you?" You exhaled. Mick shrugged, "we sent us." she said. "Get in, where do you need to go?" Axel said while opening the back seat door. You are quick to sit inside.

"Home, I need to get back to Wayne. I'm sure he's seen the news. He'll know what we should do." You said.

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A/n: sorry, my silly self marked this as mature out of habit. it's sfw no worries. fixed the community label. sorry about that folks.

[minhoslut]

♡ summary: Reader is traded to a band of pirates in return for the safety of her village because of her plant magic. They are not like she expected, much more like her than she could even imagine in fact. This is a journey through their relationships and the high seas they sail on.

♡ pairing: superm x fem!reader, superm x eachother

♡ chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | ? |

♡ series warnings: blood mention, injury mention, swearing, anxiety, death mention, depression, weapons, mxm

♡ series genre: romance, smut, angst

♡ series rating: Mature

♡ word count: 2261

♡ posted on: AO3

♡ chapter four: ice cold

Baekhyun returned with the entirety of the main crew whom you'd met, all of them taking a seat on various lower bunks, avoiding you beside Taemin, while the captain stop at the doorway. "It seems that hiding information was not the correct course of action. It was meant to soothe you rather than cause more harm." Jongin began slowly, watching your reaction carefully. "How could I be happy on a boat like this with a bunch of pirates? You took me from my home!" You huff, what kind of stupid logic was that. "Well, we were looking for you to complete our crew." You stared at him blankly, "What do you mean complete? How am I supposed to fit in here?" Jongin smiled, "Well if you stopped interrupting me, I could tell you." You snapped your mouth shut and he continued, "Good girl, now as I was saying, you were sought after rather than just randomly taken. All of us, in this room, are like you, we each have a power." What? How could that be? You were cursed, did they meet the same fate? You were nearly bursting with questions but you figured he would explain more if you said nothing. "Baekhyun is water, Taeyong is animals, Lucas is metal, Ten is fire, Mark is crafting, Taemin is light, and finally I am weather." You looked at each of them as Jongin listed off their powers, eyes landing back on the man speaking in the end. "Our powers are quite helpful in our trading business, it's the reason we all have such odd hair as well."

Not able to hold it back anymore you blurt out a question, "Ok, but what does that have to do with me? And I'd hardly call you traders your pirates for fucks sake." Jongin smirked. "You are the eighth person with powers such as ours. For many years we were under the impression there were no others until we heard rumour of you. I'm sorry that we took you from your home but I have a feeling that you didn't have many ties there other than, based on your power, a garden." It was annoying how accurate he was in his analysis, and the stupid smirk on his face made it more annoying since he knew you couldn't say anything. "As for trading, we have different ways of going about our trading, but we trade with mostly other pirates anyway, on pirate ports. We simply don't wait to trade for valuable or rare things when we could just take it from those who are not pirates." You narrow your eyes, "So you're looking down on everyone who isn't a pirate? You think you can ruin peoples lives just because?" Jongin shook his head at your words, "We would never steal from a good person or someone without much to give. Think more like kings and palaces that have many jewels for no reason, we simply take them away to be used." You scoffed, it was a stupid excuse, but they were pirates so you didn't expect them to see how wrong it was. "Regardless, I didn't want to come." You snap. Mark rolled his eyes and gave an annoyed sighed, "That's why we just took you dumbass."

"Mark." Jongin shot the smaller man a sharp look, which silenced him immediately, leaving him pouting like a puppy. "It's unfortunate that we had to take you, but there wasn't really a way for us to ask you to join, we have a reputation to uphold." You shook your head in disbelief, they were really going to brush it off just like that. "Y/N, I know it's hard to understand but we all have our reasons..." Taemin said, his hand still rubbing gentle circles on your back. You sighed, at least they were being honest now but you still felt angry about the situation. "It's not home yet, but hopefully you find yourself able to relax here eventually. I'd like to tell you to not go anywhere alone, I trust the men in this room, but the rest of the crew can be, less pleasant." Jongin said, bringing your attention back to him.

"This will never be my home, this is a prison. I still hate my magic and I still hate it here. I still hate all of you." Your sharp words filled the room with ice. "That may be the case, but maybe we can teach you more about your powers and you could hate them less." Baekhyun said, sadness lacing his voice as he looked at you. Regret bubbled in your heart despite your minds protest. "Regardless of everything, you are here now and we will keep you safe and healthy while you're with us." Jongin said firmly, then he called for Mark to leave with him, leaving you with the five other men in a very uncomfortable silence.

"Taemin, could help me up on my bed please?" You asked softly, thoroughly exhausted by your tears and the conversation. Your mind was racing with all the information, trying to process it and sort it out in your head. "Of course." Taemin said, standing and interlocking his hands and offering you a step up onto the bed. Once you are on the bed, you pull the blanket over your body and curl up into a ball in the farthest corner. Everything about this situation is hurting you, and none of them seem to understand that.

You listen to the hushed whispers of the crew after they assume you've fallen asleep, you can tell they are talking about you because you hear the words 'plant' and 'girl.' Tears fell from your eyes as you curled even deeper into yourself, you didn't want to be here anymore, not on this ship, not on this Earth.

~

When you woke up the next morning the cabin was empty save for Ten who was sitting on Marks bed reading a book. You sat up, wrapping yourself in the blanket. "You're up? Do you want to get food?" The maroon haired man asked you, his voice gentle. Shaking your head you laid back down and stared at the ceiling, listening to the door shut behind Ten as he left to get food for himself. After a few moments of quiet, you sat up once more and carefully hopped off the bed. You thought of last night when the captain had told you not to leave alone, but you couldn't stand to be in the room any longer. Pulling the door open you headed to the main deck, finding it almost empty since most of the crew was eating. You walked straight to the edge of the ship and leaned over the side to watch the waves crash against the boat.

The ocean had always scared you, even before you'd been cursed. You avoided it as much as you could when you'd lived on the island, never learning to swim and spending your time as far inland as you could while still doing your work. The ocean was loud and dark and vast, a never-ending abyss of huge waves, dangerous storms, and creatures unknown. And now here you were, in the middle of that horrible ocean, staring into the darkness of the waters and feeling the salty air chill as the clouds ahead turned dark. You leaned farther over the edge stepping on tiptoe, the mist of ocean spray covering your skin. Breathing in deeply you lean even farther, nearly unbalanced as the ocean looms ever closer.

"Y/N!" A voice shouts your name and you are yanked away from the edge of the ship in a hurry. You scramble to pull out of the grip of the person who is holding you, but they simply turn you in their grasp. Lucas' dark brown eyes stared into your own as you relax in his hold now that you know it's not a random crew member. "What were you doing you could have fallen in?" Lucas sounded genuinely worried about your safety and you felt like a small child being chastised. "I was just thinking." You said softly, looking away from his eyes. Lucas sighed, "You aren't supposed to go around alone anyway, you should have come to the dining hall to get one of us. You knew we were there." You huff, "Wouldn't that still be going somewhere alone? Where's the logic in that." Lucas stares at you a moment before he begins to laugh. It's a loud and boisterous laugh that has you trying to conceal the smile that is twitching at your lips. "Well, let's get you to Baekhyun, it's his turn to have you shadow him."

You sighed, not looking forward to it. Baekhyun had sounded so sad last time you'd seen him and you had a feeling that would carry over to today. You shouldn't be so concerned for one of the men who kidnapped you but you couldn't help it. Following the tall man, you reached the captains quarters where Lucas knocked lightly. You heard shuffling in the room and then the door was opened by Baekhyun who was doing up the buttons on his shirt. His eyes flitted to yours for an instance but you saw the sadness that they held. "We are headed to the maps room today, checking our distance for the next port." Baekhyun said plainly, then started walking away quickly, making you run slightly to catch up with him. It was silent as you walked, observing the blue-haired man as he walked ahead of you. He held himself with confidence and a sense of power, his shoulders set and head held high, subtly commanding the respect of those around him.

You soon reached a small room with a large desk in the center, that was covered in many pieces of parchment and some strange objects you didn't recognize. Baekhyun gestured to one of the chairs that were in the room so you sat in it while he moved the things on the desk around. We should be nearing port in the next day or so, so I need to make sure we are where we should be." He explained, but there was no real emotion in his voice. You sat quietly while he used the strange tools and held them against the maps, comparing lengths in ways that made absolutely no sense to you. Baekhyun made no attempts at conversing with you, and it wasn't in the way a person would when they are overly focused. It was an empty drawn-out silence that you hated. He must be really upset about last night... Your heart twinged at the thought. "Baekhyun?" You tried cautiously, but you were ignored. "Baekhyun?" You said again, a bit stronger but still no response. "Baek-" - "Y/N I don't want to talk ok?" You snapped your mouth shut, feeling hurt by the cold words.

The rest of the day was spent watching Baekhyun check the map and then following him out onto the main deck while he made sure everyone was doing what was needed to prepare for docking the next day. He hadn't spoken a word to you since he'd said not to talk, and you'd given up on trying since the silence hurt less than the words did at least. In the evening it was mealtime again, but you still didn't want anything, the day with Baekhyun had only added to the turmoil inside of you and made your appetite disappear. You tried to go to the room but Baekhyun had given a stern look before nodding his head towards the table so in the end you were sitting at the table beside Taeyong and Jongin at the head as usual. Taeyong had apparently lost at seat picking since he ended up beside you, you could hear him mumbling under his breath when he'd sat down.

You focused on your hands in your lap during the meal, picking at the skin around your nails. "/N? Y/N!" You looked up at the person saying your name and found Ten waving his hand in front of you. "You haven't eaten today." He stated plainly, "Not hungry." You answered simply, returning your gaze to your now bleeding cuticles. "Come back to the room with me then, we have an early morning together." Ten said, standing up and walking towards the door. You must be shadowing him tomorrow, so you got up and went after him. He led you to a room you hadn't been in yet that was filled with bandages and had a simple cot in it. "Hands." He said and you held them out to him. Ten made a clicking noise with his tongue then grabbed a roll of cloth and wrapped each of your fingers with it. "There, now you won't make them any worse." He said returning the leftover cloth to a shelf. "Thanks..." You said softly, feeling embarrassed by having someone care for your injury

Ten turned on his heel and exited the room, so you did as well, making your way back to the bunks. Ten gave you a step up onto your bed before heading over to his, but before he got up he removed his shirt putting the smooth expanse of his skin on display to you. You felt your cheeks warm as you watched the muscles in his back move, quickly turning your head when Ten had jumped up on his bed and turned to face you. "Sleep well." You heard him say softly before the room was enveloped in silence.

[diabolicalworldwriter]

2021 is ending

aight it's the end of the year so here's my little 'how things have gone'. don't feel like you have to read it, it'll be long and probably very little fandom and probably a lot sad, but it's just kinda nice to wrap it up like this. there will be things like death and poor mental health including suicidality and ED so TW (I will also be cursing a bit; I normally try not to post swear words of my own, but it felt more honest so CW for that as well)

I'll start with the negatives so I can hopefully end on a more positive note. this year was a hard one. I'd say the worst I've ever had. my best friend and older sibling Luca moved out in early february so I rarely saw them anymore, my motivation got a lot worse than it's ever been, and my mental health plummeted a lot, which is a little surprising since I would've thought it couldn't get much shittier than it was. on the side of that, I recognized the religion I'd been raised in was toxic on many levels and so, while I was unable to leave it physically since my family is all in, I mentally left it.

a 'mental health group' I, Luca and several friends had been working for a long while basically kicked us out for being queer. generally, in retrospect it was a horrible and bigoted environment, and really messed with us all so it was good we left but the final act of toxicity was very frustrating.

I've had poor self-image for years now and it's been declining and reached the point where I slipped into bulimia. for quite a while I was throwing up daily and even when it was less bad, I couldn't go a week without it. I've improved somewhat since then but I've kept the unhealthy eating patterns and it's still in the back of my mind to do it every time I eat.

I found out an irl friend I'd made in 2020 was toxic and that messed with me. I've never been the best at telling when people are hurting or using me and this made my trust issues expand a lot.

in august I moved out to live in another state with my grandparents because I couldn't take being around my parents anymore, who aren't exactly what one would consider healthy. I figured that while I would be separated from my friends, I rarely saw them anyways as my parents didn't let me spend time with them all that often, so being online friends would work, and by getting to a healthier space physically, I might be able to live long enough to have the future we'd been planning together, so the time apart would be made up for.

I started into public school for the first time as a Junior. it was anxious and stressful and I made a fair number of mistakes and the aggravated trust issues came back to bite me a lot, but eventually I made some friends in late September and I was learning some things and I enjoyed those aspects.

October 10 my older sibling Luca died. it's hard to express how horrible and painful that's been. I went from feeling like my life was starting to get a bit better, and that maybe i could live until adulthood, to feeling like the idea of living another second was agonizing and incomprehensible. it's been almost three months and I'm still struggling to imagine living through 2022.

as a frame of reference, Luca has been my friend on and off my entire life, and my best friend for the past four years. I've come close to suicide more times than I can count and they were the person who came to mind or talked to me or just did something with me that brought me back from the edge. all of my plans, hopes and dreams revolved around them, and they were about the only person I felt I could fully trust, rely on, and who understood me. they were the main family member I wanted anything to do with, and the best friend I've ever had. it's thanks to them I've learned anything about my gender identity and orientation and that I was able to reach out of the toxic, pervasive bubble I've been in all my life. they were the reason I looked forward to a possible future. and I lost all of that.

I dropped out of school right after they died because I knew that it was only going to make things worse. since then it's just been a daily struggle to not think too much and keep myself distracted and off the edge.

my grandma found out I'm trans and no longer in her religion and it's strained our relationship a lot, since she can't really comprehend either of those. I'm hoping things will improve a little since it seems she's trying to be a bit more open minded.

I got the good old covid in early November and lost my taste and smell, which I still haven't gotten back yet, so that's fun. as someone who loves to bake/cook and snacks a lot, that's been a whole other ordeal on top of everything else.

this last month I've been (impermanently) back with my parents and siblings, because it would be easier on everyone's schedules for me to just drive home from thanksgiving with them than our original plans, and I figured being back home would let me be a better help for my friends who were also very close to Luca and have been struggling. aside from that I have an 8yo sister who's had a hard time and bad mental health even before this year, but who has turned more openly suicidal with Luca's death and I hoped maybe somehow my being home would help her a little.

I can't say for sure whether my being here has improved or worsened anything for anyone else, though it's definitely been pretty hard on me.

I turned seventeen recently, my first birthday without Luca and for sure my worst one yet. having less than a year before I'm an adult is terrifying, especially with having very little motivation, no concrete, workable plans, and pretty much no will to live. it's going to be a lot to keep going this year, and idk how I'll be a functional adult or even live but I guess we'll see.

now to try and be positive cuz that's a lot of shit.

I made quite a few good online friends this year, and they've definitely been really helpful with all I've been going through.

I've accepted myself as a lesbian oriented aromantic asexual nonbinary person and it's good to feel like I kinda maybe understand myself a little, and to move past a bit of the internalized queerphobia and comp het I've had for a long time.

I started reading webtoons more seriously and based on fanart I guess you can all imagine how that turned out this year XD. I have a lot of comics that I read now as a coping mechanism and I love them and the creators and platform and am very glad to have found it, especially since I hope to at some point publish on Canvas.

as noted, I made some friends while living with my grandparents, so I have more friends and more reasons to look forward to going back.

I've made some progress on stories I'm writing and really gotten into world building for one in particular, which has been awesome. I finished a rough draft, though it's unlikely it will be published for a long time since it was a project Luca and I were working on together and I don't know how to finish the story, especially without them to consult.

I've gotten a lot closer to my extended family, both physically and emotionally, which has been really nice. so even though the future is scary and I hate it, I have some really wonderful people who have my back.

I got to dye my hair for the first time! my parents are very restrictive and wouldn't let me while living with them, but right before they passed away Luca came out for a visit and helped me dye it since I've always wanted to and they loved dyeing hair. honestly I'm just so glad they came out for that visit because it was good to see them that last time and just be a dumbass with my best friend and my cousins for a weekend.

I'm mentally out of a harmful religion and am now able to think and see and do so many things that I couldn't even imagine before since just the idea was 'evil'. I'm moving towards being a much better person and much more conscious and caring without it blocking out everything else.

moving away from my parents has been good, and I hope it continues to help me cuz I could use some help lmfao. it's good being closer to extended family and farther away from my unhealthy close family members.

last thing I can think of: my art improvement. I've gotten a lot better this year (thankfully) and I'm proud of that.

early 2021 digital:

most recent digital:

more recent traditional:

it's hard. life sucks, there's a lot of shit. idk if I'm gonna be here in a year. hell, idk if I'm going to be here tomorrow. but I guess I'll accept that and try to get somewhere anyways.

ily guys thank you for being here. thanks for dealing with my inconsistent posting and random rants and fandoms you've never heard of. you're amazing and I hope your 2021 was good and 2022 will be even better.