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Angel Hunters and Demon Slayers Boys (Info Dump)
Warnings: Mentions of violence, death, angels, demons, etc.
Conlan - Demon Slayer Sans
Personality: He's a slacker with a cool demeanor. He typically lounges around, but when he's on a mission, he's laser-focused. He works quite hard. He enjoys crafting puns and playing practical jokes. He is a really laid-back and fun-loving man. He is quite skilled at assessing situations and adapting to them. He's quite powerful in general, and he never backs down. He possesses exceptional evasive abilities and is proficient with a wide range of weaponry. He's a decent guy who is good at soothing people down. He also is incredibly knowledgeable.
Appearance: He is a skeleton with a large nasty crack on his left eye He has soft blue eye lights.
(More blue accents!)
Runyon - Demon Slayer Papyrus
Personality: A carefree and intelligent individual. He is fearless and never backs down. He is extremely forgiving and feels that some Rogue Demons have valid motives. He should be feared, however, for he is extremely powerful and could easily slay a demon. He is skilled with bladed weapons and bows, but he is unable to handle firearms or large weaponry. He is a very kind and intelligent skeleton. He never backs down, and his bite may be as painful as his bark. He also is very focused. He is also quite flirtatious and charming.
Appearance: He is a tall skeleton. He has fiery orange eye lights. He has a large scar on his left eye that splinters from the top but stops at the edge.
(With more orange!)
Odin - Angel Hunter Sans
Personality: He's a fearsome but sluggish skeleton. He is passionate and powerful. He is flirtatious and engaging. He is skilled with guns and heavy weapons, but not so adept with blades and bows. He is a bit spiky at first, but once you get to know him, he relaxes. He takes his job seriously, is very adept at investigation, and is highly insightful. He cares for the group and is an excellent judge of character. He has a vengeance against Corrupted Angels for whatever reason. He likes heavy weapons over most weapons, except for guns. He is a very gentle person once you get to know him.
Appearance: He is a short skeleton. He has a gaping diagonal scar on his left eye that splinters a bit at the bottom of it. He has two stud piercings on his eyebrow. He has dark red eyes lights.
(with more red!)
Theron - Angel Hunter Papyrus
Personality: He's a stern and direct individual. He is very focused on his work and might be a bit prickly at first. He is really passionate and enjoys assisting others. He is an expert with heavy swords, spears, and firearms. When somebody try to harm his friends and loved ones, he goes for the throat. He is very perceptive and intelligent, and he is not easily duped. He is gentle and kind when you get to know him. His insight is very high and he cannot be easily fooled and can out a corrupt angel easily. He is in charge of the big missions and assists his brother whenever possible. He typically uses large spears.
Appearance: He is a tall skeleton. He has fiery red eye lights. He has a total of three scars on his eye that splinter into one another.
(with more red!)
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#angel hunters#demon slayers#demon slayer sans#angel hunter sans#demon slayer papyrus#angel hunter papyrus#demon slayer ocs#angel hunter ocs#info dump#info#lots of info#sdoighiog#// angels#// demons#// violence#soighoig#boys#new boys#hehehoo#angels fall au#angel's fall au
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Give me a character that hates themself and is traumatized but acts like they’re the most confident person ever when they’re around people and I will eat it up every time
#angel dust#iron man#tony stark#spiderman#peter parker#luz noceda#hunter toh#yakko warner#alastor#sans undertale#tadc jax#im beginning to see a trend here that I don’t like.
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What kind of man is this and does this have something to do with mental illness???
Answer truthfully.
#creepypasta fandom#creepypasta#creepypasta headcanon#creepypasta headcanons#creepypasta x reader#ticci toby#eyeless jack#hoody marble hornets#marble hornets#mh tim wright#tim wright#tim wright x reader#issac foster#angel of death#sans undertale#sans#left 4 dead#l4d2#hunter l4d2#simon cry of fear#simon henriksson#cry of fear#i love men#sweaty men
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I mentioned back in this post that I was going to draw an image using every color pallet...and now a year and a half later I have managed to complete the first 20. The characters were randomly chosen by my brother and mom who only knew the name of the pallet, not the colors themselves. Credit to @cinnamonsly for the color pallets!
See the next 20 here!
See the last 20 here!
#color pallet#color pallete#batim#batdr#boris the wolf#alice angel#sammy lawrence#hunter x hunter#killua zoldyck#hisoka morow#dead end paranormal park#helluva boss#stolas#polandball#countryballs#reichtangle#undertale#sans#double king#stranger things#dart stranger things#super mario#bowser#mid fight masses#ruv#sarvente#south park#dry bowser#my art#bendy the dancing demon
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smash or pass but with opinions, compliments and possible roasts-
i only did this for fun cause i did this at like night and was bored so- angel mf pass i've met too many angels and gods in my time- so ya no
bro even if she gossips with lauren its still a pass-
kinda pass but she gives me grandma karen vibes probs cuz shes a needle nose- XD
even if he look like a werewire or a werewerewire from deltarune he reminds me of edge and i would hardcore smash the guy- he slays so hard i could probably fucking die
pass, sorry but like HE REMINDS ME OF DEPRESSED BRISTLE (mint green addi of mine that likes bugs and plants mans has an entire plant store) i hate seeing bristle depressed and they remind me of him
MANS LOOKS LIKE A XENOMORPH FROM ALIENNNNSSSSS IK SHES BASED OFF SOMETHIN BUT LIKE XD SHE GIBS ME XENOMORPH VIBES SOOO PASS I AINT FUCKING WITH THAT HAIL NAH
now im not into that tiny small people but i can let her slide...cause shes giving sass so kinda smash with me-
mans deserves a name but oh well pass not into endos (skelecogs)
I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER!!! SHES SUUUUUCH A DICK OML I HOPE YOU BURN IN FIRE YOU BIRD LOOKING ASS [CENSOR]!! next time i see you...im gonna light you on fucking fire again.... anyways hard pass
pass mainly abt trap damage
KAREEEENNNNN LOOOOKINNNNN ASSSSSSSS pass
BARK BARK WOOF WOOF IM SORRY FOR BEING WEIRD BUT LIKE GRGRGRGRGRGRG HOT SEXY BASTARD OF A MAN GIVE ME HIMMMMM MAYBE I AM A BIT YANDERE FOR THE GUY BUT BUT BUT BUT GIVE ME HIMMMM RNNNNNN LEMME LEMME FUCKING DIE IN HIS ARMS OR SMTH GRGRGRGRGR .>. .<. kiss me on my hot mouth im feeling romantical~ <3 XD but /srs
pass but slay slay gurl slay even tho you can flash bang someone with pink and let said person be blind by that but still SLAYYYY
..... .>. .<. DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE anyways hard pass yk why :D
hehehehe landon hehehehe smash hehehehe he cute hehehe he my bootiful boi <3 hehehe luv him sm <3 hehehe smash <3
pass but @chiprevvingtoncogger likes him he'd smash a cog thats the size of a cog building ik he aint that tall of one but i just like saying that since head honchos are freakishly tall asf
he aroace but i'd smash he's silly but like i like him <3 i'd give him pets and probs mess with his ears >:3
HARD SMASH IK SHE'S LESBEAN BUT LIKE SHE SLAYS SOOOO FUCKING HARD AWOOGA MOMENT YK?! anyways this was just for fun cuz i was bored last night i hope none of your cogs have crippling depression after this/hj @creator-indy
#indys characters#angel#deltadevilau#ttcc#plant boi#bristle mint addison#deltarune chapter 2#sans#xenomorph#from aliens#looking ass#micromanager#cashbot#lawbot#sellbot#bossbot#factory foreman#magnate#shes a dick#toon#some of these mfs look like karens#shyster#HUNTER MY BELOVED#GRGRGRGRGRGRGR#girly pop lookin mf#but slay#skelecogs#valkyrae#go die in hell christian#landon my beloved <3
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TRANSLATION: THAT APPLE IWATCH DOUBLES AS A TRACKER!
#benedict cumberbatch#Laurene Powell Jobs#Gavin Newsom#California#Los Angeles#San Francisco#Block Busting#sophie hunter#IPhone Biometrics#IWatch As Tracker
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When you're not expecting anything and one of your all-time favorite photos comes out of the blue.
#california#californication#ocean#san pedro los angeles#los angeles#basketball#Point#score#girl#fuji xt2#fujixseries#fujifilm#USA#ball#travel#street photographers community#street photography#urban street#street hunter#streetsnap#street fashion
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Tag dump 8/?
{ Demon King and Dragon Royal - Gardonus } { Mysterious Demon and Distant Ancestor - Astaroth } { Older Half-Brother to a Human Exchange Student - Xavier } { Quiet Powerful Bird of Pride - Zephyr } { Fashionable Fellow and Aspiring Clothing Designer - Declan Crewel } { High Ranking and Odd Archangel - Michael } { Human with a Reincarnated Angel's Soul - Lilith } { Celtic Wolf and God of Light - Lugh } { Warrior Wolf Pup of a Celtic Wolf - Connla } { Beast That Calls the Moon - Lunala/Artemis } { Beast That Devours the Sun - Solgaleo/Apollo } { The Blinding One - Necrozma/Lux } { Lazy Bones Skeleton - Sans } { Robotic Soul and TV Star - Mettaton } { Spaghetti Maker Skeleton - Papyrus } { Odd Human From Above - Frisk } { Lightner of a Human - Kris } { Fastest Thing Alive - Sonic } { Two Tailed Prodigy - Tails } { Guardian of the Emerald - Knuckles } { Mastermind and Doctor Robotics - Eggman } { Treasure Hunter and Secret Agent - Rouge } { Ultimate Lifeform - Shadow } { Last of the E-Series - E-123/Omega } { Time Traveler with Psychic Powers - Silver } { Chaotix Detective Agency Boss - Victor } { Soulful and Stealthy Ninja - Espio } { Hyperactive Intuition - Charmy } { Diamond Ruler of Time - Dialga/Ruka } { Pearl Ruler of Space - Palkia/Rozovo }
#{ Demon King and Dragon Royal - Gardonus }#{ Mysterious Demon and Distant Ancestor - Astaroth }#{ Older Half-Brother to a Human Exchange Student - Xavier }#{ Quiet Powerful Bird of Pride - Zephyr }#{ Fashionable Fellow and Aspiring Clothing Designer - Declan Crewel }#{ High Ranking and Odd Archangel - Michael }#{ Human with a Reincarnated Angel's Soul - Lilith }#{ Celtic Wolf and God of Light - Lugh }#{ Warrior Wolf Pup of a Celtic Wolf - Connla }#{ Beast That Calls the Moon - Lunala/Artemis }#{ Beast That Devours the Sun - Solgaleo/Apollo }#{ The Blinding One - Necrozma/Lux }#{ Lazy Bones Skeleton - Sans }#{ Robotic Soul and TV Star - Mettaton }#{ Spaghetti Maker Skeleton - Papyrus }#{ Odd Human From Above - Frisk }#{ Lightner of a Human - Kris }#{ Fastest Thing Alive - Sonic }#{ Two Tailed Prodigy - Tails }#{ Guardian of the Emerald - Knuckles }#{ Mastermind and Doctor Robotics - Eggman }#{ Treasure Hunter and Secret Agent - Rouge }#{ Ultimate Lifeform - Shadow }#{ Last of the E-Series - E-123/Omega }#{ Time Traveler with Psychic Powers - Silver }#{ Chaotix Detective Agency Boss - Victor }#{ Soulful and Stealthy Ninja - Espio }#{ Hyperactive Intuition - Charmy }#{ Diamond Ruler of Time - Dialga/Ruka }#{ Pearl Ruler of Space - Palkia/Rozovo }
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Hunt vs. Hunted AU
(a.k.a Vampire Wally AU)
Meet the Cast Part 1 || 2 || 3
Poppy gets her own canvas because im biased--jk
A lil bit of infordump for each character :3
Frank ★ Gargoyle
Frankie boi is a doctor in his eyes. He's labelled a quack and a criminal by many because he practices medicine without a doctor's license, which is illegal. That and several reports of unethical experiments, but mostly because he doesn't have a license.
He met Wally through Barnaby who asked for him to heal the vampire (who was injured at the time) in exchange for shelter and protection from bounty hunters
Julie ★ Demon
Bbg was summoned by a cult who was immediately apprehended by police officials. With no way to go back home, she moved from place to place being a menace to society
She eventually found her way into Wally's Mansion and became their tenant
Sally ★ San Elmo
Okioki so San Elmo is a Philippine mythological creature which is basically just a ball of fire-- anyways, Sally came down to earth to experience the earth life but then became a local deity à la burning person = God
She ended up burning a whole city and Wally, who was there to witness shit go down, decided to take her in because accidental genocide is a "same hat" moment
Poppy ★ Phoenix
Poppy is an angel. She is the definition of perfect, she has no flaws whatsoever-- she's also the last of her kind.
Poppy, alongside Barnaby, was the one to find Wally at his weakest and help nurture him back to health (literally an angel, how can anybody hate her)
Also some extra sketches of Sally + Barnaby
#:3#>:3#I'll work on the others soon lol#welcome home#vampire wally au#i need a better name for this au but like people already know this as vampire wally au so i might as well keep it--#welcome home frank#frank frankly#welcome home julie#julie joyful#welcome home sally#sally starlet#welcome home poppy#poppy partrige#welcome home fanart#digital art#my art#eeart#welcome home vampire wally au#welcome home hunt vs. hunted AU
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ateez as sharks
i have a passion for sharks🧍🏻♀️
park seonghwa - whale shark
honestly they’re just gentle giants but beautiful gentle giants!! such sweet and kind 18 meter long babies…
they’re known to be one of the least aggressive fish in the sea and are incredibly un-territorial! it reminds me of how seonghwa just lets san invade his space all the time
kim hongjoong - pyjama shark
tiny little guys who look so incredibly cunty!!!! i love them they’re so cool and fashionable just like hongjoong
they live in reefs which are incredibly lively environments just like i imagine the hj/wy/jh dorm must be
jeong yunho - wobbegong shark
LOOK HOW SILLY!!!! just like our giant silly little guy yunho (they also grow surprisingly bigger than you expect! 3.2 metres for this guy is wild, he should be tiny)
they’re not considered dangerous to people but they’ve been known to attack a few!! just like how yunho is so calm but everyone agrees he’d be fucking dangerous if he got angry 👀
kang yeosang - zebra shark
LOOK AT THESE LITTLE GUYS AND TELL ME THEY ARENT THE CUTEST THINGS EVER (yeosang included!!!)
i was going to put a fun fact here but i’m going to quote my angel @vesvosmozhno and say that the fact that they’re zebra sharks but are spotty and not stripy is incredibly yeosang coded
choi san - greenland shark
greenland sharks are just abnormally large, freaky little giant guys
they’re very slow and while they’re primarily scavengers and eat whatever comes along, they have been known to engage in stealth attacks, even taking down polar bears… just like san’s aggression on stage comes from FUCKING NOWHERE HES SO GENTLE OFF STAGE WTF HAPPENS
song mingi - saw shark
look how cute this giant fucking creature is! they’re so silly and sweet and have to cutest little smile ever
saw sharks are kind of clumsy (you would be too if you had a giant saw on the end of your face) but they’re incredible (and aggressive) hunters! it’s like how mingi is a cutie patootie until he steps foot on stage and then… well🧍🏻♀️
jung wooyoung - nurse shark
nurse sharks are so sleek and perfect oh my god (also my favourite type of shark, i just think they’re so incredibly pretty)
they have an impressive dorsal fin which most people would see as a sign of danger but they’re actually docile and sweet under their dangerous exterior!!!
choi jongho - thresher shark
no thoughts, head empty; i love thresher sharks so dearly. just look at them and tell me it isn’t jongho? those massive fucking eyes god i love them
but despite how silly they might seem, they’re so fucking cool! their tails can grow to 3 meters long as is used as a weapon to stun their prey and make hunting a whole lot easier for them. they’re so impressive omg
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The Blood Spilt (Angels Fall AU Backstory)
Warnings: Death, sorrow, dust, mourning, angels, demons, etc.
Theron shot up in bed, gasping. He felt his spirit tremble and turn icy cold. He ultimately eased his fear by holding his skull. He sighed and leaned back, his hand on his nose. He sat up and got up after staring aimlessly at the ceiling. He brushed up against the counters. He boiled some water, got some tea, and mixed the two together. His head was spinning as he leaned on the counter.
"You okay, bro?" Odin's voice chimed, startling his younger sibling. Odin blinked as Theron examined him. "Jeez, bro, you're not usually this jumpy. What's up?" Odin inquired, leaning against the doorframe.
"Nothing, Odin. I just couldn't sleep..." Theron lied to his brother, but Odin was bound to see right through it.
"You had a dream about her again, didn't you?" Odin inquired, as Theron tightened. "Theron… It wasn't your fault." Odin stressed to his brother, and Theron slammed his cup down. Odin sighed as it made a loud clattering sound.
"I know that!" Theron snapped as he turned towards his brother. "I do not need to be reminded constantly." Theron put his cup down and rushed past his brother.
"Theron-" Odin called but he was cut off by the sound of a door slamming. He ran his hand against his face.
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As he leaned against the door, Theron sighed. He slipped down it, grabbing an old phone. It had been years at this time. He opened it and began scrolling through some old photos. It was a picture of him and another skeleton with warm red eyes. She was grinning at the camera, and he was grinning back. As he shuts his eyes, his hand trembles. He stows the phone and conceals his face.
He never confessed to Anore, his long-time childhood buddy, closest comrade, and first love. He admired her from afar, it was more of a childish crush in retrospect, but when she died.
Not after her death at the hands of a failed Corrupted Angel mission. He felt like it was all his fault. He brought her onto that mission. He didn't even remember who did it.
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He could only recall a few details from that day. Anore and he had planned to go find this corrupted angel that day. They knew who it was, and they were going to expose him, proving to the world that he was a corrupted angel, not the good person he pretended to be. He remembers the confrontation and...
He also recalls hearing the blade impale something. A gasp was cut short, and the sound of a corpse dropped. The agony of being cut and having his eye wounded. He recalls staring at Anore's body as he drew his injured body to support her.
"It really hurts…" Anore sobbed as he urgently sought to save her. He worked so hard. His hands shook, his vision blurred, and his soul ached, yet he couldn't stop the bleeding. It was too much.
"It's gonna be okay, it's okay. Stay awake." Theron tried to console her, his voice shaking; he knew she would die, but he couldn't accept it. While seeing this, he remembered the corrupted angel chuckling.
"How heartwarming…" The voice of the corrupted angel was twisted, but it horrified Theron. He was disgusted, even if he couldn't recall the face of this corrupted angel. It didn't matter, though. All he could think about was clutching Anore and asking her to stay awake. His vision became blurry, and then…
The sensation of her turning into dust. As he grasped her leftover ribbon, he begged, yelled, and cried for her to stay. He felt nothing but absolute grief and sorrow until he was blinded by vengeance. He turned his blade on the corrupted angel, wounding him, but then passing out.
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When he awoke, he was confronted with his brother and the others. He discovered Anore had died in his arms, and it… Destroyed him. Theron leaned on his legs as he held his hands against his skull. He stared at the wall as he closed his eyes.
He would never lose someone he loves like that again. He'll protect them. He learned how to heal and became good at it because of it. He'd protect his loved ones... He sighed again.
Stars, he wished he could sleep...
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Odin sighed, covering his face. He had arrived too late to help Anore. He'd discovered her dust and Theron's barely alive body. He recalls how it felt. How he felt when he discovered them. The pain and fear of losing his childhood friend and nearly his brother. It almost killed him.
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Odin had walked into the room. He'd noticed it immediately away. When he saw his brother resting there with the pile of dust next to him, he felt a pit in his SOUL. He had prayed deep inside that it was the dust of the Corrupted Angel, until he saw the ribbon in the dust and knew. He recognized Anore. He was feeling sick to his stomach.
"Theron!" Odin sobbed as Conlan and Runyon stared in horror at the scene. Odin had frantically grabbed his brother. His hands were trembling.
No, no, no. No. Theron can't die. He can't lose someone else. He can't.
"Odin- Odin!" Conlan cried as he placed his hand on his friend's shoulder. He was trembling, screaming, and urgently clutching his brother. Conlan could see that his eyes were shaking and that he required assistance.
"We need to get him to help. We can't stay here." Runyon immediately said. Odin reluctantly nodded as he was torn away from his brother. He watched as angels and others appeared to assist him. Odin, however, felt numb. Anore had died. He had arrived too late.
He nearly lost Theron because he was too late...
He can't be late again. He can't be.
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Odin sighed as he closed his eyes. He really needs to talk to someone about this. But right now, he needs to pick up the pieces and prepare for the anniversary. Theron also had a mission coming up that Odin was going to come along with.
He won't be late again. He'll protect his brother even if it means he has to die.
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@kioko-noodles / @kiokodoodles @miscneilleaneous @und3rwat3r-a5tr0naut @hearty-dose-of-ranch @underfell-crystal @buff-borf-bork @rainbowut
#angels fall au#angel hunters ocs#angel hunter ocs#angel hunters#angel hunter sans#angel hunter papyrus#demon slayers#demon slayer ocs#demon slayer papyrus#demon slayer sans#backstory#hehehhoo#angels#demons#sad#angst#//angels#//demons#//death#//blood
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WHICH MASCOT IS THE MOST FUCKABLE - PACIFIC DIVISION
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Into the Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story Pt. 35
Collage by me :)
Master List
Part 34
Tag List: @keikoraven @ar-jupiter @alcielo1438 @cairro-xx @stolen-in-moonlight
@micheledawn1975 @janiejenn @rafeyscurtainbangs @melodymunson @spacedoutdaydreamer
@veemoon @sariahs-stuff @feral-pumpkin-energy @comeonatmebruh @munsoneightysixx
@morgthemagpie @josephquinnsfreckles @jenniquinn @userchai @cometzombie
@spookybabey @daggerdaggerkitten @nina6708 @sanctumdemunson @yourdailymemedelivery
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@mediocredreams @bloodibambiidoll @taintedcigs @ali-r3n @emxxblog
Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: swearing, mentions of smut, smoking, alcohol use, drunk driving, small argument, crying, angst, heartbreak
Word Count: 7.7k
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Part 35: Wicked Game
Sunday, September 24th, 1989
"Sugarpuff? It's Eddie on the phone again." Mom says through your bedroom door on Sunday morning.
"Just hang up." You manage to say, just loud enough for her to hear. The sound of her footsteps descends back down the hallway, and the phone is placed on the hook without another word. You let out a long sigh, oddly relieved to know Eddie can't get another syllable out.
You haven't slept a wink all night, constantly tossing and turning in your bed while thoughts race through your mind. Thoughts of Eddie's lips on Chrissy's, of how angry and heartbroken it made you feel. Still makes you feel. Every time that image flashes across your mind, you get the intense urge to scream into your pillow. An urge you've entertained a few times, once you were sure it wouldn't make too much noise.
Eddie's called three times in the last couple of hours, all of which you've ignored in one way or another. The first time served as an alarm clock for your mother, forcing her out of bed. You knew exactly who was calling so early, not bothering to move a muscle. You can picture the scene back at the apartment. Eddie, disheveled and sweating in his clothes from the party, having cried all night over you. Broken glass and spilled wine still lay on the floor, as he can't focus on cleaning up any other mess than the one he's made by lying to you. Arwen is no doubt snuggled in his lap as he cradles the phone, frantically dialing your number over and over, before changing his mind.
"I'm making omelets, Y/N. Do you want me to make you one?" Mom asks through the door, still leaving you alone to your thoughts.
"Okay." You call back, forcing the volume despite your vocal chords begging you not to. You feel absolutely awful from lack of sleep, and too much wine, and all this damn crying you can't seem to stop doing. You roll onto your back, staring at the ceiling. If it weren't for your heart being shattered into a million tiny pieces, you'd probably feel completely numb right now. But you swear you can sense the shards worming their way through your chest, lodging in your ribs and muscles on their way out. Everything hurts. You spend so much time fixating on the pain, that you don't even register the next twenty minutes passing until Mom brings you your breakfast.
"It's hot and ready, sweetie." She says, knocking first before opening the door. She brings in a tray to set on your lap, and you take the cue to sit up against the headboard. You keep the blanket tucked beneath your underarms to cover yourself, avoiding her eyes for the time being. "Here you go. Do you need anything else?" She asks sweetly, though the unbelievably blank look on your face quickly sours her on the inside.
"No. Thanks, Mom." You rasp, reaching for the glass of orange juice she's brought you to wet your mouth that feels like sandpaper.
"Okay. Well, just let me know. And I left the phone off the hook. That ought to stop the calls for a while." Mom says, going for the door. You just nod at her words, glancing down at your plate.
Bright yellow egg formed in a perfect half circle smiles back at you on the white ceramic. Steam rises from it, carrying the scent of shredded cheese, mushrooms, and peppers. Your favorite fillings. Nothing about it is particularly appetizing to you, however. The mere thought of putting a single bite into your mouth makes you want to barf. But at the same time, your abdomen cramps up as it begs to be filled with something.
"Ugh." You groan in disgust, picking up your knife and fork. You cut into the fluffy folded disk, melty cheese oozing out of the exposed seams. The sight makes you gag, but you bring the bite to your lips anyway. You force your mouth open, and slide the piece off of your fork with the very tips of your teeth. You carefully bring the food back towards your tongue, allowing it to touch your taste buds after this painstaking process. When you don't immediately projectile vomit all over the bed, you allow yourself to start chewing. You're able to register the flavors you usually enjoy so much, but it all feels...wrong. Like someone made a photocopy of your breakfast, and served that to you instead of the original.
You compel every last bite of the omelet down your throat, putting the empty tray to the side once you're finished. Your stomach stops hurting, and you feel slightly less sick than before. You decide to finally get out of bed, it doesn't help any to lay here feeling sorry for yourself. Besides, you've got a couple assignments to work on. That ought to clear your head for a little bit. You get out from under the covers, going for your suitcase to find some clean clothes. You open the zipper, pulling out a t-shirt, jeans and some underwear. You wish you'd had the forethought to pack some pajamas, but your mind was far more focused on yelling at Eddie. You put the clothing on, and trudge down the hall to the living room where your school things were placed last night. Mom gives you a shocked look, quickly replaced by a relieved smile to see you out of bed.
"How are you feeling, sugarpuff?" She asks, taking a sip of her second cup of coffee.
"A little better. Shit, I'd meant to bring the tray back." You say abruptly, about to turn back to get it.
"It's alright, Y/N. I'll get it for you." She insists.
"Thanks." You reply as you sit on the couch, pulling the coffee table closer to open your textbooks.
"What's your plan for today?" She asks, though she assumes you probably want to be alone. It's very much within your nature to close yourself off to everyone while you're going through something like this. Of course, she wants you to talk to her about anything and everything. But she doesn't want to push you, either. You'll open up, when you're ready.
"This. I've got a couple things due tomorrow." You say, gesturing at the books without looking up.
"Okay, that sounds good. I'll be around if you need anything." She says, leaving you to your work. She retrieves the tray from your room, putting the dishes in the sink to be washed.
The words on the pages of your trigonometry textbook blur and scramble the more you try to focus on them. And your mother making noise in the kitchen isn't exactly helping. You tap your pencil incessantly on the fresh sheet of your notebook, struggling to untangle the equations you're meant to solve. You stare and stare and stare at the numbers and symbols, finding nothing but absolute gibberish. You're growing frustrated, wanting to tear the damn thing to pieces in retaliation. But what good would that do? You'd be completely fucked on your assignment, and out a good chunk of cash on the book itself. You snatch up one of the throw pillows from the couch, shoving your face deep into its plush surface to muffle the loud, guttural sound that begs to leave your lungs. You need assistance, someone to read the pages to you, something. You only hope the person you plan to call is able to help you. You go for the phone, still sitting off the hook. You put the receiver to your ear, and punch in the numbers like your life depends on it.
"Hello?" Robin's voice comes through.
Thank fuck, you think to yourself. "Hey, Rob." You respond.
"Oh, hey, Y/N. Are you doing okay?" She asks, worried by the rather breathless sound of your voice.
"I'm alive." You say dryly. "Are you able to come over? I'm trying to get my assignments done, but I...I can't read anything." You explain, though you realize your problem sounds rather vague over the phone.
"Sure thing. I'll be right over." Robin chirps, not questioning you whatsoever.
"Thanks, Rob. You're a lifesaver." You sigh in relief, allowing a small smile to creep across your lips.
"Of course, Y/N. See ya in a bit."
"Yep." You press the spring-loaded button to end the call, putting the headset back down on the table. Now all you have to do is wait a few minutes, and you'll have the help you need. You only hope Robin won't bring up Eddie while she's here. You can't allow yourself to even think about him right now, because it'll only derail you further.
A little bit later, the doorbell rings. You get up to answer the door, finding Robin on the other side. She immediately takes you in her arms for a hug, squeezing you tight. "Hey, Robin." You squeak, suffocating in her grip.
"How've you been doing?" She asks, letting you out of her grasp so you can breathe.
"Fuckin' terrible." You huff, leading her over to the couch. "But I don't want to talk about that right now. I'm not letting my grades slip because of that..." You trail off, stopping yourself from calling Eddie such a mean name.
"Asshole?" Robin says it for you, completely understanding where you're coming from. You just nod in reply, feeling guilty for agreeing. "It's okay to say what you feel, Y/N. It's better than keeping it all inside." Robin says kindly, taking a seat next to you and looking over the books you've got open. Civics and trigonometry.
"No, I know. I just don't want to unpack all that right now. I've been up all night thinking about it...about them." You pick at your fingers as you speak, swallowing hard at the thought of those two getting 'friendly' again.
"That's okay. Let's focus on your homework instead. Deal?" Robin offers with a smile.
"Deal." You smile back, and move on to the equations. Robin reads them out to you slowly and carefully, and you write them out in your notebook. Thankfully it reads properly coming from your own hand, leaving you able to solve them all in minutes. Next is the short paragraph questions for civics, which are once again a breeze when Robin's friendly rasp verbalizes them for you.
"Well, shit. That was easy. You sure you needed me for this?" Robin asks with a laugh, surprised at your quick mind and immense intellect. She's heard Eddie call you a bookworm before, but it's only now that she sees how true that nickname rings for you.
"Believe me, I did. The damn words kept moving all over the place, I couldn't make sense of anything." You insist, giggling lightly yourself. "Thank you for helping me, Rob. It means a lot." You put your hand over hers in gratitude.
"Please, any time. You have anything else planned for today?" She asks.
"Not a thing, except wallowing in self pity. But I'm not due for that until five." You joke, but Robin doesn't laugh. "Sorry." You sigh.
"No, it's fine. Humor is a common coping mechanism." She reassures you.
"I aced psychology, Robin. I'm well aware." You snort bitterly. You don't mean to be so moody, but you can't help it.
"I'll let the bitchiness slide since you're in pain. But I was gonna suggest we go shopping to take your mind off things." Robin offers, and it sounds like the best idea you've heard in weeks.
"I'm sorry, I know you're just trying to help. And shopping sounds amazing right now." You fix your tone, and your face, trying to cheer up a little for her sake. You doubt she wants to be around a total sad sack all day.
"Let's get a move on, then. Retail therapy awaits!" Robin exclaims, pulling you off the couch. You grab your purse and slip some shoes on as you head out the door. You call to Mom to say you're going out for a while, and she tells you to be safe in response.
Robin drives the both of you downtown, parking on the curb outside Waxed Out Records. You step out of the car, heading into the store together. You browse the aisles, though you're not really sure if there's anything here that'll catch your eye. If you're being honest, everything in here just reminds you of Eddie. The two of you made semi-regular trips here, usually picking up a new metal album for Eddie's collection. And every glimpse you catch of an Ozzy or Vixen album reminds you of his birthday, one of your best days. You made one of his biggest dreams come true, and the night you shared at that cheap hotel afterwards was easily one of your greatest.
"You okay?" Robin asks as she sees you wistfully flicking through records in the heavy metal section. Maybe a music store wasn't the best idea, given how interlaced it's become in your now-jeopardized relationship.
"Hm?" You hum, snapping out of your trance. You turn to meet Robin's eyes, a single tear falling down your cheek. You force a smile and quickly wipe it away. "Oh, yeah! I'm fine." You say, sniffing harshly to keep your nose from dripping.
"Should we go somewhere else?" She offers, realizing that this was probably the last place she should've brought you.
"Please." You punch out the word, trying to stop your lip from trembling.
She leads you out of the store, looking up and down the block for a different destination. But she has no idea where to go, she's sure every damn place in town has some stain of Eddie fucking Munson on it. "Maybe this was a bad idea. I'm sorry." She sighs, giving up on this plan altogether. She leans against the side of her car, and you do as well.
"It's not your fault. I thought I could handle it. But everywhere I look, I just see him." You sniffle again, and Robin puts her arm around you.
"It's alright, Y/N. It hasn't even been an entire day yet, I wouldn't expect you to be fine right away. I'd probably be freaked out if you were." She says with a light laugh, drawing one from you as well. "How 'bout this, we go to the BigBuy and get some tubs of ice cream, and pick up a few chick flicks from Family Video. We can stuff our faces and forget all about him for a while."
"That sounds like a much better plan." You smile. "Can we call Nancy, too? I need both my girls." You pout playfully.
"Hell yeah, we can!" She cheers, nudging you to get back in the car to set your plan into motion. You and Robin make your short stops at the supermarket and the video store, picking up a couple bottles of wine as well to pair with the ice cream. You walk back into your house less than an hour after you'd left, finding mom sitting on the couch watching TV.
"That was fast." Mom says, wondering why you're back so soon.
"Yeah, the shopping trip was a bust. But we're gonna have a girls night with ice cream and sappy movies instead. Care to join us, Ms. Henderson?" Robin offers, holding up the wine you've purchased.
"Please, call me Claudia. And I'd love to, if that's alright with you, Y/N." Mom replies, more than happy to spend some quality time with you and your friends.
"Of course it is, Mom. I need you just as much as I need Rob and Nance right now." You say sweetly.
"Perfect! I'll make popcorn and pizza rolls." Mom chuckles, getting up from her spot to get started on the snacks. Robin makes a quick call to Nancy's home. Thankfully, Nancy has been dying for some girl time, and is all caught up on her work at The Post for the week. She hurries over, bearing sleeping bags and extra pajamas to make this a full-blown slumber party.
You and Robin change into the pj's to get comfortable, and help Nancy lay out the sleeping bags and some pillows and blankets to make the floor a giant pile of comfort and softness. Mom stays on the couch, though, since she's getting a bit old to sit on the floor. By the time you've got the first movie in the VCR and have your snacks laid out, you've completely forgotten all about the horrible things that occurred last night.
The four of you laugh and cry your way through Pretty in Pink, St. Elmo's Fire, and Dirty Dancing. Popcorn is playfully tossed at one another, and wine flows into your glasses liberally. Mom doesn't have any, but you don't blame her. It seems she's chosen the sober life after her run-in with the law. When you're part way through your fourth film of the night, the time closing in around 11pm, you hear the screech of tires in the driveway, and the unmistakable crash of a rear-ending taking place outside.
"What the fuck?" You gasp in surprise at the noise. You, Nancy, and Robin go to the front window to take a peek outside. You find Eddie's van pressed into the end of Nancy's car, broken shards of head and tail lights littering the ground. "Jesus christ." You groan, wondering what the hell he's doing here. You stomp towards the front door, ready to go out there and give him a piece of your mind.
"Y/N, wait. You sure you wanna go out there?" Robin asks, stopping you in your tracks.
"I kinda have to, don't I? I can at least tell him to go away." You sigh, grabbing hold of the door handle. You yank it open, and step outside to get a closer look at the damage. It's minimal, just the broken lights and a couple small dents and scratches. "Eddie! What the fuck are you doing?" You shout to him, noticing he's still in the driver's seat. The window is down however, and his head swivels lazily to look at you.
"Heeeeeey, sweetheart!" He slurs, smiling drunkenly. Great, he's fucking wasted. He struggles to open the driver's side door, and almost falls onto the ground when it finally swings outward. He plants his feet, and ambles his way around the van to come over to you.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" You ask with crossed arms. You notice that he's still dressed in his clothes from last night, wrinkled and soaked with sweat. And he absolutely reeks of whiskey.
"I-I came here to see youuuuu, babydoll." He laughs, trying to reach a finger forward to poke your chest. He misses by a mile, hitting the empty space to your left.
"Eddie, you're drunk. You really shouldn't have driven here." You say with a sigh. He's a total mess, he's probably been like this all day.
"But I haaaaad to see you, sweetheart. I had to tell you howwww sorry I am." He continues to slur his words, hiccuping a few times as he speaks.
"I told you I need time to think things over. That means leaving me alone." You reply sternly. "Look, I'll call Steve to come pick you up, alright? I can't let you drive home like this." You turn around to go inside and make the call, but you feel Eddie's sweaty hand close on your arm. He swings you back around to meet his gaze, his eyes dilated and glassy.
"Y/N, pleeeease. I love you, baby. I need you. Arrrrwen needs you. Just come home." He begs, putting his hands on your shoulders. His booze-soaked breath fans in your face, and his words feel like a blow to your heart. You know he's hurting as much as you are, but this isn't helping. You need him to go away, he's only making things worse.
"Eddie, please stop. I can't have any kind of conversation with you like this. You're making a fool of yourself." You say sadly, avoiding his eyes. You can't bear to look at him like this, it's honestly embarrassing.
"I'm making a fool of myself? Riiiight." Eddie scoffs, backing away from you now. His brow furrows, his tone becoming aggressive. "Like you didn't leave me in front of all our friends. Aaaaand for what? 'Cuz I fucked Chrissy? Biiiiiig whoop!" He throws his hands in the air clumsily, they slap against his sides once they come back down. You get a very strong urge to slap him for saying these things, but you know better than to hit him.
"Everything okay out here, Y/N?" Robin asks from the doorway. Nancy and Mom are with her too, waiting to intervene if things get uglier than they already are.
"Yeah. Can you call Steve to come get Eddie? He needs a ride home." You call back.
"I don't need anything!" Eddie shouts, making you cringe. You really hope none of your neighbors hear any of this. He stumbles for you again, taking hold of your chin. "Except for this pretty mouth of yours on my dick." He chuckles dumbly, his inhibitions and self-awareness eroded away by all the alcohol he's consumed.
"Jesus christ, Eddie! Just stop it!" You shout in disgust, swatting his hand away. This...thing in front of you isn't your boyfriend. It's a sad, hurt man that's drowned his sorrows in massive quantities of liquor. He doesn't know what he's saying. He doesn't know how much he's hurting you with his careless actions.
"Oh...oh, no." Eddie gasps in realization, bringing his hand to his mouth. "I'm sorry, princess. I-I didn't mean any of that." He continues, his features falling into sadness. It appears a sliver of clarity has made its way through, if only for a moment. He tries to reach for you again. To apologize, to shower you with kisses, who knows. But you back away from him, shaking your head as you start to cry again. You can't do this, you can't deal with him right now. "Y/N, please. I'm sorry. I just miss you so much...I love you, I need you. It's killing me to be without you." He keeps going, breaking down just like he did last night. He falls to the ground before you, sobbing loudly. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry...sorry..." He folds over himself, gripping helpless handfuls of the grass beneath him. "Y/N, please...please, just come back. Come back to me." Eddie begs, unable to think anything but his hopeless pleas for you to forgive him, to let things go back to the way they were.
"I can't, Eddie. Not right now. I'm sorry." You say tearfully, tempted to kneel before him and stroke his back or hair to soothe him. But you can't offer him any comfort, because he'll think everything is okay again when it isn't. Not yet. Maybe it never will be. All you can do is stand over him, the both of you crying yourselves sick again.
After what feels like hours, Steve eventually shows up to your house. He pries a broken Eddie off the ground, overpowering his drunken kicks and squeals as he begs to be let go. Eddie cries out your name like a wounded animal, the sound of it absolutely wretched. But Steve stuffs him into the passenger seat of his car anyway, taking him back to your apartment to babysit him for the night. If you know Eddie at all, he'll hoof it all the way back here if nobody stops him.
"C'mon, Y/N. Let's get back inside." Robin says when she comes over to you. You nod through your tears, forcing your eyes away from Eddie's muffled wailing, and his pounds against the car window. Robin walks you into the house, closing the door behind you both.
"I'm sorry, sugarpuff." Mom says, taking you in her arms for a warm hug. That whole display was incredibly difficult to watch. She feels for Eddie, she truly does. She acted pretty similarly when George waltzed out the door ten years ago. The poor boy's heart is aching for you, breaking more and more as the hours pass. She may still be furious with him for creating this situation in the first place. But she'd be hard pressed to not hold an ounce of sympathy for him at the same time.
"Sorry about your car, Nance." You state, muffled against your mother's shoulder.
"It's fine, Y/N. You didn't know Eddie was gonna pull a stunt like that. I'll make sure to send him the bill." Nancy says in understanding, her and Robin joining to huddle to help alleviate some of your pain.
"That was so fucking embarrassing." You whimper, unable to stop crying.
"We know, Y/N. But it's not your fault." Robin assures you.
"And what's even worse, I wanted to take him back. I wanted to let him hold me, and kiss me, and tell me how sorry he was...I almost did." You explain, feeling so ashamed of yourself with every word.
"It's okay, honey." Mom coos, stroking your hair.
"We've all been there. But you have to take the time to think this over. Don't let what just happened take away from that. Eddie was wrong to come here tonight, it was really selfish." Nancy says, helping talk you down from the edge of jumping back into things with Eddie right away. He betrayed your trust, and he doesn't deserve to be forgiven so easily.
"Fuck, I just realized I have to see him at work tomorrow." You groan, wishing you could afford to take the day off. But you've got inventory that cannot wait another day, and a new schedule you haven't even started yet.
"Given the total mess Eddie was just now, I'm guessing he'll be calling in sick." Robin replies, and the thought gives you some comfort. Maybe she's right, maybe Eddie will stay home. You really fucking hope so, at least.
"C'mon, girls. Let's clean up, get cozy, and put the last movie on to go to sleep." Mom says, patting your shoulders so you'll let her go. You help her and the others put away the leftover ice cream and wine, and slide into your sleeping bag between Robin and Nancy. Your mother pulls a blanket over herself on the couch, after putting in the final movie you'd picked out. The Breakfast Club begins to play, and she flicks off the lamp. The room goes dark, only lit by the television.
"Thanks for being here, girls. It means a lot." You say quietly, still a little teary-eyed as you settle in to finally get some rest. You've got a long day tomorrow. First, you have a couple classes, and then you have an afternoon shift at the Hawk. It's going to be absolute hell to get through every second of it. But the world doesn't stop just because your heart is broken.
"Of course, there's nowhere we'd rather be right now." Robin scoots closer to you, and Nancy follows her lead. They make you feel safe and warm, which is something you didn't know you needed until now. You allow your eyes to close as the students of Shermer High show up for their Saturday detention, and murmur a quiet 'goodnight' to the girls. You drift off in no time at all, a welcome contrast from the previous night. You don't dream about Eddie, or the party, or anything at all, really. You don't wake up covered in sweat and hyperventilating in the middle of the night. You don't toss and turn, or struggle to maintain a steady period of rest. This night is probably the easiest you've ever slept in a very, very long time.
Monday, September 25th, 1989
You're woken up the next morning by Robin, who hands you a bowl of cereal. She sits cross-legged beside you holding a bowl of her own, taking a large bite of Frosted Flakes into her mouth. "Thanks, Rob." You say sleepily, sitting up in your nest to eat. "What time is it?" You ask, rubbing your eyes.
"Seven-thirty. Don't worry, plenty of time before class." Robin replies, assuring you that you won't be late. "How'd you sleep?"
"Great, actually. For the first time in months, probably." You scoff lightly. You can't believe that all it took to get a good night's sleep was to be sandwiched between your friends on the floor.
"I'm glad to hear it, Y/N. You deserve it, after what you've been through."
"Careful Robin, you might make this 'Vickie' of yours jealous." You joke, the two of you laughing quietly. Mom's still passed out on the couch, but Nancy is nowhere in sight. "Where's Nance?" You ask, looking around to see if she's in the kitchen.
"She went home. Said she had some stuff to do with Karen for the wedding. Invitations, or something like that." Robin explains as she chews.
"Oh, okay." You shrug, digging into your own breakfast now. "Is the van still out there?" You question, hoping you don't have to see any evidence of last night's incident sitting in the driveway.
"Yeah. But Steve called last night and said he and Eddie would come get it once you've already left today. I talked to him for a minute, I didn't wanna wake you."
"What did he say?" You ask, curious to know how Eddie was doing.
"You sure you wanna know? I don't want to upset you." Robin says, giving you a cautious glance.
"I'm sure. I can take it." You nod.
"Okay, well...Steve said Eddie was even worse once they got to the apartment. He threw up. A lot. And he was just a mess, still crying for you and begging Steve to bring him back here." She pauses, gauging your reaction. You nod for her to keep going, and she does. "Steve did his best to calm him down, and managed to get him into some clean pajamas and at least lay in bed. He put Arwen in there with him, and he sat there until Eddie fell asleep."
"So, Steve stayed there all night?" You can't help all the questions, despite the plan you'd initially made to push Eddie out of your mind and focus on your own life. You love him too much to pretend you don't care. You have to know that he's not going to end up hurting himself.
"Yeah. Mostly to make sure the dingus wouldn't choke on his own puke, I'm sure. Steve seemed pretty pissed about the whole thing." She says.
"Really? I suppose we might've woken him up." You reply guiltily, considering how annoyed Steve must have been to be dragged into your drama.
"Oh, no, no! He was pissed at Eddie!" Robin clarifies, putting a hand on your shoulder.
"Oh." You roll your eyes at yourself for drawing the wrong conclusion.
"Yeah, he's definitely not a fan of Eddie making you cry. He gets very defensive of his friends." She explains further.
"But Eddie's his friend, too." You retort, not understanding the logic there.
"Well, yeah. But he hurt you, Y/N. In a pretty awful way, at that. Steve's seen all the shit you've had to go through, with Tommy and the trial and everything. We all have. And we were all under the impression that Eddie would never cause you that kind of pain." She speaks emphatically, showing you just how much she and the others care about you, that they understand your situation.
"Yeah, so was I." You huff, flicking the soggy pieces of cereal around your bowl with your spoon.
"But I will say, as much as we're all royally pissed at Eddie, I can understand why he didn't want to tell you." She says cautiously, noting your furrowing brow. "Don't get me wrong, he should've been honest from the beginning. But try to see it from his perspective. He did this awful thing, because he was hurting. And once it was over, he regretted it to a point where he hid it from everyone."
"I do see it, Robin. I've spent hours thinking about it from his point of view. But he still lied to me. How can I ever trust him again? How do I know he won't go back to her?" You ask as a couple tears drip into the bowl in your lap, forming translucent swirls in the milk.
"Y/N." Robin sighs. "There is no way in hell that he wants anyone on this entire planet besides you. I promise you that. Look, I'm not saying you should forgive him, or take him back. Alright? Just...think it over. Make sure you listen to your enormous heart, and that genius mind of yours, before you decide anything. Okay?"
"Okay." You nod, appreciating her advice. Those two things, your head and your heart, are currently all mixed up right now. So much of you wants to take Eddie back, to forget all about this and be happy again. But the other part can't stop picturing him with Chrissy, their mouths and hands all over each other. You also can't stop replaying the dishonest words he said to put your mind at ease months ago: There's nothing to worry about, sweetheart. Chrissy's a very dutiful wife, and I'm only interested in pursuing you...
Robin does you the favor of driving you to school. She's proving herself to be your closest friend as of late, and you're so thankful to have her on your side. You don't say much during the ride, your mind wandering to all sorts of places as you look out the window. You wonder how Eddie's doing, probably nursing a major hangover after the stunt he pulled last night. You wonder if Arwen is doing okay without you there, if she's meowing incessantly, searching the apartment for you. You wonder what Steve's night has been like, if he got any amount of sleep while watching over your man. 'My man.' What the hell does that even mean anymore?, you ask yourself. You sigh aloud as Robin pulls up to the college.
"I'll pick you up after your shift, Y/N. You gonna be okay today?" Robin asks as you sling your bag over your shoulder.
"I'll survive. Thanks for the ride, Rob. I'll see you later." You answer flatly, forcing a small smile. Though it falls away as quickly as it arrives.
"Later." She gives you a sympathetic look and a little wave. You close the passenger door, and she drives off to start her day at Family Video. You go inside the school building, heading to your first course of the day.
Your classes go alright, it's easy enough to shut off the emotional side of your brain and focus on taking notes. You blindly copy down the words your professors say, and anything vital they put on their chalkboards. You're running on autopilot, refusing to let yourself think or feel anything except 'that's important, write that down'. Everything else is locked away in a box, shoved to a deep dark corner until you can open it once you're alone. Old habits die hard, and your tendency to shut down and hide is currently fighting for its life.
You walk a few blocks to the theater once you're done with class, still feeling rather numb as you step through the door. You head straight for the restroom to change clothes, ready to dive headfirst into work and further remove yourself from inner turmoil. You slip into your uniform, your armor. You straighten everything out in the mirror and take a deep breath, before going into the office to start the day. You step past the threshold to the break room, stopping dead in your tracks when you see a familiar head of long curls digging through your shared locker. You debate turning around and running away, perhaps to hole up in the projection booth with Milo until the coast is clear. That is, until Jamie acknowledges you, holding a cup of coffee in hand.
"Hey, Y/N. How was your weekend?" Jamie asks, making you cringe. You notice Eddie flinch with his back still turned to you. What is he even doing here? You were sure he was too fucked up to come in today. You only hope he'll have the good sense to stay the hell out of your way.
"It was fine. How was yours?" You reply, forcing your feet to keep moving toward the office.
"Oh, it was great. I went out with that girl I told you about, Trudy. We had dinner at this Italian place..." Jamie continues talking, but you're not really paying attention. You pretend to be doing something important at the desk, shuffling papers around to keep your eyes pointed downwards.
"That's nice." You say casually, daring to look up for a moment to see if Eddie's left the room yet. He hasn't. In fact, he's leaning against the lockers now, appearing rather desperate to talk to you. He taps his foot on the floor, and his arms are crossed to keep his hands from fidgeting. He looks like complete and utter shit, too. He bears a pale, almost green complexion, with dark circles around his bloodshot eyes. "You okay with being on concessions today?" You ask Jamie, while still gazing in Eddie's direction. You can't help yourself, despite it being the very last place you want to look. You know he won't drop this, unless you handle it now.
"Sure thing, boss!" Jamie salutes you goofily, heading on his way. It's just you and Eddie in the space now, and the tension is palpable. Neither of you know what to say. You certainly don't have any desire to do whatever dance this is at all. You've got too much work to do.
You sit down in the office chair, pulling your empty schedule sheets closer to you. You retrieve a pencil from the metal cup on the desk, finding any way to not make eye contact as you speak. "What is it, Eddie?" You ask coldly, immediately regretting saying anything at all.
"Can we talk一" He starts to ask, but you cut him off with a loud scoff.
"No, we can't. I've got a lot of work to do. And I honestly don't have time to hear a half-baked apology right now." You snip.
"I am sorry, though. For being a total idiot last night." Eddie apologizes anyway, making you sigh.
"Yeah, it was pretty fuckin' stupid." You pause for a moment, and meet his eyes again. "You realize you could've killed yourself, right? Or someone else? What the fuck were you thinking?" You ask rapid fire questions angrily, your task falling to the wayside. You can't hide your concern for him. Things could have been so much worse last night. You could have lost him forever. If you haven't already.
"I know it was dumb, Y/N. I didn't mean to make things worse. But I was out of my mind. I just...can't handle being without you." He explains sadly, pulling on your heartstrings.
"Yeah, well, you're gonna have to learn, Eddie. I'm not your girlfriend right now, and I don't know if I will be again. But I have to figure that out on my own. These drunken stunts, and the calls to my house, and trying to talk to me when I'm not ready are only making that more difficult." You buckle down, not allowing Eddie's more than evident pain to sway you in your resolve. It's been less than forty-eight hours, not nearly enough time to make up your mind.
"I know. I'm sorry, pri一 Y/N." He corrects himself, sparing the pet names.
"Okay. So, when we're at work, we are coworkers only. I'm your supervisor, and you'll do as I say and fuck off. Got it?" You don't mean to be so harsh, but you don't really know what else to do.
"Yeah. Got it, boss." Eddie says with shaky breath, remembering all the times he's called you that in bed, all the times he said it to you as a genuine term of endearment. But now, those romantic meanings no longer exist. It's just another bland, boring word like all the rest. "Where do you want me?" He asks, still needing an assignment. He cannot wait to leave the room before he breaks down crying again. He also urgently needs a trip to the restroom to throw up.
"Ticket booth, please." You answer shortly, returning to your paperwork. Eddie leaves without another word, and the air returns to the room. One more minute of that, and you might have suffocated.
You spend an hour or so working out the schedules for the next couple weeks, putting yourself and Eddie as far away from each other as possible. It's a struggle, to be sure. But you can't see his annoyingly sad, handsome face every day while you're debating what's best for you. You put the papers on the bulletin board once you're finished, and grab the sheets you need for inventory. You trod along to the storage closet, taking your time filling in the numbers once you're inside. You don't have much else to do today, besides making sure everyone's on task and everything is running smoothly.
It's nice and quiet in here, blocking out the sounds of customers filing in, and the loud pops of the popcorn machine. No one comes in looking for more paper cups, or a fresh case of Red Vines. For the first time in the last couple of days, you feel a small sliver of peace. You get to just be, filling out your little boxes without having to worry about anything else. The outside world beyond the closet door is miles away, leaving you alone in a way that is far from lonely. You could get used to this. If only you were able to hide out in this mini fortress of solitude all day. Eventually though, you pencil in the last little number in the last little box on your clipboard. Perhaps a smoke break is in order after your efforts.
You put the completed inventory back in the office for Mr. Biggs to sign off on, and retrieve your pack of smokes and lighter from your bag. You go out the side door to the alley, and lean against the brick wall while slipping a cig between your lips. You bring the lighter to the tip, inhaling deeply to start the burn. It's your first smoke since you left the apartment. You suppose you've been putting off feeding your Eddie-induced nicotine addiction, as the mere taste of smoke reminds you of him. But you can't put it off another minute, you've been craving this far longer than you'd like to admit.
"Trouble in paradise?" Jamie asks, drawing your eyes his way. You hadn't even noticed the door opening again, too absorbed in numbing your stress with tobacco.
"You could say that." You reply, forcing a smile.
"I noticed how tense you and Eddie were earlier. I figured something happened between you too." He says, tossing the large trash bag he'd brought outside into the dumpster. It lands with a loud thunk as it hits the bottom of the bin.
"Yeah. It definitely did." You say shortly, not particularly interested in talking about your relationship problems with your coworker.
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that. You guys are great together, we all think so. I hope you're able to work things out." Jamie says kindly, picking up on your cagey-ness. He may have been your lab partner once upon a time, but that doesn't exactly make you close friends.
"Yeah." You add simply, shrugging your shoulders as you take a long drag. You don't really know what else to say. You appreciate the sentiment, everyone is rooting for you. But you can't help wondering if all their support for the relationship is worth it.
"I'd better get back in, Max needs me." Jamie leaves you alone, feeling rather awkward about this small conversation. He doesn't blame you for being a bit cold to him. It appears whatever happened between you and Eddie must have been pretty bad.
"Fuck." You sigh to yourself once he's gone, pinching the bridge of your nose. Jamie was only trying to be nice. You didn't have to act so goddamn detached. You just want to pretend to be normal, at least until the workday is over. You won't spend your time telling all your underlings about your personal, private business. You won't dredge up all the bullshit in a place where tears and sobs do no good. You refuse to be anything but a supervisor today. You stub out your cig, having only smoked half of it, and head back inside to finish this stupid fucking day.
"How'd it go?" Robin asks as you slide into the passenger seat after closing time.
"Ugh, it was awful. Eddie showed up after all." You sigh, tossing your bag in the backseat.
"Oh, god. Really?" She groans on your behalf. She can imagine how difficult that must have been for you. "Did he say anything?"
"Yeah, that he was sorry for last night. He wanted to have a 'real talk', but I told him no. I told him that I need time to figure this out, and that he needs to leave me the fuck alone until I do." You explain grumpily, hating the fact that you spoke to him at all. You could've ignored him, let him stare at you dumbly until he gave up and walked away on his own. But you didn't. He knew you wouldn't. Because he knows you still love and care about him, despite everything.
"Good. I'm proud of you for putting your foot down." Robin says with a smile.
"Thanks. I don't feel proud. But I appreciate it, I guess." You laugh dryly.
"You'll get through this, Y/N. And you have all of us to help you do that." She reassures you, taking hold of your hand. You squeeze it tight, happy to accept the platonic affection. She's right. Things will get easier every day, you just have to stick with it and keep your head up. You'll decide whether or not going back to Eddie is what you really want. And you'll have your friends and family supporting you the entire way.
To be continued...
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Hei! Thsi is my first time requesting, i hope this is how it goess..?? Can you please do Platonic Yandere Denji + Platonic Yan Aki w/ touchy reader? (hugs,clinging onto arm) etc. ^_^
[I am glad to hear! Of course, although I will make it a bit short because I still need to adapt well to Denji and Aki's personalities, I need to assimilate them to understand them]
Since you were a child you have been kind and stubborn, having to deal alone with problems beyond your age, it was when you met this child: He was dirty and ragged, he cried when his knee was scraped, from there he was your first of many helps you gave him. Thus began your friendship, you gave him food and love.
❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢When they were children and he met you for the first time, Denji thought you were an angel fallen from heaven. He had never known kindness and affection from another person before. Since then he vowed to protect you from harm, so that you would never lose that warm smile. The one that made him feel so special, even though he sometimes got jealous when you gave the same smile to animals and acquaintances. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢You used to feed him a lot, of that he wasn't wrong, you really were kind. Then when the pochita incident happened, he got depressed at first, he didn't know what his purpose was now until he saw you in the middle of the chaos…. You embraced him. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢Now that you are both demon hunters, Denji always makes sure to fight by your side on every mission. He couldn't bear to see you hurt. If he ever noticed you were in danger, he would instantly transform into Chainsaw Man to defend you, no matter what price he has to pay (We already saw how crazy he is to the point of enduring the pain of severed limbs or wounds). ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢He loves the moments when you can rest together. He loves the way you stroke his hair when he is resting on your legs, he feels like a baby in your arms. He is comforted just by your presence. Sometimes he even falls asleep imagining the life they could have if the world wasn't plagued by demons, how Onee-san/Imouto would call you and you would congratulate him on graduating from school…. even though he has never gone. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢He always watches you from afar to make sure you're okay. If he notices you're sad or stressed, he'll go out of his way to make you laugh again. He hates to see you suffer. His biggest motivation is to see you happy and protected, even as a small favor for teaching him the basics. Things like reading or writing his name, giving you love….
❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢On nights when he has nightmares of the past (or pochita's death), he seeks refuge in your arms. He knows that with you he is safe and that his inner demons cannot reach him. You are his only home in this world where he is not seen as trash or something usable. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢Denji would be very sad and worried if he noticed that you put your safety before his. Like all those times as a kid when you helped him hunt demons because he wanted to return the favor by making you money. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢He would flatly refuse to let you participate in any mission that involves risk. He'd rather deal with demons by himself than see you in danger, if it's still mandatory for you to go, then he'll do everything for you. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢If you try to protect him by risking your life, he may panic and get out of control. Only the sound of your voice would calm him down. He would spend sleepless nights thinking of ways to make you understand how vital you are to him. He can't bear the thought of losing the most important person. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢He may call out to you in agitation, teary-eyed, begging you not to act so recklessly anymore. Seeing you hurt is his worst nightmare. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢If the situation were extreme and you were at high risk, he would probably stand between you and danger even if it meant harming himself. He would a thousand times rather suffer himself than see you suffer.
Denji would give anything to ensure your well-being and protection. It is very difficult for him to see you deliberately put in danger for his sake. You are what he loves most.
When Aki passes away in front of his eyes, Denji's heart shatters. It is too much for him to bear so much pain.
But then he remembers that you still have light by his side. He runs to find you, knowing that only you can calm the hurricane inside him.
He finds you crying too for the loss of the friend, so he hugs you tightly as he lets out all his pain in a sea of tears. Gradually, as he feels your comforting caresses on his back, the sobs subside.
"I am no longer alone…you are here with me" Your presence is like a balm to his broken soul. You kiss his forehead repeatedly, Denji still inhaling that scent that means 'home' to him.
"Thank you…for never leaving me. You are my strength, Onee-chan." Denji knows that as long as he has you by his side, he can get through any adversity. You are his grounding cable.
When Power sacrifices herself, Denji returns to seek refuge in your arms. Despite the disgust he feels with himself, you embrace him with a motherly warmth.
"You are not weak…you are only human. And we humans feel, we suffer, and we rise again." Your words heal him inside as if they were balm. With you he feels understood.
Denji would give anything to protect that smile that saves him when he needs it most. You are his safe harbor, his reason to go on.
Since Aki has met you, you have shown nothing but friendship and kindness, even if he is initially reluctant to open up to you… Given his experiences in this bloody world where lives are lost.
❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢Aki always admires you as someone strong and trustworthy. Although he sees Himeno more as a superior, he sees you as a sister due to the proximity of your ages, he admires your leadership skills and your wisdom in difficult situations. After a hard day hunting demons, Aki finds comfort in your kitchen. You make sure he eats well, take care of him and Himeno. Food becomes a way to bond as a makeshift family. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢When Aki has nightmares about losing his family, you let him spend the night with you so he doesn't have to be alone. Waking up to your smiling face soothes him. Over time, the nightmares become less frequent. Aki picks up some of your best habits, like taking breaks and not overworking himself, as you warn him. He begins to take better care of himself thanks to your influence. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢You help Aki train and improve his sword skills. Fights with you push him to hone his skills, while providing him with a fun outlet for stress. Aki comes to see you as one of his most formidable opponents. On days off, you and Aki enjoy relaxing activities like going to the arcade or having picnics in the park. Simple pleasures help him feel like a normal young man again from time to time. Knowing that he can always count on your support gives Aki the courage to follow his path, even in his darkest hours, to the end. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢Aki always feels more comforted and secure wrapped in your warm hugs after a stressful mission. He likes it when you wrap your arms around him protectively, especially if he was injured.
"I'm fine, don't worry," he would say even though deep down he knows it's a lie and can't see your silly face, yet he ignores that pain in favor of being comforted by your presence and care. He affectionately calls you "Imouto/Onee-san" or simply your name in a sigh of gratitude. These moments of tenderness make him feel that there is still goodness left in the world. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢Aki tries to repay you for the great favor you do by feeding him and taking good care of him all this time. He gained culinary skills by watching you in the kitchen and now loves to cook for you, just to see your smile when you taste his dishes. "I hope you like it," he would say eager for your opinion. When he manages to surprise you with some special treat, he feels rewarded for hours of practice. He wants the chance to take care of you too, even if it's in the kitchen. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢Aki sometimes gets a little jealous when you spend too much time with other people, as if they might steal you away from him. He knows it's ridiculous as he trusts you completely. But he can't help those possessive feelings for the one he considers his family. Try not to be obvious with his jealousy and trust that you will always come back to him, as you have done unconditionally so far. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢Aki's greatest fear is losing you too. If you are in danger, desperation overpowers him and he will do anything to save you even if he has to face you. "Don't risk yourself like this, please. I couldn't bear to see another loved one go," he would plead with tears in his eyes. You are too important for you to give your life for his. He will fight by your side but never at your expense.
The noise of the battle around us faded. All Aki could see was your pale face in his arms, your eyes narrowing as you struggled to breathe.
"No… please don't." He whispered through his tears. "Don't leave me too."
You took his hand in yours weakly, trying to smile. "I'm sorry… I made… a promise… to protect… all of you…"
"Don't say that!" shouted Aki, pressing your body against him. "You'll be fine, you'll see! Just… hold on, please"
You shook softly. "Take care… of the others… Ani/Otouto… Keep… fighting"
"Don't you dare die!" He sobbed, leaning down so that their foreheads touched, "You're the only good thing I have left…. I can't lose you to."
Your eyes slowly closed as you caressed his cheek. "I'll always… be… with you… Ani/Otouto"
With your last breath, Aki roared in pain to the sky. You lay motionless in his arms, a faint smile on your lips. From that moment on, a part of Aki died with you.
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Irving Penn Hell's Angels, San Francisco 1967
“There is an important difference between the words 'losers' and 'outlaw.' One is passive and the other is active, and the main reason the Angels are such good copy is that they are acting out the day-dreams of millions of losers who don't wear any defiant insignia and who don't know how to be outlaws. The streets of every city are thronged with men who would pay all the money they could get their hands on to be transformed-even for a day-into hairy, hard-fisted brutes who walk over cops, extort free drinks from terrified bartenders and thunder out of town on big motorcycles after raping the banker's daughter. Even people who think the Angels should all be put to sleep find it easy to identify with them. They command a fascination, however reluctant, that borders on psychic masturbation.” Hunter S. Thompson, "Hell's Angels" 1967
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