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BONUS VALENTINE~
And a name drop……. Her name is Yuzuka. The first half Yuzu has 2 meanings, one being the Yuzu citrus fruits which fit very well. The second half of the kanji refers to sweet pastries or confectionaries. She is a chef so pretty fitting
#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer#artists on tumblr#demon slayer art#kny oc art#kny oc#kny ocs#my oc stuff#my oc art#demon oc#KNY demon oc#Yuzuka#KNY Yuzuka#my sweety <3#citrus fruits are her vibe omg#in a modern au I imagine she has a tattoo of the belladonna plant#girlie likes her plants#like a waking encyclopaedia
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Wh…. Why does An have what looks to be seven (and presumably more) mint plants in her room….???
Isn’t. Isn’t mint like. Infamous for growing like crazy. Like a single pot can last you for life type crazy. Why. Why does she have seven. An how much mint do you have. Are you ok An. There’s not even anything else on the balcony is she planning to turn it into a greenhouse. For mint.???? Has she been taken over by the mint??? Is the mint forcing her to do this???? Is the mint planning world domination???? Is An willingly helping the mint achieve world domination????? Did she sign a contract with the mint???? Does the mint pay her???? I need to know.
#project sekai#pjsk#prsk#pjsk an#an shiraishi#an pjsk#shiraishi an#vbs an#vbs an shiraishi#Maybe they’re not all mint I’m not a plant girlie#They look like mint to me based on google search results#But idk maybe they’re not#Did she maybe have other plants??? That were taken over by mint??? And she surrendered to her new mint overlords???#Or did she decide she needed seven mint plants.#I have So Many Questions#I know she uses them for the cafe but surely she doesn’t need that much mint right#Maybe a plant person can enlighten me…..
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if y'all ever want a bit of modern harlivy angst that ends happy and doesn't feel laced with ooc toxicity in the like "oh the writer's apparent reference for ivy's characteristics in their relationship is plant ivy and that's it wow..." I'd recommend their little story from DC's Harley Quinn Romances cause <33333 it's very special to me
they make me unreasonably emotional
Ivy after reading Harley's au fic where she gets to punch Joker with her at prom:
#girlies really went and started making out in a rare flower very iconic#and the comment about ofc a plant would come before me 😭😭😭😭 because everything has always come before her in past relationships#so she shouldn't be surprised#but like it was only So important to get there on time so Harley could have the full experience of HER present#and like the way Ivy wasn't expecting her here#so she was fully ready to flat out take the whole ass plant back to her just so she could see it bloom#harley quinn#harleen quinzel#poison ivy#pamela isley#dc comics#harlivy#also there are full pages of the fic thats why it seems abrupt in the parts posted where Harley's asking if she's listening#there's time between them skdjsks#tw clown boy#even tho he is just being humiliated <3 skdjskks
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emilie is sooo flower based omg. she was made for me
#personal stuff#delete later#she is going to be vital to my teyvat flora document i can tell < remembering tighnari literally tells us nothing abt plants#a little sad no mondstadt characters in the new event but it's whatever. other characters need their time in the spotlight i GUESS#i actually do love nilou's new outfit. she looks so cute. love her wreath.#and KIRARA!!!!! SHE LOOKS ADORABLE. I LOVE HER HAT#also the train in this event..... this is setup for natlan natlan is going to have to do with space and going to other worlds TRUST#the little paper creatures... also the witch statue. we ARE getting more hexenzirkel lore!!#i love emilie actually she's so cute.#helps that the natlan characters kinda look like ass.#OOH. THE NEW COSMETICS THING IN THE IMAGINARIUM THEATER.... HELLOOO#no spices from the west :((#okay natlan teaser. the designs are. hm.#they're about what i expected. i wasn't really expecting hyv to make any really Good designs for natlan like. we all saw sumeru#they do look like pokemon trainers. tbh.#the blue girlie even has the same ''white person who has gone outside'' skin tone they gave to that one lady#a little upset because i KNOW after we get that blue themed girl we're not going to get a furina surfing outfit <///3#also hyv adding australia into the mix of cultural inspiration uugh. can they shut the fuck up oh my god#like yeah sure fine just use the entire fucking southern hemisphere who cares. i guess. no one will be able to tell the difference
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For OCtober Day 2
she's an old OC but is full of love and plants
#shroomart#OC#original character#fleur#inktober 2023#inktober#oc tober#plant girlie is here#OCtober#so she's mute and like 5th of 7 siblings in a family of other plant people#she's an og oc and brings me great comfort to draw her
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weird identity post warning
i’m a trans man who thought i was a lesbian for a long time and i figured it out eventually but when i did i was really hesitant to let go of the label bc i had found so much community through it. i’d found people who understood me, queer shows and movies, and music that i resonated with. and even though it’s not for me anymore, i still feel very connected to that, especially the music, but i also often feel like i’m not allowed to enjoy it or that i’m intruding on something that is only for wlw, or even just women in general. and i can always understand and connect with it because of my experience before i transitioned but when i engage with certain media, especially in public, it still looks and feels like i’m intruding or trying to make it about me. i feel kind of stuck sometimes- like i’m trying to step away from things that were not made for me, but by doing that there isn’t much that i can connect with. everything made for men is never for all men, it’s for cis men. everything for trans men is either kalvin garrah-fied or cavetown and there’s hardly ever an in between. don’t get me wrong, i enjoy cavetown, but i want something outside of that. anyways. there’s no resolution to this, i don’t have a solution or whatever, i just wanted to say it and see if anyone resonates
#miles thots#i’ve actually been wanting to say it for a long time i just couldn’t find the words#and i don’t think that this perfectly encapsulates what i feel but it’s the best i can do#this came up today bc i’ve been really enjoying boygenius but again- it’s not for me#and i feel really guilty taking up that space#and the guilt has been coming up a lot more recently with more people saying ‘this is for the girlies’ or ‘only girls will understand’ and-#just the whole ‘girl’ language in general especially as a swiftie. like ‘taylor swift girlies’ and i’m just some dude who happened to be a#girl when i started listening to her and now am not but i still love her and her music but i feel like i’m not allowed to or i’m taking spac#from a woman who Actually belongs here#and then the barbie movie and i’m like- i get it i really do but i’m a man so i shouldn’t get it#idk!!#wait fuck this applies to tattoos too with my lavender plant and small tattoos and i feel like i’m not being a man the right way or like i’m#trying to be like women but i swear i’m not- i just happen to share experiences with them and therefore interests
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quick concept for ruth’s (and her loud roommate’s) cottage :
[Plain text ID: a digital monochrome drawing of a Flatland pentagon-shaped house with various rooms on a grey background. There are various pieces of geometric furniture inside the house, which include shapes like squares, rectangles, circles and flowers. There are four occupants of the house; two line-shaped creatures and two smaller star-shaped creatures. End ID.]
and with some room labels
[Plain text ID: the same drawing as above, but with labels added around the outside of the house. From the top centre going clockwise, the labels read as follows: "ruth's room", "liz's room", "storage / laundry / tiny library" "lounge", "main entrance" and "kitchen".
End ID.]
key under the cut
key :
✽ - houseplants
□ - closed boxes / storage structures (cabinets, etc.)
⊡ - liz’s locked box with a green colour sample
★ - cats (jinx (black cat) and socks (grey tabby))
◦ - glowpoints
▥ - ruth’s wardrobe (in ruth’s room) / liz’s wardrobe (in liz’s room) / small bookshelf (in storage / laundry / tiny library room)
E - sofa (large one) / cats’ side-by-side beds (smaller one)
▭ - television
┐and ╒╕ - open boxes / shelves
#i know half of those key symbols don’t match up to the drawing#i also know that flatland houses don’t really look like this on the interior#and that the beds are kinda their own room#but shhhhhh#drew the plants with reference to journal 3 instead of actual flatland plants like in the movie bc i am NOT doing that#forgot what tvs look like so it’s just a rectangle okay#flatland#elizabeth huntsworth#ruth galton#but i forgot the houses are pentagons and not hexagons#so i just went with it and i drew her entire house as a hexagon instead#i thought ‘wait are they actually hexagons or not’ ? NO APPARENTLY NOT#dw ruth and liz can read bc i said so <3#hence the ‘tiny library’ specifically#this has been sitting as a draft for a month now get out there girlie#will the circle be unbroken
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am i crazy for being a little pissed off at my friend. she asked me to come water her plants while she's out of town for a week. she lives with TWO other people and i live 15 minutes away in a different fucking town, and i work another 15 minutes in the opposite direction (hint: it is extraordinarily out of my way and a pain in the ass to water her plants). Also they're plants?? 1 week without water isn't going to kill them???? just water them heavily right before leaving and again as soon as you get back. argh im just feeling like a piece of meat thats available to her to use for any stupid purpose
#honestly its just like being back in middle school when i didn't have any Good Friends. just people who wanted me to do things for them#like damn i dont know. i feel like im sitting in my therapists office and shes telling me i dont have to do everything people tell me to#and have i made like no progress on that? in fucking 8 years?#but for my own selfish reasons i need to keep this friend around until i graduate. i need someone to help me with food engineering.#or i could say fuck it and just lone wolf again... i did it for the first 2 years of college....#ive left her text on read since tuesday because like no i cant water your plants. theres like 5 options better than making me do it.#shes got her two roommates. her very good friend and coworker. the freshman. any of the knitting people she hangs out with.#bro i live in a different fucking postal code im not driving to town to water some plants that dont need water#actually yeah im saying fuck it. i dont need her. she doesnt bring joy or love when we hang out and im tired of her policing my words#girlie i will not be watering your plants and frankly this might be it. goodbye#diary post
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opinion: ro’s character might be a lot more useful narrative-wise if her being a microbiologist wasn’t just acknowledged, but explored.
in the books, we see her show the characters (and consequently, the reader) that she knows what she’s doing, and that ogres pride themselves on having a lot of knowledge when it comes to microbiology. particularly using that knowledge to make effective weapons, both almost harmless and lethal.
but there’s so much more potential w/ ogre microbiology than just them having good weapons because of it. ogres (authorities, at least, like ro) being interested enough in expanding their microbiology knowledge that they’d be willing to collaborate more with other species? like how they cooperated with lady cadence on figuring out how soporidine works? it could open so many doors!
we could have ro branching out to make ‘trial run’ alliances with other species (like elves, goblins, and most importantly, gnomes) to do joint studies of how certain things work on a microscopic and ‘normal’ scale. we could see that her being a princess doesn’t just mean she’s a good fighter and that she’s got connections, but she can also be a diplomat. it’d make her being in the lost cities a lot more important, plus, it’d be a great chance for shannon to flex some worldbuilding. ro could also flesh out connections she’s made in the lost cities (like with sophie’s bodyguards [i’m thinking of flori and sandor in particular] and elvin authorities she’s had to deal w/ like mr. forkle and the council) through sharing or gaining knowledge as a microbiologist.
using ro as a character-driven plot device, ogres could add ‘willing to cooperate even with creatures we have negative history with for science’ to their reputation among other enlightened species. it’d make ogres more nuanced, and maybe, if shannon decided to go this route, cause problems for elves who claim their interspecies role is being peacekeepers.
#i am having brainworms about the untapped potential of ro as a character ok#i wanna see her be more than the stand-in for wattpad sokeefe girlies!!#believe it or not this is the shorter version of what i originally wrote#like. she doesn't have to give up being an excellent warrior!! she doesn't have to give up being snarky!!#but she can be less 'oh look what i know and you don't hahaha LOSER'#and more 'listen if i give you this info will you tell me how this works?'#and it'd be so much more interesting!#also her maybe bonding with elwin over biology would be SUCH a win#strangers to 'you seem cool and we're also the closest keefe has to parental figures of sorts so we're bros now'#like. c'mon. it'd be so great man#also i keep picturing ro picking up flori and putting her on her shoulder#and walking around wildwood and going 'tell me how this works from your pov'#after pointing at some gnomish phenomenon#and then listening to flori ramble#and then when she's done going 'alright. that sounds funky in a good way. wanna see what science has to add?'#and then ro whips out a microscope she just has bundled up in one of her ten million pockets and runs a mini experiment with flori#manipulating the plant to do something and ro looking in the microscope and adding commentary on how that works on a cellular level#and them becoming friends!! perhaps. maybe even. because i have accidentally dug myself into a new rarepair hell. lovers#ogre queen ro being independent on the throne is something i love and is realistic#but it'd also be fun from a fanon point to have her just have a gnomish gf. or permanent fiancee. or wife#like. oh yeah i killed the guy my dad forced me to marry so i could get the throne after my dad died.#yeah i'm committed to this cute little gnome that i met because our charges were dating back when i was a bodyguard#pleeeeease. ro's snark + flori's genuine attitude towards everything?? them bringing out their main traits in each other??#plus the fucking HEIGHT DIFFERENCE?? it'd be so cute oh my god#as a lesbian of short stature i think flori deserves a tall buff lady to sweep her off her feet#also flori sweeping ro off her feet using a tree or something would be funny as FUCK#might ramble on ro and sandor tolerating each other better because of studying how transforming a corpse to gold works and then expanding#that concept to apply to other things would be cool to see#kotlc#keeper of the lost cities
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Growing up is realizing how hot Dan really is and how perfect he is for Piper.
#lab rambles#im a leo girlie at my core#against my better judgement#he really is my second to least favorite of her boyfriends#(jeremy the first)#(im only on season two in my rewatch and its been a bit)#anyway im obsessed with dan where can i find a man like him#charmed#piper halliwell#the plant watches#<- i always forget that one
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Wondering why i have no money vs the pile of stuff in front of me
#redoing my crested geckos tank bc it looks like shit#she deserves a bioactive#earthmix soil is ridiculously priced actually idk why i even bothered when the cocobot husk i have will work alone#spoiling that girlie i got her some nice plants n everything
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some janky late-night/early-morning art
#lucy doodles#my art#oc art#oc artist#lucys babies#so this is fola#all two of you who see her say hi#shes my special darling#manipulative teenage girl trope my beloved#shes my life magic girlie#the gardens and despite her magic type being VERY plant its the last thing youd expect#take mel arcane and make her 16 and bloodthirsty but only in the political metaphorical way#and even MORE mommy issues#gang do we wanna see more of my oc art?#ill post what i post when i post no matter what#as the neurospicy demands#but i would like to know#i do like to be appreciated
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hey! could u do a rafe x reader with kinda the grumpy and sunshine/ mean to everyone but me trope? like the reader is super girly and a total sweetheart like wouldn’t hurt a fly and no one expected rafe to be able to pull her? maybe like other guys have made moves on her but for some reason she only wants him
Untouchable || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
A/n: THANK U FOR THE REQUEST!!!!! (the gif above is what I envision Rafe's appearance to be in this fic)
Warnings: none :)
Word count: 1,178
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Divider by @yoonitos
"Oh look, Rafe's here," Chelsea leans in to whisper to all of you girls. All heads turn to where she is subtly pointing. Rafe Cameron, with his buzzed hair and brooding expression, strides through the country club, his presence commanding attention.
You can't help but notice how your friends’ eyes widen, their expressions a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Kaycee sighs, shaking her head. "It's such a shame he's so grumpy and mean all the time. He's good-looking, but that attitude just ruins everything."
A few of the girls agree with her words, their eyes still on Rafe. You're about to respond when you catch Rafe’s gaze from across the club. His intense blue eyes lock onto yours, and to your surprise, he starts walking toward your table. Your friends' chatter fades into the background as he approaches, and you can feel the tension rising.
"Guys?" Kaycee whisper yells, her eyes darting nervously between you and Rafe. Before you can answer, Rafe is standing beside you. Without a word, he wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close.
Your friends silently watch as he plants a soft kiss on your lips. The world seems to pause for a moment, the only sound your heart pounding in your chest. When he finally pulls away, he gives you a smile that’s reserved just for you. "Hey, babe," he says, his voice low and intimate. You smile back, feeling a warmth spread through you. "Hey, Rafe."
Your friends are staring, their mouths open in shock. Kaycee looks like she might faint, and Chelsea's eyes are so wide they might pop out of her head. You can practically hear their thoughts racing. "Hi ladies," Rafe nods his head to your friends as they all stumble across a response.
Rafe chuckles, clearly enjoying the reaction. "I'll see you later yeah?" he murmurs as you hum in response, giving you one last squeeze before heading to his own table. As he walks away, your friends erupt into a flurry of whispers and exclamations. "Are you serious?" Lily asks, her voice a mix of disbelief and excitement. "You and Rafe Cameron?"
You shrug, attempting to play it cool but failing miserably. "Yeah, we've been seeing each other for a while now." Kaycee shakes her head, still in shock. "I can't believe you didn't tell us! All this time, we thought you were just committed to your single streak."
Jada's eyes practically sparkle with excitement. "Not gonna lie, I've been rooting for you two since our days at Kook Academy." You laugh. Across the club, you see Rafe sitting with his friends, who are equally stunned by what they just saw. They keep glancing over at you, clearly trying to piece together how their friend who was notorious for not doing relationships end up with you.
Rafe catches your eye and gives you a wink, his usual grumpiness replaced with a rare, genuine smile as you smile back.
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As Rafe walks away from your table, the whispers and gasps of your friends gradually fade into the background. You watch him stride confidently across the pool area, his usual brooding expression softened by a small, private smile. He reaches his table, where his friends are already in various states of shock and confusion.
Kelce is the first to speak, his voice a mix of disbelief and curiosity. "Dude, what was that?" He leans forward, his eyes wide with surprise. "You're telling me you bagged Y/n Y/l/n?"
Rafe drops into his seat and picks up his drink, taking a long sip before answering. "Yeah, we’ve been together for a while now." His tone is casual, but you can see the satisfaction in his eyes as he lets the news sink in.
Topper, who has been silent until now, finally finds his voice. "How the hell did that happen?" he asks, still staring at Rafe as if he's grown a second head. "She’s turned down just about everyone on this island who’s tried, and that includes me!"
Rafe chuckles, clearly enjoying the attention. "That's just cause you guys aren't me" he says with a cocky smirk. "Or maybe I just didn’t give up." The table falls silent for a moment as his friends process this new information. Then, one by one, they start to bombard him with questions.
"How long have you been seeing her?" asks Kelce, still trying to wrap his head around the idea. "Why didn’t you tell us?" adds Topper, his tone a mix of hurt and curiosity. "And how did you even get her to go out with you?" another friend chimes in.
Rafe leans back in his chair, his demeanor relaxed and confident. "We’ve been seeing each other for a couple of months now," he begins, glancing over at you with a soft smile. "I didn’t tell you guys because we wanted to keep it private. Didn’t want everyone in our business, you know?"
Topper raises an eyebrow. "And how did you manage to win her over? She’s not exactly known for giving people a chance." Rafe laughs, a deep, genuine sound that surprises even himself. "Honestly, it wasn’t that hard," he admits with a grin.
"I had my eyes on her for a while. She’s smart and doesn’t put up with any bullshit. 'S what I like about her." He glances over at you again, mesmerised by how radiant you looked, giggling at something your friend said.
His friends exchange looks, a mix of admiration and incredulity on their faces. It’s clear they’re seeing a side of Rafe they never knew existed. "Wow, man," says Kelce, shaking his head with a grin. "I never thought I’d see the day when Rafe Cameron is all soft and in love." Rafe playfully rolls his eyes, "You guys are idiots."
Topper claps Rafe on the shoulder, a wide grin on his face. "Good for you, dude. Seriously. If anyone can handle your grumpy ass, it’s her." Rafe laughs again, the sound blending into the ambient noise of the country club. He glances back over at you, catching your eye once more. You smile at him, a warmth spreading through your chest as you see the genuine happiness in his eyes.
#fanfiction#drew starkey#rafe cameron smut#rafe x you#drew starkey x reader#drew starkey x y/n#obx fanfiction#outer banks#rafe cameron fanfiction#obx#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron#drew starkey x you#drew starkey x female reader#drew starkey x oc#rafe obx#obx fic#obx imagine#obx x reader#outer banks x reader#outer banks x you#outer banks fanfiction#topper thornton#kelce obx#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron x female reader#rafe cameron x kook!reader#rafe cameron x smut
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so once again jeremiah and belly had the best kiss of the season...... i'm giggling
#god help me next season but the parts at finch.... the piggybacks#i need an edit of book 3 the part where he carries her across campus after a party giffed to that rn.... (if only)#conrad girlies sorry that we have to take the L on this one AGAIN but consider:#the actors might just be better at kissing each other#im so glad too that they kept in jeremiah pov w susannah i was so mad they didnt have him know she was dying last season#and tbh him saying he wasnt going to smile thru everything bc that was what his mum liked him to to anymore.....#theres some promise there for a slightly different character arc bc jeremiah did not get to shrug that off in the books#like that was his grieving process. altho already i can see the seeds being planted too#tsitp
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"Loving Eddie was easy. Even on the hard days."
Aftermath | Chapter 11 | Eddie Munson
Eddie Munson x Female OC | E.M x Karmen Jones
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 Chapter 15.
Chapter Summary: The worst nurse on the ward makes a decision for Eddie that he isn't comfortable with. Karmen thinks about her family and then her compatibility with Eddie while giving up a Saturday morning sleep-in.
Story Summary: Eddie wakes up in the Upside Down after 'dying' in Dustin's arms. He wakes up again in the hospital and is reunited with his loved ones. This story covers Eddie's time in the hospital and overall physical recovery after the Upside Down.
This fic is part of the She Feels Like Home series. It sits between Boxing Day and Drop Out.
Chapter Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort , Fluff, ASL, (American Sign Language), ASD !Eddie, Autistic Eddie, Non-verbal Eddie, , Healing, Getting Better, Season 4 Spoilers, Found Family, Family Acceptance, Lore Drop, Mentions of kinks, Specifically Mommy!Dom Kink, Mentions of past relationship trauma/cheating/trust issues, patient abuse, medical abuse, talk of murder, past child abuse, mental health issues, panic attacks, suicidal ideation.
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People don’t forget. Nothing gets forgiven.
Eddie remembered someone saying that once. He couldn’t remember who, just that it had resonated with him in an unexpected way.
The quote had burrowed itself into his subconscious and sprung forth again after Chrissy’s death. When he was hiding alone at Rick’s place before the Gang found him. Before he knew about The Upside Down and Vecna. It had become a mantra in his mind. A repeating phrase that promised him no hope.
After defeating the mysterious Dark Wizard, when his life was saved and his name was cleared. He thought that the words would stop swirling in his head and finally let him rest. That things would feel normal again and he could believe if only for a little while that even if people didn’t forget, that they would forgive.
But deep down Eddie knew better than that. That whatever wise man had spoken that truth to him was correct and he was fucked, plain and simple.
People wouldn’t forget what he ‘did’ and they wouldn’t forgive him for it either. If his treatment from the staff at Hawkins Memorial Hospital was any indication of how Eddie was to live the rest of his life interacting with other people. The general public. Then he wasn’t really sure he wanted to get better and go home.
He hated the staff that worked whatever floor of the Godforsaken place he’d landed his sorry ass on. They were cold, rude and most of the time just downright nasty.
He’d gotten to know most of the nurses names by now. Recognizing them as they entered his room and gauging how his day was going to be based on the quality of care he could expect from the person that was assigned to him.
They were all terrible he’d decided before he had conversed with Nurse Jo. She had changed his mind about hoping that the whole ward burned down with all of the staff inside.
He’d let her leave with the other patients before he lit his match.
But the others could all go to hell. He ranked them in his mind from awful to atrocious and changed their places weekly based on how horrible they’d been to him.
But there was one person on the leaderboard whose place had never wavered. The top spot for number one most hated Nurse in all of Hawkins, went to Sally.
Nurse Sally had a special place in his heart.
The place he liked to keep every person that had ever wronged him in his young life. A place akin to hell where he could use them to warm his chest at the thought of them burning alive.
If being recently dismissed of a murder charge wasn’t a memory he had to sober him, he sincerely worried that Nurse Sally would finally push him over the edge.
He’d never met another person in his life that induced such a rage in him with as few words as Nurse Sally was able to.
She wasn’t even trying.
He didn’t think.
She was just… Like that.
The raggedy old bitch was only in her 60s according to intel he’d acquired while partaking in his new favorite pastime. Which was honestly just eavesdropping but he liked it better when he pretended he was watching the Hawkins spinoff of General Hospital.
Eddie had a hunch that Nurse Sally had lied on her resume and her formal medical training consisted of putting leeches on patients during the smallpox pandemic.
She was a horrible woman. The meanest by far. He felt that he knew deep down in his soul that it wasn’t even personal. It didn’t matter who he was or what people had thought he’d done. She didn’t discriminate. She hated everyone equally.
He wished he could have asked Steve about it when he’d visited. No doubt he had to deal with her as well, being on the same floor.
He could just tell she was the type of person that chastised new Mothers for not putting socks on their baby when it was 90 degrees out. The type that would watch a news story about the rise of rent prices and then call the generations after hers lazy.
She definitely drove twenty miles an hour under the speed limit and then honked at people for overtaking her.
He hated everything about her from the sting of the cold rings she refused to take off to the stench of cigarettes that followed her around. He usually loved a good cigarette but after not having them for a few weeks, the withdrawals were finally over. So if the rotten smell that brought on waves of nausea wasn’t enough to convince him that this woman was a Reptilian in disguise; The fact that her rings never warmed to what should be the natural temperature of her hands, would have him sure.
He hated her more than he hated Maureen and Eustace from a few trailers over and they had always been at the top of his mortal enemies list, just above Principal Higgins and Karmen’s neighbor Margrette.
Yes a lot of his mortal enemies were elderly women but to his defense they tended to be the demographic that hated someone like him most. Older men hated him too but their hate tended to blossom into indifference and then they left him the fuck alone. It was the women like Sally that couldn’t keep their mouth shut about his appearance or the hobbies he held.
Despite all of the flaws Nurse Sally exhibited, the decidedly worst part of her existence was that she always worked the morning shift. He had never seen her after midday and while that should be a fact that brought him comfort once she was gone. He found it extremely unnerving in the middle of the night when his painkillers were starting to wear off and his body refused to rest, that there was a chance she would be the one to come stomping through the doorway in the morning when he was at his worst and really just needed someone to take pity on him.
This particular morning she’d arrived twenty seven minutes later than usual to give him his cocktail of medicines. He understood the staff were busy and things didn’t always run smoothly in a hospital. But this was spiteful. It had been a quiet morning.
She’d rolled her eyes at his un-finished breakfast while he struggled not to writhe in pain. It had taken all the strength he had not to flip the tray table over in response to her grumbles about the cereal he couldn’t stomach, going soggy.
It would have only hurt him in the end. The strength he needed to do something so wild would drain what was left of his determination when she left him to rot in wet, milk blankets until shift change.
Instead he had closed his eyes and fantasized about running into her when he was finally free of this hellhole.
Physically.
With his car.
He wondered where she liked to take her lunch break while he shivered and gagged through the awful ordeal of swallowing his pills. Having finally graduated from morphine in the IV to oral medications.
He never thought he’d miss the icy feeling of medicine being injected directly into his bloodstream but not only did he now have to force himself to actually eat a little so he could swallow the tablets but he had to be awake and make the conscious decision to take them instead of the brief reprieves where they would inject into his IV while he slept.
He was pretty sure they weren’t supposed to do that. Probably were supposed to wake him every time but some of them just didn’t want to be forced to talk to him.
He wasn’t one to complain about going to sleep and then waking up again relatively pain free. He would have rathered it that way every time if he had the choice.
The oral medicine had nothing but drawbacks. It didn’t work anywhere near as fast and he wasn’t careful his stomach would reject them. The nurses refused to give anymore if he threw them up. He knew that technically they weren’t allowed to for safety reasons but he couldn’t help but feel that they took a little too much pleasure in reminding him of that fact.
He’d realized pretty quickly that it was important to take them as soon as he was able to have another dose. Because he would start to feel the pain again long before he was allowed to have more and if he pushed it back any further than the allotted 6 hours, there was a risk that not only would it become severe enough that it would feel like the medicine barely did anything but it would be bad enough to have him vomiting which rendered the oral medication useless anyway.
It was a horrible catch twenty two that repeated in cycles until he was lucky enough to accidentally stumble upon the combination of actions that would settle his belly and let him keep the medicine down despite the pain.
Usually the correct action was to have a few bites of food, swallow the pills as soon as he got them with as little water as possible and then lay incredibly still for several hours. Sleep if he could. But the staff was still insisting on doing his vitals every few hours and it had been long enough now that talk of Physical Therapy had started to amp up.
They wanted to get him walking again. They, being Owens men. Probably the hospital staff too but only so they could finally tell him to walk his ass out of there.
He wasn’t complaining about that part. He couldn’t wait to get out. But he was not looking forward to being yelled at by the Therapist for not walking far enough or long enough. Not trying hard enough. Despite his injuries being entirely unique to any other case they would have ever seen.
They didn’t know that and he couldn’t tell them.
He’d finished taking his pills, putting the little paper cup back down on the table hard like he’d just taken a shot. Water dripped from his lips as he took in several shaky breaths and pushed the tray away with an equally shaky hand.
He’d gotten them down. It was time to lie still now.
Except Nurse Sally had other plans for him. She’d been grunting at him for weeks now that he was an absolute mess. That even being in the hospital, not being able to walk and only having one thorough sponge bath in that timeframe was not an excuse to give up on one’s appearance.
Eddie wasn’t sure why she cared. She seemed like the type of pearl clutching witch to condemn him based on his fashion choices alone. He didn’t miss the irony that even if he did try to make an effort, she wouldn’t be happy with what he looked like. They had two entirely different ideas of what ‘presentable’ meant and only one of them was reasonable.
“-A matted rats nest!”
Eddie tuned back into her ranting mid sentence and tried to figure out what she was on about as he slowly slipped back down the bed. Intending to slide under the covers and pretend like he was in a coffin until around lunchtime when the painkillers would actually start to kick in. About 45 minutes before he was due for another dose.
He jolted away as he felt cool metal on his upper arm. Those damn rings just about giving him frostbite where she had tried to still him with her grasp.
He felt an overwhelming urge to hiss at her in response. Swat her over the head a couple of times, no claws and hope she was weirded out enough to not come back.
He didn’t.
But it was the closest he’d ever come to giving into that particular fantasy.
Instead he stared up at her with barely concealed fury. Paused in the middle of sliding down the mattress, his shaky arms barely holding himself up as she motioned for him to sit back up and snapped her fingers at him when he didn’t immediately move.
‘It’s just not in his nature.’
Wayne had told Nancy.
Good Lord Nurse Sally was starting to make him ponder if Wayne was wrong all along.
“I won’t have it for a second longer.” She continued, Eddie unsure what the hell she wasn’t having anymore as she practically yanked him back up the bed by the arm.
She pulled a groan from deep in his stomach where his medication was still deciding if it wanted to play nice with the spoonful of cornflakes from earlier.
She had some unexpected strength behind her wiry frame. Either that or Eddie had lost more of his bodyweight and muscle tone than he had realized while recovering.
The bats alone were generous enough to relieve him of that extra 2 pounds people were always trying to lose in magazines.
Eddie’s body protested as he shifted to get comfortable. He hadn’t wanted to sit up at all but had to, to take the pills. He’d learnt the hard way that he couldn’t dry swallow them lying down.
His wounds didn’t ache all the time for no reason anymore like they used to. But they did randomly flare up now and again even when he hadn’t overexerted himself. It was a strange sensation unlike anything he’d ever felt before. Kind of half way between a burn and a sting. They throbbed like an ant bite but the pain was also sharp and pointy like a wasp sting. The difference was that it wasn’t focused on just one small point. It was the entire wound and the baseline of pain was consistent like a burn but amped up in waves depending on how he moved.
When this happened it was like that for every wound at the same time. Even the ones that had started to heal really well. Even the small cuts on his hands and face that were all but gone.
If he didn’t know any better he would think that all of them were still infected and he was feeling the effects of that.
He couldn’t explain it to the doctors. All he could do was answer yes or no questions about pain levels that ranged on a number scale. He had no idea if this was normal or not for the type of wounds he had.
Even if it was normal, what was the ‘normal’ they were comparing it to? Burns like his cover story? Being mauled by an animal? Because they knew deep down these were bites and not anything else?
Even if they knew exactly what happened to him that meant nothing in the grand scheme of things. They didn’t know anything about Demon bats from another dimension. It wasn’t like they had been extensively studied like every other animals on the planet.
For all he knew, their little fangs contained some sort of venom that would torture him for years to come like a stinging nettle.
Karmen had told him once about the colloquially known Gympie-Gympie plant from the state she grew up in. The most painful plant in the world. The kids were taught about it in early schooling because it left unsuspecting victims that accidentally touched it with a sting so painful it had driven grown men to suicide and it lasted weeks… Sometimes even months.
Was that what was happening to him?
It was a terrifying thought. That the pain might not actually ever go away. That he might be stuck like this for months…
If not forever.
That he could potentially spend the rest of his life in sporadic agony with no one understanding why or believing that he was actually still in pain. Being labeled a drug addict and blacklisted from all hospitals as a med seeker.
The train of thought he was on made his throat feel like it was going to close up. His breath came short and sharp as he realized he had spiraled himself into a panic attack out of nothing.
“Calm down.” Sally directed flatly as Eddie’s chest heaved with the shallow breaths he was taking. His wide eyes watering as he looked around the room desperately to try and find something to ground himself. Anything else to think about to distract his brain and bring him back from thoughts of a lifetime of suffering.
“Ah!” He yelped in surprise as his head was jerked backwards. The shock of the motion forcing air out of his lungs with the cry and affording him the chance to take air back in without stuttering.
That’ll do it…
A long gasping breath was inhaled and held inside him for a long few seconds before he was struck again against the back of the head and it was forced out in a way that left his lungs completely empty.
He finally took a relatively normal breath. Tears in his eyes as he turned to look at Nurse Sally with fear clouding his brown orbs.
Did she just... h-hit me?
He asked himself, surprised by how fearful he sounded inside his own mind. His stutter was brought forth without even speaking. All thoughts of running her down in his van had vanished and suddenly he was again that scared little boy that had been struck over the head for not talking fast enough.
He was that kid, trapped in a room with an adult that didn’t care that he was afraid.
Tears spilled over and down his hot cheeks as he blinked at her. Realizing as he did so that she hadn’t been hitting him over the head to try and stop his panic attack.
She may as well have though, considering his body’s reaction to the touch he wasn’t ready for. It had triggered him in a way he hadn’t been expecting.
His eyes fell to the object in her hand. He looked between it and her frustrated face as his fear started to simmer down and was replaced with anger. The tears continued all the same as he glared at her with as much hatred as he could possibly muster in a vulnerable moment.
You fucking bitch.
~
Saturday morning was Karmen’s least favorite day of the week to wake up early. Every day it was a slog, no matter how she looked at it. But Saturdays used to be her reprieve. Friday nights were fun to look forward to even without plans and knowing she had nowhere to be in the morning was a kind of freedom she rarely chose to give up.
Which is why it was so damn hard to be walking through the hospital doors just after 9am on the one morning of the week she usually enjoyed.
She had afforded herself a little extra window of sleep this morning and while she felt a little more rested than usual, she had wrestled with whether or not it was worth it for the amount of guilt she held in her belly over making Eddie spend the beginning of his weekend alone.
She had told him the day before that she wasn’t getting up at the crack of dawn today. That she was burnt out and needed a couple of hours after work to focus on herself before a solid 8 hours of sleep. She had framed work as the issue and while it was technically the crux of it. Not spending more than an hour most days on her own basic needs and neglecting the miscellaneous ones was weighing her down in a way she hadn’t been ready for.
She’d practically spent the whole week Eddie was missing in bed but not a second of it was restful and since he’d come back she’d given it her all to make sure he had a reason to stick around.
He’d understood when she said she needed a sleep-in. Lord knew Eddie wasn’t a stranger to an all day lounge-about to recover from a shitty week. But she knew inside that he was sad about it and would never say because he loved her and wanted her to be happy too.
She had tried not to let it get to her. Even Wayne had stopped her as they left together the night before and told her that he thought it was great she was taking a moment for herself. He knew better than anyone how full on Eddie could be and she knew he felt the same weight on his chest that she did every time he had to leave the hospital.
He had tried to convince her it was okay to take the whole weekend. That Eddie would be fine if she just didn’t show up again until Monday lunchtime. She knew that wasn’t true but she appreciated him for trying. At the very least he had convinced her that sleeping in was an okay thing to enjoy.
That he didn’t judge her for it.
But that fact hadn’t stopped her from dragging herself out of bed at 8:30am and eating her toast in the car on her drive across town.
Granted, 8:30am was still a sleep-in for her. But it wasn’t exactly the one she had in mind when she’d gone to bed purposefully without setting an alarm in the hopes her body clock would forgo waking her in a cold sweat, thinking that she was late for work.
She hadn’t bothered to get ready to leave the house in any capacity. Her unwashed hair still in a bun from the day before and the oversized shirt she’d worn to bed was ruffled by the whoosh of the automatic doors.
She couldn’t remember who’s shirt it was at this point. Just that it had been too big for them and it was the most comfortable ‘dress’ she’d ever worn in her life. She’d had it for a long time. It was one of her favorites that never usually left the house with her. No matter how comfortable it was, it wasn’t exactly a full outfit on its own and usually, she tried at least a little to seem put together with the way she dressed.
She looked down at it as she waited in the elevator. A cartoon galah wearing sunglasses, surrounded by palm trees on a lavender background.
Oh, it was Bradie’s.
She realized. Remembering suddenly that it could only belong to her older brother. The rose-breasted cockatoo was an Australian animal. The irony of that fact being that despite currently residing in Australia he hadn’t purchased the shirt there but in a gift shop in Thailand 5 years before he moved across the ocean back to the country they were born in.
She thought about him briefly as she headed towards Eddie’s room. Wondering what he would make of all this if she called him up and told him the story she had and tried to act as though it wasn’t fishy as hell.
No doubt he already had opinions but there was no way she was hearing them any time soon.
She could pretty much guarantee that her Mother had barred him from calling her or asking about it if he did. Bradie was opinionated and pig-headed but if he liked you he’d give you the world. He was also fun-loving and laid back but it varied person to person if they had ever seen that side of him.
He hadn’t met Eddie yet but he’d gotten an earful about how fantastic he was a couple of months earlier. Strangely, not from Karmen.
Karmen’s Mother Carla, had loved Eddie when they’d visited.
She was one of the first after Wayne to tell her that there was no way Eddie did the things he was being accused of. She’d only met him a few times but she knew and she was an ‘amazing’ judge of character…
The fact that her Mother had immediately said that Eddie was innocent should have worked in his favor but if anything, it hindered his case. Her mother was a lovely, gorgeous hearted woman that trusted blindly.
In other words, she was gullible and prone to being hoodwinked by nefarious people.
But she certainly did have her moments. She tended to be right about people more often than she was wrong. It was just that when she was wrong, it was always a doozy.
‘Doozy’ didn’t exactly describe the magnitude of how wrong she would be if she was wrong about Eddie...
But Karmen had overlooked it all the same. Said ‘thank you’ and decided to believe that Mum was right because she was just as gullible but only when it came to love.
Yes, Carla had loved Eddie.
He was exactly the type of boy that she wanted Karmen to find. Kind, polite, funny, a little bit silly and:
“So, so handsome!” She had cooed, her fingers pinching both of Eddie’s cheeks as he looked down at her with stars in his eyes.
He was her new favorite! She had proclaimed, slurring her words after several wines at the first dinner they’d shared.
Eddie blushing and kicking his feet as Carla’s other son Parker sat across the table, mouth agape.
He had traveled across the country to be there. Not to meet Eddie but to alleviate the guilt he felt that his Mother was ‘alone’ and ‘lonely’ since he, her last baby, had left home.
He’d only been living in L.A for a few months at that point.
Karmen knew her Mum hadn’t meant it the way it came out but she silently understood why Parker had bought a return ticket for only two days after his arrival and Bradie hadn’t visited in years.
Speaking of Braide, she was glad he hadn’t heard it. He was petty like her. Petty enough to renounce his citizenship just so he had an excuse not to come back for Christmas.
Parker had just rolled his eyes and written it down in a notepad when he thought no one was looking.
He’d take the hit to have more material for his musical comedy.
He’d drink about it when he got back to L.A.
Besides, he liked Eddie. He already knew him vaguely from school.
Karmen wondered what he thought about it all. Not that she really cared for his opinion. He was a worse judge of character than her Mum.
Their Mum who had just been trying to make Eddie feel welcome.
She had succeeded.
He hadn’t shut up about how much he loved Carla for several weeks afterwards.
Karmen was happy with that result, if not a little worried that he’d leave her for the mature model of herself with better cooking skills.
There was a small part of her though that found Eddie’s excitement at being accepted profoundly sad. Knowing Eddie had never really had a Mother figure in his life. He’d certainly never had one that outright said they liked him.
The man had Mommy issues but not in the way she was used to. Most men she had dated that showed their hand early and ticked Mommy Issues off the list off Red Flags were total Momma’s boys but liked to pretend they hated every second of her doting on them.
It was to the point that Karmen played second fiddle to Mother and put up with behavior she shouldn’t have from the in-laws that were just ‘protecting their baby’ from the mean lady that he asked to date him.
Eddie’s issues were very different. He hadn’t had a Mother to dote on him. He’d never been doted on before, period. He’d never really been taken care of before outside of basic needs and the kind of strained and stunted emotional talk that Wayne could offer.
Affection before Karmen was sparse and often came from inappropriate places and people. Like the Elementary School teacher that he latched onto because they were a little too nice when he was struggling to make friends or the person he had a crush on because they didn’t tell him to go away the first time he spoke to them.
Just two examples of the many people that were kind to him in the past that he went on to develop a strange parasocial relationship with.Thinking he meant more to them than he actually did. It always ended in the reality crashing down on him before he got too comfortable.
A big reason he had been surprised when Karmen actually turned up at the Hideout on that fateful Saturday night. He hadn’t misconstrued her general friendliness for affection or imagined the connection they shared.
She cared for him in a way he didn’t truly know he needed until he had it and Eddie liked being cared for.
He liked it a lot.
That was what it came down to. It was something he’d only just begun to really open up to her about before everything went down. He’d had no problem sharing his tastes early on but a few weeks before he’d gone missing the can of worms had been pried open and emptied out all over the bed.
Just another checkbox at this point for why exactly she knew in her heart of hearts that Eddie was innocent.
No one really knew him like she did. What he was really like behind closed doors.
He wasn’t scary, macho or self-assured.
If anything he was timid, gentle and soft.
He wasn’t capable of snuffing the life out of someone.
Also, despite not being able to tell her with his words, she knew there was nothing between him and Chrissy.
She had worried at first. Having been mistreated in the past there was always that deep seated fear of it happening again. Of being so gullible that she had not been able to see the signs. That fear of being blindsided by someone you trust, again.
But after having time to sit with the information she had, she knew he was telling the truth about that at least.
There was just no way a barely legal highschool girl was worth giving up what he had found in her.
Not in a conceited way. She didn’t believe she was hot shit or the best thing to ever happen to him simply because she was great and he couldn’t do better.
But in the way of the deep understanding she had for who he was and why. What he liked. His personal tastes when it came to sex as well as everyday life.
Their shared predilections inside the bedroom and out.
She was happy to indulge any and all of his fantasies as he was her. There was no reason for him to stray when he’d already confessed his most awkward desires and she’d responded with enthusiasm.
What would be the point of starting again with someone else? Even Eddie on Ketamine knew that was a frivolous endeavor.
She worried sometimes that she had accidentally melded the inexperienced man she’d met into her ideal partner. Someone that catered to her specific tastes without regard for his own.
But she checked in on that regularly. Every time the anxiety creeped in she’d revisit the idea with him and he was never anything but enthusiastic and excited. Telling her she was being silly and to forget the idea that she had somehow tricked him into wanting the things she wanted.
It hadn’t taken him too long to feel comfortable expressing some of his own kinks and the more he divulged, the less she worried. Each erotic fantasy had an anecdote or explanation attached that pre-dated her involvement in his life by at least 5 years.
The man knew what he liked, what he wanted and most surprisingly, why.
He was incredibly self-aware in that regard and she envied the confidence he held in his desires. The ability he had to explain to someone that was basically a stranger how and when he’d realized that he wanted to be coddled by a maternalistic Dom.
There had only been a few times over the year where one of them hadn’t felt up to what the other had proposed. Eddie had no trouble voicing that with her and she’d happily compromised on something else, as he did for her.
Good sex certainly wasn’t everything she looked for in a relationship. To be honest it wasn’t even on her top 5 list of things that a partnership needed to be successful.
But accidentally stumbling across someone so compatible was rare. Someone that took her wants and needs into consideration during the act. Someone that not only shared kinks but outside of that was kind, compassionate, funny, just plain fun and:L
“So, so handsome!”
Her Mother’s voice echoed in her head.
It was basically unheard of.
Eddie was an enigma in the best way possible. Even if he turned around the next day and said he never wanted to do anything along the sexual vein again she would be okay with it.
She could go without. She had always been happy to take care of herself.
Eddie had so much more to offer her than shared bedroom preferences. She felt she’d hit the jackpot with this man and she was willing to put up with just about anything to keep him around.
The only thing she had to think twice about was giving up her Saturday mornings. But when faced with the prospect of getting to sleep until noon but waking up alone forever, the choice was easy.
Loving Eddie was easy. Even on the hard days.
She thought maybe she should tell him that, in those words. That he’d probably like to hear it.
But it would have to wait as she’d just arrived outside his room and her eyes twitched as all thoughts and emotions outside of anger disappeared into the abyss.
She wondered sometimes when rage at a sense of injustice overtook her, if the fury washed over her brain and made it smooth like a river rock. Only one thought allowed at a time when she was so mad that she wanted to cry.
Right now the single thought was Nurse Sally being flattened by her sedan. Unaware that she and Eddie had yet another fantasy in common. She exhaled a shaky breath as she watched Eddie wince at every rough tug of his scalp.
His nose was scrunched and his jaw set in a way that told her it was taking everything he had left to keep his own anger and hurt inside. However it may present when released, she had no idea.
It was ironic that he thrived on routine but had become extremely unpredictable of late.
Judging by the redness of his eyes, she was pretty sure he’d already let something out and it had been ignored. She could see if not tangibly feel the barely restrained furor that was bubbling in his gut at every unsolicited touch from that vile woman.
Karmen rushed forwards as the dull thunk of the hair brush hitting against Eddie’s scalp bounced off the walls of the room. She held back her snarl just barely as she stepped into Nurse Sally’s view and held out her hand in a way that demanded attention.
Eddie startled at the sight of her. The way she had bustled into the room not giving him time to adjust to the intrusion, even though he was grateful to see her.
He’d never been great with surprises but watching him get startled now was heartbreaking.
Karmen softened, realizing she had frightened him. Feeling bad for how she had approached even if it was because she was jumping to his aide. She should have been more mindful of how skittish he was at the moment.
“I’ll take care of it.” She ground out curtly, gesturing at her outstretched hand and waiting for the brush. Sally looked at her with condescending eyes and for a brief moment Karmen actually thought she was going to argue. To which she definitely would have shouted. Scaring Eddie again and getting herself kicked out without the chance to comfort him.
The other woman wrinkled her bumpy flesh as she smiled in a wholly unfriendly way before placing the head of the hairbrush a little too firmly into Karmen’s palm.
Karmen suppressed the urge to wince as the bristles dug into her hand. Instead, staring down the older woman silently as she made a show of lingering to clean up things that didn't need to be cleaned before leaving the room just to see if Karmen broke her resolve.
She didn’t. Not saying a word or easing up on her glare until the old hag was completely out of earshot. Eddie watched his girl warily, knowing what she was doing and wishing he had the emotional energy to be proud of her.
She turned and watched as he moved his gaze to his hands. Unable to make eye contact when she finally put her attention on him fully.
“Hey.” She greeted him softly.
He nodded to acknowledge her, not looking up as she put a gentle hand on his knee.
“I was going to help you do this.” She said as she took a piece of his matted hair in her fingers. She had been wanting to tackle it since she saw it for the first time. Knowing on a personal level how hard curls were to maintain and how quickly it could get to the point of a buzzcut if they weren’t taken care of.
Eddie’s gorgeous curls were anything but taken care of at this point. Basically just a few matted dreadlocks in the back and a few free stands she had managed to conspicuously wrangle under the guise of giving him a nice little head pat while he was sleeping.
His bangs were relatively untouched and looked as normal as ever. The only issue with that being that they were in his eyes constantly and desperately needed a trim. Eddie wasn’t exactly a barber shop kind of guy. He’d cut his own bangs in the mirror 3 years ago and made peace with what they were. Before her, they were often uneven due to the fact that the only time they ever got a trim was when he got sick of blowing them out of his face while he was trying to do delicate painting or writing at a desk.
Giving into the 3am urge to say ‘fuck it’ and cut chunks off them in the bathroom of his trailer.
Karmen liked them anyway. But she had become his unofficial hairdresser in the time they’d been dating. She’d watched in horror one night as he had growled in frustration and stood up from where he’d been sitting at his desk, taking some random stationary scissors from his drawer and leaning into his mirror to snip them straight across in one go.
If Uncle Wayne had a job with regular hours he probably would have burst into the room to find out what she was screaming about as she jumped up to take the scissors away and offered to do it for him properly.
Not that she knew anything about cutting hair really. But she’d spent enough time at the salon in her early 20s to emulate what they did to a better standard than Eddie was used to.
Eddie nodded at her again, still staring down at his lap as he pressed his lips together in an effort to stop himself from spiraling again.
“Eddie.” She cooed, dropping the piece of hair and sliding her palm underneath his locks and across his back. He leaned his side against her. Resting his cheek against her chest as she put the brush down on the bed and brought her hand up to run her fingers through his long bangs.
Why are they all so mean?
His voice sounded small, even though it was just inside his head. It was tired and weak, just like the rest of him.
He knew deep down of course why and that he didn’t do it. But it didn’t stop him from getting to the point on days like this where he started to question whether or not he truly deserved it.
There seemed to only be a select few people that thought he didn’t.
He never wanted Sally to do his hair. Never asked for it or consented at all. In retrospect she might have told him what she was planning but she certainly didn’t care if he was listening or not. Didn’t wait for his okay to touch him.
He didn’t want to be touched by anyone else. Least of all that horrible bitch or any of the assholes that chittered and chuckled in his direction all day long as if he couldn’t hear or see them.
Just because he couldn’t talk right now didn’t mean he was stupid.
That he didn’t understand how much they hated him.
They didn’t care if he got better. They cared about him looking better so they could get him out of there one way or another. Luckily, they cared if they lost their jobs. Eddie shuddered to think what someone might do to him if they thought they could get away with it. If Wayne and Karmen weren’t a constant around here to attest to the fact that he was getting better.
If he didn’t have people to kick up a stick and ask questions if his health suddenly declined or worse.
“Can I help you with this today?” Karmen asked quietly. Knowing deep down that he had not asked for or wanted the nurses to do it for him. “It’s alright to say no.” She reminded him when he hesitated a moment. Thinking about the answer.
His stomach was doing flips and he was still in a lot of pain. It was a miracle that he hadn’t thrown up thus far. Cold sweat beading on his forehead at the reminder that it was a possibility. His body taking the thought as its queue to remind him that the painkillers still hadn’t fully kicked in and this might be as good as it got if he pushed himself far enough to vomit.
The thought of someone tugging at his scalp for hours on end was enough to make him gag.
Soon?
He asked, moving his hand in a sign and looking up to her with worried eyes. He had been studying that book religiously and learning rapidly but he was pretty sure she didn’t have time to do the same.
She didn’t understand the sign but knew that it wasn’t a simple yes or no all the same.
“Maybe?” She asked, copying the sign with her hand as Eddie shook his head in response.
“S…” He tried, stuttering out a hiss for the beginning of the word as he moved his palm away from his body in a pushing kind of motion.
“Soon?” She asked, quickly. Catching on fast. She’d played a lot of charades in her time and for her 26th Birthday in June the year before, John had bought her Pictionary. To his dismay, she and Eddie were a well oiled machine at silently communicating. Often guessing each other’s pictures first try or with just a glance to tell the other how to pivot their guesses.
Eddie nodded happily. Bringing a hand up to his face and signing:
Sleep.
He didn’t actually want to sleep, having woken up not too long before. But it was the only way he knew to convey that he wanted to lie down.
She understood. Disengaging from him and giving him the room to move as he needed to.
“Hey.” She said again as he settled himself on his back. Catching his attention and making him look at her curiously. “I’ll be right back.” She assured him as she pointed towards the open door. “I’m just going to make a phone call.”
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The phone by Eddie’s bed only called one way. People could call him if they had the direct line but he wasn’t able to make his own calls on the hospital's dime.
Not that he really had anyone to call anyway. Not that he could speak to them even if he wanted to.
But it meant that when Karmen needed to make a call she had to play nice with the nurses at their station so they would let her use the one patient phone on the floor.
She had come back not long after leaving without elaborating. Eddie had actually started to doze off and only noticed that she was back when the dip of the mattress under her weight alerted him.
She laid with him for a long while. Both of them fell in and out of a light sleep as Eddie’s painkillers finally managed to do their job and some of the tension left his body at the relief coupled with the feeling of a warm body next to him.
Karmen finally got her sleep-in as they were woken up by the lunch delivery. Eddie was surprised to find that he wasn’t in anywhere near as much pain as he usually was around this time of day. Maybe the late tablets meant that they were still working strong or maybe he had been overreacting earlier and actually getting a good rest next to a loved one would help him heal faster than he thought once he left the hospital.
He had griped over the food and Karmen didn’t blame him. Soggy peas mixed into lumpy mash and a questionable source of protein that they silently argued over the origin of until things got out of hand.
Karmen was convinced it was beef while Eddie insisted on pork.
Neither of them wanted to try it.
Eddie had gotten frustrated at her not understanding him and started snorting like a pig to which Karmen mooed at him repeatedly in response.
A nurse had walked in at that moment with his next dose of medicine, both of them falling silent and watching her as she picked up his chart and wrote something down before leaving again without a word.
They waited until she was gone before bursting into laughter. Karmen smiling from ear to ear at the sound of Eddie’s chortling. She had missed the sound.
She promised him that when Wayne arrived soon she would go and get him some proper food from the cafeteria.
She made good on her promise. Disappearing to buy everyone coffee and Eddie a bowl of pasta shells in a red sauce that the lady behind the counter heated for her in the microwave.
She had hoped they would have pigs in a blanket on offer but she never got lucky enough to be that funny.
Eddie ate more of the pasta than she was expecting. She made a mental note to bring him some food and snacks from home during the week so he was eating at least one meal a day.
After he’d finished, Wayne produced the plastic bag he’d brought with him and Karmen handed him some money in return. Wayne had tried to refuse it but she’d forcefully stuffed it in his fist. He’d taken it but winked at Eddie behind her back as he slipped it into her handbag.
Karmen looked through the purchases and that was the moment Eddie realized that she had called Wayne earlier, asking him to bring her things on his way over so that she didn’t have to leave him.
He was grateful.
She started placing things on the table beside his bed and he sighed deeply, recognizing them as haircare products and resigning himself to just getting it out of the way.
“I know.” She’d said, without looking up. “But I want this to be as quick and painless as possible and I only want to do it once.”
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A/N: I know I'm probably repeating myself a little in this chapter and will continue to do so in the coming chapters. I just really want to drive home how in his own head Eddie is at the moment and how frustrating it is for him to not have an outlet for that other than thinking about it and spiralling himself. Sorry if that's boring, but it's intentional.
Eddie is everyone's parents favorite child except his own 😂 @wheels-of-despair has an amazing series where Eddie is reader's Mom's fave as well. High recommend this fic that features this dynamic. 🥰
Part 12 will be linked here when it's finished. In the meantime...
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#the karmenverse#he didn't dooo anything y'all need to stfu#aww he'll let nurse jo live when he goes carrie on the place#sally i am going to push you down the stairs#ok listen#idk if you've been exposed to many smokers but cigarettes smell different#i've just learned that mistys weren't introduced until the mid 1990s but in my mind that's what sally smells like#(most camels smell good btw so eddie's in the clear)#lmao is this a shot at the girlies who always insist that eddie's rings are cold?#eddie munson hates an abnormal amount of little old ladies#i'll give you a matted rats nest you old bat#oh god bat venom... that's a horrifying thought#why has this devil-plant not been eradicated?!#who hit baby eddie for not talking fast enough? i will kill them!#and this fucking nurse too!#eddie > sleep#all the ma's love the ed#kam shush mum's not wrong about eddie#wayne munson and his stunted emotional talk XD accurate for 80s boys but still funny and kinda sad#i wanna know more about the elementary school teacher he latched onto!#i mean i can imagine how the kid crush worked out but teacher's more interesting#i love the way you get into eddie's brain#i try to stay away from that 'cause i know ew better#but i love his thought process and the way you handle him#his most awkward desires you say ;D#OOOOH KAM CAUGHT SALLY HITTING HIM#GET HER!!!#why was i expecting kam to bark at her and chase her from the room?#lmao ok at least i got *some* animal noises#'why are they all so mean?' why am i crying and swinging an imaginary machete at a fictional hospital staff
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Pastel colored girlfriend
Fem!vampire x fem!reader || dom/sub, exhibitionism, fingering, dirty talk, lowkey praise kink
This story is @5thgoddess fault
Everyone thinks you are the dirty one, you are the one that corrupts the sweet girl in pastel colors. You are the one who seduced the pink girly with your goth persona and made her lose herself into you. But they know nothing about you two.
They don't know that your choker is actually a collar. A collar that very carefully covers the bite marks she leaves after feeding off you every night. They don't know she likes to walk you around on a leash attached to your collar so everyone who crosses you two knows who you belong to. They don’t know how much of a domme she is, making you grind your hips against her leg before leaving the house, grinding on her leg until you are creaming your panties and your legs are trembling. They don’t know after that, she makes you wear the panties outside as you go shopping.
They can't even imagine that before entering the train she dragged you to the bathroom and made you take off said panties and shoved them into her purse. Your pussy bare under your tiny skirt. Danger of being exposed every time you turn around too fast. She loves the power play of it. She loves to have you wrapped around her tiny finger, or more like wrapped around her fangs. She loves to know you'd do anything for her, her lovely blood-bag, her lovely girlfriend.
When she presses you against the door and hugs you from behind, everyone thinks she's so cute, such a lovely girlfriend. But they can't imagine her hand is traveling down and down, touching your pussy right there. She parts your lips and rubs your clit in the middle of the crowded train, you whimper softly as she smirks behind you. She's kinky like that.
She circles your opening and you moan, making her stop and shush you. "Shh, babe. You don't want them to hear how slutty you are, right?" You shake your head, a knot forming in your throat preventing you from speaking up. "That's right, those moans are only for me." The growl at the end makes your pussy drip onto her exploring fingers. You shiver. She takes her hand away and you breathe hard, trying not to be too disappointed. After a few seconds you feel something against your hand, something that feels a lot like the panties you took off earlier. "You know what to do, babe."
You do know. You slowly raise your hand and shove your panties in your mouth, gagging you. They are still damp from earlier, and the taste of your desire makes you drool around them. She giggles softly behind you and proceeds with her actions. Her tiny hand feels cold against your pussy, but so, so, so good… Your moans are muffled by the panties, and you bite down as she pinches your clit between his fingers.
Her pointy nails feel dangerous against your soft flesh, which only makes you wetter, hornier for her. "Such a good girl for me, babe.” She pushes a finger inside of you, slowly and carefully, but with intent, twisting it to touch your G-spot instantly. You clench around her. “I love you your pussy clenches around my fingers." She pulls out and goes back in with two fingers, making you bite hard against the panties once again. "I wish I had my harness here, I'd love to fuck you hard against the door, maybe the trains passing in the other direction would see. They would see your tits bouncing and your blissed out face." The image she plants in your head is so bright and real you whimper again. Her fingers don’t stop moving in and out of you. "I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd love for me to take you right here for everyone to see you all desperate and panting for me, such a good girl."
Her fingers inside of you are driving you insane, the combination of the noise around you and the danger of all of it, the danger of being exposed, of being discovered… It’s making you so hot your brain is spinning.
“You are being so good, so good for me. I’ll reward you later, I’ll bite you hard like you like, I’ll suck your blood until you are panting. You want that?” You nod, your pussy quivering around her fingers. “Come on, babe. Be a good girl for me, come around my fingers…” Her words are like turning on a switch, as soon as they leave her mouth you are coming apart.
You breathe hard and clench your thighs around her hand so hard you heard her grunt. You try so hard to be quiet that your teeth hurt from biting over the panties, but it’s so good, you can feel your eyes rolling back as blinding pleasure falls all over you.
You feel her kiss your shoulder, a scratch of her fangs that she rapidly licks, humming at the taste of your blood. “You did great, babe.”
“Mmmhm.” You agree, unable to form words as she softly takes your panties out of your mouth and shoves them into her purse again.
“Come on, next stop is ours.” She grabs your hand and drags you along, too dizzy to do anything.
Dang… You are so in love with that pink wearing vampire it hurts.
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