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There & Back Again : xreader addition (fem/afab)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐍: 9.4k words: (CW: some angst. mostly fluff. mentions of being lifted general corny/cliche themes.)

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"Rick!" Eddie's voice called as he entered the cabin near the lake in the woods.

He held a grin on his face with his metal lunch box in tow.

"I got your half," He said.

Rick gave him a smile, "Eddie, my boy! Can always count on you!" He called cheerily.

Taking a long drag from a blunt, Rick coughed lightly and held it out to Eddie.

"Um, no, man, I'm good for now." Eddie laughed, setting his box down on the coffee table and taking a seat in the armchair.

Eddie pulled money out of the box.

"Whoa, you sold your little ass off, junior!" Rick called with a grin, taking a seat on the sofa.

"The Hideout is good for business. Anyway, I've completely sold out, so I need a full restock." Eddie boasted.

"Yeah, I got you. Got some good stuff came all the way from California," said Rick, reaching under his sofa pulling out a case, and starting to open it.

Eddie eyed him carefully, "ah..." he hummed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I was wondering if you could kick me a bit more stock than usual?" Eddie asked carefully.

"Oh, wanna work overtime, do ya? What for? It's a risk on me, you know, if I let too much circulate around town." Rick said.

"I know, I know. I'd be careful it's just um. The Band and I kind of have a trip planned and -"

"No, nope. No way, this isn't just about your boys." Rick pushed, with a sly smile.

Angel stirred in the guest room, hearing Rick and Eddie's voices, he quietly got out of bed and tipped to the door. Cracking it open slightly with one eye, he looked about, his eyes falling on Eddie, who started to fiddle with the ends of his hair.

"There's um, a new friend of mine, we got an extra ticket, and she's going to tag along," Eddie said.

"She's never been out of Hawkins before, not even one town over. There's so much she hasn't seen. It's her first real concert and I-"

Rick leaned back on the sofa, "you want to blow her away and paint the town red." He said.

Eddie gave a half-shrug, "yeah, you can say that. I want her to remember it." Eddie spoke in a low, shy tone and couldn't hold Rick's gaze any longer.

"I want her to think back and possibly tell her kids and grandkids about it, that time she snuck off to Pittsburgh with Eddie the Freak to see Motörhead for her very first concert." Eddie rambled.

"Jesus" Rick sang, setting down his blunt.

"How long have you known this girl?" He asked.

"I dunno...about…a couple of weeks I guess," Eddie said.

Rick chuckled, "she must be one hell of a girl, junior, you're sprung like a bear trap." He laughed.

Eddie slumped over and ruffled his fingers through his hair, "I'm well aware, thank you." he sang in annoyance.

Angel's eyes narrowed as he remained quiet.

Eddie smiled to himself, "she likes the band, she saw us play the other night and called us amazing." he said.

"Don't gush at me kid, Here I'll double your usual stock," Rick said in false irritation.

A grin eased its way across Eddie's face, he tilted his head to one side and his eyes twinkled gratefully.

"Thanks man, see I told you, you're a great big softy." Eddie teased Rick.

"I'm no softy, I'm just a sucker for young love." Rick grumbled, taking back up his blunt and taking a long drag.

"That would be called a softy," Angel spoke dryly, stepping out of the room and coming up the short hall.

"Hello, runt." Angel called to Eddie, an icy, mocking smile faintly present on his lips.

"You feel you have to haul her all the way out of town to keep her out of my way?" Angel teased.

Eddie's smile vanished in an instant and was replaced with a frown.

"Hardly Pete." Eddie answered, voice void of emotion to match the dryness of his gaze.

"You know what they say. I have a kiss of death, Munson. No girl looks back." Angel smirked with pride, his eyes falling on the chain around Eddie's neck.

"I see you've kept it, you know what I want in return." Angel hummed.

"She's a person dipshit, I can't just hand her over. That's her call." Eddie snapped.

"I agree with you on that one." Angel said, taking a step forward and smiling coyly.

"And what was her first impression?" he asked.

Eddie's gaze on Angel wavered slightly, "she called you a pretty boy." Eddie grumbled.

Angel rested a hand on his chest as if moved, "how sweet of my little fairy." He hummed.

Eddie's eye twitched at Angel's words, "your little Fairy?" Eddie grumbled, looking up at Angel.

"Guys, hey! This is a zone of zero drama! Read the sign! Giant smilie face!" Rick shouted, pointing his finger toward the wall.

"A chill-only zone," he stated.

The two boys locked into a stare-down again, and the smug, snide smile on Angel's face was making Eddie's skin crawl.

"Sorry about that, Rick." Angel murmured, leaning against the wall.

"But for the record, I think ____ and I shared something rather electrifying between us." he said quietly.

"I can feel a bond in the works, so whisk her away while you can. She's bound for me." Angel sang, pushing off the wall as he strolled past the living room and into the kitchen.

Eddie sat quietly, looking down at his hands.

"Don't worry, the boy is just full of himself." Rick sighed.

Eddie shook his head, "no, he's right. He's hard to compete with on a bad day." Eddie said with a nod.

"But I'm not known for quitting," he said, tossing a halfhearted smile at Rick.

Rick sighed and started to fill Eddie's box with new stock.

"Just try to keep me out of it. I don't play favorites, regardless of who my goddaughter chose." Rick muttered.

"Ok so... You were just listening to the band and all of a sudden you felt weird, glowy and things started to break?" Amy asked, sitting across from you in the sheet fort in the Creel basement.

You nodded slowly, "yes, but I'm not so sure that it was so much the Band as a whole. It fell in line with the guitars specifically." you recalled.

"And then all the lights busted?" Amy asked.

You nodded again, "A thick bolt of lightning struck outside the building, and then when Angel kissed me, it felt like a small shock, like static."

"It was probably from the lightning." you reasoned.

Amy studied you carefully and was worryingly quiet.

"What?" you asked with caution.

"You also said it felt like this Angel guy took the weird feeling from you?" she asked.

"It left me after the kiss. If it was because of him, I'm not sure, but he also knew taking me outside would make me feel better," you explained.

"He wasn't wrong?" Amy asked.

"No, but it could have just been that talking with Eddie made me relax and not think about what happened," you murmured.

"How long before you go on this trip?" Amy sighed, rubbing her temples.

"A handful of days." you answered.

"Well then go, I'm going to keep hunting, I'll go back to the lab and snoop around The Hideout. Maybe try and find Angel." Amy sighed.

"You shouldn't be doing all this alone," you cautioned.

Amy smiled faintly at the concern on your face.

"I'm better on my own. Fewer people to worry about. Besides, I have an ace up my sleeve should I need help." Amy said.

You looked off to the side, "we've got to find someplace better than this for you." she sighed, looking around the basement.

"It's quiet, and nobody comes around. I like it here." Amy said, kicking back on her pile of pillows.

You turned to her with an unsatisfied gaze, Amy gave a roll of her eyes.

"Anyway, come on, less talk about our possibly strange circumstances and tell me. How was the kiss other than the weird?" asked Amy.

"Angel has cold lips, for them to be so rosey." you confessed.

"Ugh, cold lips are like fish lips." Amy grimaced.

You touched your lip and could feel your heart race again, it was easy to remember what Eddie's face looked like from so close.

"Well, it obviously wasn't too awful." Amy teased.

"Huh?" you asked.

"You're clearly thinking about it, reliving it...you look like a you're doing everything you can not a smile." Amy laughed.

That smile came through timidly, "not Angel's." you whispered.

Amy sat forward, "someone else kissed you?" she asked wide-eyed.

Your smile grew, "Rughead?" asked Amy.

You gave a vigorous nod of your head.

"Holy shit, that's bold." Amy laughed.

"Not really, He was trying to remove Angel's cooties." you sighed.

"Cooties? That's a lame excuse." Amy laughed.

You sighed, "I'm glad for that excuse. It was nice." you murmured softly, fiddling with your fingers.

"Go on and gush. I'm used to it, my sister was boy crazy." Amy said, gesturing for you to continue.

"It's just," you gave a shrug, "no man ever really treated me as softly as Eddie does. I'm afraid I'm just mixing signals. I've never dated, and I've never had guy friends. It's just...the older men my dad needs me to blackmail and bribe." you confessed.

"And they are all, rough and...hungry. A kiss feels like being smothered by a pillow, and they touch you like you're not human." your voice became small as you hugged yourself.

Amy sighed, "I wouldn't know about mixed signals, but....you should see the way he looks at you."

"Anyway, it's summer. Summer has its own sort of magic. You're going out of town with him-"

"And Jeff, Gareth and Scott." you added.

Amy rolled her eyes, "details," she scoffed.

"He's kissed you, he takes any chance he can get to be close to you." Amy reasoned.

"And your point is?" you asked.

Amy raised her brows, "you may get a date out of this." she said.

"Or a boyfriend." Amy added.

You shook your head and went to climb out of the fort.

"You're thinking way too much into this, Amy." You sighed.

"I could be, but my family, we're born matchmakers," Amy said, walking you to the window and giving you a boost out.

"You need something like this. Someone who can show you what things could be like, it might get you to fight for yourself." Amy spoke with genuine words as she peered up at you, who lingered knelt on the ground outside the window.

"I'll see you tomorrow sometime Amy, please be careful with your hunt for information," you said before getting up and going back to your car.

The following day, you exited Chrissy's house.

"Are you sure you can't stay for lunch?" Chrissy called, walking you to your car.

"I'm sorry, today's my first day for my babysitting gig and I don't want to be late." you said.

"Considering it's the test run before the real job within a few days." she added.

"No, I completely get it! Well, good luck." Chrissy said, she waved goodbye to you and headed back inside her house.

With a light frown on her face, Chrissy exhaled. It was nice to have someone else around besides her mother. Her mother didn't lay so many hurtful comments on her when she had company around.

You stopped just shy of getting into your car and watched Chrissy's back as she lingered at the doorway.

"Um hey!" you called out.

"Yes?" Chrissy answered quickly.

You gave a wry smile, "They loved the dress you helped me pick. Maybe you can help me out again. I'm going on a short trip soon, and I could use some fashion pointers." you said.

Chrissy's face lit up with a bright smile. "Of course!" she said happily.

"I start packing in a few days," you called out.

"Just call me up then," Chrissy said, waving one more time before walking through her door.

You gave a satisfied nod, "I don't need too much help, it's only two days, and I'll probably wear one outfit, but..."

You couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness that came from Chrissy.

"And then I unpacked the box to find my old board from 4th grade had been broken in two. I know it was Billy, but mom won't tell Neil until I have proof." Max ranted from the passenger seat of your car.

You kept your eyes on the road as you listened.

"Why'd he break your board? I thought you said it was one of your favorites?" you asked her.

"He hates me and he's mean. Billy doesn't need reasons to be a jerk, it's how he is all the time." Max complained.

"Sounds like my brother. Some guys turn into assholes when they hit puberty." you sighed.

You turned to offer Max a smile, "but that doesn't mean they really hate you."

Max shook her head, "well, Billy does. I bet your brother doesn't break anything of yours." Max shot.

You sighed, "they can break things that aren't objects. Like feelings."

Max looked up at Myrtle with a hint of pity.

"So you do have a jerk brother," she murmured.

You gave a strained smile, you didn't, not truly. Patrick had very viable reasons for his mood switch the past year or so. Unfortunately, those reasons were not something you could explain to anyone - let alone this preteen girl.

"Hey, look, let's stop talking about stupid brothers. They're clearly ruining everything," you changed the subject.

"You like to board, right? Hawkins doesn't exactly have a skate park but, I can show you where the kids go." you offered.

"Really! Awesome. Because I've been looking, and the only place close was some parking lot full of potheads." Max said.

You giggled, "Yeah, no, you have to go to the older parts of town. But be sure not to go alone, there aren't many people around, which can be a bad thing." you warned.

"I'll ask you then," Max said, turning her eyes to the road.

"I don't have any friends yet." she sighed.

"Mom's busy, Neil's is always busy and Billy is just - no." Max added.

"That's ok with me, maybe I'll learn how to board myself." You hummed.

"You?" Max laughed.

"I could, I do ballet, so I have pretty good balance, can't be any worse than ice skating." You reasoned.

"You ice skate?" Max asked with a grin.

You smirked, the look of impression Max gave you reminded you of when Patrick was little and every little thing made you 'the coolest' big sister.

"I do, for about seven years now," you said.

"Can you do any cool tricks?" Max asked as if a challenge.

You laughed quietly. "One or two."

You sat on the rubble of what was left of the old community pool. Watching Max skate her heart out in the small emptied pool.

The girl had a grin on her face a mile long and seemed to be having the time of her life.

"That one is called an Ollie!" Max called to you.

"Is that safe?" you called with concern.

Max laughed and shrugged, "As safe as skateboarding I guess." she called back.

You shook Your head, "at least she's having fun." you thought, looking up at the sky.

The sun was starting to set. "Fifteen more minutes ok Max!" you called.

Having taken Max home, you headed home yourself. Coming through the front door, you nearly dumped into your father.

"Sorry." you said quickly as he glared down at you.

You searched his face, asking, "something happened?"

"Something came up at the plant." He said pushing past you.

You blinked a few times and stared at the front door as it closed.

"Was it just me or did dad seem....fearful." you thought, recalling the look in his eyes.

You bit her lip, "maybe Amy was on to something." you sighed, heading for the stairs.

"At least it's all giving me time off from my usual role." you thought.

After a shower and changing into pajamas, you sat on your bed drying your hair, which had turned into a wild mess as the cold water washed away any styling.

Picking up your brush, you slowly combed it through small sections. Closing your eyes to gather your thoughts as they traveled back to remember the current events of your life.

"So much is happening." you sighed.

A knock against the window caused your eyes to open.

"No way." you breathed, getting to your feet.

Setting the brush on the dresser, you walked to the window and opened it. Below, was a bright smile that put butterflies in your stomach.

"Hey, mind if I make this a habit?" Eddie called up to you.

He pointed over his shoulder, "I saw your dad leave so..." he hummed.

You shook your head and reached down to grab the rope ladder, tossing it over the window. Eddie wasted little time as he started to climb up.

The closer he got, the faster your heartbeat in your chest. Your eyes locked into his, and the memory of his kiss filled your brain.

You quickly walked away from the window, giving him space to climb inside. Eddie pulled the rope ladder back in and quietly shut the window.

"I ugh...just got back from work and wasn't exactly ready for bed." He said, turning to face you.

"Work?" you asked, lowering a brow, "you mean your hustle?" you asked.

Eddie laughed, "sounds way cooler when you say it like that." He said.

Looking you up and down, he could see the water still glistening faintlyon your damp skin.

"Sorry, was this bad timing?" Eddie asked, slowly averting his eyes as he dropped the backpack free from his shoulders.

"N-no, I just um," you cleared your throat to fix the weird sound your voice was creating.

"Got out the shower. It's fine really." you said, reaching past him for your brush.

Eddie followed your hand and took up the Brush before you could. He held it up and smiled innocently.

"Mind if I help?" he asked.

You sucked you lips in nervously.

"It's kind of a tangled mess." you muttered, touching your hair.

"To be honest, so is mine half the time." He said, sitting down on your bed.

Eddie gave the place in front of him a pat.

"Come on, I promise I won't make it any worse." He spoke playfully.

Calming the butterflies, you walked over and took a seat. Eddie combed his fingers through your hair to move it toward him and then parted a section to brush.

It sent chills down your back as he brought the brush through your hair.

"Oh, my hair is in far worse shape than this." Eddie laughed.

"Is it?" you asked.

Eddie rested his chin on your shoulder.

"Here" he called taking your hand in his, he placed it on the top of his head. you slowly and carefully worked your fingers through his slight curls.

Eddie's eyes closed, and you could feel the quiet sigh he gave.

"It shouldn't feel that good." Eddie thought to himself.

Your fingers snagged a little, but as if used to it you instinctively worked the knots away with wiggles of your fingers, and eventually, your hand found its way free.

"It's not so bad," you said.

Eddie smiled in contentment.

"I've had worse days." you hummed.

Lifting his head away, Eddie sat up straight and went back to brushing your hair.

"So, are you excited for the concert?" Eddie asked you.

"A little....just anxious." you answered, looking down at your hands.

"You aren't afraid, are you?" Eddie asked.

"no...." you peeped. Eddie silently chuckled.

"It's ok if you are, it's the biggest rebel moment you've ever had, isn't it?" He said.

You quietly sulked.

"You'll be fine, we've got you." Eddie laughed, moving to another section of hair.

You gave a nod, "that's why I'm not too worried, at least not about what's going to happen out there." you said, turning back to look at Eddie you offered a smile.

His heart beat a little harder as his eyes zeroed in on it.

Eddie looked off, and a timid smile wandered onto his face. Your smile dropped into worry.

"But I hope you don't regret my dad's wrath afterward." you sighed, turning back around, and taking the brush from him.

"I'm not afraid of your old man, ____." He huffed, watching you walk to the mirror of your vanity and start braiding your hair.

"You should be, he can be dangerous to a person's future here in Hawkins," you murmured.

Eddie drew his head back and squinted, "Well, it's a good thing I don't plan on being stuck in Hawkins forever, isn't it."

Then holding his head high with the smirk of a young lion he leaned over your shoulder whispering, "And Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens," into your ear.

"Maybe....but have you seen the nightfall?" you asked him back, looking up at him from the corners of your eyes.

Eddie's smile faltered as he spoke quietly, "more of it than you'd think."

The heavy forlorn sound made your heart ache for him.

Eddie was quick to put on another smile and back away, "I'm here now aren't I?" he asked holding out his arms.

"Your old man could walk through at any given minute," Eddie pointed at you.

"But for you, milady. Oh, for you, I will laugh in the face of danger." He said dramatically.

You couldn't fight the smile trying to force its way on your face

"Ha, ha, ha. You're a clown, Eddie Munson." you sighed, setting the brush down.

Eddie smirked, "Your pops wouldn't happen to have a fear of clowns, would he?"

You shook your head.

"Damn." Eddie sighed with a snap of his fingers.

Seeing something crawl in the tank on the dresser, Eddie did a double take.

"Holy shit, you have a spider?" Eddie said rushing over.

Stooping a bit, he peered into the glass, and Shelob peered right back.

"It's huge," He murmured.

You smiled, "that's Shelob." you said, walking to Eddie's side.

He chuckled, "of course it is." before tapping lightly on the glass.

"She likes people...would you? Would you like to hold her?" you asked.

Eddie stood up quickly and waved his hands, "Oh no, no, no I'm good." he said.

You laughed, "oh come on, don't tell me Metalhead Eddie is afraid of a sweet fluffy spider?" you teased.

Eddie rolled his neck slowly to look at you, and his voice deepened.

"Bite your beautiful tongue, babe." He said with a slight squint of his eyes.

You found it hard to keep your breath.

"Then hold her." you pushed, reaching down into the tank.

Shelob happily scuttled into your palms. Holding Shelob out to Eddie, you smirked.

"She's waiting." you dared him.

Eddie's look of dark confidence faded fast, and his eyes filled with nervousness as he looked down at the fuzzy little creature. Many eyes locked onto him.

"Shelly, this is Eddie... He's our friend." you whispered down to Shelob while Eddie held out his palms.

Laying your fingers over his you created a bridge for Shelob to walk. Eddie stood, afraid to move as the spider made her way into his hands.

She nestled into place and continued to watch him, this caused you to giggle as you watched the two stare at each other. Each waiting for something to happen.

"You're a big girl, Shelob," Eddie murmured, cautiously petting the spider's back.

"She's oddly soft." He said, looking up at you with a smile.

"I know right!" you called happily.

"She's my best and trustiest friend. I don't know what'd I do without her around," you confessed.

Eddie looked down at Shelob, "I'm jealous. You're a lucky spider, Shelly." Eddie whispered and then carefully transferred Shelob back into her tank.

You sat down on the edge of your bed and Eddie walked to his bag, pulling a walkman out he turned to you and grinned.

"I brought you something to listen to." He said, taking a seat next to you.

"It's um…to prepare you for the concert. It's a mixtape, of Motörhead and some songs by others, so you can get a feel for the music." Eddie stammered.

He looked down at the walkman nervously. He wanted you to like the music that inspired his life. Music held a special position in his life, it was like blood in his veins.

"It's a chunk of me." He thought, and it was a nerve-wracking thought, that you might reject it.

You walked your fingers across his hand holding the walkman and pressed the play button. Leaning his head closer to yours, Eddie stretched the headphones as wide as they could go.

You could scarcely listen as you were keenly aware of your head pressed next to his, though you tried your best.

"What do you think?" he asked.

You closed your eyes and listened, the sound of the drums made your adrenaline flow, and the strings of the guitars recharged your heart, the Vocals tapping into emotions you'd never voice.

"Straight through the Heart. Shout to the wind, How can you hurt me this way"

They said.

You froze as Eddie's hand took yours, you wished you could see his face as the air around him felt wounded.

You looked down at your entwined hands, speaking in a hushed tone, "um... I like it, who is this?"

You needed to break whatever thoughts he was having, you couldn't stand it.

"Dio." Eddie muttered, his voice seeming far away.

You turned your body slightly and slipped your hands under his arms and hugged him lightly.

Eddie let out a strangled scoff but welcomed the gentle embrace and the song changed. He rubbed the side of his head against yours like a kitten and returned the hug.

"You don't play fair." He sighed, closing his eyes.

"Yeah? You've got no business thinking you can be sad here." you whispered back.

Eddie smiled faintly.

"You came here for this." you thought to yourself, squeezing him lightly, "I know you did."

Eddie leaned back, causing you both to fall backward onto the bed.

"Just for a while, can we stay this way?" Eddie whispered, never opening his eyes.

You gazed up at your ceiling, the position you were in was hardly comfortable, bodies half twisted into a hug and heads made to face the sky.

You knew eventually your legs would go to sleep hanging over the edge of the bed. However, you couldn't protest, you didn't want to.

"As long as you need us to," you replied, the music roaring in your ear and coursing through your body.

You watched the baby spiders crawling about the ceiling in the small hole that'd become their home. Your eyes briefly glanced toward the bedroom door.

"At any moment, someone could walk in." you thought, your arms tightening again around Eddie.

You could hear something quiet inside daring them to try it, and that quiet little something was baring its fangs.

The thought made your pulse quicken. Looking towards the lamp, you grimaced.

"Should have turned it out." you thought, and no sooner had it come to mind, the room fell into darkness.

"Oh." you whispered, "How'd..."

"Hmm?" Eddie hummed sleepily.

"Oh, n-nothing." you stammered.

"It's just the faulty lights," you told yourself.

You awoke to find your head resting on something far firmer than your pillow. Subtly rocked by a gentle rise and fall. Your eyes fluttered open, and took in the arms latched around you.

"So much for a little while," Eddie mumbled groggily, his half lidded eyes peering down at you.

You quickly rolled away, "sorry!" you gasped.

Eddie watched you from where he lay, "don't be." he said simply.

Reaching out Eddie hooked his index finger around your pinky.

You looked down at your hands before rolling one over to show your palm, letting Eddie draw aimlessly across your skin; youtwo continued to sit in silence.

"I should probably go before everyone wakes up." Eddie sighed, slowly sitting up.

You covered your mouth to quiet a giggle as you noticed his terrible case of bedhead. You leaned towards him and smoothed out his hair as best you could.

"Not looking like that, it's daylight. People will see you." you laughed.

Eddie smiled softly content in accepting the small moment.

"There" you announce once done,

Eddie shook his head before flinging it back and forth as he had any time before during a show.

"What are you doing!" you gasped as quietly as you could.

Peering through the wild mop of brown tangles, Eddie glanced up at you. With his head held low, Eddie flashed an impish smile.

"Oops, looks like you'll need to fix it again," he sang.

You pushed him lightly, "nope, you'll have to leave just like that." you said, to which Eddie pouted.

"That's not fair, Eddie." you murmured, narrowing your eyes.

"What's not fair?" He asked, making his lip tremble, you winced as you tried to ignore the sad puppy look in his eyes, turning your head away from him.

However, Eddie moved back into your field of view, getting down on the floor he leaned against the bed to stay within your sight.

"Stop it, you brought it on yourself." you shot.

Eddie smiled briefly, "so did you." he said quickly, falling into his pout again.

You groaned in defeat, "fine."

Eddie climbed back onto the bed and held his head down towards you with a grin, feeling like putty as your hands fussed with his hair.

He kept his gaze in your eyes, and your couldn't dare to look away. Eddie felt his heart fluttering, sucked into your pupils and under the spell of your touch.

A knock came to your door.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit." Eddie whispered, sliding off the bed like an eel out of the water and rolling under the bed.

You sat stunned for a moment at the scene, choking back a laugh.

"My parents don't usually knock." you thought, getting off the bed, you quickly kicked Eddie's bag under it as the door opened.

Standing there was your brother.

"Pat?" You questioned as he glared at you.

"You were at Chrissy's house again? I thought I told you to stay out of my life." He raged.

"That's what you're here so early for?" you exhaled.

"I was just teaching her some Ballet. That's all," you added.

"Jason says, Chrissy's excited about her new friend, says she's trying to help you out with fashion advice?" Patrick said eyes squinting.

"I mean.... I can't help, my new friend happens to be your friend's girlfriend." you murmured.

"Yes you can, you ignore her." Patrick hissed.

"You stay away from her." Patrick ranted.

Eddie lay on his stomach under the bed, fists clenched as tight as his jaw, reminding himself to stay hidden.

You bit your lip, "Alright, if it matters that much to you. I'll tell her... I'll find a reason as to why we can't hang out anymore." you sighed.

Patrick scowled down at you, "Why do people have to get mad at you for you to listen." he growled, leaving the room with a slam of the door.

You looked at the door and covered your face with your hands. You wanted to scream in frustration, but managed to calm yourself, turning around to face the bed.

"It's ok to come out now." you said weakly.

Eddie pulled himself from under the bed, bag in tow.

"Does he always talk to you like that?" Eddie asked, pointing to the door.

You shook your head, "no just recently, it's a phase."

Eddie glared, "Where the fuck does he get off telling you who to be friends with?" He asked, eyes on fire as he raged as quietly as he could. But still, he found his voice steadily rising.

"He wouldn't have a single one himself if he wasn't kissing Jason up the ass crack and spit shinning his shoes with what's left of his pride." Eddie went on.

"Teenage hick town wastoid tras-" you rushed forward and held a finger to Eddie's lips, silencing him.

He released a slow huff of hot air and nodded.

"Sorry," he muttered, fully realizing he had gotten fairly loud.

You smiled faintly, "I appreciate it."

Eddie looked back at the door, fingers uncurling from his fists. He looked down at you, shaking his head.

"You don't have to take that." He murmured firmly, "You shouldn't take that shit." Eddie said, speaking as if words might shatter you.

"He's just upset." you reasoned.

"He didn't deserve your excuses either," Eddie grumbled, taking his bag he headed for the window, tossing the ladder over himself.

You leaned on the window as you watched Eddie climb down.

Looking up at you one last time, he sighed.

"If he ever pulls some shit like that again, and I'm so much as in earshot." Eddie shook his head, "I'll tell him just where he can stick it." he warned.

"See you later, Eddie." you called, unsure of what else to say.

"Yeah, take care of yourself." Eddie sighed, hopping down the rest of the way, allowing you to pull the ladder back in.

From that morning on, the days passed quickly. The quiet and lack of tasks from your father had you unsettled. Not that you would ask for it, your mind and body were thankful for the break.

However, with him rarely returning home until the small hours of the morning and then gone as soon as the day broke, you started to worry.

No word on the mutant dogs, no word from the cops. An uncanny calm seemed to be looming over Hawkins, as if silently waiting for its moment to sound off.

You sighed, inward jitters refused to let you stand still.

You stood in the shade, waiting patiently by the Palace arcade, with Amy at your side.

"Relax," Amy said with a tiny smile.

"You need this, and by the time you get back. I bet we have lots more answers who whatever Hawkins seems to want to hide." Amy reasoned.

You looked down at her, "I never would have thought you're so level-headed." you said.

Amy smirked, "I know it's pretty scary, huh?" She laughed.

You pulled your car keys out of your pocket and held them out to Amy.

"Only drive it if you absolutely need to, otherwise. I parked it near the station. Should you ever need a place to hide." you said.

Amy took the keys, "bet, thanks." she said.

Looking up, Amy nodded towards a Van that pulled up to the sidewalk.

"They're here for you." she said.

You exhaled and tried to shake your remaining nerves. An overwhelming mixture of excitement, anticipation, uncertainty, and self-doubt.

"Will you tell Chrissy I'm sorry for not calling to tell her. That I said nevermind?" you asked.

Amy gave a nod before smirking. "Who do you think told me what to do when you had me advise you on what to wear?" Amy laughed.

You looked down at Amy surprised, "the girl knows about troublesome family and your whinny little shit of a brother." Amy hummed, giving you a light push forward, seeing Eddie hop out the back of the Van.

"He's waiting on you," she whispered.

You nodded and started walking to the Van

"You ready?" Eddie asked you, grinning wide as he took your backpack.

"That's seriously all you've got?" Jeff asked, having hopped out to help.

"Um yeah, it's just two days?" you questioned.

Jeff held out his arm and brought you into a stiff hug, "best girl ever." he said before returning to the van.

"You bring her back in one piece, Rughead, or I'll hunt you down like one of those damn dogs." Amy called out.

Eddie rolled his eyes, "later. Much. Weird girl." Eddie called back dryly.

You waved goodbye to Amy and climbed in the van, Eddie behind you.

"You're gonna love the show, ____." Scott said with a pleased grin from the backseat.

"The seats are super close too." Gareth said, abandoning the passenger seat, while Eddie lead you by the hand to the front.

"Really?" you asked taking the seat.

"Yeah we aren't right up to the stage, but it's in the standing area." Jeff said, clearly excited about it as well.

Eddie started the van up and pulled away, You waved one last time to Amy.

"Yeah, you'll have to be careful though, stay close, wandering into the center can be hectic." Scott said.

"Why?" you questioned.

"That's uh…where the circle is." Eddie explained.

"Circle?" you asked again.

"It's for moshing, it's where fans go dancing," Gareth said.

Your eyes sparkled, "I like to dance, what's so bad about it?"

"They do so very roughly." Jeff muttered.

"Trust me, for your first concert, if a mosh circle forms you stay close to me and stay off to the sides alright." Eddie warned.

"People sometimes get hurt, it's usually not on purpose, it's just very…contact orient, thrashing about to the music, the harder the music goes the harder the fans go." said Gareth.

"Oh" you exhaled.

"Then there's always some guy who snuck booze in, got pissy drunk, gets mad that someone bumped him a little too hard, and starts swinging," Eddie said.

"Punching?" you asked wide-eyed.

"It's rare that he doesn't get escorted out or have the crowd push him out instantly." He added.

"You'll be ok, just stick with me, or find the guys. There are ways to get out of the pit if you need to in a hurry." Eddie reassured.

You gave a nod, "don't worry, I'll be as close as a shadow the whole time." you said.

Reaching past you two and up to the stereo, Jeff turned the music up, til it shook the van.

"WHOO!" he called out.

"Road trip baby!" called Gareth.

You laughed at the boy's excitement.

"Pittsburgh, here we come!" You called out.

"That's the spirit, lady Tinúviel." Scott chuckled.

Before long, you could see a signpost up ahead, and the words painted onto its brown surface made your heart beat faster.

"Wait, wait, slow down," you murmured to Eddie, almost drowned out by the three rowdy boys in the back seats.

Eddie pulled the Van to a crawl and turned to you.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

You kept your gaze on the sign and Eddie followed it.

"Leaving Hawkins." it read.

Eddie smiled, "I knew it." he hummed, leaning in your direction. "You're scared."

"I-I'm not...I just." you sighed heavily,

"If I cross that invisible line up there, It'll be the farthest away from my family. From this place, that I've ever been." you murmured.

"What's this? Cold feet?" Gareth chimed, turning his attention to you both.

Scott laughed and rested a hand on your shoulder.

"Come on guys, be easy on her, it's a big step." Eddie said.

"Of course it is, very dangerous business, isn't it?" Jeff hinted.

Scott gave your shoulder a pat, "You'll step out unto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." Scott said.

You gave a sheepish smile as you turned to Eddie, "You told them?" you asked.

"It's not every day you find a girl who's into nerd shit openly around here, of course, he did." Jeff chuckled.

"The greatest adventure is what lies ahead!" Scott sang.

Eddie chuckled quietly.

"Today and tomorrow are yet to be said" Gareth jumped in.

"The chances the changes are all yours to make!" Jeff belted dramatically, causing you to laugh.

"The mold of your life is in your hands to break." Eddie sang, sweeping his hand out towards the Hawkins sign.

The Van lingered on the brake, inches away from the crossing.

You shook your head, "Alright, fine, go." you laughed.

Eddie smirked, pleased with himself and his boys.

"Great job guys!" Eddie called back to them.

"Onward!" Jeff called out.

"We ride!" Gareth hollered as Eddie lay his foot heavily on the gass tearing up the road.

You desperately griped your seat, "Wait, not so fast! Eddie! My seatbelt!" your cries echoed into the dark early morning with the laughter of the boys.

You stirred, unure when you'd fallen asleep.

"Good, I was bored as sin." Eddie said, eyes glued to the road ahead.

You sat up in the seat and rubbed your eyes.

"I haven't slept that good in years." you yawned, stretching out your arms, an arm going out the window to feel the breeze as the van moved up the open road.

"Actually...that's a lie," you murmured, recalling how peaceful the night in Eddie's arms had felt.

Eddie glanced at you, "you just needed to get away. Some room to breathe." He said, eyes stuck to the horizon.

"Breathe the fresh air, my friend. No more lung-crushing pressure, Because out here nobody knows you, nobody knows how much you can take, or how much they can take from you. No expectations, no requirements." Eddie lulled as he glanced at you briefly.

"Outside that hellhole, you're unknown for now, you can be anything and anyone you want to be." He said.

You watched him as if entranced.

"I'm the girl who rolls with the leader of the band." you said with a smirk.

Eddie laughed, "That you can be." He said.

"I'll be happy to have you as my little dancer." He chuckled.

You smiled and turned to look at the sky, bright blue with thick white clouds cruising by.

You exhaled and rested your elbow out the window.

"I'd love to just go and chase the skyline wherever it leads me someday. Walk, ride, sail, fly it wouldn't matter just following it in whichever direction calls me," you confessed quietly.

"New people, cities, places, sounds. Collecting memories." Eddie said, "Touring is the perfect way to see it all." He said to you.

"That's why I hope Corroded Coffin can really go places," Eddie said.

"You guys have a real passion for your music, It shows in the way you play." you stated.

"All of you just get lost somewhere when you play, but you're lost together. I've not seen or heard a band so in tune with each other. Your instruments are like extra appendages, you play them like your vocal cords. They speak for you." you went on.

"You're gonna make me blush at this rate," Eddie said in a bashful laugh, he relaxed against the steering wheel.

"But it's true, and you're still in high school. Can you imagine, in two or so more years, where you'll be?" you asked.

"I know you don't hear yourselves the way the audience does. I wish you could." you said with a smile.

Eddie made a small noise as he held a fist to his mouth, hiding his face in his hair.

"Well, shit." He hummed before laughing.

You looked at him, eyes crinkling into a smile, "oh my god are you blushing?" you asked.

"Shut up, alright, I told you didn't I?" Eddie said, his voice flustered.

"Aw" you sang.

"Stop it." Eddie playfully grumbled.

Reaching out you lightly swept his hair out of the way, and behind it, you spotted the rosiness of his cheeks.

"Oh, you are!" you gasped.

"Shut up, you'll wake the others," Eddie said quietly.

"Too late, I wanna see!" Jeff called, peeking around the driver's seat.

"You look like a strawberry, man." Gareth yawned.

"Nobody asked you, man!" Eddie nearly shouted, the blush only getting worse.

You giggled quietly, slipping slowly into a laughing fit as you held your stomach.

"Oh god, she's gonna turn blue soon," Scott called.

"Seriously, ____, air take it in!" Jeff called out.

You waved a hand as if to say you couldn't as your laughter continued.

Eddie looked at you quickly with a playful leer. With his eyes back on the road, he leaned over as far as he could and planted a kiss on your cheek.

With a gasp, your laughter twisted into a series of coughs.

"Oh my god." you gasped.

Eddie back in his seat held a victorious smirk. "That serves you right." He said.

You glared at him as your cheeks started to warm up and your stomach swirled with a whirl of fluttering.

"Nice" Gareth said sharing a high-five with Eddie.

You continued to leer at Eddie.

"You enjoy it, I-I've got a secret weapon for payback, and you won't know when it's coming." you stammered.

"Oooh payback you hear that Eddie?" Jeff teased.

"I did," Eddie said leaning towards you whispering "and I'm quaking in my boots."

"Be that way." you shot, crossing your arms and turning to face the window.

Eddie chuckled, "alright, alright, we'll lighten up." he said.

"Alright guys, hurry it up, we don't have long before the concert." Eddie called, shepherding the group into a convent store.

"Stocking up on munchies!" Gareth called, rushing to the snack aisle.

You stood behind Eddie quietly clutching your backpack to your chest.

"I need to change," you said, eying the bathrooms cautiously.

"Well now is your chance," Eddie said, holding his arm out towards the bathrooms.

"Um..." you murmured, "is it ok? I mean....this place looks a little...suspect." you whispered, to which Eddie laughed.

Grabbing your shoulders, he pushed you over to the bathrooms playfully.

"Nothing can happen to you here, alright. There's four of us on guard. The bathroom might be kinda nasty, but that's it." He said.

You glanced over your shoulder at him.

"For real, if someone bothers you, just call. You're fine here." Eddie reasoned.

You gave a nod and went inside.

Only one of the two stalls was in working order, you quickly seized the stall, hanging your backpack from a hook inside the door, and pulled out a fresh shirt.

You looked at the shirt you'd picked up from the printing press the day before.

"I hope it's ok, I'm not exactly an expert on Band shirts...." you thought while slipping it on.

You then pulled on a leather vest Amy had pinched and zipped it up to hide the shirt.

"I hope this surprises them." you thought, taking hold of your backpack and walking out of the stall.

The bathroom lights flickered and your heart dropped.

"No not here too," you thought biting your lip.

The light flickered off and you stood in the darkness, clutching your bag.

"This isn't happening," you whispered, shutting your eyes tightly.

"Please." you hummed.

Opening your eyes and looking around, strange particles floated around you, and vines slithered slowly across the ground.

"Shit." you whimpered, backing away from the door as the vines reached from under it.

You backed up until your back bumped into something strange, it moved along your back like worms but stood solid as a wall. Holding your breath, you turned slowly to face it, eyes locking with a haunting milky blue gaze.

Dead or alive, you couldn't tell what he was, but his gaze kept you frozen, your throat tightening as if being strangled.

The thing's large, spindly hand reached out and lightly held the side of your face.

"She will lead you back." He said.

"T-that voice." you stammered.

"You aren't the boy, but..." you cried out in pain as your head felt as if it would implode as if being filled with air like a balloon.

A sharp shock flew up Eddie's spine as he turned to the Bathrooms, "____?" he questioned, a faint scream lingering in his ears.

Looking around, it seemed as though no one else had heard. Walking with careful steps towards the bathroom, Eddie knocked lightly.

"You ok in there?" He asked.

With no reply, Eddie knocked again, "____ come on you in there?" He asked, but silence lingered.

Eddie looked up at the door and then back at the others before entering.

"Jesus, McKinney!" he exhaled, rushing to you, finding you kneeling on the floor clutching your head, your body trembling faintly.

At his touch, your eyes flew open, filled with tears as you looked up into Eddie's face.

"Eddie?" you questioned.

Eddie nodded and opened his arms as you fell into them, gripping at his shirt as you hid your face in his shoulder.

"Y-yeah, I'm here...what happened?" Eddie asked quietly.

"I don't know, it- it happened again." you choked.

"My head..." you whispered.

Eddie grimaced as an odd tingling sensation seemed to radiate from your body.

Rather than pull away, Eddie held you tighter.

"It's ok. you're probably just overwhelmed by everything right now." He reasoned.

You shook your head, you wanted to tell him of the things you saw, of the flickering lights and how the world around you turned into some infected thing. Of the walking corpse.

"He'll think I've lost it." you thought to yourself.

Eddie knelt there with you, quietly stroking your head until you settled down.

"You know..." you mustered, trying your best to be convincing.

"You're probably right. I-I'm sorry for being such a basketcase." you apologized in a quiet murmur.

"Don't be, it's that cesspool household of yours that did it." Eddie spat, helping you to your feet.

With his thumb he wiped away the tear under your eye and smiled down at you.

"It'll be nothing but a bad memory once we get you to the show, alright. Just hold on." He said.

You smiled and nodded, letting him lead you out of the bathroom as you stole one last glance behind you, expecting the thing to return.

"Hey, what happened?" Jeff asked, looking between you both with concern.

"Ah, nothing," Eddie spoke carefully.

"Let's just pay for the stuff and go, or will be late." Eddie said, the boys let it go but shared glances with each other following the two of them.

"Aren't you hot with that jacket zipped up that far?" Scott asked you as you all waded up the long line into the concert venue.

"Nope" you hummed, rocking back and forth on your heels, hands on the vest collar.

Gareth looked between his friends, "anyone else think that 'nope' was kinda ornery?" He asked chuckling.

"Kind of? Totally." Eddie laughed, but he was happy it seemed as though you'd shaken what had happened to you.

"Whatever it was..." He thought.

You let Eddie handle your ticket as you entered in, your hand lightly holding his sleeve as he led the pack down halls and stairs to the floor behind the security escort.

He and the boys seemed very hyped, and you held a large smile as you watched them talk animatedly among each other.

The floor was crowded in the dark room, "stay close," said Eddie speaking into your ear.

You gave a nod and looked curiously around, your eyes eventually wandering off to see the stage. you were close, but there was still a good number of people in front of you.

Lost in the new sights and sounds, you were taken by surprise as the room fell even darker and the stage lights flashed on, smoke covered the stage and the amps sang before the guitars did.

Around you, the boys roared loudly with cheers, as did the rest of the room. The band welcomed the audience and thanked the city of Pittsburgh before starting to play.

It didn't take long for the crowd to lose it, singing along and moving about.

You giggled as Eddie and Gareth sang the song at each other while hopping around near where Scott and Jeff air-guitared.

You swayed to the music and found yourrself watching them more than the stage.

Eddie stole a look at you and smiled.

"Like this." He instructed, kneeling in a wide stance, he flung his head back and forth. His hair whipped forward and back along with the music.

You shook your head, "I can't, you look cool, I'll look silly." you called over the music.

Eddie flipped his hair back and grinned at you.

"Oh come on," he said.

Jeff came up next to you and he and Eddie headbanged together. Soon all the boys were doing it.

"Come on ____! You have to!" Scott called.

You shook your head no again, and Eddie sighed.

"Fine, then do as I do." He called out and began to jump up and down to the music, his arms and legs doing whatever came naturally as he bopped his head to the beat.

"Not that bad, right?" He asked.

You hesitantly did the same.

"There you go!" Gareth cheered for you.

"Ok, this isn't too bad." you confessed.

But for all your protesting by the time the third song came around, you stood at Eddie's side shaking your head about.

"Yeaaah! go!" Jeff cheered.

Eddie laughed from next to you, once more playing his guitar out of air and singing.

The group suddenly felt the crowd pushing towards them.

"Oh... Eddie! Eddie!" Scott called, Eddie stopped his thrashing about and looked around, he pulled you to him as the crowd became slightly aggressive.

"We aren't near the middle, are we?" Gareth asked, watching as a mosh circle was starting to form.

"I think...we're far enough away." Eddie said.

"Just keep a patch clear for her." He added.

The boys made sure to circle around you. She watched them keep up well with the crowd and felt safe between them.

All was well until, "wait...wait, where'd they go?" you asked yourself.

You felt that you'd been slowly pushed about, but you never noticed you had been pushed away.

You could see a slight clearing in the middle of the floor and tried your best to keep out of the way of the wildly flailing and jumping fans.

Your eyes grew wide as one man had a slightly busted lip.

"Ouch, that's unfortunate." you thought.

"Watch the elbow man!" Eddie called, slipping between you and another fan, blocking their elbow with his hand.

"Sorry!" they called.

"All good." Eddie replied.

Turning to you, he gave you a smile.

"How'd you manage to end up here?" he asked you.

"Hell if I know." you said with a shrug.

"Don't worry, let's hitch you a ride to safer ground." He said.

You blinked, asking, "h-hitch a ride?"

Eddie turned to a group next to him, "Hey it's her first concert, mind helping us out?" He asked them loudly, pointing his finger upwards.

"Yeah man," one of the group called happily.

"Whoa!" you yelped as you found yourself hoisted into the air, mind screaming madly as you could feel hands holding you high.

"Strange hands on my ass! Because that's what I want to relive!" your mind shouted.

Turning your head, you saw the crowd push Eddie into the air as well. He laughed at the expression on your face.

"Relax, they've got you!" He called as the two of you started moving across a sea of hands.

"It's like being stuck in an ocean!" you called wide-eyed.

"That's why it's called crowd-surfing!" Eddie shouted.

"Relax, together they're strong, you won't sink. Enjoy it!" He added.

Once you relaxed, a large grin came to your face.

"This is kind of fun!" you giggled watching Eddie air guitaring once more gliding across the hands of the audience, and you joined him.

Being lowered back to the ground at the back of the circle, Eddie held out his hands to help you down to your feet. Back on solid ground, you peered up at him with an amazed smile.

"That was a little amazing!" you called to him.

Eddie took your hand and you both started to hop around to the music again.

It didn't take long for the guys to find you again, once you were surrounded once more you looked between them and unzipped your vest, revealing the shirt.

At first, neither of the guys took notice.

"Wait, wait.....what does that say?!" Gareth nearly shrieked.

"No fucking way!" Scott shouted.

Jeff and Eddie turned to see what the commotion was about.

"Holy shit. Where did you get that?" Jeff asked wide-eyed.

You smiled with pride, "I had it made."

Eddie threw his arm around you and leaned his forehead against the side of your head.

"Looks like we got a number one fan now, gentlemen!" Eddie cheered.

"I can have more made for -" your words turned into a yell of surprise, Eddie swept you up.

With the help of Jeff and Gareth you found yourself sitting up on Eddie's shoulders.

"Oh, too high!" you screamed.

Eddie held tight to your legs, "I got you." He laughed.

"This girl is fucking amazing!" Eddie shouted to the sky.

It was as if every once of embarrassment, fluster, and emotion gathered up to ache in the apples of your cheeks.

"Sh-shut up!" you warned.

"It's not supposed to backfire!" you shouted down at him.

"what, this was supposed to be payback?" He snickered with a smirk.

"You just put me on cloud nine, what kind of revenge is that?" he asked, swaying with the music as he bopped you around on his shoulders happily.

You sighed in defeat but smiled to yourself.

"I can see the stage better up here." you stated.

"Eat your heart out up there." Eddie said, watching his friends dance about as well as the band perform on stage.

You threw your hands into the air and started to move, throwing metal signs you'd seen the guys use.

Looking up at you, Eddie shook his head, a content smile on his face.

"This isn't actually happening." he thought to himself.

"I'll wake up sleep at home, surely." he thought.

You looked down at him and stuck you tongue out, "am I doing it right?" you teased.

Eddie chuckled, "not even close, but it's perfect." he said.

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Roseblings Chatfic AU Chapter 10 Q&A

magic bitches

9:13 am

father: I'm only saying this for foreshadowing purposes, but I met the person who threw us all into this mess today. Apparently it wasn't really them, but some version of them created for the sole purpose of "fucking with us". Either way, they seemed nice, but were also scarily bent on "traumatizing my poor blorbos" so I do not know what is going on with them.

tech wizard: on THAT terrifying note, good morning bitchesss

glitter starboy: Pix are you some sort of eldrich being or something who is able to talk to the fucking CREATOR???

father: Shoot, that wasn't in the script, wait a second while I consult Cat.

buff buff farmer: It's too early for you to be joking about this stuff Pix

father: I promise you, I am not joking.

CatHumanThing joined the groupchat

CatHumanThing: henlo motherfuckers prepare for suffering >:3

tech wizard: WHAT THE FUCK

buff buff farmer: holy shit who tf are you

glitter starboy: How tf did this thing join-

actual wizard: I'm gonna go, I dont have the energy for this rn

father: Why hello, I would ask where you came from, had I not already known that your response would simply be a vague sentence and nothing more.

CatHumanThing: And the only semi-reasonable person here is RIGHT! All yall need to know is im here to ask yall questions

fungi fungus gnome: ominous

CatHumanThing: OKAYYY first up, from ArchAngelAthena, for gem: STOP TRYING TO BE STRONG ALL THE DAMN TIME!!! Your only hurting urself, and ur brother! And if it continues then ur brother will cry, & if he cry’s then i cry & it’ll be a bad day for everyone! Stop thinking u have to do everything right now! U have —only god knows how long— time ahead of u, relax, take a chill pill, spend some time with friends and family, eventually u won’t have the time to do so… so take the chance while u still have it… ur parents we’re assholes, & did many illegal things, but don’t let what they did change how u live ur life… we —ur brother, ur friends, the ones who watch all this— love u, & we don’t want u hurting urself, ok? Take care of urself, see ya soon!

actual wizard: A. That wasnt a question B. how did you know about all of this, are you stalking me?? C. I'll try but I have wayy too many things to get done

tech wizard: Gem, it's summer.

actual wizard: So?

CatHumanThing: Gem.

actual wizard: I'll try.

CatHumanThing: Good enough. Next question, from Ravenpuff99, to everyone: What are your pronouns, gender, and sexuality, also favourite flower and animal :)

tech wizard: I use he/they pronouns, im transmasc, and pan, also i like wither roses and salmon

actual wizard: She/they, demigirl, and bi with a preference for women, and wither roses and cats

scary fish lady: I use she/her and most neos, I'm a girl, and im bi with no preference, i like water lilies and axolotls

short pottery man: heyyy i use he/him, male, demisexual, and my favorite flowers are blossoming azaleas and my favorite animals are donkeys specifically named jeramy

scary fish lady: joel istg stop it with your weird cult-

short pottery man: ITS NOT A CULT ITS A RELIGION

glitter starboy: Ignoring that, i use he/him, transmasc, gay and poly, and i like poppies and snowy owls

jungle bitch: He/him, male, gay, and I like most jungle plants and nether plants, and my favorite animals are tigers

jungle bitch: And Xorny says xe uses they/he/it/xe/void pronouns and are nonbinary, and are gay. They like nether mushrooms and cats

fungi fungus gnome: she/they/shroom, demigirl, ace sapphic, mushrooms, and wolves!

plant flower faerie: She/they, girl, grayasexual demiromantic sapphic, ALL flowers are AMAZING and i love them all equally, and i really love cats or bees, they're both so cute!

father: I use he/they pronouns, identify as male and omnisexual with a preference towards men, and I don't have a particular animal I like most.

buff buff farmer: I use she/her, im a girl, im aroace, and i like sunflowers and ducks

blood sheep man: I use he/him, im a boy, im bi with a preference towards men, and i like wither roses and blood sheep

pathetic fish man: he/they, demiboy, asexual biromantic polyam, i like cornflowers and cod

CatHumanThing: OKAYYY that took forever!!! Anyways, next question is from Ravenpuff99 again, for everyone: When's the last time you did self care? This is your reminder that we love you, and to go eat/drink/sleep/take meds/shower if you need to or haven't recently. Self care is important!! We will all cry if you don't take care of yourself (this is a threat) <333

father: For the sake of time, I will tell you that the only ones here who regularly get a good nights' sleep are Jimmy, Pearl, and I.

CatHumanThing: Next one, from teslapenguini! Everyone other than shrub n katherine, how long have yall been watching those two completely fail to realise their feelings and how close are you to just directly spelling it out to them?

buff buff farmer: Istg, its taking forever. Ever sincem iddle school theyve been dancing around each other. I just. Im THIS close to telling them directly

father: They are frustratingly oblivious, and have been since around the 8th grade, to the best of my memory.

glitter starboy: It's a wonder i didnt add katherine to the simp chat earlier. The amount of "oh they're so cute i wonder why" i have to tolerate. And shrubs even worse.

plant flower faerie: shrub do you have any idea wtf they re all talking about

fungi fungus gnome: a little but i refuse to accept it

glitter starboy: its getting worse. Shes oblivious by choice now

jungle bitch: ok actually i'll say it right now: guys just kiss already

plant flower faerie: whos he talking to

fungi fungus gnome: i know but i wont tell you

scary fish lady: even jimmy isnt this oblivious i swear-

actual wizard: They are so obliviously agonizingly gay for each other and have been since around the 7-8th grade that at this point i try my best to ignore it

plant flower faerie: im starting to catch on but i refuse to believe it

fungi fungus gnome: same

glitter starboy: Katherine, shrub, besties, guys, just…. Its… its getting so agonizingly painful. Just. yeah.

CatHumanThing: Okayy from Crystal, to everyone, do you guys have stuffed animals? If so, what are their names and what are they of?

scary fish lady: Two axolotls named sir strawberry and lady marcelline

pathetic fish man: One unnamed cod plush that norman absolutely loves

short pottery man: stuffed animals are for losers

scary fish lady: he has a donkey named jeramy that he based an entire religion off of in elementary to middle school

short pottery man: THESE ARE FALSE CLAIMs

actual wizard: a dragon plush named violet that gandalf loves!

fungi fungus gnome: A cat named star

jungle bitch: I never had any because my raptors tear them up all the time

tech wizard: YOU HAVE RAPTORS?????

jungle bitch: Yep! [Raptors.image.png] (it's of a raptor curled up asleep in Joey's lap)

fungi fungus gnome: that. is. adorable.

plant flower faerie: I have a bunch of bee plushes!

glitter starboy: I have a bunch of snowy owl plushes and they all have names, theres too many to fit here though

tech wizard: A salmon plush

father: I have a copper car I named David, does that count?

blood sheep man: I got Bubbles a dog plush to keep her company

buff buff farmer: i have many ducks

CatHumanThing: AnnulledGoat asked Shrub: What's your favorite mushroom, also do you like mooshrooms?

fungi fungus gnome: I really like the fly agaric, it's really pretty, PLUS it gets you high! Also YES THEY ARE SO CUTE-

glitter starboy: mushrooms that get you high >>>>>> normal mushrooms

tech wizard: fr

father: You guys are not allowed to get high.

tech wizard: you're no fun

CatHumanThing: I have a paraphrased thing that my bestie/beta-reader-i-cant-contact-rn Cedar said once, for Shrub: shrub is my fav since shes short

fungi fungus gnome: aww thx! Yaknow, there really needs to be more positivity about beign short

plant flower faerie: Shrub doesnt have to be short to be anyones favorite, they're just like that :)

fungi fungus gnome: thx bestie!

glitter starboy: yknow what im just gonna tell them

CatHumanThing: Oh, scott, you cant do that for plot reasons. I will physically restrain you and take away your plot-relevancy for 5 whole chapters :D /srs /threat

glitter starboy: ok, you're terrifying, duly noted

CatHumanThing: Next! From crimston7, to everyone, including me: what’s your favourite book? And if you don’t really read then what’s your favourite game?

CatHumanThing: I used to be obsessed with warriors

fungi fungus gnome: I have a book about mushrooms that I have memorized if that counts

actual wizard: Its really hard to choose a favorite book, but i have a book about magic that i absolutely adore

tech wizard: annoying gem to the point of insanity

blood sheep man: a book on blood magic and summoning demons! :D

jungle bitch: the same book that Sausage likes because it got me Xorny

glitter starboy: ew. anyways, the book on the clash of the great stags because i like the story , and i feel connected to it for some reason

plant flower faerie: A book on gardening!

scary fish lady: It's hard to choose a single book, so ill just say the game: marco polo

short pottery man: a book i wrote on jeramyism

pathetic fish man: I had a bit of a warriors phase a bit ago, i liked the ones that had a focus on riverclan

buff buff farmer: Books are cool, but I dont really have a favorite

father: A book on prophecy.

CatHumanThing: Woo! Now, for Katherine, from blxegrxpe, what is your opinion on all your friends? Answer honestly

plant flower faerie: Scott is cool, he's my bestie, shrub is really cute and kind and funny and awesome and i love talking to her and i think about them a lot :D, lizzie kinda scares me but shes also really cool, gem is smart and clever but really needs to take care of herself, fWhip scares me a little, so does sausage, joey is cool but istg he simps for a literal DEMON/ELF/IDK, i dont know joel that well but he seems cool, jimmy is really kind, pix is 100% one of the only sane people here, which is concerning because he seems mildly insane/lh, and pearl is realljy strong and cool

fungi fungus gnome: wow, thanks :D

plant flower faerie: it's true, you're awesome shrub!

buff buff farmer: okay they're TRYING to be frustrating at this point.

CatHumanThing: LAAAST QUESTION!!!: for fWhip, from blxegrxpe, why do you like inventing so much?

tech wizard: Its fun, i get to unleash monstrosities on the world, and i can make cool stuff

actual wizard: he also likes it because he can create chaos

tech wizard: yup :)

CatHumanThing: I have now thoroughly questioned you, and i will leave with a single statement: beware of pixlriffs, yall are driving him insane with your lack of sleep

CatHumanThing: ADIOS MOTHERFUCKERSSSSSS!!!!

CatHumanThing left the groupchat

tech wizard: what the fuck just happened

mushrooms and plants belong together :D

10:28 am

Shub :D: so katherine uh do you understand a bit about what they were yelling at us about in the chat

Kath <3: A bit, i dont wanna believe it though, i just found out something about myself a few days ago so..

Shub :D: Same, but uh

Shub :D: Since its making them kinda frustrated and it pains them to watch

Shub :D: why dont we amp up our obliviousness and put a bit more of an oblivious front just to mess with them

Kath <3: That doesnt seem very nice but it also seems like it would be funny…

Kath <3: Yes

Kath <3: But before we do that, i think i should tell you something

Kath <3: You're really pretty and nice and cool and cute and i think i have a crush on you

Shub :D: I like you too :)

Kath <3: So i guess them being upset at us did what it was intended to do haha

Shub :D: It really did, but they dont know that yet and so we can mess with them

Kath <3: How much are you willing to bet they dont find out their yelling worked until like 6 months into the future?

Shub :D: at least $20

Kath <3: So does this mean we're dating?

Shub :D: I guess Kath <3: woo!

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hoodiehydra · 2 years ago

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I posted 148 times in 2022

That's 148 more posts than 2021!

34 posts created (23%)

114 posts reblogged (77%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@lightgriffinsect

@taterswithranch

@imjustusingthistolikeartists

@jinxic

@badsciencejokes

I tagged 91 of my posts in 2022

Only 39% of my posts had no tags

#hydrawriter - 11 posts

#fnf agoti - 9 posts

#fnf tabi - 8 posts

#fnf - 6 posts

#fnf aldryx - 5 posts

#digital drawing - 5 posts

#fnf selever - 4 posts

#fnf ruv - 3 posts

#fnf void - 3 posts

#random thoughts at 1am - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 113 characters

#im not gonna lie i would think its either where agoti was trapped or the nothing world where selever was stuck in

My Top Posts in 2022:

It’s 1am rn and I was just thinking about Selever / Rasazy’s and Aldryx / Agoti’s sibling dynamics and how much both my and my little sister can actually relate to them.

I have somehow taken on both Selever’s and Aldryx’s sibling personalities and my sister is basically Rasazy (but she does act like Agoti sometimes).

Why do I love this so much wtf

7 notes - Posted December 5, 2022

Hi 🦊anon. Can you write a Selever x reader? For fluff? Thx

I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED FROM THE PITS OF HELL- ok I know hell is a “bad” word but it’s a place.

I suggest you don’t read this one if you can’t handle strong language. Because as fine as our lovely demon boy is here, he does curse a lot, or at least that’s what I headcannon him to be.

Also why is he so fucking tall bro- like 7 FEET? WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN EATING SIR

That was very off topic.

Selever x reader

Fluff/ Romance

Warnings: inappropriate language and (maybe) subtle dirty jokes (… I will figure it out along the way) also maybe incorrect quotes

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You’re sprawled out on the couch, lying on Selever. How did we even get here in the first place?

Let me rewind.

Chaotic boyfriend and his chaotic significant other = absolute chaos.

So now the both of you are watching a horror movie, in the evening, and the show was pretty crappy, actually. Cliche story, cliche characters and this would be your average dose of horror. Boring.

Well, someone had to do something about this situation, because neither of you were having it.

“Well, as top in this relationship-” Selever started.

“I can’t believe you’re playing rank with me right now.” You interrupted.

“*Ahem* As I was saying, as TOP in this relationship, I say we go for a drive.”

It was an interesting proposal, since he would usually be more up for round of rap battling instead of this.

You didn’t hesitate, despite this not being his usual behaviour.

You both climbed into the car and drove off, to who knows where. The both of you were jamming to the radio, then putting on your personal playlists when the music got boring and didn’t fit the car’s vibes.

Selever was grinning like an idiot, well, he is one, while you were singing your heart out the entire time.

Quality bonding time.

You couldn’t be happier, just being with him and driving aimlessly through the city’s night lights. It was a beautiful moment. However, as beautiful as this moment was, you couldn’t help but question why he was being this romantic.

“Hey Sel?”

“Hm?”

“Why are you being romantic all of a sudden? I mean, I really like it, but uh- what’s gotten into you?”

“Can’t a demon guy spend some time with the person he loves?”

While saying that, he shot you a smile. Not his usual cocky smile, but a loving one. It sent heat rushing through your cheeks as you stared at him, since he rarely smiled like that towards you.

“Easy there shithead, you look like you’re gonna fucking blow up.” Way to ruin the moment.

You breathed in and cooled down while staring out the window.

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Hello! 🦊anon. Can you write a fnf (Friday night funkin) agoti xreader? For fluff please？thx.

Perfect! I’ve recently been thinking of a good prompt for this and I HAVE FOUND IT! Hooray!

Also, greetings, fox anon. Nice to see ya again.

One “Exhausted but excited”, coming up!

Prompt: Work’s tiring for the both of you, but your digidevil boyfriend is here to make it better!

Warnings: none in general, a bit of a sharp tongue here and there (PUN NOT INTENDED) but overall PG :D

Romantic fluff, enjoy!

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“Mph…” you said nothing, groaning as you stepped into the door of you and AGOTI’s shared apartment. The sweet feeling of home soon warmed yourself up as you finally relaxed into the familiar walls of your home. (Side note: my class is insane asf and we call our class walls “Wallace”. The wall is now a he and is our class mascot. 70% of the boys simp for Wallace and we worship him as our god. ALL HAIL WALLACE- more Wallace updates to come)

The feeling was soothing, and all the immense stress and tension from work today soon faded away as your digidevil of a boyfriend soon came into view. You smiled softly, energy drastically drained as you slumped onto the couch, where he joined you and pulled you into his lap.

“Babe, you good?” He gently asked.

“Been worse.” A blunt mumble flew out of your mouth.

He sighed and massaged your scalp, you relaxed in his touch and sighed in satisfaction.

“Hm…” You groaned, as he stopped petting you and took the remote. You frowned mildly, but was too tired to complain and you silently waited. He soon went back to you, massaging your scalp again and F/M (favourite movie. What’s your favourite movie? Mine is either HTTYD or Venom. VENOM IS NOT BECAUSE OF AGOTI I SWEAR) was playing in the background. It was really relaxing, just a soft, quiet moment, just the two of you.

“C’mon, I bought pizza for dinner. You’re not cooking, and I can’t cook for shit unless you want the house to burn down.” He joked.

… nice way to ruin the moment.

You complained, but was dragged from the couch. At least it was pizza, it was worth getting up for. You both chewed on your pizzas in silence, occasionally sending each other memes from the internet, so dinner wouldn’t be too boring.

“How was your day?” AGOTI broke the silence.

“Tiring. Managing a retail shop may be a small job, but it can still be exhausting.” You replied.

“Yeah, but you’re great at your job! I have no idea how you handle it.” AGOTI cheered you on.

He was always very supportive, always behind you and comforting you when things got tough. 2 years of being together and you couldn’t imagine your life without him.

“I guess I am. Work is just getting more busy and I can’t handle it sometimes.” You thought out loud.

“And I’m here for you. You know that.” He smiled warmly.

Soft moments with AGOTI weren’t rare, but it’s not common either. It’s a really special thing.

You smiled warmly at his words, finally feeling happy with yourself. You stood up and hugged him, whispering thanks. He reciprocated the hug, warmth engulfing the both of you.

Yeah, life wasn’t always the smoothest, but needless to say, an exhausted you and a relaxing evening only made you more excited for your future with your boyfriend.

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This was requested a while ago, sorry!

Got this idea a few days ago and this is the end product. I’m not very proud of it. The ending was abrupt and the “excited” part wasn’t mentioned much. No idea if snek will see this but- meh.

11 notes - Posted November 19, 2022

Hi🐷anon Can u pls write a Kiawe from Pokémon sun and moon xreader?

Hello 🐷 anon! Yeah, no problem, I can do that. Romance, basically. Right?

Let's start with the story.

PROMPT: Just you and Kiawe being fluffy :>

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"I'm so fluffing bored!" you complained, sprawled out on your bed. Who were you talking to? No one, if we were going to be honest. It was just an average day, just going to the school, hanging out with your friends and then going back home. Boringggggggg.

No, see. Here's the thing about today. NO ONE. AND I MEAN, NO ONE. was free today. AND IT'S ONLY 3 PM!

By now, you would have rang Lillie to maybe play with Snowy or y/s/p (your starter pokémon) or maybe join Mallow in cooking some new dish. At some point, Hau or Gladion battling with you wouldn’t sound like a bad idea to pass the time. Maybe even Lana, or Ash could have asked you to hang out and hell, you would have said yes in a heartbeat.

Honestly, why wouldn't you say yes.

And you were so bored, super bored. Honestly, at this point you would have screamed into a pillow to pass the time. ACTUALLY, YOU COULD DO THAT YEAH WHERES THE PILLOW-

Knock knock

And who could that be? You checked your phone. You had no arrangements or plans, and it was currently 3:30. Who could it be to save you from your boredom?

You were gingerly walking down the stairs of your home, afraid of what? I have no idea. This place was safe. Safe. Totally safe.

You quietly opened the door, the door creaking just a little. Yeah, you were expecting maybe Sophocles to take you to who knows where, just for science reasons.

Not this.

Your face was just pure shock, or surprise. You didn’t expect it at least, no. You would have never thought this would have happened. Throat dry, you asked, “What are you doing here, Kiawe?”

The tanner boy had his usual smile on his face along with a hint of pink dusted on his cheeks. You could have died right then and there. So, not only were you in your home clothing, looking like a basic, boring person, but your crush was the one who witnessed it. Not to mention, he was looking really cute.

“I was wondering if you would like to have a pokémon battle with me? Y’know, for training.” Kiawe replied, hope lacing his tone.

You, of course, instantly agreed. Two reasons: boredom, and because who would give up their chance to spend time with their crush?

After you agreed, Kiawe dragged you out of your house, not giving you any time to change. As much as you wanted to look a little nicer at least, the boy was already pulling you out the door by the hand and brought you to a nearby battlefield.

After reaching the field, neither of you wasted any time and brought out your pokémon. The battle didn’t last long, but it was very intense, and entertaining. It eventually resulted in a draw, and while you shook hands, you could only mumble a small “Thank you for the battle”. It’s not that you were disappointed that you didn’t win, well, maybe a little, but- yeah you were just disappointed that you didn’t win. You were also feeling a bit embarrassed that you had lost to him.

Kiawe noticed the change in tone, and asked, “Hey, Y/N, why are you always mumbling around me? Do you not like me?”

Those words shocked you. How could he say that? Who wouldn’t like him?

You shook your head immediately, saying, “No! How could you even think that? Who wouldn’t like you?” At this point, you were so taken aback by his words, that you couldn’t stop yourself before you went too far.

“Kiawe, you don’t understand. I really like you, more than a friend, and I was just feeling nervous around you, and-” you stopped yourself. You had said way too much by now, you didn’t want to mess anything up even more. You shook your head, and quickly added on, “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened to me, let’s forget this ever happened.”

Kiawe was… surprised. He looked in confusion, and asked, “Why would I want to forget this? It’s not all the time where your crush would confess to you like that.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. In that moment, you hugged him. You could have cried, screamed in happiness, but you held it in. You were very happy that day, and spent the rest of the day with your crush, who you now knew liked you back.

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Whoa! First request: done.

I’m actually pretty proud of this, even though he’s not someone I simp for, but yeah.

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16 notes - Posted October 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

For the ask game:

💔 An angsty headcanon for Selever

👗 A headcanon about Aldryx's clothes

Ooooo

For Selever, I think he would be in a sort of depression stage when he was in the nothing world, but it’s not that heavy. Since he is trapped in a space of literal nothingness, he has no one else to talk to besides his sister, and he lacks friends and social interaction, which will probably make him more gloomy over time.

Aldryx would have a lot of choices and a huge variety in his clothes. I think he would wear dresses sometimes because he can (also because I saw fanart of him wearing dresses when he was younger and HE WOULD WEAR THAT) also he would wear tank tops and those that show more skin at home, and wear jeans and leather jackets outside.

Maybe.

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psst! Hey chucklefucks :D little side note before this story goes ahead, this Peter is based on the one in my head, and he's 25. I wouldn't fuck the MCU spidey, he looks like an absolute foetus. Also Tom isn't really my type, Andrew however~ well, you already know if you saw that kiss ;)

Peter sits a glass of whiskey down in front of Logan, taking a seat acrostic from him with a gaudy pink hello kitty mug in his other hand.

Logan let's put an amused grunt before lifting the glass to his lips, "thanks bub, really needed this after the fuckery I just been through", he says appreciatively.

"yeah so, what exactly happened? Wade's been gone for almost 2 months and I was really starting to get worried", the younger man fiddles with what's undoubtedly one of Wade's mugs. "Also how are you alive??"

"well to be completely honest with you, I was intoxicated and hungover for 70% of it all, but I'm pretty sure we were only in The Void for 2 days". The older man replies gruffly. "Bloody time multiverse bullshit, if you ask me I don't understand a lick of it, and don't care to either".

Peter immediately perks up at that. "Wait, Multiverse?"

Logan eyes him almost curiously. "Yeah, you know anything about it? Whole thing felt kinda like a fever dream".

Peter looks almost giddy with excitement then. "Omg you're from an alternate universe aren't you! That's how you're alive, you're a different Wolverine! Oh that's so cool! How are you here? And why? Did something happen to your timeline?"

Logan flood back in his chair with a grunt. "Slow down kid, jeez. Nothing happened to my timeline except me", he grumbles and looks down into his glass. "Don't matter anyways, I'm here now, some kind of anchor being or some shit, me n' wade both actually. We saved this timeline..." Logan goes quiet then.

Peter watches him with rapt attention, eyes wide and waiting for the older man to go on. He is so going to nerd out about this later!

Logan grunts at the younger man's interest. "I was minding my own self pitying business when your boy kidnapped me from my timeline and basically forced me to help him save this timeline, we ended up The Void, it's a little fuzzy how we got there really- but some crazy shit happened. As much as Wade is annoying piece of shit, he grows on ya", Logan smiles sincerely.

"he was going to sacrifice his dumb ass, y'know. He could've actually died... For you, all your friends and shit. He.. he told me you guys were his whole world- so before you yell at him again for disapearin', keep that in mind yeah?" Logan tells him quietly, doing anything to avoid eye contact. Something like guilt sat heavy in his stomach and he gulped down the rest of the glass.

Peter softens, his excitement waning and replaced with a warmth in his chest. A small smile makes its way to his face, which he hides in the mug, taking a sip of the sweet tea. "Oh. Thankyou for telling me. Thankyou for bringing him back to me", he looks back up at Logan with soft eyes.

Logan looks away quickly, stomach lurching. "Uh yeah. Look I um, I don't know exactly what's going on between you and Wade... but if it's something serious, I got something I should probably tell you", he clears his throat and fiddles with his now empty glass.

"hm?" Peter tilts his head like an adorable lost puppy, and Logan feels something sharp hit him square in the chest. "What are you talking about?"

Logan groans. "Don't make me say it".

Peter looks even more confused, causing wade to suck in a deep sigh. Before he opens his mouth, though, Peter seems to finally catch on.

"Oh. Oh." Peter giggles, so hard he actually snorts. "Oh me and Wade? Ha! No, no, we're not-" Peter tries desperately to stifle his laughter. "No, Wade's just my emotional support pin cushion, his words not mine, but they certainly fit".

Logan nods his head, "sorry for assuming, you guys just seemed- earlier, y'know..." he stammers, grasping for words that refuse to come to him.

Peter giggles again, bringing the mug to his mouth. "I get it, we're just roomies though", he smiles. But something in his eyes catches Logan's attention and he smirks.

"just?" He asks, smugly.

Peter looks up at him with his gorgeous brown eyes, a gentle blush on his face. "Okay, you got me. We've messed around a little, nothing serious, though. Nothing below the belt", Peter admits coyly.

"yeah? You sound a little disappointed 'bout that, bub", Logan teases, leaning into it.

Peter chuckles, hiding behind the mug again. "Maybe. It's... Complicated though; I'm still afraid, of loosing people y'know. And I, if we become more, I'm scared of how much it'll hurt..." He almost whispers the last part, keeps his eyes down. He can feel the way Logan's eyes watch him closely.

"yeah", Logan sighs. "Yeah I know exactly what you mean."

The room goes quite, a comfortable air of mutual understanding filling the space between them.

After a moment Peter looks at Logan, "Want another drink?"

Logan hums, "it alright if I just take the bottle?" He asks, and Peter grins as he gets up and moves to the cupboard behind him.

"sure thing, it's only gonna sit there forever otherwise. I'm not a big drinker", Peter explains, grabbing the bottle down and sliding it across the table.

"thanks bub." Peter watches as Logan takes a hearty swig, something catching his curiosity.

"so, when U asked about Wade and I, you said there's something you needed to tell me?"

Logan almost chokes on his next sip, wiping his mouth with a groan. "Ah right." He makes eye contact with an interesting spot on the wall to his left. "We uhm... He pissed me off and I said some pretty fucked up shit, and well", Logan clears his throat. "Apparently getting into a physical fight with someone who can't die, in the back of a godforsaken car, can get pretty heated after a few hours..."

"Oh?" Peter's eyes shine with interest. "Did the adrenaline and high testosterone get the best you both?" He asks slyly.

"cut the science shit, we hate fucked alright". Logan rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "Just wanted to make I wasn't gonna be home wrecking or nothin' in a lapse of my judgement", he huffed irritatedley.

"was that all it was?" Peter's teased. A mix of confusing feelings sword low in his gut, unsure of weather to be jealous and possessive, or intrigued by the image of Wade undoubtedly torn to pieces by wolverines claws while they got their rocks off.

Logan scoffed, then let out an amused chuckle. "Trust me bub, that's all it was. Just two guys letting out some pent up energy". He wraps his lips around the top of the bottle and Peter watches closely as he swallows down the cheap whiskey. "Plus, it's been like 60 odd years since I last got my dick wet, not my fault the little guy wanted some attention", he chuckles.

Peter laughs then. "Oh and how old are you exactly Mr Wolverine?"

"255, I think. Might've lost count somewhere, but", he lifts his hand and flicks it side to side, "bout close enough".

"oh you're a lot older than our Wolvie was," Peter hums. He was thinking about something before being abruptly inyerupted.

"Ooohhhh yeahh baby! Missed that shower, she's so good to me". Peter smiles as Wade enters the room loudly. "So what have you cuties been talking about?"

Peter grins, leaning back in his seat. "Oh nothing much Wilson. Though you might wanna fill me in on the deats of later tonight, gotta say, I'm a little jealous Logan here got car sex before I did".

Logan grunts and glares at Peter before looking back to Wade in his stupid tiny towel, an even stupider expression forming on his face.

"oh Petey! You wanna have sex with me!? Oh why didn't you say so sooner baby boy, we've only been roommates for almost 2 years!" He jumps over excitedly to grab at Peter's face, squishing it between his hands. "We can go right now if you want~?"

Peter bursts I to laughter, shoving at Wade and pushing him away. "Omg you freak, go put some fucking clothes on". Wade persists with a pleading face, earning him a palm to the face as Peter pushes it away from his. "I'm serious!" He laughs.

"oh come on snookums, you're not afraid of the company are you?" Wade wiggles his non-existtent eyebrows. "don't worry Sweet cheeks, as you know, Logie-bear here has seen my whole cock and balls already!"

Peter snorts and webs Wade's mouth shut. "Omg shut up! You're gonna be the one scaring the company", Peter tells him, looking over to Logan, who is holding his own head in exasperation and regret, feeling a mild headache begin to form.

Weather he's regretting telling Peter about the Honda Odyssey scene, or just the fact he even agreed to follow Wade home all together, not even he knows.

Once again my lovelies, To Be Continued. That's all folks!

In another universe far far away:

the sound of a door slamming open loudly echoes through the messy apartment. A loud mothed idiot drags a begrudging and tired older man behind him and through the entrance, towards a new beginning.

"Hello Spidey~ Babycakes! I'm home from war~" the idiot calls out to his roommate-

And they were roommates!

the hairy peanut eyes the idiot with a slight look of confusion, his cute frown lines deepening; his mouth opens to say something but there's a faint crash from the other end of the apartment as a handsome young man flings himself from one the rooms, wearing nothing but generic flannel pajama pants.

"WADE! where the hell have you been!?" handsome shouts, a variety of emotion showing through his tone. mostly anger and relief.

"ah ah ah, your line is 'Hello sailor!' like those silly video skits on the clock app that I can't legally name", the idiot corrects. unfortunately resulting in a fist to the gut.

"you son of a bitch! I thought you ran away again and left me behind!" yeah definitely mostly anger.

handsome goes to throw a second punch but Wade catches it before it lands. "Calm down now sweetums, daddy was out saving the world. More specifically, this timeline- newsflash babyboy, I'm Marvel Jesus now".

"Does anything you say ever make any sense!?" handsome growls, going in for a right hook with his free hand, but Marvel H. Christ catches that one too.

handsome looks up at Wade as tears form in his eyes, his bottom lip quivers and he breaks into a quiet sob as he buries his face in Wade's chest. Wade lets Peter's hands go so they can wrap around him instead. "i thought you left me", is mumbled against tear-soaked red leather-

red leather yellow leather red leather yellow leather, try saying that 3x fast

"ahem", the tired honey badger coughs loudly, "am I... interrupting something? I can leave-"

"Not a chance Peanut! I'm not letting you get away that easily~" the idiot lets go of his peter and spins around to face the older man, "now let's get you two introduced! Wolvie, this is Spidey-"

Wade turns to face the still teary-eyed younger man. "And Peter, this is... this is Logan. he's going to be staying with us for the foreseeable future."

Peter looks between Logan and Wade; silence falls over the room- which is ridiculously unbelievable considering Deadpool is one of the people in it.

"Uhm, y'know... if that's alright with you, Petey-pie", the idiot corrects.

"Wade is that THE fucking Wolverine!? What the fuck!?" Peter finally asks in complete and utter disbelief. "isn't he dead? died saving some girl none of us have heard of since? like dead-dead, not coming back kind of dead!?"

"Okay honeybunch, calm your nickers and get your tits out of a twist, I'll explain everything over tea after a nice hot shower, how's that sound?" the idiot explains in a calm voice, hands up in a placating manner. "Now, anyone care to join me?"

Peter huffs and crosses his arms at the same time Logan snickers and rolls his eyes, catching each other's attention once more. "how 'bout I do the talking and you get your loud as mouth in that fucking shower", Peanut suggests.

"That works", Peter says shortly. Both men look towards Wade, who's shoulders slump as he sighs deeply.

"Suit yourselves ladies, but you're really missing oouutt~". the only thing he gets in response are two tired glares. Oh boy, what has he signed himself up for?

"Alright, I'm going I'm going!" Wade puts his arms up in surrender as he backs up towards the bathroom. These two are no fun.

Peter turns to Logan then. "So, how do you prefer your tea?" he asks, heading for the kitchen.

"I prefer whiskey."

-To Be Continued-

#deadpool and wolverine #spideypoolverine #wips #doing this instead of sleeping #alternate universe #canon divergence

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babyloniastreasure · 3 years ago

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right so i just got done crying on and off for the first three hours of my day and i think i deserve a bit of unloading into the internet about it

dont mind me i just,,,dont have a support system anymore lol and i need some kind of fuckin release. feel free to ignore

so the last week in particular has been extremely rough and today I almost asked to go to the hospital in the hopes of like, idk. getting some sort of help. I have never been this depressed or hopeless before in my life and I’ve never had so much nothing as I do now. I lost all of my friends and my only support. I don’t have anything to look forward to. I look at my projects and my art and I can’t stand them because everything has memories attached to people who hate me and want nothing to do with me. People who have ignored me for five fucking weeks after telling me “We want to fix this.”

i’m hardly sleeping. im constantly exhausted. im physically nauseous because i cant eat from the stress and anxiety, granted i remember to eat at all or have the energy to get up to get anything in the first place. emotionally im an absolute wreck. I can’t focus. nothing is enjoyable. there’s nothing TO enjoy, because everything i had before was everything they took away. I’ve been left in the dust after they told me they still cared. so clearly that was a lie. if they cared they wouldnt have left at the drop of a hat like that

Even my family has noticed that i’m not okay and they’re starting to ask questions. i feel bad every time i brush them off but I cant let them know how bad things really are. i cant tell them that every hour i have to fight the urge to hurt myself again. that every time i have a second of free thought i think, hey, wouldn’t it be so satisfying to make yourself bleed again? and yes! it would be satisfying! but that’s not a pit i want to fall into again. it had me for years and it took even more years to break. and even though I have the awareness to not go through with it and can recognize it’s not actually going to help in the long run, it’s so exhausting when that’s my first go-to solution. And like yeah I usually have those thoughts anyway but I’ve had such a great system of friends and people I love who love me also that it was easier to get past. There were people there for me who cared and because I knew they cared I could get through the rough patches. But now I don’t have those people. I don’t have any support. There’s nobody who cares about me. So then my loneliness gets to me and i get even more depressed and anxious and I keep spiraling, and those thoughts get worse and harder to fight off. it was those thoughts of intense “lets hurt ourselves really badly :D” that made me want to go to the hospital. I literally had the thought of “If I go to the hospital and they say I’m not severe enough to be admitted, I’ll just grab a pen and stab my leg to prove to them I need help.” Which is neither good nor healthy, but it would be so easy

instead i ended up crying for three hours and started thinking the circumstances that lead me here

and like. i will admit, and i have admitted dozens of times, hundreds of times to myself, that I made a mistake. I know that. I told them that. That was the first fucking thing I said. all i can think about is that singular, one, individual, tiny little blunder. and how despite me acknowledging it and coming clean with it and trying to talk about it, it was blown up and out of proportion and thrown in my face. they took my misstep and every single one of them twisted it and manipulated it into something far from the truth, something that painted me as a terrible person, as a secret asshole, as a huge toxic influence, as a deceitful and unappreciative person. They all threw out everything about our friendship in favor of ignoring what I’d said and assuming something far from the truth, the truth I laid out for them no less.

and then when i asked if i could clarify and communicate, they told me no. then blamed me for not communicating!!

thats all i ever tried to do! was communicate

From day one the group said hey if there’s a problem, be open with it and we’ll talk about it. we communicate to solve problems because we’re all friends and cherish each other.

what a load of shit.

i tried to communicate. I laid out my problem and then everybody else got involved, said I wasn’t allowed to talk about that with them, then they called me back like some kind of court and judge and jury and told me because I didn’t communicate, I was being kicked out. That’s not fair. I wasn’t treated fairly. I wasn’t even allowed to clarify whatever the hell they thought. They straight up told me no, you can’t talk about this with us. That’s not communication. That’s hypocritically shutting me down.

“Communicate with us Jask!”

“Okay I will send communication”

“Op! You’re not allowed :) We agreed you can’t talk to us :) You’re being kicked out :) Oh But Don’t Feel Unwelcome We Want To Fix This.” Then they all fuckin. moved into a space without me in it. That’s not welcoming. That’s exclusionary. That’s not communicating either. I’ve been handed a double standard that I can’t do anything about because I’m not allowed to even say hello to these people

How does anyone expect things to get better if I’m not being given the chance I was promised? its been. five. weeks. I’m ? so fucking tired and sad and alone, waiting every fucking day in the hopes that someone is going to actually talk to me again. then I finally pass out in near tears at 3am because another day has passed with none of them caring enough to even ask if im okay

and like. i desperately want to talk to them. i dont know what id say but. i dont know. i dont know. im not allowed to, for one. they made that crystal fucking clear. but again what would i even say?

do i say im sorry? i apologized dozens of times and it never made a difference, they ignored my apologies from the start and im certain they ignored the ones at the end too. and im terrified of saying sorry to the only person who really matters in this situation because im certain she’s going to cut me off if i even breathe in her direction

do I say that i miss them? what’s that going to do? it feels manipulative to say that. like hey pity me into talking to me again? i cant do that. im sure none of them miss me anyway so why would i put myself on the spot like that

do i admit im afraid to talk to them? again that also feels, bad, because the last time i admitted a feeling it drove them all away in an instant. and like also that feels like im backing them into a corner where they have to respond. and i dont want to force that. so it feels like talking is making the same mistake that made them kick me out. and like. what if...talking really does make it worse? what if talking is what ruins it even though talking is what they told me they want?

again there’s the double standard. be honest and communicate, but if you’re honest and communicate you’re rejected outright and made into the bad guy.

at this point its been so long

and i’ve deteriorated so much

i dont know if like. i just. i dont know...if more deterioration, if more waiting, and more dashed hope is worth it ?

i dont even know if they still want to repair things. what if they dont? what if they never did? what if they lied? what if they sit in their little group and talk poorly about me? what if they made bets about how long it’ll take me to leave or unfriend them like my isolation was some sort of game? what if they think i hate them? what if they really DO hate me? what if they moved on and want to forget about me? what if they regret knowing me at all? what if they wish they never knew me? what if they’re happy without me? what if

oh boy i started crying again

what if this entire month of waiting and crying and wishing and grieving and hoping and loneliness was a waste of time? what if this was all for nothing? what if i never get to talk to them again? i. man. i just. i really really really miss everyone. i miss them so much. i miss them so fucking much. i dont know what to do. I m. fuck. im miserable. i wish i hadn’t said anything i wish i had kept my mouth shut i wish i never tried i wish i never did any of that i wish i had my friends i wish i could go back i wish i could talk to them

if i didnt say anything at least i’d be happy and id have everything and i would have my best friends in the whole world and id, fuck man thats really it, id be happy. im so fucking awul

im so. i. i cant see the scvreen i need to go wash up and stop

#hello void its me ya boi #back again with a new hit single #It's Not A Relapse If You Recovered Six Years Ago #by fall out boy #tw/cw for people who are curious about this ramble #tw self harm #cw self harm #tw intrusive thoughts #cw intrusive thoughts #but also general self loathing and crippling loneliness

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ohthesuspenders · 4 years ago

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hi im going to go live out my fantasy of existing exclusively in the void and just being one with nothingness please do not try to contact me i will not respond thank you for understanding

#goodbye #im losing it #i need sleep #hello void #its me ya boi

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just-an-anon-reader · 2 years ago

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Hugs, Gifts and PIZZA

Summary: Donnie hasn’t seen you for two weeks. He needs your hugs. Bad. But little does he know about the surprise in store for him

P.S. Hello again! Thank you all for the love on my first story! They really inspired me to continue writing! So here’s another Rise!Donnie x GN!Reader. I hope you enjoy. (≧∇≦）

He held his phone with trembling fingers as excitement coursed through his veins. It was the weekend, finally. And he was gonna ask you out, again. It’s been almost two weeks since you’ve done something remotely romantic. Especially with you running off with your best friend, April O’Neil, every chance you got recently. And after two weeks of no hangouts or hugs from you, Donatello had a date plan. And it was going to be perfect, his calculations said so. All that was left was for you to say yes. So, with a shaky finger, he dialed up your number.

Ring...ring...ring...

“Hey, Dee!”

The sweet sound of your voice was enough to warm his cold-blooded body. He really did miss you. But of course, he’d have to die first before admitting that to anyone, especially Leo.

“Salutations my darling dearest, as it is soon to be the weekend, would you happen to be free tomorrow?”

“Oh Dee, I’m so sorry. I already got plans with April this weekend.”

To say that Donnie wasn’t disappointed would be a lie. But he couldn’t just tell you that! He can't just say that he was in desperate need of your hugs! He had a bad boy image to maintain.

“Oh! I...I see. Some other time then.” “Definitely! Oh, April’s here. I gotta go. Love ya Dee!”

With that, the call ended. He slumped down and sighed in defeat. Were you avoiding him? Or was April just much more fun to be with? Sure he was known to go on a tangent when it came to his tech, but you didn’t seem to mind. You even said it was part of his charm once.

“Oof what’s with the long face? I’m guessing it was a no, huh?”

Donnie could only nod his head in reply as Mikey squatted down next to him. Sensing his older brother’s distress, Mikey switched to Doctor Feelings.

“Awh Donnie it’s alright. I’m sure they’re just busy. Trust me, the moment they’re free they’ll come rushing into your arms.”

The purple-clad turtle gave his brother a look. The “really?” look. Mikey could only manage an awkward chortle to Donnie’s reaction to his failed attempt at comforting him. There was only one thing, other than you, that could stop his brother from moping.

“Come on Donnie, let's go watch Leo fail at a 14/40.”

“That does sound tempting."

With a sigh and a grunt, Donnie and Mikey made their way toward the living room to challenge Leo to do a 14/40. Just to watch him land on his face with a bowl of popcorn at their side.

Somewhere in New York...

“April! It's done!!”

The pigtailed brunette came bounding towards you and skidded to a halt as her eyes landed on the glimmering item in front of you. She grinned. Almost maniacally.

“You’ve done it! It’s beautiful...It’s time to put the plan in action.”

“Agreed...”

A few days later...

Donnie, after a thirty-eight-hour tech binge and a three-hour nap, stepped into the lair’s living room to find it void of his dummy-dumb brothers. Suspicious. Even more so when he found his father’s glutei maximi not parked on its usual spot in front of the projector. This is most suspect indeed.

“I haven’t had my morning dose of caffeine. So whatever prank this may be better be AFTER I get my cup in.”

His voice echoed through the empty lair as it bounced against its walls. With a huff, he groggily made his way to the kitchen. Which, definitely was not suspicious, was caked in pitch blackness. Donnie groaned. Was a peaceful caffeinated morning too hard to ask for? Feeling around the darkness with hands outstretched, he felt the switch and flicked it on.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY DONNIE!”

That girlish scream you heard? It wasn’t from Donnie, no of course not. Must’ve been Leo.

“Hey, Dee! Happy birthday!”

Your present wrapped in purple paper with a cute violet ribbon in hand, you smiled and lifted your arms towards him. Silently asking for a hug. You’re lucky he loves you. And that he DESPERATELY needed your hugs.

“Come on, bring it in.”

Giddily, you wrap your arms around him. Cheek against his plastron as you give him a gentle squeeze which he reciprocates.

“Ugh come on! Don’t get mushy-wushy in front of the pizza!”

Leo grumbled, making choking sounds as if to make a point.

“Don’t mind the lovebirds fellas cuz it’s gift-giving time!”

Mikey was the first to give his. From somewhere behind him, he pulls a well-made wooden bust sculpture of Donnie. The likeness to its life model was uncanny. Second was Raph, with his Jupiter Jim plush toy. The newest bunk buddy. Next was April, with a new library card from her school. The premium kind. Then Splinter. Though he didn’t exactly have a gift. He just patted Donnie on the head. But man was this purple-clad turtle ECSTATIC. Last but not the least, was you.

“So...mine might not be as great as theirs, but I hope you like it.”

Pulling out the purple box from behind you, you gently place it in his hands. Carefully untying the bow, the box opens to reveal a beautiful, handmade purple satin jacket. On the back, embroidered in cursive were the words “Othello Von Ryan” along with his trademark.

“Did you make this?”

“I’m sorry for missing out on date nights. I had to ask April with the sewing.”

Only then did he notice the band-aids that littered your hands. There were too many for his liking. With a frown, Donnie slips on his new jacket and takes both your hands. Softly, he pressed a kiss on each palm. You giggled. A blush rising from the base of your neck to the tips of your ears.

“Ugh! Stop being a simp already!!”

“Scoff! I am NOT a simp. Also...why are you suspiciously nice today?”

“Hey! I’m always nice. And besides, call it, my birthday gift. From one twin to another.”

How suspect. Noticing you fidgeting from the corner of his eye, he gave you the look. The “I know you know something” look.

“So...you know how since you’re twins you both have to share birthdays? And how you get pranked every year? So I sorta...” “You didn’t” “I did” “What did it cost?” ... “Hegetstoeatasliceoutofyourshareofthepizzaforayear” ... “HE GETS WHAT?!!!! YOU SAID YES TO THAT??” “I love you?”

#rottmnt #rottmnt donnie x reader #rise!donnie #x reader #Leo being sus #today is not his birthday but google won’t tell me when #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt x reader

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stuffems · 2 years ago

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Night With A Centipede

Decided to write this out using a friend’s guard OC, Scotch, and my boy Faraday.

As always, Enjoy!

“Alright! Match adjourned, companions! To the showers with thee! We shall continue training on the ‘morrow.”

Just like that, training was done for the day and so Scotch and Red were sent out to the showers to clean up and relax until their next shift.

“Y’know I was close on that last duel. You’re just lucky they flagged us.” Red chuckled, taking off his armor. Scotch huffed in response, tucking away his helmet in his locker.

“Oh shut up! I’ll still kick your ass tomorrow and you know it.” Scotch growled, a small smirk creeping onto his face.

The two cleaned themselves up and got ready to head back to their dormitories, chatting the whole way.

“Alright. See ya in the mornin’!” Scotch called before splitting off to head to his room. Red waved him off as the yellow guard disappeared down a corner. “Man I’m hungry…probably should’ve eaten a bit more at dinner, I guess.”

Something seemed to follow Scotch as he proceeded. He couldn’t place what it was and no matter how many times he looked behind or around himself, no one was there. Probably his imagination, he tried to reason with himself.

Something snaked its way around his ankle and tugged hard downwards. Rather than trip or collide with the tile floor, however, Scotch noticed the floor giving way beneath him like an odd pool of sand.

“What the fuck?!” He struggled at the force pulling him deeper and tried to grab hold of the floor in a desperate attempt to stay above ground. “HELP!! SOMEONE GET ME OUT! HELP—Grbk!” With hardly a ripple to leave behind, the yellow guard was pulled down below the floor into a vast and empty black.

——

When Scotch opened his eyes again, it was to an empty black void. There were no stars, no lights, just a vastness that went on seemingly forever. He floated here but it felt more like he was swimming in a sea made of gelatin. There was enough pushback to suspend him but it was thin enough to let him simply glide through it.

“Hello? Is anyone there? Where am I?” Scotch asked the void. Nothing spoke back, of course. “Hello?”

A ripple passed through the void, signalling the movement of something. Something large that lurked within the emptiness was stirring. Brilliant orange eyes glistened in the darkness before rising higher and higher, hovering high above Scotch. Their owner melted out from the darkness and they certainly didn’t look like a Nevadan of any shape or form.

The being had sickly pale skin with mint green hair that was styled like someone of high esteem. The upper half of their face was perpetually shrouded in darkness that four orange eyes glittered from. Their face split in a white and pearly grin.

This massive being was dressed in a vibrant purple suit that seemed to flow on and on in segment after segment like an insect. The main issue was that they possessed not just two arms but six… no… more. More and more like the legs of a centipede that vanished into the black like the lengths of their long serpentine body.

“Hello there my little friend~!” The being hummed happily. “Sorry about the little snag but you must understand, I couldn’t help myself. Now, what is your name, darling?” He curled his body around Scotch, surrounding him but not grabbing him.

“I-I’m Scotch, mighty yellow guard of Nexus Core!” The guard exclaimed, his face burning with a blush. “Who art thou?”

“Ohhh I love that accent~! It’s so lovely.” The being chuckled, laying himself down with his chin resting on his hands. “I am Faraday~! I know you must be terribly confused as to why you’re here but I wouldn’t concern yourself too much about that.”

“Faraday. Right. Why hast thou brought me here—“ Scotch was cut off by the growling of his own stomach. This made Faraday smirk mischievously which caused the guard’s face to become even more red. “Sh-Shut up.”

“Seems someone is a little hungry~. Now I couldn’t let my darling guest starve!” With a wave of his hand, a table with countless food spawned from the darkness. Gently taking Scotch by the back of his shirt, Faraday set him into a chair at the end of the table. The guard looked up at the being hesitantly. “Go on! There’s plenty for you. Enjoy yourself~!”

As suspicious as he was, Scotch figured this was some sort of weird dream that he’d been plopped into. With a bit of reluctance, the guard simply took a couple bites from the chicken in front of him as well as finished a bowl of soup. It filled him up well enough so he simply huffed and sat back. There was no need to eat too much, he wasn’t used to it. A hushed chattering drew Scotch’s attention back up to his “host.” Faraday had a strange pout on his face.

“I thought you were hungry?” The being asked, cupping his claws beneath Scotch and lifting him from the table. The table seemed to scatter into splinters but the dishes remained floating in the void.

“I mean yeah but not that much. Now I’d like to wake up from this dream.” The guard said, crossing his arms and closing his eyes. Perhaps he could wake himself up by thinking about it. Of course, Faraday knew this was no dream. Somewhat hurt by the rejection of his meal, he raised one of his other hands and made a small flicking motion with his finger. In the same breath, one of the uneaten dishes popped out of existence before there was a sudden pressure in Scotch’s stomach.

“Wh-urp! -What was that??” The guard fumbled, looking down at his stomach. He didn’t remember eating more. A happy churring from Faraday drew the guard’s attention again. The large being was grinning and did another flick of his finger. “What the hell are you laughing about- HIC!” Scotch’s stomach puffed out a bit more.

It was obvious this being was using magic to fuck around with him. It had to be! Another flick and another large dish was materialized into Scotch’s already full stomach, causing his stomach to bloat out even more. Every word he tried to get out was cut off by a couple more food items being stuffed into his gut. Eventually, Faraday ceased his shenanigans, leaving the guard to lay down on his back and wheeze.

“Feel better~?” Faraday chittered, leaning close to his bloated guest. With a great bit of care, he rubbed Scotch’s taut stomach with a single claw. This drew a sigh of relief from the guard.

“S-Sure…hic! Are we done now?” Scotch groaned. The being gave his stomach a gentle kiss before lifting him closer.

“Of course, of course~. All full and happy, I’m sure you’re tired.” Faraday asked, drawing a nod from the guard. “Well, let's get you comfortable then~.”

For a moment, Scotch didn’t realize what was going on until he was being held above the massive figure’s bright green maw oozing with black saliva. That’s when he began to flail and try to get free.

“Hey! Wait! Put me down! I’m not your snack! I’ll kick your ass I swear to–” Scotch screamed until being unceremoniously dropped into Faraday’s mouth, the click of teeth stealing away the light for a moment. After his eyes adjusted, the guard realized that the internals of this thing glowed with a faint green light. He was rolled about like a piece of candy as Faraday savored the flavors. Butterscotch with a twinge of chai. How sweet and refreshing!

With a swallow, Scotch was sent down into Faraday’s throat and towards his stomach. Well, one of them at least. Everything was full of that green light until eventually it all faded to black again.

—---

The barracks were quiet, all of the other guards were sound asleep. Scotch had his own room, thankfully. No one would be around to hear him collide with his own bed from the ceiling, screaming. Hopping up almost immediately and ready to fight the nightmare creature he was trapped with, he slowly realized he was back in his own room. Not covered in monster saliva. Not stuffed full to bursting. But back home.

“What the fuck…?” Was all Scotch could mutter as he looked around in pure confusion. Hopefully it was a dream. It had to be! Looking back to the time on his alarm clock, he realized that hardly any time had passed. Maybe it was a dream after all. “I severely need to get back to sleep.”

Grabbing the covers and getting comfortable, Scotch laid down for bed. No such dreams would slither into his head again. That was the hope, anyway.

#g/t stuffing #g/t vore #g/t #g/t fluff #bellyache #belly rubs #v.ore

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threi · 2 years ago

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hello pal hope youre doing well. me and my best friend Love your silly little comics they are truly so funny and you are super super talented thank you for sharing your work on Thee tumblr. also we have a question.. we just finished watching Hannibal and we really liked it but now we have nothing to fill the void with.. so do you have any recommendations of a silly little similar show? Thank you! You are so fun and cool. Have a lovely day <3 yas

omg~!! firstly thank you so much!!!

about that simular shows i'm not so sure... i never seen something so good gayly sexy as hannibal sorry but i can recommend you things that i just like so much why i can only remember sitcoms x)

its so hard to remember things that i liked uhhh its always a miracle when my brain let me watch some looong things

venture bros (comedy super hero villiam parody but im so in love this humor here)

its always sunny in pfily (sitcom again im sorry)

annihilation (not sitcom just horror incredible beautiful)

Hereditary (horror again im so sorry no homoerotism im sorry)

arcane?? but its so popular sorry if you already watched it

nice guys 2016 funny funny gosling

good omens popular thing again sorry if you know it

THE BOYS yes i remembered it nice scary homoeroticly !!!!!! with evil women i respect it

pacific rim idk just cool i loved it when i was younger

The Eric Andre Show no comments just okay.

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sofiiel · 2 years ago

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There & Back Again | Ch.19

Quiet Little Something

↰ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ | ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛꜱ | ɴᴇxᴛ ↱

"Rick!" Eddie's voice called as he entered the cabin near the lake in the woods. He held a grin on his face with his metal lunch box in tow. "I got your half," He said. Rick gave him a smile, "Eddie, my boy! Can always count on you!" He called cheerily. Taking a long drag from a blunt, Rick coughed lightly and held it out to Eddie.

"Um, no, man, I'm good for now." Eddie laughed, setting his box down on the coffee table and taking a seat in the armchair, Eddie pulled money out of the box. "Whoa, you sold your little ass off, junior!" Rick called with a grin, taking a seat on the sofa.

"The Hideout is good for business. Anyway, I've completely sold out, so I need a full restock." Eddie boasted. "Yeah, I got you. Got some good stuff came all the way from California." said Rick, reaching under his sofa pulling out a case, and starting to open it.

Eddie eyed him carefully, "ah..." he hummed, rubbing the back of his neck, "I was wondering if you could kick me a bit more stock than usual?" Eddie asked carefully. "Oh, wanna work overtime, do ya? What for? It's a risk on me, you know, if I let too much circulate around town." Rick said. "I know, I know. I'd be careful it's just um. The Band and I kind of have a trip planned and -"

"No, nope. No way, this isn't just about your boys." Rick pushed, with a sly smile.

"There's um, a new friend of mine, we got an extra ticket, and she's going to tag along," Eddie said, "she's never been out of Hawkins before, not even one town over. There's so much she hasn't seen. It's her first real concert and I-"

Rick leaned back on the sofa, "you want to blow her away and paint the town red." He said. Eddie gave a half-shrug, "yeah, you can say that. I want her to remember it." Eddie spoke in a low, shy tone and couldn't hold Rick's gaze any longer.

"I want her to think back and possibly tell her kids and grandkids about it, that time she snuck off to Pittsburgh with Eddie the Freak to see Motörhead for her very first concert." Eddie rambled. "Jesus" Rick sang, setting down his blunt, "how long have you known this girl?" He asked.

"I dunno...about…a couple of weeks I guess," Eddie said.

Rick chuckled, "she must be one hell of a girl, junior, you're sprung like a bear trap." He laughed. Eddie slumped over and ruffled his fingers through his hair, "I'm well aware, thank you." he sang in annoyance.

Angel's eyes narrowed as he remained quiet.

Eddie smiled to himself, "she likes the band, she saw us play the other night and called us amazing." he said. "Don't gush at me kid, Here I'll double your usual stock," Rick said in false irritation. A grin eased its way across Eddie's face, he tilted his head to one side and his eyes twinkled gratefully, "thanks man, see I told you, you're a great big softy." Eddie teased Rick.

"I'm no softy, I'm just a sucker for young love." Rick grumbled, taking back up his blunt and taking a long drag. "That would be called a softy," Angel spoke dryly, stepping out of the room and coming up the short hall.

"Hello, runt." Angel called to Eddie, an icy, mocking smile faintly present on his lips. "You feel you have to haul her all the way out of town to keep her out of my way?" Angel teased. Eddie's smile vanished in an instant and was replaced with a frown. "Hardly Pete." Eddie answered, voice void of emotion to match the dryness of his gaze.

"You know what they say. I have a kiss of death, Munson. No girl looks back." Angel smirked with pride, his eyes falling on the chain around Eddie's neck. "I see you've kept it, you know what I want in return." Angel hummed.

"She's a person dipshit, I can't just hand her over. That's her call." Eddie snapped.

"I agree with you on that one." Angel said, taking a step forward a smiling coyly, "and what was her first impression?" he asked. Eddie's gaze on Angel wavered slightly, "she called you a pretty boy." Eddie grumbled. Angel rested a hand on his chest as if moved, "how sweet of my little fairy." He hummed.

Eddie's eye twitched at Angel's words, "your little Fairy?" Eddie grumbled, looking up at Angel. "Guys, hey! This is a zone of zero drama! Read the sign! Giant smilie face!" Rick shouted, pointing his finger towards the wall. "A chill-only zone," he stated.

The two boys locked into a stare-down again, and the smug, snide smile on Angel's face was making Eddie's skin crawl. "Sorry about that, Rick." Angel murmured, leaning against the wall. " But for the record, I think Myrtle and I shared something rather electrifying between us." he said quietly.

"I can feel a bond in the works, so whisk her away while you can. She's bound for me." Angel sang, pushing off the wall as he strolled past the living room and into the kitchen.

Eddie sat quietly, looking down at his hands. "Don't worry, the boy is just full of himself." Rick sighed. Eddie shook his head, "no, he's right. He's hard to compete with on a bad day." Eddie said with a nod. "But I'm not known for quitting," he said, tossing a halfhearted smile at Rick.

Rick sighed and started to fill Eddie's box with new stock. "Just try to keep me out of it. I don't play favorites, regardless of who my goddaughter chose." Rick muttered.

"Ok so... You were just listening to the band and all of a sudden you felt weird, glowy and things started to break?" Amy asked, sitting across from Myrtle in the sheet fort in the Creel basement. Myrtle nodded slowly, "yes, but I'm not so sure that it was so much the Band as a whole. It fell in line with the guitars specifically." Myrtle recalled.

"And then all the lights busted?" Amy asked. Myrtle nodded, "a thick bolt of lightning struck outside the building, and then when Angel kissed me, it felt like a small shock, like static." Myrtle said. "It was probably from the lightning." she reasoned.

Amy studied Myrtle carefully and was worryingly quiet. "What?" Myrtle asked with caution. "You also said it felt like this Angel guy took the weird feeling from you?" she asked. "It left me after the kiss. If it was because of him, I'm not sure, but he also knew taking me outside would make me feel better." Myrtle explained. "He wasn't wrong?" Amy asked.

"No, but it could have just been that talking with Eddie made me relax and not think about what happened," said Myrtle.

"How long before you go on this trip?" Amy sighed, rubbing her temples. "A handful of days." answered Myrtle. "Well then go, I'm going to keep hunting, I'll go back to the lab and snoop around The Hideout. Maybe try and find Angel." Amy sighed.

"You shouldn't be doing all this alone," Myrtle said, Amy smiled faintly at the concern on her face. "I'm better on my own. Fewer people to worry about. Besides, I have an ace up my sleeve should I need help." Amy said. Myrtle looked off to the side, "we've got to find someplace better than this for you." she sighed, looking around the basement.

"It's quiet, and nobody comes around. I like it here." Amy said, kicking back on her pile of pillows. Myrtle turned to her friend with an unsatisfied gaze, Amy gave a roll of her eyes. "anyway, come on, less talk about our possibly strange circumstances and tell me. How was the kiss other than the weird?" asked Amy.

"Angel has cold lips, for them to be so rosey." Myrtle confessed. "Ugh, cold lips are like fish lips." Amy grimaced. Myrtle touched her lip and could feel her heart race again, she could remember what Eddie's face looked like from so close.

"Well, it obviously wasn't too awful." Amy teased. "Huh?" Myrtle asked. "You're clearly thinking about it, reliving it...you look like a giant Roma tomato over there." Amy laughed. Myrtle gave a timid smile, "not Angel's." she whispered. Amy sat forward, "someone else kissed you?" she asked wide-eyed. Myrtle's smile grew, "Rughead?" asked Amy. Myrtle nodded. "Holy shit, that's bold." Amy laughed.

"Not really, He was trying to remove Angel's cooties." Myrtle sighed. "Cooties? That's a lame excuse." Amy laughed. Myrtle sighed, "I'm glad for that excuse. It was nice." she murmured softly, fiddling with her fingers. "Go on and gush. I'm used to it, my sister was boy crazy." Amy said, gesturing for Myrtle to continue.

"It's just," Myrtle gave a shrug, "no man ever really treated me as softly as Eddie does. I'm afraid I'm just mixing signals. I've never dated, and I've never had guy friends. It's just...the older men my dad needs me to blackmail and bribe." Myrtle confessed.

"And they are all, rough and...hungry. A kiss feels like being smothered by a pillow, and they touch you like you're not human." Myrtle's voice became small as she hugged herself. Amy sighed, "I wouldn't know about mixed signals, but....you should see the way he looks at you." Amy said.

"Anyway, it's summer. Summer has its own sort of magic. You're going out of town with him-"

"And Jeff, Gareth and Scott." Myrtle added. Amy rolled her eyes, "details," she scoffed. "He's kissed you, he takes any chance he can get to be close to you." Amy reasoned. "And your point is?" Myrtle asked. Amy raised her brows, "you may get a date out of this." she said. "Or a boyfriend." Amy added.

Myrtle shook her head and went to climb out of the fort, "you're thinking way too much into this, Amy." Myrtle sighed. "I could be, but my family, we're born matchmakers," Amy said, walking Myrtle to the window and giving her a boost out. "You need something like this. Someone who can show you what things could be like, it might get you to fight for yourself." Amy spoke with genuine words as she peered up at Myrtle, who lingered knelt on the ground outside the window.

"I'll see you tomorrow sometime Amy, please be careful with your hunt for information," Myrtle said before getting up and going back to her car.

The following day, Myrtle exited Chrissy's house, "are you sure you can't stay for lunch?" Chrissy called, walking Myrtle to her car. "I'm sorry, today's my first day for my babysitting gig and I don't want to be late." Myrtle said, "considering it's the test run before the real job within a few days." she added.

"No, I completely get it! Well, good luck." Chrissy said, she waved goodbye to Myrtle and headed back inside her house. With a light frown on her face, Chrissy exhaled. It was nice to have someone else around besides her mother. Her mother didn't lay so many hurtful comments on her when she had company around. Myrtle stopped just shy of getting into her car and watched Chrissy's back as she lingered at the doorway.

"Um hey!" Myrtle called out, "yes?" Chrissy answered quickly. Myrtle gave a wry smile, "They loved the dress you helped me pick. Maybe you can help me out again. I'm going on a short trip soon, and I could use some fashion pointers." Myrtle said. Chrissy's face lit up with a bright smile. "Of course!" she said happily.

"I start packing in a few days," said Myrtle. "Just call me up then," Chrissy said, waving one more time before walking through her door.

Myrtle gave a satisfied nod, "I don't need too much help, it's only two days, and I'll probably wear one outfit, but..." Myrtle couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness that came from Chrissy.

Myrtle kept her eyes on the road as she listened, "Why'd he break your board? I thought you said it was one of your favorites?" Myrtle asked. "He hates me and he's mean. Billy doesn't need reasons to be a jerk, it's how he is all the time." Max complained. "Sounds like my brother. Some guys turn into assholes when they hit puberty." Myrtle sighed. She turned to offer Max a smile, "but that doesn't mean they really hate you." she added.

Max shook her head, "well, Billy does. I bet your brother doesn't break anything of yours." Max shot. Myrtle sighed, "they can break things that aren't objects. Like feelings." she said.

Max looked up at Myrtle with a hint of pity, "so you do have a jerk brother." she murmured. Myrtle smiled, "hey, look, let's stop talking about stupid brothers. They're clearly ruining everything." she said. "You like to board, right? Hawkins doesn't exactly have a skate park but, I can show you where the kids go." Myrtle offered.

"Really! Awesome. Because I've been looking, and the only place close was some parking lot full of potheads." Max said. Myrtle giggled, "yeah, no, you have to go to the older parts of town. But be sure not to go alone, there aren't many people around, which can be a bad thing." Myrtle warned.

"I'll ask you then," Max said, turning her eyes to the road. "I don't have any friends yet." she sighed. "Mom's busy, Neil's is always busy and Billy is just - no." max added. "That's ok with me, maybe I'll learn how to board myself." she hummed. "You?" Max laughed.

"I could, I do ballet, so I have pretty good balance, can't be any worse than ice skating." said Myrtle. "You ice skate?" Max asked with a grin. Myrtle smirked, the look of impression Max gave her reminded her of when Patrick was little and every little thing made her 'the coolest' big sister.

"I do, for about seven years now," Myrtle said. "Can you do any cool tricks?" Max asked as if a challenge. Myrtle laughed quietly. "One or two," Myrtle said.

Myrtle sat on the rubble of what was left of the old community pool. Watching Max skate her heart out in the small emptied pool. The girl had a grin on her face a mile long and seemed to be having the time of her life. "That one is called an Ollie!" Max called to Myrtle, "is that safe?" Myrtle called with concern. Max laughed and shrugged, "as safe as skateboarding I guess." she called back.

Myrtle shook her head, "at least she's having fun." Myrtle thought, looking up at the sky. The sun was starting to set. "Fifteen more minutes ok Max!" Myrtle called.

Having taken Max home, Myrtle headed home herself. Coming through the front door, she nearly dumped into her father. "Sorry." she said quickly as he glared down at her, She searched his face, "something happened?" She asked him. "Something came up at the plant." He said pushing past her. Myrtle blinked a few times and stared at the front door as it closed.

"Was it just me or did dad seem....fearful." She thought, recalling the look in his eyes. Myrtle bit her lip, "maybe Amy was on to something." she sighed, heading for the stairs. "At least it's all giving me time off from my usual role." Myrtle thought.

After a shower and changing into her pajamas, Myrtle sat on her bed drying her hair, which had turned into a wild kinky mass as the cold water washed away the hot press. Picking up her brush, she slowly combed it through small sections. Closing her eyes to gather her thoughts as she traveled back to remember the current events of her life.

"So much is happening." she sighed.

A knock against her window, caused Myrtle's eyes to open. "No way." Myrtle breathed, getting to her feet. Setting her brush on her dresser, she walked to the window and opened it. Below, she was a bright smile that put butterflies in her stomach.

"Hey, mind if I make this a habit?" Eddie called up to her. He pointed over his shoulder, "I saw your dad leave so..." he hummed.

Myrtle shook her head and reached down to grab the rope ladder, tossing it over the window. Eddie wasted little time as he started to climb up. The closer he got, the faster Myrtle's heartbeat in her chest. Her eyes locked into his, the memory of his kiss filled her brain.

She quickly walked away from the window, giving him space to climb inside. Eddie pulled the rope ladder back in and quietly shut the window. "I ugh...just got back from work and wasn't exactly ready for bed." He said, turning to face Myrtle.

"Work?" she asked, lowering a brow, "you mean your hustle?" she asked. Eddie laughed, "sounds way cooler when you say it like that." He said. Looking Myrtle up and down, he could see the water still glistening in her hair and on her faintly damp skin. "Sorry, was this bad timing?" Eddie asked, slowly averting his eyes as he dropped the backpack free from his shoulders.

"N-no, I just um," Myrtle cleared her throat to fix the weird sound her voice was creating, "got out the shower. It's fine really." Myrtle said, reaching past him for her brush. Eddie followed her hand and took up the Brush before she could. He held it up and smiled innocently, "mind if I help?" he asked.

Myrtle sucked in her lips nervously. "It's kind of a tangled mess." she muttered, touching her hair. "To be honest, so is mine half the time." He said, sitting down on her bed. Eddie gave the place in front of him a pat. "Come on, I promise I won't make it any worse." He spoke playfully. Calming her butterflies, Myrtle walked over and took a seat. Eddie combed his fingers through her hair to pull it back, and then parted a section to brush.

It sent chills down Myrtle's back as he brought the brush through her hair. "Oh, my hair is in far worse shape than this." Eddie laughed. "Is it?" Myrtle asked. Eddie rested his chin on Myrtle's shoulder, "here" he called taking her hand in his, he placed her hand on the top of his head. Myrtle slowly combed her fingers through his curls.

Eddie's eyes closed, and she could feel the quiet sigh he gave. "It shouldn't feel that good." Eddie thought to himself, her fingers snagged a little, but as if used to it Myrtle instinctively worked the knots away with wiggles of her fingers, and eventually, her hand found its way free.

"It's not so bad," Myrtle said. Eddie smiled in contentment. "I've had worse days." she hummed. Lifting his head away, Eddie sat up straight and went back to combing Myrtle's hair. "So, are you excited for the concert?" Eddie asked Myrtle. "A little....just anxious." she answered, looking down at her hands. "You aren't afraid, are you?" Eddie asked, "no...." Myrtle peeped. Eddie silently chuckled.

"It's ok if you are, it's the biggest rebel moment you've ever had, isn't it?" He said. Myrtle quietly sulked, "You'll be fine, we've got you." Eddie laughed, moving to another section of her hair. Myrtle gave a nod, "that's why I'm not too worried, at least not about what's going to happen out there." She said, turning back to look at Eddie she offered a smile. His heart beat a little harder as his eyes zeroed in on it.

Eddie looked off, and a timid smile wandered onto his face. Myrtle's smile dropped into worry, "but I hope you don't regret my dad's wrath afterward." she sighed, turning back around, and taking the brush from him. "I'm not afraid of your old man, Myrtle." He huffed, watching her walk to the mirror of her vanity and start braiding her hair.

"You should be, he can be dangerous to a person's future here in Hawkins," Myrtle murmured.

Eddie drew his head back and squinted, "Well, it's a good thing I don't plan on being stuck in Hawkins forever, isn't it." He said, then held his head high and with the smirk of a young lion he leaned over Myrtle's shoulder whispering "and Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens," into her ear. "Maybe....but have you seen the nightfall?" Myrtle asked him back, looking up at him from the corners of her eyes.

Eddie's smile faltered, "more of it than you'd think." he spoke quietly, the sound made her heart ache for him. Eddie was quick to put on another smile and back away, "I'm here now aren't I?" he asked holding out his arms, "Your old man could walk through at any given minute," Eddie pointed at Myrtle "but for you, milady. Oh, for you, I will laugh in the face of danger." He said dramatically.

Myrtle couldn't fight the smile trying to force its way on her face, "ha, ha, ha. You're a clown, Eddie Munson." she sighed, setting her brush down. Eddie smirked, "your pops wouldn't happen to have a fear of clowns, would he?" Eddie asked. Myrtle shook her head. "Damn." Eddie sighed with a snap of his fingers.

Seeing something crawl in the tank on the dresser, Eddie did a double take. "Holy shit, you have a spider?" Eddie said rushing over. Stooping a bit, he peered into the glass, and Shelob peered right back. "It's huge," He murmured.

Myrtle smiled, "that's Shelob." she said, walking to Eddie's side. He chuckled, "of course it is." he hummed. Tapping lightly on the glass. "She likes people...would you? Would you like to hold her?" Myrtle asked.

Eddie stood up quickly and waved his hands "oh no, no, no I'm good." he said. Myrtle laughed, "oh come on, don't tell me Metalhead Eddie is afraid of a sweet fluffy spider?" Myrtle teased. Eddie rolled his neck slowly to look at her, and his voice deepened, "bite your beautiful tongue, babe." He said with a slice squint of his eyes.

Myrtle found it hard to keep her breath, "then hold her." Myrtle pushed, reaching down into the tank. Shelob happily scuttled into Myrtle's palms. Holding Shelob out to Eddie, Myrtle smirked. "She's waiting." she said.

Eddie's look of dark confidence faded fast, and his eyes filled with nervousness as he looked down at the fuzzy little creature. Many eyes locked onto him. "Shelly, this is Eddie... He's our friend." Myrtle whispered down to Shelob while Eddie held out his palms.

Laying her fingers over his Myrtle created a bridge for Shelob to walk. Eddie stood, afraid to move as the spider made her way into his hands. She nestled into place and continued to watch him, this caused Myrtle to giggle as she watched the two stare at each other. Each waiting for something to happen.

"You're a big girl, Shelob." Eddie murmured, cautiously petting the spider's back. "She's oddly soft." He said, looking up at Myrtle with a smile. "I know right!" Myrtle called happily. "She's my best and trustiest friend. I don't know what'd I do without her around." Myrtle confessed.

Eddie looked down at Shelob "I'm jealous. You're a lucky spider, Shelly." Eddie whispered and then carefully transferred Shelob back into her tank.

Myrtle sat down on the edge of her bed and Eddie walked to his bag, pulling a walkman out he turned to her and grinned. "I brought you something to listen to." He said, taking a seat next to her. "It's um…to prepare you for the concert. It's a mixtape, of Motörhead and some songs by others, so you can get a feel for the music." Eddie stammered.

He looked down at the walkman nervously. He wanted her to like the music that inspired his life. Music held a special position in his life, it was like blood in his veins. "It's a chunk of me." He thought, and it was a nerve-wracking thought, that she might reject it.

Myrtle walked her fingers across his hand holding the walkman and pressed the play button. Leaning his head closer to hers, Eddie stretched the headphones as wide as they could go. Myrtle could scarcely listen as she was keenly aware of her head pressed neck to his, though she tried her best. "What do you think?" he asked.

Myrtle closed her eyes and listened, the sound of the drums made her adrenaline flow, and the strings of the guitars recharged her heart, the Vocals tapping into emotions she'd never voice "Straight through the Heart. Shout to the wind, How can you hurt me this way" they said. Myrtle froze as Eddie's hand took hers, she wished she could see his face as the air around him felt wounded.

Myrtle looked down at their hands, "um... I like it, who is this?" Myrtle spoke quietly. She needed to break whatever thoughts he was having, she couldn't stand it. "Dio." Eddie muttered, his voice seeming far away. Myrtle turned her body slightly and slipped her hands under his arms and hugged him lightly.

Eddie let out a strangled scoff but welcomed the gentle embrace and the song changed. He rubbed the side of his head against hers like a kitten and returned her hug. "You don't play fair." He sighed, closing his eyes. "Yeah? You've got no business thinking you can be sad here." Myrtle whispered back. Eddie smiled faintly, "You came here for this." Myrtle thought to herself, squeezing him lightly, "I know you did." she thought. Eddie leaned back, causing them both to fall backward onto the bed.

"Just for a while, can we stay this way?" Eddie whispered, never opening his eyes. Myrtle gazed up at her ceiling, the position they were in was hardly comfortable, bodies half twisted into a hug and heads made to face the sky. She knew eventually her legs would go to sleep hanging over the edge of the bed. However, she couldn't protest, she didn't want to.

"As long as you need us to," Myrtle replied, the music roaring in her ear and coursing through her body.

Myrtle watched the baby spiders crawling about the ceiling in the small hole that'd become their home. Her eyes briefly glanced towards the bedroom door. "At any moment, someone could walk in." Myrtle thought, her arms tightening again around Eddie. She could hear something quiet inside daring them to try it, and that quiet little something was baring its fangs.

The thought made her pulse quicken. Looking towards the lamp, Myrtle grimaced, "should have turned it out." she thought, and no sooner had it come to mind, the room fell into darkness. "Oh." Myrtle gasped. "How'd..." she whispered.

"Hmm?" Eddie hummed sleepily. "Oh, n-nothing." Myrtle stammered. "It's just the faulty lights." she told herself.

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