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Dorian x Inquisitor Trevelyan Fan Fic excerpt

Chapter 5: Dorian Hates Ferelden Chapter

Josef is an ex-assassin with a secret past who begrudgingly accepts his fate as Herald after the Conclave explodes. Having a personal grudge against Templars, Josef chooses to align himself with the mages. Once Dorian Pavus joins the inquisition, Josef finds the man frustrating but a talented mage with an affinity for death. Josef develops feelings he knows he shouldn’t be having while he attempted to save the world. Dorian also starts having these same complicated feelings.

In Dorian Hates Ferelden chapter, Dorian has been with the team (Josef, Bull, and Varrick) for several weeks now. His relationship with Josef is strained because Dorian likes to talk and Josef really doesn’t.

This is one chapter in a 100 pg fanfic I started back 2015 😀👍 Although at least 50 pages of it was written this past month lol. If you notice any more that is inaccurate pls don’t tell me or I’ll cry

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Another day, another “adventure.” Dorian enjoyed being a part of Josef’s most trusted team, but he was quickly becoming homesick—something he didn’t think he was capable of being. It’s not that he really missed home, it’s that he hated Fereldan. Most of it was covered in trees, mountains, rocks, mud. And now he had the misfortune of being acquainted with it all up close and personal with these little trips across the country land to save a farmer from demon wolves or some other back country nonsense.

Haven was lackluster too, no indoor water unless you counted the dingy bath hall. It was also cold. Damp. Inside and outside. Even when it was warm, he felt harassed by a wetness in the air. It made it difficult to ever keep his hair in place. If he said that out loud he was sure someone like Iron Bull would shame him for his vanity. Perhaps keeping himself preened and well kept made him feel more normal and not on a death journey against powerful demons and the occasional darkspawn.

Dorian couldn’t keep his head on straight with where they traveled. Trees all looked the same to him. All forests were just the same forest to him. This trek was no different, just point to where he should use his magic and onto the next moist, disgusting parcel of land.

“Reports say there’s a rift near some ruins past the river. I figure if it takes longer than expected, we can stop by a nearby town for supplies and make contact with some of our scouts and make camp.” Josef said, when they left the original encampment they started from.

Dorian didn’t mind the camping thing at the beginning as it felt novel and exciting. He also didn’t want to complain too early on since he knew he should be grateful for being a part of all of this, but now he couldn’t bear laying on another cot or worse the ground. He keeps waking up to bugs crawling on him, and when the missions take too long, he wouldn’t have the opportunity to shower for days. A quick rinse in a river is good for some of these men, but for Dorian, he likes to actually use soap with his water. Maybe a nice clean towel. Like a civilized person.

Dorian watched Josef as he studied the surroundings. Josef didn’t even like his job and yet he took it very seriously—barely a whine or complaint out of him unless it’s the wee hours of the morning and he’s acting funny about being the herald. It seemed so easy for him to just do it. Not that he has much of a choice. His glowing hand has him chained to this journey. Dorian didn’t have any true responsibility to be a part of this, but he’d seen too much to back out now.

Dorian had become so lost in thought and walked right in a cluster of gnats. They buzzed in his ear, went up his nose. Absolutely revolting. “This is my last fucking straw.” Dorian swatted at them and started rubbing his face on all the bug gunk.

Josef looked back. “Is everything okay?” He said, raising an inquisitive eyebrow that felt a bit demeaning if Dorian was going to be honest. “It’s only half a mile until we get to town. Can you handle that?”

Dorian scrunched his nose as he heard a snicker from the Qunari. Dorian shot him a look and then painted a smile on his face for Josef. “Everything’s super dandy.” He replied, only with a little sarcasm. He then muttered, “Like you could call anything we’re going to civilization. It’s just three log cabins and a horse farm.”

Josef stopped in his tracks. “Is this too much for you? I can leave you back at Haven…unless it’s too primitive for you.” Josef seared a glare into Dorian that the mage couldn’t figure if it scared him or turned him on more.

Dorian nervously chuckled. “And waste all my good looks and talents by sitting around and doing nothing? No thank you. I’d rather suffer here than there. Much better view here.” He said with a cheeky smile, “I'm just not very accustomed to Fereldan life and roughing it, I suppose.”

“Okay, princess,” Iron Bull chortled.

“Sparkle’s pretty valid for being uncomfortable. This kind of lifestyle isn’t for everyone.” Varrick commented. “It was a rude awakening for myself as well. But, I enjoyed my own freedom too much to complain.”

“Well, I’m not NOT going to get used to it. I’m here to stay.” Dorian tried to posture himself a bit, trying not to feel too pathetic. “I actually used to do a lot of traveling around places like these before joining the inquisition…although I made sure to charm myself a roof over my head and a warm meal most nights…Anyways son't worry about me.”

“Well, if you’re going to be here…at least stop complaining about it.” Josef’s words were cutting.

Dorian bowed. “As you wish.”

The herald sped up his walk to keep a healthy distance between him and the team. He needed to refocus.

“Actually, why did you even join us?” Varrick asked. “Not to be disrespectful, but aren’t you a little..ya know…”

“—Prissy, stuck up, spoiled.” Iron Bull interjected.

Dorian shot him yet another look and his hand went up in flames.

“I was going to say something like sophisticated or civilized. Adventuring and camping and all this doesn’t really seem like your style. Or at least from what I gathered.” Varrick shrugged. “Just curious as to why you accepted the offer. You’re still useful at Haven.”

Dorian let his flame simmer and sighed. “I don’t know. Perhaps it’s my ego wanting me to be on the front lines and a star player in all this mess, but there’s something also that tells me I should follow that man,” his gaze was tight on Josef, “even if it meant walking through demon infested pits. He saved my life, you know.”

“Okay, you’re not that special. He has sort of saved all our lives, but I get it. Josef may not want this job, but he certainly has owned it. No matter his past, you just want to follow and see what he’ll do next.” Dorian nodded in agreement with Varrick’s statement.

“And the glowy thing on his hand is so fucking cool.” Iron Bull interjected again. “Seeing him close rifts was the only reason I needed to follow him. Plus he’s good in a fight. I wouldn’t follow someone who couldn’t hold their own like that.”

Dorian watched Josef again, who clenched his sharp jaw as he concentrated on his walk. He could tell Josef didn’t see himself as the others do, as Dorian did. He was just a man, but he was becoming more than that without Josef even realizing. It must be a lot to carry.

Josef tried to drown out the rest of the party’s conversation. He didn’t care for the flattery. It wasn’t something he wanted to cling to. They were paper thin to him. However, he knew that he could not avoid the charming praises forever as his responsibility grew with the position he was forced into. He was trying to be on his best behavior. Trying to do what felt right. It’s what he’s been trying to do his whole life, but to what success…that wasn’t for him to decide. All he knew was he didn’t want to be the face of a movement, a crusade…

He swallowed those feelings down and tried to focus. Trees. Flowers. Grass. Birds. Mud.

“Maker—UGH!”

Josef looks over his shoulder to see a frustrated Dorian fallen butt first into the mud. Dorian groaned in annoyance as he slowly picked himself up. Varrick and Bull were of course uncontrollably laughing. Dorian then looked up from his now soiled pants and saw Josef looking down at him.

“I’m not complaining. I…quite like the mud….” He said, wincing a bit.

Josef scoffed and kept walking. He wasn’t going to make a fuss about it. That would just further bruise the mage’s ego.

It reminded him of when he first left home. It was a harsh transition and it was only until he was taken in by the assassin’s guild that he was able to get comfortable with being uncomfortable. They trained him hard. It was necessary and in these times he’s glad he had it.

He heard the sounds of people, civilians luckily. Not that he wasn’t prepared to take out any rogue venatori assassins or robbers, but he wasn’t focused enough for it to be a swift fight. None of them were focused enough.

As they got into town, it was exactly how Dorian described it bar a few extra log cabins. They walked through town in search of their supplies. One of the farmers allowed Dorian to use his water pump to clean off his pants.

“Great, first muddy pants and now I’ll have soaked ones that uncomfortably clinging to my body.” Dorian tried not to pout. “Everyone here is lucky I have the perfect ass or else this would be way more depressing.”

They collected their supplies and as the four men left, a smell caught their noses as they passed the local tavern.

“Mm, smells like a hot meal.” Varrick said.

“Dang, that smells good.” Bull said, “Made me remember I was hungry.”

“Aren’t you always hungry, you big cow?” Dorian spatted at him in jest. “But, I agree it does smell quite delicious.”

Josef pressed his lips together and thought for a moment. It wouldn’t hurt to get a heartier meal. Jerky, fish, and bread at camp could be a bit monotonous. For some, it wasn’t very fulfilling and for others it must not be up to their palette standards. As an assassin, he couldn’t afford to lose his cover while traveling so making any appearance in such public spaces was dangerous. As herald, it didn’t really matter as much. Actually, according to Josephine, it helped with his public image. Which was a thing he had now apparently.

Josef looked over at the lively tavern and then back at his crew. “Let’s stop to eat.” He said.

“Uh, really?” Varrick looked at Josef. “Actually, I’m not questioning and I’m gonna let this happen. Thanks, Herald!”

A big grin spread on Iron Bull’s face. “Let's clear this place out!”

The two excitedly walked to the tavern. Josef sauntered behind, with Dorian mimicking his step.

“So why are you suddenly so nice?” Dorian asked, “Not saying you’re never not nice, but from past behavior, you haven’t spontaneously decided on a leisure activity.”

“Do you have a problem with it?” Josef raised an eyebrow.

“Quite the opposite. While I’m not a superfan of Fereldan cuisine, I like it much more than the scraps we scrounge up at camp.” Dorian said, “I’m only asking because I want to better understand you. Like what goes on inside your beautiful brain and what not.”

Josef opened his mouth, words caught. “I’m…really not that complicated.” Josef quickened his stride and walked inside the tavern. He’d like to think he was keeping a simple kind of composure and impenetrable cover--but everyday it's more difficult with the responsibilities he now holds. The people of the inquisition were much more eager to question him than his old guild mates. Josef could have said he escaped the circus after selling his soul to a demon nug and they wouldn’t have questioned it. In the inquisition though, he could breathe wrong and they have at least five questions about it and sent four spies to find out more. Or they’d just sic Dorian on him and have him go insane.

Dorian huffed and smirked. “I beg to differ.”

The four men sat at a table with four large bowls of stew in front of them. Bull also ordered a handle of ale, which turned to him ordering everyone a cup as he felt it was a moment of celebration.

“And what are we celebrating?” Varrick asked.

“Dinner!” Bull let out a large billowing laughter.

It was in these moments that Josef felt a bit lucky. Anything could have happened after the chantry incident, and somehow he was lucky enough to be experiencing this--with…what he’d like to consider friends. It’s what made the title and responsibilities and world ending more manageable.

He took a sip of the ale. Much stronger than it thought it would be. He winced and coughed as it went down.

“Can’t handle liquor, Stitches?” Varrick teased.

“I haven’t drank liquor in many years.” Josef confessed. “I wasn’t allowed to in the guild.”

“That’s awful,” Bull said, “The Ben-Hassrath could be like that as well, but I do what I want now. Pleasure doesn't have to be a distraction if it’s also the goal…” he sipped on his ale. “Wait, you were allowed to have sex? You could have sex, right?” He had a worried look on his face that Josef knew was genuine worry.

Josef laughed and hid his face in his mug, letting his walls fall for a moment to try to match their energy. “Yes, we were allowed to have sex.” He sipped on his ale, a bit nervously. “Well, with most of those men, it’s not like you could stop them anyways.”

Dorian laughed. “Were you one of those men?” Dorian cocked an eyebrow. “If I may ask…”

Josef felt his face become warm either from the alcohol or the question. “Ah…” he nervously chuckled. “When I was younger…I suppose…”

He then felt himself get cold, a pulling feeling in his chest. Was that what Ervin was becoming to him? A sexual exploit of his youth? Is that what he felt comfortable telling everyone? What he felt comfortable telling himself?

Dorian watched as the herald’s face dimmed. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked the question. Usually he reveled in making others uncomfortable, but usually he instilled embarrassment in people, not a deep sadness.

Josef’s chest tightened, and he didn’t know what to do with the feeling. He took a big swig of the ale, and got up from his seat. “Excuse me,” he made his way to the door.

“Ah, there I go making things worse.” Dorian huffed as he watched him leave. “Why is it always me making him all weird and emotional?”

“Because you’re weird and emotional. It’s contagious, Pavus,” Bull laughed, “except it’s only catching to mushy humans. We feel none of that.” He clinked cups with Varrick.

Dorian crossed his arms and leaned in his seat.

“And you’re always poking and prodding around so obviously,” Varrick noted. “Maybe, and it’s just a suggestion, stop doing that.”

“I’m just curious.” Dorian said, “And don’t you want to know more about him?”

“Of course,” Varrick said.

“No,” Bull said.

“I know a lot about these hero types, and Josef is the stoic, sullen type. Poking around and being too obvious about it will usually get you on their bad side. I’m not trying to get on Josef’s bad side. And usually the stories unravel by themselves. You just gotta be patient.” Varrick shrugged and picked up his spoon to eat more of his stew.

Dorian clicked his tongue and crossed his arms in a huffy manner. There was a moment of silence at the table as Dorian pondered and the two slurped down their soups.

“I should go apologize,” Dorian said, getting up from his seat.

“Maker’s breathe…,” Varrick muttered.

Dorian opened the door to see Josef leaning against the tavern’s exterior, brooding. His arms were crossed tight around his chest, and his gaze was far off. The way the sky was colored shined nicely on his skin, which was just an observable fact that Dorian felt the need to make note of in his brain. Josef was handsome, check.

“It was not my intention to upset you with my question.” Dorian said, “I was relying too much on the ale to make you more….open.”

“You’re fine. I’m just…thinking…” Josef looked up towards the mountains.

“Don’t make me curious,” Dorian said, standing next to him. He leaned on his shoulder for a second then slid two steps away after he was reminded himself to give him space. “Don’t worry, I won’t ask what you’re thinking about even though I’m itching to know.”

There was a small silence.

“And why do you care?”

Josef turned his gaze towards him. Dorian felt a weird sense of fear as if he was digging himself into a hole perhaps. Josef looked at him like he was under a microscope, like he was studying things about Dorian that Dorian didn’t know about. It was terrifying in an exhilarating way, or at least that’s what Dorian was telling himself. A gaze like that made him ask himself why did he care so much?

“Because I like knowing who's leading me to possible death and definite danger. And as I said before, I’m always itching with curiosity,” Dorian quickly formulated.

“You can afford to be open about you and your emotions. I cannot. I cannot allow myself such vulnerability and I never have.” Josef looked away from him, and Dorian felt a weight lift off of him with the herald’s gaze elsewhere. “I can’t help but be envious.”

Dorian could see the flush of alcohol on his cheeks. Perhaps the liquor did loosen him just a smidge.

“You’re not the only person who has had to hide parts of themselves. Perhaps my openness now is because I’m appreciating the freedom you and this opportunity has given me.” Dorian responded.

“I don’t think I granted you that. You would have found it on your own.” Josef breathed out. He then looked at the sunsetting, the golden hue of the sun reflected off his dark eyes. “I’m afraid though it’s been too easy since you joined.”

Dorian felt a bit flustered by those words. At first not knowing what Josef meant until he did.

“You think there’s danger brewing in the distance.” Dorian asked, “isn’t it always?”

“When things get too easy, it never lasts too long.” Josef’s jaw seemed to harden. “I’m not superstitious, I’m just observing. And something bad is going to happen. Any day now.”

There was a cold chill with his words. Both refreshing and bone chilling.

“Well, let’s at least enjoy the peace while it’s here.” The mage tried to lighten the conversation.

Josef cracked a small smile. “That’s the thing. It feels as if we’ve enjoyed it much longer than we should have.”

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agirlwholovesrockstars · 2 years ago

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out of touch part 5 ♡

OUT OF TOUCH PART 1 ♡

OUT OF TOUCH PART 2 ♡

OUT OF TOUCH PART 3 ♡

OUT OF TOUCH PART 4 ♡

word count : this is might be long but I hope you'll still enjoy reading it! :))

summary : it's all coming too much for you, it almost feels like yesterday that you came to the school for the first time and now your love for Eddie keeps on going and gets even more stronger the more you spend your time with him- you've been bonding with each other in 6 months and ever since then you're both inseparable- the night when he kissed for the first time over at his trailer- at that moment you wanna do everything to not break his heart as you keep your distance away from him.... Eddie wants to stop this once for all- he wants you since day one and he'll do whatever it takes to make you get a hold of your own thoughts.

IF ANY OF THIS WARNINGS TRIGGERING YOU PLEASE DON'T CONTINUE TO READ

warnings : 18+ Eddie Munson x FEM! reader, language, no use of y/n but reader is Amanda Jones, mentions of anxiety, mentions of harassment, divorced parents, the reader made an action again but not bl00dy but still badass as always, I think that's all!

what to expect : fluff, angst, mutual pining, clueless idiots who can't make the first move, of course happy ending ;))

author note : I’M ALMOST FINISHED WRITING PART 6! 🥺🫶🏻 I hope you enjoyed reading my first Eddie Munson fiction series and there's a lot more to come! and if you have ideas about this universe I would totally wrote it down make it for you! :))

THE STORY IS SET IN 1987!

and yes I remove the part where EDDIE DIDN'T DIE! 😤

You've been thinking about it a lot if you should say it to him right now

But you don't know after you confess, maybe things will change.... the bond you have will be gone forever if you did

It's all going too much for you- that's why you can't even think clearly of what you should do about your feelings

But deep inside, you know, you know that Eddie has the same feelings that you have since the first day you saw him, the first time you talked to him, the first time he walked you to class

Not only you can see it in his actions but also you can see right through him

even you're so overwhelmed at everything- you're still grateful that someone like him respects your boundaries and not pressuring you at any sort of way to make you feel uncomfortable

You're so very thankful that you know someone like him that is very thoughtful and kind since the first day.... He always puts you first before him... He wants to know if you're surely fine with everything....he wants to know if you're doing alright... He is just so very caring which is unbelievable to you

It almost feels like you don't deserve him because you're treating him this way.... leading him on and out of nowhere you became uninterested but you don't know he knows why.... he knows exactly why you're doing this.... He's not mad at you, he doesn't hate you about it... he just wants to be there for you and listen to you whenever you feel down

He even told his Uncle Wayne that he is willing to wait for you and for sure he will be when you're ready....

Do you think he can? Do you think he will be there through good times and bad times?

Steve calls out your name and you jumped back into reality

he walked towards to your side "Hey- wait- Are you alright?"

You looked over at him and you hesitant to make eye contact at him "y-yeah, Steve- I am"

he scoffed "Nice try, Amanda, you can't fool me." he squints his eyes on you with a sarcastic smile

you sigh and you shake your head to the side "fine... I am not" you crossed your arms and you lean your back at the wall

His eyes turned into concern "What's the matter?" You didn't care to respond to him so he follows your eyes to where you're looking at and it lands on Eddie

He burrow his brows at you and he looks back at you back and forth

"Wait- did he hurt you?" Steve asks

"What?! No- Steve No!" The way you defend him makes you even more ill to the situation

"So? what is it then?!"

"I- I can't tell you" you turn away from him again but Steve stops you by holding the both of your arms

"Why not?"

"Because-" you glance at Eddie again which Steve does the same as he tries to understand you

You shift from where you standing and Steve tilts his head at you and he says "Amanda, you know you can tell me everything."

"I know, Steve" you look down on the ground

He ducks his head down and he searches for your eyes to make you look at him "So, tell me." He says softly

You look back up at him again but this time he saw your eyes

Eyes mixed with fear, guilt and love

"Oh" he says with a whisper

You uncrossed your arms at him as you hold back the tears

"It's Eddie"

"What about him?"

"I've never met someone like him before- I think I-" you stutter

Steve's eyes soften as he realizes why you're acting this way

He knows that you're afraid to love and to trust but he also knows Eddie, he is a good guy and willing to do everything for you

"You should tell him"

"What?"

"Tell him- how you feel"

You blink away your tears- that's how close you both are as if he can read through your mind- that's why Steve is so special to you cause he is the first person to understand you completely with no judgement at all

"You know, I can't do that"

"Nah- I believe that you can do that"

"But what if, I confess maybe things will change"

"What makes you say that?"

"I- I don't know- I am really just afraid"

Steve sighs "I've never seen a girl with Eddie until you came"

you calm down a bit "Really?"

"Yeah- he is not really much into relationships before until he met you"

"Hm- I refuse to believe that"

Steve throws his hands up in defense as he says "Okay, well, maybe, before he has feelings for Chrissy"

"Chrissy Cunningham?" You already heard her name before but you've never met her- even she already graduated last year she is still the talk of the school as everyone says that she is doing good at college and even more popular and since her and Eddie are friends.... You know that she is not like the other mean popular girls that you met in your other schools.

"Yeah- but they've never been together but he told me- he admits his feelings and ever since then he never regret it telling it to her"

You don't know why you're feeling this way- if you're a random person right now listening to this- you should be extremely jealous right now but you aren't and that's how much you trust Eddie you've never think twice about him

"Do they still talk to each other?"

"I don't know but as far as I know, they're still friends until now"

You nod and you purse your lips together

He holds the back of his neck as he says "Anyways, you gotta tell him! tell him how you feel, you can't go on like this"

"I know, Steve, I know"

Steve frowns at you- you look back up at him and you sigh "I'm so hard to love, Steve"

"What-"

"I hate myself so much that I hurt people who try to love me genuinely" you cut him off and your eyes are glassy from tears

"The reason why I can't tell him it's because I wanted to protect him and our bond together and I don't wanna break his heart- my god" you can't take it anymore so you cried shoving your hands on your face

Steve doesn't have to think twice as he pulls you into a hug- rubbing your back with his hand

Eddie saw you from afar as he watches you at concern- he is talking to Robin but he take a quick glimpse at you and he worries about you seeing you like that

Steve pulls back and he cups your face and using his thumb to wipe away the tears

"You're not hard to love, Amanda, everyone deserves to be loved the way they wanted it to be" he says while you sniffle

You flash out a sad smile and he added "Eddie is a great guy- hell- I've known him since we we're kids and he never changed since then except from his hairstyle"

You chuckled and that warms his heart and he hugged you again while he puts your head on his chest

"You gonna be okay and he is going to be okay and the both of you are going to be okay just trust me." while he rubs the back of your head

You pull away and you look straight to his eyes "Thank you, Stevie"

He rolls his eyes playfully but he smiles "You better move along before you can miss your class!"

You smile widely and hug him again for the last time and he told you that he is available whenever you need him and you nod

"Have you told her yet?" Robin asks

"Told her what?" Eddie responds without looking at her

she scoffed "I'm not dumb, Eddie, you know what I mean"

He turns to look at her as he shifts from where his standing and he scratched his neck

Robin notices his action and she burrow her brows "You did something stupid don't you?"

"What?! No- Buckley no"

"Then why you suddenly became nervous?"

"I just- don't wanna mess it all up that's all"

"Oh"

"I asked her out on the first day and she told me that she would love to go soon she just wanted us to get to know each other first but-

"But?"

"I think it's all becoming too much for her right now and I don't wanna force her or pressure her about her feelings and I told my uncle that I am willing to wait for her"

Robin eyes soften and she shows a fond smile at him

"She's lucky, you know"

Eddie burrow his brows in confusion "What?"

"I said she's lucky, cause she has you."

He huffed but heat rising up from his cheeks "you're just saying that to make me feel better"

Robin rolls her eyes at him "Look, I understand why you're feeling this way but trust me on this- you're the only one that she wants and if she's been acting like this way- I'm sure there's a good reason why she does it maybe she just wants to protect you"

"Why would she want to protect me?"

She shrugged "I think she doesn't wanna hurt your feelings because I feel like she's having a hard time trusting herself"

Eddie's eyes glistens with tears and he blinks away and turns to look at you still talking at Steve

Robin rests her hand on Eddie shoulder "This is destiny and time will come and you'll both will be okay, maybe not now but soon you both will be."

He tears his eyes at you and he look back at Robin

"Thanks, Buckley" he says with a fond smile

"Hey, don't go soft on me rockstar, you got a class to attend" she push him playfully in the shoulder and that made him laugh

Dustin, Mike, Lucas and Max are the first one to leave- all of them waving as they walk away

Robin and Steve gave you a last hug and they both glanced at Eddie and give him a pointed look- you furrow your brows at them but before you can look at Eddie he pushed both of his friends out of the way that made them both snicker

He stops his tracks when he turn at you- your arms crossed over your chest and you smirk at him "I'm not even going to ask what was that about" you scoff as you shaking your head

"Good" he replies reaching out to your hand to hold and you can't deny how his touch makes you feel safe

It's the same routine as always- he never gets tired of helping you out to the simplest things that you can do it by yourself but he always insisted and he laughed at how he can beat you for carrying your bag- having lunch with his friends throughout your first week of school it feels like you're with them for a long time- the bond is very solid which makes you forget that you only knew them a few days ago but they treat you like you're a the part of them and that makes you feel so emotional that finally you have a place to call home

Spending a lot of time with Eddie made you fell for him a lot- like it doesn't stop the feeling that you're having with him it's different it grows more and more and even more stronger and it scares you- and you wished that this would be it- this is what you've been looking for- but you know it yourself that nothing will ever happened it's just these thoughts are clouding up your mind to make you feel bad

Finally, it's Friday night- you remembered on your first day of school that you're invited to their movie marathon over at Steve's house

You wore a black blouse and denim jeans- you picked out a black short small heels as for your shoes and you put a little bit of makeup that enhances your features and you fix your hair- you let your hair down but adding a little bit of clips and hairtie to make it look presentable and proper....

You heard a beep outside and you know damn well- that it's Eddie waiting for you outside...

You take a deep breath and you quickly grab your purse and you look over to your parents at the couch looking at you with a questioning look

"Oh- I'm having a movie marathon at Steve's house!"

"You finally met? When?" Your mom asks you notice how her eyes light up

"Few days ago" you smile

"Okay, well- have fun! but be home soon!" Your mom says

"I will!" You're about to turn the doorknob to go outside but you heard your dad's voice

"You gotta tell him or else I will" your dad says and he grins not looking at you while he keeps his eyes on the TV

You huffed "what do you mean, dad?" you act dumb but you know what he means

He finally moves around from the couch to look at you "Oh- come on- you act like you're not my daughter- I know your every move and emotion- and I can see clearly right now you're fighting your feelings with this boy" he points out to the window and you see Eddie leaning his back on the van

You ignored his words that cut you up slightly "hmm okay, dad, I'll see you later." You walked outside before they can say something to you

Your dad shakes his head returning to his previous position earlier saying "she's gonna hurt herself not showing her true feelings to him"

"Just let her be, the important thing is that we're here for her no matter what happens." Your mom saids as she put his hand over the back of your dad's hand

He gently smiles at her and he sighs that hoping you can let yourself be happy and not putting yourself again in fear

The cool wind let your hair flow as you try hold it down- Eddie stares at you in adoringly and he loves the way you smile and hear your sweet giggles

"I must be fucking dreaming" he thinks to himself he couldn't believe that he finally found the perfect girl that he wants to spend the rest of his life with-

As always- Eddie The Gentleman always helps you to get in the passenger seat and he runs around his way to get in the driver's seat but before he can tell you to put on your seatbelt- you already did it

"Huh" he smirks "good thing- you're taking down notes" he says while placing the keys and turning on the engine as he grips his ringed hands on the steering wheel and you swallowed

You arrived at Steve's house and you eyes soften as you roam your eyes around his house- a little bit has changed but it's still the same house that you loved to stayed over a couple of times...

Eddie turns off the engine as he take a glimpse at you- he noticed your eyes filling up with adoration but also sadness

"Hey, are you okay?" he asks

You had much going on inside your head- not realizing that he is staring at you waiting for you to respond

You looked at him "Oh- yes- E-Eddie, I'm fine, let's go? yeah?" you flash out a small smile while you fix yourself once more on the rearview mirror, grabbing your purse over your shoulder and you reach out for the door

Eddie just tugs out a smile on the side of his lips as he watches you and of course he doesn't buy it but he doesn't wanna push you for it and he scratches his head "you know- I wouldn't let you do that"

"Yeah, I know" you roll your eyes at him playfully

He chuckles as he gets out from the driver's seat and as soon he helps you get out of the passenger seat- Dustin hugs you unexpectedly "Amanda! You came!"

"In the flesh" you say and you're still in shock by his actions but you recovered quickly and you snort while you hug him back

"Come on! You gotta see how we fixed this movie night" Dustin pulls your hand as you look back at Eddie mouthing out to him "Help Me!"

But Eddie throws his hand up saying "I'm sorry I can't help you!" You laughed and you look back at Dustin still gripping at your hands tightly and you can't help but smile widely at the thought that someone this excited to spend the night with you-

This is like your first movie night with friends- yes, sure you had movie nights with Steve but this one is different- you never experienced this before and this is what you always dreamed of...

You look over around Steve's house as you can still remember the old layout before- things have changed but the comfort that brings you to be back at his home still remains the same

You eye out the familiar backyard and Dustin stops his tracks as he removes his grip from you watching you as your jaw dropped and his smile widens

"Wow" you say- Eddie appearing from the behind and he says "you outdid yourself, Henderson- this is fucking amazing."

"I wouldn't take the credit for it! I only helped!"

You and Eddie both looked at Dustin in question

"It was Steve's idea." He grins

"Oh really?" You say excitedly

"Yeah- it's my idea" Steve approaches on Eddie's side

"I've never knew you liked doing decorations." Eddie says with a look that he couldn't believe that Steve could do that- not that he invalidates his talent or his hobby at things- is just that he never thought of Steve has this love for decorating

"it's because you've never asked, Munson" he narrow his eyes at Eddie

"Hmm- Good point" he shrugs

"This is really beautiful, Steve!" You jumped slightly and that made the three chuckled at your excitement

Your eyes still traveling around the lights are perfectly place at the top- the white blankets and a bunch of cushiony pillows sits on top of it and a table full off goodies

"You got the movie that I'm talking about right?" Dustin asks to Steve

"Yeah- I got it right here, man" he holds up the VHS to Dustin and he made a thumbs up to him

Eddie grabs the VHS out from Steve hands as he reads the title "Brian De Palma's The Untouchables."

That made you stop from admiring the place that Steve did

"Oh my fucking god! I couldn't believe that you actually got it!" You grip on Eddie's arms jumping slightly and he smiles at you

Dustin burrow his brows "What do you mean?"

"I don't know- I just thought- you guys are only joking that you want to watch that I suggested."

"Oh- that's just some bullshit, Amanda" Steve put his hands over his hips

"Look, Amanda- when I say we want to watch it- we really meant it!" Dustin says and you show a grateful smile at him

"So- what are we waiting for then?" Eddie says waking towards to the VHS player

"Everyone is not here yet we just gotta- but he can continue he heard something-

The door slams open on the front porch and as he watches everyone come inside without any carefullest to his home and you laughed at the sight of him as you remembered yourself in the same situation- they feel at home like you did and he sighs in exasperation "And here they are!"

Everyone is there Max, Lucas, Mike, Robin, Nancy, Jeff and Gareth who quickly hides from you and you gritted your teeth in the sight of them

Everyone greets you and hugs you except for Jeff and Gareth waving at you shyly and you roll your eyes at them- you walk towards to the table where all the goodies are- a bowl of everything! from candies, chocolates, chips, ice cream, crackers, sandwiches and two pitchers of ice tea and blue lemonade but you wanted something else and you step back and bumped over to Steve his holding a buttered popcorn on his hands with a smile on his face holding it out for you and you pout at him grabbing the bowl out of his hands and he watches you while shoving his hands on his pockets

"You remembered?" You say while you pick out the popcorn and putting on your mouth "it tastes so good! I miss this"

"I would never forget your most favorite snack ever." He says while stealing a popcorn from the bowl and you shock at his action

You're suddenly fueling mad at him- you put down your popcorn on the table and he snickers running away from you as you chase him

Eddie's on the couch drinking a blue lemonade on his cup while he watches you and Steve chasing off each other

Nancy sats on the arm of the couch while eating crackers

Robin flops down beside him "P with a capital P in Platonic" she mumbles while she shoves chips into her mouth

Eddie turns to glare at her annoyingly

"Don't ever think about it" Eddie warns her

"You gotta tell her how you feel, Dude- you can't keep yourself like this- like assuming and I know your mind is all over the place." she says as she continues to chew

"She's right, you know" Nancy says as she puts down the plate on the coffee table

But before he can reply at the both of them- you throw your arms around Eddie neck and you lean down yourself at him resting your head on the top of his- that made him stop to overthink and his heart warms at your touch

Nancy and Robin smirks at Eddie and at you and Robin bites her lips controlling herself not to say anything

Eddie places his hand from where you holding him and he pulls back at you to look at you and smile at him lovingly and you saw his doe eyes at you and you lean down and kiss his cheek- his cheeks turned red after and he smiles sheepishly

Steve tickles your sides and you squealed at him unlocking the hold that you had with Eddie and he frowns at he already misses your touch

You hit Steve from his shoulder and he laughs at you teasingly

"Come on- Eddie, it's so obvious- tell her-" Robin says as she put her hand over mouth squeezing her eyes shut in the process as she realizes what she just said

Nancy just facepalm at the scenario

Eddie's eyes widen at her and he groans "You can't keep your mouth shut do you?"

"Tell me- what?" You asked

Steve dart his eyes from his friends to Robin, Nancy, and back to Eddie

His eyebrows knitted together as he tries to understand his friends

"Yeah- tell her what" Steve he says and he nods at you

"It's nothing" Eddie says but Robin kicks his feet off and that made him say "OW!" he winces as he massages the pain away

"This is stupid" Nancy throw her hands up in defense

"You're not helping, Nance!" Robin exclaims

Nancy rolls her eyes

You and Steve looked at each other confused by their weird behavior

Robin whispers to Eddie but you can clearly hear her saying "Now's your chance!"

"Come on, tell her right now!" Nancy pushing Eddie to the edge causing him to become more nervous

Eddie tries to hide his face away from you but Steve can still see his panic expression

"Just spill it out, Eddie!" You sigh in annoyance

Eddie says something but he just stutters

Robin scratches her forehead while she shakes her head at the same time "You're so fucking dumb, Munson!"

Nancy laughs at Robin's frustration "Just let him be, Robin."

Steve tries not to smirk in front of Eddie as he hides his mouth with his hand- he knows exactly why he is like this- Eddie is his bestfriend he knows him too well like he knows you too...

"Are we going to watch or not?" Mike says as Eddie sighs in relief that the tension is over

You squint your eyes at Eddie that made him gulp and smile shyly at you

Robin rolls her eyes at the sudden interruption as she says "Fine, we're going over there!"

Lucas pops the VHS on the player as everyone chooses their seats and get comfortable

You chose to sat down on the blankets that are layed out in the ground while holding your popcorn bowl

Eddie sats down beside you sitting in a indian seat position as you watch how dork he is and you giggled slightly

"You need a drink for that" he extended his arm holding out the iced tea for you

"Thanks, Eds" you say as you grab the drink from his hand

"Anything for you, sweet thing" he says as he ates his sandwich and turn his attention on the TV screen

You eye him up and down and you smile gleefully

It feels like you're almost imagining this moment- you couldn't believe that everyone is enjoying the movie that you just suggested

Everyone panics at the scene where Kevin Costner and getting indecisive on what to do- help the poor lady with the baby? or stick to the plan?

You have a lot of favorite scenes from this film and you couldn't pick which one but this one is the most nerve-wracking sequence

Dustin repeatedly saying "I can't watch this" he says as he squeezing his eyes close gripping the chip bag that he's holding

You overheard Mike on the other side saying "Oh- that's just brutal!"

Nancy squints her eyes as if she can avoids the stressful scene

You laughed the way Robin drops her jaw slowly and breathing heavily as she watches closely of what might happen

Steve shifted from his seat more than like god knows what- while he bounces his knee from up and down as he places his hand over his mouth

Max and Lucas complains jokingly on how the earth you chose to suggest this film not informing them on how stressful it is

You shrugged at them playfully

Eddie, Gareth and Jeff you can tell that they all nervous but out of all the people- they're the most serious and very focused on the scene

Gareth is sitting and leaning forward while he's grasping his hands together

Jeff is sitting arms are crossed, his eyebrows are knitted together

Eddie is quiet and he's keeping his eyes only to the TV screen and it's unbelievable to you that he is very serious watching this film- you thought that he's not going to pay attention to it or just want to tease you the whole night but he didn't- he is more interested to learn about your taste in films

"Hey, Eddie are you- he cuts you off

"Shh" he says while he places his hands over your mouth and he pats it still looking at the TV

You chortled silently

As everyone is concentrated until the scene unfolds

Everyone shouted and cheered that nothing happened to the woman and her baby but all of them praises the performance of Kevin Costner

If these we're random people- they would not pay attention to any of your interests in films, they would never value your existence and they will disregard you and you won't even matter

You look all of them around you for a moment and it still feels surreal

"I like him" Eddie whispers to you as he points at the TV

"Andy Garcia?"

"Yeah, he's cool"

"I like him as well, but I love Sean Connery more"

"Now, that's a excellent choice"

"Why, thank you"

He chuckles as he says "So- uh- nothing will ever happened to them, right?"

You raise your eyebrow at him and you made a gesture zipping your mouth

"Oh, come on" Eddie groans

You shrug at him- and you got confused why the movie paused-

You startled when everyone is secretly sneaking behind your back and you know it already why- they overhead your conversation with Eddie

"Please, tell us Amanda!" Dustin begs

You still kept your mouth shut

"We're dying in here" Mike exclaims

"You can whisper it to me" Max says and smirks at you

You look at her and you shake your head

Max rolls her eyes while Lucas eyeing you with pleading eyes

Robin starts rambling "You have to tell us! If you do care about us, you gotta tell us!"

That's the only time you cackled but still nothing comes out of your mouth as you gesture the same thing again zipping your mouth

Eddie laughs as he watches everyone begging for you

You look over at Nancy "Oh- don't worry about me, I'm fine with it."

Everyone is overlapping with arguments until Steve speaks

"You know, whatever you do- she won't ever tell you, trust me, I've been there." He chuckles as he looks over at you

You nod at everyone

"Can you explain to us why she wouldn't wanna tell us?" Dustin dramatically asks

"It's because it would ruin the whole purpose of shock factor while watching it." Gareth says

You made a thumbs up to Gareth and he salutes to you

"and I think she also wants to witness all of you react in the film" Jeff says

You made an applause and Jeff bows to you and you mouthed "We're even!"

"Y'all bunch of nerds" Max jokingly saids

"Don't be like that" Lucas says and Max immediately apologizes

"As much as possible, I don't like spoilers." Nancy added

"So in conclusion- she wants us to suffer?" Mike asks

Everyone turns their heads to look at you waiting for an answer

but before you can respond to them Eddie speaks up

"You know what, it's getting late we should finish watching it not wasting time on this foolishness." He says as he presses play

Everyone groans and Steve just snickers at all of them

"I got a bad feeling about this" Dustin says worriedly

Everyone is hooked up at the scene where the action gets intense and you smile to yourself when you hear all of their comments having the same thoughts as you do- they also hate the villains of the film

Steve excuses himself as he goes back inside of his house

Eddie saw him get up and he wanted to talk about something to him and he excuses himself to you and you nod

Eddie saw Steve in the kitchen grabbing his jar of cookies and he looks around as he heard someone enter

"Oh, hey man, is everything good?" Steve asks as he takes a bite of his cookie

"Y-yeah, yeah, everything is cool" Eddie says as he shoves his hands inside of his pockets

Steve noticed the slight shakiness of his voice as he flick the crumbs off of his fingers

"Drop it, dude."

Eddie takes a deep breath "You know, Amanda right?"

"Yes?" Steve scrunches up his forehead as he getting impatient of Eddie is trying to say but he loves his dear friend though- he just wanna know right away

"You're both childhood bestfriends and-"

"Just get to the point, man"

"I-I'm"

Steve raises his eyebrows

Eddie panics and stutters but he still tries to say it "I think- I'm falling in love with her."

Steve purses his lips and nods while smiling in the process

Eddie looks at him in confusion

"I know"

"You- what"

"I know, since the first time that I saw her again with you." He says as he brings back his cookie jar to where it belongs

"Wait, What?!" Eddie says as he places both of hands on the counter leaning down

Steve giggles "I also know that's the reason why Robin pressuring you to confess with her earlier" while he washes his hands on the sink

Eddie swallows and his cheeks are heating up

He turns around grabbing a paper towel to dry his hands

"So- what's bothering you then?" Steve asks as he throws the paper towel in the trashcan

Eddie looks at his eyes for a second and looks away guilty of thinking that Steve has feelings for you

"I thought"

"You thought what" he crosses his arms

"I thought- you might have feelings for her" Eddie winces at himself thinking something like that to his friend

"Oh" he uncrosses his arms "Well, Munson, just because we have this a long time friendship- doesn't mean we have feelings for each other."

"So, you're not mad?"

"Why, would I be mad?"

He shrugs "fuck- I'm sorry, man, I know we also been friends since we're kids, it's so wrong for me to think something about you like that"

Steve chuckles "it's alright, Eddie, you're good"

Eddie nods but Steve notices his fidgeting with his rings- it's a sign that he's having anxiety

"It's Amanda, isn't it?"

"Yeah" Eddie sighs

"You just gonna have to trust her"

"I do trust her- I know- I'm not like this before having these thoughts in my head but I just couldn't help but wonder why she acts like that- I don't judge her but I'm trying to understand her-"

"There's nothing wrong with you, Eddie, she's just having a hard time dealing with these things as you do." He cuts him off

"It's all new to her and you couldn't blame her not giving herself fully to you." Steve pauses

"And I'm sure, she love you just the way you love her."

Eddie shows a sad smile "Thanks, Steve."

"And you thought of me? being mad to you just because you fell in love with my bestfriend- dude be fucking serious for once! I am happy that someone sees that she is worthy to love and that's because of you." Steve says as he points his finger to Eddie and laughs

Eddie pushes his finger away out of him as he shakes his head in the process while a fond smile coming out of his lips

"Look, I am serious, man, you have nothing to worry about, and she will be there for you, I know it." he says

Eddie nods and smile at him

You entered inside and that made the two boys clear their throat and acts like nothing happened

"What are you guys doing in here? You're going to miss the movie!"

Steve thinking a better reason why and he remembers you both love chocolate chip cookies "I-I'm just going to grab my jar of cookies!"

and that made you stop from the suspicion "Wait? Is that the cookies?!"

"Yes, it is"

"Oh- gimme, gimme!"

Eddie smirks as you ran to where Steve pointing out the cookies

While you're busy- Steve looks back at Eddie and they both sigh of relief

"Let's go back there, yeah?" You mumble as you holding onto the jar of cookies and you already ate a piece

They let you walk out first and Eddie say

"That's her weakness, huh?"

"Gets her everytime" Steve grins

Eddie laughed as they continue to walk outside

Everyone is nervous at the scene where Sean Connery is the next target to-

"Oh no!" Lucas exclaimed and Max looks away from the TV as she already knows what will happen

"I knew it! I knew it!" Dustin yells

"No- this can't be!" Mike shouted

Jeff and Gareth shake their heads and slumped their shoulders in the scenario

Robin frowns at you "Next time, don't take any suggestions from Amanda." she jokingly said

"What can I do? I can't just jump into the TV screen and save him?!" You said as you lick off the butter on your fingers from the popcorn that you just ate

Steve laughs at your response

"You like tragic characters, huh?" Eddie says as he grabs a cookie on the jar beside you

"They're very interesting, you know"

"Even though they can hurt you?"

"Yeah, sometimes they suck but they really add up to the whole plot without those kind of characters it would be boring."

"I hear you" he paused "The Outsiders broke me"

"It only broke you? That film destroyed me" you start

"I was bawling" you gesture to eyes falling tears like waterfalls

Eddie chuckles "I guess we're going to have a lot of bond to do."

"I guess we do" you smirk

Everyone is at shock to the scene where the antagonist of the film finally ends with his demise- as soon as the film ends everyone applauded and whistled

Everyone wanted to help out Steve to clean up but he insisted that it's on him

Everyone complimented the film that you suggested and they wanted to see more from your interests

Say their goodbyes and always hugs you before they go- except for Jeff and Gareth who rushes off quickly and just waved bye to you- it's not new to you anymore that they act like that you got used to it

Eddie drives you home and he says he'll see you in Monday

The weekend happened and you had a lot of fun spending time with your family and you're looking forward to it

But your heart is searching for something else and you chose to ignore it but you couldn't- you're longing to see Eddie again

Excited going to school on Monday it's not the usual thing you do and your parents didn't expected that

The bond with Eddie and his friends having them in your life are the most grateful thing that you ever had

Tuesday another night at The Hideout

You're aware that it's Tuesday and Eddie knows that.... If you don't wanna go after the incident it's alright with him.... But he's even more happier when you're there

"I know what you're thinking, it's alright, Amanda."

"N-no, Eddie, it's not"

"But I don't want you to come with me, if you really don't want to."

"I wanted to"

He looks at you with a small smile "Okay" he says softly

He pulled your hand on his and you walked away from the school's parking lot

You halt your tracks in the middle of the school's campus "Eddie, wait"

Eddie stops the minute you told him to- he turns around and notice your cryptic expression

"What's the matter"

You took a deep breath "I should've told you this before, but I don't want you to worry." You paused

Eddie tilts his head at you and his eyes are flashing with care and unease

You know that Eddie will always be there for you and will never let you get into any harm

"You deserve to know" you say it with misty eyes

"To know what?"

"My first night at The Hideout- Jason approached me and touched my thighs but I slapped him and told him to get away and Marlon was there to help me." You say while blinking away your tears

Eddie is now seething and clenching his jaw

"After your performance.... that thing happened." You added as you quickly wipe away that one tear that escaped in your eyes

"Please- don't be mad at me, I just don't want you to worry more that's all." You say while you sniffle

"I knew it" he starts "I knew it, that he approached and touched you"

"What a fucking pervert" he says with an anger coming out from his voice

You hug him instead and that made Eddie loosens up a bit "I'm sorry" you say weakly

Eddie places his hand at the back of your head and caresses it "I understand, it's fine" he says

You pulled away from him to see his face "No, it's not, Eddie, I've shouldn't kept this with you, I should've been more honest with you."

"For now on, I won't keep secrets with you, I will keep telling the truth to you." You say

Eddie eyes flashes with so much fond and smile at you full of gratitude "How could I ever deserve to have someone like you?" He says while he tucks your hair behind your ear

You smile at him and he says "Same goes with me, I will be honest with you."

After class- you and Eddie are ready to go at the Hideout again

You're wearing a black tube top with black leather jacket and black denim shorts with small boots and you let your hair down but still presentable with soft waves

Eddie can't help to compliment you again he just wants you to know that you're-

"I'm just gonna say this out loud" Eddie says as he gets into the driver's seat

Your face crumpled in confusion

"you look stunning" he throws his hands up in defense

You snort "Oh- I thought it was something else." You say breathlessly

"It's the truth! You have to get used to me of complimenting you."

"Why do you do this?" You gesture to him

He chuckles and he takes your hand "you deserve to know that you're beautiful inside and out." He smiles

You smile but got shy under his gaze and blushes

"Well, you're stunning as well, Eddie- and you're also beautiful inside and out." You say

and now- it's Eddie's turn red and smiles sheepishly at you

You roll your eyes playfully "Come on, let's go."

You and Eddie arrived at the Hideout and Marlon and Wayne was there and even Eddie didn't knew that his uncle is in there

You admire the friendship of Marlon and Wayne and you hope that you can have that someday but you don't realize it that you already have it since day one

You sat down beside Wayne as you both watch Eddie and his friends perform for another spectacular show

You cheered and shouted for them and Eddie winks and smiles at you more than once- you didn't notice Wayne eyeing you and Eddie with so much fondness- he is very happy from the both of you

But as soon as the performance ends- Eddie saw you remove your jacket and run towards the jukebox

Marlon smirks as he already know what you're going to put- meanwhile Wayne burrow his brows in confusion

You don't know what's gotten into you- you just had this boost of confidence rushing over you-

One thing that you haven't told with Eddie, is that you're a dancer, you love dance with so much passion- and this is the moment that you're going to show it to him

Jeff, Gareth and Eric asks Eddie what's going on and he just shrugged with his eyes saying "I don't even know" all of them are confused

but as soon as the song I've Had The Time Of My Life playing

The crowd goes wild and starts to whistle and applauses for you- the crew puts on a spotlight for you and you start to dance

Jeff, Gareth and Eric starting laughing and of course they know it too- this is Eddie's guilty pleasure- he might deny it but he truly loves this song so much

Eddie shoves his hands in embarrassment but there's a fond smile coming out from them

Marlon and Wayne are laughing as well too but they're very impressed at your dancing skills

Eddie watches you twirl around with your hair bouncing up in the air so nicely

He just watches you in awe

You kept your eyes on him as you do your dance moves- he is very amazed on how you move across the floor is like you're with the music- you just go with the flow

He has no idea that you're a dancer and he just smiles widely that you have this wonderful talent- he just loves you even more deeply

Jeff, Gareth, and Eric supporting you fills warmth in your heart

Jeff looks at Eddie completely unfazed and hypnotized by your moves- his eyes are showing with so much love

He calls out to Gareth and Eric mouthing to them "he is so lovestruck"

When the song is on the bridge verse- you're asking for Eddie to take your hand in yours

The crowd calling out for Eddie "Take her hand, Eddie!" and you look behind them as you look at him with a smile on your face

Eddie scratches his head and puts his hands over his hips and his cheeks turned beet red

Jeff, Gareth and Eric goes over to Eddie pushing him to go with you

He looks over at Marlon and Wayne "Go over there, son!"

He chuckles and bites his bottom lip and he looks at you- still raising your hand to him

He doesn't waste time as he removes the guitar sling over his body and gave it to Jeff

He jumped out of the stage

Everyone cheered for the both of you

Eddie walked towards to you and he says "I didn't know that my girl was such a captivated dancer." He says with a smile

"I just wanna surprise you" your eyes flickering with coy

He scoffs "Well- you surprised me- alright-" he smiles

"You wanna do it with me?"

His face drops and swallows "B-but, Amanda, I don't know how to- you cut him off

"Just follow my lead" you say while you caressed his cheek

He smiles and he trust you even when he's scared- he trust you with all his heart

You wind your hands up on Eddie's neck and you put Eddie hands on your waist but he refuses and your heart flutters how much he respects you and you say "It's okay"

As soon as the chorus starts you're both start swaying back and forth and you're impressed how Eddie is such a fast learner

Just like you said- he follows your lead

You start to move around him and you both start circling around with each other

And the epic chorus began- you got startled by Eddie taking your hand and spinning you around as you both start dancing with your feet and hitting every beat

Your eyes widen and you laugh "You're a natural!"

"I've learned from the best" he leans his forehead against yours

Your heart might explode at this very moment

Steve and Robin comes inside at the bar and they both saw you dancing together

"Holy shit"

"Wow"

Eddie takes the lead again by extending his arm on the side- you follow his lead and you spin and he brings you down and him leaning down at you

You gasp and your saw his eyes lights up with so much love and you smile your eyes flashing with tenderness

You both didn't know that everyone in the room are cheering for you- screaming- calling both of your names

All of the sudden it's just you and Eddie

He puts you back up still swaying into the song- he cups your cheeks, your hands on his chest then you hold his arms

His eyes flicker through your lips and back to your eyes

Your heart beats faster and faster and your eyes are swimming in tears but you're smiling at him- Eddie knits his brows "What's the matter?

You laughed "Nothing- I'm crying"

"Why are you crying?"

"I'm crying of happiness" you say as you sniffle

"And so do I-" he says with misty eyes

He leans down and he holds the back of your head and he kisses you passionately and slowly and you're still at shock but you close your eyes and you kissed him back and your hold his neck

The kiss was long until Eddie cuts it off that both of you are running out of breath

With your lips apart and you're breathing heavily and you smile and laugh

"you leave me breathless" he says while shaking his head and smiles

"you also take my breath away" you say as you wipe your tears away

Eddie pulled you into a hug as everyone cheered for you

Wednesday

At lunch time- Jeff and Gareth couldn't stop teasing you and Eddie about what happened last night at the Hideout as they repeat the same thing over and over again with your friends

Not gonna lie, you love to hear it all over again because it's almost like a dream of what just happened- he finally kissed you and your mind replays it till you fell asleep

Eddie couldn't believe as well that he finally did it to you- it is one of his favorite nights ever at The Hideout- the way your body flows through the music and your skin in the spotlight just glimmers perfectly- his heart might come outside because of his friends keep repeating the same story

"After they danced, and it finally happened- they kissed!" Gareth says dramatically

"And the crowd goes wild!" Jeff says as he mimicks the crowd screaming

You and Eddie are both quiet but glancing at each other with a smile

Dustin looks over at you and you smile sheepishly "So- it's true- it finally happened" he says as he raises his eyebrows

"We get it! You guys! Stop!" Mike annoying exclaims and that made you and Eddie laugh

"That's very beautiful" Lucas says as he smile at you and Eddie

"Oh- shoot- I forgot to grab a drink-" you say as you get up quickly from your seat

"Wait- I'll do it-" Eddie says as he holds your hand

"No, it's fine- Eds- I'll be right back" you say as you pat down his hand

Eddie sighs in defeat but smiles at you and nod

As you walk away

"So- it's official?" Dustin asks as he ates his peanut butter & jelly sandwich

"What?" Eddie answers without looking at Dustin- he keeps his eyes on you

"That you're together?" He says as he licks off the jelly from his fingers

Eddie turns around to look at him as he answers hesitantly "I-I don't know yet"

"You- what?" Lucas asks with his brows knitted together

"So, what are you guys then?" Mike says as he crossed his arms together

Eddie's eyes turn uncertainty but a hint of hopeful one as he ducks his head down

"Well- I'll be damned" Gareth as he throws his trash like a basketball ring

"Man, I thought after that- it's over- you got nothing to worry about" Jeff pauses

"you got the girl of your dreams! and Eric was so happy last night seeing you both like that- We never seen you with so much happiness in your eyes." Jeff says as he tries to find his friends eyes to look at him

Eddie can feel what he's doing as he raise his head over to look at him

He sighs "I know that" he starts "I just don't know how to say it to her."

A miracle solution just came right between his hands

A senior highschool girl student giving out flyers to everyone

"A night to remember 1987" he reads it out loud "senior high and junior prom" his eyes widen as he gets up

"Give this flyer as an invitation to the certain person that you want to take with you- Please write your name on the attendance list-"

As soon as the student walks away from them Eddie runs after it "Wait!" he writes his name on the clipboard

Dustin, Mike and Lucas starts grinning

Jeff and Gareth smirks at each other

He grips the paper like it was the important thing in his life "This is it! This is my chance!"

"What chance?" as you appear on Eddie's side

Jeff and Gareth panicked

Dustin swallows

Mike pretends like nothing happened

Lucas starts to whistle

"Uh-" Eddie stammers as he quickly hides the flyer behind his back

You knit your eyebrows at him as you eyeing him up suspiciously

"It's about the new D&D campaign" Dustin says as he breaks the silence

"Oh- yes, yes that one" Eddie points out to Dustin

You purse your lips together and you squint your eyes at Eddie and he smiles at you sheepishly

You look over at all of them and you raise your eyebrows at them

Eddie knows that you don't believe him- he knows that- he can feel it

Dustin nudges Mike's arm "Yes it is true, Amanda"

"It's the chance of destroying Gareth's team!" Lucas winces as he carefully look over at Gareth his eyes are now flaring with anger

Jeff clears his throat

"That's what they're talking about, yeah" Gareth agrees as he glares at Lucas

"Huh" you say as you sat down and place your A&W can on the table "Very well- then"

Eddie sighs of relief and looks over at Dustin mouthing "Thank you"

3 weeks later

Everything is the same but still the feeling is there- sometimes you stayed a wide awake at night thinking about him

You wish you could just remove the gnawing feeling inside your chest- you want to give all to yourself to Eddie but you can't- as the fear takes over with you again

Since you and Eddie are always partners at school projects- you both always left with an A+

Sometimes you both go each other's houses to complete everything

Even at school activities like this- you both are really made for each other

Everywhere you go- there's no disaster or something else that can happen- like everything is possible when you're together

He loves how you decorate your room- there's a lot of band posters everywhere from Queen, Guns N' Roses, Metallica, Led Zeppelin, and so much more- you even have movie posters as well- you already defeated his room- your room is much more cooler than his

Eddie already met your parents more than once and they loved him very dearly- Eddie is always excited to meet you and your parents again at Friday dinner

Eddie is taken a back for the first time they met him- they don't care if he had this reputation at school- they don't care if he dressed up like this- it's because of him, you're finally happy and that's why they wanted to express their gratitude over him

He doesn't think it was bad- he just doesn't expected that to happen as they treats him very nicely and that made his heart soft

Wayne loved you very much, he is proud of what his nephew has become- he finally catching up with his school work- he is even more active at school- he stops selling drugs and Steve offers him a job at the Family Video and he takes it and he did all of that, it's because of you-

You're his inspiration, his life was no direction until he met you- he finally had the reason to live

You even rewatched Some Kind Of Wonderful with him- since it's his favorite movie you can't just say no to him- you love the way Eddie is so hooked up with the story as if he already saw this film for the millionth time- you admire him while he holds your hand

You're at Eddie's trailer finishing up the class report for tomorrow and you're both presenting it

You excuse yourself going into the bathroom and he nods

Eddie digging out of his pockets and he unfolds the prom invitation

He squeezes his eyes shut as he wishes "Please, let this be it."

as soon as he heard the bathroom door open- he looks over to your notebooks and founds the one that is personal to you and he puts it inside

You sigh "I'm so famished- you want to take a break?" You ask him

"Yeah- sure"

You smile "Okay- it's on me! My treat!"

"Whatever you want, darling" he smiles

You blushed but you duck your head down as you walk towards the phone ordering a pizza

Eddie looks over the notebook of where he puts the prom invitation and he throws his head back on the couch

The weekend began

Your parents let you hang out with Eddie

You're wearing a dark red off shoulder top and black ripped jeans, a touch of makeup just about right and you curl your hair a bit and you wore your Nike's

He kept his usual style but he probably didn't do it on purpose as he also wears a dark red checkered hoodie and black ripped jeans and as always he wore his white Reebok

And you both laugh when you noticed the similarities of your outfits-

The first place that you both visit is a record store and Eddie is right he knows the perfect vinyl record store

The store looks so amazing and spacious there's a lot to choose and to look from until Eddie clears his throat behind you

You turn around and you look down of what he's holding- it looks like a gift

Your forehead scrunches "What's this?"

"Only way to find out" he says and he smirks as he gives it to you

You roll your eyes playfully but you smile at him and you take it

"Did you wrap this?" You say as you admire how beautiful gift is

He nods "Open it" he says as he gestures to the gift

You look up at him and you smile- as you tear off carefully of his hardwork of wrapping it

Your eyes widen it's the Michael Jackson's Bad album

"Oh my god- no" you say as your eyes are now brimming with tears

Eddie chuckles "yes it is! It's his new album"

"I just heard this over the radio and I don't have the enough allowance to buy this" you say as you let your tears fall

"And now you have it in your hands" he says with a smile

"How did you get this? like how you even manage to get this? Did you know how hard it is to get his new album?" You pause as you sniffle

"I literally stayed up all night falling in line in a record store just to grab his Thriller album!" You say as you fanning your tears away

"Hey, I have a lot of experience as you do, I just made it in time, that's all" he shrugs

You pout at him "Why are you doing this? I-I don't deserve this- this is too much!" You exclaimed

Eddie stares at you "You look so cute when you're having a meltdown" as he thinks to himself

You hug the vinyl that he gave to you and you don't know what to do as the mixed emotions washes over you and you hug him instead

And you laugh while you cry over at his chest- he smiles as he hugs you back

"You like it?"

"I don't like it- I love it! you dumbass" as you pulled away from him and you push him playfully

He snorts "Hush now- I don't want to see my girl cry" he grabs his handkerchief as he wipes your tears away and he cups your cheek and he pecks your lips as he kisses it with a loud "MWAH"

You laugh at his action "Now- that's what I wanted to hear more" he says as he caresses his thumb on your face

You hold his hand "Thank you, Eddie" you say

"You're always welcome, sweetheart" he smiles as he throws his arm over your shoulder and squeezes you

You both ate- milkshakes and burger with fries- the lunch was great and so fun- you love spending your time with Eddie like this- it's always been so comforting it gives you the warmth that you needed

As you walk towards to Eddie's van- you overheard a distressed woman asking for help as she claims that a man stole her purse

You saw the man running away holding the purse

Eddie saw you looking over there "Amanda, don't" as if he already knows what you're up to

But before he can stop you- you're already running after the man

"Fuck- Amanda wait!" as he runs after you

"Hey, you! Stop!" You shout at the man and he glares at you like he doesn't care

You got even more furious as he looks back and his eyes widen that you're gaining on him and you jump and pin him down

Eddie stops running as he got shock by your action

"Don't you ever fucking dare to look at me that way- as I swear you won't ever see the light of the day again." You whisper to the man's ear

You say as you grab the woman's purse out of his hands

As you stand back up away from him- he tries to escape but you kicked him in the part where he can't move even if he wanted to-

The whole town is overlapping with conversation and exclaims

You look down "you're so fucking dumb for trying to escape, huh?" You look over the side of the road and thank goodness the Hawkins is just right there at the corner

You grab him by the collar "Well- let's see what you're going to say with Hopper."

The man is now shuddering in fear and Eddie looks over at him and the people who witness it- he smirks how they all reacted

He mouth to them "That's my girl"

You smack his face down on the police desk and that got Hopper startled

His face turns to a puzzled expression as why he couldn't understand why you're here and why you have this man

"A-Amanda?" He looks at you "Eddie?" He says while Eddie waves shyly at him

But before he can ask you- the distressed woman enters the police headquarters

"They saved my belongings- this disgusting man took my purse away from me!" As he hits the man who is now beatened and doesn't try to fight anymore

You smile so innocently like nothing happened

He scoffs "Amanda, why'd you do that- you could get yourself killed!"

"Nah- it was nothing- I just wanna help that's all"

"Thank you, my dear, that was a very brave thing you did!" The distressed woman holds your hand and you smile at her

"Hey, chief" one of the police called out to Hopper

"Yeah?"

"Isn't that the guy that we're looking for the whole time- the one who steals a lot?"

"What?!" He takes the man by the collar and he saw his face and he stumbled and looks over at you "Yes, you're right- he is"

The man tries to escape but Eddie blocks his way from the entrance

The man looks up at Eddie as he says "Get out of my way, Munson"

Eddie's face turns to a confusion as he doesn't know who is this person but he knows his name as he continues to talk "You're just going to end up just like your unfortunate father"

Eddie finally recognizes him- he is one of his dad's colleagues who is always been so jealous of his father but a tragic strike happened over at his dad business

Eddie's dad may not the best father but he tries to be- he tries of what he can give to his one and only son and his mother does the same

His parents never showed any affection to him but he can always hear his parents argue every night when he was a kid until he met his Uncle Wayne who gives him the bestest care ever than his own parents

Eddie never showed any pain, grudge and hatred over at his parents- he never give into sadness- he might be sometimes but that's how he really is- he is nice and he doesn't want to confront his parents of why they're getting a divorce

The last thing that he can remember from his parents is that they truly loved him- and Eddie believed that- there's some just things that can't work from the both of them

"Just don't try to escape, dude" Eddie say as he push him away

He laughs "You look even more like your dad, and you act like him" he starts

"Has a heart of gold but life has a different plan" he says

You can see Eddie's hand gripping in pure anger as he about to throw a fist on him

You look over at Hopper as the tension gets more loud

"You're going to sell drugs for the rest of your life!" He says

Eddie punch him so hard that made him fall and almost knocked unconscious

You gasped as you ran over to Eddie to stop him "I'll prove it you- you will see- I will be successful and you're just gonna whine about it." He paused

"My father may not be the best of taking care of me- but he helped a lot of people and even you- he helped you! but what did you do? this is what you repay him back? By ruining his name?" He says as he holding back the tears but his eyes are nothing but fire coming out of them

The town knows what happened to Eddie's father- he became a drug dealer just to help out his family- the bankruptcy from his business before destroyed him and no matter what he tries- no one accepts him for a job- he is now at jail as he got caught 2 years ago

His mother however has a new family but she is willing to help whatever Eddie needs

"Okay, enough- settle down" Hopper walks over the police desk

It's been a 1 hour in a half that you're both sitting there in the police headquarters

Eddie is now calm but he plays with his rings- you take his hand and you rest your head against his shoulder

"I'm sorry, Eddie"

"For what?"

"For dragging you into this"

He huffed "it's the best weekend ever if you ask me"

You laugh but you hold his face to make him look at you "are you sure, you're alright?"

He holds your hand and caresses it with his thumb "Yes, I am- Amanda" he pauses

"You didn't spoil the fun and you make it even more exciting though with all of that action!" He says as he tries to copy your moves earlier

You laugh at the way he cutely scrunches up his face in serious mode

"Alright, kids- you're good to go" Hopper says while he puts his hands over his hips

"Just call me, if something's goes wrong okay? I just don't want you kids get harm."

"Okay, we know that, Jim" you say to him as you both get up

"I just wanna say sorry for my behavior-" Eddie apologizes but Hopper stops him

"It's all good- Eddie- if I were you I would do the same thing." He says as he pats his shoulder

You and Eddie smile at him

"Alright- take care and drive safely, okay?" He points to Eddie

"Sure, will- chief!" Eddie says as he headed out to the exit and you follow him

"and Amanda?"

You stop and turn around "Yes?"

"Thank you" Hopper smiles

"You're welcome, see you again soon" as you walk away from the police headquarters

It's 2pm and you don't wanna go home yet- Eddie saw your face and he chuckles "Don't wanna go home- huh?"

as if he can read your mind "Yeah" you pout at him

"How about we walk around the mall? You want that?" He says

"Yeah- sure!"

As soon as he gets up from the driver's seat and you stare at him with a smile on your face

"What's gotten into you so smiley today as if nothing ever happened earlier" he snorts

"Nothing, I just love the way you did back there" you say

He turns on the engine "What did I do? other than punching the douchebag?" He raises his eyebrows at you

You chortled "What I mean is that I love the way you don't let others define you."

His eyes flicker with so much love and appreciation as he grabs your arm and the back of your head

As he slams his lips on yours and he kisses you aggressively but lovingly- he loves caught to you off guard and you gasp and you kiss him and he pulled back as he deepens the kiss and you moan as he tilts his head at a different direction and he smiles at the kiss

6 months

It's been 6 months you're with Eddie and his friends

It's all going so good and you loved every minute, every second, every hour- you're spending with him and his friends

Until all of the sudden you became cold and distant towards him

He doesn't understand it- you haven't talked to him for 2 weeks

2 weeks

It feels like forever to him, he doesn't know what he has done, he doesn't even know if he did something wrong to make you upset

But he knows and he is sure of himself that he didn't do anything bad to you- but if he does he swore to himself that he will do anything to make it up to you

But the problem is he really didn't do anything wrong- it was you- it was you who's having a hard time thinking about your own feelings and you're still struggling to decide if you're ready for this

You keep avoiding him until it comes to the point where you changed your class schedule so you won't see him

You don't even eat with them anymore and his friends saddens as they see Eddie looking at you longing for you- he wants to ask you about it why the sudden change?

You're still beautiful as ever even you don't dress like the way you do before- you always wear hoodies and sweatpants at school now but he misses your smile that could light up his day all the time when he sees it

He doesn't pick you up anymore from your house or take you home from school as your parents always say that you're coming at school early than your usual time with Eddie before

He frowns as why everything goes so wrong and his life almost crushed apart

But he doesn't give up on you and on himself he still at his goal- is to graduate with you

You decided to talk it over with Nancy- so you went into the Wheeler's house

Nancy is the only one girl that you befriended with- she treats you like her own sister

Nancy opens their front door and she burrows her brows in confusion

"Amanda? What are you doing in here?"

"Can we talk please?" You say and you smile shyly

Nancy saw your eyes with a hint of sadness "Sure- come in" and she flashes you with a smile

"What's the problem?" she says as she gives you a glass of water

You take a sip and she sats down on the couch beside you "How do you know if you're sure of it?"

"sure of what?"

"the one you love" you trail off

"Oh- it's about Eddie" she smiles sadly

You chuckled "yeah" you start "I feel like I'm the worst person ever on the planet right now and I'm hurting him"

"No- you don't" she says she takes your hand "You're just having a hard time catching up with your feelings that's all- he can never hate you."

"Thanks, Nance"

"I'm sure he'll understand why this is happening to you- but as soon as possible you must make it up your mind." She says

You nod "I don't know why after all of what just happened- I still don't know why am I still afraid to love." You say

She scoots over closer to you "You're just gonna have the courage to do it"

"But what if something bad happens?"

"You will never know unless you don't try, right? maybe it will, maybe it will not happen" she pauses

"Eddie will always be there for you no matter what happens from your bad days and good days....he will be there." she says and she smiles

You quickly wipe away the fallen tear from your cheek

Mike goes down the stairs and he saw you in their living room

"Amanda?"

You turn around to look at him "Oh- Hi, Mike" you sniffle

"Is there something wrong?"

"Nothing- it's just-" Nancy cuts you off

"Girl stuff" Nancy says

"Okay, I hope you're doing well." Mike smiles at you

"Thank you, Mike"

Mike watches you closely before he continues to what he was doing- he has never seen like you this, your dark circles under your eyes, you're so pale it almost like you haven't slept properly, he saddens him to see you like this- but he hopes that you and Eddie will get through at the end- he is rooting for you

You left the Wheeler's house- Nancy insists driving you home but you want to walk instead and it's not even that late, it's a bit far from where you from but you don't really mind it at this moment

she smiles at you sadly but there's a hope in her eyes as she hugs you

While walking back home- you saw Steve sitting on the bench outside of your house

"Steve?"

He stands up straight and smiles at you "Hey"

"What are you doing in here?"

"Uh" he searches for the right words as he scrunches his forehead trying not to mess this up

You walk up towards him "What is it, Steve?"

he sighs as he clasped both of his hands "Eddie, asked me to check on you"

You stumbled back and you blink "Oh" you frown at him and look down shamefully

Steve studies your face and he knew exactly why are you like this- you're still afraid

He doesn't want to push you too far but as your childhood bestfriend he wants you to confront you about it and he doesn't like seeing his other friend hurting...

He takes a deep breath- he decides to go straight to the point

"Amanda, I know, you're scared, but you can't do these things to people, you're hurting them, they try to be there for you, love you, and take care for you and you're just gonna disappear and act like nothing happened. As your friend for years I'm so disappointed in you."

You suddenly became nervous around your bestfriend and you can't be angry at Steve because he is right, you shouldn't have done that to Eddie or with anyone else

You can't hold back your tears anymore, you let them fall right in front of Steve

Steve is upset by your actions but you know he can never hate you, you understand the way he acts this way he just wants to help you get out of there and act the fuck up, you still feel grateful that you have a friend like him even though you treat him like shit like you're doing right now- it sinks down real hard on your chest

You chest rise up and down heavily and you ran over the bench and sat down- you still continue to cry

Steve's face drops as if he wasn't mad at you earlier and he lets out an exasperated sigh

You sniffle "I-I just need time" you croak out still not looking at him- you're ashamed of yourself to look at him

"You know I can't hate you"

"Y-yes I know that, Steve" you say as you wipe your tears

"I helped you with anything I can but it looks like you're not listening to any of my advices! I see no progress in you like everything I just said you don't even apply it to yourself, you gotta help yourself too, Amanda, we're just here to guide you and be there for you... nothing will change unless you do something." His tone is very serious and you can feel the anger and frustration in them

You rise you head up- eyes are still overflowing with tears

"I-I'm sorry, Steve" you say as you ran your hands up down in your thighs

"I saw you both together at The Hideout, I've never seen you like that, you have that look in your eyes whenever you're with Eddie. I'm so happy because my bestfriend finally got what she d-deserves." that one line broke him to unleash his tears that it's heating up behind his eyes

He covers his face with his hands as he started sobbing hard- Steve only shows his vulnerability when he's with you... He is comfortable with everything when he's with you- it's because even you're a bad friend sometimes you don't invalidate his feelings

He hiccuped and your eyes widen as you rushed hugging him on the spot

He hugs you so tight and he rubs your back

You both cry into each other's arms

"Look, all I wanted for you is to be happy, this is your moment, take it, you gotta forget the past, leave that behind you, take that weight off your shoulders, I-I don't want anyone else to be with you, I want Eddie for you." He sniffles as his eyes still blurry from the tears

You pulled back "You want Eddie for me?"

"Yes, he told me everything, he loved you since first day you came to school, Amanda he loved you ever since, you can't find love like that, you're going to blame yourself if you didn't do something" he says as he wipes your tears using his thumbs

You shake your head "I don't think I deserve him."

"Stop, that, you deserve him- this is destiny- the one you've been looking and wanting for all of your life is right in front of you"

You tears fall once again and he does as well and you nod at his words "I'm so sorry, Steve for everything, Nancy told me about you and her before, fuck- I didn't realized that I'm such a bad friend- I'm so ignorant and didn't care about what you're doing and I didn't think of it, if only I had the chance to turn back the time I would do so much better than before- meanwhile- you're here with me again doing the exact same bullshit I did with you before- I-I apologize for everything that I done." You breathing so fast and tears kept falling right before your eyes

He hushes you and pulled back you into a hug and you hold him so tightly

"I know, Amanda, I know," he says and he rubs his hand on your head and he smiles looking down at you and kisses the top of your head

"I love you so much, Steve- you're so good to me." You say as you hiccuped on his chest

"I love you too, Amanda, I believe you can get through with this, you got a good heart, you're so strong and brave, you don't even realize it." He says and he pulled back to look at you and both smile at each other

#Spotify #eddie munson x FEM! reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson stranger things 4 #eddie munson x you #stranger things 4 #the untouchables #brian de palma #kevin costner #sean connery #andy garcia #the outsiders

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krsonmar · 2 years ago

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Also a librarian here (who has been wanting to buy hats and can’t because of her librarian salary, but please imagine me tipping a lavender-colored bowler hat at you), and yes, we very much need this. A lot of us, especially public librarians, are feeling pretty left out in the cold with the communities we’ve put so much of ourselves into turning on us in these attacks. This would be a really great thing to do. That said, we’re also wondering where the people who rhapsodize about how we’re superheroes in cardigans are when these groups come for us. And these groups are sometimes winning. Libraries are being closed completely or having their boards taken over by people who make it clear they literally hate us, people are leaving not just jobs but the whole profession, even universities are trying to close down their libraries to save money (yes, you read that right). It hurts being called a groomer or being accused of having an insidious agenda to corrupt children and destroy the very same society you got into this job to save, and that’s the baseline of the abuse right now: people are being specifically targeted for harassment, which has cost people their jobs or caused them to quit or move to other towns, people are being threatened and followed outside of work, and we all already had such burnout from the past 10-15 years plus the pandemic that so many of us have no more ability to ride it out; people’s mental and physical health are suffering, and we’re all having crises of faith in our jobs, in our communities, in humanity.

This sounds dramatic but I am not at all exaggerating. We can benefit so much from your kindness and appreciation. But we also need you to step up for us.

Go to board meetings, town halls, and PTA meetings, in-person or virtually (you can often submit comments in advance), even if you aren’t a parent (because a lot of our opposition aren’t either, and this is your community too). Get on your library’s website and find out who to contact and how. You have so much more clout than we do over our jobs. Write letters to the editor of your local paper or local news websites. If you see people going after the library on social media (the library’s or their own), get in there and push back. Call or write your reps and tell them you’re concerned. If your local library isn’t having issues, stay vigilant and nip any potential ones in the bud, and consider lending your voice to the aid of nearby libraries that are (although stay relatively local or your voice has less impact). If someone is organizing a protest at the library or a board meeting, show up and counter-protest. Make it clear that this is your library too, and you resent someone trying to take it or the services it provides from you. Be clear that you are, in fact, the good guys and are in the majority.

I’m begging you. I know we’re all so spent from the last few years, but you have more power in this than your librarians do. Give us just an afternoon of your time toward protecting us and it will pay such huge dividends.

Lovely people of tumblr, if I may speak with my librarian hat* on for a moment:

If you are in the US, you may be aware that librarians are Going Through It because some malicious people believe in fascism and have decided to make that our problem. Whether you are in the US or not, there is something you can do to help your local librarians out:**

Say something nice to us.

You can post on social media and tag your library, you can find the library’s main phone number and call, you can go in person, you can send a card (we display cards in our break room)! I guarantee you that you will make the day of the person you talk to, we will immediately go tell all our colleagues how lovely you were, and you will help us live to love and fight another day.

*it is a fetching piece of millinery in purple silk

**I propose we make this an international group project. Whether your librarians are going through it or not, we all appreciate a kind word.

#librarians #libraries #library #public libraries #the librarians are not okay #please help #SOS #seriously #the fash are circling and we're scared

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h0tchner · 3 years ago

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Something More (Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader)

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: Written as a request for the loml, Abby! (@heliotropehotch!) "Could I have a hotch x reader request thats got a love confession- maybe a hurt comfort scene where the reader is maybe torn up about something like self deprecation or some cop makes an off-handed compliment and he cups her cheeks and wipes the tears away? Pretty please 🥺"

word count: 3.2k

includes: love confessions! hurt/comfort, protective!hotch, mutual pining!!!, kissing, a little teaser of sexytimes, work tension, BAU!reader, crying and other emotions, rude af deputies, fluff soooo much fluff

rating: 18+ (cursing, crude nicknames, suggestive sexual mentions, and brief explicit sexual content at the very end)

a/n: HELLO BESTIES! I hope you love this one! If you want a smutty part two, let me know. PLS (!!!!!) interact if you liked this fic; rb, comment, like and/or send me a request if you have ideas for future fics! i love y’all! - rivka💞

some pals tags: @arsonhotchner @laurensprentiss @mrsh0tchner @ssahotchie

“It’s time to give the profile,” Hotch announces.

Six words. One sentence. Zero hesitation.

“Go and gather everybody in the bullpen,” he directs Spencer, who nods and quietly exits the conference room to collect your team and the rest of the Sherrif’s department of this small, Wisconsin town.

You stand on the opposite side of the table from your boss, looking at him expectantly. Hotch meets your gaze. His tongue darts out from between his lips as he glares at you from beneath thick lashes. You wait for your instructions, but the instructions don’t come. Rather, you both stand there in a staring contest, unmoving.

You can’t help but feel bare under his scrutiny, but this feeling is nothing new. Every time Hotch looks at you, it feels as if every fibre of your being is on fire. It’s been this way since the very first day you started with the BAU, and, over time, the flame has only burned brighter.

You and Hotch have grown close over the two years you’ve been with the team: closer than he’s been with any of his other agents, even Rossi. It all started with one long night spent together in his office, sharing cold Chinese food, scribbling away at mountains of paperwork. It was then, sitting across the desk from him, laughing at his incredulous reaction when he dropped some Lo Mein on an After-Action Report, that you knew: you were in deep. From then on, your Chinese food office “dates” became a regular occurrence. And then, those regular occurrences transformed into other regular occurrences; to name a few: rides on the jet, side by side, sharing soft glances and tired smiles after hard cases… holding hands to comfort each other when emotionally vulnerable… and even bringing you your favourite coffee on mornings that you’ve needed an extra boost. All these little moments of kindness and care are what made you fall in love with him. You would cross the line from coworkers to more in a heartbeat if you knew for certain that he felt the same way about you. But you refuse to take a risk on losing what you currently have with Hotch for the chance at something more.

The way that Hotch looks at you now, tall and commanding, feels very much like something more… it’s incredibly intimate. He’s effectively stripped away all the layers of protection you’ve built up to do your job with one pointed glance. What you don’t know is that he too feeling the same way, and is toeing a line between being your boss, being your friend, and being your “something more.”

Hotch breathes out hard through his nose. You watch as he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he does. His jaw ticks. He shifts on his feet.

“I want you to sit this one out,” he says.

“Hotch?” You question, puzzled. Nothing about this day has prepared you for him to say that. You start racking your brain, trying to figure out why he would give you such a ridiculous order. Did you piss him off somehow? Did you play-flirt with Morgan too much in the car? Overlook an important lead? Did he not like the coffee you made him this morning?

Looking over at him, you swear he almost looks conflicted… but it doesn’t last.

“This is not up for debate. Do you understand me? You’re sitting this one out.” He repeats, steadfast.

“I don’t understand, what did I do wrong?” You ask more defensively this time, wishing he would give you more information. Something, anything besides the “SSA Aaron Hotchner” routine he was pulling on you now.

“I never said you did anything wrong.” Hotch moves forward a step, finally breaking eye contact, opting to gather files and loose papers into his arms.

“So, then what it is?” You cross your arms, stepping forwards as well, challenging him with your posture.

He doesn’t respond, nor does he look at you. Instead, he lumps more files into his arms before rounding the table, moving swiftly toward the door.

You have never, ever disobeyed one of his orders because his orders have always made sense… until now.

“Hotch,” you say sternly, your stubborn feet moving to stand between him and the exit before your logical brain can stop you.

He’s practically up against you, cornering you between his solid body and the old wooden door. His height dominates your shorter frame, and the heat coming off his body is positively criminal. Your heart flutters in your chest as he stares you down, calculating his next move.

“Out of my way, Agent Y/L/N.” He breathes out, tensing his jaw.

“Fine,” you stutter, “just tell me why and then I’ll let you go.” Your confidence wavers as you’re a little taken aback by his official use of your title and last name.

You’re hurt, confused… and he knows this. No matter how hard you’re putting on your tough-girl FBI face, Hotch can see right through it. He knows this order is unjustified, but he has his own reasons: reasons that he can’t get into. Not now.

Hotch lets his eyes dart to the side, past your head, not daring to look you in the eyes. He wills himself to be gentle.

“I can’t tell you, but I need you to trust me. Sit this one out.” He verbalizes, looking at you a little softer now. His face relaxes a little more into the Hotchner you’ve come to know: the one who calls his son every night to read a bedtime story, the one who grins every time you beat him in chess.

You two stand there a moment longer, your heart racing from the heat of the quarrel and your current proximity to your Unit Chief.

Hotch opens his mouth to say something else, but a knock on the door behind you stops him in his tracks. You step aside and he whips open the door; a very apologetic Spencer stands behind it.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Spencer says, clearing his throat awkwardly, “but everyone is ready in the bullpen.”

“Thank you,” Hotch nods, stepping forward to leave, but you grab a hold of his arm.

“Hotch,” you begin, not entirely sure what you want to say.

“Later,” he answers, finishing the unspoken thought.

With that, he’s out the door and you’re left alone with only stale coffee and a bunch of disorganized files to keep you company.

You close the door behind them with a sigh, letting yourself rest against it again, closing your eyes for a moment in defeat. Three days on this case. Three days of hard work, interviews, and research just to get benched in the end zone. You wish that you didn’t love Hotch, because maybe if you didn’t, it would be easier to disobey him. Opening your eyes again, you scan the quiet room. Then, something in front of you catches your eye and you get an idea.

On the table rests one of the precinct’s phones. It is all too easy to use the conference feature to listen in on one of the other phone lines: specifically, one in the bullpen.

You grin and rush over to the device, feeling a little bit sheepish for not listening to Hotch, but you push the buttons anyway, and bring the receiver up to your ear.

At first, all you hear is the shuffling of papers and muffled voices. You take a seat, leaning back in your chair like the cat who caught the canary. Several more moments pass of bureaucratic white noise, but then, someone speaks.

“Where’s the slutty one?” A male voice whispers.

“Oh, Agent Y/N? Probably on her knees somewhere waiting for her boss to come back.” A second male voice snickers back, matching the volume of the first.

You gasp, the phone slipping out of your hand, landing on the table with a loud thunk.

Scrambling, you grab it again, your other hand coming to rest over your open mouth.

“Don’t know why he wouldn’t let us use her as bait. This whole case could’ve been wrapped up and done by now if we just stuck her in a skimpy dress and shoved her out on the street.” One of them muses.

“Obviously because he’s sleeping with her.” The other mutters. “Agent Hotchner looked like he was going to take your head off when you asked him about it. Thought he was going to deck you for suggesting disguising her as a hooker to lure this guy out.”

“Yeah, he did. She looks like the victims, though. Bet she’s a whore like them too.”

“Deputies, we’re starting.” You hear a third voice pipe up. This time it’s one you recognize: it’s Hotch. “This is your final warning. I don’t want to hear another word out of you for the rest of the day. Not only is this wildly inappropriate, but it is insulting and vile. If I hear either of you speak about, look at, or interact with Agent Y/N, I will make sure you are both charged with harassment and fired from this department. Is that clear?”

With that, your eyes nearly pop out of your head. The deputies mumble something back, but you can’t hear over the sound of papers rustling.

Stunned, you set the phone back in its holder and force air into your lungs.

Waves of thoughts come crashing down on you. You have so many questions and so many answers and it’s all just… too much.

Suddenly, you know that you need to be anywhere but here.

You stand, shoving the chair aside and burst out of the conference room, fuming. You power-walk down the hall, and past the bullpen, focused on getting yourself outside and into the fresh air. Understandably, you don’t look up as you pass the profile briefing, so you don’t see Hotch’s brow furrow at the sight of you. You also don’t see him hand his papers to JJ, excuse himself, and race to follow you out the front door.

Once you’re outside in the parking lot, you look up at the cloudy, grey sky, and the tears start to fall. You feel guilty and angry; part of you wants to run away and cry, but the other part of you wants to walk straight up to those men and kick them straight in the dick. They not only called you vile names, but they also called the victims – those poor, dead women – the same. You sniffle, thinking about how Hotch stepped in and protected you, stood up for you.

Hotch… the thought of him makes you cry a little harder.

You start to pace around, kicking gravel as you went.

Were you that obvious? Was your crush so rampant that two low-level deputies in the middle of nowheresville picked up that easily on how you really felt about your boss?

“Fuck you two,” you curse under your breath to nobody as you choke back sobs. You kick a large piece of gravel as hard and as far as you can, but it doesn’t help.

“Are you okay?” A voice prods from behind you, gently, hesitantly, as if not to spook you. It’s a curt baritone, laced with concern. It’s Hotch.

“Hotch,” you breathe, turning to face him, furiously wiping tears away from your eyes.

“What happened?” He frowns, stepping closer to you, a comforting hand reaching forward to take yours.

Any other day you would grasp it contently, letting him console you. Today? All you can hear are the deputy’s comments. Sleeping with her. Whore. On her knees. You’re embarrassed and ashamed, so, you involuntarily step back.

“It’s nothing,” you put your hands up, looking down at your feet.

“Y/N,” Hotch says, his heart pounding in his chest.

You look back up, locking on his beautiful, angular face. You see every feature clouded in a haze of sorrow and concern.

You know you must swallow your pain and try to get it out. He wasn’t about to let you off easy.

“You… they… I…” you begin, but never finish your sentence. Instead, you start to cry again.

Wordlessly, Hotch moves to cup your face in his hands. They’re large and slightly calloused, encasing your cheeks as his thumbs gently swipe away the tears. His soft eyes search your watery ones; despite your better instinct, you bring your hands up to rest on his chest. You feel his breathing hitch. One of his hands moves from your face to cover your smaller hand against his chest. The two of you stay there, just like that, for another handful of heartbeats. You focus on his hands and how warm and safe they make you feel. Soon enough, you stop crying and gather the courage to speak.

“I heard them.” You whisper, not trusting yourself to say another word. You know that Hotch knows exactly who “them” is, and exactly what it is that you’ve heard.

His brow creases and his hand grips yours tighter. He cleans another tear off your cheek, and then lets that hand down to ball in a fist at his side.

“I’m going to kill them.” Hotch states, furious and heartbroken.

“Me first.” You sniffle.

Your boss sighs, giving you a heartfelt look. Leave it to you to make a joke at a time like this.

“I told them this morning that if I ever heard them say another thing about you, I was going to have their badges. I should’ve kicked them off this case hours ago.” He huffs, closing his eyes, letting his other hand, the one that was covering yours, drop down to his side.

You know this look all too well. You know he’s blaming himself.

“It’s not your fault,” you offer, smoothing your hands over his chest to settle on his upper arms. “Hotch, look at me.”

He doesn’t at first, but eventually, he opens his eyes. His hands open and close at his sides, as if he’s fighting them to be still.

“I’m sorry.” He breathes out. “For everything. For handling this how I did.”

“I’m not.” You chime in, feeling braver, calmer now that you’re here with him. Your comment earns a quizzical glance and a slight head tilt from Hotch, urging you to go on. “You stood up for me. You honoured me. You respected me. You protected me. You –“

With a fierce momentum, your next sentence is swallowed by Hotch’s lips pressing into yours. His hands come up to rest on your hips, and then circle around your waist to pull you closer. He’s warm and soft and intense; you whimper into the kiss, moving your hands to rest on the back of his neck and card in his hair. The kiss is over far too soon for your liking, both of you needing to pull back and inhale.

Hotch looks at you with heavy eyes, hands gripping your hips. He smells like coffee and pine, with a hint of something spicier. Everything about him is overwhelming yet grounding.

“Finally,” you whisper, hands clasped around his neck. “It’s about damn time.”

“It is,” is all he musters, still dazed by the audacity of his own actions.

“Aaron?” You lick your lips, feeling his hands squeeze you tight at your use of his first name.

“Yeah?” He can’t help but start to smile, showing off his adorable dimples and crinkled lines around his eyes.

“I love you; do you know that?” You say in earnest.

Aaron giggles, giggles at your confession, and then attacks your lips again, making you yelp at the surprise. His lips detach from yours only to pepper kisses on your tear-stained cheeks, jaw, and forehead.

“I love you too,” he breathes out, giddier than you’ve ever seen him. He looks like a kid in a candy shop, and it makes your heart leap into your throat.

Just then, a car beeps on the road, startling you two. You’re suddenly reminded where you are, and why you’re here. The thought of having to go back inside makes you groan, and you bury your head into his chest for a moment. He hums into your hair, planting a kiss on the top of your head.

Reluctantly, you pull yourself off his chest to look up at him.

“Forget about them,” you say, “go finish giving the profile so we can close this case and get the hell out of this town so you can take me home and show me how much you love me.” You smile at him, pulling him in for another, lighter kiss.

He grins against your lips, meeting you for another smooch.

“Yes ma’am,” Hotch replies, giving you a kiss on the tip of your nose.

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Three months later, you and Aaron are coming down from your highs, sweaty and blissed-out after an amazing lovemaking session. After the team wrapped up the case and made it back to Virginia in one piece, you and Hotch went out to dinner the next night. He took you to dine in at the Chinese restaurant that you both usually ordered from on those nights you both spent pining and yearning in his office. It was… perfect. He was perfect. Just as your friendship had blossomed, so did your relationship. One date led to another, one gesture turned into more, and you and Aaron settled into life as a couple with ease. You hadn’t brought up the incident with the deputies since it had happened the afternoon that Hotch had followed you out to the parking lot to wipe away your tears.

Now, as you lay in his arms, wrapped in his strong, loving, embrace, your mind wanders back to their words. However, you don’t feel animosity toward them, rather it makes you giggle.

“What’s so funny hot stuff?” Aaron cracks open an eye and smiles down at you. One arm is tucked underneath his head, and the other is tracing patterns on the bare skin of your shoulder.

“Oh, just that case we had in Wisconsin a few months back.” You nuzzle deeper into his chest with another laugh.

Hotch frowns, recalling the memory, thinking about the way those awful men spoke about you.

“How is that funny?” He asks, hesitantly.

“They called me a whore.” You say nonchalantly, peering innocently into his amber eyes. You bring your palm up to swipe across his cheek softly, feeling the light stubble of his jaw underneath your fingertips.

Both of his eyes are open now, and his hand motions cease their patterns on your skin. He’s confused, and the face he’s giving you is downright adorable. It makes you giggle again.

You detach yourself from his grasp and sit yourself up, carefully shimmying down the bed. Aaron’s eyes never leave you.

You nestle yourself between his legs and look up at him with a smirk.

“They were partially right.” You offer, studying the small changes in his face, watching as his eyes glaze over with lust for the second time that night.

“I am a whore.” You pout suggestively and flutter your eyelashes. “A whore for you, Hotch.”

He shakes his head at you in amusement and chuckles, but it quickly turns into a deep, throaty moan as you wrap your lips around the tip of him.

As you start to bob your head on his already hardening length, you think to yourself: as much as I hate to say it... someone should really give those two deputies a raise.

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years ago

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Of Jealousy and Friendship - Epilogue

*** Back due to popular demand, here is a little epilogue for what happened at school the next day after pt. 2 Enjoy! - B***

Summary: MC makes a lower demon friend who may secretly be hoping for something more than friendship. The Demon Bros are not about to let this happen.

TW: Discussions about scenting and non-consensual physical contact. PART ONE, PART TWO

The next day of school was...interesting to say the least. For starters, the brothers refused to leave your side. There was one of them lingering near you at all times. Some of them had the decency to try and be subtle. Satan would just happen to be studying in the same room as you, or Belphie was napping and was wondering if you could keep an eye on his things while he did. But then there were the others who were more than obvious. Mammon and Asmodeus both had to pried off of your arms by Lucifer to get them to actually go to their own classes. Leviathan, despite usually doing his classes at home in his room, actually attended school that day and insisted that he needed your help finding a few rooms here and there. The normally sweet and friendly Beel was glaring at any lower demon that so much as looked in your direction. And boy did they look. The moment you took a step into a classroom, you could see a number of lower demons flinch back at the combined strong sent of seven of the most powerful demons in the Devildom. Everywhere you went, whispers seemed to follow you. There were undoubtedly rumours about what you might have done in order to trick the brothers into favouring you; though you never heard any of them since no one dared to come within a ten-foot radius of you.

This bothered you a little at first. Being the center of attention, especially this kind of attention, was never fun to anybody. But by the end of the day, rather than being disheartened by it, you were just exhausted. Finally, the last class of the day had arrived; the one you had been dreading since the moment your alarm went off that morning - Magical Potions.

Beel shifted from foot to foot as the two of you lingered in the entrance. "Do you really have to go to this class? You could just skip and come get some snacks with me instead." You smiled sympathetically at Beel and patted his shoulder. "Sorry, Beel. Diavolo expects good things from his exchange students. I need to keep my grades high, or who knows what Lucifer will do as punishment." The redhead pouted. "Lucifer would understand, I think. All things considered." You snorted and began to walk into the classroom. "Go to your own class, Beel. You can come to get me afterwards, and walk me home with Mammon if you really want."

Beelzebub mumbled to himself, before turning and finally walking off. You entered the class, ignoring the few gasps and gaping stares that you got as you walked through the room, and took your seat. You had been setting up for another class of note-taking when the door opened once more. Standing in the doorway, staring at you with wide eyes, was Cane. The moment your eyes met, the shocked expression on his face instantly dissipated and he flashed you a charming smile. You could feel a bubble of annoyance and anger begin to rise within you. The cocky demon swaggered over and plopped down into his seat beside you. "Hey, there Dare Devil. You didn't get in too much trouble last night with the big bad Avatars did you?" as he spoke he draped an arm on the back of your chair.

You eyed his exposed wrist and pushed his arm off of your chair. It seemed not even the obvious scenting that was supposed to tell him to back off would get him to take a hint. "No, I didn't. Though they did tell me a few interesting things last night." Cane chuckled and leaned into his palm as he smirked at you. "I'm assuming it has something to do with the reason why you smell like hell-incarnate?"

You scoffed and narrowed your eyes at him. "I'm sure you'd rather I smell like you. Considering you apparently did your best to make that happen yesterday." Cane tensed for a moment, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head. Eventually, his expression fell into one of confusion as he frowned at you. "Are you talking about how I scented you? MC, do you really think I would do something like that without a good reason?" The frustration in you began to grow and grow inside you; somewhere across the school grounds, Satan sneezed. You weren't in the mood to have this talk now, and very much wished that your professor would hurry up and start the god damn class already. "I don't know you Cane. How am I supposed to know whether or not that's something you would do?" That stupid smug look on his face returned once more and you had to resist the urge to slap it off of him. "You seemed to know me well enough to go out with me yesterday. You didn't seem worried about whether or not I was too much of a stranger when we were dancing at the club and walking downtown late at night, where anything could've happened to a small little human like you," he chuckled as your face scrunched up in annoyance and leaned back into his chair. "I didn't scent you for any perverted reasons. I did it to keep you safe while we were out. I knew if you had my scent on you, you'd be less likely to get attacked, and I was right," he sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. "Admittedly, I should've asked first, and that's on me. But I really just wanted to make sure that my new friend didn't get hurt." He was lying. He had to be. If that asshole seriously thought you were stupid enough to buy that lame excuse, he was extremely wrong. You opened your mouth to tell him as much but were interrupted by a familiar deep voice clearing their throat behind you. "That is the worse excuse I've ever heard, and I live with Mammon." Cane stiffened in front of you before he looked up to meet the glaring eyes of Lucifer, and smiled. "Lord Lucifer, I'm afraid I don't know what you mean. I would never lie, especially not to a friend like MC." The classroom seemed to be on the edge of their seats as everyone quickly picked up on the showdown that was happening right in front of them. One lower demon of gluttony even pulled out a bag of popcorn. Lucifer tsked and crossed his arms over his chest. "Do not insult mine and MC's intelligence like that. Sure scenting can be helpful to ward off other demons, but only if the scent is associated with a more powerful demon. Nobody would blink an eye at anything coated in your weak, disgusting scent." Cane scoffed and tilted his head. "Evidently you did last night. Don't think I didn't notice you and your brother's reactions." This gained a few gasps from your classmates. No one could believe that someone, that wasn't his brothers, was actually trying to stand up against Lucifer. The idea itself was insane. Even seeing it in front of their own eyes, most could hardly believe it, yourself included. Lucifer maintained his indifferent expression and raised an eyebrow at Cane. "You mistook our irritation and disbelief that someone would be so stupid as to even attempt scenting our charge for being even the slightest bit phased by you," he took a step closer to Cane, bending down to be eye level with him. "You should consider yourself lucky it was Asmodeus and myself that got to the two of you first. Should it have been one of my more reckless brothers, you would've been nothing but a pile of ribbons in our driveway," Lucifer's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as Cane gulped and took a step back. The Morningstar grinned dangerously. "MC is our charge. They are our family and our responsibility. Unlike you, we actually got their permission to be scented and bonded to them last night; meaning my brothers are more protective than ever. I would never stoop so low as to waste my energy on a pitiful excuse for a demon-like yourself. But I know for a fact, that Beelzebub eats demons like you as a snack on

days when he is particularly famished. Satan occasionally brings one home for his latest experiments. Belphegor has torn through an entire percentage of them when he hasn't gotten enough sleep. Asmodeus is surprisingly prone to temper tantrums and fits of jealousy. Leviathan drowns anyone that disrespects the things that he loves. And Mammon doesn't take too kindly to people touching things that he considers his." Cane's hands balled into fists, but even then, the tremble in them was still glaringly obvious. Lucifer remained unphased and unmoved by the reactions he was pulling from his victim; though anyone could sense the air of utter glee that was exuding off of him. "If I were you, Cane, I would sleep with one eye open." The teacher finally walked in and raised an eyebrow at the scene in front of them. "Lord Lucifer, is there a reason you are harassing my student?" Cane whimpered as Lucifer smirked at him before standing straight and turning to the teacher. "Not at all, professor. I am actually here to inform you that MC will no longer be enrolled in this class." You whipped your head up to look at him as he placed a hand on your shoulder. "The student council has realized it would be a much better decision to have the exchange students more knowledgable to the ways and customs of demons during their visit here, so MC will be enrolled in Devildom Culture Studies instead. We wouldn't want someone to take advantage of them just because they were taught our ways, now would we?" The last line was spoken coldly and pointedly as though to drive in his threats to Cane. The teacher sighed but seemed to know that there was no point arguing and instructed you to gather your things. You did so happily and quickly. As you left the classroom and walked through your halls with Lucifer, you bumped him gently with your hip. "Thanks, Lucifer. You really are the best." His chest puffed up the slightest bit in pride as he continued walking forward with his hand still on your shoulder. "There is nothing to thank me for MC. I was just doing my duty as Vice-President of the student council to ensure that the exchange students are happy and safe." But even as he said the words, you knew that wasn't the case. You were MC. The human that wormed their way into the hearts of the seven strongest demons in the Devildom. For that reason alone, you were untouchable to all others, and Lucifer and his brothers would ensure that for as long as they breathed. And whoever disagreed would have to be ready to face the consequences.

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hanoella · 3 years ago

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Deserving

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x healer!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: When someone bad mouths Bucky in your presence, you set things straight.

Warnings: Angst, but with happy ending, and one vaguely 18+ insult? I'm new.

Speaking of- @wkemeup has inspired me to post my writing for the first time! For their 9k writing challenge, I used this prompt:

"Character A is the target of harassment on the street. Shamed, they pretend it doesn’t bother them. Until it happens in the presence of Character B, who reigns hell on whoever dared to upset [A]"

Enjoy!

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Bucky was used to the whispers he got from people the street when he passed by them.

“Is that-?”

“Don’t make eye contact, he’s dangerous.”

“They just let him walk around like he hasn’t killed a bunch of people?”

His enhanced hearing picked up more than he wished it did. He liked to believe it didn’t bother him but deep down it did. It was just one more reason to stay secluded. Isolated. Alone. And he had been successfully doing that.

Until you came along.

Having been the test subject of a super serum version that focused on health and regeneration, you used your healing powers to help the Avengers get back to world-saving shape. Bucky hadn’t been keen on anyone touching him, much less someone he didn’t know. Despite his best efforts, he had caved in when you noticed he was having a bad day with his shoulder and offered to help. Since then, your companionship has been like a guilty pleasure.

You had this way of making him feel like he was the most important person in the world to you. Regardless of what he thought was evident, you only seemed to notice the good in him, even when he protested.

“There’s nothing I can do to right the wrongs that I’ve committed. Redemption isn’t possible. I don’t deserve-”

“Stop.” You said, cutting him off. “You are amazing. You have been through everything that you’ve been through and you still give back to the world. You fight for a world that made you this way, a world that gives you nothing back and yet you fight. It’s the world that doesn’t deserve you.”

Bucky swallowed hard. Looking at you in your eyes, he saw no dishonesty. Only pure admiration.

After that, there was no hope of him being alone. You cracked open his shell slowly but surely and now Bucky couldn’t imagine life without you.

Which led him to his current predicament.

“Come on, please? It’ll be so good and only a few blocks away. I know tapioca sounds gross, but you’ll love it!”

Bucky didn’t know what bubble tea was but apparently it was worth begging him for the past 20 minutes while you worked on his shoulder. Your hands emitted a warm white light as you gently massaged his shoulder. The direct contact wasn’t necessary but Bucky hadn’t complained when you started doing it and it’s become routine every since.

“I don’t know. I know I’m old but I don’t have to resort to tapioca yet.”

Bucky let a moment pass before his lip twitched up into a smile. You feigned annoyance as you cut off the healing and placed your hands on his shoulders.

“How about you go with me and I won’t bill the heck out of you for my magical five-star massages.” You say as you squeeze his shoulders.

“Okay okay, fine.”

Bucky put his hands up in defeat as he got up from the couch he was sitting on and turned to face you.

You swallowed as you let your eyes drift across his chest before you grabbed his shirt from off the back of the couch and tossed it to him.

“Alright! I’m so excited!”

Bucky listened to you chatter on about the different flavors he could try while he put on his shirt. Sometimes, he couldn’t believe he actually had a friend besides Steve. Sure, it helped that you had been Steve’s friend first. But there was something about you having grown closer to him that made him feel special. Never did Bucky think there would be a time that he’d be jealous over a girl that Steve was friends with rather than the other way around. Times were certainly different.

“You coming?”

Bucky broke away from his thoughts and made his way towards the doorway that you were standing in.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

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Yeah, he knew this was a bad idea.

As soon as you two had left Stark Tower, the whispers started. While the café was only two blocks away, you noticed something was off a block into the trip.

“You alright?” You asked as you tried to decipher his facial expression.

“Yeah. Fine.”

You looked at him skeptically and then shifted your eyes to follow his, glancing around you. You slowly nodded in understanding as you looked at the people around you who were trying not to draw attention to themselves.

“Okay. We can talk about it later.”

Bucky was thankful that most people talked quietly enough so that you couldn’t hear what they were saying.

Keyword: Most.

You two arrived at the café, where it was slightly crowded. It was a warm afternoon, the perfect time to get a cool drink. Before heading inside, you gently placed your hand on his arm for a moment to reassure him.

“If you want, we could look at the menu out here and then I’ll go inside to order it.”

Bucky shifted his weight slightly from one side to the other as he contemplated it.

“Nah. We can go in together.”

“Okay.” you said, gently smiling to hopefully reassure him.

You both enter the building and make your way to stand in line. Bucky looked around at the seating areas. It reminded him of a Starbucks but with a more pastel color scheme. You looked at him and he raised an eyebrow in response. You smiled, happy that he was with you. Bucky’s heart skipped a beat and he smiled back.

That’s when you hear it.

“Is that that Hydra goon? Hey, go back to Siberia you brainwashed Hydra dog!”

You spun around violently the same time Bucky did with an incredulous look on your face, making eye contact with the college aged boy further back in line who was currently sniggering with his friends.

You stalked over to them before speaking in a low even tone.

“Sergeant Barnes has done more for the world than you could ever dream of doing. Apologize.”

You had let the venom creep into your voice, shouting the last word and silencing the rest of the line. Bucky walked up to you and put a hand on your shoulder, trying to turn your attention to him.

“C’mon. It’s not worth it.”

You let out a slow harsh exhale from your nose but didn’t move. The man only sneered.

“Why don’t you scurry along. I don’t care if you’re where he sticks his-”

The next thing Bucky registered was a nasty sounding crack as your fist connected with the jerk’s cheekbone. A round of gasps came from the surrounding crowd as he fell on the floor, completely dazed. You let out a pained grunt as you bent over, holding your hand while trying to cover the white light that started coming over your hand where the skin had bust open and something had definitely cracked.

“Okay, time to go.” Bucky said as he made an executive decision to get you two the heck out of there before anybody could react further. He put his hand on your back and quickly guided you out of the store, walking until you were out of the vicinity and almost back to the tower. You could tell that Bucky was not happy with you since he hadn’t said anything the whole way back. You entered the building and then stood silently in the elevator as it made its way up, refusing to meet his eye.

The elevator dinged as it opened up on the team’s dorm floor. You both walked quickly trying to avoid other people unsuccessfully as Sam stepped out into the hallway from the gym.

“Hey you two, what’re you… What happened to you?” He asked with a furrowed brow, nodding his head towards your hand as you walked past. Bucky and you answered at the same time.

“Nothing-”

“None of your business Sam-”

You gave Bucky a look and started chastising him.

“Hey, don’t be mean to him just because-”

“Keep. Walking.” He said through clenched teeth.

You rolled you eyes and shrugged apologetically at Sam as Bucky punched in the code to your apartment and swung the door open. He nudged you inside and then followed, shutting the door forcefully behind him.

Sam looked down the hall for a moment longer before shrugging it off. Natasha popped her head out into the hallway from the gym.

“What’s all the commotion?”

“Not sure. I think Mr. Tall, Dark and Metal left a few brain cells behind in the pod the last time he was frozen.”

Natasha snorted and then turned back into the gym.

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Bucky closed the door behind him and then swung his arms out in confusion, giving you the same look of disbelief that he gives Yori when he starts a fight with his neighbors. You gave him the same look back, as if he was crazy for questioning your actions.

“What was that?” He finally asked.

“That guy was crazy! How could I not say something to him?”

“You didn’t have to hit him and hurt yourself! People say stuff like that all the time, you just have to ignore it and move on with your day.”

You stayed silent for a moment, averting your gaze and holding your injured hand that was gently glowing. Bucky gently let out his breath. He closed the distance between you and put his hand under yours to help you support it. His other hand grasped your forearm, gently moving over your smooth skin. He glanced down and watched as the inflammation went away and a bone shifted back into place under your skin.

“Please,” He whispered, his hold on you tightening ever so slightly. “It’s not worth all the trouble. It’s not worth you getting hurt.”

“No.”

Bucky snapped his head back up to see you calm and determined. Speaking again, you look into his eyes.

“It is worth it.”

He blinked twice, not having expected that answer.

“Why?”

“Because if I had let him say what he was going to say. Then to me, it would be validating anyone who has ever said anything like that about you. I can’t let you believe that any of that is true.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“But you do.” You cried out, slipping your newly healed hand out of his grasp and stepping away.

“I can see it in your actions, Bucky. I see it when you deny yourself anything that would make you happy. I see it when you try to hide yourself from the world. I see it when you look at me.” You spoke, voice wavering with the last sentence, averting your gaze again. Bucky stood silent as you continued.

“I see a deep sadness in your eyes. I can feel it in your soul when I heal your shoulder. Or when you touch my hand to see if I’ve fallen asleep. I can feel it emanating off of you. But I know for a fact that you deserve to be happy. You deserve to rest and to be happy. How many times have you fought a fight that wasn’t yours because it was the right thing to do? And don’t say it was to redeem yourself because I know it’s more than that. You are a good man, James. You don’t need to prove anything to anyone. But if you need to prove it to yourself than just take a look at me.”

You gently hold his face and guide it so that he’s looking at you. He’s surprised to find your eyes full of tears, threatening to spill over.

“When you look into my eyes, there is nothing but love and admiration for you. When you touch me, I feel the warmth you leave on my skin. When you hear me speak, you should be able to tell from what I say that I genuinely think you deserve the world. When you are hurting, the only thing I feel is your anguish. It kills me, to see you punish yourself so undeservedly.”

You were whispering now, looking up at him. Bucky’s eyes were watering as well, his jaw clenched in an attempt to hold back his emotions. With your hands still gently caressing his cheeks he slowly lowered his head so that his forehead was resting on yours, swallowing hard.

Bucky lifted his head slightly so that he could look at you and he saw nothing but love. Your eyelashes were wet and shimmering from tears you shed for him. Your cheeks were flushed from the overwhelming feeling that you had for him. He looked into the depths of your eyes and saw only his future with you. Finally, his gaze settles on your lips, soft and supple.

“Please,” you begged. “Please do not ask me to stand idly by as the world tears you apart. You are worth more to me than anything else in it.”

Slowly, his hands touch your waist and slide back until he’s holding you against him. Closing the gap between you, you kiss.

Nothing more in this world could assure him of your love. For once, he believes it.

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beccascribbles · 4 years ago

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omg I LOVEDDD your manager omegaverse fic, 100000/10 (also an atsumu simp so loved that for me) I was wondering if you could maybe do a similar one with Semi (he does not get enough love) whose mate goes into heat but goes to a different school and he goes to pick her up to take care of her with maybe a dash of harassment from a stranger and he goes sicko mode >< although I understand if this is too similar to the last prompt! anyways, love your writing sm

a/n - ahrgjfofh i’m glad you liked it!! honestly had so much fun writing it mainly because of how much i like the omegaverse dynamic (kind of one of my favourite things to read) and inarizaki. not too similar at all! hope you enjoy (and that you don’t mind i made her a manager for karasuno!)

warnings - harassment (unwanted touching)

Sometimes you were jealous of the couples you would see on your walk to school. While you acknowledged that your situation wasn't the worst (you still lived in the same prefecture), most of the time you felt your relationship was long-distance. It was rare to see Semi during the week, both of your after school times being taken up by volleyball, him as a player and you as a manager. There was the occasional late night meet up, though these were rare (and had not happened recently) as you often fell into a deep sleep as soon as your head touched the pillows on your bed. You looked down at your lock screen, a grin pulling at your lips as Semi's face stared back at you. He was leant against the foot of your bed, his guitar resting in his lap, a notebook open in front of him. The love in his eyes was clear, and it made your heart clench. You missed him, craved his scent, the feel of his arms wrapped around you, more desperately than you ever had before.

"y/n!" yelled a voice, snapping you from your thoughts. You turned to see Sugawara barrelling towards you, his bag hanging loosely from one shoulder. "Wait up. We can walk in together."

You stopped, allowing your friend to catch up. Sugawara grinned over at you, taking note of the distinct purple jacket you were wearing over your uniform. He gave you a playful nudge. “I’d take that off before Kageyama or Hinata see you. They’ll throw a fit, call you a traitor.”

In response, you simply shrugged, wrapping your arms around yourself and inhaling deeply. Semi’s scent was faint, almost non-existent. Sugawara’s scent was more prominent, making a small frown form on your face. It wasn’t that Sugawara didn’t smell nice. In fact, his scent was one of your favourites, calming you when Semi wasn’t present to do so. But Sugawara wasn’t Semi. He wasn’t your mate.

“Hey, earth to y/n!” yelled Sugawara, waving his hand in front of your face. This effectively snapped you from your thoughts, and you shot him a glare.

“What was that for?” you hissed, a low growl escaping from your lips. Looking rather sheepish at your sudden anger, Sugawara avoided your gaze, preferring to gaze at the approaching school gates. Briefly, he considered using his pheromones to soothe you, but something about your glare told him it wouldn’t be appreciated, that the only scent that could do anything was your mate’s.

“You were ignoring me,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his head, eyes frantically searching for a familiar face that might help diffuse the situation. He perked up, waving his arm in the air and calling out, “Daichi! Asahi! Shimizu!”

The group near the front of the school building stopped, turning around and raising their hands to acknowledge his greeting. Sugawara jogged forward, slinging his arm over Asahi’s shoulder. He murmured something to the group, likely a warning, and jerked his head in your direction. Kiyoko seemed to understand the fastest, being an omega herself, and headed towards you, her approach calm.

“Are you feeling okay, y/n?” she greeted, voice gentle and soothing. Her scent was also soft, washing over you pleasantly, easing your tension. You felt yourself relax, and a soft whimper escaped you.

“No,” you breathed, stepping forward and resting your head against her shoulder. Tears pooled in the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill as the longing for Semi hit you again. “I hate it. I just want to be near him. It’s so unfair.”

She reached up, giving your back a reassuring rub as she felt tears dampen her shirt. You let out a sob, your scent souring. A small hiccup escaped your lips and you sniffled, pulling away. Kiyoko held out a tissue for you, her next words a comfort. “Skip practice tonight. Go and see Semi. We can manage without you and I’ll tell you anything important that you miss. The coaches will understand.”

You nodded, a smile brightening your features as you wrapped your arms around her shoulders and pulled her into a tight hug. “Thank you, Kiyoko.”

Despite knowing you were going to see Semi later, the longing you felt, the desire for him, didn’t decrease. As the day dragged on, it got worse, your pheromones spiking at random intervals as if trying to call him to you. Your attempts to dampen your scent were increasingly weakening, to the point where a teacher asked you to meet them outside.

You rose from your desk shakily, legs wobbling. Beads of sweat formed at your forehead, and you swiped it away dismissively. You tugged at your collar, feeling suffocated. The teacher held the door open for you, giving you a concerned look before following you out into the hallway.

“l/n,” she began calmly, “when is your next heat cycle?”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to recall the information. It had been a long time since the date had any significant meaning to you. You glanced at the teacher, quietly asking for permission to check your phone. She nodded in response, watching as your eyes widened and you breathed out a quiet, “Shit.”

The teacher’s assumption had been correct, and she could hardly berate you for swearing when the most important thing was to remove you to a safe place. She instructed, “I’ll go into the classroom and collect your things. Do you need my help to go to the medical room or will you be able to go there yourself?”

“It’s only down the hall so I should be fine,” you replied. Your heat had not fully started yet, your head still clear enough to enable you to make decisions, though you were slowly losing the ability to reign your scent in. It filled the hallway, causing the teacher’s nose to wrinkle. She quickly disappeared into the classroom, returning with your things.

“Call someone who can help you on your way there,” she commanded before stepping back into the classroom.

Hands shaking, you clicked on Semi’s contact, immediately pressing down on the call button. He was the only one you wanted to see now. Even if he was in class, you knew he would answer. He would understand it was an emergency. It was an unspoken rule to never call during the school day unless that was the case. The phone rang.

“y/n?” came Semi’s voice through the phone, rich and deep, “are you okay?”

“Eita...” you whimpered, leaning back against the wall, fingers convulsing around the phone. “Eita, I need you.”

“What happened?” he demanded. You sounded desperate, like the only thing you truly desired was him.

“I’m going into heat.”

He froze then, letting out a breath. It had slipped his mind that it was time for your next heat, evidently having slipped from yours too. Dread filled him at the thought of you, alone and defenceless. Anything could happen. His voice was tight when he spoke again. “Where are you? Please tell me you’re going somewhere safe.”

“I’m in the hallway,” you sighed. He let out a low growl at your words, not directed towards you but whoever might come across you. “I’m going to the medical room now.”

“Good,” he said. Through the phone, you could hear him running down the corridor. “I’ll see you there.”

The phone went silent, and you slumped against the wall, a pout on your face. He could have at least said goodbye. Hanging up so abruptly, though the meaning behind it was clear, still made you feel unwanted. The irrational part of your mind insisted that he didn’t want you, and you let out a pitiful whine, beginning to shuffle down the corridor. A tear dribbled down your cheek and you wiped it away angrily. The rational part of your brain knew you were being ridiculous, that Semi had hung up so abruptly to get to you quicker. You reached for the jacket you had folded up and placed in your bag, burying your face in the material and sucking in a deep breath. His scent was faint, but in your heightened state, it smelt more prominent than it had in weeks.

After a few more deep lungfuls of air, you began to shuffle down the corridor towards the medical room. A sudden pungent scent caused you to snap to attention, head jerking to the side as your eyes fell on a young alpha hovering in a doorway. Their body was tense, their gaze fixed on you. You froze under the attention, attempting fruitlessly to reign your scent back in. The alpha’s nostrils flared and they took a step forward, eyes shining with desire. Your whole body went tense, dread creeping up your spine. As you took a hurried step back, you felt your legs buckle, barely managing to catch yourself on the wall.

The alpha lunged forward, hands hitting the wall either side of your head as they leaned in, taking in a deep breath. They leaned forward, letting out a low growl as their nose traced the scent gland at your neck. You stayed still, breathing shallow, as their face buried into your neck, hoping that if you remained still they would lose interest. It was foolish of you to entertain this idea, knowing that the scent of an omega in heat was intoxicating, made weak and young alpha’s lose all sense of reason.

“Please,” you whimpered, hands going up to press against their chest, attempting to push them away from you. They simply growled, pushing closer to you, one hand bracing the wall while the other wrapped around your waist, fingers digging into skin. “Please let me go.”

It was pathetic, the way your heat made you weak. What was more pathetic was the way something as simple as an omega’s scent could make an alpha lose all sense of reason. As the alpha released their pheromones, the scent weakening you, making you dizzy, all you could do was whimper.

“Eita,” you whined, voice high-pitched and breathy. The desperation was clear in your voice, clearer by the way you weakly struggled against them. Your leg kicked out, landing a feeble strike to their shin. Still, they didn’t pull away. “Help me.”

It was those two words that filled Semi’s ears as he rounded the corner, slightly out of breath and panting from his run to Karasuno. The first thing that hit him was your scent, the second that of the alpha who had found you. He scanned the corridor for you, eyes immediately falling on your cowering figure. You pleaded helplessly with the alpha in front of you. The alpha wasn’t listening, ignoring the slight sourness to your scent, the wretched edge to your voice.

Semi’s lips curled upward, baring his teeth as a growl ripped from deep within him, the sound loud and threatening. His pheromones exploded outward, launching through the air and assaulting the younger alpha’s senses, causing them to release a choked groan. The other alpha’s head turned towards him, fighting against the more powerful alpha’s scent and growling in return.

“I found her first,” they declared. To punctuate their point, they placed a kiss to the scent gland in your neck, their teeth grazing the sensitive sink. You flinched away, fixing Semi with a helpless look, your whole body shaking with despair and disgust. Another alpha had dared to touch you in such an intimate way. The act was audacious, ignorant to the way you’d called for another alpha and the intimidating presence of that other alpha at the end of the hallway. It was this act that caused Semi to snap, his whole world focusing in on one point. It was the alpha in front of him.

He lunged forward, tackling them to the floor as his hands wrapped around the other alpha’s neck and his legs pinned the other alpha to the floor, keeping their arms trapped. He pressed his weight down on their wrists, a satisfied smirk overtaking his face at the slight cracking sound. As his hands tightened around their neck, the smirk widened, finding a sadistic delight in the choked grunt that escaped the young alpha’s mouth.

“Stay the fuck away from my mate,” he growled, shaking their limp body slightly. “You fucking piece of shit.”

Their mouth opened uselessly, attempting to speak even as they struggled to draw breath. Semi lifted their head up, slamming it back down on the floor with a loud thump. His voice was sharp as he spat, “Keep your fucking mouth shut. I don’t want to hear a word from your filthy mouth, you pathetic excuse for an alpha.”

He finally released the alpha, his hands imprinted on their neck in a ring of red. He stood up, leering over the alpha. “Get the fuck out of my sight.”

They scrambled upwards, taking off down the corridor, their scent reeking of the bitter tang of fear. Semi didn’t spare them another glance, immediately crossing the distance between you and pulling you into his arms, pressing your head to the scent gland in his neck as he brushed his wrist up and down your body. You pressed yourself firmer against him, arms wrapping around his slender waist to hold him tighter. He felt tears dampen his skin, letting out another low growl.

"Fucking piece of shit," he grumbled, holding you closer. His hands slid down to rest at the top of your thighs and the slight squeeze he gave them communicated what he intended. Semi lifted you up, your legs locking around his waist and arms around his neck. A distressed whine escaped your lips as you nuzzled in closer, taking comfort in his scent. "It's okay, y/n. I've got you."

He wanted to berate you, anything to ease the tension that still locked his muscles together. He couldn't do that to you though. While you should have been aware of your heat, it was also his responsibility as your alpha to be aware of this information. He could hardly scold you for what had happened in the corridor. That was the fault of that other alpha. The very thought of it made his blood boil, and he pressed his nose into your hair, drawing in another deep breath of your scent. It reassured him that you were there, that you were safe.

"Want to go home with you," you mumbled, hot breath tickling the sensitive skin of his neck. He knelt awkwardly, keeping his balance as he picked up your bag from the floor, slinging the strap over his shoulder.

"Okay," he soothed, voice gentle as he strengthened his own scent to stiffle your own, hoping to avoid attracting any other foolish alphas. "I'll take you home."

"Don't leave me, Eita," you whimpered. "Need you."

"I would never leave you," he said, brushing a gentle kiss to the top of your head, thumb rubbing calming circles into your thigh. A pleased purr rumbled through your body at his words, and a satsified smile took over Semi's expression. "We'll be home soon, okay?"

"Okay."

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henqtic · 4 years ago

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𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦

pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary: Ever since the beginning of the year, Draco just needed someone to hold him.

word count: 1.0k

warnings: I’m pretty sure this qualifies as angst but there is a fluffy-ish ending, talks of bad mental health, talks of irregular eating patterns, use of the word ‘hell’ once, and I think that’s about it... please contact me if theres more!

authors note: I don’t really like this because I usually write pure fluff things but I decided to do something different so enjoy :) Also, the reader is in ravenclaw but it’s only mentioned to get to her dorm.

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The experience of sixth year varied for each student attending Hogwarts. For some it was stressful, the year of making choices of what you wanted to do when you graduated in two years. For others it was the time for teen romances, throwing parties and, first I love you’s.

Now if you happened to be from a family full of Slytherins, your experience was probably the complete opposite of those. It was the year those kids had a first hand experience of what their parents had been preaching for their whole lives.

The year that the realization hit that they’d never have that same luxury of being a normal sixteen year old or really- have a normal life at all. But that they were the spouses of people who were striving to kill any sort of happiness and that one day they were going to have to bear an identical mark to them.

For the Malfoy family heir, the year was in the simplest way, a personal living hell. Having to get branded by the dark lord at the ripe age of sixteen would take a toll on anyone's mental health.

Combined with the stress of having to fix a vanishing cabinet by the end of the year or your family would be hurt was not the most ideal life someone would want to be living.

He knew he deserved it to some extent. It was karma for the behavior he showed towards his peers in previous years. That fact still hadn’t made the ink on his left forearm burn any less, many times he’d be found in the second floor bathroom breaking down to Myrtle on the matter; not wanting to dump any of that on you, his girlfriend.

You were a kind person who came from a good family who tried their best to stay away from the dark arts.

It hurt him every time you would squeeze his hand at the dinner table after noticing him staring off into the distance, not even contributing to the conversation going on right in front of him. He’d give you his best fake smile and offer a kiss on the cheek as reassurance that he was okay.

But you weren’t a fool. It wasn’t that hard to notice how off he had been. The only time he’d eat is when you’d harass him, out of worry that he wasn’t getting food into his system at all.

The color had been draining from his face day by day and so was that boyish smile you had missed so much. And oddest of all, he’d never pick on Harry Potter and his group anymore, you could even say he avoided them, like he was scared.

You weren’t a pushy person, opting on having the person tell you when they felt comfortable enough to. But oh did it kill you to watch the gleam leave his eyes without a sliver of knowledge as to why.

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Today had been one of the hardest for Draco. He was on a week-long streak of getting nowhere with the cabinet. And now here he was roaming the halls of the castle trying his best to not let it all out right then and there.

The last time he slept in your dorm he gave you the excuse of just being clingy. It really wasn’t a lie, he was being the slightest bit clingy but the whole truth was that every time he’d sleep alone- or attempt to- he would be riddled with nightmares that were a challenge to get out of. And when he did get out of them, he didn’t want to take the risk of slipping back into them so he’d stay up the rest of the night.

Looking at the watch on his wrists he mumbled, “I’d probably get an hour or so in if I head to the dungeons now.” An exasperated sigh followed when his legs decided to take him on a different route.

The riddle was easy enough to answer but getting to your dorm was a different story. The heel of his pointed shoes constantly making noise against the hardwood floors of the Ravenclaw tower. But he was persistent on not taking them off as if walking around in socks was some barbaric thing.

He arrived at your prefect’s dorm, shoes in hand and a small pout. A small smile came onto his face when he saw a pair of his sweatpants accompanied with a t-shirt, all folded nice and tidy on the corner of your dresser.

You must've been waiting for him to come again.

He got dressed, making sure to not wake you up in the process and proceeded to slip under the warm blankets, Tenderly wrapping his arms around your body.

The minute he breathed in your familiar scent, the walls he had built up started crashing down. An involuntary cry tumbled past his lips, wetness falling onto his face. Was he seriously crying on his sleeping girlfriend?

“Draco... Is that you?” You questioned in an almost confused manor; the feeling of someone burying their head into the crook of your neck slowly pulling you out of your dream. Of course it was him. Who else would take the liberty to sneak into your bed at three in the morning? The sound of sniffles made your eyes widen.

“Oh Draco,” you cooed, turning your body to wipe his tears away; his face automatically burying itself into your chest. Your hand ran through his already disheveled hair, courtesy of his constant hair tugging from stress. That went on for a few minutes before you asked softly,“Do you think you’re ready to tell me what’s wrong darling?”

“Can you just hold me for now?” The request came out muffled, almost unbearable. Almost.

“Of course love,” you said kissing the top of his head and pulling away the slightest bit to give him space to turn from you. Moments after his back was facing you, your arms found their way underneath the ones that were wrapped around his torso.

You offered soft words of endearment, trying to make sure he knew you’d be up as long as he needed, ready to talk. That was the first night in a long time he got a good rest and the night he realized that it wasn’t so healthy to keep everything bottled up.

He’d tell you everything tomorrow.

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slutfor-fictionalmen · 4 years ago

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Easy lovings(Denki edition)

Denki x Tsundere! F! reader

Y/n sets out to tell denki of her unrequited crush on him, maybe all isn’t as she thought. Slight smut, fluff

Y/n brushes past her unknown peers to sit at the back of the seminar, swiftly submersing herself into her phone in attempt to avoid all human contact with people she didn’t care about. Well, at least she tried to avoid it.

Her former schoolmates/ now friend group all huddle together with Y/n in various rows, chatty and carefree despite their powerful reputations. “Y/n!! how dare you try to find seats without us!! you KNOW we were all gonna sit together!” Y/n jumps as the shrill voice of the pink girl breaks through the voices to harass her ears.

“I’m not your mother, you can find your own way. And besides, Isn’t your dick appointment attending too? Can’t you go fuck with someone else right now?” Y/n sighs, staring at the blonde man she’s loved since their second year, while he’s immersed in a conversation with their shared lifelong friends. “No can do baby cakes, i’m here for you, and besides, i wanna have my pick of seat before Mineta tries to get his slimy hands on a seat next to us.”

Y/n laughs at the thought of their known associate, it’s been a while since she’s seen him but she still remembers vividly his attempts to grope all the girls in the class. She loved those carefree days, she misses the times where their only real worries were being strong enough and what their crushes thought about them.

Y/n never had to worry about what too many guys thought about her, she never really cared what anyone thought, she had enough to worry about, screw juvenile crushes and unnecessary feelings. She never cared about anyone, with the exception of one guy she liked.

The only guy she’s ever really liked

Denki.

Mina noticed y/n lost in thought and staring at him. She knew that her advice for the stubborn girl was always in vain, but it never stopped her from trying. ”You need to tell him y/n. He feels the same, he always talks about you, it’s time for you to be happy.”

Y/n never listened, but something hit this time. She wasn’t a schoolgirl anymore. She was a badass pro hero with a sharp mind and a kind heart, so what if he doesn't feel the same, just means one less thing to worry about. ‘shoot your shot y/n, you can do this’. Y/n hyped herself up before putting on a brave face and looking at her best friend.

“I’m gonna do it, i have to..... right? i mean what if something happens and he never knows, i would hate that, but what if he doesn’t feel the same i-” Mina grabs her shoulders and shakes her out of her ramble. “shut up and do it.” “i can do this” Y/n walks away, not before hearing her best friend shout “YOU CAN DO THIS” from across the hall.

Y/n shakes, alarmed at her show of emotions. She’s never been one to be emotional before getting to know someone. But this is denki we’re talking about, the most kind guy she’s ever met, funny, sweet, smart, reminding her of a golden retriever in some ways. ‘Mental note, don’t compare him to a dog.’

Y/n approaches the leather clad man with a stoic look on her face, but not before giving him a small smile. “Excuse me, can i steal this man away from you for a sec?” The stranger nods and walks away, leaving Denki waiting awkwardly for her to initiate conversation.

“You ok Y/n? What do you need?” “can i talk to you in private?” “Denki blinks a few times before nodding and following the girl into a secluded area of the building. “Is everything alright?” He reaches out to rub her shoulder as a sign of affection but unknowingly making the plush girl more nervous.

“You know how i never dating anyone in school? Or showed interest to any man of woman in any way?” Denki hesitantly nodded, leaning in. “Well that was because i liked you then-” The blonde laughs running a hand through his hair and letting out a sigh of relief,”So that’s what this is about! Y/n I thought you were dying or something, you can’t scare me like that!.... and to be fair, i was very oblivious, so i’m sorry if i hurt you back then in any way. i would have-”

“Oh my god shut up i’m not finished yet!” He went silent and stared with wide eyes. So much for the emotional presentation. “i liked you then-” “i know-” “and i STILL like you now, I don’t expect you to feel the same, but i cant let my unreciprocated feelings for you affect my ability to work. I’m in love with you, and i have been for years. Now if you’re disturbed or disgusted, too bad. I’m a grown woman and i can feel however the hell i want to feel. and if you feel you can’t work with me, i get that too, i-”

His lips were suddenly on hers. Y/n felt electric, she felt alive. Everything fell away while denki shut her up with a kiss. “For someone who doesn’t open up very often, you sure do talk a fuck ton.”

He gently set his forehead against her own while he backed her up against the wall. Y/n set her hands on his chest, stabilizing herself due to his sudden shift of positions. “Halfway through first year. That’s how long i liked you. And graduation is when i realized i loved you. After school you never answered any of my texts and ignored my calls. The only way i saw you is if we both happened to be invited to the same event. you make it really hard to read how you feel, you know that?” “That’s kinda the point, i don’t open up... that’s why it took so long to tell you.”

Denki smiled, and moved to kiss her forehead, cheek, nose, and lips. She melted into the kiss, relishing in his gentleness, ecstatic to experience his love first hand, not just to imagine it.

Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing Denki to kiss her deeper and hold her closer with his hands on her hips. Y/n moaned into the kiss as his grip tightened. He pushed her farther into the wall, spreading her thighs with his knee.

He Kissed down her neck to the top of her outfit, pulling it down slightly to mark her neck. Y/n moans as he nips and sucks at her collar bone, allowing her to tug at his hair while he ground his knee into her mound. “God i love the pretty little noises you make, but i would prefer if they were louder.” Denki smirked at the girls flushed state, continuing the friction on her clothed privates, listening to her sweet moans.

Denki thanked whatever god was up there that he got to see a goddess in this vulnerable state. He memorized every move of her mouth, the curve of her face, the way her face looked contorted with pleasure. He knew that he wanted to see this sight again for the rest of his life, that his only longing would be to please her.

All thoughts were interrupted as the announcer ordered all pro heros to take their seats. Denki looked her in the eye with a smile so bright it could put the sun to shame. He gave her one final kiss and pulled away. “We will continue this, later.”

And for the first time in a while, the flustered y/n was left with a smile on her face.

OMFG THIS TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE AND ITS SO BAD, IM SO SRRY.

#denki x reader #denki x plus size #plus size!reader #plus sized reader #chubby!reader #chubby reader #bnha x chubby reader #boku no hero academia #mha x chubby reader #fluff #smut

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echos-newlegs · 4 years ago

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if you’re still doing requests, would you maybe do #9 with Crosshair & a reader that uses he/him pronouns (but is maybe not cis idk?)?? Like maybe the batch rescued the reader from some sort of bad situation, & Cross is the only one awake to comfort him when the reader wakes up from a nightmare or has a flashback??? If this is too specific just lmk I just have a lot of Feelings about Crosshair ahdjajdjsksm

-boba-filth (<— side blog I check more for fic stuff)

Bad Dreams

Heck yes 😎 sorry if it is out of character and cruddy. Running into a bit of a writers block, but I’m tryna force it over— maybe.

@boba-filth

Crosshair x reader: “I’m not going to leave you, not now, not ever. You’ll never have to suffer alone again.”

Warnings: brief mentions of family death, touch starved, slightly out of character. Passing out/fainting from being malnourished. Reader is a Slave and TBB save them.

You were born into slavery. It was what made up your life. You never once imagined that you could be free. Live your own life. Make your own decisions. The idea of freedom made you laugh, honestly. It was just such a far stretch and unimaginable. You figured you'd die in the spice mines like the rest of your family did.

You were on lunch break. Eating quickly to avoid getting harassed or beaten by one of the soldiers watching you and the other workers on break. You guys rarely got time to yourselves. When you did, it was barely even a half hour long. So food was often shoved into your system like it was your last meal.

You looked up when you heard the sirens go off. Breath catching in your throat. They only went off for intruders or when there was a group of miners attempting escape. The noise was enough to have you and the others standing and starting your own commotion.

Fights broke out, blasters were fired. You didn't want to be caught in the middle of the fire, so you ran. Your eyes wide and darting around. You had to hide. Sure, life sucked, but you didn't want to die. Not today at least.

"Hey, you there!" A guard shouted, pointing to you. Making you run faster in a panic. You felt tears prick the corner of your eyes when a hand grasped your arm. Pulling you to the side. "Where d'ya think you're goin', wise one?" Another guard asked. Your body trembling as you stared up to him. "I was, I was just, I was getting out of the mess. They were firing-" you rambled. The guard snarling and shoving you. "Can it, fool."

You were sure you'd be shot. Closing your eyes when the one holding your arm raised a blaster to your forehead. "We don't do well with run aways, do we?" "Nope," the other guard answered. "What do ya say we play a-" Bang! Bang!

You inhaled sharply. Squeezing your eyes shut more than they were. Jumping as your fists clenched at the sound of the blaster. The smell of burning flesh and blaster residue filling your nose. "Hey, you alright?" A voice came from in front of you. Eyes parting to see someone in armor, with goggles? You were alarmed, to say the least. They had to be an intruder. But why did they save you..? A nobody?

"You saved me.." you babbled. Blinking in shock as you stared at the other. "Well, you looked like you needed the help, are you alright, though?" You nodded, rubbing your arm where the guard squeezed. You were sure there would be a bruise there. Your skin was so sensitive anymore. "Good," he started walking off, and you felt your body tremble again. "Wait! I know the exits. I can help you, if you get me out of here." You bargained. The man turning back to face you. Sighing, then kicking a blaster from one of the motionless bodies to you. "Alright, but stay close."

You did as told, and kept your piece of the deal. Following who you soon learnt to be named Tech, around the mines. The two of you meeting up with four other men. Who each had bags full of viles of spices. "Who's this?" The one asked, motioning to you with his helmet. "Our escape plan, they claim to know some exits." "The guards don't even know about them. We use them to get out of the mines for our breaks." You added, and the bigger of the men shoved you a bit. Though it wasn't in a forcing way. "Then let's get going!"

The six of you took through the tunnels. Feet grinding against the gravel as you ran. You felt so weak, tired. You wanted to rest, but this was your chance at freedom. Even if you didn't know these men. Life as their servant or whatever they planned on doing with you, would be a hell of a lot better than this life you portrayed.

You pressed your back against the wall when you heard foot steps that weren't your guys. Motioning for them to do the same, and they did. Men running by the tunnel hall heading the other direction. "How much further?" Tech asked, and you pointed to a latter. "There, that latter. It leads up to the surface." You spoke, and they nodded. Motioning for you to head there first, so they could keep watch.

The ground began to shake, parts of the tunnel behind you collapsing. "Hurry!" You shouted. The pain in your chest making your throat clench. Climbing up the latter as quickly as you could. The boys following after you. Making it out just as the tunnels caved in.

You practically threw yourself on the ground as you made it to the top. Everyone doing the same. Each of you panting, adrenaline racing. "So who are you guys?" You asked in between breaths. Standing to your feet a bit shakily. "We're Clone Force 99," one spoke. "We call ourselves the Bad Batch, I'm Hunter, this is Tech, Crosshair, Echo, and Wrecker." You nodded a bit. "Thank you," you murmured. Them all giving you a questioning look under their visors, and you were sure of it by the way Echo and Tech tilted their heads. "For helping free me."

Tech nodded. Approaching you, helping steady you as you swayed. "You can some with us, least we can do for you helping us." You looked to the others, and they all nodded. "Got any family?" You frowned. "No." Everyone was silent at that. "Well, it's settled then, Tech, Echo, help them to the ship. Cross, keep a look out for any guards or clankers. Wrecker, help me carry the cargo." Hunter spoke, causing you to weakly smile. Passing out at some point to the ship.

When you went limp in their arms everyone panicked. Echo and Techs grip tightening on you to help lift your deadweight. "Are they alright?" Wrecker asked, and Echo sighed as the two raced you into the Marauder. "I'd say they're just wore, they look extremely malnourished, I know from experience it's hard to not pass out in that state." Echo informed. Lying you on a bunk, and Tech nodded. "They aren't a clone, either, so I'm shocked they kept standing as long as they did."

You were fine, really, but Tech and the others took turns watching over you while you rested. Water and rations next to the bunk you rested on. It was Crosshairs turn for the night to keep watch. Make sure if you woke up before they got back to Naboo to return the cage that he could explain where you were. Keep you from panicking, or so they hoped.

You were beginning to sweat. Eyebrows creasing, hands balling into fists at your sides while you dreamt. It was hardly a dream, more a reply of your past. Your family. Watching them die before you. Held at gun point. Bags over there heads, blaster shot to their foreheads. Out of your parents and four younger siblings, you were the only one kept alive.. 'This is what happens to slaves who don't listen! '

You jerked up with a startled sob. Hands clenching the sheets. Feet scrambling while you looked around. Chest rising and falling in a quickened pace as your eyes darted around the dimly lit room.

Crosshair looked up from polishing his gun at the commotion. Setting the rifle and cloth aside. "You okay?" He asked, he wasn't too confident on what to ask. Other than that. Watchibg as your head turned to look at him. "Who are you?" You asked with worry. He was about to question you, until he remembered you hadn't seen them without their helmets. "It's crosshair, you saved my brothers and I from the mines." He explained. You calmed slightly at that. Licking your lips, then looking down. "Oh okay," was all you spoke.

You both sat there in silence for a bit. Your hands relaxing. Now resting in your lap as you leant against the wall. Attempting to steady your breathing. "There's some food and water for ya." He motioned to the small table beside you, and your eyes darted to it. You were starving, you didn't get to eat today before the alarms sounded. Raching over to take the rations and water. Dowing them both like you'd never eaten in you life. Which sometimes it felt that way.

Crosshair watched with a small smirk. "Hungry, little one?" You felt a bit self-concious at his words. Only nodding slightly as you took a final sip of the water. Then placing the tray back down next to the bed.

"You have bad dreams often?" He questioned, and you looked down to your hands. Fiddling your thumbs as you nodded shyly. "Sometimes, yeah.." he sighed at that. "I can lay down with you," he joined, causing you to glance over to him. Watching as he stood and approached where you were resting. Taking this time to notice he wasn't in his armor anymore. Only his blacks, which gave you a better image of his body. As the fabric hugged his skin.

Your heart was racing. Squeezing your hands together to keep them from trembling. You hadn't had physical contact in so long, even the offer of it intimidated, but also excited you. "You don't have to," you told him, and he shrugged. "It'll help us both."

You scooted over as he began to climb into the bed. Pulling the covers over the both of you. The two of you sinking down to lay on your backs with small sighs. "You this nice to every new comer you come across?" You asked. Turning onto your side to face him. Cross turning his head to look at you with a small shrug. "Maybe I am," he gruffed. Making you smile a bit. "I doubt it."

Crosshair didn't respond to that. The room falling quiet again. "You get bad dreams too, then?" You blurted, and he exhaled. "Yeah," you nodded a bit. "Do you ever.. Dream about memories? Bad ones?" You asked. Playing with the fabric of the pillow, and he nodded again. "I keep dreaming about my families death." You admitted, and he looked over to you. His expression unreadable, but his eyes screamed worry. "Does it ever stop?" You asked. Voice cracking.

He thought for a moment, then licked his lips. "Somedays." You felt a little better hearing that, you guessed. "Sometimes they're worse." You frowned at that.

He looked over, catching your look of disappointment and displeasure. Turning to his side to reach out for you. It was weird for him, touching someone he barely knew, but you seemed like you needed it, and something about you struck his interest. He saw part of himself in you.

"Hey, I’m not going to leave you, not now, not ever. You’ll never have to suffer alone again.” He reassure. Rubbing small circles into the small of your back. Causing you to stop breathing for a second. Processing what was happening. "But you tell aby of my brothers about this, I'm leaving you in the streets of Naboo." You smiled faintly at that. Unsure if he was serious or not, but you could hear the hint of sarcasm in his voice. You hummed, curling up closer to him. "I won't."

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descendantofthesparrow · 4 years ago

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Regained Passion - Harry Hook x Reader - Part 2 - proper meeting

Harry let out a slow breath as he stared into the void in his history class, it had been a full week since he started the dance classes, and almost every day Bert mentioned putting him into a higher experienced class due to his flexibility and the fact that Harry was already a good dancer. But again, Harry wasn’t into the dance class that much, he liked dancing, it's just he didn't like being forced to dance.

His counselor had tried to ask about his first week but Harry was stubborn as usual, even glaring at her during it. She had sighed and rubbed her nose “I can't help you if you don’t open up to me Mr. Hook” Harry had only glared again, he didn’t want or need her help, yeah, he was a little fucked up in the head but if he wanted therapy or a consular, he would get it, not something FG forced on him.

After history finally ended, Harry grabbed his backpack and walked out of the room, sighing in relief as he realized he only had one class left, and it was his favorite, history of sailors and the seven seas. It talked all about pirates and sailors, particularly one of his favorite pirates, Jack Sparrow. One of the few pirates that had escaped isle imprisonment, due to him being pardoned of his crimes after it was discovered that his branding of a pirate had been connected to his freeing of hundreds of slaves.

Harry froze as a now very familiar face stepped into the hall he was walking in, she was looking down at her book, her black backpack hanging off her shoulder, bringing her denim jacket down with it off her shoulder, revealing her gray t-shirt. She suddenly looked up, her sparking (e/c) eyes once again locking with his.

Harry felt the butterflies flood his body again and he ducked into the next hall, away from his class, and pressed himself against the wall, sliding down as he closed his eyes and buried his face in his hands ‘what am I doing?’ he thought, gritting his teeth ‘hiding from a pretty girl? What the hell?’

“Are you hiding from me?” Harry jumped and slammed his head against the locker behind him, looking up to see the girl, who had covered her mouth in shock from Harry's sudden motion “Are you okay?”

“Me? Hiding? No-no I don’- I don’t hide” Harry laughed off his embarrassment, standing from the floor and rubbing the back of his head, wincing slightly “I don’ hide from anyone” the girl smirked and rose her brow as she tilted her head.

“I looked up and as soon as I made eye contact you leaped behind the wall, and then stayed there until I came around the corner, I think that classifies as hiding.” Harry pouted at her, his heart going crazy as she laughed. “Now why would you hide from me? Im, not my brother mind you” Harry rose his brow at that.

“Who’s yer brother?” Harry asked, smirking as she made a sour face.

“Chad” Harry grimaced, relaxing a bit as she laughed again.

“I’m so sorry” her eyes widened a bit and she laughed even harder.

“I accept your condolences, he’s not a fun person to be related to, it took me a month to convince half the school that Chad and I are very different even though we're twins” Harry looked at her up at down, she didn’t look like Chad? “I know, fraternal twins though”

Harry hummed, nodding along, he remembered a couple of sets of twins on the isle, and even when they were “identical” twins, they didn’t look exactly like each other sometimes. “You’re Harry Hook, right?” Harry nodded again, ignoring the flutter of his heart as she said his name “I’m (y/n), (y/n) Charming” (y/n) held out her hand, giving Harry a warm smile.

“Dinne think yeh would even say hi ta me, considering wha’ yer brother has probably told yeh ‘bout meh” he took her hand, stilling for a moment as he felt a small shock ran up his arm and through his body. Shit what the hell was going on with him!?

“Well,” (y/n) laughed, once again sending butterflies through his gut “after almost 18 years of dealing with his dumbass, I've learned to not trust his word, if he says you’re a ‘filthy pirate’ then you aren’t all that bad” Harry smirked and shook his head, not seeing (y/n) freeze for a moment and stare at his lips.

“Yer somethin’ else I’ll tell yeh tha’” he laughed, biting the inside of his cheek as (y/n) looked away from him and fixed her backpack strap. “What’s yer next class?”

“Um-“ (y/n) started, pursing her lips a bit as she thought “Oh! History of sailors and the seven seas!” Harry couldn’t help the smile that grew on his lips.

“Same ‘ere, shall I escort yeh yer highness?” (y/n) gave him a look, then smiled.

“You may” (y/n) laughed, taking his arm as he offered it and they chatted quietly as Harry walked them both to class.

Harry threw his pencil on his table as he finished his English homework, leaning back in his chair and sighing. “Hey, Harry?” Uma started, looking up from her magic homework (a new class that FG had made for the magic endowed vks that needed to learn how to control their magic safely) “You made goody-goody with Chad's sister right?” Harry looked over his shoulder to her, raising his brow.

“Aye? Why?” a devious look overcame Uma’s face, and Harry sat up “Uma” Harry started, a warning tone to his voice, they had just gotten to Auradon two months ago, at the start of the school year, and he loved Uma with all his heart but if she was trying to plan to overtake Auradon by using (y/n) he would have to put his foot down (which he didn’t know why he would defend the girl so eagerly, even turning against his oldest friend like that)Auradon was a lot nicer than they thought and he’d rather not lose the comfy bed and fresh food he had just gotten.

“Oh chill!” Uma scoffed, waving her hand and rolling her eyes “I’m not planning any takeovers or whatever, I wanted to know if she gets along with her brother or not” Harry mentally sighed in relief and leaned back in his chair again.

“Um, no, I said sorry to her that she was his sister and she accepted my condolences, called him a dumbass too” Uma smirked again, a glint in her eye…he knew that glint, it was the glint of pranks “Oh! Do yeh want me ta-“

“Yes,” Uma interrupted him, rubbing her arms together as he saw a plan forming in her mind “ask her if she wants to help us prank Chad, fucker decided to ‘accidentally” Uma used finger quotes “spill grape juice all over my new jacket, and we all know that shit stains, didn’t even apologize either” Harry grit his teeth. Chad, one of the very few teens at Auradon prep that still harassed the vks, he was a bully and a thief, something Harry could respect on the isle but even on the isle you didn’t bully Uma without getting Harry’s hook to your face.

“I’ll ask ‘er when next time I see ‘er, we don’ have a lot of classes together, and her dance class ends after mine” Uma smirked at that, leaning into her hand.

“How are those going by the way?” Harry just let out a raspberry, and Uma fell back on Gil’s bed, laughing away.

The next day, after Harry's dance class, he waited outside (y/n)s room, standing awkwardly and out of place as others passed by him, some looking at him oddly while others ignored him or simply glanced at him.

There were one or two flirtatious looks but Harry ignored those, continuing to wait for (y/n). about fifteen minutes of waiting, the class finally ended, and as (y/n)s fellow dancers exited the room, many of them stared at him, whispering amongst themselves for a moment before one turned to him. “(y/n)s talking to Esmerelda, she’ll be in there for a moment” She had a strong French accent and Harry nodded in thanks, the group finally moving on as the girl who had spoken up pushed them away from the room.

After a couple more moments of waiting Harry got impatient, walking up to the door and peeking in, seeing (y/n) standing in front of Esmerelda, looking down at her feet “(y/n) your posture is perfect, your leg is always perfectly straight during the Penché, everything you do during practice is perfect but…there's just no…passion (y/n), where is it? You are only doing the steps, you aren’t feeling the music, where is the love, the sorrow, the yearning? This is a dance to convey two people falling in love (y/n), and I don’t see any of it coming from you” Harry felt his chest hurt as Esmerelda sighed, looking away from (y/n) who stayed silent. “(y/n) if you can't find the passion I need for the piece…I’m going to have to switch you out, I’m sorry” (y/n) looked up at that, and Harry couldn’t see her face but he could tell there were tears in her eyes “You are one of my best dancers (y/n), but without passion, you are doing nothing but following the steps.” (y/n) nodded slowly. Esmerelda smiled and took her chin “You just have to find your spark again, I know you can do it…I’ll see you tomorrow” (y/n) nodded again, turning to grab her bag.

Harry ducked out of the doorframe and went back to lean against the wall, looking down at his converse as he waited for (y/n). “Harry?” he looked up, (y/n) walking toward him from the door and tilting her head “What are you doing here?”

Harry smirked, it turning to a smile as (y/n) smiled back. Good, that meant she wasn’t super down from her talk with Esmerelda. “I was wonderin’ if yeh wanted ta help Uma n’ I prank Chad~” Harry had hardly finished his sentence before (y/n) grinned, stepping even close to him.

“Hell yes!” Harry shared her grin and offered his arm again, walking her out of the building and back to the dorms to Uma’s room, where Uma would tell them her plan.

Two days later, Chad’s hair was puke green. And he didn’t suspect a damn thing, even as (y/n) held her laughter as she stood next to him, sharing a sly thumbs up with Harry and Uma as they cackled at him.

“You’re definitely cut from a different fabric princess” Uma chuckled, Harry moving to the side of the bench he and Uma were sitting on as you walked over to them when Chad bolted off screaming after realizing his hair was green (for someone who stared at himself almost all day it took him a while to notice his hair) (y/n) grinned in thanks and plopped down next to Harry, not noticing Uma’s smirk as Harry scooted closer to (y/n).

“I’ll take that as a compliment” (y/n) laughed, leaning against the table and looking towards the door “How long do you think it’ll be before Chad suspects us?”

“Three days” Gil decided, suddenly appearing and sitting down next to Uma. And as usual, holding a bowl of grapes “I give it three days”

(y/n) hummed at that, tapping her fingers on the table “Well Chad is smart,” (y/n) laughed a bit at Uma and Harry's look of ‘really?!’ “I know shocking…well less smart more cunning, but I say he’ll either figure it out by the end of the day or he’ll bolt up in the middle of the night and then figure it out, can't say which or when, but it’s one of those”

“By the way,” Gil interrupted (y/n), pointing his finger right at her “who are you?” Gil had been out of the room every time (y/n) came over to Uma or Harry and Gil's room to plan for the plank, so oddly enough he had yet to meet (y/n) before today.

“Gil!” Harry hissed through his teeth, Uma smirking once more at his reaction. (y/n) laughed and held out her hand.

“I’m (y/n), (y/n) Charming, Chad’s sister” Gil took her hand and shook it, giving her a sympathetic look.

“I’m so sorry” (y/n) laughed again, unknowingly sending a flurry of butterflies through Harry again.

“Harry said the same thing a couple days ago, I accept your condolences” Gil released (y/n)s hand and went back to his grapes as Uma intertwined her hands and looked at (y/n)

“So you and Harry go to the same dance school, right? Do you ever dance together?” Harry felt his cheeks turn red at the question and he pouted at Uma, not really wanting to bring up the topic of the classes he hated so much.

“I guess? Different classes but same building, I’m a ballet dancer, been one since I was a kid. Harry, I think is still in the beginner class but Harry?” He glanced at (y/n) with a raised bro and a hum “You said Bert’s thinking of upgrading your placement?” Harry huffed and leaned on his hand.

“Aye, somethin’ bout me being a higher level than beginner, I dinne kae I din’ listen more than tha’” both Uma and (y/n) hummed at that. “I din’ even wan’ ta do the damn classes in the first place so I don’t see why I should level up or whatever” Harry grumbled, pouting at nothing.

Uma forced the grin off her face. Harry, ever since he had made friends with (y/n), started to be more…enthusiastic when going to the studio, no longer dragging his feet. And after the first time he picked up (y/n) from her class he did it the next day, and the next. Uma knew Harry and she knew he was catching feelings for the princess, even if he himself didn’t realize it yet.

Harry had only known the princess for about a month now, but Uma could tell when Harry liked someone, and he really-really liked (y/n), he wouldn’t admit it until he knew what words to connect his feelings yet but, Uma could wait.

Now, Uma wouldn’t do anything to push Harry and (y/n) together yet, she didn’t know if (y/n) shared any feelings about Harry, but once Uma did find out? Oooh, it was going to be fun.

But for now? Uma watched (y/n) and Harry talk, smiling behind her hand at the sparkle within Harry's eye, she would sit and watch their relationship bloom.

-end of part 2-

part 2~ hope yall enjoyed and like (y/n) so far, and i do want to put a *sprinkle* of angst in this so it'll come with (y/n)s struggle to show feeling in her dance and maybe some Chad shenanigan's anyway~ yeah i think this will be a 10 part series at most, and im liking where its going atm.

anyway im gonna draw a blue ballgown now because i don't like any of the designs i found on google or Pinterest

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mammonshuman92 · 4 years ago

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- Watched - Pt.3

(Mammon x GN!MC)

**TW: cussing, stalking, kidnapping, religion,

Note: C/N (coworker name)

“Man, I’m starvin’. What’s takin’ so long anyway?” He grumbled, remembering the whole ‘first name basis’ thing with the delivery driver.

He was laid on his back across your bed scrolling through social media, impatiently waiting for you to return. His stomach started to growl.

“Maybe I should go check? But, MC said to stay here so no one could see me.” He said to himself, a slight pout on his lips.

He heard a small shuffling noise come from the living room, it sounded like a paper bag crinkling.

Ok, ya got the food, now don’t be tryin’ to chit chat MC, I know how ya are. I’m dyin’ in here!

The bedroom was a straight shot down the hall from the door, making it impossible to sneak a quick peek without fully exposing himself.

He could hear you talking back and forth with...Alex. He huffed to himself remembering your chumminess with the take out guy. Something just seemed weird to him about the whole thing.

Somethin’ is fishy about him always havin’ MC’s route or whatever. Does nobody else deliver for that place? I bet he’s got a crush on MC or somethin’.

“I’ll kick his ass.” He said out loud, his own thoughts making him sour.

He listened again, trying to hear what was being said. He couldn’t hear any actual words, but he could hear Alex’s voice. Barely, though.

Wait a minute.. Is he whisperin’? What’s he gotta say to MC that requires whisperin’?! I gotta get outta here.

Mammon was getting himself worked up, assuming this delivery guy was confessing his love to you. He’d nearly convinced himself to march out there and confront the creep. To hell with staying hidden!

Before he could blow his cover, he heard something hit the front door followed by more shuffling movement. He calmed down a bit, thinking the noises he heard were of you getting the food inside and trying to kick the door shut.

He impatiently waited for you to call out, telling him the coast was clear and that he could finally come eat. But, you didn’t.

After a couple minutes passed with no new noise, he grew slightly anxious.

He stood up and started pacing beside the bed, feeling antsy.

C’mon, MC. What’re ya doin’? I’m witherin’ away! Before long I’m gonna shrink up and turn into a Little D or somethin’..

Suddenly, he heard voices again. Well, just the delivery guy’s voice, still a hushed tone. He groaned to himself.

“If he don’t hurry up and go away, I’m gonna eat him instead.” He grumbled quietly to himself.

Something didn’t feel right though. Why was Alex’s voice the only one he heard? It had been at least five minutes since he heard you say something. It’s not like he just missed what you said because you were too quiet for him to hear, or you just chose not to contribute to the guy’s conversation.

You always talk, to basically anyone you come in contact with, never really knowing a stranger. He’s pretty sure you haven’t gone five minutes without talking since he met you. That’s why it seemed so weird to him.

That alone wasn’t really enough to expose himself though, was it?

To say you’ve been through a lot lately is an understatement. You’re sleep deprived and your nerves are shot. With everything that’s been going on, it would be more weird if you didn’t act a little different. He didn’t blame you for not being your usual self.

He still couldn’t shake this feeling though.

A sudden, loud noise outside got his attention.

Was that a car door?

He moved quickly, putting his back against the wall, scooting over to the doorway.

“MC? Is he gone?” He whispered.

No answer.

Screw it.

Very slowly, he peeked his head around the corner, careful not to be seen.

“MC?” He whispered again, louder this time.

Still nothing.

Somethin’ is definitely wrong..

He fully emerged in the doorway, eyes darting around, taking in his surroundings. As he quickly made his way up the hall, he noticed the door standing wide open. He could see that an older model car was parked in front of the house and you were no where in sight.

Hand still on the door knob, he turned around to call out into the house, “MC, where ya at? Ya know ya left the door-”

Before he could finish, the car outside suddenly accelerated, kicking up dirt and rocks as they sped off.

What the..?

“Guess he didn’t like his tip..?” He whispered to himself.

He shut the door and turned around slowly, only taking a couple steps before he came to a stop. He couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling he had.

“Oi, MC! D-don’t ya know you’re supposed to answer when THE Great Mammon calls for ya?” He waited, but the house was still. All he could hear was his heartbeat in his ears.

He walked further into the house, quickly looking around the kitchen before heading back down the hall.

Why ain’t they answerin’.. c-could it..? Nah..

“This ain’t funny ya know..” He called through the house, hoping that you’d somehow slipped past him.

Again, he was met with bone chilling silence.

Slowly, he started piecing all the little weird things that didn’t make sense together like a puzzle. The silent house and wide open door, abandoned food, the car speeding away..

The same delivery guy somehow always having this route...

His heart sank.

No, no, no, no!

He ran from room to room in a panic, desperately calling out to you, begging you to answer him.

This ain’t happenin’.. They gotta be hidin’ or something. Yeah, that’s it!

“MC! Where are ya? Talk to me, please!” He screamed, voice breaking around the hard lump forming in his throat, tears beginning to prick at his eyes.

No, it can’t be.. It can’t be..

With trembling hands, he dug his phone from his pocket, quickly dialing your number.

“C’mon, pick up. Please, please pick up.” He pleaded as he paced the floor.

His stomach dropped when he heard it ringing within the house, quickly following the sound until he found it on the coffee table where you had left it earlier. He stood there unmoving, staring at his picture and contact name with hearts on the screen, tears streaking down his face.

The weight of it all came crashing down like a tsunami, forcing him to his knees. With his face in his hands, he sobbed uncontrollably.

I shoulda listened to my gut when I thought somethin’ was wrong! Why did I wait so long to look for ‘em?! He took MC, he took MC! Dammit!

How did he let this happen? He was right here, right here, and he didn’t sense the danger. He couldn't protect you again, letting you fall right into the hands of the psycho creep who had been relentlessly harassing you, who was planning to do who knows what.

He had to do something. Anything.

Get the hell up! Ya gotta go find MC NOW! There’s no tellin’ what this creep is gonna try.

He stood up and wiped his face, trying to compose himself as he switched into demon form.

“I can still catch ‘em!” He made a beeline for the door, stopping abruptly as he reached the thresh hold.

“Wait, it’s the middle of the day and this ain’t the Devildom. A demon flyin’ around on a man hunt would be real bad.” He thought aloud.

People would most likely panic and if history proves anything, nothing good ever comes from humans when they panic.

He had to try and think rationally, as hard as it was. He wanted to rush in and save you as quick as he could, but going in blind without a decent plan could get you hurt...or possibly worse.

He switched out of demon form and moved back into the living room, trying to come up with an idea.

Your phone was here so he couldn’t have you tracked by GPS and he didn’t remember much about the car except that it was older. He didn’t even know what the guy looked like since he’d had to hide. All he knew about him was his first name and that he worked at a restaurant.

“The take out place would for sure have everything about him on file!” He quickly punched in the name of the place into his phone’s search engine, then suddenly paused.

“Wait a minute..I can’t just waltz in there and ask for someone’s personal info. They’d call the cops or somethin’. Damn!”

He was beginning to feel hysterical. He didn’t have much to go on and every idea he came up with was crap. A few ‘ding’ sounds from the coffee table tore him from his thoughts. It was your phone.

Someone named C/N had sent you a couple texts about work and judging by the text log, you talked to them often.

“Man, I hope this C/N knows somethin’ cause I’ve got nothin’ else to go on..”

Luckily, he remembered the name of the coffee shop, having heard you talk about work often. A quick internet search and he had the directions. He was out the door like a shot.

With his newfound breadcrumb, he was one step closer to finding you.

A bell chimed above the door when he entered the shop, alerting the worker behind the counter of his presence.

“Hi, how can I help you?” They greeted him as he walked up to the counter.

“Hey, is there a C/N here by any chance?”

“Oh, uh, yeah just a sec.” They went through a doorway behind the counter, returning moments later with another person in tow.

“Hello..? I’m sorry, do I know you?” They asked, approaching Mammon, visibly confused.

“No, but you know MC, right?” He asked, uninterested in beating around the bush.

“I’m not sure I can answer that.” They said cautiously, visibly tense.

They do know somethin’.

“Here, look.” He said, pulling up the gallery on his phone, showing them multiple pictures of you and MC together.

“Oh, so you’re the boyfriend. MC has told me about you. Uh, anyway, is there something I can help you with? I need to get back to work..”

“Yeah, has MC ever mentioned anythin’ about a guy named Alex before?” He asked.

Please, please, please

“Alex..Alex..” They repeated, tapping a finger on their chin as they thought it over. “They did, actually. We went to the movies about two months ago, and ran into a guy they knew. It was their usual deliver guy I think? Said his name was Alex. He gave me the creeps.” They explained.

“Why is that?”

Yes! We’re gettin’ somewhere.

“He just seemed..I don’t know, off? And when I met him, I actually remembered seeing him a few days earlier on my way to work. There was another A.T.A. protest and I saw him in the group demonstrators. He denied being there when I brought it up, saying it had to be his doppelganger or something, but I know it was him. When we ran into him at the movies he said he had just got off work, and he was wearing the exact same shirt and hat as the day of the protest.” They informed him.

“Wait, A.T.A.? What’s that?” He asked curiously.

“Anti-Treaty Association. They’re exactly what the name suggests. Everyone involved in the exchange program is public knowledge. Names, pictures, updates on how the program was going, etc. All easily found on any search engine. If he is part of the A.T.A., why would he be friendly with MC? There’s no way he didn’t know who they were.” They said.

This Alex guy is definitely the stalker. I bet if I dig into this A.T.A. I can find him..

“Alright. Thanks for your help.” He said as he turned to leave, C/N took a few steps after him.

“Hey, uh, is MC okay? I know they haven’t been themselves lately, but uh, you coming here and asking all these questions kinda scares me..” They admitted, fear for their friend written on their face.

“MC is uh, goin’ through some stuff. I’m gonna put an end to it though.” His voice was rough, angry. His face however, was full of desperation and sadness.

Mammon thanked C/N again for their information and left the coffee shop on a new mission. He uncovered another piece of the puzzle, new information that could lead him to you.

No one knew exactly what this guy was capable of, but he had the most important piece of Mammon's existence with him. There wasn’t anything he wasn’t willing to do, in any realm, to bring you back safely. He would breach the Celestial Gates without thinking twice if it would bring you back to him.

He was going to show them exactly why he's the second strongest of the seven rulers of the underworld.

I’m comin’ MC. I will find ya, I promise.

“Get out.”

The scorching heat inside the trunk made you nauseous, and severely thirsty. You felt weak and disoriented, unable to move much. You weren’t sure how long you had been stuck in there before you finally felt the car come to a stop. The lid opened, blazing sunshine poured inside the dark space, making your eyes water and squint reflexively.

“I said, get out!” He screamed.

He wrapped his hand around your wrist hard and yanked you from the trunk, letting you drop to the ground. You were much to weak to try and brace yourself so you fell pretty hard, getting small scrapes and dirt on your elbows and forearms.

You tried to open your eyes to try and get an idea of where he had taken you, but before they could adjust to the blinding sunlight, he tied something around your eyes.

“Can’t have you trying to escape.” He said to himself, as he finished tying up your hands. The restraints were very tight, already starting to hurt your wrists.

“I’m not going to.” You said weakly, your words making him laugh.

“Well, at least your a smart demon slut. Somewhat, anyway.”

Honestly, you weren’t planning to escape. If the opportunity presented itself, you would make a run for it, but you weren’t actively looking for an escape route. However, you had no intention of giving this creep what he wanted, or giving up without one hell of a fight.

Pulling you by the restraint around your wrists, he began to drag you across the ground. He let go of you a minute or so later. He didn’t drag you very far, ending up in some kind of building judging by the change in temperature and the rough feeling of concrete beneath you. It felt a little cooler in here as if you were out of direct sunlight, but the air was still fairly hot and sticky.

You did your best to pay attention to the things around you. The sounds, smells, what little you could feel. Outside you could hear cows in the distance and some kind of humming noise. It was definitely hot, but more like that humid feeling before it storms. You could also smell it too, the incoming rain. That warm earthy smell.

You could hear Alex nearby messing with something metal, there was also the sound of running water somewhere close.

I can’t believe Alex was actually the stalker this entire time... Explains how pictures taken of me from outside my house though.. I wonder what he plans to do..

You promptly chased away those thoughts in order to keep yourself calm, replacing them with thoughts of him, the time you’d spent together along with all the memories that came with it.

How soft and fluffy his hair felt when ran your fingers through it. The way he smelled; not the Devilish No.5, although you did love it, it’s smell closely related to the famous human world version, but his smell. Crisp and clean like fresh laundry or new clothes, slightly smoky like leather because of his favorite jacket and small undertones of warm cinnamon and vanilla.

The always groaned about your selection for movie night but was the first one to get really into it. Having a concert while cooking when you had kitchen duty together, getting in trouble for talking and laughing in class and later being scolded by Lucifer for it. How he always used to complain how bad humans smell, only to find out he started buying your brand of body wash for himself and would also try to casually smell his hoodie after you’d worn it.

The thought of never seeing him again, never experiencing anymore memories like these or the chance to make new ones, kept haunting you. A hard lump was forming in your throat, tears beginning to prick your eyes.

“Aw, what’s the matter darlin’? The abomination you chose as a lover isn’t rushing in to save you like Prince Charming? Imagine that.” He spat.

You ignored his sarcastic comments, wanting answers of you own, “Why are you doing this?” You could hear him walking toward you, his footsteps getting louder as he approached. The sound stopped abruptly, then he crouched down next to your head.

“I told you, you need to be cleansed.” His tone was very matter-of-fact.

He grabbed your wrist restraint again and drug you another ten feet or so. Easily picking you up and hoisting you into the air until the rope around your wrists caught on something. He let go, your full weight coming down on your restraint. You were suspended in the air, feet barely skimming the floor.

He checked your ropes to make sure it was still secure with the added weight and gravity, then he removed your blindfold. The sudden change causing you to blink several times.

Your previous assumptions had been right, you appeared to be in a warehouse that had been abandoned for quite some time. Most of the windows were broken, big vines and other foliage creeping into the building. The rusted remnants of machinery scattered around the large, open room. You looked above you to see that you were hanging from a large hook that was suspended by thick chain from a metal beam up above. Far to your left you could see what looked like a large pool or even one of those big basins you usually use to water cattle, with a hose draped over the side. There’s the source of the running water you heard.

Wait...a stock tank with water, ’cleansed’...is he going to..baptize me?

“Cleansed? That’s been mentioned quite a bit in the dozens of letters I’ve been getting. Well, you would know, huh? Since you’re the one behind it all. What I don’t understand is why?”

It came off as more sarcastic than you intended, but you didn’t really care. You had been terrified for weeks about the stalker. What would they do when they finally got to you? You haven’t truly felt alone in over a month, as if someone was always hiding in the shadows watching, waiting. Your anxiety has been through the roof and you’re in a nearly constant state of paranoia and fear.

But, now that he was in front of you, you didn’t feel scared. You wanted answers.

“Because they don’t belong with our kind. Uniting our realms is blasphemy and will throw the human world into chaos.”

‘Don’t belong with our kind’..? Whoa, what the hell..

“Blasphemy? But, the Celestial Realm is on board with it. The angels in the exchange progr-” He cut you off before you could finish, his sudden booming voice echoed through the spacious warehouse, startling you.

He stood with his back to you, facing a long metal table that looked as if it used to be a conveyor or some other piece that once belonged to one of the old machines inside the long forgotten building.

“The exchange program was a joke! Those devils just needed a good cover to get their claws on our realm so they could take it over! Using their dirty tricks and magic to bring corruption and pollute us with sin.” He stared you down like a mad man while he yelled.

This was so bizarre, he sounded insane. Like, one of those people that wore tin foil hats. This version of Alex, the real one, was scary. You would’ve never guessed in a million years that this guy was the same one that you talked about the weather and current events with a few times a week.

“None of that is even remotely true! They just want to bring peace among the realms, to prove that they are not what all the harmful, hateful rhetoric claims they are. So we can all just co-exist! That was the entire point of the exchange program! To learn about the Devildom; it’s people and culture.” You fought back.

His face twisted up in disgust, visibly becoming more and more agitated every time you spoke. He stalked closer, stopping maybe six feet in front of you, staring at you intently.

“That kind of thinking is exactly why you need to be cleansed. You’re a human, or has being a demon whore and becoming the embodiment of sin made you forget that? You are nothing but a weak, powerless human to them. A pawn in their bigger plan, collateral damage if things went wrong.”

You never cared what assumptions people made or the rumors they started regarding your stay in the Devildom. However, when the very demons you loved and cared about became the subject of people’s whispering, you were willing to fight with no intentions of backing down.

You, out of everyone, who had to live in the House of Lamentation for a year, escaped death from a couple of the brothers, helped them mend familial bonds, and held pacts with all of them, should know better than anyone, exactly who they are.

“You don’t know anything about them!” You yelled lurching forward as you filled with anger, lightly swinging back and forth where you were suspended, the thick chains above you clanking, “The things they’ve been through, they things they’ve seen. The sacrifices they had to make..” You heart ached for them. What happened during the Great Celestial War, their fall.. They’ve been through a great deal and they, along with the rest of the Devildom, are undeserving of such prejudiced hatred.

“Being demons doesn’t automatically mean they are bad people, just like being human doesn’t make you good.” You stared him down, lacing venom in your words. He squinted his eyes at you, unhappy with your implications. “That fact was thoroughly proven during my time there. Some of kindest people I have ever met, as well as the people I love and cherish the most, are demons.”

You would forever stand behind the program, your now second home, and all the friends and loved ones you made along the way. No matter what this psycho could come up with, you would not be swayed. You knew them for who they are, all Alex knew was hatred.

He scoffed at your words, walking toward you as he shook his head in disgust, eyes boring into yours. He stopped just inches in front of your face. You held onto your resolve, staring back at him intently, not letting him see that you were completely terrified. It’s what he wanted; to feel superior and pass judgement on those he deemed unworthy.

You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction though; to feed his ego, his delusions. You refused to bow to fear, instead giving it all you had to make sure that if this was how it would end for you, you would fight against his prejudice and hatred until your final moments.

“We will start with the normal cleansing.” He backed away from you, confirming your suspicions as he gestured to the stock tank. “Although I think your soul might be too far gone for it to be completely effective.” He smiled wickedly as he turned around, going back to the table he’d been at earlier and picked up the same knife he’d held to you when he kidnapped you. The only other weapons you could see on the table were a baton and a taser. There was also a thick book you could only assume was a bible and a large jar of water. The most concerning however, was the gas can, thick work gloves, and what looked a lot like a body bag.

“This may call for a more extensive purification.”

PART FOUR COMING SOON!

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