#jamie campbell bower angst

[jcbbby]

could you write something where the reader is going through it mentally with stress and anxiety and ed related shit to the point where it’s like effecting her physical health and jamie is trying to help her through it sorry if it’s oddly specific i was recently in the ER for a CT scan and it ended up being a stress induced headache and just wish i had someone to just comfort me 😭

oh, my poor friend!!! I'm so sorry you've been going through all that as of late. :( I'm glad the ER visit ended up being nothing serious, but as someone also recently in the ER for a CT scan...still not fun either way. and I've also HELLA been there, having anxiety and an ED affect my physical health. I'm sending you all the love I have in my heart, I'm here for you if you want to talk to anyone, and I hope you find some comfort in this lil fic. <3

warnings: mention of needles, hospital visit, mental illness.

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You heard the front door close from across the silent house. Jamie must be back from his meeting this morning with his manager. You weren't sure how long he'd been gone, having been half conscious trying to sleep through this throbbing headache you had for the last...however long it had been. It started last night after a long day of errands and you went to bed without dinner, something you knew was probably bad to do but a sad part of you took a sadistic pride in that. Jamie kissed you goodbye when he left this morning, and low and behold, he came to kiss you hello in the same spot he left you earlier.

"Hi, darling." He spoke softly as he came through the doorway. "How are you feeling?"

You groaned slightly as you stirred, pushing yourself upright with your hands, resting your back against the pillows. You sighed, rubbing an eye.

"I'm just tired..."

You weren't lying exactly. Tired was the only word you could think of to describe how you had been feeling. The past few weeks had been very busy and stressful with Jamie's schedule. You were a person of routine; you needed to eat at specific times, the food you ate was carefully curated, you had a set routine for morning and night. The uncertainty of the day's timeline had wreaked havoc on your mental state. Jamie knew you had struggled with some mental issues, but you never let on the extent of it around him as best as you could. This time, however, it really overwhelmed you.

Jamie frowned as he walked toward you and gently sat on the bed. "Love, you've been in bed for almost 24 hours and you're still tired?"

"Well, and my head still hurts. It's just all at the back of my head...it's just throbbing." You screwed your eyes shut, bringing your hands up to rest at the base of your neck.

"Really? Have you taken any tablets to help?" He reached up to feel your forehead for any temperature. "You don't feel feverish at least."

You nodded your head lightly and then shrugged. "Didn't help."

"Do you think maybe we should get you into the ER? Just to be sure you're okay, since the medicine isn't helping and it's lasted this long?" He reached out taking your hand gingerly.

"No...no, I don't want to bother them if it's nothing." You shuffled yourself deeper down into the bed, as if getting comfier would convince Jamie you were fine.

"Darling, their whole job is to be bothered by people even if it is nothing. They're there to make sure it's nothing. Please, I just want to make sure you're alright, love." He squeezed your hand that he was still holding.

You sighed, squeezing Jamie's hand back. You didn't want to go to the ER. You didn't want to be a burden, not to Jamie or anyone at the hospital. Hospitals always freaked you out, too. The worst news of someone's life could be given in a hospital, and it always made you uneasy to be in one.

"Okay...okay, we can go." You looked up to him, eyes downturned in defeat.

Jamie gave a small smile as he got up and came around to help you out of bed. You felt weak and cold as you left the cocoon of the comforter. Black spots filled your vision as you stood up for the first time in hours, causing you to grab Jamie's shoulder for support.

"Stooduptoofast." You said through a scrunched face.

Without a word, you felt Jamie's arms scoop around your back and behind your knees, lifting you bridal style up into his chest.

"I'll do all the work then." He smiled before planting a gentle kiss to your forehead.

-

You sat in the ER waiting room for a couple hours, since you didn't appear to be in dire need of attention. Jamie held your hand as you used his shoulder as a pillow. He stroked the back of your hand with his thumb, bringing you a much needed sense of ease.

Jamie wouldn't let go of your hand the entire time you were back in a room to be seen by the doctor. He held it as the doctor and nurses conducted tests and asked you questions. He squeezed it and rubbed your back with his other hand as the nurse inserted an IV port to give you fluids, as per the doctor's orders. You flinched and looked away as you felt the sting of the needle in your wrist.

"You're doing great, darling." He whispered as the nurse walked out.

"What if I have a tumor or something? What if I'm having an aneurism?" You couldn't help but start to feel the slight panic set in while lying in the hospital bed.

Jamie came and sat along side you on the small rickety bed. "Oh, no, no of course you don't have any of those horrible things! We're just here to make you feel better, and you will in no time." He brought a hand up to tuck your hair behind your ear.

You leaned your head against his hand. You were so grateful for Jamie, he always knew how to make you feel better. He smiled and cupped your cheek.

"Hello! Oh, so sorry to interrupt." The doctor said from the doorway as you both looked over to him. "I just wanted to pop in to let you know that your work ups look pretty good. A little low on potassium, blood sugar is also very low, which might be why you're feeling a little weak and tired. But otherwise nothing of major concern. Your head looks okay, CT scan is normal. I would probably say a combination of stress and you're a likely dehydrated, which the fluids should remedy. Once you're finished with that bag there, I think I would be comfortable discharging you." He smiled.

"Sounds great, thank you." You smiled at the doctor.

"Wonderful, thank you so much." Jamie also smiled to him.

"Thank god..." You chuckled.

"See, you're alright and on your way to feeling better. I love you, darling." He kissed your cheek.

"I love you too."

-

Once the bag of fluids had finished, the nurses removed the needle and supplied you with discharge papers. The doctor was right, with the fluids, your head did start to feel a lot better.

Jamie took you home and you headed straight back to bed without a word. He followed you into the bedroom, leaning against the doorway as you climbed under the covers again.

"Do you want me to get you anything? I can make you something to eat." He looked to you, watching you settle in.

"No, I'm okay. Thank you though." You paused in your settling, looking over to Jamie. You knew he was right and that you should have something, but you didn't want to eat.

He let out a quiet sigh, slowly coming toward you and climbing into bed with you. He took you in his arms, looking to you with eyes, pleading.

"Sweetheart...please, let me make you something to eat. It's been over 24 hours since you last had something. It will help, I promise." He kissed your temple.

You turned to him, about to protest, but the look in his eyes hit you directly in the gut. He looked at you as if you were a fragile heirloom he had discovered in the dusty attic. He just wanted to take care of you, he wanted to see you shine again.

"Okay...you're probably right, babe. Thank you for taking care of me." You smiled meekly up at him.

He pulled you into him even tighter, wrapping you in a hug. He held you for a moment before pulling you back and holding you at arm's length. He caressed your shoulder with his thumb.

"Listen...I know things are tough for you right now...I know. But I also know that you are so strong. And even when you're not, I'm here to hold your hand and help you see it through, alright?" He smiled.

The tears immediately filled your eyes. Almost as if the love you felt for this man before you was spilling out through your eyes. You found your hands coming up to either side of his cheeks, pulling him forward to meet at your lips.

You pulled away, sniffling your tears away. "I do know that. You're always there for me. Thank you."

"You can thank me by eating the pasta I'm about to make you." He brought his hand up to playfully boop your nose. "Then we're even."

[stxrliasfics]

Catharsis - Jamie Campbell Bower Smut

Pairing: rockstar gn!reader x jamie (enemies to lovers kinda sorta ???)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.3k

(just now realizing i never explained: D/N stands for “Drummer’s name” and B/N stands for “Bassist’s name” sorry just in case you were confused LMAO)

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A/N: I have returned from hiatus with something new!!! To start off the new year, I present to you this wonderful masterpiece that was really intended for my two beautiful friends (they're big Jamie enthusiasts!)

Some say it’s better to keep your friends close and your enemies closer. That was utter bullshit to you. And maybe you were too callow to seemingly miss the meaning, but if your enemies were burning alive right in front of you, you wouldn’t even piss on the fire to put them out. Especially if it were Jamie Bower.

You’ve known him since you joined your band, replacing the former lead guitarist. There was limited interaction between you two from the start. 5 years since then and there has still never been a praising comment from him. It was always constant nitpicking at your solos or the way you played your parts entirely. He didn’t want to cooperate with you at all. You’ve come to realize that.

“You two need to get it together,” said your bandmate, D/N. The morning had started off just fine at rehearsal until Jamie was yelling about you continuously missing a note. “We have two more days until we play this fucking show and you’re acting like babies.”

Jamie glared your way as if the message was really intended for you. As if YOU were the problem. You glared right back at him, mentally boring holes into his skull with your bandmates in the crossfire of tension.

He took the strap of his guitar off his shoulders, threw the instrument down, and muttered something as he stomped off stage.

“Dick,” you called. The sound engineers came running with their clipboards and exasperated looks on their faces. 

“Can someone go after him? We’ve barely made it through set,” One of them argued — a burly bald guy with a prominent Yorkshire accent. D/N hurried off the stage in pursuit of Jamie. You turned the volume off on your guitar, set it by the wall of amps, and sat down on a stool. Truly at a loss, you didn’t know which direction to take. You didn’t want to stay somewhere you weren’t welcome. Five years was long enough — but you couldn’t just give up that easily. You didn’t want to be seen as weak, you didn’t want to sulk around anymore and hope to gain the approval of someone so cruel. So you got up and turned your guitar back up. 

When D/N came back with no Jamie in sight, relieving air filled your lungs. Your body relaxed. 

“Come on, we’ve got a show to play, yeah?” You put your guitar strap back over your shoulder. 

“But Jamie—,” B/N started.

“He ran off somewhere,” said D/N. “Got in his car and drove off.”

“We can practice without him,” you said, turning to the sound engineers. “Go on. We’re ready.”

The last few days of rehearsal surprisingly went by with no problems. There was a “Hurry up and get it done” frame of mind settling into everyone, so there was no time for Jamie to start throwing a tantrum. Neither of you two looked at each other for those last few days. You focused your energy more on your excitement for the big day as you stared out into the stadium, imagining all of the bright faces drunk on echoing notes ringing their ears. Everything was good until the show on Thursday.

For more content catered to the fans, you thought it would be a good idea to strap a tiny camera to your forehead, showing a different point of view of your playing. The headband that held the camera was unbearable. So much so that you could feel the elastic digging into your skin, itching below your hairline. Refraining from clawing at your skin, you kept your focus on your fingers dancing on the fretboard and the stinging in your muscles.

During the last song of the night, the last hurrah for the closing show, your eyes closed briefly and your body was thrown into the shockwave of the moment. When they opened, smoke carried off your vision and everything felt lighter. Before you knew it, you were flying above clouds of hands carrying you away. The exhilaration pumping cold through your veins, you lost awareness until you were brought back to the forefront. Every piece of you…except for the camera.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Jamie’s yells could’ve been heard all throughout backstage as he stormed after you, face red with anger. The show was done and everyone was starting to pour out.  

You whipped around at him. “It was an accident!” The elastic strap was still itching the skin of your forehead. 

“Hey, chill out,” said B/N, stepping in the middle with outstretched arms to hold you two apart. Jamie smacked their hand away.

“The camera. They lost the camera!” he was still glaring at you, harder than ever before. 

“It was an accident! We can get it back.”

At this point, Jamie had stepped away from the boundary B/N placed and was getting closer to you. Hell’s blaze burned bright in his eyes. “It wouldn’t have gotten lost anyway if you weren’t being such a dumbass.” 

“Get out of my face,” your voice dropped low and your eyes hardened. He took some steps back, jaw still clenched, and urged out his last word as always.

“You are the most useless thing that’s ever happened to this band.” 

You watched him edge back out to the stage where fans cheered on his return. Your bandmates surrounded you with somber expressions, yet avoided the crossfire. 

Apparently, the camera was found, but no one had told you that. When you arrived back to your flat the next morning, you had closed yourself up in your bedroom and slept the pooling anxiety away. Jamie’s words hit right at your pride. Useless rung in your ears to the beat of his tone. And you were really starting to believe that, but there was no way you were letting this continue on any further. Screw Jamie. Screw the band. You were out.

The biting wind of mid-November had come in for another time. Streets were covered in cold rain — normality for England. It had been raining nonstop for a few weeks. Cleary skies seemed rare. Your days lazing around the house were all the more dreary. With your band on a short break, you were left to dwell in your bed. Your final thoughts forced you to make a stomach-churning move — a compulsive decision that could possibly break the bridges. 

You were going to talk to Jamie. 

The night before, you were pacing the room with your phone in your hand. Every thought that bubbled up into a word didn’t make sense. Every sentence frayed into a mere memory. It would’ve been difficult to get up with him, considering that you two weren’t really on speaking terms. He did reply to your message hours later. With a thumbs up emoji. You started to get irritated but a thumbs up was better than no response at all. 

You planned to meet up at a cafe near your flat that morning. It was still rainy, so you made sure to grab an umbrella. You rehearsed everything that you were going to say over in your head, silently mouthing it to yourself as you reached the place. Jamie hadn’t arrived yet. There was no sign of his light blonde hair given. You ordered a small coffee to hold your patience in the meantime. 

Heat transferred from the paper cup, warming your frostbitten hands. If it weren’t for all the eyes around you, you would’ve used it to warm your face as well. Possibly fans trying to scope out. Their eyes left you as soon as the cafe’s door jingled and Jamie walked in. 

His hair was tied up and he was wearing all black. Standard Jamie attire. Further more, this made him recognizable amongst the teen fans gawking at you two. You could see his hardened demeanor although he tried to be stoic. When he sat down in front of you, your throat had dried up and everything you wanted to say flew south. You went bitch. 

“Hi, Jamie,” was all that could come out. It didn’t even sound like you. All shaky and weak. Sometimes confrontation wasn’t your strongest suit. It didn’t help that you couldn’t see his eyes. Was he looking at you or behind you? 

“About the camera,” you tried your best not to stutter. “I’m sorry for being ignorant about it.

A short exhale meant to be sarcastic laughter escaped from Jamie. His face stayed blank. 

“You’re not going to say anything?” you poked on. 

“What do you want me to say?” his voice was foreign. Softer than what you were used to but still housed a cold undertone. 

“The way that you’ve been treating me lately. I’d like an explanation for it.” 

He looked out of the window with his arms crossed on the table, not saying a word.      

“What’s your problem with me, mate? I work my ass off and you act like I do nothing. If the camera thing was the last straw then once again, I apologize. I seriously didn’t mean to do it.” 

He looked from the window to the table, watching it in a few seconds of silence. The whole time you watched and waited.  

“I don’t have a problem with you,” he said. Thinking you had imagined it, you eyed him in confusion. 

“You wouldn’t just shit on me for nothing, then.”

He only gave you a shrug. You probed further. 

“What is it? What do I need to change for you to like me?” you hissed. “What’s your problem with me?—” 

“Excuse me. We’re big fans of your music,” Two girls who looked like they were no older than 15 came up to your table. “Could we please have a picture?” 

“I’m so sorry, we’re in the middle of a private meeting,” you apologized. The girls frowned and issued profuse apologies for interrupting you two before Jamie butted in. 

“We can give you our autographs if you have something for us to sign, though!” 

Once again you had to do a double take as Jamie was now smiling. He sounded so sweet. Of course, that was the mask always on display for anyone outside of the band. He held a genuine smile when talking to the girls, taking in every word they said to him. When the girls left, however, he returned to his normal self. You wondered how he made it seem so genuine. Maybe he wasn’t just faking it with them. 

“So?” you said. He turned back to you. 

“So?” he said. That nonchalant tone of voice irked the hell out of you. He didn’t care. Was he even listening to you? 

“I want an explanation. An apology. Something!”

Jamie shrugged again. It took all your might not to smack the shit out of him right then and there. 

“Fine,” Gritting your teeth in uproaring anger, you began to sit up with your still full coffee in hand. “I’m out of the band.” 

You pushed the door to the cafe open, holding back the hard lump in your throat and trying to take a deep breath before it all went out. You had let it all go. Everything you worked hard for. You regretted it, but it didn’t matter. You could get anywhere on your own. Fuck everything. 

Ever since that day at the cafe, there had been no contact between you or anyone from the band. Radio silence. It wasn’t until one Saturday evening that B/N called about a party. You had no plans to go out. Still, it wouldn’t have hurt to show your face. You were sure your bandmates hadn’t known about your self-dismissal. 

You got ready at 9:00, 15 minutes before you were to meet up with them. Silently, you hoped that a certain someone wouldn’t be there. Really, you didn’t want to face anyone right now. Something about it was too embarrassing. 

All of your friends were meeting up at a nightclub. Big and fancy, it was. One of the biggest in the city, perhaps. Only high-profiled people filled it up. Your band had played here before. 

It was one of the club's usual busy nights. Anything that you could think of went down here. It was a chance for everyone to go buck wild and let loose for one night before they got up in the morning with a bottle of aspirin and an unkempt tie. For these to be important people in the industry, you’d think they’d be more civilized. Then again, you thought of what industry you were apart of. Yeah. A band manager snorting coke off of a pornstar’s chest wasn’t surprising. 

Through sweaty bodies and seizure-inducing lights, you couldn’t see your bandmates at all. You dialed B/N’s number and hoped that they would be able to hear you over the thumping music. During which, some drunk asshole had bumped into you rather harshly, nearly knocking your phone out of your hand. You gave the guy a side-eye and held the phone up to your ear. 

“Hey,” B/N’s voice came through the speaker after the second dial tone. “You on your way?”

“Yeah, I’m here,” you yelled over the music. “Where are you?” 

“V.I.P. room. It’s at the back,” they said. “Fair warning, though—”

“What?!” you covered one ear with your index finger to try and hear better. 

“I’ll just tell you when you come over. I’ll be waiting outside of the curtain.”

Their voice was replaced by the beep of the call ending. You huffed out a sigh of annoyance, still pushing past a bunch of people. You finally saw the V.I.P. lounge and B/N where they said they would be. They waved you over.

“Hey,” you said. This area of the club was quieter since there weren’t any speakers nearby.

B/N looked to be on their toes. You couldn’t put your finger on it. It was like they wanted to tell you something but it wouldn’t get past their lips. 

“What’s up?” you spoke again. 

“Jamie’s in there,” they said lowly. As soon as those words left their mouth, the purple curtain shielding the V.I.P. lounge drew back. Your eyes shifted to an emerging Jamie holding a giggling person's hand. He didn’t look up at you. Neither of them did. You rolled your eyes. 

“So?” B/N said. 

“So,” you shrugged. “I’m not going to let that ruin my night.” 

Again, you tried to seem nonchalant. In truth, WANTED a reaction. Just a simple glance would do. You wanted to be seen. Maybe just to shoot him an even meaner look than what he would’ve given you. And you knew that he had seen you. Why wasn’t he saying anything? No thoughts on the meeting from a few weeks ago at all? 

To further prove your point that you didn’t care (and why would you?), you wasted the night away by downing drinks. Not too many, but enough to get you a little buzzed so that you could take on the rest of what the night would bring. You sat in your invisible bubble at the bar, contemplating exactly why you would care. Why it was so important to get Jamie’s attention. You downed a shot of your drink. It fired up your insides in a quick flash, starting from the tip of your ears and down. There was no use in thinking about this. What more could you do? 

Floating into your absent land, the smell of spicy cologne filled your nose. You felt someone lean into you from the side and whisper in your ear.

“I need to talk to you,” the voice said. You turned to see it was Jamie. Shadows danced in his piercing eyes, the same way they did whenever he was trying to be intimidating.

“What do you want?” you said in a monotone.  

“Please. I’ll be quick.” 

The two of you disappeared to the upstairs lounge in the club. There was a bar up here too, occupied by people having more civilized and controlled conversations. You ambled over to the black couches nearby and took a seat, Jamie sitting beside you. You stayed in awkward silence for what seemed like forever. From beside you, the man was engaged in thought, trying to find something to say. He had his hands clasped as if he were saying a prayer and held it close to his mouth. 

I don’t have all day, you mused. His sigh filled your thoughts.

“I’m sorry,” he started off. He wasn’t looking at you. His eyes were trained on the floor. 

You waited for more, then said, “How do I know you mean it?” 

“No, I do. I really do mean it.” 

“You still haven’t answered my question,” you said, looking at him. “Remember?” 

“I don’t hate you,” he replied. Not at all.” 

There was a flash of amusement on your face. That was the only emotion you could find.

With another sigh, he repeated like a broken record, “I don’t hate you, Y/N. Quite the opposite.”

You quirked a brow as if to tell him to go on. He wanted to. His lips were moving as if grasping for something in the air and pulling it to his cords. 

“I-I don’t know,” his voice went low.  

“You know what, you’re a dickhead,” you took another sip of the sharp tequila. “Good job. Good fucking job.” 

“On what?”

“You’re just…so hard to figure out. I don’t get you.”

“I didn’t mean what I said that night. When I said you were useless to the band and all that. That’s not true at all.” 

A satisfied grin was urging on your lips as you had gotten what you wanted. You hid it with the rim of your cup. Down went the last drop and you set the cup down. 

“I admire you, Y/N,” he went on. “A lot, actually.” 

“So what’s up with you being a dick to me then?”

“I guess…I’m jealous of you.”

The way his words edged out so hesitantly, you didn’t believe it. Because why in the world would Jamie Bower be jealous of you? But his demeanor, the softness in his body language — if he were playing a joke on you, he did a damn good job at acting. 

“Oh, bullshit,” you said dismissively. 

“You’re an amazing guitarist, and you're the most poetic person I've ever met,” he rattled on. “You're everything I want to be and I just...hate that I'm not, I guess. You’re the backbone of our band." 

Really looking at him this time, you could tell he meant it. There was sincerity hidden in that black heart of his. You never thought you’d see the day. There was no room in you to take this in. 

You stammered, “I—uh—got to get going.” 

Jamie shot up from the chair when you did and trailed after you. “Wait, Y/N. You’ve had too much to drink,” he said. “Let me take you home.”

“No, I’m fine.” you waved him off and walked back downstairs. The beating music in the main part of the club filled your ears once more, pounding a headache into your head. You wanted tonight to be a brain fog in the morning. One that you couldn’t remember for a long time. You couldn’t tell if it was embarrassment or if it was the praise you always wanted getting to you. Your face was hot and flushed from being flustered as you ran out of the doors. You could sense that he was still following you. His presence loomed over like a shadow. 

“Y/N,” you heard him call, proving your suspicion right.

“I’m calling a taxi,” you said, searching your coat pockets for your phone. 

“Listen to me. I meant what I said back there. I really, really admire you.” 

“That doesn’t just take away the constant hell you’ve been putting me through this whole time,” you argued. “What? Out of envy? Get fucked.” your fingers typed aggressively on the keypads. 

“Y/N,” you felt him grab your shoulder and spin around. Your legs turned to jelly from the sudden touch. You hated that. Jamie was so close you could feel nearly every fiber of him. Smoke from the cold night air escaped past his parted lips. “I’m so, so, sorry. Please, if I have to get down on my knees just to keep you in the band then I will. I’m sorry for being so shitty.” 

Too nervous to meet his eyes again, you looked to the concrete. Your heart was racing so much, fluttering butterflies trapped in your throat. 

“Let me take you home,” he said again. “Please?”

“What happened to your friend from earlier?” you said. The image of them holding hands flashed in your mind.

“Someone to fill up space, I guess,” he muttered. Both of his hands were placed on your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. There was a sense of sudden gravitation towards this man. Something that was so unfamiliar you were questioning yourself. Could you still hate him even after this? 

“You really are something, Bower.” your whisper was carried by midnight’s wind. 

It was like the space between you was getting tighter. Your eyes traveled to his lips which were half covered by the lights of the nightclub. You didn’t get any closer but paid attention to the way his soft lips moved as he spoke.

“Will you let me take you home?” 

You nodded. “I’ll just tell B/N that I went with you then.”

For the first week of the new month, you distracted yourself with music. Your bandmates still knew nothing of you quitting, as far as you knew. Your mind was still consumed with Jamie Bower and that night at the club. How quiet and frail the air seemed during that car ride. How his goodnight made you burn up more than the tequila you were drinking. Everything you did to ignore it didn’t work. You guessed that it could’ve been some obsessive type of thing. What other explanation was there?

Currently, you were stationed at your desk, scribbling down lyrics and humming along to match them. Nothing would work along with these words. You kept scribbling and erasing, scribbling and erasing; until finally, you cracked and threw your pencil at the wall. 

You forced yourself out of the chair to go to the fridge. The only thing that could put an end to this madness right now was a bottle of good ‘ole Jack, which you happened to have. Call you careless for drinking so early in the morning, you didn’t give a shit. It was nice and ice cold. Mind-numbing enough to delete whatever it was you tried to explain to yourself. 

You slumped down on the couch, watching some talk show when a knock came at your door. You were too lazy to get up and hoped that it was for someone next door. 

The knock came again and you grumbled. “Come in!” you shouted.

“It’s locked,” a voice said from behind the door. It seemed you had no other choice. You got up from the couch, annoyed. And much to your dismay upon opening the door, Jamie was there. 

“Oh,” you said. 

“Can I come in?” he said. He was wearing a black top and a pair of skinny jeans. Sunglasses adorned the top of his head. You nearly dropped the bottle.

“Uh—yeah—sure.”

You stepped aside to let him in, cursing yourself inwardly for somehow manifesting this. How lucky it was to have him show up on the day of your self-concentration. 

“I came to check on you,” he then said, answering a question that was just forming in your brain. Was he reading your mind or something? “I hadn’t heard from you in awhile.” 

“I’m fine,” you plopped back down on the couch and felt it dip when Jamie sat beside you. 

“You told me that you’d call the day after and you never did.” 

“Forgot,” you muttered, taking a sip of your drink. 

“Jesus, Y/N, it’s only 9 in the morning.” 

“Don’t pretend like you care.” 

“I do. Or else I wouldn’t have come here.” his cold and calloused fingertips grazed the hand that held the bottle of your ease over and over. You had a faint realization that it would slip out of your grasp, but it didn’t. Something else had caught it while you were under Jamie’s hypnosis. He had the bottle in his hand. You watched him set it down on the coffee table in front of you. 

“I still don’t know if I trust you,” you said, half-jokingly. 

A small smile formed on his lips when he turned to you. “I understand. I only hope to earn it as time goes on.”  

You sensed your lips tugging on to a smile as well and bit the inside of your cheek to hide it. 

“You know I do care,” he said, almost in a whisper. He was closer to you now. Like magnets, you were pulled to each other; pulling to the ecstasy that lay in this tension. Only then when your noses were touching, you realized what you were doing. But in his warmth, nothing else mattered. You thought all of the butterflies would be washed away under sweet oak whiskey only to find them return at his touch. Maybe this was a form of trust. 

“I’m sorry,” Jamie pulled away immediately. “I’m so sorry.” 

“No, don’t,” you said, grabbing his face with both hands to hold on to this last moment. You didn’t want it to end here. Not with how good everything felt in this moment. Your heart was skipping beats. You thought you would go into cardiac arrest. Your whole world was engulfed in Jamie. 

When he pulled away a second time, you both were panting for air. He rested his forehead on yours, eyes clouded with hazing lust. You thought they looked beautiful.

“Y/N, I have to be honest,” he said in between the sound of your soft pants. “I want you. If you’ll let me—” 

Your lips collided again as your hands roamed his body. You could smell the tobacco leaves protruding from him, getting drunk off of this scent alone. You moaned softly into the kiss. 

It felt like your entire being was pulsating, waiting for this magical moment. Jamie had to have felt the same too. He looked as if he could lose it at any moment. 

“Do you want to stay here or go to the bedroom?” you asked. “There’s more room.” 

“Whatever you want,”  he replied and started to trail pecks down your neck. You moaned, biting your bottom lip. 

“Let’s go then.”

Jamie followed behind you like a lost little puppy as you carried him upstairs by the arm. Once the two of you were inside your bedroom he spun you around and picked you up, placing you on the bed. You giggled as he climbed on top of you. 

“I don’t have a condom,” he muttered into your neck. 

You reached over to your nightstand and opened the drawer, pulling out a blue box of latex condoms and a bottle of lube, throwing it over to him. He snorted a laugh, picking up both. 

“Why do you have these?” 

“Just in case, you know,” you shrugged and watched him examine them. “Hurry up. You’ve already got me riled up.” 

Jamie chuckled. “I have to admit, I’m a bit jealous.” 

“Awe, someone’s jealous?” you slid your hands under his shirt, contacting the warm skin and bones underneath. You felt him shudder. Perhaps because your hands were freezing cold. 

“Very,” his hands traveled to your thighs. “Can’t have anyone else touching you.” 

“Already possessive, are we?” you helped him lift his shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor. Both of your clothes had been discarded, stored away in the confines of your worlds with the least worries. 

Once you two were prepped, you took advantage by wrestling him to the sheets and climbing on his lap. Seeing him in such a vulnerable state shook you all around. His nails grazed your thighs, leaving faint and temporary red marks. Soft gasps came from your lips as you sunk down on his cock. The feeling of it twitching inside drove you even madder, your heat quivering around it. You began moving your hips with Jamie's eyes holding you. His hands gripped your hips. You moved faster and faster, moaning at the immense pleasure in your core.   

“Jesus, Y/N,” he groaned, admiring the view of your sweaty body. Every thump inside sent you into overdrive. It was like a fire had started in your body, carrying off from your chest down to your toes. Your hands grasped at his pecs. You leaned down, breathless, bouncing on his thick cock as if your life depended on it. His punched-out moans vibrated your eardrums.   

“That feel good?” you gloated with a smile. 

“Fuck yeah,” was all he could muster. You began marking his neck with hickeys, sucking and biting while you drove his soul out, letting out a pleased hum when you found your spot. “You gonna come?” he says, deep voice penetrating your ears. You moaned again, digging your nails into his pecs. Your body shuddered as your orgasm hit. Jamie held you tighter. You never thought you’d be this close before. 

You didn’t stop moving your hips, wading through the aftershocks and overstimulation with tightened eyes. Not long after, Jamie had come too, letting out a relieved sigh as he spilled into the condom. You thought it to be twisted how you wanted to feel every bit of it. Greedy, almost. How you wanted to just get rid of this god-forsaken barrier and feel ALL of him. It wasn’t nearly as good as having it drip out of you. 

A small gasp left your throat at the loss of heat when he slipped out. But he was still hanging on to you as he sat up, edging his tongue in your mouth one last time. 

You broke away from him, saying, “I can’t believe we just did that.” 

“Me neither,” he replied. “That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy it, though.” 

You scooted away from him and watched as he removed the condom, throwing it in the bin and grabbing his clothes. A frown was about to slip on your face, realizing it was all over.  

Jamie must’ve noticed when he glanced at you. It took him no time to slip his clothes back on. 

“Why the long face?” he said, sitting down beside you on the messy sheets. 

“Nothing,” you gave him a thin smile. “Just…where exactly do we go from here?” 

“Well, I don’t want to stop talking to you or anything.”

“I don’t either. It just feels weird.”

Jamie’s brows furrowed. “Weird?” The look made you a bit nervous. 

“Not like a bad weird,” you explained quickly, laughing. “I mean, we’ve never been on the best of terms, Jamie. We just fucked.” 

“True,” he smiled. “I do hope that this…situation doesn’t affect us. I want us to be on good terms. Not just as bandmates, you know?” 

“Of course.” 

He pecked you on the cheek and stood up. “Gotta get going,” he said. “We’re heading to the studio today. Do you want to come?”

“Don’t know if I can,” you chuckled. 

“I never told them you left. Don’t worry. Your spot’s always open.”  

The two of you said your final goodbyes that day. It was like nothing had ever happened. You were left with nothing but a ghost of your time. Crawling up into your bubble again, you wondered just how much more confusing Jamie Bower could get from here. It wasn’t very fun when you were still figuring him out.

[bebx]

“I don’t need therapy because my comfort characters are my therapy” and it turns out the comfort characters in question are the ones who need therapy the most

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𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖊𝖜 | by : 𝓐𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓪

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞 : you flee from your kingdom after you found out about the secret agenda from your groom to be, you got into an accident in the forbidden place, who would risk to save you when its against from your world to interact with the other side?

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : 18+ Knight!Eddie Munson x FEM!Princess Reader, language, reader and Eddie are both (21), amnesia, vi0lence, murder, arrange marriage, bl00d (not gore), the story is set in 17th century

𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : Knight!Eddie Munson x FEM!Princess Reader

𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙 : MDNI‼️angst, fluff, eventual smut, upside down exists in this story, dark fantasy, action, romance

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 𝕿𝖔 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 : I missed making series and I've been wanting to make this for such a long time and I hope you'll enjoy it and love it :))

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𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖

✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓞𝓷𝓮 : o𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝔀𝓸 : 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗

✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 : 𝚃𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗

✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓕𝓸𝓾𝓻 : 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎

✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓕𝓲𝓿𝓮 : 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎

✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓲𝔁 : 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚖 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍

✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 : 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎?

𝕖𝕡𝕚𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖 (✎ still in progress)

[harrywavycurly]

Welcome to the masterlist for The Cheater Joseph Quinn series! In this series Joe has done the unthinkable and cheated on you, this series will show how you found out and how you deal with it and eventually move on from it. You’re probably wondering why Dacre is in the middle of the banner and that’s because while Joe might’ve broken your heart someone with an Australian accent comes along and fixes it. If that sounds interesting to you then here we go!❤️

*this is mainly a texting series but I’ll have all the other stuff linked below as well*

Status: Complete🖤

Requests: here

TW: Mentions of cheating and cursing

Conversations: coming soon✨

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Part 1: Where are you?

Part 2: Boxes

Part 3: Coffee and Donuts

Part 4: Goodbye

Part 5: It takes Two

Part 6: Thunder from Down Under

Part 7: Just Answer the Question

Part 8: Tell Me Everything

Part 9: Pathetic

Part 10: Might As Well

Part 11: Can We Talk?

Part 12: The J Crew

Part 13: Nightstand

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[themoonsbride]

Hi I just love your stories

Could I make a request with Jace

Reader is having a bad day from a terrible breakup.

She goes to the local cafe on the corner and happens to run into Jace.

He sits down next to her and buys her a cappuccino and asks her what's wrong

They get to know each other and eventually he asks her out of a date.

If you could fill in all the little details like him putting his arm around her and them looking into each other's eyes that would be wonderful

I read your stories and they make me feel happy and warm inside

You're a beautiful writer

Don't ever stop and follow your dreams You make the small part of the internet very happy

hi oh my gosh!!! i love you, literally made my entire week your so lovely. i hope you have the best day/night. <33

I'd love to write that for you. Sorry it took me so long to publish it!!

We Started as Strangers .

pairing; jace wayland x f!reader

Summary; Reader gets broken up with and feels horrible about herself, meets Jace inside of a local café, he ends up making small talk with her noticing she's upset, they end up flirting quite a bit and go out on their first date together.

Warnings; none, all fluff (some mild angst too.)

a/n: sorry I haven't been updating recently, I haven't had much motivation, I've been having a rough week and other things going on in my life have been stressful. I'll try to start updating more . :)

"Are you serious right now?!" You yelled at your now to be ex boyfriend inside the parking lot. There were nosy customers who'd been eavesdropping inside their cars and staring, people pushing their shopping carts to their cars and loading their trunks couldn't help themselves from staring. But you didn't care, infact that was the last of your worries due to your lover of almost 8 months was ending things with you. Sure 8 months couldn't compare to a relationship of 5 years, but it still broke you.

"Yeah Y/n, I am serious. Now get out of my sight." He replied coldly before hearing the sound of his car unlocking. Reality felt broken, like there was a wrinkle in time. Warm salt rivers streamed down your red cheeks.

"Fuck you!" you screamed and tore off the necklace that was clasped around your neck and threw it in his direction, hitting him in the jaw, making him flink and curse. He glared at you, his eyes cold and filled with anger.

"You're so fucking pathetic and childish. Goodbye Y/n." He stated sternly before getting inside his car. You felt rage overfill all the sadness inside your veins and core and kicked one of his back tires and stormed away. You felt lost. You felt broken. Tears blurred your vision and, your lungs stung from how furiously you were inhaling and exhaling.

You entered your car and rested your forehead ontop of the slim, leather, steering wheel and started to scream. Your throat feeling scratchy and soon hoarse. You started your car and started to drive to your favorite place in town, Java Jones. it was a nice café and sometimes people did live comedy and readings, you usually didn't go there for the open mic nights though.

Mainly just for their coffee and sweet treats.

You parked your car on next to the curb and walked a few blocks down, past a club and a few clothing stores before reaching the doubled glass doors of the small café. You looked around with your teary puffy eyes and found an empty booth and sat down. You stared outside watching the people walk past, and other strangers entering stores across the street. You looked down at your hands, your fingernails were bitten down to skin, it must've happened before your boyfriend ex broke up with you. You had that feeling deep inside your belly that you always got when something bad was bound to happen.

You were nervous and couldn't figure out what possible bad thing could've happened. Your mind presumed the idea it could've been your boyfriend breaking up with you. He was being so distant and you were sick of it and missed him, needed him. So what did you do instead of call his phone and talk it out? you followed him and confronted him.

Yeah great going, now you're single!

You hadn't even realized you were crying again until you noticed there were small pools of tears on the booth table. You looked up from your booth and saw other couples having cute dates, sharing milkshakes and small treats. It made you feel more broken and empty inside.

You looked out the window again, and saw in the reflection that a guy was approaching you, he was dressed in all black and had slick back blonde hair. he seemed young, maybe around his mid 20's ish.

"Excuse me?" He spoke. His accent had taken you back by suprise as you turned and tried to avoid eye contact, not wanting a complete stranger to see you crying. You must've looked an absolute mess infront of him. you felt embarrassed.

"Is this seat taken?" He asked softly, you shook your head no in response.

"No you can sit." You murmured back, and he sat across from you, he folded his hands in his lap as he noticed you were looking out the window, and saw your ruined mascara in your reflection along with your red puffy face.

"Is everything alright?" The sincerity was tracing inside his words and wrapping around you into a transparent hug. You looked over at him and wiped one of your tears off your cheek.

"No, I mean not really." You said meekly, you felt so small and empty. It felt weird opening up to someone you didn't know.

"Want to talk about it?" He said gently grabbing one of your hands and rubbing his thumb against the back of it soothingly. You looked down at the both of your hands and looked back up at him, his baby blue eyes seemed so welcoming.

You nodded at him and he gave you a tiny heartfelt smile as you breathed in deeply.

"My boyfriend just broke up with me." the word's fell off your tounge unexpectedly. it felt like they had all mixed and scrambled inside your throat before you spoke, but surprisingly, you were able to get full sentences out.

You ended up going on a whole rant about how you and your boyfriend broke up and how it made you feel, when you made eye contact with him once more. you realized you'd been going on and on. You also realized he was also holding both of your hands now.

"I'm so sorry Dear, surely he'll regret it, giving up someone who seems so amazing and brilliant." He said smiling at you, you felt your own lips start to stretch into a smile too.

"Why don't we get some coffee. yeah?" He seemed so nice and sweet. You didn't even know his name and now here he was, offering to get you guys coffee.

You lightly nodded your head before he get up from the booth and walked up to the counter, getting you a cappuccino and just regular black coffee for himself. He came back with his same soft smile plastered across his face before sitting across from you again. He lightly pushed your coffee over towards you as you smiled again, it almost felt like your cheeks were becoming warm, and you weren't sure if it was from the cappuccino, or from,,, shit.

his name.

"Uh.." you mumbled as he sipped his coffee, raising his brows at you.

"Sorry, do you not like cappuccinos?" He asked putting his cup back onto the table.

"No, it's not that it's just.. I don't know your name." you felt yourself grow shy inside.

he laughed at himself before placing his head in his hands, dragging them down his face before flashing you that amazing smile again.

"My apologies dear. Jace, Jace Wayland. but you could just call me Jace." He said grabbing one of your hands again, you swore you saw him wink at you at the end of his last sentence.

we're you guys flirting? was he flirting with you? he didn't even know your name, which you figured you should probably tell him by now too.

"Y/n." You said smirking .

"Y/n L/n, or you know. you could just call me Y/n." As the both of you giggled at your mocking of his words. looking into eachothers eyes intensely, it almost felt a bit intimate.

After about 4 months of knowing Jace, you'd completely forgotten your ex. You felt so different around Jace, the way he'd smile at you, how he'd hold your hand, how intense your butterflies were around him. You were too scared to make a move, you didn't know or really think he liked you too.

But there was a small part inside of you that desperately hoped he was just scared too, scared you didn't like him, because he liked you too.

You hoped so because he'd make you feel shy inside, and your body feel like it was going numb, or tingling whenever he'd look into your eyes, they looked like beautiful shining sapphires. How he'd make you feel like you were on top of the world when he made small flirty remarks towards you, and how your face would heat up just by looking at him from afar, and close up.

You were at Java Jones. Sitting in that same booth, that same day you met him. Waiting for Jace to arrive, and nearly almost 5 or 10 minutes later. there he was, entering the café and sitting down across from you. You smiled at him happily, he returned the same, though it seemed more nervous than he'd normally be.

"Hey Y/n?" He said shyly, trying trying avoid looking into your beautiful eyes and how gorgeous they'd look in the sunlight that beemed through the window.

"Yeah Jace?" You responded, grabbing his hands, trying to sooth his nerves, it was obvious to you that he felt anxious, maybe even a bit scared.

It made your heart start to race slightly, Jace was never scared, or anxious. He was always brave and kept his head held up high. It was one of the reasons you secretly loved him.

"I wanted to ask you something." His voice was sounded far and the type of anxious you'd feel piting inside of your stomach while you'd wait for your grade on a big test, or were checking your returned email from your dream collage to see if you either got in, or got denied.

You hummed in response, feeling like your arms were starting to tremble from how anxious you were becoming as a reaction to Jace being anxious for what seemed like the first time you'd ever met him.

"I wanted to know if.." He stopped himself mid sentence, you felt your breath hitch inside your throat.

"If, you'd like to go out. to dinner, tonight?" He murmured over to you, the words flowing into your ears, you weren't sure if you heard him correctly, or if you could hear anything at all. Your Heart felt like it was exploding into confetti along with the butterflies that were tickling the insides of your stomach and around your ribcage.

You examined his face to check if he were serious, and by his expression. He was, at first he thought your silence was your way of rejection, and he'd start to feel regret bubbling up inside of him until you smiled at him and your eyes had happiness glaze over them as you nodded your head.

"Yes, yes I'd love that Jace." You said, trying to keep calm and collected as he smiled back at you, he dragged your hands down the table as you both stood to leave the café, with his arm wrapped around your waist.

[eddieschains]

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[creelarke]

How would Scott react to learning about what Henry did? Precisely after he became Vecna. I know there’re theories about Edward Creel and all that but in case of Henry actually being Vecna, how would Scotf react to that?

I know in this other ask, I may have made it sound like my headcanon for Scott was that “Scott was willing to overlook the crimes Vecna committed for old times’ sake”, which is not true. so I think I’m gonna use this ask to go deeper into the details about what I think would happen under the circumstances. since this wasn’t the main focus of that last ask, so I didn’t want to get carried away there.

and lastly before we get into it, in case anyone who’s not familiar with Creelarke stumbles upon this, this is about the headcanon slash theory that Henry Creel and Scott Clarke were childhood best friends who may or may not have developed feelings for each other before Henry got taken away by Doctor Brenner. if it’s not your cup of tea, you can stop reading now.

if you’re still here, let’s get into it.

Scott would absolutely, undoubtedly be horrified by what Henry did. Scott loved his students like they were his own children. so no, there was no way Scott would condone this shit.

he would be angry. but beyond that, Scott would be deeply hurt because the one responsible for all these deaths was Henry. his Henry. Scott would have a very difficult time trying to process it all, what went wrong, what’d happened to Henry that it turned him into a monster who hurt innocent children like this. Scott might be in denial for a while. basically Scott would be completely lost, angry and deeply hurt. and he would feel betrayed, too.

does this mean Scott hates Henry and sees him as a monster now? honestly, I think Scott would want to hate Henry and to be able to see him as a monster. he would want to erase all of the memories they shared together during their youth from his head, and he wished he really wished Henry were dead. or that someone would kill him. but what angered Scott the most is that Scott knew he couldn’t hate Henry even if he wanted to.

this doesn’t mean Scott doesn’t really love his students - or the kids at the lab - who were hurt by Henry, either. I think it will be very, very complicated. because Scott loves those kids, and he loves Henry. and it’s Henry who hurt those kids. and Scott hates himself, he’s even disgusted at himself, for not being able to really hate Henry.

there would be so many bitter, hurtful words throwing back and forth between Scott and Henry (now as Vecna), so many tears, and basically it wouldn’t be a ‘wholesome reunion’ but an ugly, angsty one with hundreds of feelings involved; Scott feeling like he might choke on his sob upon learning Henry is alive, and feeling like his heart was being ripped out of his chest because it’s Henry who did all of these horrible things.

but once Scott found out what really happened to Henry; what Henry’s mom planned on doing to him that eventually drove Henry into snapping and lashing out that day, what Doctor Brenner and the lab did to him, I think there’s a possibility that Scott would blame himself more. because while it’s in no way Scott’s fault, Scott would think that “if he went with his instinct that told him Henry was having a problem at home, and did something to help remove Henry from that situation, maybe all of this could’ve been prevented and Henry wouldn’t have done any of these. if he only has done more”. and it’s bad because Scott would be hurting himself more by blaming himself.

but eventually, after so many tears, Scott and Henry would calm down, and they would, you know, talk. I see Scott sitting down next to a very-emotionally-defeated Henry / Vecna and reluctantly placing a hand on his shoulder, and Scott would be like “we cannot fix the past, but we can make sure the future is better. it’s never too late to change,” (cliche, I know, but still). Scott knows Henry wasn’t born evil. somehow he knows his Henry is still in there beneath all these pain and all these rage.

in the end it would be entirely up to Henry whether or not he would accept Scott’s help. and you know what, I believe Henry would.

this still doesn’t mean they’re now living happily ever after together without any consequences whatsoever. but whatever comeuppance is in store for Henry, Scott would be there by Henry’s side. he wouldn’t abandon Henry now. since Scott felt like he abandoned Henry during the time Henry was locked in Hawkins lab. again, it’s not Scott’s fault, Scott couldn’t have known about what Brenner did to Henry. but Scott would probably blame himself still.

this doesn’t mean Scott forgets about the crimes Henry committed. it doesn’t mean he condones the path Henry chose (before Henry accepted Scott’s help) and it doesn’t mean he’s betrayed those kids, that were hurt by Henry, by choosing to forgive and help Henry heal. it means Henry is Scott’s best friend, and it means Scott understands, after lots of pain and struggles, that what was done to Henry was as messed up as what Henry did to others, and that the real monster was never Henry, no matter which form Henry takes.

it will be a long road for the both of them, and it won’t be easy, but at least they have each other now.

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006

It's been two weeks since that event happened between Eddie and Madilyn, now the two were somewhere behind her backyard drinking and talking about whatever to take their minds off school and the nonhuman creature the girl ran into

Moonshine on the bay had become a tradition on nights like this when the warmth of summer was creeping around the corner, ever since they were both fifteen and in desperate need of some rebellion.

Now, without the illegality and all, it had lost some titillating appeal, but madilyn still loved going out so late and meeting him at her secret spot.  It had the perfect view of the water at night, not that it was a particularly scenic section of the sea since it was mostly cargo ships and docks and all that, but under the flickering old street lamp and the tall field elms, it was almost romantic.

 Eddie was standing while she leaned back on her hands, brandishing the liquor he’d secured for the evening.  “For you,” he offered her the opened bottle with a smile, and she took it, but waited for him to take a sip of his first.  He did, and she saw his lips curling as he drank.

“How is it?” She asked, and he stopped drinking to cough a bit.

“It’s hangin’!” he grimaced.  “But it’ll do the job.”

She took a sip while he sat down next to her,and made a face of her own.  “Ah fuck!  That’s terrible!  Where the fuck’d you get this?”

But she knew what he meant when he said it would do the job— one sip was already warming her chest, and the next, though just as disgusting as the last, made her her feel tingly at the tips of her fingers.

With their bottles halfway finished, the two sat up in the grass and watched the lights of ships go by slowly in the night.  “Had a date last night,” she blurted out suddenly, just to make conversation.

“Really?  With who?”

“You remember Jack Meyer?”

“God, I wish I didn’t,” he sneered, “what a dick ”

“Could you stop insulting all the guys I go out with?” She frowned.

“Stop going out with dicks and I will,” he bargained.

“Anyways, he was nice,” she announced firmly.  “Took me to the cinema and bought me popcorn.”

“What size?” he asked.

 “Medium.”

“Cheap bastard,” Eddie grumbled.

“Shut up!  I’m trying to tell you that it was a nice date!” She yelped, pushing him on the shoulder.  “We, um… well, maybe I shouldn’t tell you.”

“What?” he wondered.

“I mean, I tell you everything— you tell me everything.  You told me when Sharon Caldwell let you feel her tits in eighth grade, and you told me when you lost it to Annie— what was her name again?”

“Annie Shaw,” he finished for her.

“Right… so, point is, I figured I should tell you what happened with me and Jack, right?” She wondered.  When she found the courage to look over at Eddie, his expression was… intense.  Almost angry, a little terrified.

“Don’t tell me you gave it up to him,” he pleaded, leaning in a little closer.

“God no!  I just touched him a bit.”

"You did what to 'im?!" Eddie yelped.

"W-well, I dunno!" She backpedaled quickly. 

“Aw, birdie, you can do so much better than him,” he groaned.

“Okay, maybe so, but he’s the one I wanted to go out with.  And he was nice and he made me feel— I dunno, pretty?” She mumbled, afraid to sound too girlish.

“Come on, you can’t go rubbing off any guy who calls you pretty,” Eds scolded.

“This isn’t just any guy!”

“Yeah, it’s Jack Meyer.  In the fourth year, he swallowed a penny and it never came out!”

“Believe it or not, Eddie , it's not the fourth year anymore,” she frowned.  “Things are different.  We’re older.  I’m not a little kid— and I’m tired of being treated like one!”

He sighed slowly, taking another swig of the booze.  “I guess that’s fair,” he relented.  “Still… can’t stand thinking about you doing that to some guy.”

"Why?"

He seemed confused by her question and gave her a look.

"Why can't you stand thinking about it?" She interrogated.

"I… I don't know…"  He coughed a bit, clearly wanting to change the subject, but she kept staring at him as she waited for an answer.  “I guess it’s just that,” he began again, “I worry because it’s Jack, you know?  He’s a little aggressive with girls— or, he was back when I knew him.  He didn’t… pressure you into it, right?”

She thought back to the night before, and how it all happened.  “Erm, no,” she decided, “not really.”

“Not really?  What’s that mean?”

“Well, he didn’t make me do it,” she explained, “but he was… showing me how, ‘cause I didn’t know.”

“Sh-showing you?” Eds repeated.

“He, erm, he took my hand,” she remembered, feeling her heart start to race as she looked at Eddie closely.  “And he put it… he put it right here.”

It was the liquor that made her do it; she pressed her hand up to the front of his jeans, feeling him getting firmer under her touch already.  He jumped a little but didn’t stop her.

"He told me to take it out for him…" she continued, voice wavering as her whole body was suddenly shivering from nervousness, and started to open his jeans herself.

“Birdie,” Eds gasped, and she looked up at his face again.

“Do you want me to stop?” She asked him point blank.  He didn’t say anything.  “Can I keep going?”

His mouth was open slightly, and he was breathing heavily through it; he nodded. She unzipped his fly and reached in, navigating the opening of his boxers to get his cock out.  

Of course, she’d felt it before, but she’d never seen it.  It was as beautiful as a cock could be, she thought: tanner than the rest of him for some reason, flushed at the tip, still just starting to poke out from his foreskin with a teal vein running up under her palm.  Biting her lip, she wrapped her fingers a little tighter around it.  “H-he told me to stroke it, like this,” she stammered, moving her hand gently and slowly from the base to the tip and back— then again, and again.

Daring to glance up at Eddie’s face again, she saw him watching her hand with a dumbstruck expression.  She twisted her hand slightly as she reached the tip and he groaned.  "Birdie…" he sighed— his voice wore some impossible mixture of arousal, confusion, scolding, disappointment, and desperation.  It made her knees weak.  Good thing she was still kneeling on the ground, so it didn’t make much difference. She was so sloshed that standing up would’ve been a bit of an effort, anyway.

“When I was doing it right,” she continued, “he’d tell me I was bein’ good for him… it made me feel weird when he said that, but good.  You know?”

“Y-yeah…” he choked, hissing through his teeth.  

It went on that way for a little while, just his panting and the crickets chirping; though there was clear fluid leaking from the tip of his cock, she thought it might not be enough, so she pursed her lips and let her spit dribble down onto him so she could spread it out with her hand.

“Christ,” he groaned, “Jack taught you that, too?”

She nodded, and he growled a little— the sound made her chest tighten up (as well as a few other places).  His cock was starting to bob against her grip, and his breathing was faster and heavier with each stroke.  "You're close?" She noticed, and he nodded, chest heaving as he stared down at what she was doing to him.  "You can come, Ed. I want you to."

"Shit," he hissed.  "Shit, just don't stop then."

And she didn't she moved her hand even faster until it was just a blur and he "Ah, fuck!" he gasped, and come started to spurt from his pulsing cock, landing on his shirt and her hand. He was bucking up into her palm desperately.

She watched his face as it tilted back, his eyebrows knitted together, and his mouth parted in a little moan.  Her hand was still moving, and he jumped up to grab her wrist and stop her. Then it was still, and silent, except for him breathing as if he'd just run a marathon.

After a moment, he tilted his head down again and came back to reality; he instantly looked mortified.  "God, birdie," he choked, "I made a mess on you— so sorry, let me get it…"

He tried to wipe the come away with his shirt, frantically cleaning her hand up as best he could.  "It's fine, Eddie," she giggled.

"No it isn't, I've got your pretty hand all dirty now…"

Examining his focused expression as he wiped up the smears of come, she bit her lip slightly.  She did feel guilty for making up that whole story about a date with Jack Meyer that never did— and never would— happen, but it worked.  She’d never lied to Eddie like that before, but she decided to blame it on the liquor and not her desperation.  

In the two weeks since their vacation, nothing untoward whatsoever had happened between them and it was driving her crazy. He didn’t even talk about it!  She, of course, thought about it every day— well, really every night, when she touched herself and tried to remember exactly how his voice sounded in her ear.  That was what drove her to this, to getting drunk and making shit up for a chance to touch him.

"Kiss me," she said suddenly.  He looked up at her face, and they just stared at each other for a second.  

His hand dropped hers— it was clean now, or clean enough at least— and moved up to hold her face.  She sighed slightly; his thumb stroked her cheek and he smiled at her.

He gently tilted her head down and met her halfway, pressing his lips to her forehead.  Madilyn’s chest deflated and her eyes fell shut.  So this is what heartbreak feels like.

"That better?" he asked as he pulled back, moving his face down so he could look up at her with a tender smile.  She nodded, willing herself not to cry in front of him now.  

She was throwing herself at him and he was throwing her away.  "We'll always be friends, won't we?" She asked quietly.

"Aw, birdie— of course," he cooed, pulling the sad girl into a hug.  She clutched at his shoulders, digging her nails into handfuls of his ratty old Nirvana t-shirt.

He rolled back onto the grass and pulled her down with him, making her sigh and try to get away— but he wouldn't let her go.

"We'll always be friends," he promised again, "'cause otherwise who'd keep all those awful boys away from you?"

"Shut up," she rolled her eyes.

"I will," he sighed, relaxing his grip on her slightly.  "I'm gonna ease up on you, I think.  Let you date somebody if you want— even if he's a tosser.  'Cause you're right, you're not a little kid anymore.  And it's not fair to you."

She swallowed, laying her head on his chest.  She’d never actually wanted him to let her date someone else… she just wanted him to finally love her back.  But maybe this was the best she was going to get.

[bebx]

absolutely live for that moment where the villain in a piece of media realizes they’re doomed and then they reflexively show that genuine fear in their eyes, but only just for a split second before that clear evidence of fear is gone and the hatred and the anger are back and then they’re snarling at the hero again. but that fear, that lasted for only a second, is enough to let the audience know that the villain is in fact not a “soulless monster” or a “killing machine” but a human who’s been hurt and is scared, in some way they’re like a caged animal in the sense that they’re dangerous but also wounded and utterly terrified with their back against the wall.

I will forever have mad respect for the actor who portrays them and is able to deliver that raw emotion on screen. like this right here is an oscar worthy performance holy fcking shit.

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖊𝖜

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮

"𝘛𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯"

彡 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 彡

✦ 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 | 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 ✦

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞 : locked away from freedom yet again, you've come too far, you wouldn't let your guard down, won't lose hope because of one good reason

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 : light and straight to the point, I promise

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : 18+ Knight!Eddie Munson x Princess!FEM!reader, language, reader and Eddie are both (21), Henry is (30+), Jason (my apologies), use of y/n, age gap, manipulation, arrange marriage, Jason is so eager to make reader give up- so, beware of how I made him so toxic in this, harassment, rumors, town gossip, denial, reader having trust issues

𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙 : the awaiting fluff will come over soon, the first chapters will be a lot of ANGST! , the story is set in 17th century, upside down exists in this series, dark fantasy, romance, drama, action, slight Wayne reoccurring, if you squint 🤫

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 𝕿𝖔 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 : the frequent likes and the reblogs, keep em' coming because I'm literally so stoked to see y'all loving it! even though I'm still shy and couldn't believe that this little series of mine will be seen! 🥺🫶🏻

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 : I'm honestly itching to literally jump to the big revelation of Eddie's character in this, just wait til' see you guys- good things comes to those who wait ;))

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You woke up in your bedroom

Haunted

Haunted, by the fact that you came back here again, the place you once you called home

Now, the place, upside down, the one that many people say it's a horrific world

It is given that it's indeed scary to live there, you wanted to go back because you felt much more safer there

The duality of being in here, in your palace, where it's normal, you know it in yourself that you will always choose, the unusual place

The upside down

You're are now dreading to go outside with Henry and Jason

"You only lived there for a month, Y/N"

Jason's voice echoes into your mind, he told that to you while removing the bind from your wrist

You don't care

You really don't give a shit that he's talking about

You never felt more secured since your father disappearance when you're with Eddie

In all of your 20 years of life, funny, you've almost forgotten your birthday today

It's just not the same anymore

You loved your home, you really do

But ever since that night, it changed everything

Every corner, every room, every inch of your place is now tarnished and tainted by the creeps that is now roaming all over your home

"Miss?"

A knock from your door, taken you back into the reality

You begrudgingly sighed as you sit up

"You may enter"

"Morning, your grace" your maid arrives with a tray of breakfast

You eat up as you already planning to escape again

You've noticed that your maid hasn't left your chambers yet

You knit your brows together as you watch her hesitant to speak out loud

"Can I say something?"

"Go on"

She looks over at your door before she spoke up, she leans closer as she whispers

"I know- the king, your father has already warned you about people like them but he is right, your excellency"

You chew slowly as you listen

"I don't know, if you'll believe me but I saw Henry, he has the ability to lift things with his hands"

You blinked "I'm sorry? What?"

she struggles to explain as she stutters "I-I think, Henry has powers"

The last words that she told you, it's like only for you to hear as she speaks it so low

You stare at her as you try to rethink all of the interactions that you had with him before

"Don't worry, I believe you, thank you for telling me"

"Your most welcome-"

"Y/N, morning"

as if on cue, speak of the devil, Henry came inside your room unannounced, you covered yourself with blanket, conscious about his actions

"Is she troubling you?"

You and the maid looked at each other as you think for a better valid reason that'll work

"The eggs are a bit runny, I'm just explaining her how to cook it the way that I like"

You gave her the tray as she took it and leaves the room

"Don't you have any manners, Henry?" You cleared your throat

The way he looks at you, you can't really tell if he's being genuine or not

You don't see that when you look at Eddie

"Oh, pardon, my intrusion, princess- I just wanted to see you how you're doing"

You wrap your arms around yourself hoping that he'll take the hint that you're shielding yourself

Your white nightgown is so thin and see-through, you glanced at your vanity, there's your robe draping in the rim of your chair, god- you wished you've worn it, the only decent that's covering you it's your blanket but you can't help but feel naked in front of him

"I'm fine, thank you for asking" you briefly look at him straight in the eyes

"Accept my apologies on the behalf of Jason, I know he's taken you too far from any inconveniences, he can be so arse about his duties but he's a strong soldier and I trust him"

You tried your best not to roll your eyes at his utterance

He's a fucking asshole, alright- that's all he is

You lick your lips as you try to muster up "You have my forgiveness, but Henry, next time, you'll knock before you enter my room" your face expression has that strict look

He nods as he humbled down towards your tone

Your maid came back with your breakfast tray, Henry has still have something more to say but decides against it

"I'll leave you to it" Henry tug up a small smile to you as you nod at him

Why don't you bring the smile back at him?

Once he shuts the door behind him

You fall back onto your bed as you say while you look at the ceiling

"I am conflicted whether he is being honest or not, his aura is so questionable to me"

"Your highness, your food might get cold-"

"To you what can you say about him?" You raise yourself back up to your position before as you ask your maid

"Uh- he's plucky"

You snorted "Right on, I can agree with that"

"How can we passed the guards?" Gareth says as he carries his things

"People can recognize us!" Jeff puts on a scarf over his neck

"So, let's disguise then" Eddie covers himself a cloak with a hood and he gave the others the same thing

"Oh, isn't that just so easy to hide! I know you care for the girl but are you sure this is going to work?" Gareth sarcastically smiles as he reasons with Eddie

"Not that only he cares for her but also he loves her" Jeff shoots a wink at Eddie as he puts on the cloak

"I am going to skin you both alive" Eddie who is annoyed while the two starts snickering and an amused Enzo approaching them

"What's this that I hear? Now, I get it why she pulled that act for you"

"That was nothing- it's just these two are getting on my nerves" Eddie scoffs as he clutches his sword and went out first in the portal

"Oh my fucking great" Gareth frustratedly throw his hand up

"What is it?" Jeff questions him as he watches his friend stressed out

Gareth points to your castle that is literally miles away ahead from them

"Do you think we can still get there alive?" He looks over at Eddie who is squeezing his eyes, restraining every part inside of him not to annihilate- he is still annoyed at the thought that he might have feelings for you

"You gotta have a lot of faith, Gareth" Eddie told him as his friend rolls his eyes at him

"Good thing, there aren't people around to see us" Enzo looks around the woods that leads to town

"Let's get going" Eddie nods as all of them start walking

It's weird to wear your gowns

It's weird to walk around the halls of your home with your heels clicking

It's weird to have someone help you to get ready, you don't want this and you don't need this

You want to get out of here

You want to be with someone who can fix this whole madness

You're headed towards at the library that way you could avoid talking to them

But, the moment you turn on the other side, Henry is there

Shit

Before you could turn your heel around, he spoke your name as you shut your eyes as you sighed, you look back at him

He straightens himself up as he looks at you

From your face and your whole get up

"You look ravishing, Y/N"

You really don't wanna talk to him

"Uh- thank you, I should be going-"

"Please- don't" he took your hand in his as you look down at it and back at him

He saw your untrusting expression that is targeted at him, he quickly rips his hands from you

"I know we get off in the wrong foot, but, can we please- let's just start over?"

You want to believe him

You really do

But, something else is holding you back to get close to him

You cannot read to what he meant behind those eyes

Why do you get the feeling that he is hiding something?

Is he really being truthful to you?

"I-I don't know, Henry"

"But we could start slow- that's fine by me"

You shift in your stance as you finally look at him

His eyes are longing for you?

"How could I know that you're not tricking me?"

"I am not, Y/N, I just wanted you to know that I'm here for you"

"Can you give me some time to think about it?"

"Of course" his smile is hopeful and somehow you're still taking precautions to his actions

But, your words are promising to him

That's progress

"Oh- what a fucking picturesque that you're both going on, hmm?" A slurring Jason appeared before you

You rolled your eyes at his drunken state

"Let's not, Jason" Henry narrows his eyes at him as he shielded you away from him

"Did you asked her about the marriage?"

Your soft eyes went aflame as you glare at Henry

"No- it's not what you think, Y/N!" Henry grumbles as he looks at Jason

"Don't you see it? Y/N? He likes you!" Jason chuckles as he tries to balance himself

"Go to fucking hell, Jason" You spat as you leave them both together but before you could do that he blocks your path

"Now- don't you dare walk out of me!" He grabs your wrists as he hold you tightly

"Let me go! Jason!" You grimaced at his alcoholic breath as you tried to take off the grip that he has on you

"Jason- get your hands off with her!" Henry had enough of him as he hold him back off with you

Jason wouldn't let go as Henry fumed at him

He had no choice but to....

A sudden force that made he him move away from you as your eyes widened, knocking off Jason at the wall as he drops to the floor

Your maid earlier told you about this

But, seeing this in action made you feel shocked even you already knew

You're petrified as you blink rapidly as you watch Henry wiped off the blood from his nose with the back of his hand

You take a step backwards but Henry felt you moving away from him

"No- no- no" He moves closer to hold both of your forearms

As you start shaking in fear, you flinched at his cold touch

"Please, don't be afraid"

You tried to speak but you couldn't as you start to sob quietly

"I wouldn't let anyone hurt you, Y/N- I would never hurt you" he starts to cradle your cheek as you watch his movements

"This is what I fear of you, you being scared of me"

You let the ghostly tears fall as he uses his thumb to remove it, you try to gain back your composure

"Henry, please, I need a moment to breathe"

He blinks as he nods at you as he gives you some space

You look at Henry and then back at Jason who is unconscious

This is a lot to take in as you breathe out

"Can I be excused?"

"Yes, you can, Y/N"

You muttered a quiet thank you as you directed yourself towards your chambers

You cupped your mouth as you try to replay of what just happened, Henry watches you go with a look of worry on his eyes

As much as you wanted to handle this on your own

You can't help but to need someone beside you

You want him and you need him

You need Eddie

The four men, rest and build a camp as Eddie always

Always looking at your castle from afar

The journey that they're taking, they're in the middle of it, he's almost there

"You know she won't appear if you look at it more often, right?" Gareth swirls the ladle on the pot that he's cooking soup for dinner

He scoffs as he sits on the rock with arms crossed

"I'm just worried for her, man" Eddie deeply sighs

"Jason is such a dick, I swear" Gareth brings up the interaction that happened before

"But we haven't met Henry yet, we have no idea who he is, maybe he is not awful like him" Jeff suggests

"That young man has taken over her financial services" Enzo recalls as he cleans his weapons

"I take back what I said, they're both assholes" Jeff shakes his head to Enzo's remark

"Here, you have to eat- I know she'll be fine" he hands him a bowl of soup

"I know that she can but I just wished that I was there with her through all of it"

Gareth smiles at him

Eddie is confused at it as he starts to slurp the broth at the edges of the rim of his bowl

He swallows "What?"

"Nothing, I just- you always seem so serious and now it looks like because of her you had the another reason to live"

He tug up a smile as he says "As much you're a pain in the ass, but, yeah she is"

"You both know we could hear to what you're both talking about, right?" Jeff speaks as he pours himself another bowl

Enzo chuckles as he drinks from his cup

"Stop ruining the moment, man!" Gareth yells out to him as all of them shared a laugh

The firepit smoked off as the sunrise shines through out the area

"She's getting married!"

"To whom?"

"Henry!"

"Isn't he like too old for the poor girl?"

Eddie registered the sounds of the townspeople that is too close for him to hear

Good thing, there's a bunch of bushes around their camp

He sits up as he listens at them

"When did you hear it?"

"Just today, I think they're preparing the wedding soon enough"

Eddie buried his face with the palm of his hands as he runs his fingers through his hair

He looked at his companions, who are still asleep as he breathes deeply

Why would he feel disappointed?

He mustn't feel this way since

You're not even his

Maybe, your kindness and sweet demeanor towards him, he misinterpreted it

That's where it dawned on him, it hit him like a ton of bricks, his heart dropped when he finally comes to the realization

He loves you

He feels that he is running out of time, it's like he is trying to reach you but now he can't help but to feel that you're slowly slipping out of his touch

He remembers what you told to Jeff that you're about to married to him, but you didn't want to, you clearly told all of them that you don't want to be a part of it

But, you still don't want it until now? right?

No, he will not let the other people get into him, it mustn't be true

He let them get into his head and his thoughts

He will come and get you

He stood up and wakes Gareth

Gareth groaned as he uses his arms to propped himself up "Wha- What is it?"

"We're losing her, let's go"

Henry is startled by your presence, his face falls when he saw you so upset, watching you very closely with concern as he follows you behind your back

Enraged by the news, you entered the main room as you pushed the doors wide open with anger rushing through your veins

"Jason, I have the bone to pick with you, what was that about?!?"

If doesn't that make you feel mad even more, he is sitting in your father's chair

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about, princess" he acts like he didn't do anything

God- you want to scratch his smug face off

"Oh, I know you're the main reason why everybody talks about it"

"About what?"

"You're the one who fucking spread it!"

Henry who is unaware of it all, he looks at you and to Jason who just shrugs at him

When Jason didn't gave you answers and that adds more to the fuel that you're having right now

You feel so freaking on fire that you could explode, you turn to Henry still having that frown on your face

"Are you on this? Did you have something to do with it?"

"Wha- What?! No- I don't even know what you're implying to"

"Your most trusted fucking dipshit soldier, he told everyone that we agreed on the arrangement which we're clearly not!"

The last lines you shout it out to Jason who is so smugly couldn't careless to what you're dealing with

Henry facepalmed as he says "Jason, what the hell?!?"

You lift your gown as you exit the room, you want to scream

"Is the only way to get her controlled!"

"Controlled?!? Do you have any idea to what you just started?!?

He scoffs "This isn't supposed to be big deal anymore, they already knew all about it and I just confirmed it"

"She is not ready! Let's give her some time"

"There is no time!"

Henry put his fingers on the bridge of his nose, he looked back seeing you aren't being there anymore

That's what he thought

You're hiding behind closed doors, listening to their argument

He exasperatingly sighs as he begins "I cared for her and because of you she can't even trust me completely because I'm with you!" He points at himself

"You thought me being drunk last night- I wouldn't know to what you just did to me? Okay, fine let's see she'll grow on you like you told me before" Jason pushes his chair back and stood up as he walks towards to Henry

"How did she handle it when she finds out that you had powers?"

You tensed as the memory flashes back at you

Henry sighs in defeat as he couldn't fire back at him

He chuckles "See? That's what I thought"

"It- It wouldn't change anything" Henry still believes that you can

He knows that someday you'll believe him

You couldn't bear to hear more of it so you walk away

"It wouldn't be the same once the truth is out"

Henry leaves him as he shuts the doors angrily

"We have to get inside here" Enzo opens the door that leads the way towards the dungeon

"Seriously, man? The dungeon?" Gareth roams his eyes over the prisoner's cells

"It's the only easy way to get inside" Enzo whispers as he ducks his down at the passing royal guards

"He knows what he was doing, let's just get on with it" Eddie told them as they went all in

It's nail-biting to get caught, but they managed to get further more

When the four of them passed the other prisoners

There's someone in particular that caught his attention

He looks more closely as he looked at the elder man who is asleep

Why do he felt that his heart is telling that he knew this man

He heard the clicks of heels that says someone is coming

He hides himself quickly, he looks over that his friends already far left ahead of him

He's about to leave until....

He heard your voice

You mentioned a name

The voice that he missed so much

He wants to hear it all the time

The tendency is very strong to make him self appear right then and there, if you could only see his eyes twinkle

He took a step but someone else is with you

"Y/N, what are you doing here?"

You came for him because you had no one else to lean on

"I was- just checking if anyone is doing their job"

He hummed "That's my job, princess, leave that to me"

Wayne stirred from his sleep as his eyes adjusts at the figure before him

His eyes sparked that he saw you in there, but you can't do anything to talk to him

Because of him, Henry

You glanced at Wayne who is directly looking at you

"Sire, there's a witness that someone came out of the portal"

You placed your hand over your mouth trying to be subtle not to react at the report that the guard just told Henry

Eddie went out? To look for you?

"What?"

Henry take a one last look at you "Duty calls, you sure you'll be fine by yourself here?"

"I will be so glad if you're not snooping around me so much" you think to yourself

"Yes, I'll be good"

Henry nods as he leaves by the door

You sigh as you kneeled down in front of the bars that Wayne's caged in

"Wayne, I'm sorry, I didn't knew that you're here- I wasn't aware that you've been here all along"

You can tell from his eyes, he is like candle that's melting- he's tired

"it's alright, Y/N, you don't have to feel sorry for me"

You turn your back and you saw the key that laying on the table "I have you to get out of here"

You inserted the key but he stopped you to unlock it

"Y/N, I'll survive but you have to leave"

"I can't just leave you here again, no- please there's so many things that I have to tell you!"

"What is it that you're trying to tell me?"

"It's Ed-"

Wayne placed a finger in the middle of his lips as he shushes you

You overheard Jason and one of his guards coming closer

"Where is she?"

"I think she's in the dungeon, sire"

"You let her in there?!? She must've been talking to-" Jason grunts as he quickly picks up his feet to get on to the other room

You hide yourself on the other side, you almost shrieked at the hooded figure next to you, so, you ran away from it- too freaked out at the person that you bumped

You almost saw him

You almost reunited

You almost met the eyes of the person that you're trying to get back to

Eddie could've stopped you but before he can do it, you already scurrying away from him

He followed you to where you went but he couldn't find you

"Eddie! Where have you been?" Gareth pulled him back in the corner to where no one can see them

"it's Y/N- she scurried away because it was dark inside she didn't even realized it was me"

"You saw her?" Jeff gasps as he looked over at the halls for you

Enzo sighs as he rests his back at the wall

"I-I heard him"

"Who?"

"Henry"

"Did you saw his face?"

"Not clearly, but you we're right he wasn't like Jason but Y/N is so wary of him"

"What else?"

"She was talking to someone, someone she called Wayne-"

"Wayne? Wayne is still alive?" Enzo held him by the shoulders, the three young men are astounded to his sudden action

"Yes, he is locked up in there" Eddie uses his thumb directing at the dungeon

"You'll look for Y/N, I'll handle Wayne" Enzo implies as he headed at the dungeon

"Let's go, boys" Eddie nods

You closed the door behind locked it as you catching up with your breath as you pant from running

You eyes land on the documents that are scattered all over your father's desk

You walked forward picked up the papers, you feel sick to your stomach

Jason, he forged a marriage document of you and Henry

Much to your dismay and out of anger, you crumpled the paper that you're holding, you throw the rest of the papers and push everything out of the desk, you screamed harder as you fell down on to knees

You breakdown and cry for the first time, you really don't want to be like this

But, you can't help but to release everything that is killing inside of you

You're too enervated by all of this

You went out of the room, you have to confront him once and for all

"Look!" Jeff points at you as they hide

"It's Y/N!" Gareth whisper-shouts

"She looks-" Jeff frowns at the look of your face

"Distraught" Eddie is disturbed by your state

Wrath and Despair are nestled in your enchanting face as you stomping around as you look for someone

If things aren't like this, he would've worshipped you of how beautiful you look

"Let's follow her" Eddie says as they tailed behind you

"Jason!"

"Hmm?"

"You better explain yourself!" you held up the now crumpled contract in front of him

"What- what the hell did you do to it?" He snatched the paper away from your hands as you scoffed

"What did I do? You should be punished for your crimes, Jason!"

"Why are you so stubborn? I am saving you from your debt!"

"You clearly missing the point here- don't change the fucking subject, I don't want any marriage!"

"You don't have anybody anymore, princess, you have no choice just face it"

"Whatever it is that you're trying to do, I will deny it!"

"Is it because of that boy isn't it?"

Jeff and Gareth looked at Eddie who is fiery watching you ranting with Jason

Don't crack

Don't let him see through you

"He has nothing to do with this-"

"You're so foolish, Y/N"

"No, I am not-" you're seething and you start seeing red as you move closer to him

He wanted to say something to make you even more furious as you didn't let him cut you off this time

"He held my life within his hands, Jason, you don't know anything what you just done to me- he created everything I am"

Eddie's eyes softens at your words, he tilted his head at you

You care for him as much as he cares for you?

You tear the fake marriage contract in front him into pieces as he watches in horror

You leave him at that as he throw words at you and you didn't even care to what he was saying

As you continue to walk, the same hooded man earlier hold you by the arms and pinned your back on the wall as you protest

"Quiet down, it's me"

You calmed as you heard the familiar voice

The man before you, he takes off his hood as his eyes yearns for you

The words caught up in your throat, you feel lighter as a feather as you take him in

Your eyes are rimmed with flooding tears

"Eddie?"

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*Jamie wants to know all the details about your new “friendship” with a certain Australian*

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