#laughing jack xreader

[eldritch-nightmare]

Can you make a scenario about how the pastas would react after an argument? Like, if the reader left to get some fresh air? (I crave angst)

-💫Anon

a/n: indeed i can my friend here's a healthy amount of (very mild) angst just for you. i'm so totally gonna use this idea in a future chapter for the silly lil scenarios book as well because uh angst. maybe the prompt got away from me just a little bit i won't lie.

how do they react after an argument?

includes: jeff the killer, laughing jack, slenderman, nina the killer, eyeless jack, jane the killer, candy pop, clockwork, ticci toby, nurse ann, x virus, kagekao, jason the toymaker, the puppeteer, homicidal liu, sully, the bloody painter, the doll maker, zalgo, and hobo heart.

warnings: the aftermath of an argument, relationship disputes, some of these are healthy and some of these are not, inconsistent length.

JEFF THE KILLER would honestly be more upset if you walked out after an argument. he's already upset enough as it is, so you turning your back to him and storming out just makes his blood boil. he won't follow after you, but he'll definitely disappear for the next few days. he really isn't the best at resolving arguments, no matter how small they are. and unless he really fucks up, then he isn't going to apologize even if he is in the wrong. he's jeff the fucking killer, what the hell does he have to feel sorry about? you should consider yourself lucky that he didn't gut you for pissing him off.

if you want to have any form of resolve to this argument, you'll have to force the conversation because he will actively try to shut you down. he can't. he literally can't. resolution is not something he is good at, and unless you're the one to apologize, even if you aren't the one who is at fault, he's just not going to let any of this resolve. does that make him an asshole? yeah, it does. does he feel guilty? just a little. does that change anything? no, not really.

LAUGHING JACK, similar to jeff, would feel more upset over you walking away from the fight rather than the fight itself. he can come off as pretty scary during an argument, especially if it's one where he feels like he's in the right. he gets frustrated easily, and he's just overall a very expressive person, so. and he can get pretty fucking mean if he wants to, so yeah honestly you needing to walk away makes complete and total sense and he knows that it makes sense but that doesn't make him any less upset.

he'll just blame it on his abandonment issues or something because seeing you leave just to go and calm down should not have hurt as much as it did. and he debates going after you but he ultimately decides it would be best if he didn't. he wants to resolve this though, and he'll try but it'll be painfully awkward because, i mean, yeah.

SLENDERMAN is, by default, a pretty scary being the begin with so i imagine an argument with it would be pretty unnerving. it isn't used to people arguing with it, that's for sure. i think it would be more amused than upset, seeing such a small being stare up at it as if trying to intimidate it... it's a cute sight to see, that's for sure. it'll keep that thought to itself, of course. it imagines that saying such a thing out loud may only make things worse.

slender won't be upset when you walk away. it understands that you're just going to cool off. it'll take this time to clear its own thoughts until the two of you are ready to talk again and clear up the tension.

NINA THE KILLER would be immensely frustrated seeing you walk away. she'll probably let out a groan and tell you to come back, but she won't follow after you. she understands that if the two of you kept arguing any longer, things would only get worse. she knows that, so she'll use this as a chance to calm down herself. nina gets over things easier than you would think, and if this argument wasn't over anything major then the next time you see her, she'll most likely be back to her usual self.

she'll probably be the first to apologize as well, even if she feels as if she's not the one at fault. she can't stand when you're upset at her, so just accept her apology so the two of you can move on, yeah?

EYELESS JACK is always viewed as mature and in control of his emotions. and he is. a little too in control if we're being honest here. for most arguments you guys may have, he'll keep his cool and will try to understand your point of view and where you're coming from. there are times, however, when the control he has over his emotions slips, and you get reminded that oh. your boyfriend is a cannibalistic demon that can literally kill you in the blink of an eye. he really doesn't mean to scare you, but it's definitely a good thing you choose that moment to walk away to cool off because he has to physically force himself to not go after you.

and once he calms down, he will apologize. it's a genuine apology, one written all over his face. he never wants to or means to invalidate you and your emotions, and he never wants to make you scared of him.

JANE THE KILLER would probably be the first to walk away from an argument, if we're being fairly honest. if this is richardson we're talking about, then she's definitely more mature about it and politely suggests that you both take fifteen minutes to cool off before continuing the conversation. she does it because it's one, a healthy thing to do for your relationship, and two, while she is heavily in control of her emotions, the liquid hate running through her veins enhances her anger and it would be really bad if she genuinely got angry.

if this is arkensaw, i think she'll be a little less mature than she would like. she portrays herself as someone in control of her emotions, but her emotions and her hatred are what drive her. she does her best to her burning-hot anger in check but if you two have an argument, then it's fairly difficult. if you walk away first, then it'll only serve to upset her more, but she won't go after you. honestly, she'll probably even avoid you in the coming days because her anger lingers. it always lingers.

CANDY POP thinks it's cute that this little argument of yours got you so worked up that you had to walk away from him. honestly hell yeah if i were you i'd walk away from him as well because there is simply no winning with this guy. worst man you could ever argue with, to be honest.

but as we all know, his mood can change in an instant with no warning so. one moment, he thinks you walking away from him is cute and adorable. the next, he's getting frustrated and following after you because you don't get to walk away from him, silly. haven't you realized that he owns you?

CLOCKWORK, while she has her own anger issues and tends to get easily frustrated by the smallest of things, does try her best to keep her emotions in check if you two ever have an argument. it's not easy, and there have been times when she's snapped at you, but she always apologizes immediately after.

you walking away would make sense. she understands, she knows that you both need to take time to calm down before things get too heated. she gets it. but depending on what you two are arguing about, doing so could only serve to make her more angry. it's... frustrating, really. she won't follow after you though, because she knows it's what is best.

TOBY would want you to walk away. he needs it, to be honest. he tries to avoid getting into arguments with you for various different reasons. arguing with you stresses him out more than he would like it to, and it reminds him of the hold you have on him. you walking away from the argument would give him time to clear his head and cool off.

once you've both calmed down, he'll probably be the first to approach you because he cannot stand the awkward tension that always lingers after arguments with people. he wants to clear the air so this can all just be water under the bridge. it'll be a painfully awkward conversation though. he's not good at... resolving arguments. never had a positive example, to be honest.

NURSE ANN struggles to speak, so i think she would try to avoid getting into an argument because she feels as if she won't be able to properly get her point across. but arguments are bound to happen sooner or later, even in the healthiest relationships. and ann, to put it simply, is a very angry person. she keeps that anger in check when you're around, but it's literally impossible to not slip up a few times.

since ann rarely ever vocally speaks, her anger is typically conveyed in her stares and her jerky gestures as she signs. you walking away is the smartest thing you could do in that moment, leaving her alone to stew in her always-burning anger that she'll choose to take out on any nearby destructible objects or some sad poor soul that just so happens to trespass at her hospital in the coming hours.

X-VIRUS seems like the type of guy who has never really been in any arguments, to be honest. maybe when he was at the orphanage he got into a few petty arguments between the other kids, but nothing that would warrant needing to walk away, y'know? and i definitely don't think he'd treat the argument seriously, brushing off your words and whatnot.

he only realizes that you were genuinely angry with him when you walked away. it's definitely like... a slap in the face that oh. i'm a fucking asshole. he's not really sure what to do in this moment, and he waits until you come back on your own to try and apologize. but he's not the best at apologies.

KAGEKAO wouldn't treat the argument seriously at all. at least, not at first. honestly, he'd probably purposefully get you even more upset just to get a reaction out of you. does that make him an asshole? oh, most certainly. he just likes seeing you feel anything towards him, even if it's anger. he likes getting a reaction out of you because it's him you're reacting to. and it's entertaining as well, though you don't need to know that.

when you walk away, he'll feel a little frustrated at not being able to see you but he won't follow after you. he knows when to stop his antics. shocking, i know. and, if you're lucky, he may even hold you in his arms once you calm down. it's his way of an apology, i suppose.

JASON THE TOYMAKER fucking hates arguing with you. you're his other half, so arguing with you makes him feel sick to his stomach because what if... what if you aren't the one? he likes you too much to lose you, so you have to be the one. he definitely seems like he'd try to keep the argument short, and he'll be relieved when you walk away to cool off.

you don't try to leave him afterward, even if he was at fault for whatever you two may have been bickering over. that's good, really. that means you want to stay with him, even if you two have arguments like this. that's... that's so good.

THE PUPPETEER can't stand when anyone argues with him, so yeah, any argument you may have with him will be horrible and tense and it will not be pretty. he has to be the one to get the final word. he has to be the one in the right, even if he isn't. you must be aware of this, right? i mean, you're (hopefully, i assume) willingly sticking around this guy, right? so you should know that there's no winning with him.

and you walking away is simply not something he'll take kindly to. it's something that'll more than likely get a how dare you reaction out of him. you're a fool if you think he's just going to let you walk away. no, he'll either follow after you, or he'll pull you back with his strings. the conversation isn't over until he says that it's over.

HOMICIDAL LIU definitely does try to avoid any potential arguments with you. to be honest, most of your arguments with him will more than likely stem from his almost blatant disregard for his health and safety when he's injured as well as his almost suffocating habit of needing to protect you and keep you safe. it's inevitable, even if it's something he tries so desperately to avoid. that desperation is what tends to lead to arguments as well, if we're being honest.

he's not upset when you walk away. honestly, he's glad that you do. he always feels pretty damn awful whenever you two fight, and he patiently waits until you're ready to pick things back up so you two can resolve things and move on.

SULLY listens to everything you say with rapt attention. the only thing that matters to him at that moment is whatever you two are arguing about. hell, he doesn't give a shit about the argument itself rather than what you say, the expressions you make, and your tone of voice. every little gesture or movement you make catches his attention. honestly, if you asked him what you two were arguing about, he'd just look at you with a slightly confused expression because he's already forgotten.

and when you walk away to cool off and get some air, he has to restrain himself from following after you. he forces himself to sit down and he bites his fist as his mind hyper-focuses on every word you said and the way you looked at him and just... yeah, he's already moved on from the argument he just wants to see your face and hear your voice again.

THE BLOODY PAINTER is definitely not someone you want to have an argument with, honestly. not because he's an angry person or scary to get into an argument with or anything like that, no. he's just... very apathetic. it'll feel like you're arguing with a brick wall rather than a person, and you'll maybe even feel as if he doesn't care about you or your feelings. he just stares at you, blank-faced and monotoned.

once you realize that this argument is going literally nowhere, you leave to calm yourself down and he stays behind. it's not that he doesn't care about you and your feelings, he does, truly, he just... well... i could go into heavy heavy detail about his apathy when it comes to arguments but to spare you the length of that, just know that he does care, he's just absolutely horrific at showing it. once you come back, he will apologize for not better expressing himself and for unintentionally invalidating you and your feelings. he'll be better, though it will take time for him to become expressive.

THE DOLL MAKER seems like the type of person who wouldn't handle arguments well, i think. he's a fairly closed-off person and has some trouble conveying his thoughts and feelings sometimes, so i think it would stress him out a bunch if he got into a fight with you. depending on how bad the argument is, he'll either try to diffuse the situation or he may get angry and make things worse.

the moment you walk off, vine will be throwing himself into work to both calm himself down and distract himself from any potentially needless thoughts. he'll certainly try his best to resolve the conflict with you once you've both taken time to calm down but it'll definitely be stiff.

ZALGO would be very amused if you try arguing with him over something. you, a silly little mortal that somehow managed to catch his interest, are trying to argue with him, an eldritch horror beyond human comprehension that literally creates chaos for shits and giggles? how adorable. he's not going to take you seriously at all, i hope you know that.

and even if you walk away, you won't exactly be alone. zalgo is always there with you, even if not physically. a part of him is stuck with you, so he's always able to watch you, to talk to you. he thinks you're being dramatic for getting upset over something that he deems to be so utterly insignificant. there won't be any form of conflict resolution with him, so don't expect any form of apology or empathy or anything of that sort.

HOBO HEART you gotta be careful with, i think. the last time he felt as if he'd been wronged by the person he loved, he tore her heart out. not to say he'd tear your heart out over a minor argument or anything like that, no, that would be pretty petty and... he doesn't really think he's a terrible enough person to do that. maybe. depending on how serious the argument is.

he'll be a little disheartened when you walk away because he would rather clear up the air and tension immediately rather than wait but he understood, somewhat, that it'd be better if you both took time to cool off before either of you tried to resolve the conflict hanging in the air.

[slasherbish]

A Jack in the Box

Authors note: I have no clue if this will be romantic or platonic in the end.

A musical jack in the box sat on the shelf of an antiques shop. It looked lonely despite the knick knacks that surrounded it. Dust collected on it’s lid. Day after day it sat untouched by the customers that entered the shop. Inside of the jack in the box sat a small creature. His outfit and face resembled that of a clown but the color had long since drained from the being. He could see the world passing by but without someone to own the jack in the box he was trapped inside. The creature sighed as he watched another human pass by and not even give him a second glance. Who would want an old toy like me anyway, he thought. He was bored and sad. His thoughts often wondered back to when his original owner had abandoned him for a boarding school. 

Long ago he had been created for a lonely child, not by hellish beings but by an angel. The angel had taken pity on the child and gave him Laughing Jack, a toy that would love whatever the child did. That also being the one major flaw, as the child grew his mind darkened and eventually he became a serial killer and so Jack learned to like killing as well. Over this time though he had been forgotten and lost his color. He had become bitter from the times his boy blamed him for things he hadn’t done and the loneliness that he experienced. After killing the boy his small wooden box would be handed around over hundreds of years.

Years of loneliness with the occasional home where a child would once again blame him for anything they did wrong. It made him so mad that people were so quick to throw blame on others and so he aimed that anger at the kids who blamed him. Every child that he had been given to he would kill, their spirit resided in his other plane of existence that resembled a circus. 

The clown growled at the thought of being owned by another self absorbed child that didn’t know the word responsibility. He wanted to be owned so he could get out of the small box but not by a snot nosed child. Why couldn’t someone interesting come along. As if he had manifested it a woman with bright hair and her child walked into the shop. He watched with little hope as she looked at different objects. Laughing jack slumped back down as she passed him. Of course he wouldn’t be picked, he thought. However he didn’t see her back up. She looked at the small toy with a smile. “(C/n) come look at this” She said. The creature perked up, an ember of hope burned in his chest. 

The child walked over carefully not wanting to damage any of the antiques. They looked up with curious wide eyes. A smile soon broke out on the child's face. “He’s so pretty!” She exclaimed. LJ tilted his head, could this child see him? Surely this was just the child putting a gender to a random toy. “I think so too” The mother replied. He couldn’t help but wonder if these people could actually see him or if the mother was just playing along with her kids words. The ember of hope changed with what the woman did next. 

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[frenziedslashers]

Ayo! Ima be honest there, this fic with wounded Handsome Jack x Reader was the first one where I didn't skip a single word, like aaa u did it so great!

I had a thought about something oppsite - where it is the reader who gets hurt, and HJ is the one saving them and taking care... likeeee AAA.... it could be fluff, or something more dramatic and bloody, whatever you thing would be great :D I just can see it written great by your talented hands

This literally made me smile so much??? I am so scared to post Jack content because I always feel like I butcher his character (I have a couple drafts that I have been working on. They are pretty much ready to post, I'm just a little scared. I swear I am not ignoring the Jack asks 👹). I am honored that you liked it that much though! As someone who has read nearly all the xReader Borderlands content on ao3, I totally get that... Some nice I had to skip paragraphs because it was either too ooc or just... Odd... I forget how scary some borderlands fans are 😟 There are a lot of pics on there that I adore, but I feel like every fandom has those pics that you just physically cannot finish. So I am glad that my Jack was good enough 💪💪 ALSO thank you for the love homie. glad you sent in a request! I love me some angst that leads to fluff 😌

Flying Bullets:

"More incoming!" Jack screamed over your com, a grunt leaving your throat as you slammed your body against a crate in a poor attempt to avoid the bullets that flew overhead. You had no idea how you got yourself into this mess. Let alone with Handsome Jack. You knew he was bad news. Everyone despised him, but you still saw him as John, who simply worked with you for Hyperion and was incidentally your best friend as well.

You saw him as the guy who you would sit with alone for lunch break. The both of you talking and laughing over nothing. The friend that would take you out for drinks after a hard day of work and even hit on you here or there. Though, nothing serious ever happened between the two of you.

"Kiddo, answer me!" You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Jack's voice screaming into your ears. It made you flinch, a cringe settling on your face. "I hear you, Jackie." You responded, shooting a couple times at the Raiders that ran out into your line of sight.

"Are you able to get to where I'm at?" You huffed a bit. As if you would know exactly where he was without him sharing his coordinates. "Where's your location?" "I'm up near the front gate. If you get here we can get to a ship out of this shit hole and back to Helios!" He spoke, and you groaned again. Your shield was low and broken. It wasn't recharging anymore. A problem that you were almost scared to tell Jack. The confrontation would go either one of two ways. He'd freak out, worry, and throw himself into the line of fire to make sure you were safe. Or he'd freak out, worry, and then yell at you for being so stupid and agreeing to go with him to Pandora with a shitty shield.

"Can you do that?" You pondered, "I can try."

It was a hard task to complete. You figured if you did die in this fight you may as well go out guns-a-blazin'. Shooting round after round into the Crimson Raiders that tried to take you down. You nearly made it to Jack, too. If it weren't for a Raider you missed shooting you once, breaking your shield. Then twice, a fatal shot to your back.

The scream that ripped from your chest had your head pounding, and Jack's heading whipping towards you.

"Kid," He stammered, "Kiddo? Pumpkin?" His voice wavered, and then something clicked in the guy. If your vision wasn't blurry from the pain as you lay on the ground. You would have seen the glint of rage behind the mans eyes. The way his face shifted from concern to pure rage. It made the few remaining Crimson Raiders freeze up. Knowing Jack was going to be putting up a hell of a fight.

Screams and gunfire were all you could hear in your ringing ears. You could hardly decipher the screams of the dying to Jack's war cries. If you weren't dying yourself, you might actually feel a bit scared, but right now you could hardly care. Gasping and wincing while lying helplessly on the ground. You could hardly move without your whole body sending shocks of pain through itself.

"Hey, hey," His hand on your back made you cry out again. You hadn't even noticed that Jack was at your side now. Attempting to tend to your wounds to get you back home. Back to Helios where you would be safe and someone could save you. "I know, I have to look at it!" He snapped, but quickly cleared his throat. "Dammit, sorry. I just need to see it. I'm not trying to hurt you, pumpkin." He told you, trying his best to be careful while he moved your clothing up so he could see the wound a bit better. Your cries making him wince himself. You'd think he would have been shot, too. Just from hearing the pathetic noises you were making.

"Oh shit, God this is bad. Why didn't you tell me your shield was low? I could have came to you!" There it was. Option one of how you expected him to react if you would have told him your shield was down. You wanted to smile, laugh a little at how well you knew your friend, but your thoughts were quickly pushed aside when Jack decided to apply pressure. A scream left your throat, and your vision went blurry. It was too hard to stay awake no matter how much Jack pleaded with you to keep your eyes open. You hadn't realized how much he really cared for you until you were nearly meeting your Maker. Vision finally blurring enough that all you could see was black. Your senses dulling, succumbing to the darkness once you passed out in his arms.

Jack had no idea that you had just passed out, though. He thought you died, but that didn't stop him from picking your body up from the ground to carry you back to the ship. He was just thankful that he had people on there to pilot it for him, and some health to at least give you a slight boost until the two of you made it back to Helios.

He refused to let you go until those doors opened. Continuing to apply pressure after he had wrapped his belt and one of his jackets awkwardly around your middle to help stall the bleeding. There was so much blood. His clothes were soaked. His skin was sticky with sweat and blood. The thing of it is, he didn't even know if it was all your blood. Some of it had to be from the Raiders he killed after you were shot. His anger getting the best of him like it regularly did.

"Sir, you need to let them go." He looked up at the nurse in front of him. "What?" His voice was shaky. "I need you to let them go and put them on the table now before they lose any more blood. I need to get them into the infirmary, now." They stated sternly, and Jack nodded with understanding. Laying you reluctantly on the bed. These were his own men and women working for him, but he was so scared to trust them with you. You were the only good thing he had left that was connected to his old life, rather than Angel. You were almost a better memory holder than she was, though. With her being the reason her mother died and all.

It wasn't until later that night, nearly five hours later that Jack was informed that you were in Critical, but stable condition. He knew you wouldn't be able to help him with his plans for the next coming weeks, and honestly, he was glad. Not that he didn't enjoy your help, he just always worried about your safety. This call was too close for comfort. It nearly made him postpone his plans of finding the Vault, too. If it weren't for the fact that he was literally the man's most wanted by the Vault Hunters themselves. That didn't stop him from trying to take care of you to the best of his abilities, though. Even going as far as sending people to check up on you when he was away from Helios.

"Jack," you would say his name, and he would be there. Holding your hand, offering food, water, entertainment, whatever it was you asked. He was giving it to you. You were his light after all. The brightest star in his galaxy. Even if he didn't show you how much he cared, often. He truly did.

It was almost weird for you. He was always so snarky and rude with you. Even if you knew that was just how he showed his affection. How he told you that he loved and appreciated you as a friend without telling you those exact words. You almost weren't sure if you liked how nice he was being with you.

"Why haven't you called me an idiot." He looked up from the book in his hands over to you with raised brows. "Excuse me?" "When I nearly got myself killed. I expected you to at least call me stupid for it. I didn't tell you my shield was broken and not recharging, and yet here you are. Being all sweet and nice to me. It's kind of scary, honestly... You aren't a doppelgänger, are you?" Jack smiled as he placed his book down in his lap. "Well, now that you say it. I did forget to tell you how utterly idiotic that stunt was and if you ever go pulling it again I will personally revive you just to shoot you again." Jack told you, and that caused a smile to form on your own features. There he was. "Oh, so I should have just ignored direct orders?" He rolled his eyes with a sigh. "No, you should have told me what was happening and I could have come to help. You really think I like putting you at risk?" Well, it seemed like it. With the number of close calls you have had, and then this.

He sighed at your lack of a response. "I don't. I really don't. I only take you along because I know you'd find a way fighting those assholes without me or with me. I may as well be there to revive you when you decide to do something stupid." You rolled your eyes this time. "Didn't realize you actually cared about me." He froze up when you said that. You were only joking, and you thought that he could tell, but obviously that seemed to strike a chord with the man before you.

"Oh, so you think I don't care about you either? What the hell has the past few weeks been? I've laid off finding the fricken Vault for you! I've been by your side, making sure you don't die on me and you think I don't care about you?" He shouted, tossing his book to the side while standing to his feet. "Why don't you fill me in on what it is I feel about you then. Why every time I see you I want to blow my brains out because of how much I care about you. Shit, it's annoying, honestly!" Jack started approaching you. Slight more weight to his steps than usual. Obviously pissed and growing more so by the second. "I could have left you to die." He told you, a slight grin on his face as he laughed out of disbelief for himself. "Hell! I would have left any one of my other employees or skilled assassins there to die! But I just couldn't fricken leave you there, now could I? Not when you're the one real thing that I have anymore."

Your eyes were wide. Staring up at the man who was looming over you as you lay on the bed. You looked a little scared, but you were more so taken aback by his words. Yeah, he was basically saying he would have left you for dead if the two of you didn't have a connection, but he was also admitting things that you never thought you'd hear from him.

"I don't mean to yell," Even though that seemed to be the only thing he knew how to do. "I just... I hate that you would even suggest that I don't care about you. I mean, c'mon! Look at everything we've been through!" He exclaimed as he sat on the bed beside you.

Yeah. Everything the two of you have been through. Working together. Getting fired together. Jack gaining power. You gaining power through Jack. Late nights together. Even an attempted date before his ex had come along. It was a lot, and you regretted making him think that you thought he didn't care.

"Jack, I'm sorry. I was just joking around." You admitted, reaching out to grab his hand. His eyes darted down and then back up to study your face. "Could you ever forgive me?" He pondered, a smile creeping on his lips. "Oh, I don't know. I guess I could forgive a cute thing like you." A sigh left your lips, tapping the top of his hand. "If I didn't know any better. I'd say you were flirting with me, Jackie." The way you purred out his name in such a teasing way made his blood boil. Out of annoyance at the nickname, and slight excitement from just the sound. "Well, I could be if you wanna interpret it that way, pumpkin." His hand reached up to brush your chin with his thumb. "I think it's your turn to be called out for your ignorance of my own emotions." His brows furrowed, sighing at his dumbfounded expression.

"So... Was that a yes?" "Jack," "Huh?" "You're as oblivious as the day I met you." He stared at you for a moment longer. "I'm saying yes, Jack. Jesus Christ and you're supposed to be the flirt of Helios?" He let out a groan of his own before carefully maneuvering himself over top of you so he could lay on the other side of you on the bed. "Oh shut it, you're the one overcomplicating shit." He huffed, carefully pulling you close to him to hint that the both of you needed a nap. Whether you wanted one or not. "Just shut up and sleep. We can talk about our stupid emotions later. You ruined the moment by calling me an idiot." "Oh, like you haven't been calling me one for the past 10 minutes. Plus I didn't even call you one!" "Well, that's different, and yes you basically did. I'm not arguing further." "Fine."

[sofiiel]

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

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄:6000+ words: (CW: angst. hurt/comfort. fluff. strained family dynamic & emotional abuse. )

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It was quiet on the roadside, you'd not heard a car or animal in the past couple of hours.

Eddie poked his head around the driver's seat, looking out the windows.

"I think it's clear." he called.

"Wait...wait." Eddie said quickly, on hands and knees, he bolted.

You leaned over to allow him to crawl past you, headed for the back doors. If you hadn't been frightened, you might have laughed.

Opening one of the doors carefully, Eddie took a glance around, everything seemed clear.

His heart beat fast in his chest and he didn't want to go outside.

"Hey," you called, discarding the worn blanket, you rested a hand on Eddie's shoulder.

"We can check together. Two to three, it's better odds than three to one, right?" you said.

Looking up at you, Eddie grimaced.

"No offense, but you're hardly in any shape to take on....whatever those 'dogs' actually are." He stated calmly. 

Eddie pushed open the door a little more and stuck his head out, you watched him carefully.

"But you're scared. I might be in rough shape, but even a battered two is better than being on your own." you pushed.

You opened the second door and offered Eddie a reassuring smile before sliding your legs out of the van.

"Come on," you said quietly, walking ahead of him.

"Just, hold on a moment!" Eddie called, reaching into the van, he grabbed the floor Jack before hopping out of the van. 

Eddie kicked the doors shut.

"We aren't going anywhere without something heavy." he said, rushing to your side.

"I'm not crazy, we aren't checking the whole woods just around your Van." you said quietly.

Eddie leaned over a bit, "or you know we can just get back in the van and leave, like now." he whispered.

You leaned this way and that peering through the trees, Eddie following slightly behind you while you circled about the van, observing the area.

"If those things are still close, and we ride off, we might lead them to people." you reasoned.

"They never tried to bite me, but I doubt they were chasing me for the hell of it." you said.

Glancing at Eddie, a frown formed on your face.

"There was...a bigger one." you admitted.

Eddie's shoulder sank, folding his arms across his chest uneasily.

"l-like how big?" he asked, voice cracking. 

You sized Eddie up with your eyes while walking up to him. Standing on the tips of your toes, you rose your hand as high above his head as you could.

"No. We're out of here - yes we are." Eddie called, grasping your hand, he started to lead you back to the Van.

"There's no way a dog is taller than a person." He ranted on the way. 

"Well... I don't think this one was exactly a dog..." you said.

You side glanced as Eddie urged you to climb in through the driver's door.

"Granted I didn't stay around long enough to find out." you murmured, allowing yourself to be herded into the van.

"I would be more concerned if you had." said Eddie, he waited for you to settle into the passenger's seat before hopping in himself and closing the door.

"We've got to go tell someone." Eddie said driving them up the road.

"Who's going to believe us if we say we were attacked by monster dogs?" you asked.

"You can't see yourself," Eddie said glancing at you, "at the very least something attacked you." He said with a worried glance.

"You....honestly don't remember?" He asked.

You sank into the seat and hugged yourself.

"Some things...but you'll think I'm crazy if I say what happened. Weird lights, doors locking themselves....and that dream?" you thought.

"But six whole days?" you wondered quietly.

Eddie stole another peek at you, your eyes watching the dash.

"Look, I only want to help. I mean....considering what the town has been through. Having a person go missing for almost a week is kind of a big deal." Eddie spoke steadily.

"And" Eddie sang in a dry tone, "you're not exactly the type of girl who runs away into the night." he said.

You looked up at him.

"I might be." you said, to which he laughed, his eyes crinkling as he smiled.

Eddie remembered the night he'd helped you phone home, "I bet you've never stayed out willingly past eleven." He teased.

You fiddled with your hands uncomfortably.

"Willingly." echoed in your head.

"No" you whispered quietly. "I've not."

The softness and sadness in the hollow tone of your words nearly caused Eddie to flinch.

Silence lingered for a moment, Eddie found it hard to focus on the road as he watched you with questions buzzing in his head.

Thankfully, for both of you, your stomach growled loudly.

"Oh.my.god." you thought horrified, shutting your eyes tight.

Eddie chuckled lightly and reached over to the glove compartment.

"See the good thing about being the weed guy," he said, leaning to reach into the bin with one hand while steering with the other, eyes still stuck to the road.

He grabbed onto a bag, pulling it from the glove compartment, he shut the bin and held the bag up.

"You kinda learn to keep something with you at all times," Eddie said, smiling.

You looked at the bag of chips.

"I can't," you said.

"How much you wanna bet if you can't remember where you've been, you probably haven't eaten in all that time either," said Eddie, he released his grip on the bag, and it fell into your lap.

You gazed at the bag, fingertips playing with the corner of the bright yellow packaging.

"If he takes me home, will Mom be mad if I broke my punishment? If it's been as long as he says...I'm clear of the deadline...aren't I?" you wondered.

With a growl, your stomach answered for you and you sighed,.

"Just shut up," you thought to your gut, opening up the chip bag.

"Thank you...again." you murmured before popping a chip into your mouth.

"I mean...anytime you need me." Eddie said, focused on the road ahead.

You stole a glance at him from the corner of your eyes and could see a faint smile on his face, it caused you to smile as well.

"Uh, and just so you know. I kinda told the cops you were missing." Eddie said carefully.

"Some lady cop, Deborah. May or may not have given your house a call." He said.

For a moment, your anxiety shot up, and then it quickly settled down.

"If I was gone that long, they're already mad. I doubt a cop's call will make it any worse." you thought, releasing a long sigh.

"Was that....not ok?" Eddie asked in a cautious tone.

You sighed again, "It's fine, I'm actually glad someone did" you murmured.

"For once." you thought.

"But I'm not surprised it wasn't them." you whispered.

Eddie raised a brow and realizing you'd spoken out loud, you quickly tried to cover up your words.

"You know my dad doesn't have much faith or trust in police." you said.

"It's just two stooges within the H.P.D that can't be trusted." Eddie chuckled.

He tilted his head and gave a cheeky smile, "You know, I actually trust the cops when it counts." He said, looking your way.

That small cheeky smile turned into a cynical grin, "they just don't trust me." said Eddie.

You rubbed your arms, which ached slightly, "why not?" you asked.

Eddie shrugged, "probably because of the legacy my old man left behind. Probably because before mom jetted off with her fancy new scam artist's boyfriend, said boyfriend left a few people in town in the hole." Eddie spoke dryly.

"And then...I'm a weed guy, who just screams hooligan!" he said in a teasing tone.

You arched a bow, "you don't look like a hooligan..." you said,.

"And how is it your fault what your parents did?" you asked.

"Apples don't fall far from trees, bullshit." Eddie said with a shrug.

"They can damn well roll, can't they?" you asked, your eyes wandering out to the road.

"I certainly hope so. I hope I don't turn out like my own mother...eh...foster mother. I hope I end up like my real one...I'd like to think she was amazing." you spoke quietly.

Eddie exhaled "Then let's say she was." he said simply.

Robin got out of the car, following Amy's confident lead towards the looming building ahead of them with tentative steps.

"This is the Hawkins National Lab?" Robin asked, she could hardly pry her eyes away from the presence the building seemed to have.

"Yeah, it's a hell of a thing, isn't it?" Amy sighed. She came to a halt and scanned the area, a long grimace forming on her face.

Amy looked at the surrounding area, her eyes narrowing sharply, "I don't understand" she whispered.

"what? Is something wrong?" Robin questioned.

"Uh, yeah - this place is empty...." Amy said, turning to Robin with wide eyes.

"Well... I wasn't even fully aware it was here, so...." Robin uttered, she pointed her hand towards the lab, "I mean you know I heard some stuff about it last year but not much..." she tagged on.

"This would have been where Loxion sent its haul...but with it closed down," Amy murmured.

"Well, then, in that case, it's good that it's down r-right?" Robin stammered.

Amy growled in frustration, "no, this is where I was almost certain ____ would be....and my sister." Amy muttered, turning back to the Lab, she gave it a hard glare.

"I want to go have a peek," Amy thought to herself, "but I can't drag this random nobody in there with me...." she murmured barely above a whisper.

"Did you say something?" Robin asked.

Amy shook her head and exhaled.

"I'm just out of ideas, this was the only one I had." Amy said, turning to Robin.

Robin offered her a half smile, "well then let's just head back, someone might have heard something." Robin said, her eyes falling on the quiet lab ahead of them.

She had to admit, it gave an off-putting vibe.

Amy heaved a heavy sigh and nodded, "sure, just...no police stations. I'll explain on the way back." said Amy, trudging back to Robin's car.

Meanwhile, You glanced out the window, you then turned to Eddie with surprise.

"You aren't taking me home?" you asked.

"Not yet, you look like I'm hauling you to a cell." Eddie said, briefly looking your way.

"And you need more than chips." He added, turning the vehicle.

"Really, thank you, but I'm good." you said quickly.

"Well then maybe I'm hungry." he said with a mischievous smile.

"And if you should want to steal a fry or two..." Eddie hummed, looking at you, his head slightly tilted he flashed her a toothy smile.

"I won't bite you." he said.

You sucked in a breath and there went that bothersome flash of heat in your cheeks and ears, at the impish look on his face.

"I'm not a fry stealer," you muttered.

"No...just a heartbreaker, then?" Eddie hummed.

"You missed my show." he teased, letting his gaze slowly travel back to the road.

"I mean, the least you could do is let me buy you food." He chuckled.

"It...things don't work like that, I should be buying you food." you said baffled.

Eddie gave a shrug, "so, next time it's on you." he said, pulling into the drive-through of the burger place. 

You watched as Eddie leaned out the window slightly and called out his order to the box near the menu board. 

You sat as quietly as you could, arms crossed in determination.

Eddie smirked, he could feel your stubbornness even without looking at you.

"What do you want?" He called to you.

"Nothing," you spoke flatly, though your stomach growled loudly again.

"Can you give me another minute, man?" Eddie asked the voice in the box.

"Sure thing, dude," it called back.

A long smile spread across Eddie's face as he turned to you.

"Sorry what was that?" he asked.

"I said nothing," you repeated.

Eddie heard another growl from your stomach, he smirked and pointed down at it.

"No see, she just said - She wants a medium cheeseburger with fries and a...."

Eddie paused and examined your face carefully.

"A vanilla shake?" he questioned.

"No, I don't want anythi-"

You stomach growled louder than it had before.

Eddie gave a light laugh.

"Yeah, Vanilla it is." he said, turning back to the window he gave the rest of the order.

Grabbing the two brown paper bags handed to him after paying, Eddie turned to face your glare and flashed an innocent smile.

"No turning back now, I can't eat all this myself, can I?" He asked, passing you the bags.

You took firm hold of them and sighed in defeat.

"I hate you so much right now." you murmured, and for one last time, your stomach rumbled.

"Yeah, but she says she loves me." Eddie laughed.

You stole a glance at the bright smile on his face and inwardly sighed.

"I...can't really be mad at that face..." you thought.

Eddie turned up the sound in the car and popped a cassette in. Listening to the music and watching Eddie drum his hands in tune with the music almost made the attack you had suffered, as well as all the other oddities, feel far away.

"I want to say thank you." you thought, "but it seems like that's all I ever tell him." 

You hadn't noticed you were staring, the smallest smile found its way to Eddie's face as he felt his heart beat a little faster.

He needed to do something, in a minute you would make him blush.

"Jesus, she's making it hard to breathe." he thought, a light fluttering building in his stomach. 

Without thinking about it, Eddie tossed you a sudden wink.

A quiet gasp escaped your lips as you quickly turned to look out the passenger window.

You could feel all the heat in your body rise from your feet to your face.

"Oh, you're so stupid, you were staring!" you mind shouted.

"I don't mind it, You are an audience I'd never tire of entertaining," Eddie said.

You could have turned into a puddle of shame and anxiety, your lungs forgot how to breathe as you shut your eyes tightly, and a cringe rolled down your body.

"Oh.my.god." you said with strained words.

"What too cheesy?" Eddie asked.

You shook your head frantically, voice high as you peeped, "my damned mouth." 

Eddie erupted in laughter, nearly hitting the break as he did so.

You sulked, sinking into the seat as you listened to Eddie's laughter, your lips sucked in tight.

"This is exactly why Pat doesn't like to be seen with me." you said quietly.

"Um no." Eddie's annoyed voice sang in a venomous sing-song tone.

"Your brother is nothing more than a stray trying to impress anyone who'll take him in." Eddie said.

"Hey!" you shouted.

"Sorry." He said quickly. 

You sighed and sat quietly, "so you're not all wrong." you said.

"Patrick just...he just wants someone to look up to, you know?" you said, "He can't with dad."

"Yeah, it's not like he's got a totally amazing older sister or anything." Eddie hummed. 

"I'm hardly amazing, anyway. I'm a girl, it's not the same." you sighed.

"I still think your brother is an idiot." Eddie thought to himself, but he let it go for the moment.

What had started out as small nibbling at your burger turned into hearty chomps as you sat next to Eddie in the back of his van.

With the back doors open, together you looked down the small hill overlooking the commercial district of town.

You turned to look at Eddie.

"Can I ask you something? Even though it's probably painfully sad." you asked.

"Worse than letting inside thoughts speak out loud?" Eddie asked while quietly snickering.

"Possibly yeah," you murmured, fighting the creeping embarrassment.

"I'm kidding, fire away," Eddie said before popping a fry in his mouth.

You lost your nerve quickly, but you already asked about asking. Deciding not to look at him, you focused on the view below.

"Does this mean we're friends now? Cause like.... I dunno. I feel like a pain in the ass and I know you kind of didn't want to be seen with me the other day and all....but-"

Eddie started to choke on his soda as panic rose.

"I wasn't-" he tried between coughs.

You quickly sat your food down and threw your arms into the air, "up, up!" you said.

Eddie looked at you confused as he coughed.

"Arms up, it helps when you're coking on soda." you explained.

Eddie did as you said. 

However, he found himself laughing at how ridiculous you both looked, but it was indeed working. 

Catching his breath, Eddie sighed, "thanks, for that...but - I wasn't trying to not be seen with you." Eddie said evenly.

"I didn't want you catching me....working." he added carefully.

You looked him up and down, eyes growing wide, and you mouth tumbled open.

"What?" Eddie asked, watching your unblinking eyes.

"What?" he asked again.

"I swear it's mostly just weed and...." Eddie started to explain in a fluster when it dawned on him.

"OH!" he gasped, standing up, he stood in front of you with his hands out before him.

"No, no, I didn't mean for it to sound like that." he said.

"I was doing a drug deal!" Eddie nearly shouted.

Your mouth closed and trembled as you watched him, water slowly gathering in your eyes.

"I swear, I'm so serious," Eddie added.

You fell backward, and a loud laugh came from deep inside. You kicked your feet in a slight flutter as you held your stomach.

Eddie grasped his hair with both hands and exhaled a deep sigh of relief.  With a wry smile, Eddie climbed back into the van, taking his seat next to you.

He found himself watching you laugh, you laughed like a person who hadn't had a good one in a painfully long time.

"Anyway, so now you know," Eddie said.

You turned your head and watched him from where you lay wiping the water from your eyes.

"You didn't answer me," you said, still grinning as your stomach now ached from strong laughter.

Eddie's heart thundered in the light of your smile as you lay looking up at him.

Your grin turned into an unsure smile as he watched you right back.

"It's just....I don't have many friends, you know?" you said, voice becoming quite quickly.

You slowly adverted your eyes.

"And um...um, you're actually a pretty cool guy. It's...easy to talk with you," you said now fumbling over your words.

"Oh, maybe that was stupid...." you thought to yourself, shutting your eyes.

A soft gust of wind brushed alongside you as Eddie lightly flopped onto his back next to you. He kept his eyes on the roof of the van even still he could see your eyes fly open in shock.

A faint smile ticked onto his face.

"Huh, that's funny because you're actually a pretty cool girl." Eddie said in a monotone manner that left you confused.

You turned your head to look at him, gaze fixed to the profile of his face.

Eddie slowly smiled and turned his head to meet your gaze.

"I'd be honored to be your friend," He said, his tone unusually serious, it made your pulse quicken. 

Eddie lifted a finger in the air, "on one condition." he said.

"Um..." you stammered, "a conditional friendship?" you asked.

Eddie nodded carefully, but your unease slipped away as a grin spread across his face.

"You are at my show every Tuesday." He said.

"I....you really want me to see you play don't you?" you questioned.

"If you think I'm a pretty cool guy now," Eddie chuckled, with a pause, he flashed you a wickedly playful half smile.

"You're gonna love me if you hear what my guitar can do." He said, voice slightly deepening.

You quickly turned your head to look back at the ceiling before sitting up.

"Well!" you called, brushing stay bits of french fry salt off your clothing.

"I-I should try and find Robin.... She's probably worried." you said.

Eddie smiled to himself and sat up as well.

"Sounds good." he said, reaching out to close up the back doors.

Once both of you were settled into your seats, Eddie began to unsnap his leather wristband.

"What are you doing?" you asked, craning your neck to see.

Eddie held out the accessories to you "take it." he said.

You took the wristband gingerly, letting your thumbs rub the slightly worn leather. 

"I won't lie... I kinda always wanted to give someone one of these things." Eddie chuckled.

Water welled into your eyes again as a strangled laugh cracked through your vocal cords.

"A friendship bracelet?" you asked, looking at him skeptically.

Eddie started the van up and shrugged his shoulders, "sort of... it's the Munson version I guess." he said.

You glanced down at the band and snapped it around your own wrist. Sitting there you couldn't stop smiling.

Eddie however sighed, "just don't let me be stuck here." He thought to himself, eyes focused on the road ahead of him.

Robin leaned against her mother's car, shaking out her hands as if trying to shake free her anxiety, she let out a frustrated growl.

"Gah! We've been at this for hours and she's nowhere. We should go to the police!" Robin said.

"No cops!" Amy called, shutting the car door behind her. "It's a small town...she can't be far." she breathed.

"Can't she? What if...what if someone got her and stuffed her in a trunk and is halfway to like the middle of nowhere to stash ____ into a lonely untimely grave...." Robin's voice started to crack.

Amy gazed at the frantic girl with a dull expression.

"And she's somewhere scared and alone...it could be a cannibal, or- or worse..." Robin rambled.

"There's something worse than a cannibal?" asked Amy.

Robin shrugged and sniffled, "I don't know there could be." she said, "I'm the only friend she's got - she depends on me." said Robin.

Amy had to admit she was starting to feel bad about the pitiful look on Robin's face the more she sniffled and paced about.

Robin leaned against the car again, kicking miserably at a rock on the ground.

"But I can't think of anyone who'd target her. ____, she wouldn't hurt a fly unless she was feeding it to her spider. She never forgets anything you say is important to you - you know?" Robin said.

Leaning her head back, a smile came to her face.

"I remember about two years ago... I wanted to see the movie "Class of 1984" at the theater, I'd already seen it three times but, they were giving away signed posters of Lias Langlois to the first twenty people in line. But I was having my wisdom teeth removed." Robin droned, she turned to Amy and smiled.

"____ gets in line three hours early for the first showing of the day and waits," Robin started to giggle.

"She was the only one in line, there was no need to. But I remember being stupidly excited to see her when my mom pulled the car up to my house. She was just...standing on our front lawn, waving the open poster about like an airport sign." Robin sighed.

Amy listened in silence, she felt like she should say something, but the rumble of a car engine hushed her.

Eddie pulled the van to a stop, "alright, we found her." He said to you with a smile.

"Looks like she might have been looking for you too." Eddie added.

You smiled briefly before it turned into wonder,.

"Amy?" you questioned, your eyes shifting between the two girls,

"How'd...." you opened the van door and stepped out, slamming it behind you.

"Well, she's not with a cannibal." Amy said, turning to look towards you.

"Huh?" Robin hummed, turning as well as she exhaled.

"Oh, thank goodness!" she called, sprinting for you.

"If you do that again, I'm gonna kick your ass!" Robin said, voice shrill as she threw her arms around you.

"I swear It wasn't on purpose." you said being pulled into a noogie.

"You'd better not! Not ever again!" Robin choked, letting you free.

You beamed up at Robin.

"Shit, what happened to you?" Amy commented, strolling next to the two friends.

You shook your head, "I wish I knew, I woke up in the woods."

You held your arms in the air to show the state of yourself, "like this..." you muttered.

"Woke up? How'd you get there?" Robin asked hesitantly.

You merely shook your head, "I don't know."

"Yes, you are leaving out a lot, but the important thing is, you aren't lying." you thought.

"That's not all of it either, She was being chased by these freakish dog things," Eddie said as he walked towards them.

He waved his hand around his face, "they had no face or…some weird not face." He explained. 

"Freakish faceless dog things?" Amy asked squinting.

"They started chasing me while I was trying to find my way about the woods. Oddly enough, it was a good thing, too." you turned and grinned up at Eddie. 

"They chased me straight to help," you stated.

Robin sulked slightly at the smile on your face.

"You helped her get here?" Robin asked, turning her eyes to Eddie.

"Yeah, I mean. It's not the first time." Eddie said.

"It's actually like the third time he's saved me from some sort of misfortune," you confessed.

"Do I tell anyone about the car? I thought it had to do with Mr. Ford...now, I'm not so sure." you thought.

"Well thanks" Robin said holding out a hand for Eddie, Eddie chuckled and shook it.

Amy watched you quietly, her eyes scanning over the distress your clothing and body had been in.

"Was it them?" Amy asked vaguely.

You lingered in confusion for a moment.

"Loxion" Amy said flatly.

"Oh!" you said with a fake nervous chuckle

"Play it off you don't want to worry either Robin or Eddie about things you are unsure of right?" you thought.

"Ha, good one, no!" you sang.

"Who are you?" Eddie asked, he threw his hands in the air lazily, "not to be rude or anything." he added quickly.

Amy placed her hands on her hips "Amy." she said simply.

You gave a subtle shake of your head hoping that Amy would catch on.

"Inside joke." Amy said to Eddie.

"Alright," Eddie hummed, he had to admit he got an odd vibe from the girl.

"Um, I'm gonna head home," Eddie said, pointing over his shoulder to his van as he turned to face you.

"Buuut if you need me" he said.

Walking to you he took your hand and exposed your palm.

" -for anything," he added.

You watched him take a pin out of his back pants pocket. He removed the top with his mouth and started writing on your palm. 

Robin peered over Your shoulder to see a number carefully written on your skin. 

Eddie let go of your hand and backed away, clicking the top back onto the pin and tucking it back into his pocket.

"Give me a call." He said, making a phone with his hands.

"Uh...y-yeah." you stammered, "thank you!" you called, recovering with a smile.

Eddie gave a small playful bow and returned to his van.

You waved him goodbye and watched until he disappeared around the corner. Your heart beat a little faster as you looked down at your hand.

"Is he the friend?" Robin asked slyly, but her eyes were silently screaming.

"Huh? Um....yeah. Now at least." you said, turning to face your two friends.

"Wait? Why'd you say it like that?" you asked.

"For anything" Amy said, mocking Eddie's voice as best she could.

Robin tried to hold in a laugh.

"It was so bad." Robin snorted.

You giggled and Robin smiled gently, she knew a good silly snort usually put you into a lighter mood.

"Yeah well... He's helped me a lot. And you know, I don't have friends just you - which is great. But I can't bug you forever." you said to Robin.

"Sure you can, I plan on bugging you forever. I'm gonna be that annoying person in the front row of your future wedding crying great big ugly tears and shooting snot everywhere." Robin said with a grin.

"You can't do that! If anyone is ever crazy enough to marry me, you're my maid of honor, you can't be in the stands!" you chimed.

"Well, I'm not standing in heels or putting on a dress." Robin grimaced.

"You won't have to," you laughed lightly.

"Hey!" Amy called out with a long frown on her face.

"Feeling left out?" Robin asked with a half smile.

"I want to know why I'm not a friend - I looked for you too, you know?" Amy asked.

You blinked a few times.

"I thought you said you had to trust me first?" you asked. 

Walking up to you, Amy ran a finger along the small tears in your arm.

"I trust you, and I think you're the only one who will understand," Amy murmured, rolling up her sleeve a bit, she exposed several tiny scars randomly strewed across her skin.

Your eyes grew wide.

"I don't remember getting them either...just that I ran a very long way." said Amy.

Robin fell silent and looked between the two, she didn't like how heavy the air had suddenly become.

"It's almost four, we should really get you home," Robin said to you.

You frowned, "I don't want to go back." you thought.

You couldn't tell them that, but you wanted to scream it. Part of you was afraid, despite the danger of the day it was the most fun you had in a while.

"And the moment I cross that doorway, it's over and reality sinks back in." you thought side, glancing at the ground. 

"But I am sure no one fed Shelob...she might be hungry and...I need to see if my room is still acting, strange." you pondered.

Looking up at Robin, you gave a stiff nod, "yeah, yeah, I should get home." you said quietly.

"Are you sure?" Amy asked.

"Yes...someone might be worried about me." you said, forcing a smile.

"Do you need a ride home too, Amy?" Robin asked.

Amy collected her backpack from the car and shook her head.

"No, I've actually got some things to see to." Amy said.

You gave her a stern glaze, "you be careful out there." you warned.

Amy swatted away your worries with one hand, "pftt, I can handle a few dogs, it's people that scare me." Amy said.

"I'm glad you're...mostly ok." she added, turning on her heel and heading up the road.

Robin watched Amy from the rearview mirror.

"You know It's saying something when I'm not the weirdest of your friends," she said with a slight shake of her head.

"I'm glad you're branching out.." Robin said, falling into a chuckle, "But boy can you pick 'em." she laughed.

You gave a hesitant knock on your front door, stealing a look at Robin who'd walked you there.

"They won't get too mad if someone is with me."  you thought.

Robin couldn't mask the frown on her face, she didn't like how it all felt.

"They never even called anyone about it - I never saw them looking for her." Robin thought.

With a heavy sigh, she quickly grew tired of waiting and knocked louder against the door to your house. 

"Who's - oh...." Patrick's voice faded as he swung open the door.

"I'm back...and I'm okay," you said, the words came out far more awkward than they should have.

But it was clear, your brother was neither overjoyed nor upset about your return.

In fact, "his eyes look like he could actually care less." Robin thought her eyes narrowing.

"Yeah, big sis - back home after six long days of not being around....aren't you happy, Patrick?" Robin asked pointedly.

"Sure I am," Patrick stated dryly.

The hollow gaze in his eyes worried you, you knew that look.

"Dads been worried sick...." He muttered, rubbing his lower back.

You could tell he was hiding a wince, and you felt your stomach drop with a cringe of dread.

"oh..." you whispered mournfully, "I'm sorry." 

Patrick gave a hard roll of his eyes, "sure you are, ____." he grumbled, leaving the doorway and walking off.

You turned to Robin, who stood speechless and seething.

"Thank you, Robin. I'll be alright now. Um, I'll call you in the morning." you said, leaning in you gave Robin a hug.

"Alright, tomorrow I head off to band camp, but if you need me to stay I will." said Robin.

"No, no. You love band camp, you're the best horn player around - go. I'm ok, really." you reassured.

Robin gave a nod, "ok, be sure to take care of yourself, I don't wanna come back to find you missing again!" Robin called to her on the way to the car.

You laughed, but you could see that she was more than half serious.

"Have a good trip," you called, waving as Robin pulled out of the driveway.

Then, taking a deep breath, you stepped into the house and closed the door behind you.

"Ey oh, my lovely little Denizens! Welcome to Dodo's hit list hour here on 106.9  The Neck. Strange shit has been going down in town again my loves. And the man doesn't want you to hear 'bout it!"

The radio personality said over the radio in Jeff's mom's garage.

Eddie and his friends sat around a small card table, setting up for their campaign.

"We really need to see if they'll let us use a room in the school during the summer months, too." Scott complained.

They hardly had enough room to roll dice.

"You know animal controls finding stay cats and dogs with chunks missing from them? It's gnarly man, I know a guy that knows a guy down at the local shelter - it wasn't pretty. But we don't have coyotes, so what's the deal? You wanna call in with your theories? Hit us up after the next break, for now, enjoy some Tank, Leatherwolf and Slayer coming at you!"

Announced the radio personality.

Eddie's ears burned with what she said, and for a moment he could remember the brief glimpse he caught of the odd faceless dog.

The memory almost made him shiver.

Meanwhile, Amy ran her fingers along a set of tracks in the earth of the woods.

"They went this way." she murmured.

Following the tracks, Amy was brought to a fence marred with shallow claw marks.

"What?" she questioned, hopping up, Amy pulled herself to peer over the top of the fence.

On the other side, a pool glistened under the sunset, Amy couldn't see anything out of the ordinary in the yard and many lights were on in the house itself.

From the first-floor window, Amy could see the silhouettes of two people.

"Dudes got some kinda tall hair." Amy thought, slowly lowering herself down from the fence.

"But no monsters..." Amy thought carefully, petting the claw marks in the fence.

"though it for sure came over this fence. Maybe it moved on up the block from here?" Amy asked herself.

"No, they don't risk busy streets." she murmured.

"Which means....it found a way back in." Amy's mind echoed.

"Shit." she whispered.

She needed to investigate this backyard, but now clearly wasn't a wise time.

"I need to find out who lives here." Amy thought. "Maybe ____ will know."

"You cost me time, and the plant money, You disrespected pastor Alvin, and Mr. Ford." your father quietly seethed as he stood before you.

You'd pushed yourself deeper into the plushness of the sofa.

"The police department called the house, an officer was going to look into this house, into us. Do you know how that looks?" He asked you.

"I'm sorry I wasn't-"

"If you dare run away from this house again, I will have you tossed to the streets." you father growled.

"I didn't run away," you murmured.

"And what, you were snatched in the night? By who? What sad, desperate person would want to snatch you?" your mother chuckled in a slur of amusement, taking a large gulp of her wine.

Your eyes started to tear up.

"You guys did." you whispered.

"Or...you used to." you thought, your hands grasping at the edge of the cushions.

"I didn't run away, after the door got jammed there was a power surge... I fell asleep I guess and that's all I remember -" you said your eyes flicking between your parents desperately.

"I woke up in the woods, I don't know how I got there!" you said your voice raising as your eyes pled for them to believe you. 

However, you were met with silence and lowered your head.

"I'm sorry," you said quickly, you couldn't read them, but it was better to try and nullify their anger if it was there.

"You will go and apologize to Pastor Alvin, tomorrow night." your father ordered.

"Tomorrow night?" you questioned.

Your mother took an especially long swig of her wine,.

"Mmmhmm you're going to the police office first to clear up the misunderstanding you've caused. You'll tell them you're a selfish little brat who ran away from her loving family." she said.

"But I-" you sighed, "yes of course," you murmured.

"And then after that, we're having Doctor Leah look you over - she'll give you a clear medical record," said your father.

Yo nod your head robotically.

"I'm tired, I'm sorry, may I go to bed now?" you asked softly.

"Go on, you'll need to be alert tomorrow." your father sighed.

You trudged up the steps to your room, now that your mind had little else to focus on besides tasks for the next day, you could feel how much your body ached.

Pausing at your doorway you eye the door a little ways down the hall. Music came blasting from the other side, mingled in with the sounds of some action movie.

"I shouldn't, but I need to check on him." you thought.

Preparing yourself for your brother's venomous remarks, you headed up the hall.

At Patrick's door your hand lingered in the air for a moment before knocking.

The movie raged on and no one answered. You sighed and knocked louder.

"Go away!" Patrick shouted.

"I'm just," you sighed, "Are you ok? I saw you at the door, it looks like you hurt your back?" you asked.

"Yeah, I play sports, it happens." Patrick snapped.

"Sports my ass." you muttered.

"Just...remember to ice it, and I have a spare heating pad if you need one." you offered.

"Stop trying to help, I don't need it. You should have stayed away! That's how you could have helped!" Patrick barked through the door.

"Goodnight Pat." you murmured in defeat, heading back to your room.

He was about as ok as you were, you'd known that much.

"If you told him what Dad makes you do, he'd be less resentful." you thought, slipping into your room and heading to feed Shelob.

"But he still thinks our - his family can be fixed. If I tell him, what hope would he have left?" you whispered to Shelob.

Before you could open the jar of crickets, Shelob was already trying to climb the glass.

"Hold on Shelly... I know I'm very late. But I'm glad you've managed somehow." you said.

You reach a finger into the tank in hopes of petting the spider to calm it.

However, Shelob took the chance to climb up your hand and arm, nestling on your shoulder.

"I'm glad someone in here is glad to see me." you giggled.

"And they told us Tarantulas don't get attached to their people." you said, carefully removing Shelob and placing her back inside her tank with her food.

"I'll bring you a live catch tomorrow," you promised her before heading to bed.

Your feet stopped halfway eyes lingering on the floor lamp, waiting for something to happen.

"It seems normal." you thought, your gaze slowly shifting to the window, and what you saw there made you gasp.

Scuttling over, you pressed your hand carefully to gouge marks on the window seal.

"What in the hell are these?" you wondered, inching your face closer.

While doing so, four small creatures crawled from the deep gashes in the wood.

"You're all still here." you breathed, looking down at the tiny spiders.

"You've made this your new hiding spot?" you asked them.

Standing up, you looked out the window and down at the pool, where the lamp still lay at the bottom.

"Did one of those things drag me out of here?" you asked yourself.

You glanced at the baby spiders crawling back into the gashes and then to Shelob.

"If only you guys could talk, I am sure you saw everything." you sighed, trudging back to your bed. 

You collapsed into the blanket and hugged the pillow, releasing a tired sigh as your eyes closed.

Behind closed eyes, you could see the monster dogs, and your heart raced with the memory of running as hard as you could.

Then, as if clawing through your memories, you could see the larger monster.

Your eyes shot open, "It wasn't a dog...." you muttered, rolling onto your back.

Hugging the pillow, a chill ran down your spine.

"But it wasn't anything human either, was it? And it's still out there." you thought.

Something tickled at your foot, causing you to squirm.

"Ouch!" you yelped, carefully sitting up.

You drew your foot close. With wide eyes, you watched a large black widow spider working away at the shard in your foot. 

Stunned you gawk as the shard finally fell out, and just like that the helpful little creature crawled away.

"Huh." you breathed.

"Did you know her Shelob?" you asked, looking towards the spider tank. 

The lamp flickered and you froze.

"No." A deep voice seemed to echo across the air.

It sent a slippery sensation down the back of your neck leaving you unnerved.

"But I do," it called.

"Soon, I shall send her and her family to bring you home." the voice whispered, fading away.

You shut your eyes tightly.

"Voices?" you thought.

However, this voice wasn't in your mind, that you were certain.

It felt as if it had been in the room, in the air. You could feel the fear settling in your chest as you closed your eyes even tighter.

"It's ok... it's just the stress of everything...just lay down and sleep." you told yourself, slowly laying down.

Snuggling into the blanket, you pulled the linen over your head.

In the dark you could see Eddie's face, and feel how his gaze seemed to remind you to remain calm. You were back in the van hiding from the monster.

"Somehow now, at that moment, I think I felt far safer than here in this house." you thought.

Your fear settled down a bit and taking a deep breath you snuggled into bed.

"Try to find some rest...and think of something nice." you told yourself gently petting the leather around your wrist.

As sleep took you, you were left with the vision of talking with Eddie and his friends in the hallway of the school and the hug you'd given them.

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[imaginesxthevamps]

hi! is it okay to ask for a brad imagine where him n reader are good friends and secretly like each other, and one cute thing ab their friendship is reader jus randomly repeats brad’s sentences/words with a british accent whether he asks her smth or he just speaks his mind? surprisingly he doesn’t find it annoying but rlly cute and he jus lovingly stares at her 🥺

A loving Christmas | Brad Simpson

Word count: +/- 1.5k

Date: 25/12/2022

Proofread: yes, grammar and spelling mistakes can still be there

Warnings: none

Tags: Bradley Simpson, The Vamps, imagine, fanfiction, one shot, fluff, xreader, request

A/N: Surprise! I gave it a little Christmassy touch to give you all a little present. I hope you like it! Let me know what you think :))💛

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Snow is falling as your father drives through the streets of Birmingham. The houses are decorated with Christmas lights, giving the streets a cozy look. The snow even adds a little magic to it. 

You're on your way to the Simpson's house to celebrate Christmas eve. Derek is a very good friend of your father as they both work at the golf course. They even went to school together when they were kids. But it's only since a certain event that they got really close. 10 years ago when you were 15 years old, your mom got into a car accident. When she had a green light, another car from another direction crashed into her. The car from your mother crashed into a building. She survived but was in a coma for three months. The Simpsons took you in as you were a minor and still had to go to school and your father was almost always at the hospital by your mother's side. They also took your father in because he was heartbroken and thought your mother was never going to get out of this. Because of these events, your family feels like family to them and since that year you all celebrate Christmas eve together.

Your dad drives up the driveway of the Simpson's house. As you and your mother get out, your father is already taking the presents out of the back of the car. "Dad, I'll help you", you say to him and you take some of the presents over from him. Your mom is already by the door as she smiles at you two. "My two favorite Christmas elves", she says and your dad jokingly rolls his eyes. Your mom rings the doorbell and a few seconds later Brad opens the door. "Brad!", you scream. "Y/n!!", he screams back and you fall in each other's arms for a big hug. You haven't seen Brad in months because he was on tour with The Vamps. You've missed him a lot as you two are such close friends.

Brad lets all of you in and gives your mom and dad also a hug. “Mom, they are here”, Brad shouts as he takes the jackets and hangs them in a closet. Anne-Marie, Brad’s mom, and Derek appear in the doorway. “It’s so good to see you all”, she says and hugs your mother first. “It’s been way too long”, your mom says and hugs her even tighter. Your dad is already talking to Derek. “y/n sweetheart, I’m so glad to see you”, Anne Marie says and also gives you a tight hug. “Since Brad is back from tour all he is talking about is seeing you again”, she whispers in your ear. You can’t help but smile at that, you’ve been missing him a lot too.

Once everyone is done greeting each other, Anne Marie leads you to the living room. When you enter the room Jack jumps off the couch and runs over to you. He jumps up at you and you try to pet him but he is too wild from all the enthusiasm. “He loves you a lot”, Brad says. “Of course he does, he loves me more than you”, you say jokingly. Brad sticks his tongue out in response and you do the same, making him laugh. 

“So how was tour?”, you ask Brad as you sit down on the couch. “It was so fucking amazing, it felt like ages ago since we were on a stage and the crowds were amazing”. “I’m glad it was ‘fucking amazing’”, you say and you repeat the words in Brad’s typical Birmingham accent. You always do this, not to make fun of him or his accent but because you love his accent so much. Most times you fail in copying his accent as you’re not from Birmingham. Brad tells you all about tour, he tells you about every show. For a second you even forget that your families are also in the same room.

Not much later Anne-Marie says that everyone has to move to the dining table as she is going to start with the food. You’re sitting next to Natalie, Brad’s sister, and Brad is sitting in front of you. Like the child he sometimes is he is kicking your leg with his foot. “You sure you’re an adult?”, you ask him jokingly. “I’m older than you”. “I’m older than you”, you repeat in his accent, making him laugh. 

Like always Anne-Marie’s food is delicious. That’s one of the things you missed when you moved back home when your mom was better. Since then she is like a second mother to you. You love it to be here, especially because your best friend also lives here. When you lived here, you and Brad became close. He was always there to comfort you when you were sad or when you were struggling. He felt like a brother to you. He is also just a few years older than you. Through the years you became closer and closer but he doesn’t feel like a brother anymore. He feels like your soulmate, like someone who is always going to be by your side. 

After everyone is done eating you and Brad go to his room. It’s 10PM which means it’s still two hours until it’s time to open the presents. “It’s like you still live here”, you notice when you enter his room. Everything is still the same as before he moved to his own house. “I left most of my stuff here and my parents want to keep it like this. They still want me to feel at home when I’m here”, Brad explains. “They are still having it difficult with that you left I think” “It’s better than in the beginninb,but yeah, it was not easy for them as we're so close as a family”. 

You sit on the bed and Brad sits next to you. “I’ve been thinking about buying or renting my own apartment too, I’ve worked a lot the past 2 years after uni and I think it’s time”. “You go girl”, Brad says and bumps his shoulder with his. You have to smile at him, his eyes are shinier than normal which means he is truly happy. You lay down on the bed, facing the ceiling. “Do you remember 10 years ago when you were here that we would always talk about the future and how it would look?”. “Do you remember?”, you repeat him and look at him, “Of course I do, I was going to live in a villa in Los Angeles as I was going to be married to Dylan O’Brien”. Brad can’t help but laugh hysterically. “I remember you saying that, you were sooo in love with him because of that tv show, how is it called again, Teen Wolf”. “Shut up”, you laugh. You take a pillow and smash it in his face. 

Brad lays down now too. He stares into your eyes and a smile is forming on his lips. “You look beautiful tonight”. “You look beautiful tonight”, you repeat him. “Why do you always repeat me?”, he asks genuinely. “I like your accent, I’ve always done that”, you say honestly. Brad doesn’t answer, he just stares at you. “What?”, you ask him. “I think it’s cute”, he tells you. You feel your cheeks heating up and you look away from him out of embarrassment. “Don’t be shy now”, he says and diverts your head back to his with his finger on your chin. “What would I do without you, Brad?”. “What would I do without you Brad?”, Brad repeats you now. You push his arm with your hand “What? Now I can’t do the same?”. “No, you can but my accent sucks”. “No, I like it, I like your voice”. “Please that’s cringe”. “So you can give me compliments but I can’t give you them?”, Brad pretends to be offended. “You can but saying you like my voice just sounded a little bit too much”, you say. “What compliments does the lady here like then?”. “I liked it when you called me beautiful”, you say while looking at your own hands. Brad takes your hand in his. “I can say it more if you want to because it’s the truth”. Now you’re looking at him again. His look is so soft and loving. Your eyes divert from his eyes to his lips and he does the same. Slowly Brad is closing the gap between you two. You can feel his breath and you notice he is breathing more erratically, meaning that he is nervous. You feel his lips touching yours slightly. Your heart is beating fast as if it’s going to explode. 

“Sweethearts, it’s present time!”, you hear your mother scream from downstairs. As fast as you can you back off again. Without looking at Brad again, you stand up from the bed and you leave the room. “Yes mom, we’re coming down”. 

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(I hope y'all don't hate me too much for the end)

The Vamps requests are open

[eriis97]

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1. Don't like creepys/slashers x reader content? Don't read it. A lot of things in this blog aren't canon, and that's alright.

2. I write xreader only. I won't write for OC's or requests that are too specific. I also don't write character x character.

3. I WON'T write for Sally (and other children) romantically/ in a love relationship. But I can write about her in other type of scenarios (like, being friends or relatives).

4. If you romanticise real serial killers, please stay away from my blog.

5. I'll write nsfw(t) and violent scenarios, but those (and all my other posts) will have their warnings announced in the begging. In the nsfw topic, I won't write incest or r@pe.

6. I don't mind writing about mental health and as I said before, those will have its specifics warnings.

7. new rules mught be added at any time, so please always check before asking.

8. Also, please, understand that if any ask makes me uncomfortable in any way, I won't write it. Or I'll, just changing a few details.

9. If you guys have any doubt, few free to send me an ask! I have no problem with answering questions about the blog, what i think about the characters our even about myself.

10. I'll only write for the characters down below this list. New characters might be added eventually.

creepypastas:

Clockwork;

Eyeless Jack;

Homicidal Liu;

Hoodie;

Jason the Toymaker;

Jeff the Killer;

Jane the Killer;

Laughing Jack;

Masky;

Nina the Killer;

Slenderman;

Ticci Toby.

slashers:

Billy Loomis;

Brahms Heelshire;

Bubba Sawyer;

Hannibal Lecter;

Jason Voorhees;

Michael Myers;

Norman Bates;

Pennywise;

Stuart Macher;

Thomas Hewitt.

[seas1mping]

Uh oh, my Creepypasta brainrot is back. Time for murder.

Pssst.... @slutforben this ones for u bestie

SLENDERMAN

--

Is actually so tired

Please get him a cup of coffee that has 12 shots of espresso. He needs it

No I dont know how coffee works I dont drink it.

If you do the "you're my dad!! Boogie woogie woogie" vine he will pin you to the wall

Not in a fun way either.

Do not smooch him he'll yell at you

He smooch back later tho so dont worry

No PDA and by PDA I mean anything in front of the Pastas.

Sally is a hard maybe.

Slender: Let me see what you have!

Y/N: A KNIFE

Slender: NO!!!

Splendor: Oh my god why do they have a knife-

Slender says wear a mask

Ya dummies

As The World Caves In (Sarah Cothran cover)

BEN DROWNED

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Whoever's man is holding 17 energy drinks trying to decide which one to get please come get him

Mans has a Bang addiction

MANBUN BEN MANBUN BEN MANBUN BEN MANBUN BEN MANBUN BEN MANBUN BEN MANBUN BEN MANBUN BEN MANBUN BEN MANBUN BEN MANBUN BEN MANBUN BEN MANBUN BE

PLEASE play with his hair

Sof,,,

Hold him gentl like hmbrger

Let's u beat him as Smash sometimes

"Hey BEN can you get the Thunderblight Ganon for me"

"No."

"Why not"

"Because you need the experience for Ganon"

Why am I saying that?

Because he would.

Ganon in Castle is easier than Thunderblight Ganon and I will fight you on it.

I love Urbosa a lot,

But fuck Thunderblight Ganon

Anyway also play board games with him.

He'll scream

It's very funny to watch

Cloud 9 by Beach Bunny

LAUGHING JACK

--

My boy

🥺🥺

Please love him

Go too long without physical contact and he will literally walk up to you with a scowl

"What is it?"

"You havent hugged me randomly once."

"You said you wanted a warning"

"Wh- H- I-"

"Do you want a hug Jack"

"......yes."

Movie nights

Also he makes candy without poison for you and leaves notes on which are and are not yours.

Makes unpoisoned Jolly Ranchers

DO NOT EAT THE GREEN APPLE ONES

Those are his 😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡

Hc that he gets really sad from Christmas because it reminds him of Isaac.

If you celebrate something else, make sure to include him as a distraction.

If you celebrate Christmas, you can give other people presents and him presents but make sure to spend most of the day with him so hes not lonely

Can yall tell I kin him yet

Talking To The Moon by Bruno Mars

[blackvitaminblacksoul]

Is Creepypasta the CREEPYPASTA that we still know?

Honestly can't believe what they keep on doing to creepypasta..it's not all about rainbows and they're not kind. Creepypasta defines horror and gore well. Not being a kill joy since I actually laugh at creative ff stories but there are those who are...fangirling and gushing over the character's body.

I get it..and it had been years, the sexy stuff yada yada. It's not the creepypasta I've known before. Creepypasta can't just be cute..they're a messed up group who kills and they won't exempt anyone..sometimes the love story about them and the OC/s is/are too sappy to handle.

There are a lot of great ff stories, mostly about Eyeless Jack, Jeff The Killer, Laughing Jack some made me cry or even upset - a positive thought. Though, nowadays it's rare to read stories that have the mix of horror and realistic turn of events...everything is just all about love, love at first sight schemes... My point is..the purpose of creepypasta is not there anymore, some still keeps its purpose but not as what it was before. Just imagine the sheer terror and anxiety while you're reading those chapter where you run from one of them (in the story) Like, you can still develop an emotion towards that person but not in a way that it seem too normal and sweet. The twists of events and the realization. A chapter where you start to grow insane.

[bungou-stray-dingus]

Glad To Have You, Princess

Flufftober Day 5

Pairing : Junichirou x Reader

A/N : I always try to include Naomi into anything I write with Junichirou, mainly because it just feels strange to split them up. Like, they’re always together. She’s not a xReader part, but, ya know, I just feel like she’ll be around always, and that’s a-okay.

🎃 “Y/N!!!” Naomi’s voice rang out through the speaker of your phone. “Hey, Naomi!” You pulled the phone away to check the time, it was 11:30AM. You usually slept in until the afternoon on the weekends, but apparently Naomi had other plans.

🎃 “My brother was too nervous to call you.” She said, obviously trying to whisper so Junichirou couldn’t hear her, but you still heard your boyfriend in the back call out. “I WASN’T NERVOUS! I WAS CLEANING UP BREAKFAST!” You snickered at his defense, causing Naomi to laugh. “Well, Junichirou and I are carving pumpkins today, and he really wanted you to come over too.”

🎃 Your heart soared, knowing that Junichirou wanted you to be involved in the private things he did with Naomi, family things. “I’ll be right over.” You said, the smile never leaving your face as you hung up your phone and rolled out of bed.

🎃 Junichirou and Naomis apartment wasn’t very far from your own, so you decided to walk there. It was overcast, but no rain in the forecast, leaves drifted along the sidewalk with the crisp fall breeze. It was a perfect day to relax indoors and carve pumpkins.

🎃 You knocked on the door, your heart beating a mile a minute. You had been dating him for three months but you still got butterflies whenever you were about to see him. Every date was like the first all over again.

🎃 The door opened and Naomi stood in front of you, her hair pulled up in a ponytail, an apron draped over her. She smiled when she saw you, squealing as she wrapped her arms around you. “You’re here! This is going to be so fun! We already have your apron ready for you, and Junichirou is pulling out all the yucky stuff.”

🎃 “She says she wants to carve pumpkins and I get stuck with the hardest job. Hello, honey.” Junichirou turned away from the pumpkin on the table, wiping his hands on his apron as he walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your forehead. “Would you like to help me remove the goop from the pumpkin since she won’t.” He looked over at Naomi and she giggled at his fake attitude. You nodded, grabbing the apron off the table.

🎃 Clearing the pumpkins out took longer than expected, yours and Junichirous hands were slimy and covered in pumpkin seeds and you both playfully wiped your hands on each others aprons. “You two are so cute!” Naomi said excitedly as she leaned back on her arms, watching the two of you.

🎃 “How about you two start carving the pumpkins and I’ll start preparing dinner.” Junichirou said, kissing the top of your head as he got up and walked towards the kitchen.

🎃 Naomi and yourself start outlining the designs of your pumpkins, basic jack-o-lanterns with cute little faces. “Yours is really cute, Y/N! Are you making it for Junichirou?” You blushed and tried to hide your smile as you focused on your pumpkin. “Don’t tease. I‘love love the pumpkin whether it’s for me or not, Y/N.” Junichirou called from the kitchen, and your face burned brighter.

🎃 The pumpkins were finished just in time for dinner, Junichirou had even been able to help carve one before having to pull the food out of the oven. Naomi had gotten tea light candles to light and place in the pumpkins at the center of the table.

🎃 “They look fantastic. A perfect centerpiece for a perfect evening.” Junichirou said, bringing the plates out of the kitchen to set in front of you and Naomi. As he sat down, he turned to face you, holding your hand in his. “I love having you around. Maybe you can spend Halloween with us too?”

[the-fiction-witch]

Note To Self

REAL LIFE: SCANDAL COUPLE: TBS XREADER RATING: FLIRTY AF

"Goodbye now one and unwelcome to this Good content" Y/n smiled from the sofa

"What are you doing?" Thomas asked

"Its not Opposite day... you Very attractive mouse like creature"

"what are you trying to say?"

"I wanted to call you an ugly rat But I don't know what the opposite of a rat is"

"I worry about you. when I'm not around"

"I'm not dumb!"

"Yeah, sure your not"

"God damn it Thomas be nice or get out of my house!"

"You just called me a rat!"

"You look like a rat"

"Why do I look like a rat?"

"The thing your growing on your face"

"Will you get over it? I have a reason to keep it right now so I can't get rid of it. for work" He says

"I know. and I hate it so very much. The second your allowed to shave again I am going to wax that off your face"

"Is there a point to this video? Or is this just lets be mean to Thomas episode six?"

"Ohh Thomas, Please" she says "Every video is lets be mean to Thomas, My Carrer is built on being mean to you"

"What are we doing y/n?" He asks

"We are going though what the other googles and writes down on our phones and note book when its late at night" she smiled

"we are?" he asks a little panicked

"Yes we are Thomas"

"Ooohh... so what I write and look up on my phone at like two am when I can't sleep?"

"Yes"

"......... But its not safe for work?" He whispered

"we'll skip the porn Thomas" she whispered back

"It's not the porn I'm worried about"

"what else do you look up at three am?"

"That's between me and Steve"

"Wh- Who's Steve Thomas?"

"My phone" He says

"wait... so when you first set up your phone it asks you to name it right?" "Yeah"

"and you took that as not to call it I don't know, Thomas' phone, TBS personal or anything like that you thought they actually meant give it a name?"

"Yes I did, His name is Steve. and he helps me work out maths, and also shop for things I don't need"

"Like that Egg timer you have in your kitchen"

"My egg timer is awesome I don't know what your taking about"

"Thomas. You are a man in your thirties. You do not need an egg timer that looks like the death star"

"... Yes I do"

"God damn it Thomas!" she sighed "I swear to god your five."

"People have been informing me I look five for many years"

"Yes but you also act it."

"If I'm five I have a lot of weapons in my house... also all the porn"

"well done Thomas. Just tell the world you have porn"

"Ohh no... Sally darling. Cut that please"

"Gimme Steve," she says stealing his phone so she handed him hers

"Can I talk about how your background is just you with your bunnies?"

"You may, but then I may discuss how yours is just a picture of a cool beach you found." she laughs "Fun fact Thomas sends me very random WhatsApp messages, usualy pictures of just... stuff"

"Its normally landscapes when I'm working" "and hotel rooms, But to be fair I like seeing them"

"You just send me pictures of cute dogs?"

"I do, If I see a cute dog on the streets I usual ask if I can pet them and if I can then I pet them and send Thomas a pic of the cute dog I found"

"I'm always a little worried of someone questioning us about that. Like why do you have like sixty strangers dog's photographed on your phone?" He laughs "Because I don't have an answer that sounds not weird"

"Thomas? why did you just send jack a picture of toast?"

"He asked what I as doing and at the time I was eating toast"

"So you just send him a picture with the caption. Toast"

"You send me random porn gif's sometimes... just like at five am I'll get like a gif of like I don't know a girl riding some dude reverse cowgirl, with just like no context not even a hello first"

"Do you then used them to jerk off?"

".... None of your business" he answered "It's a little ... like when in bed with your girlfriend"

"Just, Ohh what's that honey, Ohh yeah just my friend sending me a gif of hardcore porn"

"exactly, like its fine please don't question it. also please don't get mad"

"Wasn't I like the main reason you and your ex broke up?"

"It wasn't the main reason, but... it contributed yes"

"she didn't like me"

"No she hated you"

"She asked you to move in with her didn't she?"

"She did, but we hadn't been dating that long and I found out later the only reason she wanted me to move in with her was so I would move away from you"

"she was a bitch"

"she was... terrible boobs also"

"What makes a bad boob Thomas?"

"not fun to play with. at least from a man perspective. Also... she had a daughter so they uhh yeah"

"anyway! you google a lot of like urban dictionary?"

"I do, Because my friend's say things in text that... I don't understand. and I have to look up"

"You are so old"

"I am" He sighs "You mostly google like map stuff. Like food..." he laughs "You must be the only person I know who sorts the food to nearest to me Ooohh I didn't know there was a Chinese that close to our house?"

"Yes, its like behind us and around a corner"

"Oooohh can we get chinese food?"

"Yes we can"

"woo!"

"what is self note?" she asked

"Its where you can record yourself like a mini voice recording of a note for yourself and you can make it remind you later" He explained

"Ooohh, You have alot of random notes"

"I do, mostly for things like go get shopping or do luandry"

"what's this one from... two am last week?" she asks

"Ohh don't-" He began but she had already clicked it

"Note to self... google if that thing is real... where you can get a couple of ribs removed... so you can suck your own di-" The phone said in clearly thomas' voice before y/n stopped it

"Thomas?" she asks

"Don't ever take my phone again" He warns stealing it from her and running off somewhere else in her house

"why did you need to look that up?" she laughs getting up to follow him

"Well you're not gonna do it" he answers from elsewhere

"You are such a baby" she laughs "I'll do it, you just have to tell me when you want it"

[slasherbish]

A Jack In The Box Part 5

He had no idea when he had fallen asleep but when he woke up to the sun shining in through the window he noticed that the blankets were on him now. They hadn’t been when he fell asleep, had someone placed them on him in the nighttime? If so, who had done it? The clown stretched before snuggling deeper into the blankets. It had been way too long since he had been allowed to sleep in a real bed. He closed his eyes for a few moments before the small form of a child fell on top of him. This startled him for a moment, thinking that maybe he had slipped back into a night terror. Luckily it was only his new child. 

She had fallen out of her bed and onto the extra bed. Somehow she was still asleep and snuggled into his side. At first he wanted to push her away in disgust but when he saw how peaceful she looked he couldn’t bring himself to wake her. So instead the killer clown gently wrapped his clawed hand around her, being extra careful to not harm her in any way. This girl seemed different, he wasn’t scary to her. Most kids would be scared when a creepy clown with claws popped out of a box. The young child stirred as she slowly woke up. Her sleepy eyes looked up at her friend. In one swift movement she hopped up and happily exclaimed “Pannacakes!” At this point Jack realized that the smell of breakfast was wafting into the room. It smelled good but it’s not like he could just waltz in and eat them as an invisible monster. “You should go eat kiddo! Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” LJ said with a smile. Her smile dropped and she looked down at him. “Don’t you need food too?” She asked with a hint of worry behind her voice. “Oh, I’m not very hungry kiddo I’ll be okay.” He replied lying, he was very hungry. Turns out being stuck in a box for years without anything to eat really causes you to be super hungry. Jack watched the child run out of the room to her mother. 

“Is your new friend here?” (y/n) asked as she set a plate of warm pancakes down on the wooden table that (C/N) was sitting at. The child thought for a second before saying “No he said he not hungry.” At this the mother set aside some of the batter and sat down with her own plate of pancakes. “How is he settling in?” (Y/n) asked. “Good, he tall mama an he sad a lot but he smile.” The child responded “You seen him too?” (C/N) asked in return. Her mom nodded “Yes I have. He doesn’t know that yet though so don’t tell him. I want him to feel at home more. I think he’s done bad things but that doesn’t always make someone bad. Always remember those who smile the brightest often hold the darkest pasts.” 

The child swung her feet as she finished her breakfast. “Can I go back to see him again?” She asked. “Wait just a few minutes. I’m going to make him fresh pancakes so you can bring him something to eat.” (Y/n) responded, putting their dirty dishes in the sink and turning the burner back on. She made six pancakes assuming he eats a lot since he’s so tall. Stacking them on the plate she gave her daughter the plate along with the bottle of maple syrup and utensils. Her child waddled back to the room determined to carry all of it on her own. She made it and nudged the door open. 

Once inside she set all the things on her play table. Jack watched her curiously. “Is that seconds kiddo?” He asked. “No, mama made them for you since you lied about no being hungry.” The kid said pulling out a chair for the clown. He had to get over his shock to sit down and eat. The pancakes nearly melted in his mouth, they were still warm. Oh how he had missed food. The killer clown thought that he could get used to this for a while. 

[thicctransboi]

Jack MulhernxFem!Reader

Disclaimer: I will happily take xReader requests for any of the society cast members UNLESS it erases their sexuality. For example, I will not write GrizzxFem!Reader because as cannon, Grizz is gay. However, Jack’s sexuality is not specified so i felt comfortable writing this prompt. REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!!!! 

Prompt: Jack flirting with the reader, something cute and flirtatious, obviously something going on between the two but not specifically dating yet. 

Sent in by: Anon 

Concept: Jack and Fem!Reader have been best friends for awhile ever since meeting their freshman year of college. One late night of rehearsing for their upcoming play leads Fem!Reader wondering if Jack is indeed acting, or flirting. 

It had been a long, long evening in the university theater. Your school was doing a production of, “No Exit” and you were playing Estelle, one of the three main characters. It was three days till opening night, and you had been struggling with your lines lately. Your director, professor Rayne, had advised you to seek help of one of your four other cast members. So, your best friend Jack Mulhern, who was also in the play staring as Joseph, opted to help you. It made sense, seeing as Jack had been off book for two weeks now, had ten times more experience than you or your cast mates, and also just so happened to be your romantic interest in the play. That being said, despite you being best friends, Professor Rayne had implied that you two needed to work on your chemistry on stage. So, here you sat, going back and forth between lines, doing scene after scene over and over again, with Jack. It was 10pm already, and you were exhausted.

“You really don’t have to do this, I think I’m just helpless.” you say to Jack after failing to get your lines right for the millionth time that evening. You were beginning to feel like giving up. You glanced up at Jack, who was sat across from you in one of the small plastic chairs. His hair was pulled back in a small top bun, his signature, and he was wearing a white hoodie and red sweats. In truth, you had had a crush on Jack ever since you had met in your Intro to theater class freshman year, but you’d never say it out loud.

Jack, however, gave you a reassuring smile, an infectious smile. “Oh, come on, y/n. You’re doing great! Really, you are. You just uhm- you just need more confidence in what you’re saying is all. If you feel confident, you won’t mess up. Or at least, mess up as much.” He scrunched his nose, smirking.

This caused you to shout, “hey!” And laugh, reaching up to slap his arm playfully. He was quite a bit taller than you.

Jack laughed, smiling for a moment before rising to his feet. “Here, y/n, stand up.” You did as you were told. You felt him step behind you and place his hands on your shoulders. “Face the audience. Close your eyes. Take two deep breaths. try again. And Make that audience your bitch.”

Closing your eyes for a moment, and focusing on the feeling of Jacks large strong hands on your shoulders, you delivered your line. With a trembling voice, you began to speak until Jack quickly interrupted.

You opened your eyes to see Jack staring down at you. “No, with confidence. Like I said. Come on, you’ve got this, y/n! You’re so talented, and you’ve got a knack for this. You’ve just got some stage fright and I can see that. Just. Believe in yourself and what you’re saying, become Estelle. Again.”

You sighed. “This is so stupid.. okay.” You took a deep breath, closing your eyes again, and delivered your line. You delivered it flawlessly.

“Again.”

You delivered it yet again, without peaking at your script, and with more confidence this time.

Slowly opening your eyes, your eyes adjusting to the bright stage lights, you turned to Jack, looking up at him and smiling only to find him smirking. “I told you. I’m always right.” He whispered, his smirk growing.

“Wipe that smirk off your face, Mulhern. Or you’re in for it.” You warned, your voice holding a teasing yet serious tone.

“Oh yeah? What are you going to do, short stack?” Jack teased, crouching down to your height, that playful smirk still plastered across his features.

You raised an eyebrow, never turning down a challenge. “Oh, you asked for it!” You said, leaping towards him while he was still crouching down, gaining the advantage as you took him to the stage floor. “Ha!” You said through giggles, “got you.”

Jack was laughing softly, raising his hands in false defeat. “Okay, okay, I give in.” He lied, his smirk going away. “Now, as much as I enjoy you being on top of me, you should get up before I’m forced to take drastic measures.”

“Oh really?” You ask, lifting yourself up slightly as it seemed he had given in rather quickly. And oh boy, had that been a mistake.

Jack quickly wrapped one arm around your torso and the small of your back, shifting so quickly that you couldn’t stop him, and landing you with your back on the stage floor, his large body hovering over you and weighing you down. “I told you, drastic measures.” Jack said, smirking still.

“Let me go, jack!!” You said, giggling as you struggled against him.

“Oh no no no,” he laughed, “no way, y/n. You asked for it this time. I’m not letting go until you admit it.”

You raised an eyebrow, still struggling against his strong hold. “Admit what?!”

“Admit that you like having me on top of you.” Jack said, causing you to blush deeply, your eyes going wide and your cheeks going scarlet. “Admit it, and I’ll let you go.” He said breathlessly.

“No way, I’m not saying shit. Now let me go, for real!” You said, trying to laugh off the sudden tension that had developed between you. The room seemed to have raised in temperature, you swore you were sweating. You could feel Jack’s breath against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

Jack smirked. “No need to say anything, your blush admired enough.” Jack said, slowly letting up his weight but not quite getting off of you yet. “So, you do enjoy me being on top of you,”

“Oh, come on! A minute ago you said you enjoyed it. I’m only fucking human.” You said, refusing to admit your crush and only make it seem like a mild sexual attraction. It seemed to be working.

For jack smiled in defeat and let you up. “Aren’t we all....”

[that-one-jasper]

Submitting a Request!

So I’ll be accepting requests for art and writing, so here’s a list of what I’ll do/ what the rules are. You may also have seen my work on Quotev, Deviantart, or Wattpad, so I’ll be using my pen name here.

For Art

-I won’t do any NSFW art -I’ll only be accepting up to a certain amount of requests at a time, so the slots open now are 4. -Right now I can only do traditional art, please keep that in mind. -If you’ve given me a request and I haven’t finished or seen it please don’t spam my Dm’s or the ask box, a simple reminder is all it takes. :) That’s pretty much it for my art rules, I’m just starting to get into doing requests with art so I’m more lenient with them.

For Writing

-You must give a scenario with your request. It won't be written otherwise. -It cannot be a pedophiliac type of relationship. I refuse to write that. -Your scenario can't offend any religion, minorities, etc, I refuse to write that. -If I feel uncomfortable with a topic, I'll send a DM to see if we can settle on it, if not it won't be written. -I usually will only write Xreaders since I don’t really like writing for Ocs, and this way I have a little more creativity when writing the request.

-Only use characters from the list provided here.

The character lists;

Transformers Prime;

Optimus Prime 

Ratchet 

Bulkhead 

Bumblebee 

Arcee 

Megatron 

Starscream 

Predaking

Jack 

Miko 

Raf

Robots In Disguise;

Bumblebee

Strongarm

Sideswipe

Fix-it

Grimlock

Drift

Jetstorm

Slipstream

Fracture

Steel-jaw

Russell

Bayverse

Ironhide

Ratchet

Optimus Prime

Jazz

Arcee

Chromia

Elita One

JetFire

Jolt

Sideswipe

Mudflap

Skids

Dino

Megatron

Starscream

Soundwave

Shockwave

My Hero Academia

Izuku Midoriya

Katsuki Bakugo

Todoroki Shouto

Ochaco Uraraka

Momo Yaoyorozu

Eijiro Kirishima

Tsuyu Asui

Fumikage Tokoyami

Mina Ashido

Hitoshi Shinso

Tenya Iida

Denki Kaminari

Minoru Mineta

Kyoka Jiro

Mezo Shoji

Mashirao Ojiro

Koji Koda

Hanta Sero

Toshinori Yagi

Shota Aizawa

Hizashi Yamada

Young Justice

Aqualad

Robin

Kid Flash

Superboy

Miss Martian

Artemis

Zatanna

Assassination Classroom

Karma Akabane

Yuma Isogai

Nagisa Shiota

Tomohito Sugino

Hiroto Maehara

Korosensei

Tadaomi Karasuma

Irina Jelavic

Gakushu Asano

 Soul Eater

Maka Albarn

Tsubaki Nakastukasa

Liz Thompson

Patty Thompson

Soul 'Eater' Evans

Black Star

Death the Kid

Spirit Albarn

Franken Stein

Marie Mjolnir

Blair

Medusa Gorgon

Eruka Frog

Ouran High School Host Club

Tamaki Suoh

Haruhi Fujioka

Kyoya Ootori

Hikaru Hitachiin

Kaoru Hitachiin

Mitsukuni Haninozuka

Takashi Morinozuka

Ritsu Kasanoda

Umehito Nekozawa

Pokemon

Cilan

Cress

Chili

Brock

Ash

Kiawe

Ilima

Lillie

Gladion

Lana

Mallow

Gary Oak

Iris

Professor Kukui

Clemont

Guzma

N

The Maze Runner

Thomas

Newt

Gally

Minho

Teresa

Alby

Ben

CreepyPasta

Jeff the Killer

Eyeless Jack

Laughing Jack

Ben Drowned

Masky

Hoodie

Slenderman

Ticci Toby

Divergent

Tris

Al

Will

Eric

Four

Christina

Peter

[bubbasplaything]

Not new to the scene but here’s who I write for-

AHSHDHDJ I used to have an account in here named spilled-gutz but my fucking laptop broke and I don’t have it anymore and I found out today how to get the previous info back and let’s just say my account it lost for good but the slashers I write for include

•Bubba/Thomas

•Brahms

•Michael

•Freddy

•Jason

•Vincent & Bo

•Ghostface/ Stu & Billy

•Pennywise old & new

Creepypastas I write for are

•Slenderman

•Jeff the killer

•The proxies- Tim, Brian, Toby, Kate

•Laughing jack

•Liu

•Eyeless Jack

What I write includes

Sfw stuff and nsfw

NSFW entails anything that isn’t self harm noncon or rape related. I will not write for abusive situations unless it’s one of these slashers beating the shit outta the guy.

I write headcanons, scenarios, xreaders, matchups, imagines.

I can also take art related commissions as of now because let’s face it, it’s the new year and we’re all fucking broke.

Anyways happy slashing! 🖤🖤🖤

[antonymph02]

"" "What are you going to do, Dark? ANSWER ME!" I raised my voice and slammed my free hand on my desk where I was sitting. He gave a devilish laugh and turned his face to look at me through the flame. "Now, why should I sit here and tell you about it..." Black smoke started to outline him, but he didn't break his stare with me. "...when I could just show you?" His voice had subtly turned into a triad of high pitch, low pitch, and his own voice-like a demon's. The black smoke engulfed him entirely and he disappeared from his dimly lit room. I banged my desk with the hand that held the black flame with rage as the flame dispersed. I felt a cold sweat envelope me as my mind raced as I tried to think of which one of us he wanted to use. I thought about me. "No- he knows I'd sooner die than help him out with anything he was planning." I whispered aloud to myself, "Amy? He doesn't know about her-she should be safe. Jack? I mean, his powers aren't really anything too special or unique- I don't see how he could benefit Dark in any way. Y/N? She's barely above a child's level in the art of magic right now, what could she do? Anti? He's not even human, what could he possibly-" I caught my breath with a sharp gasp. I practically flew out of my chair as I raced out of my bedroom door. I skipped many steps as I made my way down the stairs and practically jumped over the few basement stairs before I burst into the basement, gasping from my adrenaline rush. "" An excerpt from my fanfiction "Between Worlds"! Me and A have been working on it for almost a year now, and it has 21 parts so far! If you like this, you can go check it out on Wattpad! @ RdG-FTW . . -R . - - Le tags: #fanfiction #wattpad #jacksepticeye #markiplier #antisepticeye #darkiplier #fanfic #youtube #youtubers #xreader