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paarthurnax59 · 2 years ago

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“Never to be”

images is not mine (Also,I know I suck at this, so bare with me)

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader( unrequited), Reader X ???

Summary: Dean left you for Lisa and Ben after Sam fell into the pit, told you to never contact him again, among other cruel remarks on his part. Years later you moved on, starting your own life and finally meeting a man who truly loves and cares for you. What happens when your past comes back to invade your present and tries to jeopardize your future.

warnings; Super angst (but with a happy ending), Dean's a major dick, swearing, slight physical violence, reader feeling low self-esteem.

words: 2280

Just so you know, I know Dean would not act like this, it's just a fic. if you don't like it, please do not engage if this kind of content is too sensitive for you. there will be five parts to this story. I don't own any of these canon characters. they belong to their respective owners.

part 1

May, 2010

“Dean, what are you doing?” You questioned Dean as he stopped the Impala by the Laurance Bus Station in the middle of the night. Dean said nothing, not even looking at you as he got out the car and went to his trunk and pulled out a tote bag. He proceeded to come to your door for you.

“Get out.” He said coldly as you looked up at him with confusion on your face.

“What, Why?” You asked as you still sat in his car shocked that Dean was acting as cold as he was right now. You would understand due to the fact he had just lost his brother, forever. A person he had looked after and promised to protect since he was four years old. That would make anyone act the way Dean was right now. The weird part was why was he acting this way towards you. Like you were a pest he needed to be rid of to find peace.

“I want you to leave, (Name). Isn’t it obvious?” Grunted and took your arm and pulled you out of the passenger seat roughly, making your legs stumble out of his car. You heart rate went up drastically when you nearly fell form how Dean was pulling you out of the car.

“Why?! I don’t understand, Dean.” You whispered with shaky, heavy breathing looking up at his burning gaze staring down at you with an what looked like, an amused smirk.

“Do I need to spell it out for you, (Last name)? I don’t want you around anymore. I am going to go live with Lisa and Ben, and I don’t need some little girl that follows me around like a helpless lost puppy.” He spat out his venomous words while your face started to become pale as the blood started to leave your face.

“Dean…we have hunted with each other for years. You have known me since I was five. You can’t just kick me out of your life like we didn’t mean anything.” You heartbrokenly explained to the angry man in front of you. Sure, Dean wasn’t always your biggest fan. You were more of a friend of Sam’s then of Dean’s. Sam was about seven years older than you and Dean being elven years older. Despite your age gap, you and Sam got a long great. Watched movies together, go running, and do night-long research. You two were thick as thieves, and when he died, you felt like a part of you died with him. Hoping Dean would fill that void, he would become what you wanted and you two could live out your life together. Over time, aside his dislike for you, you had fallen in love with Dean, and hoped he had felt the same.

Boy, were you wrong.

“Can’t I? Sam’s no longer here, honey. Which means that I don’t have a reason to have you in my life. So, get on that bus and we can finally part ways and I don’t have to keep you dragging along.” Dean got closer to you and you took a step back, fearing what the hunter would do. He dropped the large tote bag right at your feet while giving you a hard scowl.

“Dean, you are grieving. You just lost Sam, and I can imagine that pain you are going through. I feel it and I miss him, too. He deserved so much better than what he got. But making me leave is not going to make you feel better.” You try to reason with the older Winchester, but all he did was just got angrier and then pulled your hair by its root and forced you to look up at him and screamed from the pain Dean was inflicting on you.

“Kid, Sam was the only reason I ever tolerated you on our hunts in the first place. If he were not part of it, I would have dumped you at any bus station and get you as far away from me as humanly possible.” He confessed through gritted teeth with his hand still griping into your hair. You felt like you were going to be sick with what Dean was saying. He never liked you? Not even as a friend? “I don’t need to be a perpetual babysitter for some scared, little girl on hunts when I can go live with a very beautiful woman and have a happy monster free life.” He grunted again as tears started to stream down your face with Dean’s cruel words started to sink in. He thinks you are a coward?

“Dean, let me go. You’re hurting me.” You cry as Dean refused to give in to your demands.

“No. You need to listen and listen good, sweetheart. I had promised Sam that I would drop hunting all together and live a normal life with Lisa. He didn’t say anything about promising to look after you. You’re a grown ass woman and you can defend yourself. I don’t need to baby you and most certainly don’t need you in my life. Hell, I never needed your sorry ass to begin with. Me and Sammy were doing just fine without you and I can live my life without you always being a clingy, needy and never letting me have my space. I’m tired of it and of you. I’m exhausted of having to take care of you, looking out for you and protecting you, when I should have been protecting Sammy and my friends, people that I care about.” He said with not an ounce of remorse in his voice. The more Dean told you how little you meant to him, the more your heart broke. Was it true? Were you nothing more than a burden to Dean? Did the time you spent together mean nothing to him and Sam? What if Sam felt the same way? What would Sam say if he were here? Would he agree and tell you to leave?

“Once you get on that bus, I am leaving for Lisa, a gorgeous woman who is far more deserving of my time and my companionship than some girl that can barely fight for herself. I’m going to leave this life and everything behind, especially you. You are nothing more than a useless, stupid bitch that had been nothing but a burden from day one. Getting kidnaped by werewolves, almost eaten by vampires, I had to watch the people I love die, like Jo and Ellen because they told me to go and protect you. They are dead because of you!” He accused you as he threw you aside, with you nearly falling to your feet. You try to catch your breath while trying to not let Dena’s horrible cruel remarks get to you. He knows how much Jo and Ellen’s death weighed on you. You were very close with both women, and it hurt so much to see them die like they did. Like Sam, they never deserved a fate like that. You never once believed it was your fault, until Dean that night told you that Jo and Ellen had made Dean promised to protect you. Which is why he focused more on you than the others. Since then, Dean had held a horrible grudge against you. He blamed you for his friends’ deaths. You often wonder if he would trade your life for them in a heartbeat. Knowing how much Dean hated you, he most defiantly would. As the air grew cold and brittle, Dean held out his hand as he glowered at you. “Give me your cellphone.” He demanded while importantly holding out his hand to you.

“Why?” you asked and then Dean’s blood really boiled more as you kept making him wait.

“Just do it!” He yelled and you did as he asked and grabbed your phone and placed it in his hand. Dean then dropped it and proceeded to smash it with his foot on to your phone, making the sight made you gasp in shock, Dean continued to smash your phone repeatedly until it was broken into hundreds of tiny pieces.

“Why did you do that!? That was my only phone!” You yelled with hot angry tears streaming down your face. Had Dean lost his mind?

“So you don’t try to contact me or anyone else I may care about. I don’t want nor do I need to hear from you again. You made me sacrifice my friends and my brother’s lives for you and so many others before them. The least you can do is never contact me again and get on that bus to wherever the hell it’s going because I am done throwing my life away for you. If you want to die on a hunt, be my guest! I don’t need you dragging me ever again.” He huffed out with so much anger and hatred, you wanted to die right then and there. Never in your wildest dreams did you think Dean hated you this much. It was killing you just hearing these horrible things being said to you by a man you once called a friend. “Once more, you can’t put Bobby, Jody, or anyone else’s life in danger because of you. You’re not worth it, princess! You never were! So why don’t you just take that fucking bag yours, get on that fucking bus and get the hell out of my life!”

You paused for one moment, still trying to process at what Dean was telling you. That he never cared, nor did he see you as anything but a damn burden and deadweight. Hell, he would probably dance on your ashes if you were to die the next day. After everything you went through, after everything you had sacrificed to help the boys stop Lucifer from ending the world, you think Dean would have acknowledge some tender emotions for you. Not as a lover, but as a friend or a sister maybe. No, instead all you received was a deep seeded hatred that was birthed only from the very notion that you weren’t good enough for the great Dean Winchester.

With a very heavy heart and cascading tears, you did as Dean said and picked up your bag and threw the strap over your shoulders and walked to the bus station. Dean watched with a stoic expression as you walked away from him. Walking up to the bus as the driver opened the doors for you.

“Where to, miss?” The white old man asked with a kind smile as he looked at you. You then looked behind you and looked at Dean one last time and saw that his hatful scowl on his face had never left and folded his arms in a way that screamed ‘You better get on that bus or else.’. With a single heavy sigh of bitter defeat, you looked back at the old man with a sad smile.

“Anywhere but here, please.” You requested.

“East coast it is, then.” He said as you walked up into the bus, showed him your bus pass, and walked to the back of the bus. You looked around and saw that there was only two people on the bus. A man in his mid-forties was taking a nap and an older woman who looked like she was reading a book. The buss doors closed, and the bus then started to move and out of the station. You look back the bus stop one last time to see Dean climbing into his Impala and pulling his car out of the bus station. You watch as Dean’s black car drive the opposite direction. As far away from you as humanly possible, just like Dean wanted. To go and live his perfect life he always craved. Leaving you with no phone, no contacts, and no friends to lean on. As you watched the night sky fly by through, you thought about where you were going and what you were going to do. You didn’t know nor did you care. You were alone to not only to wallow in your grief for Sam, but also for Dean abandoning you. For to completely be caught of from the people you loved and tried so hard to protect. It made you wonder if you a better hunter, fought harder, and able to save Jo and Ellen. Maybe even Sam, and even if it meant sacrificing your own life. As Dean said, you weren’t worth it. Never will you obtain the love nor the friendship that he had to offer others. Your cries became silent sobs as the bus continued to drive further away until you passed a sign that said, “You are now leaving Kansas.”

This was it, you were leaving Kansas. The only home you ever knew. Nothing was stopping from what was happening right now. Never again were you going to see Dean or Sam every again. You felt it in your bones and it broke you, never sure if you were ever going to be whole again.

Never knowing if Dean would ever be able to love you like you loved him.

Maybe, just maybe, it was never to be.

Part 2

#dean winchester #dean winchester angst #angst with a happy ending #unrequited love #angst #supernatural #requited love #fluff eventual-fluff #sad reader

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saltylandland · 2 years ago

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New Thrall

AU: Star is the sire, reader gets cucked by her terrible boyfriend Michael (or was he just under her thrall?), also no laddie bc these Headcanons are NSFW, Star is a girl boss but at what cost 🥲

Bro I just hurt my own feelings oml, this wasn’t intentional but hey @britany1997 I got some more headcanons for you lol

Warnings: angst, cucking, reader gets treated like a trading card, and toy, hints at dubcon/noncon, hints at hypno

-it started on your first night in Santa Carla, hand in hand with your boyfriend Michael you took in the sights around you.

-the distance between you two was cold, on the outside, you still looked madly in love with each other, but honestly the passion had dried up months ago.

-you two had found each other just when your lives seemed to fall apart. While Michael’s home life was somewhat elevated when his parents got a divorce, your home life only got worse.

-you two were mostly friends now, you were hanging on to the lingering affection you two had shared and Michael was comfortable, you two got along, both his brother and mother loved you, and it’s not like he had any better options. So when you got kicked out of your house while they were packing up to leave for Santa Carla, Michael allowed you to tag along. Despite the withering chemistry between you two.

-and then Michael, seemingly transfixed on something, or someone, dashed out of the concert venue, with both Sam and you following behind.

-you didn’t notice who he was following and Sam wouldn’t tell you either, only looking at Michael with increasingly obvious worry.

-brushing you off, Michael went off on his own, so you tagged along with Sam to the comic store, Sam trying to lift your spirits.

-to be fair, Sam did succeed, until you met back up with Michael who was practically drooling over some bikers.

-no not the bikers, but a beautiful girl with one of the bikers.

-this had disturbed you for obvious reasons, so much so you followed him out to the boardwalk the next night.

-you helped him pick out a ‘rocker’ outfit, bitterly swallowing the implications of this and before you could work up the courage to break up, already seeing the alarm bells, the beautiful girl had whispered something in his ear and it was like you didn’t exist anymore.

-You were panicking now, you rode on Michael’s bike, and it was clear how he could and would abandon you here in order to impress the new girl. As the bikers from before invited Michael to the ‘Hudson’s bluff’

-before he could drive away with ‘Star’ in tow you asked how will you get home urgently, looking in Michael’s eyes, trying to find any indication that it crossed his mind.

-instead, his eyes were cloudy, as if he was completely high, or on auto pilot. As one of the bikers asked who you were, and Michael quickly answered ‘a friend’

-it was Star who suggested that you come with, despite wanting nothing more than to crawl your way back home, catching her eyes suddenly and now it was like following them was the only choice you had despite the sinking feeling you had in your stomach.

-reaching the cave you look around in wonder, perhaps too long, as when you go to sit down you realise that all the seats were taken, with only the couch in the corner away from everyone was available.

-fortunately, depending on how you view it, the bikers were more then willing to drag you onto one of their laps, with the spikes haired blonde, who you learned was Paul, winning out. Squeezed between Marko and Dwayne, you were almost boxed in. It felt claustrophobic as the three boys teased you, only to be mostly ignored as you watch Michael and Star whisper to each other. Paul pinched at your sides, chuckling at your squeaks and grumbles as you heartbrokenly watch your boyfriend and Star.

-Michael didn’t look your way once, even as you were being practically groaped by these bikers. It was actually Star, who even looked your way, but she only smiled with smug sympathy. Nodding towards Marko who brought over a finely decorated bottle. Michael drank from it eagerly, and Star climbed into his lap, straddling him. He only groaned with delight as she grinds her hips down. You truly couldn’t believe your eyes. Everyone was quiet as they watched the scene unfold.

- “Michael?” Star asked. “Yes?” He replied breathlessly. “She’s your girlfriend isn’t she?” Neither of them looked at you. Michael didn’t hesitate to answer yes this time, which filled you with false hope. Only to cruelly break you back down into reality as Star asked. “Do you want her?” “No. I only want you!” He didn’t hesitate. Star giggled as if he was telling a joke, and Michael beamed at her laugh. You wanted to die.

-“If you don’t want her, can my boys have her? They seemed to have taken a liking to her, and they’ve behaved so well recently” Michael grinds his hips up, smiling as Star leans down to kiss him. “Yes I don’t care.”

-you try to leap up to leave, but Paul’s arms were like vice. Star turns to the boys, looking past you as if you weren’t there. “I want her to watch.” Meeting your eyes briefly, you were suddenly compelled to follow her command.

-you watch horrified, as Michael undos Star’s shirt, kissing up her stomach reverently. His hands teasing at her flesh, palming at her breasts. Star’s head rolls back as she moans sweetly.

-Standing on shaking legs, she hikes her skirt up enough so that you can see her hook a leg around his shoulder, and he eagerly starts to lick and suck at her pussy.

-the sounds of suckling and kissing was echoing off the cave walls as Star moaned in earnest.

-you couldn’t look away but your eyes watered as you remember how Michael refuted you on returning the favour as you had sucked him off many times before.

-Star’s hips shake and buck onto his waiting mouth as she grabs his curly hair, his own hands grabbing and squeezing her ass.

-“ah! Ah! Ah!” Star moaned loudly, giggling as she looked down on your heartbroken face, having no choice to meet her eye. “Your ex is- ahh~ quite talented, I’m sure you must be disappointed yeah? You really don’t have to worry, I’ll satisfy him so he won’t stray. It’s your job now to satisfy my boys, pay close attention to my lesson so they won’t leave you too!”

-Star giggles between her moans, on a high that’s only reaching higher. She didn’t doubt her boys would be quite taken with you, but she’d be lying if your humiliated crying face didn’t turn her on.

-letting herself cum while she humps Michael’s face, he eagerly helps her ride it out, as the sound of her moaning and Michael’s work drowns out your small sobs.

-she lifts her leg off his shoulder, her hand rubbing at his cheek fondly. She could take him back to her nest now, but she wanted to ‘teach’ you, break both you and Michael by the time she’s done.

-you watch as Star unbuckles his belt, his cock popping out quickly from his underwear and Star immediately sinks down. This time Michael moans loudly, he had always been sensitive.

-Star starts riding him with no hesitation nor does she break a sweat, kissing him sweetly as they get lost in eachother.

-you can feel the others get restless under you, pinching and fondling sensitive areas but you were not allowed to look away.

-sounds of their hips slapping together was deafening as she speeds up, Michael thrusting up to meet her.

-they both cum together, something you thought only happened in cheesy erotica novels, and they continue going. Michael rolling over her to thrust into her lewdly.

-from this angel you can see the cum gush out of her but she only smiles happily.

-rolling her had to the side to face the others, Michael kisses down her neck. Speaking brokenly as she’s pounded into the couch, she gives her boys the green light.

-looking back at you she says “you’ll let them indulge until they’re satisfied right? That’s what’s really important here, it’s not like you have a boyfriend anymore.”

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #tlb fanfic #star tlb #michael tlb #paul tlb #tlb headcanons #tlb smut #the lost boys smut

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showingpitytowardsyourownkind · 2 years ago

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A bunch of screenshots in honor of the final day of the Chapter One era!!!

Image ID 1: A tweet by @s4m31p4n that says “Bro your relationship with your friend is borderline homosexual and I think that’s beautiful” on top of Sherlock and Jon gazing into each other’s eyes in the cemetery. Jon has his hand on Sherlock’s shoulder to comfort him.

Image ID 2: A screenshot of “Ideas for you” that says, “existential crisis” and “pretty boy aesthetic” on top of Sherlock with tears running down his cheeks as he looks towards Verner who approaches him from behind.

Image ID 3: An Onion “News in Brief” headline that says “Mediocre Painter’s True Talent Lies In Acting Like A Painter” on top of Verner painting at his easel in the cemetery.

Image ID 4: A Tumblr post by nyxfaei that says “Troubled grown men doing wife shit in my mind palace” on top of Sherlock and Jon reconstructing a crime scene. Sherlock is sitting cross-legged on the floor while Jon stands silhouetted in the center of the room, which looks like a blueprint drawing.

Image ID 5: A ClickHole “LIFESTYLE” headline that says “Gloves: It’s Gloves” on top of Sherlock gesturing earnestly while wearing his leather gloves in an opulent room.

Image ID 6: Two Tumblr posts by romanroyandtomwambsganshavingsex that says “being an unreliable narrator is inherently homoerotic” and “what do you have to hide? your sexuality?” on top of Sherlock and Verner and talking seriously in his gallery.

Image ID 7: A tweet by @Thor_SSB and posted by @makeupaguy that says “guy who can accurately tell you the color of a crayon from only a blind taste test” on top of Sherlock looking blankly in front of a brick wall.

Image ID 8: A Tumblr post by tomwambsgirl that says “guy who carnally desires another guy and decides the only course of action is to psychologically torture him about it” on top of Sherlock and Verner lit dramatically by horizontal stripes of light that reveal only one of each of their eyes.

Image ID 9: A tweet by @abbygov that says “you ever meet a man and it’s so obvious that no one in his life has ever told him to shut the fuck up” on top of Sherlock in the hotel lobby with his arms crossed. Jon is in the background leaning against a pillar and also has his arms crossed.

Image ID 10: An Onion “Opinion>>Commentary” headline that says “It’s Not Easy Being The Life Of The Orgy” on top of Verner in a mask and robes lounging on a settee and surrounded by women.

Image ID 11: A Tumblr post by demonanata that says “Everyones like ‘oh no the tragic events were so avoidable, thats terrible’ but they never ask ‘did you experience catharsis, how was the catharsis, the catharsis looked fun’” on top of Sherlock kneeling heartbrokenly at the edge of the Stonewood Manor pond with Mycroft standing over him.

Image ID 12: A ClickHole “LIFESTYLE” headline that says “Mother’s Footsteps Are Approaching. She Must Smell Your Ice Cream.” on top of Sherlock and Jon in their childhood bedroom wearing ice cream uniforms. Sherlock looks like his is about to bolt but Jon is lounging on the bed.

#sherlock holmes chapter one #frogwares holmes #sherlock holmes: chapter one #shco #verner vogel #jon #jonlock #sherlock holmes

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rayandryanblog · 4 days ago

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Ray stood on the bed while heartbrokenly clinging to his clothes in the room full of toys and jewelry that Ryan loved so much, he looked at the black bow tie in his hand, closing it tightly as tears fell down his cheeks, he had lost everything, everything for being such a coward, for ignoring things, for trying to live ignorant of the fact that he was surrounded by misfortune and unhappiness, childhood moments flashed through his mind as his eyes were closed, his mother's screams. who desperately begged that they would stop, little by little his voice faded until it was silenced for the rest of his unlife, Ryan's cries were high-pitched and sounded throughout the house, which tore Ray apart, he saw how his younger brother's arm was torn off and put in a bag, the two hitmen saying that it was the only proof they needed to prove that the job was done, his hands trembled with fear just like now, unable to move his gaze from the hole between his eyes. closets, silence, I had to keep silent, I've done that all my life.

Maybe if he had spoken, maybe if he had been the one who had been caught instead of his mother...

He wouldn't be here.

How selfish is it to want not to be in this world so as not to continue living? Ray despondently uncorked the bottle of alcohol in his hand with each sip more tears fell from his cheeks, he threw himself on the bed while whimpering, why...? Ryan was so young... he still remembers his first words being "coconut", the emotion he felt the first time he walked and although he couldn't even see him much due to studies, he appreciated having him close... he was his little brother, after all, why would someone want to take away everything he had left...? He took another drink, half the bottle empty, soon his head fell.

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"Well, I sent some hitmen to kill the boy, are you happy now, Armando?" The voice of the police chief spoke on the phone, Armando smiled pleased at the news, his voice sounded sweet and happy, contrasting the situation.

"I'm more than happy, don't worry Sergeant, I'm sure this month the station will have a donation from Ray, I'm sure." Armando said with some interest in the conversation.

"I hope so Hugo, I'm risking a lot for you." Armando laughed at what was said, Tre's father owed Armando some favors, thanks to him he was promoted to his position as police chief after all.

"You're so funny, take care, we'll talk soon." The adult did not respond to what Hugo said, he simply hung up and let out a heavy sigh as he began to arrange some papers on his desk.

Behind his office door stood Tre with a letter of condolences to Ray, it was crumpled in his hands as his chest rose up and down, he swallowed dryly, knowing he had to do the right thing.

#ramshackle #ramshackle oc #ramshackle ryan #ramshackle ray #fan character #oc rp #oc #oc blog #ramshackle armando #oc lore #ramshackle tre

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gratisdiamanten · 2 years ago

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devastated thinking about the destruction of mirjam's relationship with her parents (daniel as her favourite parent and max as the loving but more neurotic one... wahhh) so in light of that:

requesting any scene involving her and daniel after she finds out (can not remember if he dies before or after she finds out... if its the first then a scene involving max and her post-revelation, please)

Typical cws for this au, namely mention of csa but nothing explicit!

Her stomach squeezes, rolls, tumbles down a hill. See Mirjam, standing near the doorway, hand braced on the frame of it, doubled half-over like she's on the cliff-edge of sickness. To her, this is dying, it's the end of the fucking world—her dad, she loves her dad, the sunshine of her childhood. His big stupid laugh, his sweetness.

How can she think—what is she supposed to say, outside his open door where he works with his music playing we just keep on dreaming, meet meet meet me at the turnstile and she wants to cry like a kid. She feels stupid like a kid, the things dad and papa told her, meeting on the morning ride to uni.

She stands in the doorway and stares at him like a child's that just broken something, waits for him to notice, for him to beam his big smile at her, crinkling his eyes.

"Miri?" He smiles, like always, turning off his music. She feels the hunger-pang of grief, which is a pinch in her chest. When she had figured it out she didn't believe. And then she believed, and then she was angry, because it wasn't fucking fair that it was her family. That shit's supposed to happen to people she doesn't know and she knows it's selfish as shit but jesus christ she can't take this.

"Dad," she says. "Is it true," she tries.

"Is what true," he says, blinking at her. Big brown eyes, like hers. Papa joked to her all the time growing up that Dad must have snuck around because there was no way she wasn't his. You are just my little Daniel, he'd beam. His little double.

"You," she says, "and papa."

His face drops, caught aback, like he knows. His eyes are wide wide wide with terror. She wants to die.

"Miri, I have to tell you—"

Her voice climbs, hysterically. "It's true? Dad? He was twelve?"

"Mirjam, I love him, sweetie, I promise. I love your dad more than anything in the world, I want forever—"

She holds her hand over her mouth and lets out the ugliest, most embarrassing fucking sob. Sometimes, she wishes she was a teenage boy instead of a girl, because then it would be developmentally acceptable to puncture the wall with her fist, splinter her knuckles on the wood stud underneath.

"I hate you," she says like a decision. Shocking herself. Dad's face gone gray. A cloud stacking on itself, growing thick with rain.

"What," he says quietly. His look of dying, his look of letting go.

"Why did you do that," she cries, brain pinching in the front, like it's made of something soft like raw fish. "He was so little, in the pictures. He sat on your fucking knee."

"I know you don't understand, and please trust that I don't even want you to—I know, I know you're mad. Honey—"

"Don't fucking call me that," she spits, and he reacts like it's a smack in his face. "He was so little. God, why couldn't you have just gone away like a normal person? Why couldn't you have just been good?"

"No one's good the way you think they are, I—I loved him too much, I know that. But I've taken care of him forever," he says, voice ice-cracking. He looks pathetic like this, to her. Scrunched up and just old, just another ordinary, weak man. "I've loved him since before I knew him, and I know you wouldn't know how that feels. I'm sorry."

"I wouldn't ever feel like you ev—a twelve year old is a baby to me, and I'm not even twenty, you freak." She feels out of breath. Her eyes burn like crazy, not even like crying, like there's fucking—shampoo in them—

"I'm sorry I disappointed you," he says heartbrokenly. She can't take him seriously, can't see his face. Sorry, sorry for what? What is he apologizing for? It doesn't make sense, because Papa's the one who needs apologies if anything, for having been hurt, not her. She doesn't want an apology because Dad hadn't told her that any of this happened, and she hadn't fucking wanted to know in the first place.

"Don't talk to me like that," she says, and turns to face the wall, and thinks that she will never look at him again.

#she does look at him again btw but I think they never have a moment at ease again #i could hear my father sing #my fic #asks #intobluewater #prompts

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lucan-multiverse · 1 year ago

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cosmic sidestep - their multiverse part 11

[Part 1], [Part 2], [Part 3], [Part 4], [Part 5], [Part 6a], [Part 6b], [Part 7], [Part 8], [Part 9], [Part 10]

It should be concerning how easy it is to slip into the space Luca leaves for him with Ryan. Ryan doesn’t touch him of course, adamant that it’s not his place and Luc doesn’t argue it. He knows Luca’s generosity only extends so far and he doesn’t want his memories of his husband somehow tarnished or blended with Ryan anyway.

Especially if memories are all he has left.

But he likes to watch them. Luca is needy and demanding in his attention from Ryan. The boy is a born performer and Ryan loves to indulge him. Luc is never quite sure what they’re going to pull out next. Luca, bound up in pretty pink ropes, a collar around his neck. Ryan, yanking Luca down across his lap only to pull down his pants and spread the globes of his ass to show off a sparkling, glittery plug nestled securely in Luca’s hole. Luc had done the honors, pulling it out slowly, enjoying the way Luca keened as it was taken away. But it was the dribble of ivory fluid that followed it that had Luc inhaling sharply. Ryan’s knowing, satisfied little curve of his mouth was the only confirmation Luc needed.

Sometimes he’s jealous of how Luca’s edges have been sanded back and repainted with Ryan’s colours. Every part of him is marked. Ryan owns him and Luca delights in the comfort of Ryan’s possession. Everywhere he goes, Ryan is with him and although Luc doesn’t want to, he envies Luca for that.

“I’m worried I’m going to forget what he looks like,” Luc confesses one night, alone with Luca on his bunk. Luca is curled into him and Luc had almost forgotten how much of a cuddler he had been back in his teens, long before the military and loss and grief made him close in on himself. He feels oddly protective of Luca, seeing in him the parts of his youth he’s since mastered. Luca’s remaining hostility had easily ebbed and dribbled away, especially after the night Luc had let him ride his fingers as Ryan whispered filthy encouragement in his ear and jerked him with his hands.

It’s comforting to have someone that speaks the same language as him. He doesn’t have to try so hard to be understood and he suspects it’s the same for Luca.

"Not Ryan," he continues. "But the things that make him Blake. My Blake."

Luca, pulled away from his examination of his hand size compared to Luc’s, lifts his head. His full lips are downturned and he looks so heartbrokenly sad that Luc knows he’s imagining himself in Luc’s place.

“Do… Do you think he’s really dead?”

Luc swallows but doesn’t consider trying to lie. He’s too tired for that and Luca wouldn’t buy it anyway. “I think he’s so far beyond anywhere I could ever hope to reach he might as well be.”

“But…. you made it here?”

“I’m starting to think maybe that was a fluke. An accident.”

“Maybe something pulled you here.”

Luc’s mouth quirks up. Luc doesn’t believe it but it doesn’t surprise him that Luca might. There’s something that exists in Luca that he doesn’t carry, or if he does, is so latent he can’t imagine it. Perhaps it’s this world’s strange uniqueness his doesn’t have, but there’s a faintly ethereal quality to Luca, like he’s tapped into things most people – and certainly Luc – doesn’t understand.

“Something like what?”

“I dunno,” Luca shrugs. He’s threading their fingers together again and it amuses Luc how fascinated Luca seems to be with their physical differences. “But there has to be a reason you ended up here.”

“Maybe there’s no reason to any of it. Maybe it’s just all some sick cosmic fucking joke.”

Luc hadn’t meant to snap, or for his tone to sound so harsh but at least it rolls off Luca like an oil slick. Luca huffs and scrambles up, his lithe frame suddenly straddling Luc, his hands planted on Luc’s bare chest. He’s horny again and Luc knows he won’t fight it if Luca wants to mess around.

God knows he could use the distraction.

“Luca-“

“You’re so fucking miserable without him,” Luca says and Luc laughs humorlessly, maybe even a little bitterly.

“No shit.”

“You have to find him.”

“Again. No shit.”

“So.” Luca pokes his chest, maybe a little harder than he needed to and Luc hisses without thinking and grabs Luca’s hips. His fingers cover the bruises already in the shape of his fingers and he squeezes slightly to bring on an edge of hurt.

Luca’s mouth tightens and his fist clenches – for a heartbeat, he thinks Luca is going to punch him and he kinda hopes he does – only for Luca to sigh and grind against him instead.

The little shit, Luc thinks, his stupid dick already showing interest with the way Luca moves over him. For a brief moment, he experiences a flash of remorse for all the bratty behaviour he gave Blake in their early years if this is what he had to put up with.

“I’ll call Ryan,” Luc threatens with a grunt but Luca only laughs in his face and shifts again.

God. It's all a little fucked up and he's halfway sick in the stomach about how he would ever explain this to Blake but... What else is there? Is it cheating? Is he betraying his marriage vows? Luc doesn't know anymore. He's thought himself around in circles, trying to justify all of it, only to eventually settle on resolving to beg Blake's forgiveness later and knowing in his heart if he doesn't it won't matter anyway because at least Blake will be alive to hate him.

The same, painful, familiar scratch shows up in his chest again.

"Get on your knees," he finally orders Luca, only for the boy to scramble eagerly to do his bidding.

Luc gives himself permission to lose himself in Luca’s all too willing body. He doesn’t need to be gentle with him and there’s only a surface level of affection between them. Luc knows just how much Luca can take before it’s too much and he rides closer to the line than even Ryan could purely because they are simply two sides of the same coin. Luc knows why he does it – why Luca presents his mouth and his ass without comment and Luc uses him as much as Luca uses him back.

In the end, Luca is happily boneless, draped over him so heavily Luc thinks he’s sleeping. He’s not though. He’s like a dog with a bone, albeit a sleepy one.

“You can’t give up,” Luca yawns stubbornly and with the conviction only starry eyed youth can have. Luc wants to believe it, wants to borrow a little bit of Luca’s optimism but there’s nowhere left inside him to put it. “He’s gotta be out there somewhere.”

Stars. He feels old.

Luc doesn’t bother to answer, only pulling Luca closer to curl him against him. He finds comfort in it, the warmth of another body, and he knows he’ll only have it for as long as it takes for Ryan to find them and then Luca will be gone without a backwards glance.

But for now, Luca snuggles into him, echoes of caramel on his skin and whiskey on his breath but it’s a long time before Luc can manage to chase Luca into sleep.

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k03lover · 2 years ago

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Her Broken World

| The Wizarding World

"Once upon a time, There was a beautiful Princess to be made a Queen by her Knight. This princess had an ugly twin brother whom was always mad at the world. He was the King of the Gaunt family as their father had died years back. The Princess was married off to her love, Raphael Knight and Became the queen she was always meant to be. They had a beautiful Knight Princess in the year of 1909, on a cold winter night of December 8th. The gorgeous baby was named Emelia Mariette Knight, after her own mother Mariette, and a crystal that had the magical properties Raphael hoped to encase their child. To be protected against negative energies and entities, and to have enhanced creativity and imagination.

Queen Mariette wanted nothing more than for her daughter to become the perfect wife.

King Raphael expected nothing less than his daughter becoming someone very important in the wizarding world they lived in.

Their opinion clashing causing Princess Emelia to be confused and wishing to please both of her parents.

Working through their demands daily, never wasting time to relax from the stress they put on her shoulders from a very young age.

The day she finally got her letter to Hogwarts she immediately went off to Diagon Alley to purchase her school supplies and wand, planning on studying before school even starts.

She sped through her years at Hogwarts with Merope by her side encouraging her, that is until her 15th birthday when she got called into Professor Dippet's office for the news of her dead parents whom died in their sleep by a fire set by jealous muggles of their wealth and beauty.

Though I do not blame them for their monstrous acts, but know they will fall and beg at the feet of death himself when it comes time.

Princess Emelia stayed with Cousin Merope in the summers but locked herself away in her room during the other holidays as she was reminded too much of the fact that she would only see her parents when she too died...

but in the summer of 1924 the princess met her very own prince, Tom Riddle, though a muggle- was very handsome and kind to her, they fell in love at first sight.

After being begged by her cousin she finally created her own version of a love potion, expecting Merope to only study its properties and affects like she promised.

Never did she think that her best friend since birth would use it on the man she loved, Tom.

Not realizing he was affected by a love potion she heartbrokenly watched from the sidelines, moving and living with them in London.

Though the love potion didn't stop Tom from demanding her attention when Merope was away.

Never crossing the line of betraying her cousin but never truly stopping his behavior towards her.

Things took a turn when Merope announced her pregnancy, taking him off the love potion, expecting him to at least stay for their child.

She was wrong.

He immediately went to Princess Emelia for comfort from the trauma of not being in control of his affections and action.

Avoiding Merope at all costs and seeking Emelia's love.

Emelia however always took care of Merope during her pregnancy and felt connected to the child. As if the child in her cousin was hers at heart.

Tom, noticing this, was there for the baby by his loves side.

Officially courting the princess in secrecy, fearing Merope would harm them or the baby if she ever found out.

9 months finally passed and the baby was born on December 31st, 1926, but not without tragedy.

Merope meeting the grim reaper during her childbirth.

Tom quickly stopped the nurses and changed the birth certificate of the baby, Changing the mothers name to Emelia Mariette Knight, encouraging her to name their new baby. 'Thomas Marvolo Knight'

She loved the baby with all her heart, wishing for him to be welcomed into the wizarding world, but Tom disagreed with her wishes.

He demanded I leave magic behind and marry him, so for the future of my baby boy, I ran to my family house in America with you, Thomas."

"What happened next, mummy?" a four year old Thomas questions, his head tilted slightly showing his interest. "Well, Mummy met that nice man, Percival and he helped us become legal maj-citizen of the US so we wouldn't get in trouble with MACUSA." I explained to him while caressing his cheeks, trying to soothe him more. "Percy? Where is he now?" he sleepily asks. "Percy is at work, Hun. He's a very busy and responsible man." I softly state, not wanting to disturb his drowsiness.

#percival graves #fantastic beats and where to find them #gellert grindelwald

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mxtxfanatic · 2 years ago

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Alright, finished Yu Wu, so now we have our character breakdowns!

Our Main Cast:

Murong Lian: I am so serious when I say that a sad (not even tragic, just fucking “sucks I guess, dude” sad!) backstory and working with the MCs towards a mutually beneficial goal IS NOT A REDEMPTION ARC.

Yue Chenqing: a lesson in why ignorance is NOT bliss and you should NOT blindly follow whatever your elders say. (Especially if your “respectable elder” is a known rapist with children he don’t even know about under his own roof falling in love with each other 😬). I expected that he’d experience some traumatic bullshit, but holy shit?

Jiang Yexue: I knew there was something off about him, but holy shit????? Hope he rots in hell, but also, he was obviously tainted by that dark cultivation he took in to save his brother’s life, so maybe the real villain who needs to rot in hell is their rapist daddy 💁🏽‍♀️

Murong Chuyi: I knew he liked Yue Chenqing deep down and that something must have happened to make him turn on Jiang Yexue, but holy shit???? Anyways, hope he gets to beat that fool’s AND his rapist daddy’s asses in the afterlife before reincarnating into the most peaceful next life. (On another note, wtf is up with meatbun and jumping into blood pools????)

The emperor: I CALLED IT! A MOTHERFUCKING SNAKE AND A COWARD 🗣🗣🗣 IF YOU TRUSTED HIM AT ANY POINT, DON’T TALK TO ME 🗣🗣🗣

Guoshi of Liao/Hua Po’an: everyone is afraid of this super ultra powerful, seemingly invincible guoshi and ain’t none of y’all stopped to think, “wow, this is suspicious; wonder if that one villain IN ALL OUR STORIES maybe didn’t die, especially since we keep seeing hints that the one who “killed” him and died with him is ALSO not dead!” What foolishness… Anyways, man had plans on plans and still couldn’t predict human kindness, what a tool lmao

Princess Mengze: everyone was playing 3D chess with politics but bitch was on 4D; I was shook 😳

Gu Mang: MY BOY! Wwx if he was written into a trauma porn novel. Stuck. To. His. Convictions!!! Every reveal of his was a whammy on top of a whammy 😭😭😭 Thought he was out here being Naruto-level foolish without the protagonist halo, but he was really out here playing 4D chess on human morality with the best of them! GIVE HIM HIS FLOWERS 💐 💐💐

Mo Xi: love how he loves Gu Mang. Hate how goddamn naive he is. At some points, instead of feeling emotionally overwhelmed, I was just getting secondhand embarrassment. Would obviously NOT survive a political intrigue novel.

Honorable mentions:

Lu Zhanxing: his death fucking suuuuuucked, but he was a real one.

Li Wei: standing up to the emperor’s men to protect your lord, LET’S GOOOOOOOOOO

Lan’er (Changfeng-jun’s daughter): they didn’t have to do her like that… (also, is she still alive???? We just kinda drop her and never check back in????)

Madam Jiang/Su Yurou: wish I could be this unbothered in the face of conflict, while having the balls to defy the most terrifying not-quite-human in the known world 😭 glad she survived 💙

Jiang Fuli: fuck, I’m glad HE survived! He deserves it!

Hong Shao: she walked into death bravely and heartbrokenly, and I wish she didn’t have to. I hope she and Li Qingqian reincarnate into a better life where they grow to be the old man and hag together, like she dreamed…

Li Qingqian: the way he found out that in attempting to save Hong Shao, he had actually killed his love AND that her murderer “was” the man who saved him? I’m glad Su Yurou got to tell him the truth, and I hope he was able to reunite with Hong Shao in the afterlife

#yu wu #yuwu spoilers #human reads yuwu #i think this is everyone #I’ll come back if i remember someone i care about #but the thing about this book is that while there seems to be a lot of characters #there aren’t actually?#or many aren’t that important anyway

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emeraldenha · 3 years ago

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𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 ࿐‧₊◜·°˖˚♡

✾ 𝐨𝐭𝟕 ✾

collabs

↬ 〖UNLIKELY〗

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ announcement || completed works

imagines

↬ AND THAT’S WHAT YOU MISSED ON… GLEE!

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ enha as glee characters.

bullet point aus

↬ GAME ON! // ongoing

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ a sporty!enha x reader series ~

✾ 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 ✾

au series

↬ LOVE MONTAGE // on hold

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ a collection of moments piecing together the story of you and your first love, Yang Jungwon.

✾ 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 ✾

timestamps

↬ 〖9:43 PM〗

oneshots

↬ YOU CAME AND WENT, JUST LIKE THE SEASONS. // 8k words

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ the only thing Lee Heeseung was capable of doing was running away, but you always loved him, to the very bitter end.

✾ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 (𝐣𝐚𝐲) ✾

timestamps

↬ 〖2:05 AM〗

oneshots

↬ THE LACE OF FACADES // teaser

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ facade(n.) — an outward appearance that is maintained to conceal a less pleasant or creditable reality.

✾ 𝐬𝐢𝐦 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧 (𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞) ✾

oneshots

↬ HAPPENSTANCE // 6.4k words

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ both you and Jake Sim have one thing in common and that is being best friends with an ‘it couple’ on campus. after properly getting to know each other at a new year’s eve party, you think seeing his face one too many times the following weeks could all be a coincidental fate. what you soon realize is that fate comes in the form of your two friend groups who want nothing more than the two of you to start dating.

✾ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 ✾

timestamps

↬ 〖11:24 PM〗

smaus

↬ SABOTAGED // on hold

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ Park Sunghoon is head over heels for you but has never had the courage to confess. it’s a hopelessly one-sided crush, all until he recruits your best friend to play cupid. the only catch is that your best friend is Kim Sunoo, the very one who still happens to carry unresolved feelings for you in the shadowy depths of the friend zone. there’s no such thing as helping the competition in his book, only sabotage.

✾ 𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨 ✾

bullet point aus

↬ BLIND DATES. // 2.3k words

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ “the idea of a blind date was never something you were particularly interested in…”

mini smaus

↬ CAMPUS CRUSH (OF THE WEEK!) // completed

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ notorious for fulfilling your daydreams with whatever cute boy your eyes manage to land on, you stumble across one of your friend’s twitter mutuals, Kim Sunoo, and everyone expects you to be over him within a few days and onto the next. though what happens when a crush of your’s reciprocates interest?

✾ 𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐢 (𝐧𝐢-𝐤𝐢) ✾

oneshots

↬ THE SUMMER YOU CONFESSED // 6.6k words

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ though managing to stay in touch, you and Nishimura Riki were forced to live separate lives at different paces, but that was just the new normal. however, after seeing you again during your annual summer visit, he finds himself deep in trouble when faced with acknowledging his hidden feelings.

smaus

↬ BREAKING ME IN TWO // completed

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ after all your years of pining for your best friend, Yang Jungwon, you suddenly catch him with his secret girlfriend… which happens to be your other best friend. deciding to forgive and forget, you heartbrokenly cut all ties and fall back into your habits of self isolation. however, that doesn’t go as planned when Nishimura Riki approaches you with an almost-confession and a stolen keychain.

#masterlist #enhypen #enhypen smau #enhypen social media au #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen au #enhypen fluff #enhypen angst

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myown-worstenemy-2003 · 2 years ago

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Where Have You Been All My Life? (Eddie Munson)

A/N: Hey y’all! This is my first fanfic that I have written in a looooong time. So bare with me! This is VERY much done for myself but if wanted I can change it to reader insert. Also please don’t copy my work! I worked very hard on this! Thank you! :) PS: Miles and Jade are original characters.

Summary: Piper is new at Hawkins, Indiana. She’s trying to make new friends and help her family along the way. Maybe even find love?

Hawkins, Indiana. You’re new home for the foreseeable future. You had just moved here with your mom and little brother, Miles. So that is why you were sitting by yourself with a book and your Walkman. You were so busy trying to make sure that Miles had everything that you forgot to make sure that you had your lunch. So there you were, munching on some pretzels you had kept in your bag just in case something happened.

You looked up to look around the cafeteria. It looked different from the one back home, but of course, it would be. You could see the cliques that were formed. As you looked around the cafeteria, you spotted Miles standing next to a table with a bunch of kids with matching shirts on. You couldn’t tell what they were, but you could tell they were matching. You smiled as he sat down next to one of the kids.

You were perfectly fine with sitting by yourself as long as he was happy, you thought as you continued munching on your pretzels.

You looked back down at your book and continued reading. After a few pages, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You looked up to see a face looking down at you, “I knew you would forget to pack your lunch.”

You smiled at the brown-headed boy, “So I stole one of your favorite red apples from the fruit bowl.”

“Did I ever tell ya that you’re my favorite brother?” you said smiling, taking the apple from Miles’ outstretched hand.

“I’m your only brother,” he said straight-faced. You laughed, and he got a big grin on his face.

“Get away from me, loser,” you said jokingly.

“You wanna come sit with me and a few of my new friends?” he asked.

“You’ve moved on from me already?!” you acted heartbrokenly. Putting your hand on your chest to add more drama to it.

He rolled his eyes, “No, just made some more. Just don’t want ya to be lonely.”

You shook your head and smiled, “‘M good, buddy. Got me some Queen and a book. I’m golden.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, making sure. God, he is just like you and mom, you thought to yourself.

“I’m sure, mom,” you teased. He rolled his eyes again.

“Okay, but if you change your mind, I’m over there with the guys with matching shirts.” he described. You nodded your head and took a bite out of your apple. You watched as he walked back over to the table.

You slipped your headphones on when he sat back down and continued reading.

A few minutes later, you felt another tap on your shoulder.

“Miles, I swear, I’m fin-” you started to say to the person in front of you. But stopped when it wasn’t the brown-headed boy. But instead, it was two girls. The one closest, fiery redhead hair in a side ponytail, green eyes behind her glasses. She was wearing a pure white sweater and jeans. The other girl with short brown hair, blue eyes, and freckles on her face. She was wearing a black shirt with a white and blue stripe across her chest and a bomber jacket over it.

The redhead chuckled a little, “Sorry, didn’t mean to disappoint.”

You shook your head, “It’s okay! I thought y’all were my brother comin’ to check up on me.”

The other girl smiled, “Aw, he sounds like a good brother.”

You smiled and said jokingly, “Yeah, when he wants to be.”

They both laughed. And you laughed along.

“Well, my name is Jade, and this is Robin,” the redhead introduced herself.

You held your hand out and shook their hands with a big smile on your face, “It’s nice to meet y’all. I’m Piper.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Piper! I like that name!” Robin said as she shook your hand.

“Thank ya! My mama gave it to me,” you said lamely but still smiling.

“Well, we were wondering if you want to sit at our table. With us. There are a couple of other people over there that would be happy to meet you.”

You thought for a minute, nervous. But then you nodded your head, smiling. You gathered your stuff and walked over to the table, and that’s where you stayed for the rest of the lunch period.

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Later on, after lunch, you walked into what you were pretty sure was English IV. But it turns out it was Geometry. Your face went red, and you looked down at your feet as you heard a few kids snicker.

“‘M so sorry,” you whispered quickly as you walked out of the room into the hallway. You walked down the hallway a little way with your head down still, trying to forget the mumbles of laughter when you bumped into the wall when you walked out.

You were walking fast with your head down when you slammed into something. You fell back on your butt, and your stuff went everywhere. You sat there in a daze.

“I just really ran into a wall,” you said as you sat on the ground, gathering yourself. But then you heard a chuckle.

“It would have hurt more if it was a wall,” you heard a male voice say in front of you.

Shit shit shit shit.

“I am so sorry!” you rushed as you gathered your stuff and the guy’s stuff together, not looking up from the ground.

“It’s totally fine! It happens!” the guy said as he helped gather his belongings and your things. When your things are separated into the correct piles, you see a guy with very nice brown hair and brown eyes. He was cute.

He stood up and held out his hand to help you up from the ground. He was strong, with nice biceps peeking out from under his striped polo shirt.

After he helped you up, you wiped off any dirt from your flared jeans and Queen T-shirt.

“Sorry about bumping into you, late for Geometry,” he said with a smile.

“I’m the one that should be sayin’ sorry! I wasn’t watchin’ where I was goin’,” you said, your face turning red again, thinking about what happened in the Geometry classroom again.

“I haven’t seen you around here. Are you new here?” he asked, still smiling.

You smiled, holding your hand out for him to shake, “Yeah, my name’s Piper.”

“That’s unique! Never heard that before! Where are you from?” he asked, shaking your hand.

“Illinois,” you answered, picking up your stuff from the ground.

“Oh, like Chicago? Because your accent sounds too southern to be Chicago?” he asked, confused.

You shook your head, “No, I’m from southern Illinois. Like way Southern Illinois.”

“Like how, Southern?” he asked, crossing his arms in curiosity.

“Like I could drive 5 minutes and be in Kentucky,” you explained with a smile.

“Wow. That must be nice!” he said.

“Yeah, it was,” you said with a sad smile. You sighed a little but then said, “Well, I gotta find my class, and you gotta get to class. So nice to meet you….”

“Steve,” he answered, finally being able to put a name to the face.

“Well, it was nice to meet you, Steve,” you said and turned to walk away

“What class are you going to?” he asked as you turned.

“English IV,” you answered, hoping he would tell you where to go.

“Oh, that’s upstairs!” he said.

“What? This place has stairs?” you said, shocked.

“Yeah, do want me to show you where it is?”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to get in trouble,” you said with concern.

“It’s no big deal! I didn’t want to go to Geometry anyway,” he admitted. You laughed and followed him as he led you to your class.

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A few weeks later and you settled into a good routine. You had made friends with Jade, Robin, and their friends, that were more than happy to include you in everything that they did. You discovered that Steve and Jade were dating, Robin had the biggest crush on a girl named Vickie, and Nancy was dating Johnathan.

It was a Friday night, and the girls had asked you to join them in their weekly sleepover. You were jamming to KISS when you almost passed Jade’s house. You slammed on the brakes and backed up a little, and pulled into the driveway, hoping that no one saw that little move. You got out of your truck with your sleeping bag and bag with your clothes and other things that you need in it. You looked at the other cars in the driveway. They looked nice and clean, fairly newer. While you were driving an old beat-up pickup truck that your grandpa gave to you. Pushing the thoughts to the back of your head, you walked up to the front door and knocked. A minute later, Jade opened the door, smiling, “Hey! I’m glad you could make it! Come in!”

You smiled and walked in; you took your shoes off at the door and put them next to the ones that were already there.

“We were just getting started! We got pizza on the table and soda in the fridge. Whatever else is in the kitchen, help yourself!” she said, leading you towards the living room and pointing towards the kitchen.

You took it all in quickly and smiled, “Thank ya for invitin’ me. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a sleepover.”

“Of course, you’re our friend!” she said as you walked into the living room, where Nancy and Robin were already eating some pizza and talking. They looked up when they heard voices.

“There you are!” Nancy said excitedly.

“We were worried that you got lost. I was going to send out a search team.” Robin said, and you laughed.

“Nah, but I did almost miss the house because I was jammin’ too much to music,” you admitted. They laughed, and Jade said smiling, “Only you would do that.”

You laughed and nodded your head. After a minute, you asked, “Is there somewhere I can change into my pajamas?”

“Yeah! Of course! The bathroom is down the hall and to the right.” Jade explained. You nodded your head and took your bag with you to the bathroom, and changed into your pajamas. When you came out of the bathroom and into the living room, you heard wolf whistles from the girls. You laughed and blushed when you put your bag down.

“Damn, girl! You got some legs on you!” Robin said jokingly, looking you up and down. Your short sleep shorts were the only ones you had clean when you packed your bag earlier that day.

“And that t-shirt? Are you sure you don’t have a guy back where you're from, Piper?” Nancy teased.

You laughed, looking down at your big sleep shirt that wore a lot to bed, “Nope, no one back home. I like wearin’ big shirts ‘cause they're more comfortable.”

“Makes sense to me. I didn’t know you had tattoos?” Jade said.

You smiled, “Yeah, I told my mama I was gonna get a tattoo. She was so excited and asked what I wanted to get.”

“Which one did you get first?” Robin asked.

“The Addams family one. That was my first one.” you showed them your left leg, your tattoo of comic Morticia, and Wednesday Addams.

“I got that one because my mom and I always loved the Addams family. So it was something for me and her.”

“Aw, that’s so cute!” Jade said, looking at the black tattoo on your leg.

“How many do you have?” Nancy asked, looking at the other ones on your leg.

“I only have three. They are all on my leg, so it was kinda hard to keep ‘em hidden from my religious grandma,” you laughed, remembering you had to wear pants every time you saw your grandma.

They all laughed along.

“I couldn’t imagine,” Robin said, smiling.

“My parents would kill me,” Nancy expressed. Jade nodded her head, “Mine would too.” After that, the conversation drifted away to another subject.

As the night got later, the more that you opened up to them.

“Tom Cruise. You can’t tell me he wasn’t HOT as a fighter pilot in Top Gun.” Nancy said, answering Jade’s question.

You nodded in agreement as you listened to them and painted Robin’s nails.

“I see we are in all agreement. He makes it to the list of ‘Celebrity Heartthrob,’” Nancy said, writing down, you assumed, was Tom Cruise on the list that you all decided would make.

“Alright, so far, we have Tom Cruise, Top Gun. Johnny Depp, Nightmare on Elm Street. Robert Downey Jr, Weird Science. Matt Dillion, The Outsiders, and multiple more reasons that I can not disclose right now.” Jade read off. You giggled as you finished painting Robin’s nails. Jade picked up the black color that you chose earlier. She moved over to you and held out her hand. You held your hand as she started painting your nails.

“So, Piper. It’s your turn. Your celebrity crushes! Since you are the only single girl here,” Robin excitedly said, fanning her nails.

You thought about it even though you knew who it was.

“I have two,” you stated. They nodded their heads.

“Patrick Swayze, he is just a tall drink of iced tea,” you said. The girls nodded and oohed.

Nancy wrote down Patrick Swayze. They all started to talk about him.

“Nobody puts baby in a corner!” Jade quoted just as confidently as Patrick did in the scene, which made you all giggle.

It went on like that for a little bit. You were sort of hoping that they would forget that you said that you had two celebrity crushes. But your luck was not with you tonight as Jade put down the nail polish when she was finished and asked, “So, who’s the other one?”

“Y’all are gonna make fun of me. He’s not as popular as the others,” you said, fanning your nails.

“If you like him, he is still important! We want to learn more about you!” Nancy said happily.

“Pluuuuus! Maybe it will help us find a guy for you.” Robin teased, wiggling her eyebrows. You laughed, blushing.

“Promise y’all won’t make fun of me?” you asked, holding out your pinky. The others wrapped their pinkies around yours as best they could without ruining the polish on their nails and yours.

“Eddie Van Halen from Van Halen. He’s just pretty, I just want to run my hands through his hair. And the way he plays his guitar. I love to watch his hands play,” you said, explaining why you thought he was attractive.

The other three girls look at each other, thinking the same thing. Eddie sounded a lot like another guy that they knew.

“Just from how you described him, I think I will put him at the top of the list.” Nancy teased, writing on the list.

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It has been 3 months since you and your family moved to Hawkins. You had got your group of friends, and Miles had got his group of friends. One night when you were doing homework while listening to Fleetwood Mac when he burst into the room.

“Sissy! Guess what?!” he excitedly asked, running into your room and jumping onto your bed.

“What is it, brother of mine?” you smiled.

“So you know Dustin and Mike? The guys that I’ve been hangin’ out with?”

“Yeah?” you answered, listening, turning down your record player.

“They asked me if I wanted to play DnD with them!”

“What! That’s awesome, buddy! I’m so happy for you!” you gave him a high-five, and he returned excitedly.

“I know! I’m so excited! They said that they meet on Fridays after school in the drama club room,” he told you.

“Sweet! Do you have a ride?” you asked.

“Actually, I was gonna ask if you can pick me up?” he admitted.

You smiled and rubbed his hair with your hand, “Of course, bud. And if any of the other ones need a ride, too, they can come along.”

He smiled and ran out of your room, “Okay! I’ll tell them! Thank you!”

“You’re welcome!”

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“Piper Jones. How come I did not know you had a brother?” Nancy asked one night when she called you.

“I thought I told you? His name is Miles,” you told her.

“Yeah, he is in Mike’s class. He’s friends with Mike and Dustin. They all play DnD together. I just didn’t know that you had a brother!”

“Yeah! He’s best friends with them. Which I’m very glad about. I would rather him be friends with them than anyone else.”

“Why is that?”

“Well, ‘cause they treat him right. From what Miles has told me, they always are good to him, friendly, don’t bully him, and introduce him to more people that are good to them. Dustin has stayed over a few times. He’s a really nice kid, and Mike is your brother, so I figured that he wouldn’t be that bad,” you explained.

“Dustin is a really good kid so is Mike. They both can be little shits, but what do you expect out of 14-year-old boys?” Nancy said jokingly.

You laughed, “That is very true. Miles is the same way. Anyway, I better go, I gotta go pick up the trio and bring them here. I’ll holler atcha later, Nance,” you said, hanging up the phone as Nancy said her goodbyes.

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Friday night, you are in the school parking lot, waiting for Miles and his friends to come out of the school. You were sitting in the driver's seat of your truck listening to Eagles and reading The Outsiders. Your Chuck Taylors and jean-clad legs were hanging out the open window of your truck as you leaned against the console. Back in Illinois, you used to do this often when you just wanted to get away from everyone. There was a place that no one would go, so you would take your truck, a book, some snacks, a couple of cassettes, and sometimes a blanket. Sometimes you lay the blanket on the ground and read on it, but sometimes you would just sit in that secret spot until the sun was gone, and it was the perfect place to see the stars.

As you flipped the page, the passenger side door opened, “Hey, sissy!”

“Hey bud!” you said, pulling your legs into the truck and sitting up in the correct position.

“Hey Piper!” Dustin greeted, opening the back door and climbing in. “Hey, Piper,” Mike greeted, getting into the back as well. Miles got into the passenger seat and closed the door.

“Hey Mikey! How was y’all’s meetin’?” you asked, going to start the truck up.

“Wait!” they all said in unison, which made you freeze.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, concerned.

“I forgot to ask, is it okay if we give a ride to one of our friends?” Miles asked.

“Of course! Where are they?” you questioned, looking around. The boys in the back smiled.

“See, I told y’all it wouldn’t be no problem,” Miles told them and got out of the truck and ran up to the school. He went up to the door and opened it. He stuck his body halfway in. He looked like he was talking to someone. You turned on the truck and drove up to the school and parked, where Miles and his friend could get in.

As you pulled up, you saw another figure come out of the school along with Miles. He was taller than Miles, and he was wearing a black leather jacket with a denim vest over it with patches on the vest. He looked to be about your age with long curly hair.

You smiled as the passenger side was opened by the stranger, and Miles was seated in the back with the three younger boys.

“Hi there!” you greeted with a smile. He was really pretty. Big brown eyes and the way he smiled when you greeted him almost made him melt.

“Hello there, sweet maiden,” he greeted as he got into the passenger seat and closed the door. You blushed a little and put the truck into drive, and started out of the school.

“I’ve seen you around school, and you’re too young to be young Miles’s mommy.” the stranger teased. You giggled a little, “Nah, I’m his sister. The boys are staying the night at our house for a couple of nights.”

“How come I wasn’t invited, Jones?” he jokingly threw at Miles in the backseat. Miles looked up from the conversation the three boys were having.

“I didn’t think you would want to come, Eddie,” he answered, his ears turning a little red.

Eddie smiled at the sight, “Hey, it’s not a big deal. I was joking.”

“Since you’re not comin’ to my house, where should I drop you off?” you asked as you drove on the highway from the school back to town. He told you where to go, and you were on your way.

“Alright boys, what are we feelin’? I got Eagles, Van Halen, KISS, Fleetwood, Queen, and whatever Miles has,” you asked the boys as it got quiet.

“Wait. You got Van Halen and KISS?” Eddie asked, looking at you.

“Yeah, they’re in the glove box. I think I might even have some Metallica. ‘M not sure if it’s in here or in my room.” you answered, looking at Eddie, pointing to the glovebox, and then looking back to the road.

You heard him say something.

“What was that, hon?” you asked Eddie.

“Huh? I didn’t say anything,” he answered.

“Oh, I thought you said somethin’. Must be hearin’ things,” you laughed at yourself. You drove as you heard KISS start playing, and you drum your hands on the steering wheel along to ‘I Was Made For Lovin’ You’. You quietly sang along to the song as you drove to Eddie’s house. When you pulled up to his house, he sighed and opened the door.

“Thank you for the ride, fair maiden,” Eddie said as he jumped out of the truck.

You giggled, “You’re welcome, Eddie. Anytime. And you can call me Piper,” you said. He smiled widely. He bowed, closed the door, and walked up the steps to the trailer door. You watched as he walked up the steps, got into the trailer, and then continued down the road to get back into another part of town where you lived.

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A week later, it was again Friday, lunchtime.

“Jones! Why didn’t you tell me you had a sister?” Eddie said, sitting at his usual spot. Miles peeks up from the book he was reading, “I didn’t think it was important?”

“Is there something wrong?” Dustin asked as he sat down next to Gareth and across from Miles.

“Nothing. I was just asking Jones over here about his sister that no one knew about.” Eddie continued, starting to munch on pretzels.

“Piper? How could you not know about Piper? She’s like another mom to me. But like cool.” Dustin told him.

“Mommy?” Eddie said to himself, smirking a little.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Eddie said quickly.

“Yeah,” Mike said, sitting next to Dustin, “she’s pretty cool. Letting us do stuff our own parents won’t let us do, helping us with homework.”

“Delicious meals!” Dustin cut in.

“Yeah, and she’s pretty,” Mike said, Dustin punching his arm and Miles kicking his shin. “Owwww!”

“Don’t talk about my sister like that, dude. Especially when you have a girlfriend,” Miles said, taking a bite of spaghetti that Piper made last night that he packed for lunch today.

Eddie wouldn’t admit to it right now, but he thought you were pretty. Beautiful, in fact. He’d seen you in class but didn’t know who you were, and you pretty much kept to yourself, but every now and then, he would see you talking to Nancy, Robin, Jade, or Steve. Which, if he had to guess, is who you were sitting with now.

He looked around to see if he could spot Jade’s red hair or just Harrington’s hair in general. He was looking around until he spotted you. You looked stunning, but when did you not?

Your white shirt was hugging your curves in all of the right places. He noticed that you would get cold easily, so you kept a spare jacket in your locker; today, you had a red flannel on, but it was tied around your waist right now. You were wearing a long black skirt and black boots. Dark green-rimmed glasses perched perfectly on your nose. Your hair was short and looked naturally wavy.

I want to run his hands through her hair just one time, He thought to himself. The longer he watched her, the more he noticed that she would idly play with the rings on her fingers.

I wonder if she would like mine? He wondered. He loved the style you had.

Did it look almost like a ’70s grunge? Almost like a Stevie Nicks and Bender mix. He chuckled at the thought.

“What are you laughing at?” Gareth asked, bringing Eddie back from his staring.

“About how much fun it’s gonna be seeing you guys lose at tonight’s campaign!” Eddie came back with a grin.

“Hey!” Jade and Nancy said, coming up to the Hellfire table. The boys were quiet, except for Miles, who greeted them back.

“Hey!” he greeted with a smile, pushing his long brown hair out of his face.

“Hello, what can us gentlefolk do for the fair ladies?” Eddie asked playfully.

“Well, Mike told me that you guys would need another player for your campaign tonight.” Nancy started.

Jade nodded, “Yes, Piper told me that Miles said something about it too.”

Both the boys looked from the girls to their leader. Eddie looked at the table, all of them looking down like they had been caught.

“I guess you all forgot to tell me something?” Eddie started, crossing his arms and leaning against the table.

“Yeah, Randy isn’t going to make it tonight. He has a family thing,” Gareth told him.

“Damn it,” Eddie cussed, running his hands through his hair.

“We’ll find someone!” Dustin, Mike, and Miles all shouted.

“That’s why we came over here,” Nancy interrupted.

Eddie was confused about why they wanted to help recruit people to join their ‘cult’. He munched on some pretzels and asked, “Okay?”

“We might have someone who will play tonight,” Jade said, eyeing Miles.

Miles picked up the hint, “Piper can play!”

Eddie’s heart stopped, and he almost choked on the pretzel he was eating. He quickly swallowed it and then asked, “Piper can play?”

“Well, she did a little. She asked me to teach her how to play, but it’s been a long time. Plus, we never really got all the way through the basics,” Miles explained.

“Piper told us about how she loved when you taught her how to play. She loved the idea and would be up for playing again if she got the chance,” Jade told them but more towards Eddie.

Eddie nodded his head thinking about how Piper loved the idea of D&D. One of his favorite things. Had some of the same favorite bands. That she was so kind and pretty. Where have you been all my life, Piper?

“She’s invited if she wants to come,” Eddie said suddenly.

“Huh?”

“Miles, make sure that Piper knows that she is invited to come tonight. A spot is open for her to learn to play if she wishes.” Eddie said, smiling at the boy. Miles smiled and nodded happily.

“I’ll let her know!”

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“Are you sure that it’s okay that I come and play? I’m not that good,” you asked the gaggle of freshmen boys that came with you.

“Piper! It is perfectly fine! You’ll do great!” Dustin cheerfully said.

“Yeah! Why wouldn’t it be? Eddie said himself that you were more than welcome to come,” Miles answered. Mike nodded along.

You bit your nails for a second, walking in the hallway to the drama room. You met up with two other boys, Gareth and Jeff.

Dustin held the doorknob and looked at you with a smile on his face, “Are you ready?”

You looked at the others with the same big smiles, excited to share their favorite game with one of their favorite people.

You smiled back at them, “I’m ready.”

He opened the door, and Eddie was sitting on his throne with the most mischievous grin on his face.

“Welcome, adventurers!” he said as the others entered the room and took their seats. When you walked in, he got up from his throne and greeted you, which surprised you.

“Welcome, fair maiden,” Eddie greeted, taking your hand and lightly kissing the back of it, “I hear that you are new to the group and eager to go on adventures.”

You smiled and blushed at the action, “Your little birdies are correct, good sire.”

Eddie grinned widely, “Well, since you are so eager, you can sit next to me.”

He moved closer to whisper to you, “And since you are prettier than the others.”

You blushed more and looked down at your feet, smiling, “I would love to, Sir Edward.”

When you looked back up and saw him blushing a little with a smile on his face.

“Hey! If you two are done flirting, we are ready to start playing!” Mike shouted at the two of you.

Eddie glared at the freshman that made him cower down into his seat. You blushed and giggled, “Lead the way, Sir Edward.”

He held his arm out for you to take, “This way, Lady Piper.”

You took his arm, and he led you to your seat. He is the one. I got it bad for him.

The boys were talking as you dug for keys out of your canvas bag that was your purse. After you found your keys, you caught up with your brother.

“So be honest. How’d I do?” you asked nervously.

“You did good! I know it was hard ‘cause it was complicated to learn at first. But you did good!” he said, encouraging you. The other boys heard your conversation and joined in.

“Yeah, you did great!” Dustin said, coming up beside taking your arm as Eddie did earlier, “Before you know it, you will be better than all of us and saving us from dragons!”

You laughed as you walked down the hallway and out of the door.

As you walked to your truck with the boys ahead of you, you heard a voice calling your name behind you.

“Piper! Hey Piper!”

You heard it again, Eddie’s voice and the jangle of his chain. You turned around and saw him running toward you.

You smiled, “Hey, Ed!”

He stopped before you, taking a deep breath from running, “Hey Piper, hey, I wanted to tell you that you played great tonight.”

You smiled, “Really? Thank you! I was so nervous and wasn’t sure how I would do.”

He smiled, “You were awesome! Some practice, and I think you might just become the Dungeon Master.”

You giggled and blushed, “Nah, I ain’t that good. ‘Sides, I love the way you set the tone. I could just imagine everythin’ that you were sayin’! It was awesome!”

“Aw, you make me blush, sweet thing,” he said smiling.

“It’s more like you make me blush,” you said, twirling the ring on your right ring finger.

You both smiled at each other for a second.

“I also come over to ask you a question, if you don’t mind?” Eddie asked, subconsciously playing with his hair. You nodded your head with a smile.

He took your hand and kneeled to the ground, “Lady Piper, will you do me the honor of accompanying me to the fair this weekend?”

You blushed and smiled, “Sir Edward, I’d love to accompany you to the local fair. As long as you win me the biggest stuffed animal.”

He chuckled and then kissed the back of your hand. He stood up from his kneeled position and put his hand on his heart, “I will make it my mission to win you the biggest and fluffiest stuffed animal that you have ever seen, my lady.”

You giggled, “Thank you, Sir Edward.”

Then there was the honk of the horn and some yelling from teenage boys.

“My horse and carriage will come for your castle at six?”

“That sounds perfect!”

He nodded his head and bowed, “Until then, Lady Piper.”

You curtsied with your black skirt, “Until then, Sir Edward.”

He smiled as you curtsied at him and began to walk toward the truck full of freshmen boys waiting for dinner.

#eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #eddie munson fanfic

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buckgettingcrushed · 3 years ago

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OFMD D.E.B.S AU except its not high school students . stede, poster boy perfect spy perceived blond bimbo who is engaged to mary of honeland security and notorious diamond thief ed..stede is obsessed with him and his life and does a ton of research but no one has ever survived an encounter with blackbeard they say. and they run into each other when ed is on yet another unsuccessful blind date that stede and the revenge crew are sent to spy on bc they believe its an arms deal or something. yadda yadda ed keeps committing crimes to get stede's attention and eventually 'kidnaps' him and stede eventually gets 'found' by the crew and has to go back to his previous life leaving ed heartbroken and they eventually have the most cheesy reunion just like the movie holy fuck im just realising that the movie D.E.B.S ( 2004) and Our Flag Means Death (2022) have basically the same story arch hshshshshs. Theyre not highschool students but stedes spy uniform is just as uneccessarily slutty as the movie. ALSO just thought of ed heartbrokenly threatening to pulverize australia and izzy being like 'whats your beef with the australians ?!' hshdhs Lucy Diamond and Ed are the Same Character alsoooo the bit in the film where lucy is like 'originally i didnt want to be a criminal... wanted to be a Pirate!" and then Amy is like " but a pirate IS a criminal" but its ed and stede hahshshshhahs lucius as dominique having to lick a different boy out of his bed every morning ACTUALLY this au would also work with ed as amy and izzy as max .....many thoughts many thoughts. stede notorious diamond thief ed perfect spy but bored of it, izzy brst friend with ambition trying to keep ed by his side hahshshha MY MIND

#ofmd modern au #ofmd au #debs au #d.e.b.s #ofmd #our flag means death #listen i have a continent sized soft spot for the movie d.e.b.s (2004)#and it has the same exact stupid gays vibe #i

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abluescarfonwaston · 5 years ago

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Shapeshifter Au -4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Inspired by @spielzeugkaiser art here

So. Geralt knew.

He didn’t know how long Geralt had known for. Didn’t particularly want to know.

Had he just worked it out from his scent as a bear? Had he recognized the lute that was smashed on Filavandrel’s floor? Had he used his Witcher senses to figure it out when he was a lark with a broken wing sleeping in his saddlebag? Was it some little tick that had given him away of there months together?

He didn’t want to know.

He woke up the morning after the incident and promptly shifted into his human form. Packed up his part of camp and waited.

Waited for the questions, for the false promises, for the placating words.

‘I wont tell’ ‘How does it work?’ ‘You’re still Jaskier’

Geralt groaned, sitting up slowly. Blinking sleep from his bleary eyes that rare way he did when he felt safe upon waking. Found him across the burnt out fire.

He tensed.

Geralt nodded and slowly set about disassembling camp.

The world skewed slightly to the left as they set off.

He waited for Geralt to snap at him to ‘just turn into something Roach could carry’ when he complained about his feet hurting too much.

Waited for Geralt to tell him to ‘shrink into something more manageable’ when the bed at the inn was too small for both of them to reasonably share.

Waited for Geralt to request he turn into something useful- to help track down a monster or carry his weight or or or-

It was easy to not shift. He went weeks without shifting as he waited. Waited for Geralt to make some attempt to be reassuring about how he ‘knew’ what Jaskier was or some request that made it clear Geralt thought he was some party trick or. Or something.

And still Geralt was silent on the matter.

It was annoying. It was so damn annoying.

That’s all it real was. He was annoyed. Annoyed that the song he’d worked on for two weeks had gotten a tepid reaction and that his chemise kept static sticking to his arms and it was hot and the bar was loud and and and-

And he wasn’t entirely sure why he was yelling at Geralt but he was and Geralt didn’t even have the decency to look affected by it. Just said his name warningly. And sure maybe he’d be embarrassed about acting like a tantruming toddler later but he wanted to hiss and scratch and draw maybe just a little fucking blood. So that maybe- fucking maybe- someone would understand just how pissed he was.

For the first time in weeks he wanted to shift. Shift into the angry tomcat he felt like. Small and angry in a world that was so much bigger and more dangerous than him but that still had claws. Could still yowled and scratch and make bleed because he might have been small but that didn’t mean he was helpless.

But he couldn’t. Because they were in a bar and everyone was staring at him or pointedly not staring at him and Geralt was throwing him over his shoulder and hauling him to their room. His fingers digging into Geralt’s shirt as he struggled to keep them from becoming claws ripping little pinholes into the fabric. He couldn’t shift because there were people and he was still yelling because he was still so fucking angry-

The door slammed closed behind them and Geralt shifted him so he was holding him up by the armpits and at least he had the decency to look a little irritated but he didn’t want to be held so he shoved a hand at Geralt’s face to push him away and-

And the shape collapsed under him.

He shoved his orange paw against Geralt’s face and lashed his tail and hissed all the same.

Orange. Most of his forms were brown. Because brown was the color of his hair and he liked his hair. But someone told him once that all orange cats were male and whether or not that was true he liked that. Liked that when people saw this form they’d know he was a boy.

Sometimes that felt important. Because most people couldn’t tell what gender most animals were and would just pick one for him. Usually it didn’t matter because he didn’t care but sometimes he did and he liked that maybe his gorgeous long orange fur made that more obvious.

But now Geralt wasn’t even looking irritated anymore! Even with his paw unsheathing claws threateningly against the stubbled skin of his cheek.

No he looked surprised and then it melted into a disgustingly soft smile. Swear to gods If Geralt tried to pet him right now-

Geralt glanced down at his tail, lashing back and forth without pause.

“Ah.” He was swiftly deposited on the bed, Geralt settling back on the floor. “The bar was loud wasn’t it.”

Well he didn’t know what that had to do with anything but Geralt just sat across from him, staring at the wall above his head. Not attempting eye contact.

That helped. He needed to watch Geralt but eye contact would have been too much for him to handle right now with every too loud noise from the bar still scraping at his skull.

Slowly his tail settled behind him and he let his eyes sink close. Safe in the knowledge Geralt wasn’t going to do anything.

He’d explained cat body language to Geralt several months back. Because Geralt had explained (heartbrokenly complained really) that cats didn’t like him. Because he was a ‘mutant’ and they knew it.

Which was complete hogwash.

They didn’t like him because he was a big unfamiliar person approaching feral cats who were better acquainted with the toe of a shoe to the belly then the gentle curl of fingers under their chin. Because he tried to approach them like dogs and didn’t have the time to win over anything but the cuddliest of cuddle slut and there just weren’t that many of those around.

Lucky for Geralt he was a proud member of the cuddle slut kitty brigade. After he’d concluded his lessons on how tail lashing was not like tail wagging on dogs- it meant they were highly stimulated and which could easily pass into Overstimulated- and how to introduce himself and all the best places to pet he’d taken his leave of Geralt for the evening.

Approached him as the cuddly fluffy orange cat he was within the hour. Making his home on Geralts lap and purring as loud as he could demanding all the cuddles he’d been denied in his human form.

That. That might have been when Geralt figured out what he was now that he thought about it.

He still wasn’t sure he wanted to know what had given him away. Especially if he couldn’t change it- like his scent. Or if he could- because then he’d have to. To stay safe.

He jumped off the bed and head-butt Geralt’s hands until Geralt started petting him. Laid down across his lap as Geralt gently covered himself in his fur with each soft stroke.

He should look into a white form. So he could really mess up Geralt’s all black color scheme.

Geralt’s hands eventually stilled and he begrudgingly shifted up. Tucking his head into Geralt’s neck he mumbled, “Shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

“Seemed like a bit of an overreaction to me eating the last mushroom.”

“You know those are my favorite.”

Geralt snorted and ran a hand through his brown hair. “It was my plate.”

“I have no idea what your point is.”

“Right.” He nuzzled into Geralt’s neck. He couldn’t really smell how they mixed together as a human but the shapes that could always found comfort in it. “You.” He paused. “Transformed again.”

His heartrate picked up and his gut start churning. He didn’t want to have this conversation. Ever really. He’d never had to and he didn’t know where to start. Didn’t want Geralt to say something that would make him angry or sad or break his heart. He just wanted to be a human for Geralt. Simple and easy and human.

Not that he was simple or easy. Or human. Probably.

Whatever he was it probably wasn’t human. Not really. But he wanted to be. For Geralt.

Geralt’s other hand came up and squeezed lightly around the long healed bone.

“I wont ask.” Geralt said as Jaskier swallowed a sob. “But I’ll help. If you want.”

“It’s not a curse.”

Geralt hummed acknowledgement.

“It’s just me. It’s always just me. Okay?”

Geralt made a noise like he maybe understood. A little. But not much.

“I can.” It felt weird to say it out loud. “Shift into anything so long as it’s still me.”

“Anything?” He saw the smirk and pointed stare he was making at the chair.

He smacked his shoulder. “If it’s me.”

He was living. Living and breathing and moving and thinking. How was he supposed to be something that wasn’t?

“Not like a Doppler then.”

“Would have thought the bear shape rather gave that away.” Dopplers could become anyone- but were restricted by mass. He wasn’t. Sure he shifted down or up in steps normally but that was because it was easier. Because feelings normally built in size instead of appearing all at once.

Geralt conceded the point with a nod. “Does-“ He stopped.

When it became clear Geralt wasn’t just collecting his thoughts he nudged him. “Ask.”

“Does it hurt?” Geralt wasn’t looking at him and his face was flat but he could feel the tension under his hands.

“Nope!” He reassured. Geralt tensed further.

“In the woods-” He started.

“Those were extenuating circumstances! I’m sure it looked terribly grisly from your perspective but I just couldn’t find a form that fit because.” He stopped.

“Because you were scared.” He nodded into Geralt’s neck. “Of me.”

He stopped nodding.

“Everything’s not about you Geralt.” He pulled back enough to glare at him. Geralt returned it. “It’s Not. Sure I was scared of you but I wasn’t scared of you. I know you wouldn’t lock me up and sell me to a circus to turn tricks or a mage for experiments or anything. I know that. There’s just a difference between knowing and knowing. Okay?”

Geralt studied him before slowly nodding. He tucked his head back into Geralt’s neck.

He wanted to stay here. Here with Geralt. It pulled a question from his gut that he didn’t want to ask- that filled him with fear even as it spilled from his tongue.

“What do you want me to be?”

Geralt’s brow furrowed and he turned his head to the bard.

“Come now you must have a preference.” A voice that was cocky and sure prodded. A voice that was his but was not his. “A shape you’d prefer me to be?”

His face turned and he felt distantly as his eyes glittered and a smile blazed on his lips. Feeling terribly out of control as he begged his heart to race. To respond. To fight whatever power directed his body without his command.

As Geralt’s lips began to form words he could feel the magic preparing to shape him. Bind him in that form. Lock him without shackle or key into whatever Geralt wanted him to be.

“What would it matter?” Geralt said, face relaxing into a small smile and raising a brow. “It would still always be you.”

He sank into Geralt’s shoulder as the compulsion faded, taking with it his fear. He didn’t know what that was and he didn’t particularly like it but- “It would be.” He agreed.

It would always be him.

#geraskier #geralt x jaskier #geralt #jaskier #shapeshifter au #today Geralt gets to pet a kitty #The kitty is Jaskier of course but still #also establishing the rules if your into that like i am #geralts a bit softy and that is all #writing

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alwayslouxhabit · 4 years ago

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my favorite quotes from Unvelievers by isthatyoularry on ao3:

funny:

“they always hated each other, is the thing.”

“Harry the pretentious moron that he is.”

“Harry’s not even a boy. He looks like some kind of grown up man with a baby head. Kind of.”

“He looks like a fucking frog. ‘You look like a fucking frog.‘“

“Imagine being worse than Harry in bed. Jesus.”

“Louis: ?” “Harry: !”

“There’s a thought, he’s going to skin Harry alive!”

“The only one who’s ever dared mentioning his bum to his face is Harry, and he’s only allowed.”

“You think I’d be dead by now, counting how many times you’ve threatened to murder me.”

“Fine I’ll just close my eyes and picture you naked instead.” “You need therapy.”

“Don’t say ditto.” “Ditto.” “Stop.” “It sounds like dildo. “

“He and Harry are not friends.”

“Louis, Christ, I didn’t know you were into football players.”

“Fuck, He loves Harry’s bum.”

“Homo sapiens doing to the do. Homo sapiens homoing. Or something.”

“Let’s just… be miserable. Together.”

“So do you want a blowjob or something? Because I’m kind of bored.”

“Louis loves all of God’s creatures (kind of), but these butterflies need to be murdered.”

“Harry doesn’t like cauliflower.”

“Harry is one of the most important people in his life right now. He should have an emoji.”

“He thinks his butterflies have gone into cardiac arrest.”

“Harry -insert loud groan- loves Louis back.”

“Harry-sexual sounds pretty good to me.”

“If you want me to tell you you’re my only one, then yeah. I am Harry-sexual, baby.”

cute:

“Louis can’t imagine life not hating Harry.”

“He might - might - have come to terms with finding Harry a little bit attractive.”

“I don’t really understand what your deal is, but the two of you really seem to love hating each other”

“Louis despises Harry. He’s an idiot. And still he’s got Louis weak in the knees.”

“Congratulations sweetcheaks.”

“He feels unstable, but it’s making him fall into it.”

“I don’t want to be alone.”

“Nothing has made him feel as much as Harry, no matter what kind of feelings”

“They don’t just kiss to kiss.”

“Louis will actually admit it: Harry actually means a tiny little bit to him.”

“He knows for a fact that he and Harry definitely aren’t cute. They hate each other. They’re not cute.”

“Angry. Hedgehog.”

“He also likes the way Harry’s hand feels against his skin. It shouldn’t be this soothing.”

“Louis’ head is all fucked up, filled with nothing but Harry.”

“Lately, everything positive seems to come from him.”

“His hands are always so bloody gentle.”

“Even though we’re opposites, we’re not that different, Styles.”

“‘His’. The butterflies are thriving.”

“Maybe Harry has become Louis’ person, too, in some ways.”

“What can he say? He’s a teenager and Harry’s fucking gorgeous.”

“Harry is so bloody perfect and Louis is so fucking screwed.”

“They’re not enemies - they’re friends.”

“He also call Louis ‘babe’ and ‘baby’.”

“You’re proper in love with him, aren’t you?”

“He wonders if Harry felt safe with him. Louis feels safe right now.”

“It’s pretty fucking scary how much he means to Louis.”

“I still hate you and you’re still my antagonist.” “That’s okay, as long as you love me too.”

“He’s in love with him. He’s in love with Harry.”

“He’s the most delicate flower of the bunch, entirely enthralling.”

“So you have a crush on me huh?” “You will never know baby.”

“Louis has been feeling like Harry’s personal sun for a while.”

“I love you, but I hate you so much.”

sad:

“He thought when he trusted Harry with himself that that meant exactly the same thing.”

“Louis would be a risk. He’s got ups and downs, too fiery and sparking. Untrustworthy.”

“Louis wonders if their story is one of those, completely and utterly disappointing.”

“He’s got him heartbrokenly in love without a chance at a happy ending.”

“You called me your boy.”

“He’s not angry that he’s going, he’s just sad.”

“It’s like a pathetic, miserable fucking movie.”

“Harry it won’t work, because you’re the only one i’ve ever loved like this and I can’t stand the thought of losing you every single day.”

“I would rather fight with you, than love anybody else.”

“Everything doesn’t have a happy ending. Louis’ life is reality.”

“Harry’s so much, too much. He’s so… It just hurts.”

*nsfw*:

“I was saying excuse me if I’d like to see the face of the person who’s the first to fuck me.”

“I fucked you into oblivion.”

“I get ten minutes to do what I want you your neck.”

“Harry’s not nice, except for maybe when he moans in that way when Louis pulls his hair.”

“I’m not even gay, Harry. People can’t know about this!” “You’ve fucked me multiple times and you love my arse. Sure you’re not gay.”

“Louis wants to take him and do everything to him. He’s so bloody pliant, and he always wants it.”

“they lose their normal personas, letting go competent of what they really are to each other.”

“If you win I’ll give you a congratulatory blowjob tonight.”

“His hands are huge, powerful. Louis wants him.”

“All he can feel is Harry. Everything is just him. His hands, the tickling of his hair, his smell.”

“It feels too good. All too good. It’s all so natural, every movement coming so easily.”

“You’re so full of yourself.” “I could be full of you.”

“I want you to go down on me for so long that you develop gills.”

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