#nick cousins for tw

[zetterbabe]

Panthers Would You Rather? - Episode 1

[c4tth3w]

he’s funny 🥺

[nade2308]

Despite the title this fic is not a Christmas fic, but just something regular that I apparently started in early 2021 and finished it a few weeks ago when a bout of inspiration struck.

Honestly I cannot even tell what inspired this idea to begin with, but I let it lead me where it wanted to go. It ended up being a fic where I explored the possibility of younger Jack going through something horrible and Nick coming to his aide and then sharing some of his own horrible experience.

Heed the tags and warnings, but there is nothing explicitly described.

Huge thanks to @thethistlegirl for all the help with this fic.

Happy holidays!

[sturnslutz]

headcannons about chris and honey...

tw: food issues, family issues

hockeyplayer!chris who got into college with his hockey scholarship.

hockeyplayer!chris who has had a couple relationships, but hasn't really taken any of them seriously.

hockeyplayer!chris who only has a couple people he's close with, nick, matt, nate, baby, a couple guys on his team, and he recently started considering honey to be a friend.

hockeyplayer!chris who isn't good at comforting people who are crying because he grew up learning that crying was considered being a "pussy" from his coaches. his parents tried to tell him that it was okay to cry, but he always disregarded them and listened to his coaches more.

hockeyplayer!chris who is somewhat smart. he's a good A, B student with the occasional C. he doesn't want to do the work, but he would get kicked off the team if he was failing.

hockeyplayer!chris who wears his jersey around all the time. no matter where he's at.

hockeyplayer!chris who goes to the gym or to the rink to get his mind off things he considers "distracting" (which can be something as small as binging a tv show...)

hockeyplayer!chris who has had a troubling relationship with food and keeping up with things that are good for him and would rather fill his body with energy drinks.

hockeyplayer!chris who is a complete different person than he used to be, even from a year ago. matt and nick sometimes tell their parents they barely recognize him at times.

hockeyplayer!chris who will flaunt about hookups but hasn't yet with honey.

hockeyplayer!chris who claims he has never had romantic feelings and never will, mainly because he's scared to have them. (this will affect a lot without him realizing.)

shy!reader who loves pink and being girly, but has always been fascinated with darker colors and people who have different aesthetics.

shy!reader who is bisexual, and her first kiss was a girl.

shy!reader who's closest friends are baby, nate, nick, matt, chris, and a couple of her study buddies.

shy!reader who has a part time job at the college's library.

shy!reader who is really smart and got into the college with a full-ride scholarship!

shy!reader who has talked to chris a couple times before they did anything, mainly asking each other if they had a pen, and chris complimenting her outfit a couple times.

shy!reader who is effortlessly nice to everyone, but does recognize when someone is being mean to her or her friends and will distance herself the best she can without being mean.

shy!reader who is majoring in engineering, same as chris.

shy!reader who vapes, but doesn't make it known to anyone as she doesn't want to seem "dirty" as her parents called people who smoked.

shy!reader who grew up with a messed up home life, being tossed in and out of foster homes, but ended up with her aunt and little cousin named austin when she was 14 when her aunt adopted her.

shy!reader who has never had a boyfriend or girlfriend, but has hooked up with one girl who took her virginity from a girl, who she used to be friends with in highschool, and then finally chris, who took her virginity from a guy.

baby is from @stvrnioloslvt ‘s hockeyplayer!matt au!!! baby and honey are close friends!!!

i love honey with my whole heart <3 and then there's chris. u guys dont gotta worry ab that yet tho for a little bit.

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[makethosenarratorsfight]

UNRELIABLE NARRATORS; SIDE C

Holden Caulfield Propaganda (TW; referenced suicidal thoughts) :

what do you mean "you're having a mental breakdown" or "you're self sabagoting yourself" or "holden you really got to stop talking about killing yourself." phony.

Nick Carraway Propaganda:

Nick describes himself as being “one of the few honest people I have ever known.” His need to describe himself this way makes the reader question how much Nick can actually be trusted. (Not all that much...remember that he has been dating several girls in Minnesota potentially at the same time? And he's also unreliable because of his fondness for Gatsby, which is contrasted by his clear distaste for the other characters in the book. He sees Gatsby as a symbol of hope, which makes his perspective biased.)

Biased in favor of Gatsby (gay)

Minimises Gatsby's shittyness bc he's in love with him. Minimises his own part in events that lead to Gatsby's death. Cheating is fine if you are really really in love??

He starts the book by saying he’s unbiased but is biased throughout the whole thing. He spends the book continually judging his cousins husband Tom but excuses when his friend Gatsby does the exact same things. He describes Gatsby as different from the other rich people around him, but Gatsby does the same stuff everyone else is (to an arguably worse degree).

[fitzyshusband]

So I recently came home to find a lovely package of bsd Volume 11. It single handedly is my favourite volume of all time, asides from around 3/4 to 10 (aka Guild Arc). The obvious reason is, well Fitzgerald: my name isn't Fitzyshusband for nothing.

To nobody's surprise, this is my Fitzgerald Ramble: (I've decided to add images between like each convo so you don't have to feel overwhelmed with so many words)

(Apologies if there's any spelling errors I've not proof read this...yet)

Were going to name the chapters 'Fitzgerald's rising' collectively because that's the name of the Anime episode (I watched the anime first before reading the manga). One thing the anime fails to accomplish is establish a deep personality and completed story for Fitzgerald. I noticed there was so many more little convosations and scenes in the manga that the anime took out that quite frankly should've stayed in. I know budget wise and from a business stand point nobody really wants to see Fitzgerald they're more focused on the major characters such as Atushi, Aktagawa, Ranpo, Fyodor, tw Dazai, Chuuya because those are the fandom Favourite (not mine personally, asides from Fyodor and ranpo, but I can see why they're liked so much).

What is so good about Fitzgerald rising is that it draws in so much from The Great Gatsby that it stimulates my brain and makes me giggle and kick my feet and feel overwhelmingly happy emotions. I haven't really looked into many of the other characters but I do believe that Fitzgerald is one of the only characters that has his book referenced so much in a way that you have to actually be aware of the plot of the Great Gatsby to know.

To briefly summarise the plot of The Great Gatsby, Nick caraway is the cousin of Daisy who is married to Tom Buchanan. Nick moves in beside a truely amazing house and meets the owner Jay Gatsby. Gatsby and Daisy are past lovers, because Gatsby has to go off Daisy ended up being with Tom. Gatsby got all his wealth and everything he has to win Daisy's love and attention, to which he does before she caves in and decides she should stay with Tom. This all ends in Gatsby dying (murder) and showing that nobody asides from Nick actually cared about him.

I'm bad at explaining so I hope that this somewhat helped.

Now, onto the symbolism with Fitzgeralds Rising.

First of all, T.J Eckleburg is a character in the Great Gatsby. His name is on a billboard with two peeping eyes, owning the 'eyes of god'. In BSD, It's Tom Buchanan who owns Eyes of God and Eckleburg is merely the enjineerer behind it. I like that Tom Buchanan is seen as an asshole and horrible man in bsd because he definitely is in The Greag Gatsby. I'm also glad that Tom Buchanan meets his demise to Fitzgerald (Gatsby) because its the opposite of what happens in the actual book.

I'm not the only one to agree that Fitzgerald is the only character deserving of the book that everyone is like hunting for. Not only is his reasoning family orientated but he shows signs of caring for others, despite John Steinback saying he doesn't care. I think there is a darker side to Fitzgerald, this would be in line with the Authors life as a whole; raging alcoholic with a very messy life, often making a fool of himself and evenchually dying alone. I don't believe this should be an outcome for BSD Fitzgerald because I think I wouldn't be able to recover mentally, but I do enjoy the idea that Fitzgerald is alone.

It sounds twisted but from a character development stand point its such a good concept. This man that is Extroverted, known to be very big and have all this wealth; a lovely wife, so many good things that most people don't have, but deep inside he has this lingering loneliness. This is so apparent because although he is surrounded by so many people his more impactful scenes are one on one or one on two. Francis V Atushi when he walked in on Francis Phone call, it has such a big impact because it gave us his motivation to why he does everything he has.

Fitzgerald rising is very much him one on one with other people, we see more of him and he's such a like cool character. His friendship with Louisa ,though people assume is very One sided, is so much more than what people assume. Fitzgerald recognises Louisa's intelligence, he gives her the space she needs to use it and although she obediently does as he says she's so happy doing it. He knows this, otherwise he would value her so much. One detail I overlooked until I read the manga was Louise's ability. It isn't one that enhances her intelligence, its one that slows down time. Her plans are all based on what she knows and her predictions are always right.

Louisa is on par with Ranpo and because she is so overlooked people fail recognise this.

Fitzgeralds rising is the recognition that Fitzgerald holds people he cares for so highly that you could argue he values others more than himself. Everything he does is for other people, something Gatbsy always did, and to simply call him a character that lacks connections with others is a clear mischaracterisation.

Don't get me wrong, this can be countered with Lucy easily. He dropped her almost instantly and even says that Fitzgerald can discard people easily, yet she still got to stay working for Francis until she betrayed him. Only then does he fully discard her. He knows that everyone has a purpose and he helps them find it, he's had Louisa by his side so it's no doubt that she's been able to research all this and tell Francis what people are good for and he does exactly that.

He gives people purpose.

Fitzgerald rising makes me yearn for more Fitzgerald content, which we do get in the form of Francis vs Nathaniel and Atushi seeking help from Fitzgerald, sure he guild trips Atushi into agreeing to get Yosano to heal Margaret because she's the only person to stop Nathaniel. Yet, his actions comes from a place of protection.

To make me love Fitzgerald and BSD even more would be adding Nick Carraway and Earnest Hemingway because quite frankly I would explode and die and cry and giggle and sob and go absolutely crazy. There's so much to explore with these two potential characters, Nick being someone who admires Francis and can be hired into the new guild and Earnest being a counter to Francis, the potential is endless.

I would expect that if they chose to add Nick, then Fitzgerald would be meeting his end: going off The Great Gatsby.

If they chose to add Hemingway, then I would expect that he would either be just another person wanting him dead. He would probably be teaming up with John Steinbeck to expose Francis. This would introduce us to a darker side of Francis, a side that has only ever been mentioned and not actually seen.

There's so much more I could talk about, like the wedding ring and the possible theory that Zelda has died or divorced Francis and how that links into Author Fitzgerald. The relationship between Fitzgerald and Hemingway that has hints of homosexual feelings: Who would be the Daisy equivalent because Tom Buchanan is a Canon character to BSD, T.J Eckleburgs role beyond just being someone Fitzgerald saved.

However, I have a tenancy to ramble so much nobody can even recognise or remember what I started of saying in the first place. Therefore, I will leave it here.

My final words: Fitzgerald needs more recognition and to be seen beyond funny money man.

[kage-no-sonzai]

Sad shit below the cut (tw: loss of family member)

This is the guy I miss. Before the dementia made you forget me.

I like to think I was still there, in your memories, even if you didn't always know who I was. And I like to think that when I went to see you, you recognised someone you loved, even if you didn't know my name.

You'll always be in my memories. As the man who raised, nurtured, and loved me.

I will always remember you taking me to McDonalds on Wednesdays, and nicking my chips. I will remember how me and my cousin used to pop our heads out the sunroof of your car when you were driving down country roads. I will remember you taking me swimming every Tuesday, rewarding us with a chip butty after. I will remember you picking me up from school when my Dad didn't. I will remember yours was the house I got my first set of keys to. I will remember how you were the one to nurture me in my speech therapy, but never weaponised it. I will remember walking around town with you, going to Wilko, and fixing the weight of the pick and mix so it was cheaper. I will remember you teaching me army songs, I still remember them.

I will remember that you always used to call me your 'diamond'.

And I will never forgive the disease that got you, and took you away from us before we were ready to let you go.

I love you to pieces and always will 💕 I love you grandad. Rest in Peace 💕 I hope you're not confused and in pain anymore.

[oftatteredwings]

⸻  NICK ROBINSON. HE/THEY / have you ever heard of RADIOACTIVE by imagine dragons, well, it describes EVAN PHILLIPS to a tee! the twenty-eight year old, and BARTENDER AT THE WOLFE’S DEN was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say HE/THEY is/are more quick-tempered or more BROADMINDED instead? anyway, they remind me of a fresh start, running away from almost everything, tobacco stained nails, an honest smile and scuffed up timberland boots, maybe you’ll bump into them soon! 

time in notting hill ; 9 years.

tw: body dysmorphic disorder, alcohol abuse, violence, enbyphobia

ABOUT.

Name: Richard Evan Phillips Age: Thirty-eight Date of Birth: 10th May 1995 Birthplace: Mayfair, London, UK Occupation: Bartender at the Wolfe’s Den Romantic/sexual orientation: Biromantic/bisexual

Evan, or Richard as he was known then, was brought up in London’s Mayfair to a family that had more money than they knew what to do with. Every single one of the Phillips children was spoiled beyond belief, growing up thinking that they could have whatever they wanted. It didn’t make for the most polite of people.

High school age meant Eton and the point in Evan’s life where they began to start questioning things about themselves. They didn’t feel entirely comfortable in their skin, but the place they were living now probably wasn’t the best place to voice that.

So instead, he acted out, became callous and cruel, developed quite the attitude —- something he had very much picked up from his father. He used his money for absolutely everything and as a way to get ahead in life.

In the end it didn’t work, it wasn’t the person that Evan wanted to be, so instead they began to focus on their school work.

By the time he reached sixteen, he’d found a new passion: partying. Okay, not exactly partying, more drinking himself into  oblivion. He would be left unconscious ( as good as dead ) by friends, who didn’t care for him, only for his money. It was no life, not really. He drank to forget, to curb the confusing thoughts swimming around in his head.

Their destructive behaviour continued on over a couple of years. Word getting back to their teachers, senior staff and his parents, trouble following them absolutely everywhere.

Things got out of hand shortly after that and nights out ended up violent. His friend was caught up in a lot of unsavoury stuff and Evan found themselves in a mess, the police knocking on his family home’s door. Shortly after that his parents began to pull away, there was talk of his trust fun being cut off.

During the Easter holidays that followed, they made the choice to speak to their family about some of the thoughts they’d been having while away, the confusion about their gender that seemed to be taking over. Rather quickly they were shut down, both of Evan’s parents keen to move the subject on. There was no support there.

By summer an incident and a major misunderstanding during a night out left him with someone else's blood on his hands. He was kicked out of Eton, his was kicked out of his home, trust fund taken away entirely. For his father this was the perfect excuse to get rid of the child who went against everything that he believe in. Quite simply, Evan was no longer wanted.

For a short while they lived from couch to couch before eventually settling down in their cousin, Andy’s place, very gradually making a new life for themselves. They’ve been in Notting Hill ever since.

There is still a small part of him that screams spoilt rich kid, but he is trying to break away from that, to really discover who he is —- something that finally seems to be working now he’s twenty-eight.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

- siblings (0/4). - cousin who took evan in. ( andy imanuel. ) - roommate. ( rory conor. ) - close friends. - old school friends from eton. - exes.

[a-poets-victim]

I'm Gonna Be Famous - K R-P

(TW: Suicidal Ideation, Past SA, Past COCSA, Mention of Addiction, Mention of Self-Harm)

I’m gonna be famous

That’s what I always told myself as a child. I used to want to be famous. I thought it would be just like the actors in the movies I watched growing up. Now that I’m 15, I couldn’t think of anything worse. Being the centre of attention. It scared me. More than life. More than death. I’ve become compliant with being a shadow. I suppose I sort of just lost my spark. I don’t feel it anymore. I don’t feel much of anything anymore.

I’m gonna be famous

I’m turning 16 in a few months. When I was 12, I told myself that if I wasn’t dead before 16, I’d be a failure. A pathetic wannabe. A fake. Fake because I didn’t have the guts to kill myself. Fake because I couldn’t go deep enough. Fake because no matter how many times I sobbed about wanting to die and saying I’d kill myself, I never did it. I’m not strong enough. I’m too pathetic to kill myself. How ironic.

I’m gonna be famous

I was 10 when I first cut myself. I don’t remember why. But I remember sitting in bed, crying about something. Probably about him. 10 was one of the hardest ages for me. I was only just starting to realize what happened with my dad. I was 9 when he died, and 10 when I died. But I remember staring in such shock and astonishment at the thin line of red on my right wrist. It was barely anything. Almost a nick. But somehow, I felt proud. Like I found myself for the first time in months. Like cutting was a sport and my first one was a gold medal. The first step up an endless staircase.

I’m gonna be famous

I was 8 when I realized not all kids were touched how I was. When I realized that maybe what was happening wasn’t normal. That I was different. I hated that feeling. The feeling of not being the same as my best friends. He was only a few years older. Grade 4, I think. What I didn’t realize until recently was that he was hurt, too. I blamed him for years. But he didn’t know what he was doing. He was a kid. Like I was.

I’m gonna be famous

I remember I would always talk about how I’m gonna be on TV when I grew up. How I’d be a star. An actor or a singer or whatever I wanted to be. Because I could. Because I was told to dream big. My dreams were crushed when I was 13. Crying in bed about how ugly I was. Then and there I decided no director would hire an ugly boy. A girl. An ugly girl. I was only just becoming a teenager, and I had already felt the pain of heartbreak. Because what I dreamed about for years came crashing down the first time someone called me fat and ugly.

I’m gonna be famous

I was 10 when I had my first cigarette. I threw up. I coughed until the food I ate rose in my throat and shot out. I cried for so long. I cried until I couldn’t. When I was 12, I tried my first drink. Sips from my aunties drink while she wasn’t looking. Stolen shots from my cousins. I don’t drink anymore. I was 13 when I started smoking. The first week, I developed a bad cough. But I couldn’t stop. Because it was cool. Cool to smoke. I developed a bad addiction. Yet, somehow, my mom still doesn’t know. I was 13 when I actually smoked weed for the first time. Just tiny hits from a pen maybe once a month. Now I can’t be sober. I was 14 when I tried psychedelics. I felt euphoric. Like I could do anything. It made me happy. It made me laugh. I didn’t feel all the pain and anguish I usually did. I still do them the minute I get money. 15 years old. I can’t stay sober. I have backups in case I run out because being sober hurts.

I’m gonna be famous

From 10 to 15, I had countless achievements. If I went deeper, I’d just stare in adoration. The more cuts I did in one day, the better I felt. Like maybe I was actually sick and not just pretending. The more days I went without eating, I felt that maybe. Just maybe. I had a real eating disorder. Because no fat person could have an eating disorder. Just disordered eating. My self worth quickly came from how much I could do. How deep I could go. How little food I ate in a day.

I’m gonna be famous

I’m 15. I’m turning 16 in a few months. That’s supposed to be an important age, right? Sweet 16. The age he promised to start accepting me. The age I promised myself I’d be dead by. 4 Months. I turn 16 in 4 months. I used to tell my mom how I’d be on TV. How I was gong to be famous. She seemed so proud. So proud that her little girl had such a beautiful spark. Where did it go. When I see her now, she looks at me with disappointment. Disgust. Embarrassment. Betrayal.

I’m gonna be famous, mom. I hope you see me on TV.

[renegadefearstreet1966]

Twenty Four

credit to gif owner.

Cindy comes to as she slowly sits up, breathing heavily as she looks around. The possessed killers are gone as the bodies of her girlfriend and sister capture her attention.

That was July 19, 1978. Five thousand, nine hundred and thirty-seven days ago.

My best friend was dead and so was I.

A panicked Cindy gets on her knees and begins chest compressions on Bunny as Ziggy layed there lifeless, bleeding out the rest of the way...

...Dead.

"Come on, come... on." She huffs. "You...can't...leave...me. You have a daughter. If you won't live for me, live for her. She...needs...her...mother."

Nick ran up to Ziggy as he ignored Cindy and performed compressions on her but there was no use, considering that she died. He curses to himself as he hung his head low. Bunny, however, started breathing although it was faint.

Most days I wish I'd stay dead.

Suddenly Bunny begin coughing and gasping for air before panicking. Blood soaked her white tank top as well as her blue jean shorts. Cindy holds her hands over Bunny's wounds, trying to stop the blood from pouring out.

...

"Wait. Wait, you're Bunny?"

An expressionless Amelia stared at a wall, almost as if she were about to break down. She continued telling the story of how she survived.

...

The female laid atop gurney, tired and weak from the night she had. She looked up and saw Cindy and Nick, but not Ziggy as Bunny feared something bad happened to the red head.

"Z--Ziggy, where is she?" Bunny croaked out weakly before looking toward the body next to her.

"She's... She's dead, Bunny." Cindy speaks, tears pouring from her eyes as she gazes into hers.

"Cin.. Cindy, that can't be! She was fine, and now you're telling me she's suddenly dead?"

Cindy nodded, lowering her head and sobbed. Bunny didn't know what to feel at the moment, knowing she is bleeding between the packaged wounds. Tears forced their way out making you wail in the process before a sheriff approached the tw females. Bunny leaned her head against the headrest, staring at the sky above. The officer snapped his fingers, exhaling before grabbing ahold of his belt.

"Hey, what's your name? Look at me. What's your name?"

Bunny gasps, barely keeping eye contact with the male.

"Bunny," She replies in a weak tone.

"It's Amelia. Her real name Amelia Slater."

"Where's Zig... Chris... Where's Christine?" You asked.

The offer stepped to the side as you got the view of your deceased friend lying lifeless on a stretcher as well. A coroner covers her face with a sheet before wheeling her towards a vehicle while you watched on helplessly, wishing she would have gone back and saved her.

Ziggy... my best friend she died for nothing. She should still be here with us, however, she isn't.

I told everyone the story of how she died. The story I just told you.

And no one believed me.

...

Deena and Josh looked at each other, Angelica had tears welling up in her eyes, taking a glance at the Johnson siblings.

"And Nick?" Deena asked.

"Besides being Angelica's father, he..." Amelia trailed off.

...

"It was her. Sarah Fier, the witch. The curse, it's... it's real."

Nick peered down at Amelia, his face blank with a serious stare as it almost made the Slater sister uncomfortable.

I thought he was different. I thought he would believe me for the sake of our daughter.

But Nick had a destiny a destiny in this town. And you don't become sheriff talking about ghost stories.

I couldn't see him again. Not after that.

And Cindy? Well, we had trauma to live with, however, she became a legal guardian for Angelica. We got married in 1988, and built a life even though we both were terrified those monsters... my brother would come after us.

My cousin, Caroline, was amongst the victims killed in Camp Nightwing. She was only nineteen-years-old at the time of her death, and she never believed me.

And I never got to say goodbye.

The paramedics loaded Bunny into the ambulance as Cindy followed, lying and stating that they were cousins.

The witch... The town curse...

For one night, Cindy and Ziggy believed that there was a way to end it. So I thought there was too. But I know... there is no end.

Once at the hospital, Amelia had to get surgery since her knee was broken and the bone was sticking straight out, she was stabbed four times by Ruby Lane and three times by glass shards -- one in her hand, leg and side, and had her leg broken by so she's pretty messed up. The doctors put Amelia on strong pain meds so she is comfortable as she later regained consciousness, looking around and began to panic.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm here." A voice spoke.

Amelia glanced over at Cindy, making eye contact with her. "Cindy?"

"You're okay."

"Where am I?"

"The hospital. We did it. We survived."

"Holy shit, we did?"

"Yeah,"

Amelia looked at her body, a brace secured around her knee as multiple bandages sealed her stab wounds including her palm. She weakly extended her arm out as Cindy grabbed her hand firmly, limping toward the bed.

"I love you,"

"I love you too,"

Cindy had a bandage on her chin where the ax had cut her, and had a slight limp from falling but other than that, she was okay. Bunny brought her onto her bed and began sobbing. She joined, crying into Amelia's gown. There wasn't much said, staying in the same spot before Cindy remembered something. She sat up and wiped the tears away, her big blue eyes stared back at her.

"Your daughter will be here soon. I called your aunt while you were in surgery, and although she wasn't too thrilled, although she decided on bringing Angelica here, so you can see her again."

Those words made Amelia feel good, knowing that she'll be able to hold her daughter had tears streaming down her face once again but Cindy helped wipe then away, sitting on the bed and making sure she wasn't crushing her broken leg. Amelia told her she was fine, but deep down was scared the killers -- her brother would come back to haunt you once again. But Amelia's racing thoughts stopped when there was a knock on the door, expecting a fist to break through the window and enter to hurt her once again.

However, it was her aunt and daughter. A smile crept up on her, unaware that Cindy had gotten up and laced her fingers together. Amelia's aunt raised a brow, but ignored it and approached the recovering female giving her a hug before handing Angelica to her. She had just turned four months a couple days prior, without her knowledge.

Amelia held her baby in her arms as emotions filled her body, talking to her. She embraced her gently and knew that she was home and had a destiny... to protect her daughter with Cindy Berman.

Later, Cindy had a chance to hold Angelica again as Amelia was asleep. In her dream, Amelia went back the few hours from this morning, running away from her brother as he chased her. Chasing Amelia so much and being stabbed by ruby made her squirm in her sleep as tears began running down Amelia's cheeks. She was scared, fighting back as her body began to hurt. She was stabbed again before dying.

Amelia woke, panicked and gasped for air and looked around her whilst grabbing her side, checking for blood when all she felt was a bandage. She began to sweat profusely as Cindy rushed over, kneeling beside her. She held Angelica in one arm as her other hand grabbed Amelia's, making her look at the Berman sister. Breathing heavily and groaning, she breathed calmly as Amelia started doing the same, eventually calming down from her nightmare.

"Hey, you're alright. It's okay. I got you. I'm not letting you go anytime soon, especially this little one."

Amelia weakly smiled at her, knowing she lived for this and that's what you plan on doing.

[the-thresher-shark]

Meet my fallout ocs!

This is Woliri, from vault 116. Their name is from a language I made and might share more of in the future, but anyways- their name means wealth. Woliri is the oldest of the 3 and the only one who does chems, they generally travel with John Hancock and Nick Valentine as well as a rottweiler named Radio. They are also the one who name Woliwi. Woliri is generally laid back, however when anyone (*cough cough* those cunts in the brotherhood of steel *cough cough*) says anything bad about synths and ghouls they become 110% ready to THROW HANDS. Woliri tends to help others when they can, however it's never really the constant forefront of their mind, unless they are helping ghouls and synths, they see helping those two groups as more important then devoting themselves to helping humans, as, those groups generally are the victims of (*COUGH COUGH* BROTHERHOOD OF STEEL *COUGH COUGH*) needless violence.

This is Wolixi (this name means Wish), the younger sibling of Woliri and a starry eyed hero type. They are the general of the minutemen (in my playthrough of fallout I have been absolutely LOVING the minutemen), and overall a total sweetie. They go out of their way to help anyone they can and often travel with Preston Garvey and a Chocolate Labrador Retriever named Lotus. In all honesty not a lot of writing has gone into Wolixi yet as I've been more focused on the other two, but worry not! They will get their story soon enough.

VAULT 116

Vault 116 was a vault that intended to improve the immune system of humans through selective breeding, regularly, the vault would get a new epidemic, those who recovered quickly would be most likely to be selected to be bred for the next generations, all was going as planned until an ailment spread to the crops, killing them off and leaving the vault without food. Panic set in and Woliwi's parents suggested leaving the vault, as, going to the wastelands sounded better than starving in a hole. They were promptly banished, using what stored supplies they had the vault continued, the residents getting weaker until they saw fit that they cannibalise eachother, seeing this the overseer gave in and the vault was left. Woliri and wolixi mere children, thrown from their homes to an unforgiving hell scape.

Bonus fact: there was a very high german population in the vault so all the people in the vault spoke both german and english!

And here we come to the last of the three, the weird cousin. Woliwi is the youngest of the three, being 8 years younger than Woliri and 6 years younger than Wolixi. Woliwi is only 19 in the events of fallout 4, and in the events of the fallout series they are 28, most descriptions of them will be from the time of the fallout series, but lets get into their history first.

TW, CSA, trafficking, abuse, torture (I have put a note when the trigger warning is over)

Woliwi was born in the wastelands, to vaultie parents. A target was on them from the start. At the age of 5 their parents were slaughtered and the small child was tossed into sex trafficking, or the wasteland equivalent. They escaped at the age of 8 and were taken in by a gang of drifters, at some point during this Woliwi had developed D.I.D, something they didnt realise wasn't normal. The drifters held concerns about the child talking to the people in their head, but it was overall ignored. At the age of 9, Woliwi would meet their cousins, aunt and uncle, through telling stories the group would quickly realise they were related, Woliri then named Woliwi, the name meaning wolf. Woliwi spoke a broken version of german, due to only being taught until the age of 5, so the group taught them to speak more fluently in German. When Woliwi was 11 their family parted from the drifters, offering to bring Woliwi along, which they declined. They would come to regret this. The gang of drifters was killed when they were 12, which they narrowly escaped. They wandered until they came across a church. They would spend the next 3 months being told their D.I.D was nothing more than the devil speaking to them, and they just needed to pray harder. When they acted 'out of line' they were hit and yelled at. They eventually ran away, only to be caught by a group of gunners, who heated scrap metal over a fire and burned their shoulder, the only reason this didnt continue was due to a pack of wolf-dogs and mutts getting involved and saving them. Woliwi would take to traveling alongside the hounds the most constant and loving home they had ever gotten to enjoy.

~end of trigger warning~

Woliwi tends to travel with a colourful bunch, 23 canines most often, however they have been known to travel with Cooper Howard on several occasions, they also tend to bring their doberman Indus along during these times. He puts up with them because they are very useful. When traveling with Cooper, They've grown to like others being there, namely Lucy and Dogmeat.

(Please note, Woliwi's experiences with D.I.D are very heavily based on my own struggle with having it)

Though they consider their alters also travelling partners, so in their eyes, their travelling party is usually a bit bigger.

ALSO EVERYTHING IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE AS THESE ARE BRAND NEW OCS

[easthavenconnections]

JOHNNY WAGNER IS LOOKING FOR HIS OLDER SISTER!

tw: death, illness and alcoholism

OOC: K

Character: Johnny Wagner

Type of Connection: Older Sister

WC Name: UTP Wagner (unless married)

Age Range: 36+

FC Options: Katie McGrath, Alexandra Daddario, UTP

Would you like to be contacted?: Yes

Triggers: death, illness, alcoholism

Connection Description: This is Johnny's older sister. She would be related not only to Johnny Wagner, but Neena Wagner (younger, adopted sister), Nick Wagner (father), Verity Wagner (cousin), Alec Kincaide (cousin), Waverly Erickson (cousin). She was born and raised in East Haven, Vermont. Their father was was professional football player and they had a close knit family. However, in October of 2021 their mother passed away and they weren't told she was sick. Their father became an alcoholic after their mother's death and is now several months sober. A lot of the other background information and current history of the sister is UTP.

[evermoresversion]

BETTY, CONRAD FISHER.

A/N Well, in the end my boy Conrad won to do this fic, thanks to everyone who voted on the poll.

y/n/n: your nick name.

PAIRING Conrad Fisher x Fem!Reader

TW/TAGS Mentions of cheating, angst, fluff at the end, implicit emotional dependency.

SUMMARY The two had been friends for a long time, but then you fell in love with each other starting a relationship. But he had an affair with another girl in the summer, ruining everything.

SONG Betty by Taylor Swift.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN | CONRAD'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

You've been friends with the Fishers for as long as all three of you can remember.

The summers when they go to Cousins you stay in Boston.

You are the only reason Conrad wants to return to Boston as soon as possible.

Although in a couple of summers he managed to convince your parents to go with them to Cousins Beach.

To say that Susannah adored you was an understatement. She loved the idea of you and Conrad ending up together.

While Belly and Jeremiah were closer.

Whereas Jeremiah and Belly were closer, just as you were with Conrad.

You are both the same age so you're both in your twelfth year.

And right at the beginning of the year he confessed his feelings to you.

You, feeling the same as him, decided to start a relationship. Officially as boyfriend and girlfriend.

All went well for the year, at least before summer for him.

He met a girl that summer where you couldn't go with him.

And he had an affair with her.

All summer.

And the funny thing is, the girl's name was Summer.

He didn't know why he had done it, nor why he couldn't stop until he realized that you were waiting for him in Boston.

And he felt like the worst piece of shit in the entire universe. You've always been his best friend, his partner in crime, his everything. And now he was paying you this way.

To say that he felt guilty was an understatement. He felt worse than that. As if he had betrayed you. And in a way he did, he betrayed your trust and what you two had, I mean, you still have.

Because he didn't tell you, at least not at the time.

And the rumors began to fly, reaching the ears of your best friend, Isabelle.

"Hey y/n." she greeted sitting across from you at one of the tables in the cafeteria.

"Hi." you waved, smiling as you waited for your boyfriend.

"There is something I must tell you." her face showed concern and you frowned looking at her.

"Okay, what's up?"

"There's a rumor," she began so that the news would fall on you gently. "but you know that people are so gossipy and they make things up and—"

"Just say it, Belle."

"Conrad had an affair with another girl where he spends the summer." she blurted out quickly with anxiety and nerves invading her body.

"What?" you asked denying with a small smile that gradually faded. "He would never do that to me."

"There's proof of it, sorry I stalked the girl's Instagram a bit and saw pictures she uploaded with him." She took out her phone with the intention of showing you but you denied without looking at the device. "I don't think he knew she was going to upload them."

Your gaze was lost at some fixed point in the cafeteria and when you reacted you took your things.

"I have to do something, see you later, Belle."

"Bye." she said with concern, watching you leave.

At the next recess, he found you in the locker hall. When you noticed his presence, you tried to walk away from him, but he, like the athlete he's always been, managed to catch up with you.

"Hey, are you okay? I didn't see you last break." He looked at you with a small smile, looking for your gaze while you avoided his.

"I already know everything, Conrad." you said just looking at him. The tears you had held back when Isabelle told you began to pool in the corners of your eyes.

"I can explain it." he rushed to say, trying to get closer to you, but you took a step back.

"You betrayed me, Conrad." you pointed it out, a tear coming out of your eye, rolling down your cheek. He denied trying to take you into his arms but once again you got away. "You were the only person who could hurt me and you did."

"y/n please, we can work it out, I—"

"No,I had to find out from other people what you did and not from you." You took a deep breath, looking down. "I don't want to hear from you again, I don't want you to look for me again, you liar." And finishing with that, you walked away from him, feeling your heart oppress in your chest. Just like his.

The next day he expected to see you in the first class of the day, since most of your classes shared them. But he was disappointed to see that you would not arrive.

At the end he looked for Isabelle, he knew that she would know something.

"She changed her classes, Conrad."

Those words were like a bucket of cold water on him.

"What?" he asked in disbelief.

He didn't want to assume anything but it was more than obvious that you had changed your classes for him.

He didn't see you once all day, he didn't know if you had missed classes or if you had been avoiding him. Most likely it was the last option.

In the afternoon when walking home, he passed in front of your house and felt like he couldn't breathe.

The worst thing that he ever did was what he did to you.

He, already being in his room, did not leave there for a long time, thinking about how to return to you.

And then he remembered your birthday party coming up. There he would make his next move.

But doubts began to invade his mind: If he showed up at your party, would you have him? Would you want him? Would you tell him to go fuck himself? Or would you lead him into the garden?

"Fuck." he ran his hands through his hair and then ran them over his face in frustration.

The next day he went to the gym, the same gym you went to with him before everything went wrong.

He knew you'd be there, but he didn't know you'd be with a boy. A boy he had seen before there.

He frowned, looking at you carefully. That boy held your hand when your favorite song started playing through the speakers, making you giggle.

He was betting that not even the guy knew it was your favorite song that was playing.

At a party you were also there with the same guy. Conrad was about to leave, he hated crowds, plus he saw you dance with him. And actually that was the real reason he wanted to leave.

There was a time in the summer when he went straight to the summer house, walking through the streets with his gaze on the cobblestones.

He could only think of you.

But then the other girl parked on the side of the sidewalk he was on, reminding him that he really screwed up, a reminder of his worst intentions.

"Conrad, get in, let's drive." She smiled looking at him still inside the car and he without saying anything got into the car.

Those days turned into nights, he slept next to her almost every night but he dreamed of you all summer long.

Back to the present Conrad was finally in front of the porch of your house.

Music and people's voices could be heard from outside. But still with all the noise he could recognize your laugh.

And that was all it took for him to ring the doorbell.

He had planned it for weeks, but his entire plan was distorted by nerves and anxiety.

He could feel in his stomach how really nervous he was.

He had planned it for weeks but it was finally settling down.

That was the last time he could imagine all the scenarios that could happen with his sudden appearance at your party.

It would be the last time he would dream of what will happen when you see his face again.

All he wants to do is make it all up to you.

So he finally rang the doorbell.

Yes, he just rang the doorbell.

When he was about to back out, you opened the door.

"Will she have me? Will she love me?" Those questions were going through his mind when he saw the surprise on your face.

"Connie..." you murmured looking at him, he still not deciphering what you were thinking or feeling.

"Hey, I..."

"What are you doing here?" you asked closing the door behind you, taking a step closer to him.

He swallowed, unable to speak, but forced himself to.

"That was all a summer thing." he started trying to explain himself as best he could, even though the anxiety was eating him alive. "I'm only seventeen, y/n/n, I don't know anything but I know I miss you."

You got even closer to him, being one step away from you.

Would you kiss him? Would you tell him to go fuck himself?

"You're an idiot." you pronounced looking at him, leaving him confused. "I hope I don't regret this."

"Wha—"

You kissed him. In front of the stupid boy of the gym who was just about to come looking for you.

It was just as he had dreamed.

He took your face in his hands, kissing you softly. And in that moment he promised himself never to disappoint you again.

Once again he would kiss you in that cardigan that he loved so much that you wore because it made you look adorable, according to his words.

You would kiss one more time in his car when you were stopped at a traffic light.

Oh, how he had missed you.

disclaimer ── evermoresversion © 2023.

[st-louis]

tor @ mtl, 02.08.20 | joel is too large for the camera frame

[desertpups]

GET! FUCKED! 😂

[mllx-anazra]

tis the damn season (part.1) 

Here is the Taylor Swift-inspired reader insert fanfiction to hopefully tame the brain rot Eddie Munson has induced since Vol.1 (also posted on Ao3).

TW: smut in later chapters so minors DNI, talk of therapy and trauma in later chapters, Eddie Munson is pinning, so is the reader, mentions of asshole rockstar boyfriends, drugs (the old devil's lettuce), explicit references, reader is a Henderson to make my no Y/N rule easier but is a cousin so hopefully it's ""inclusive"" enough?

Part 1: And it always leads to you, and my hometown 

"Jesus, man, can you drive any slower? We're late already!" Dustin pestered for what felt like the hundredth time in the short time he, Wheeler, and Sinclair pretty much begged Eddie to drive them to the other side of town to help you move in. 

            His curiosity got the better of him, and he not only adjourned the DnD meeting of today but agreed to drop the freshmen on your doorstep, hoping to understand why the hell you were back in Hawkins two years after your graduation. 

            The golden child, all straight A's, bouncy hair and toothy grins, bedazzled acoustic guitar, and the flare of the next Stevie Nicks, had made it out of bumfuck Indiana through a contract with a fancy Californian label, like some kind of modern fairytale. And yet, as the fall of 85 was settling slowly and surely in this small town, Eddie grew to see as his personal hell, you were coming back, settling back in your parents' small old house not too far from the trailer park, for no understandable reason.

            "Remind me again why the fuck is your cousin settling here again?" the metalhead glanced at his rear mirror, catching Dustin's impatient gaze. 

            "I don't know, something about a job and taking a break from the label or some shit. C'mon, man, it's the SEVENTH red light we have gotten in the past five minutes; for the love of CHRIST, could you speed up!!"

            "Calm the fuck down, Henderson and get a grip, jeez; little miss sunshine can wait five minutes for us to move her couch or whatever."

            "Steve is probably there already!" the teen whined. "I wanted to be the first to see her!". 

            At the mention of Steve "The Hair" Harrington, Eddie felt a pang in his belly, immediately remembering the chaste kiss he had seen you exchange with the King of Hawkins during your sophomore year winter dance on Toto, where he had been dying to ask you out. He mentally scoffed at the memory; pretty girls like you frenched and held hands with pretty boys like Harrington, while guys like him, well… Were at best dirty little secrets. 

Which is whatever the fuck you could call the first, and in your case last, senior year, you spent in dark corners branding him with scalding lips that tasted like cherry chapstick. After a too-drunk encounter at a Halloween party in 1983, where you had sloppily told him, "Today we're all allowed to be freaks, Munson," and kissed him like there was no tomorrow, you had both sought each other out for the months until your graduation. Official tutoring lessons where you'd wear the shortest preppiest skirts to drive him crazy and jam sessions to "exchange creative ideas" were just excuses to fool around like the horny teenagers you had been. And God, if you were not one little devil behind all your good girl skit. Eddie fought to not get too lost in the raunchiest memory of your skin against his, lips nipping and kissing every crevice of each other's bodies in his van, your car, his trailer, your childhood bedroom, the school's bleachers, empty English classrooms and study halls at the library, Lovers' Lake shores, the movies…

            How the hell was he supposed to make small talk with you after two years without so much as a call or letter? Oh, the cruel torture of politeness with a woman who rocked his world and that he still had trouble shaking off, dropping your cousin and his friends at your door when the only thing he wanted was to drop was his knees and see for himself if you tasted like he remembered. 

            "Turn left on that corner!" supplied Dustin, after five minutes of bickering with Mike and Lucas about the following steps to best approach the brutal campaign Eddie had set up for them. 

            "I know where the house is, deep shit."

            "How?" pressed Wheeler, eyebrows furrowed. Fuck, pestering reporter genes might run in the family. Nancy had provided the same inquisitive tone after Eddie had agreed to drive the kids rather than her at the school parking lot thirty minutes ago. 

            "Because the trailer park is really close to this neighborhood, and I've lived on this hellhole my entire life?" the mere fact he had to justify himself made him pissed off. 

            "There, there, stop the car!!" Dustin excitedly screamed, unfastening his seatbelt and bolting out of the van to jog his way to your front stairs. 

And there you were, dropping the box you were holding to immediately hug your cousin, gushing over his growth, matching dimples on both of your faces. 

            Were you a sight for sore eyes, all long summer dress and silky shawl, skin radiant and smile beaming, sunglasses pushed back on your forehead, and bracelet clicking as you embraced Lucas and Mike once Dustin had let you go. 

Psyching himself up, Eddie summoned his coolest demeanor as he locked the van and strutted towards your porch. Your look of initial confusion morphed to a wide grin, almost feral, making him weak in the knees. 

            "Do my eyes deceive me, or is this you, Munson?" amusement laced your voice, making his heart jackhammer in his ribcage. Same timber, warmth, and spice characterizing your voice after all this time. 

            "All metal and denim, sunshine." God, he hated how easily the nickname rolled off his tongue, electing strange looks amongst the boys and a glint in your eyes he had thought of so often. 

Before you could quip further or embrace him (fuck did you still use the same perfume and conditioner, he needed to know), Steve fucking Harrington interrupted your reunion:

            "Now that you cruds are finally here, come help us set the couch, it's super heavy. Oh, hey, Munson."

He was still wearing his Family Video vest, literally having come here from his workplace to help you settle, Eddie interpreting this as an eagerness that immediately gritted his nerves. It was no secret that Steve had chased you before he set his sights on Nancy and did not shy away from what could be qualified as grand romantic gestures to win you over. 

            "Jeez, Steve, let them grab a drink first it's so freaking warm today. C'mon in, there is a lemonade cooling in the kitchen, help yourselves. You know the house!"

The teens skited towards the entrance of your modest but coquettish home, Eddie leisurely strolling up the stairs to meet you on the last step. 

            "Long time no see, Henderson. Looking good." Smooth, Munson, keep it smooth. 

            "You tell me, Eddie." A shiver ran up his spine at the way your plump lips curled around the syllables of his name. "Are you converting my kids to your satanic cult through the impenetrable ways of DnD?"

He smiled at your teasing. 

            "They say it's better to get them young when they're more influenceable."

You chuckled, a side smirk still firmly planted on your face. 

            "Well, be my guest, Dungeon Master (his knees buckling again); I have a beer in the cooler if you prefer."

            "Hey, why does he get beer and I don't?" Steve indignantly called out, apparently shamelessly eavesdropping on your conversation.  

            "Because, unlike you, he is turning 21, and you're supposed to be a role model for the kids or something", you retorted, slightly exasperated. 

The guffaws the boys made at the implication were enough to bring a delicate warmth to your gaze as you guided Eddie through your corridor towards your kitchen. Fleetwood Mac was blasting in the living room, and his fingers couldn't help but tap in rhythm, reminiscing how you would let it play in the background of your study make-out sessions. 

He followed and pretended to look at your walls interestingly as if he had not slammed you there several times while driving you back home after school. 

"Cool house, Henderson." He supplied, prompting you to look back at him, eyebrow raised, as if your mind had joined his. 

The boys were gathered around your small kitchen island (another fun memory), sipping on your lemonade as you fetched too cooled beers in your ice box. Steve's grumbling only intensified when he figured out the second can was for your sake and not his, prompting you to bonk his head with it. 

Eddie tried not to envy the easiness with which Steve and you seemed to interact, probably already caught up with each other's lives as it was.  

            "So," Lucas started after a very loud sip, "what brings you back to Hawkins after this time?"

            "Seeing my favorite people on Earth is not a good reason enough, Sinclair?" you said while leaning on the counter, hands joined. Eddie thought he recognized a glint on one of your fingers. Did you keep… 

            The unimpressed looks on your audience made you fake gasp loudly. 

            "Fine, FINE!" you huffed. You mulled over your response for a second, eyes adrift. "I was in the studio when I heard about the Starcourt fire. I was so scared that something might have happened to any of you… I don't know; it freaked me out. So many weird things have happened in Hawkins these past few years I feel like…."

            Fiddling with your rings, including the one Eddie gifted you after your marveled at his a few weeks before you left, you didn't register the looks the kids and Steve exchanged. 

            "Also, I need field experience for my college credits, and Hawkins High has been looking for a part-time librarian and teaching assistant since Mrs. Sinema retired."

            "Why the hell you're going to college for? You work", Mike said, disdain clear in his voice. Damn, did Wheeler know damn well how to be annoying when he wanted to.

            "Yeah, well, working sucks Mikey, so I'm going back to school," you chuckled. 

            "Don't ruin it for all of us, Henderson. Some are trying to graduate this year", Eddie quipped, gulping down his drink. 

            "Are you now Munson? Who will lead your hordes of satanic minions in your absence?"

Mirth was evident in your tone, but Dustin clearly missed it. 

            "Hellfire is a Dungeons and Dragons CLUB!! Not a satanic cult??? Are you getting your talking points from Jason Carver or something??"

            "Jeez, Dusty, can't a girl crack a joke? I know what DnD is, it's all you nerds yap about. Also, ew, is Jason Carver still preaching his choir at school?"

            "You have no idea…." Mike mumbled. 

            "He's not that bad, guys," Lucas started, prompting a chorus of groans from his club. 

            "He is incredibly entitled and a terrible basketball captain, in my humble opinion," offered Steve, eyeing your still untouched beer. 

            "Moh, salty about the person occupying the throne you vacated, King Steve?" Eddie snarked with perhaps a bit too much gusto. 

The look Steve threw him, a mixture of "who the fuck are you again" confusion and "why are we interacting" that cheerleaders would throw his way, made the metalhead's stomach drop a little. 

            "Maybe I don't miss high school all that much," you hummed, finally sipping on your drink. 

            "Well, we sure did miss you," concluded Dustin, hugging your side as you smiled at him brightly, squeezing him back. 

            "You might less after moving my furniture, Dustibun." 

The boys collectively groaned as you jumped back into action, your cousin and his friends making their way to the large trailer attached to your car outside. Eddie lingered, chugging the remanent of his beer. 

            "You don't have to help Munson, I didn't expect you here," you offered, and was it a twinge of nervousness he could hear in your voice? Oh, that was interesting. 

            "Always here if you need a hand, Henderson." You caught the suggestive wiggling of his fingers, rolled your eyes, and pushed him towards your front door. He did notice the blush tinging your cheeks. 

            After what felt like hours of moving boxes – how much shit could you bring back into your semi-empty childhood home was truly baffling –the sun was starting to dim significantly. 

            "All right, y'all, thank you all so much for your help, but I'm afraid it's time to scram if you want to be back home before dinner!".

            "You're still coming over, right?" asked Dustin as he polished the last gulps of the lukewarm lemonade on your counter, much to Steve's dismay. 

You nodded enthusiastically and hushed them all to the door. Your hand might have lingered one second too long on Eddie's small back, electing delicious sparks up his spine. You had both danced around each other lightly all afternoon, both sides trying to figure the other out without being too suspicious. It was a skill you had mastered with all these months of sneaking around, for what must feel like a lifetime ago to you, shining bright on stage yet coming back to grace Hawkins with your smile once again. 

Eddie nodded at the tall boxes carefully placed still in the large trailer outside, knowing they probably contained your music gear, before inquiring, "You're not putting them inside? Careful, they might get taken."

            "You fancy my bedazzled folk guitar, Munson?"

            "Depends. Is your name still engraved on the fretboard?" Are my initials still carved on the back of the neck? He was dying to whisper to you. 

The laugh that accompanied the slight push you gave him was enough for now. 

            "Alright, Sinclair, Wheeler, in the backseat. You Hendersons will be okay?" asked Steve, hands on his hips. Since when did Harrington exude this motherly energy, Eddie wondered.  

            "Yeah, I will just detach the trailer and lock it, we should be good."

            "I could drive you."

Eddie had blurted out too fast for his brain to register, the idea of parting from you so soon making his heart lurch. 

You and Dustin looked at him quizzically; "The trailer park is literally down the road, my house is on the other side of town," the younger Henderson supplied. 

            "Rule number one of Hellfire, mini-Henderson; you treat fair maidens gracefully, especially returning ones." He cringe internally, his panicked state at losing his cool making him sound like a grade A nerd. 

            "I thought the first rule was listening to the Dungeon Master," quipped Wheeler as he settled in Steve's car. Oh, he was gonna make Mike lose during the next campaign if the kid did not watch his tone. 

            "Thanks for the offer, Eddie, but I'll need to drive back here anyways, so I'll take my car."

            "Let me help you with the trailer, at least." He thought he heard Harrington mutter along the lines of "since when is Munson that willingly helpful." 

How Eddie hoped the genuine smile you threw him was unique and your lingering gaze not a cruel fabrication of his imagination. 

You hugged the kids and Steve goodbye, dress flowing prettily as you turned back to him and embraced him softly. And yes, your laundry still smelled the same, sweet as lavender and soapy, but with a newer distinctive scent, he could quite not pinpoint. Will need to sniff again, supplied his brain. He wanted to slap the creeper out of himself so hard. 

            "Nice seeing you again, Munson," you whispered in his ear, making him shiver and ache for you only further. The speed with which you could worm yourself back into his body and spirit was frankly concerning, he will ponder later, screaming in his pillow back at the trailer. 

            "You too, sunshine." He brushed his finger along the thin silvery band adorned with a skull on your middle finger. Telling you, he did notice how you kept it. Did remember – how could he ever forget you –. 

            You hopped into your car and honked goodbye as the hopeless metalhead watched you drive away, butterflies swarming in his guts, before the stunned look on Steve's face reminded him of hopping back into his vehicle. 

            Eddie Munson was royally fucked, but so incredibly eager about it if you were the reason. "This really is my year," he muttered to himself as he fished out a mixtape long buried in his glove box, "songs we will fuck to" scribbled on the label with your pink sharpie, the ink fading making the hearts and dick you drew almost transparent. As Eddie drove back to his home, Led Zeppelin blasting in his speakers, all he could hear was the blood drumming in his ears, in time with his pounding heart. God, he had it bad.