#ulri

[masakousuke]

It's my birthday tomorrow

And Hasekura's

By tomorrow I mean in three hours and thirty minutes for me.

[pridewhatpride]

One day I'll be good enough to make art that is worth looking at...

I just need to stop being this depressed and bitter about my inability to do anything good now.

Somehow it's going to be okay, maybe.

[pastelfates]

@historias-multorum

◌・❀➵ "Isn't it rude to break into someone's house~?" a voice whispers into the ear of the other as the dragon of greed looms over, usually he'd just wait to see what mortals would attempt. Whether they treated his abode as a chest to be plundered or a mystery to be solved, and while this case is an exception, its not from a piqued interest. His granddaughter is asleep, and it'd be rude if this mortal's useless pillaging awoke her.

[gemcried]

[kouslut]

Kousuke didn't need to check on the crowd that had formed around the door to their meeting room to know that a sizeable portion of the attendees had already arrived. They were being quite loud, after all, getting the first round of greetings going, all acting pleased and excited to be on the team, all smiling and chatting away. The knowledge that he'd have normally already been in the mix, that he'd have been the first one to act overly friendly to some complete stranger he'd have called a friend for the sake of setting a good mood for everyone, was a rather strange one to have weighting on his mind. He could hear it, the laughter, the chatter, the nothings being thrown around, the pleasantries and straight up lies. He found that part of him was aching to stroll up to the group and bask in the admiring looks. The other part of him, the one he could have very well referred to as the sane one, was quite happy where it was.

It made sense. It wasn't like he was being antisocial, after all: he'd started mingling already, if only not in the usual way. There would have been plenty of time to get properly acquainted with everyone on the cast and crew- he could pass, for once, on doing his best to ensure he was the most likeable from the very start. He'd take his spotlight in due time. For the moment being, he certainly didn't regret having made the choice to pass that time he had before showtime would start with Masahiro. He was the co-star. Kousuke was hardly skipping out on his job, though maybe he hadn't made that choice with that in mind, to start with.

Watching the boy, listening to his first gasp of awe at the first hint of the magnitude of what he'd just gotten himself caught up in, it imbued him with a peculiar sense of peace, and a pull to somehow be a proper guide and make himself useful. Maybe he just reminded him of Ken, his younger brother. Maybe he just reminded him of himself, from a time his mind couldn't quite bring to the forefront of his memories.

It was a sizeable group, indeed. One that would have intimidated just about anyone who hadn't been expecting to see that many people- or anyone who was going to have to make a show of his abilities in front of all of them as their first test. He admittedly felt for Masahiro, in that sense. But he'd been on board with his casting from the start, if only for silly reasons, and, regardless of how things would play out, he wasn't going to let anyone leave the briefing with the impression that any of that had been a mistake. It would have been a personal and professional failing, one he wouldn't have tolerated of himself. It would have maybe left him feeling rather bad, too.

With a soft smile, and his can of coffee properly settled in his hands to warm his cold fingers, he positioned himself to the boy's side, and answered his rhetorical question. "Seems like way too many, doesn't it?" he started, chuckling. "But we really do just have everyone who is a recurring character and representatives from all departments involved in the production. It's about what you'd expect from a high-budget drama, yes." Tilting his head towards the other, he added what he thought could feel like reassurance. "Most have seen one another in passing, or have worked together before- or even only know others by fame," he explained quietly. Then he put a hand on the other's shoulder to lead him towards the group as he himself headed there. "But you're hardly a stranger yourself, no? You can claim to know me."

The crowd took no time at all to notice them- rather, someone did, and called out his name, and caused everyone to turn and look. As nice as it might have been to even think that the reason behind that was that his fame had grown to the point that even just his name was enough to make entire... hallways fall into reverent silence, the reason why everyone stopped and stared was-

"Kou!"

The fact that the person calling was possibly the loudest one to ever walk the poor face of the planet. Even still, he could hardly stifle a laugh. Something told him that actually keeping a grip on appearances wasn't going to be easy, not with Tsunehito around, of all people.

"Good morning, everyone," Kousuke elected to respond, making his greeting more of a universal one. He wasn't about to ignore all the other people in the room- unlike his friend. "It'll be a pleasure to work with you all." His soon-to-be coworkers were quick and polite to return the pleasantry, to which he only nodded his head in acknowledgement, and smart enough to wait for the insane guy to have had his turn before they tried to make any conversation with him. Good for Masahiro, Tsunehito's presence was going to smoothen tension like a charm. The downside, of course, was that the guy was... well, himself.

"Kou!" Tsunehito repeated, readily jumping towards him to make their duo into a trio and slap Kousuke's back with way more force than would have strictly been necessary. "I was waiting for you, I was sooo afraid you wouldn't show." "Frankly," the man began, letting go of the boy's shoulder at last and lowering his voice to allow himself a little more colour in his tone. "I figured you were going to be late. Did Ayaka kick you out early or did a miracle actually happen?" "Rude!" his friend instantly bit back. And instantly let the dramatics loose, as expected. Really, Tsunehito should have been the actor, between the two of them, since he enjoyed it that much. "I was excited to see you, I'll have you know. I thought you'd be, too. Yet here you are, cheating on me with..."

Tsunehito tilted his head. And finally, finally took proper notice of Masahiro. Unfortunately.

"Is he an actor also? I didn't think you were into-" Kousuke didn't lose a single instant, and shut his friend up with an elbow to his ribs. He doubted anyone saw that- and Tsunehito acted insane enough on his own for his cry to go mostly unnoticed. That and his evident delight despite the violence just enacted upon him. Because of it. Fucking weirdo that he was. And fucking weirdo that he himself was for liking him as much as he did.

"He is, in fact," the man responded with a now irritated smile. "Meet Setagawa Masahiro. He'll be co-starring in the show."

"Ah, still..." he managed to murmur, though his head was spinning with what was about to come.

Everyone was coming, not just main cast and the director, but everyone involved in the production. How many people would that be? How many actors had so much more experience and ability than him would be watching him, wondering how this nobody landed a main role? Would anyone be willing to really give him a chance? Even if he knew this was a role he could play, as the emotions of the audition had come so easy to him, no one else knew what to expect from him. What if he was too polite and rubbed them the wrong way just as he had Kousuke only a few minutes before?

His hands began to shake as the panic bubbled up inside him. Swallowing it down, he forced himself to remain calm and collected to anyone watching him. He reminded himself that he had been cast for a reason, that out of all the young actors that had auditioned for this role, he had gotten it. Obviously there was something he could do, that he had done, that had been right. Taking solace in that, he took in a breath and then let it out with measured slowness.

As he took the bottle that Kousuke offered, he heard a gradual murmuring noise beginning to rise from down the corridor. Looking toward the source, he realized that the rest of the cast and crew was beginning to arrive and congregate inside and outside of a door just down the hall. Masahiro assumed it was the room where they would all be gathering for the first real day of production.

He could do this. It was just a job, after all. Even if it required a lot more social graces than he usually needed, all he had to do was remain polite, professional and willing to do what was asked of him. He was good at that last part especially. Nothing was too demeaning if it meant he could keep a roof over his head and food in his belly.

"It looks like it's a pretty good sized group. Is this normal for a drama?"

He had no way of knowing how many were actors and how many would be working behind the scenes, but as people kept trickling down the hall toward the meeting room, he had to wonder just how big the cast really was. Surely when Kousuke said 'minor roles' he didn't mean all the extras too? But, maybe he just didn't understand how large a cast could be. It wasn't as though he was familiar with what a standard group would even look like. Maybe this was the average group?

"I guess the acting world is smaller than I thought," he heard himself continuing, almost out of awe at what he was watching. "Everyone seems to know each other."

It was already beginning... the feeling of being on the outside looking in. Before he had even been handed his script he was connecting with his character. He laughed, a bit dryly, and thought to himself "Well, Makoto, looks like you and I have our work cut out for us."

[clickbeetle]

a star fell after i jumped from ulri mountain skyview tower. caught this magical unplanned moment.

[sun-aries]

Recall (totk zelink fic)

Sorry for the inactivity ':) spring fever got me down! Thank you to @defaulthousefrau for the request! I hope you like it <3

Link was the first thing she saw.

A blinding light saturated her lidded eyes and as she blinked herself awake, she saw him there: hovering above her, respectfully distant and yet protectively close. Dripping wet and somehow warm, she laid sodden in the tall grass, unable to place herself.

Nothing made sense. Distantly, the last thing she could remember was the heat of the stone, like a lump of coal in her chest, and the cold steel against her collarbone as she embraced the Master Sword. She could remember pleading to him to find her, to somehow know what she'd done and where she'd gone thousands of years in the future.

And yet he'd done it. Not that she doubted he would.

They'd stopped at Lookout Landing first for a goodnights rest before setting off to the heavens and witnessing the departure of her newfound – or perhaps old - friend Mineru. Afterwards, Zelda insisted on stopping by Kakariko to see Impa, if only to ease the old woman's heart, and Link had followed her dutifully.

Through it all, she was different. It showed itself subtly at first - a mispronounced name here, a wrong date there. Every time someone would correct her, Zelda would pause, swallow, and nod with a distracted apology. There were moments where she'd confidently march off in the wrong direction and he'd have to step in and guide her down the right path. And though Link was there every time, he had yet to say anything about it.

Zelda admitted to him previously that she couldn't remember any part of her existence as an immortal dragon, as though she'd been asleep the entire time. It was just as how Link had lost his memories after a century long slumber; an ironic twist of events perhaps, but at this point, they were well aware of how ironic fate could be.

The breaking point was in their cottage in Hateno. Standing in the storage beneath the loft, she frantically foraged through the boxes, getting more flustered by the minute. She couldn't for the life of her remember where she'd placed the lesson plans she'd apparently had stored away. She knelt atop one of the boxes as she reached for the furthest, dustiest crate, inadvertently elbowing a haphazard pot. It rolled down the stacked containers before crashing to the floor with a loud smash. From the kitchen, Link rushed to her side.

Zelda defeatedly slumped into her makeshift seat and placed her head in her hands. His footsteps slowed to a stop beside her, and though she couldn't see him, she felt his presence light up the damp and dingy pantry. "I just-" she took a short shuddering breath, "I don't quite feel like myself anymore." She drew her head from her hands and looked up at him pleadingly. "I feel like I've lost who I am - ever since…" Her words faltered, her eyes wandering away – unwilling to finish that sentence.

Zelda knew what she was giving up when she swallowed that stone. She knew that she'd lose herself, everything that made her her, and that she would most likely never recover her human form. Despite all odds, he'd found and returned her to her true self, but it was not without loss, it appeared. Parts of her were still missing and she'd been trying to find them ever since.

But Link already knew what she meant to say. Silently, he placed his hand before her and she blinked confusedly when it came into view. Her eyes followed his arm up to his face, the unassuming, kind look that seemed everlasting, and he said, "Come. I want to show you something." Without reservation – she'd follow him to the end of the world at this point – she set her hand in his and stood up.

She couldn't say how long they travelled, but the sun had bound across the sky and below the horizon by the time Link pulled his mare to a stop at Ulri Mountain range. The princess followed his lead to the cliffside, shivering a bit as a salty breeze swept through her golden hair, lifting her cloak behind her.

Zelda took his hand once more as he carefully guided her to the spiral in the sea, where a thousand shimmering stars danced across the surface of the water. When they reached flat terrain once more, she noticed something in the sand a bit away from them and dropped his hand to investigate. He followed her.

Kneeling in the sand, she reached her hand out and brushed the petals of the flowers. "Silent Princess's? They're everywhere. What is this place?"

"This is where I found you."

Zelda looked back at him, brows raised, but he was looking up at the sky. The breeze picked up his hair and swept the bangs off his face. "I came back here every day. Sometimes I found you; sometimes I couldn't." Her steady gaze withered, her heart wrenching in her chest when she realized what he meant. "But I always looked for you."

"Link-" She rose to her feet. "I'm sorry."

The hero met her gaze and simply shook his head. There was nothing to apologize for. What she did was braver than anything he'd ever seen. "You're not lost. You've just forgotten."

Her head turned up to the sky, watching the slow glide of the few clouds. "How do I remember?"

Link reached out to his side and pulled out the pad hitched onto his belt. "When I'd lost my memory, it was you that helped me remember. Your pictures." Holding out the pad, he caught the scholar's gaze again. She took it into her hands and curiously looked at the screen.

There were pictures that she hazily remembered taking what felt like decades ago, photos that still hung on the walls of their home. Pictures of Magda working the Floret Sandbar, Chork with his beloved white goats, the Don-Don species, she'd been researching, and more pictures of their adventures together; as she flipped through the gallery, she was quick to realize just how many pictures she'd taken, all of which he'd saved.

Zelda paused and looked up at him, unsure what to say. Instead, he continued, "Now it's my turn to return the favor."

And he did. Not that she doubted he would.

[totkdaily]

Day 59: Tarrey Town

I ride down the hill in sheeting rain to pray at the Spring of Power. The Goddess statue asks for Dinraal's claw because the Mother Goddess Statue in the Forgotten Temple has fallen down - it's a good thing I risked life and limb earlier. 

She gives me a ruby for the claw, and implores me to visit her sisters. In fact, I could return to the Spring of Wisdom now. The weather might be better there. 

It isn't. But the statue gives me a sapphire.

Now, where was that last one? Spring of Courage… is it in Faron, near those dragon ruins? That'll take me a while, if so. 

Where next?

I'm minded to visit Zora's Domain - it feels like I've been circling it for a while. I had planned to go to Tarrey Town though, before I got incredibly distracted. Tarrey Town first. I'll visit Sidon afterwards. 

The Purah Pad takes me back to Ulri Mountain tower. I use it for lift, and land on an island with a flux construct… I should really take those things more seriously. 

Much more seriously.

But I am eventually victorious, and I dive on down to Tarrey Town.

I put on a more respectable outfit than my battle gear, and go looking for Hudson and all the rest of them. 

Fyson is still running the general store - he sells monster extract, which I think I wanted to cook something for the Hateno schoolkids. Pelison works with him now, detaching fused items from one another. I might have some work for him. 

There's a couple of kids running around - Hunnie and Mattison. Mattison's a Gerudo, and with a name like that… did Hudson have a kid?? I should come here more often. 

Kapson is running the inn - I guess he did finally retire from marriage officiant. 

I ask the goddess statue for a heart container. 

There's two elders - Monari and Moggs. Moggs says the town's growth is thanks to President Mudson. Does… does he mean Hudson? Ah, yes - Monari agrees with me. She points me to the construction office across the way. 

Ruli says Hudson's in conflict with Rhondson right now, something about their daughter Mattison - I was right about her! But why are her parents arguing? 

I find the couple at the office - it's got to do with Mattison leaving. 

It takes Rhondson a second to remember me - she thinks I'm here for a dream home, but that service is closed right now anyway. 

I follow Hudson to find out more. Mattison's going to Gerudo Town soon - because she's Gerudo, she can't be around men until she comes of age. Hudson's finding it hard to let go. And in the meantime, they're both so busy. 

I head inside to find Mattison practicing her Gerudo language. She wants everyone here to learn Gerudo too, so she's teaching Granny Monari. I follow her - to find that the real reason she's teaching the language is so Rhondson won't be lonely when she leaves. Oh, kiddo. She wants to help Hudson with his work so he's not so busy, to help him out as well before she goes.

Mattison heads to the railcar to join Hudson at the jobsite - is that what's on the lake shore? I wonder what he's building down there. But some guy called Hagie is extorting everyone for railcar rides. I wonder if I can distract him…

I stick a plank of wood in front of his face so he can't see, and Mattison rides on down. 

Hagie's got a shrine crystal, and he wants 20 rupees to ride the railcar. He took the crystal from the jobsite, and now he wants 100 rupees for it - or at least 80. Clearly hasn't heard the parable of the lion and the wolf. 

Ruli overhears him, and says 50 rupees is more than fair. I'll come back for it at some point. I want to check that Mattison is OK. 

I glide down to the jobsite - and spot a device dispenser! The researcher checking it out, Pulcho, doesn't have a clue what it does. I demonstrate. He says there's another in Kakariko Village - I've seen it - and another at Digdogg Bridge, apparently. 

There's a couple of buildings down here, but it's mostly ruins and Zonai devices. I spot Hudson and Mattison by a balloon.

He's made it for her so she can get to Gerudo Town safely - and he wants to paint it yellow to make it like the sun. He wants ten sundelions to dye the canopy. I've got 29 - he can have some of mine. It takes him the rest of the night to build it.

[pastelfates]

@historias-multorum

◌・❀➵ "This estate has been in my family for centuries that's why it looks rundown." some of his descendants suck at taking care of his lovely manor. Which wasn't his issue until recently.

"I could tell just from looking at that disgusting outfit." now he's a little interested, not a thief and didn't immediately run away when confronted by an Ambrose. "So, what are you? The locals from what I last heard tell tourist not to step foot in here." he'll hold off on kicking this lil intruder out~, Luna was in the attic for her nap so a little noise may be fine.

@pastelfates

"Didn't know anybody actually lived here..." Axel grumbled. The higher ups had asked him to investigate the strange goings on in this town, and it seems they were on to something...

"Look if this is yours I won't steal nothin...." He said flat out. "I'm not a thief if you're worried about that."

[masakousuke]

You know what. Ask me things about Hmh or myself or my art or my fics freely, if you want to. I'll answer and stuff.

Requests are ok also, though they might take time.

[pridewhatpride]

Writing comments isn't easy, no, and it isn't owed either, true. But the people on this post seem to be Christ on the cross, like. Bestie, yeah, "I'm happy getting hits, kudos are already an extra", how little do you think you're worth? Not everyone is happy getting nothing at all out of giving to a fandom- and if the response is no comments at all, the author is gonna think nothing about what they've done is worth remembering or talking about.

Not everyone has to comment, no. And authors don't want to guilt trip people either. But some people write as a way to communicate, and if nobody responds at all, screaming into the void becomes a little tiring.

I'm an artist as well as a writer- if my art gets no comments and only likes, I'm generally okay with it. With writing it's different. With writing it's hating myself because what I've written is meaningless to everyone but me until 3 months later I talk to someone in the fandom and they say they really liked x fic.

And like. Great. That's nice. I'm really happy to hear that. I'm sorry for the months I spent crying over it tho lol. People will write 10k+ words and what they'll get is, at best, the meme where the guy gives a thumbs up and proceeds to ignore the person ejhegdhwhdh

Now, sorry for the incoherent ranting. I'm happy there are people who are satisfied with no comments! Some of us would like to know that even just one person had a single thought about what we spent days writing ^^'

Again, no need to comment on everything. And not everyone needs to always be commenting. But in the same way that comments aren't owed to authors, fanfic isn't owed to you. And it's easy to then complain that your favourite longfic was discontinued when it's too late and the author has already given up on trying to connect with people.

[pastelfates]

◌・❀➵ "Personally, I prefer the greed of humans to any such cake flavor but if I had to choose, I would say Vanilla. What about the rest of you?"

◌・❀➵ "My lawyer has advised me not to answer that question."

◌・❀➵ "Cherry Blossom.." it's the only cake he's tried.

◌・❀➵ "Ice cream cake."

◌・❀➵ "It's not a flavor but an experience! Battery Acid Cake!! You dump all the energy drinks you can find into cheesecake mix with a whole bunch of gummy worms and then once it sets! Delicious!" that is a lie, she cannot taste.

◌・❀➵ "Mana, we need to have a talk."

[three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat]

I swear to god if the batterymobile 2000 doesn't work I'm going to start biting

[flowerbarrel-art]

Even the Yiga gotta try out the latest fashion.

Wish we could make tons of monster statues and have a bigger set. They’re so cool.

Best bois.

My first hovercraft. It worked ok.

(It ran out of power right next to the Korok’s friend, bounced down the cliff and landed upside-down in the hot spring)

Thanks, I know!

Footage of Link getting a photo of King Gleeok.

(Video description: Ulri Skyview Tower on the map is being selected as a destination. Cutting away from the map we see Link is frozen from a blast from one of King Gleeok’s three heads. Tulin asks if Link has to go somewhere, telling him to come back soon and that he’ll keep looking for Zelda. Link teleports away from the battle, still frozen.)

[tainted-red]

Corruption

TWS: Implied non-con, attempted non-con, abuse, aged up it characters, language, fucked up shit.

summary: Y/n gets blamed for something she didn’t didnt do, but her brother Henry did.

“We know you have it Y/n, just give it back” Eddie yelled at Y/n, “I don’t even know what your talking about” Y/n cried out.

“Stop the bullshit, Give it fucking back” Richie grumbled as he yanked her hair a bit.

How did she end up like this?

“We just need you to steal it Y/n, We don't care how. Just do it” Henry told her.

“Stop Henry, just do the work” Y/n sighed.

Henry Bowers. Y/n’s older brother.

Henry had been nagging her about stealing Bill Denbrough’s whole English essay and Stanlys Ulris’s math assignment.

Y/n was only friends with them. Nothing else.

They were friendly with each other, they never hung out or anything.

So why did Henry think she could steal it?

• flash back •

“It will be easy just ummm” Henry trailed off “Flirt with them!” Henry decided on.

“No Henry, if you want I can do all the work, I'm not stealing from innocent guys, just so you can pass” Y/n groaned getting up from the couch.

Henry was right behind her “Fine then I'll beat their asses- again for it” Henry smirked. Looking at his sister.

“Why can't I just do it?” Y/n asked him, “Because it's due today, I don't have the paperwork for the math and I don't know what the essay is about. So please Y/n, do it. For me?” Henry begged.

Y/n got closer to him “Fuck. No” Y/n mumbled.

Henry pushed her back, and Y/n stumbled into the dishwasher, dropping the bowl of cereal that was just in her hands.

“Be that way you bitch. I'm gonna beat their asses then yours if I don't get it” Henry snarled before leaving with a kick at Y/n’s ribs.

How was this all her fault?

Y/n got up and hurriedly got her backpack and left the small house.

Seeing her brother with her dad's switchblade, getting into Belch’s car.

• end flash back•

Fuck.

“It wasn't me I swear” Y/n muttered.

Eddie had a hold of one of her arms, and Bill and Stanly were holding her legs together. Keeping her from kicking them.

Richie was holding her other arm, as they carried her deep into the forest.

For God knows what.

Suddenly the boys drop her once they got down to a little patch of non-grassy area.

There were logs for sitting and a tent.

“Give it to us now” Richie yelled at her, Y/n was on her ass as she scouted away from him until her back hit a tree.

“H-henry said you have I-it” Bill yelled at her.

“No, no, no. He's lying I swear. Why would I want to steal it? It was clearly him” Y/n pleaded.

“He said you stole it for him” Stanly pointed out.

“I can't fail this shit, so hand it over” Richie hissed, getting closer to Y/n.

“Give me the backpack” Richie bellowed.

Trying to grab her backpack, “No- my science project is in there” Y/n protested, keeping her back against the tree.

Richie grabbed her arm aggressively, and Bill came over to his side and grabbed the other arm. Pulling her away from the tree.

Her feet dragged across the dirt, and Y/n felt like she was going to cry.

When they got her far enough they let go and pulled off her backpack, with a huff from Y/n as she tried to fix her skirt.

The boys all surrounded her backpack, unzipping it and then lifting it upside down. Shaking it.

Everything falling out of it.

In her science project on the Density of Vegetables, everything she needed was falling out.

Her pencil case, lunchbox, wallet, student Id lanyard, binders, homework, graded work, and work she needed to hand in.

Everything was now dirty.

The boys started searching for their papers.

“Where the hell is it” Richie barked.

Approaching Y/n.

Bill looked sad and disappointed until he looked at Y/n. He looked infuriated and hungry for something she couldn't put her finger on it.

“B-bowers has it” Bill droned.

“We can't fight him” Stanly let the account of.

“We have his sister right here, doesn't that spike any ideas” Richie grinned at his friends.

Then they all looked at Y/n.

“We should probably just go, Richie” Eddie sighed, kicking a bit of dirt.

“No! We know Y/n had some knowledge of what was happening. She was denying it right away. Clearly, she stole it and then gave it to Henry, swapping are papers” Richie went on.

“That's not true” Y/n murmured.

“Oh yeah? Then explain it to us Y/n? How the fuck did Henry steal all of our papers? That's not a one-man job.” Richie dictated.

“He has friends, you can ask anyone, I was in a class all day” Y/n argued.

“L-lets just kick her a-ass” Bill jeered, smirking at her.

“Good idea, bring her home to Henry with a bloody face. He will kill us” Eddie foretold.

“Then what? We can't just let her go” Richie roared turning to his friends.

They started to whisper into each other ears, and Y/n sat there clueless.

Watching the boys laugh and then turn to Y/n.

“We have an offer, number one you get all of our shit back and we will blame it all on you or you let us do what we want to you,” Richie apprised Y/n.

“Guys, I can't get your shit back. Henry won't give it without killing me. I will not take the fall for Henry's actions. And I'm most certainly not being your fuck toy-” Y/n was cut off by Richie slapping her face harshly.

“It's settled, you can never get it back” Richie nodded to himself.

Suddenly Bill pinned Y/n’s arms behind her back, and Y/n immediately tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

Richie turned to the other boys, motioning them to the girl.

“What if she snitches?” Stan asked, looking at Y/n. Who was trying to fight off Bill?

“Who will believe her? ‘I got gang banged by the losers club’ Yeah right. Nobody will care unless she told her pervy brother and daddy-” Richie was cut off by Y/n “Fuck you Richie. You seriously get no chicks you have to get your boy to pin me down.”

“For someone who is about to get the fucked by the ‘losers club,’ you sure have a big mouth” Richie taunted her.

Crouching in front of her.

Unzipping her jacket, Bill took it off of her.

Y/n begins to scream for help again.

“How about we let it slide this one time, I mean come on. She's practically crying” Eddie babbled.

“So? She has your mom's birthday present or Henry does” Richie informs Eddie.

“Wait seriously? I spent weeks on that. Y/n you better get that back” Eddie said getting angrier and closer to Y/n.

“How? Henry won't listen to me,” Y/n advised the boys as her voice cracked.

Eddie and Richie we're now starting to get a bit annoyed.

“You know how my mom will be if I don't get her anything after all she does for me Y/n. You know” Eddie sputtered.

“What will happen?” Richie asked, his attention turning to Eddie.

“Uh nothing just um she will ground me and stuff. It's not fun” Eddie lied to his friends.

Y/n used to baby sit Eddie. She was only a year older but more mature so Eddie's mom let it slide.

• flashback •

“As long as my Eddie baby stays fresh,” Eddie's mom said before she kissed the boy on the cheek and then the lips.

“Don't worry I'll make sure he stays safe and clean Mrs. K” Y/n would say as she wrapped an arm around Eddie.

“Give him a bubble bath- make sure to clean every part of him. He can forget some spots sometimes then I have to help him out” Mrs. K would advise Y/n.

“So just bathe with him if you want. I'll pay you extra if you do. I just need some proof-”

“That won't be nessacery, I'm sure Eddie can manage on his own” Y/n saved herself.

Eddie's cheeks went pink.

“Okay but I still need to record his bathing, the doctor does that instead of body inspections” Mrs. K would say to Y/n.

“So what do I do?” Y/n asked.

“Well I have a camera on my bed, just record his bath for me- and the doctor” Mrs. K lied.

“Can I just leave the camera in there? I don't think it's appropriate to have me record his naked in his private matters” Y/n tried to sound as respectful as she could.

“Don't worry, my Eddie won't have a problem. Right, Eddie?” Mrs. K turns to Eddie.

“Yes Mommy, no problems,” Eddie said quickly.

“See Sweetie. I have a list of what you really need to record. It's next to the camera. If it's blurry just take pictures after the shower” Mrs. K informed the Y/n.

“Um okay,” Y/n let out.

“The food is already cooking and his pills are on the nightstand table in his room. Watch him take them. I love you Eds, I'll see you tomorrow” Mrs. K said before leaving the house.

Getting in her taxi for the hospital.

She was supposed to have surgery for something Y/n didn't know much about.

• end flashback •

After that night Y/n always felt weird around Mrs. K. Maybe It was normal for them but what doctor watched a kid take a bath? That's a bit off.

“I'm not saying we shouldn't do anything but maybe we should let her off this time. It's getting late and my mom will freak out if I'm not home on time.” Eddie distressed.

“Fine. We will leave her here-” Richie was cut off by a leaf crunching.

“What the fuck are you guys doing to my sister” Henry yelled at the boys that surround Y/n.

They quickly got on their feet.

“N-nothing. We w-were j-just a-a-asking her stuff” Bill stumbled on his words.

Y/n looked at Henry. He wasn't alone, he was with Patrick, Victor and Belch.

No wonder the boys got so scared.

Victor rushed to Y/n’s side, helping her up.

“Thank you, Vic” Y/n whispered and she hugged him.

“Really? Looks like you and your friends were about to rape her” Henry argued.

“Why do you care? You basically, hate her?” Richie pointed out.

Vic and Y/n walked beside Henry “Because if my dad notices anything different, he will kill me. So I do care” Henry exaggerated.

“We were just leaving Henry” Eddie speaks up.

Henry smirks at him “The gift you made for your mom is cute ‘Dear Mommy. You have robbed me, of all my heart and mind, and I love you, sweet bandit of my soul’ I mean come on how in love are you with your mom?” Henry teased.

Eddie tensed up “Leave him alone Henry” Y/n requested.

“No. He was about to fuck you Y/n, You clearly weren't okay minutes ago” Henry shouted at his sister.

She let go of Vic and got close to him and whispered in his ear “But I'm okay now. Nothing happened, don't tell Dad please” Y/n whispered in Henry's ear.

She looked up at him, he looked down at her. His cheeks went pink “Whatever” Henry mumbled.

Y/n smiled at him, then looked at the boys. They looked disgusted or uncomfortable.

“Can you ask them to put my stuff back in my backpack?” Y/n whispered in his ear once again.

Biting her lip, waiting for a response.

“Now you losers better pick her shit up” Henry spat at them.

They quickly got on their knees and picked up all the papers and other stuff.

“Thank you, Henry” Y/n smiled at him before kissing his cheek out of respect and then left to get her jacket.

“Sorry,” Eddie mumbled to Y/n, trying to make it look not noticeable.

She smiled at him before going back to her brother and his friends.

“We should have just watched” Y/n heard Patrick whisper to the boys making them all chuckle.

“Yeah, four scrawny dudes take a tool of your sister” Belch jokes, not noticing Y/n's approach.

“Shut up, she's still my sister” Henry grunted seeing her come back.

Y/n now stood in front of them, she looked and felt uncomfortable.

Stanly gave Y/n her backpack back.

She took it and slide it onto her shoulders “If I ever catch or hear about you guys doing this again, I'll kill you all” Henry threats.

The boys nod before running off.

Patrick wrapped an arm around Y/n’s shoulder pulling her closer “You seriously couldn't fight off the losers?” Patrick joked.

“She is the same size as Eddie” Belch joked as well.

“You try to fight off all four of them when alone, you'll lose” Y/n sassed, the boys ‘ooo’ at her.

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