These are all Ć readers. Account is now run by a new person! Used to be Sery-Chan-13, is now run by Devine.Scribe! Pinned post is explanation and introduction! This blog is 16+ now, Iām 19 now!! I will occasionally write 18+ content and itās up to your discretion, I can only warn.
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I took over this page from my friend. Their writing is still up and I have not deleted it, nor will I. Said friend has quit writing. Any Alice in borderland stuff (which was their main writing) and the old Songbirds and Snakes stuff, is theirs not mine :) my stuff is the DC, DPS, PJO/HOO and HTTYD. Thanks. Now into the rest!
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So, quick intro to me: I donāt go by my name online, just my user :) Iāve been in the fanfic stuff since I was 14(I know šš) but never posted any of it until now, always too scared. I am now 19!! I am a college student, so sometimes I go awol for a few months. Iām chilling. Iām a history major. Iām from PR, just like my friend before me. Iām also a lil chubby so šš my Y/Nās usually are like that as well. If itās not specified as a plus size reader then itās not, but just know I wrote it with that in mind haha
THIS BLOG IS 16+ NOW THAT I AM 18 I WILL WRITE MATURE CONTENT THAT IS CLEARLY LABLED WITH MNDI. I CAN DO NO MORE THAN BEG YOU TO NOT INTERACT WITH MY ADULT CONTENT AND WARN BUT THAT IS AS FAR AS MY RESPONSIBILITY GOES. I can not control what you do and do not read.
So some quick rules for requests:
1. Give me a character(or characters for headcanons) you want to see and what you want to see :) donāt just say I want more with this character. Give me an idea of what you want :)
2. You can request other attributes to the reader such as chronically ill! Reader (I have lupus I get itšš) or stuff like that :) but for the love of the gods donāt, under any circumstances, request āskinny white readerā becauseā¦ thatā¦ I wonāt write. Umā¦ every other fanfic has been catered to you, Iām sure my page wonāt kill you
3. I only write for female readers and male characters Iām so sorry šš I support the LGBTQ+ (Iām a part of it, I donāt have a label and Iām trying to figure myself out) but I donāt feel comfortable enough to write WLW or MLM relationships in a way that will make me happy I wrote it. I only ever want to put out works that make people happy I donāt wanna put out shitty writingš
4. Please read my yes/no/maybe sections for extra infor on what I do or donāt write!!
Yes!
1. Fluff
2. Angst
3. Hurt/Comfort
4. S/A survivor * (please read NO for this one)
NO
1. I will write a character that has gone through sexual assault or abuse but I will NEVER write explicit scenes of it. With sexual assault, just know I have experienced it and will portray it as best I can
2. No incest. That should be self explanatory.
3. No zoophilia. Ew.
4. No pedophilia. Also ew.
5. Modern AU. Not as serious as the other ones I justā¦ canāt write it well.
6. With this as well, I will never write the character as the abuser or anything like that. I canāt.
Maybe
Smut. Itāsā¦ Iām on the fence Iām trying but I think I suck at it so we will see. If not Iāll write fade to black or implied sexual content yk? With this, I have written two smuts as of (7/21) and Iām not the most confident with them but I can tryā¦! Uhm I havenāt figured out what smut things I donāt write at all
If thereās something you donāt see on here, feel free to message or ask :) I will let you know :)
So in case yall didnāt know Iām currently in a committed relationship š¤ which is super awesome itās my first one ever :p
But it made me realize that we do not see enough interracial couples in media. And when I say that I mean POCxPOC NOT POCx white person.
My partner is a FIONE beautiful kind intelligent hot thoughtful caring amazing native man and Iām a Latina(Iām also all those other things but I love my boyfriend) . We looked stuff up to see if there were any couples like us represented in media. To see if there was a show or something we could watch/read/play and feel represented. NONE what is up with that?
There also isnāt good Latina (Puerto Rican) or indigenous representation in movies and TV. It sucks that we donāt see the representation of interracial relationships outside of the traditional thought of POCxWhite person. Love is love obviously, and Iām not saying there should be less of that kind of Interracial relationships shown, what Iām saying is more diversity should be seen.
:)
Now hereās me saying that my partner is teaching me his language which there are only 12 fluent speakers left. Iām teaching him Spanish.
My studies revolve around indigenous history in the americas (specifically the Caribbean and the Taino bc research is me-search). Thereās so many ways to show love and affection and I never thought that this would be one way I would be loved.
Someone asking how to pronounce my name the right way, and saying it the right way. Someone saying that since my dad doesnāt know English, they need to communicate with him and would like to learn Spanish. These are things that are PEAK romance. And something that can be explored through showing these kinds of relationships.
Hello everyone ! I am taking a while to write because I am in college and uhā¦ life is hard! Iāve been getting a lot of requests that donāt follow the rules I have for my lil blog here:
If you have requests please be sure to read the rules and regulations at the top of my page, they are pinned for a reason. Thank you! I appreciate of your support it really means a lot to me ā¤ļø
Watched IT for the first time (both movies)ā¦ they just made me cry š reading the book (or trying toā¦) uhmā¦ mayhaps writing for characters soon?? Iām intrigued by Patrick Hockstetter and Henry Bowers (theyāre lowkey (highly) evil)
YOU ARENāT TAKING CRIMINALS YOU ARE TAKING PEOPLE WORKING AND THEIR CHILDREN WOMEN AND YOUNG GIRLS ARE GETTING SEXUALLY ASSAULTED AND RAPED BY ICE AGENTS THIS IS DISGUSTING AND IF UOU THINK THIS DOESNāT AFFECT YOU OR THAT YOU SHOULDNāT CARE UNFOLLOW IMMEDIATELY
AND FUCK THE GOVERNMENT TREATING ITS PEOPLE LIKE THIS
Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.
As a Hispanic woman it gets increasingly harder to express myself, but you can not just stay silent in times like these. Human rights should not be a political issue.
hi! I loved your latest post and would love to see more mungrove x reader!!
it was super cute <3
Hehehe had this in the works when the request came in :3 enjoy
Living Dead
Eddie Munson x Reader x Billy Hargrove
(Poly!)
In which the three come back as the undead.
You had been the first. Protecting the kids from the demogorgons, refusing to let them past. You bled out fighting them. In the end, your efforts kept them safe... at the cost of your life.
Billy the second. His body screamed in pain, pierced by the claws of the mind flayer separate times. To protect this girl he had never met... simply because she saw. And he took the bleeding out on a mall floor over her death. Their deaths. Those damn kids...
Eddie was the third and final one to join. He could have escaped, but he bought them more time. He just a wanted Dustin and his new found friends to live. The bats bit, ripping parts of skin as he bled out in the upside down.
And all of you came back. You came back... different. Very different.
Eddie was the easiest to explain, a vampire. If it came down to identifying him in DnD lore, most would point out Kas. Billy as a person with unresolved business. Kept alive by that anger. The kids would say he was closest to a revenant. But maybe one that wasn't bound to serve. He was no longer a puppet. And you? Protective, brought back by your desire to keep everyone safe. A guardian wraith.
You found Billy first.
"Are you... real? Or just a figment of my imagination?" He asked, looking you up and down, grabbing you.
"As far as I'm aware I... am real," you whispered, taking the veil away from your face.
"You're dead. I uh... I mean... fuck... like the kids... Max... said you died..." Billy muttered, kicking at the ground.
"...Yes. And you must be too," you answered.
"I guess I am."
Then Eddie came. You don't remember how long it had been. Time was not exactly linear here... stuck on one day. November 6th. But there he was. Sharp fangs, tousled hair, clothes ripped from the demobats.
"Oh this is... trippy...is this heaven? Am I dead? I have to be cuz you two are dead. I know that. You are... definitely... dead...been to both your graves... multiple times..." he mutters, staring at you both in confusion.
"Think more... undead. And you're here now."
"Oh...I'm gonna... need a minute-"
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"Eddie!"
You hear Billy groan and complain. They were always at each other's throats. Literally. More like Eddie always at Billy's. Not fighting, no in fact they got along well. REALLY well.
Just that Eddie needed to feed and well... you were the only two certain safety nets. He said that demogorgon blood was fine but gross to stick his fangs into.
So, you walk into the room, seeing Eddie climbing on top of Billy, the aforementioned man attempting to push him off playfully, hand in his face.
"Billy cmon I need-"
"You don't need shit you fed a day ago you're fine-"
"My life force... is draining.. please please, I need it-"
Eddie was being dramatic, but he knew all he had to do was give him a pout and beg and Billy would cave in quick. You hum, spinning around the room like a sprite, before sitting next to them.
"Oh gross dude you licked my hand-"
"I've licked other things and you've never had a problem with it-"
"Hey! Stop it you're not gonna bite me-"
Eddie's face broke out into a wide grin, and he took Billy's hand, "You'd really let me die like this? Hm? Starving? Please Billy, cmon-"
"Jesus- fine!"
And like always he gives in, because sometimes he can't tell if Eddie is joking or is genuinely in desperate need of blood. Eddie wastes NO time in placing his mouth at the base of Billy's neck, biting down.
"Mmm you let him get away with too much," you giggle, nuzzling the other side of his neck.
The three of you hid from three things down here. One, Vecna. Two, any of Vecna's cronies, and three, the military. So far you had avoided one of those. That one being Vecna. Being undead had its perks. One being your supernatural abilities. Eddie had all the same traits as a vampire, super speed and strength, he could turn into a bat. Billy had strength and regeneration, and something you liked to call pressure. What pressure was is anytime someone was hurting you, he pressured the fear to run faster through their bodies. Sometimes the shock killed. You had the least offensive powers. Your presence alone scared demobeasts away, they hesitate before trespassing into your space. The second being what Eddie called 'Silent Command'. Not mind control. Not exactly. But you could tunnel into people's minds and implant the idea of leaving. Whether they chose or not to heed your warning was on them.
"Eddie... Eddie that's enough," Billy mumbled, hands running through Eddie's hair, pulling him off. Eddie whined, pouting. He was so dramatic.
"Oh Y/N my dearest sweet girl, my safety, my goddess of fear, will you please-"
"Go ahead..."
Eddie laughed, crawling over, placing you in his lap. His teeth sank into your neck in seconds and you gasped. It surprised you every time he did it.
"But I'm the one who lets him get away with too much? Yeah fuckin' right. We use me for a reason, I regenerate much faster than you princess," Billy scoffs, kissing your forehead.
"You worry about me?" You smile softly.
He blushes and stammers out a no. Billy tries to back away, but Eddie grabs the front of his shirt, pulling him down. He lifts his head from your neck, licking the blood that came out softly.
"She's so fucking sweet... wanna taste?" Eddie smirks.
"I don't know what you- Mmph!"
Billy is interrupted by Eddie kissing him. Eddie laughs, pulling away.
"Told ya. Didn't I?"
Billy takes a moment, blinks slowly, then lays down next to you, arms wrapping around you. Eddie joins, forcing himself in the middle.
"Oh yeah. Now I can hold you both. This is great. This is the life... afterlife... what if... we like got the hell out of here? Could we... survive outside the upside down...?" Eddie started while laughing, but ended with a solemn look in his face.
"Why are you getting all existential on us now?" Billy mumbled.
"I dunno... I mean what if the upside down is destroyed. Do we like die?" He asked, holding one of your hands, the other holding Billy's. "Jesus H Christ, let me hold your hand Hargrove-"
"Mmm... well... then we will have spent our afterlives and second deaths together. I think that's gotta be poetic somehow," you whisper.
"Both of you are so sappy..." Billy complained, giving in and finally letting Eddie hold his hand.
"Mmm not sappy! Just... just... in love with you!" Eddie stammered, quickly smiling brightly.
"Rings... please," you mumble, falling asleep, fidgeting with Eddie's rings.
Billy snickers and Eddie, being the ever loving drama king he is, starts with a gasp.
"No! No! Not my rings, my beloved prized possessions!! No!"
"Mmm..."
"No!"
"Whyyyy?"
"I already gave you the only one that's actual silver, you can keep that one. No more no less!"
You stick your tongue out and Eddie smirks, licking your tongue. You stare, wide eyed.
"You FREAK-" you cry out, pointing at him, trying to hide your laughter.
"Oh absolutely-" he answers, going to lick you again.
You get up and whine, "Billy! Tell him to stoppp!"
You and Eddie try not to touch the vines, rolling around trying to get away from him.
"Hey- hey- hey!"
Billy's shout gets both of you to stop in your tracks.
"Sit down! Chill!"
You both pout, sitting next to each other, looking up at Billy with sad eyes.
"Jesus... you can't-"
Eddie's ears picked up a noise. Far off... the rumble of wheels.
"Hey... hey guys... hey guys... uhm... uhm there a noise..." he whispered.
"What kind of noise?" You ask, leaning against him.
"Military. We need to go. Hide," he said, twitching softly.
"Nah. I'm tired of their bullshit. We need to-" Billy growled.
A high pitched noise rang out, hurting Eddie's ears. He groaned, doubling over and trying to block it out. You gasped.
"Billy-"
"I got him. Let's go."
Often times, you ran. You didn't fight. You hid. You hated not being able to do much more than that... maybe one day... you'd fight back. One day, you would find out if you could go back, one day you'd be free from the upside down. But as of right now, you were happy you had them.
The Princess of Hawkins High. You hated that title. You just were a cheerleader who happened to become the captain. Perfect grades, never mean or rude.
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"Oh but isn't he just sooo hot!"
"Omg you guys would be so cute together!"
"He so likes you go ask him out!"
"If he doesn't like you he's an idiot!"
The table was filled with chatter about crushes. Becky liked Andrew on the football team, obviously Chrissy had Jason, Olivia liked Stan from swim... the girls all liked someone.
You liked someone too. But you knew how they would react if they knew. Scorn, mocking. Even if you were the captain. All you wanted was for them to do the same thing you would do, giggle and say they caught him looking at you in class, or say you'd look good together.
One time you mentioned that he was kinda cute, and the girls genuinely thought you had gotten a concussion from practice.
From your table, your eyes drifted across the cafeteria to where he sat with his club, laughing and joking with them. Stupid brown puppy dog eyes. He wasn't scared to be himself, and that was attractive. You were too scared to tell your friends you liked him... The only one that knew graduated last year. Robin had always teased you, but told you to go for it.
That was your best friend. That's why they called you "the people's princess" as a joke, because you were kind to everyone. Even those this town considered 'freaks'. Because until you were in cheer... until you swept the captain spot your sophomore year... you had been an outcast due to your family, where you were from.
"What about you Y/N? Any guy you've got your eye on?"
Chrissy's voice broke you from your thoughts as she put a gentle hand on your shoulder.
"Oh... uhm... not really," you lie, smiling, fixing your hair.
"Really? You could have any guy you've wanted why not?" Sandra laughed, nudging you softly.
"Oh she's too focused on her studies! Cmon guys be nice!" Olivia giggled.
The group quickly dropped it, and you sighed. You wished you didn't feel so scared.
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After practice, you saw Lucas stressing out, pacing in the hallway. He saw you and sighed in relief.
"Oh Y/N! Hey, um.... So Mike, my friend, he's sick, and y'know Hellfire-"
Your eyes widened and you nodded. His club.
"I-I promise it's not demonic or anything, um... well, you wanna... take his spot? J-JUST FOR TODAY you will never have to touch a d20 ever again after this I swear-"
You bit your lip, thinking. On one hand, you could finally get to talk to him outside of class... on the other... you were wary of the rumors that would spread. Then... you thought about how technically you were friends with Lucas, and you could just say you thought of Mike as Nancy's adorable little brother, so you couldn't say no...
You nod tentatively, "Okay... but I need to change out of my uniform... a-and I don't know how to play..."
"It's fine! It's fine, Dustin can help or-or Eddie y'know he will help you-"
You shook your head, "I-i can learn it's okay I'm gonna change!"
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You knocked carefully on the door, and opened it quietly.
"Sorry I took so long um one the freshmen wanted me to help with her high jump and-"
"Hey, no worries. Most of the party isn't here yet... and by that I mean it's just Eddie and I, so you're cool. We can teach you how to play in the meantime!" Lucas said, helping you over to the table. You tripped, the laces of your converse having come undone.
"Oh shoot!" You mumble, embarrassed walking to a chair, sitting and tying your laces back up. "Sorry..."
You were too embarrassed and scared to look up and meet his eyes.
"Oh yeah, uh Y/N this is Eddie, Eddie this is-"
Lucas in interrupted by Eddie saying, "The people's Princess, yeah yeah, I know who she is. Y/N right?"
"Mhm... u-uhm... it's nice to meet you... officially! We have... history class together," you whisper, avoiding eye contact.
Eddie knew that. Of course he did. He would only stare at you in class, watching you bring in new perspectives, ask question that made the teacher sputter as if they hadn't expected that... you were badass!
"Well... you can't play if you don't know how so... listen up. Let's go through this. First, your character."
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You laughed hard as the kids groaned and cried out when Eddie did something to screw them over. You tucked a curl behind your ear, taking a sip of water.
The campaign ended with you dead, which you expected. You giggled, helping tear down.
"Any of you kids need a ride home?" You asked, spinning your keys around your finger.
"Uh-... we got our bikes-" started Dustin.
"No prob, throw them in the back! Here, turn her on Lucas. I'm gonna finish picking up," you say, throwing the keys to the boy.
"Holy shit- you serious?" He asked, already backing up.
"Uhuh! Just keep it in park. Or I'll get you," you laugh. The boys run out laughing to the parking lot.
"So... you drive?" He asks, the boys filing out.
You nod, "Saved up a lot to get it... 's my dream car. Oh shoot, wait-"
You run to the window, opening it and yelling, "Lucas there's a bike rack in the trunk!!"
"Got it!" You hear him yell back.
You hum, closing the window, putting dice in cloth bags.
"Mind if uh... I play somethin'?" Eddie asks, gearing up his record player.
"Oh, uhm no go ahead," you say, figuring out where things go despite having never been in the room.
He plays some Motley Crue, and catches you bobbing your head to the music.
"You like this?"
"It's good. Not what I usually listen to though."
"What? Listen to... Madonna? Bowie? Hmm... maybe the Beatles?"
"Ha... not uhm, I listen to lots of jazz and blues. Like uh I really like Cab Calloway... oh oh and Paul Anka... Ella Fitzgerald..."
He looks at you wide eyed, blinking. He listened to those because they reminded him of his mom.
"I uh... I mean I listen... I've heard-"
"You don't gotta pretend to like my music y'know..."
"No I-i do I listen to music like that um my mom used to really like it..."
You smile softly, "It's good, right?"
Eddie is about to answer before the unmistakeable low rumble of a car engine turns his attention to the room.
"Pfft. Probably one of the idiot jocks-"
"Probably the boys turning my car on-"
You both look at each other, then he shrugs, finishing up as you listen to music.
"Y'know... rock and metal couldn't have started without jazz and blues... most music wouldn't have without the influence of black Americans and immigrants..."
He looked over while you organized. He would have let out a lovesick sigh at the sight and sound. Music in the background, you talking about music history (which was so metal, so punk of you, he couldn't help but fall harder), the yellow light front above made you look like you were glowing, as you put away DnD mini figs with the utmost care. Was this love? You were a perfect angel in this moment.
"Yeah... and... the influence it all has on... mainstream pop that no one talks about," he manages to choke out.
"Yes! You get it!"
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The conversation ran a bit longer than intended, but you eventually remembered you had kids to drop off.
He lets you get out first with a soft 'ladies first' locking the door after you both leave. You fidget with the hem of your shorts as you both walk to the parking lot.
"...There's only two in the parking lot... so which one's yours?" Eddie asks, looking around expecting a generic car or truck.
"You're uh... looking at her," you giggle, jogging over.
"No fucking way. That's your car? I thought that was like... a stupid jocks car that's yours?!"
You laugh and nod, "I saved up for her, my dream car!"
"1969 Pontiac firebird-"
"Yep. I uh... saved up. So that's my car," you smile, the boys in the backseat. "Ope, those bikes are gonna fall, give me a sec!"
You run over, not even asking for help, tie the bikes so they don't fall and don't mess up your paint.
"I thought you were just a preppy cheerleader... woah..."
You blush and shrug, "We learn new things huh?"
"Hey! Uh, uhm... would you wanna like... hang out sometime? Like us, not the party like uh... just watch a movie or something?" Eddie nervously shoves his hands in his pockets, waiting for the laughter and the rejection.
"O-oh um-... I-i..." you fidget. It was happening, it was actually happening, Eddie Munson, the guy you thought was completely unattainable, just asked you out. Well not on an actual date but this was close enough! "I-I'd love to! Yes, um... Friday? Friday uhm... after the game I'm free?"
Ah the game.
"Y-yeah! Yeah, no, yeah! Uhm... I can-... we can I-... uhm... go watch? You, not the game I know jack shit about the game uhm... yeah I'll... see you tomorrow!"
He ran off to his van, waiting until you left the parking lot before he laughed to himself, shaking his head, and yelling in excitement.
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You hummed, driving the first boy to his house.
"So um... what took you and Eddie so long?" Dustin asked.
"Oh? We were just cleaning up! And we talked about music, it was nice," you answered, looking in the rearview mirror with a smile.
"You sure cuz you looked kinda nervous when you were coming out to the car-"
"Dustin! Don't be weird..." Lucas scolded, shaking his head.
"It's no worry. I know what happened, believe me or not," you smile, pulling into Dustin's driveway.
"Oh shoot, hey, tell your mom my mama says thanks for the help the other day!" You call out as he gets out. He nods and smiles jogging into the house.
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Friday could not have come faster!
You were buzzing with excitement, you had picked out your outfit for after the game with such care, giggling as you put in your locker along with your makeup. Now you were getting ready for the game, and you couldn't wait for it to be over!
"Someone giddy," Sandra teased, shutting her locker.
"Yeah! I'm uh... I'm excited... game and all... and um my mama made my favorite at home so when I get back... it's yeah I'm... just excited!" You ramble, lying... why did you lie? Why couldn't you just tell them you had a da-... a hang out with Eddie Munson after the game?
"You sure it's not to play with that freak's club again?"
Ah. That's why.
"Yeah I can't believe you played!"
"I can't believe you got out alive!"
"Don't they do rituals?"
You shook your head, "Guys! Uhm guys, it's just a board game... just once. I just thought of Nancy and Mike is just her adorable little brother! That's why... okay?"
The girls stopped talking about it, and you sighed, finishing up your makeup.
"We start in 10, I'll see you ladies at the mat lined up. Remember, hair up and away from your face, bows in hair, skirts not hiked up, tennis shoes ties, smiles bright."
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Eddie had watched their reactions as he said no Hellfire tonight.
"EDDIE?!?"
"YOU CANT CANCEL IT WHAT?!"
The group was in outrage. Eddie smirked, watching as the other tables looked at him with disgust. Except for you. You giggled from across the lunchroom.
"Cmon, we should be... supporting Lucas. We postpone it for one day. One," Eddie said.
"B-but-"
"No buts, I'm DM and President, what I say goes, I will see you all tomorrow!"
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You walked into the gym, no one there except the teams practicing. You went by the bleachers, until someone pulled you in a hand over your mouth.
You were about to scream, bite and kick, until you saw it was Eddie.
"Sorry! Sorry sorry," he whispered, taking his hands off.
"You scared me... so what's the plan?" You giggle leaning in.
He grimaces. Was he really about to pick a sale over hanging out with one of the hottest girls at Hawkins? One of the nicest girls? But then he thought about his uncle, working nights, how they struggled to bring money in... even if it was drug money, it was money that helped. And Chrissy was rich. Sure, he lied and said he gave her a discount... that was morally not the best thing he had ever done. But it was for a reason! Maybe with the money from Chrissy he could get you apology flowers and get some takeout before the movie at his place.
"I-... I um... can we get a rain check on that?" Eddie, looked away, fidgeting with his rings.
"I-.. oh... uhm, yeah... yeah sure," you whispered, keeping a smile on your face despite your disappointment.
"I'm really sorry just... just something came up, maybe um... like tomorrow later or something? I uh... I can... I'm so sorry... fuck-"
"Hey... it's okay. Things come up," you whisper, shrugging. He obviously felt bad, and you didn't want to make him feel worse. "I'm-... wait, don't you... play tomorrow night though? W-with your band?"
He looked shocked you knew that, "Yeah... I do um... at the Hideout... dingy dive bar... actually I-..."
"Um... maybe I can... go watch? We can watch a movie after?" You suggest.
"Oh you are an angel... y-yeah! Yes. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, after my show, after you marvel at my skills, after you're my groupie, we can drive to the family video, then we go back to my place and uh watch a movie," he maps out the plan.
"Yes. Yeah, that sounds so great! Uhm, I have to go but um... yeah!"
"Break a leg princess... I'll be watching from the... very... very... very far back corner, hoping no one sees me so I don't get my ass kicked."
Once the game started, you did your cheers, always looking up at the top row, back corner where Eddie stood. Watching a smile.
"Form-"
"Oh my god. Y/N, the freak is at this game. Look! Ugh ew he's totally checking you out, gross!" Sandra whispered to you, grimacing.
Did she really think so? Eddie, checking you out? A girl could dream...
"Be nice... he's just watching the game," you sigh, trying to defend him while being lowkey.
"I don't want to cheer with him looking-"
"If you're uncomfortable that's one thing. But this is what we do. We cheer no matter who's in the crowd or who isn't. Chin up, smile bright or go home for the night. Please. This is the championship game."
Sandra looked shocked but nodded, immediately getting into position. You hated being rude. But you couldn't stand how they said such things...
On the bright side, your outfit wouldn't go to waste because you had plans on Saturday!
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But Saturday never came. Instead, you heard news of Chrissy's death. Instead, you had the town freaking out. Instead, you got attacked by a monster and now we're brought in by Dustin explaining everything to you. Instead, Jason's gone batshit insisting Eddie was a vessel for the devil... black magic...
"Oh... I'm gonna be sick..." you groaned, holding your stomach, Robin bringing a trash can over as you hurled.
"A-and we gotta find Eddie because-" Dustin stammered.
Eddie. Oh god, you totally stood him up-
"They would be looking for him, she was found there..."
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You found Eddie at skull rock. Dustin was shocked his compass was telling him the wrong way, and you were just nervous. Looking around, Eddie was not there.
"I concur... Dustin Henderson you are a butthead."
But there he was to prove you wrong, hugging Dustin. Steve had been bragging on and on about this being a notorious makeout spot that wasn't popular until he made it popular. You'd heard rumors... but uh... you'd never been.
"...They're after you now... I'm sorry I-... I-" you stammered, trying to explain what you knew... about Jason...
"Hunt the freak, right?" He said it again. This time more bitter than before.
You sighed and grabbed him, sitting him down and looking him over for injuries. He sat still looking up.
He bit his tongue, trying not to cry in front of you or anyone else.
"You guys all get what you need... I'll stay here," you say to the group. Everyone nodded, leaving you and Eddie.
"Y/N, I didn't hurt Chrissy. I didn't hurt her I swear-" Eddie pleaded, looking up. He knew you and Chrissy had been good friends, even before you became the cheerleader.
"I know... I know I-... I would've never assumed you'd hurt her... Jason... he's gone mad... it's... ugh it's horrible he-... he's saying you're a vessel for the devil and-..." you shook your head. "He is not right in the head... I know he loved Chrissy... but I can't... believe he'd go this far. He's been itching to find a reason to-... to-..."
"To crucify me? Hurt me? Hunt me down?" Eddie scoffed. "After Billy left of course they'd go after me... I wasn't a freak when he was here. No, there I had the Hargrove law. But after he died... fuck I've been screwed."
"You and Billy.... Were friends?" You asked, looking out into the trees.
"Ehhh... I was his dealer... and smoke buddy... only other person I knew who liked the same music. I guess you could say we were friends at the end."
He put his face in his hands curling his knees up to his chest.
"Fuck.... Fuck! I should've just told Chrissy no deal! Should've just hung out with you, but noooo, extra 40 bucks would've-... fuck!"
You tilted your head softly. Chrissy... was buying? None of your business.... Actually it was as a concerned friend but... it didn't matter... she was gone. You attempted to gently change the subject to distract him.
"Skull rock... never been," you whisper, playing with the grass.
"Ha... yeah right. Pretty cheerleader... popular... you're telling me you've never been to skull rock?" He laughs sarcastically. "Makeout spot of the century?"
"N-no.. never. Never been kissed or been on a date or-"
"Hold up, you've never been on a date?! That's... you've never been kissed?!"
You look away, "I dunno... just always wanted to save it for someone special... someone who cares... you probably think I'm stupid right?"
"No! No no no no, not stupid," he scrambles to be in front of you, holding your hands. "That's so... unlike other-"
"I'm gonna stop you right there... I'm just like other girls... I'm kind, and I'm smart... and I care. I have hobbies and interests, I have hopes and dreams, just like other girls... can we phrase that differently?" You give him a shake of your head as you speak.
"You're so fucking metal..."
You giggle, grabbing your backpack. He was such a dork.
"Speaking of metal... I was gonna give this to you after I was done being your number one fan... but uh... now is as good of a time as any," you whisper, taking a sleeve out of your bag. "I hope it didn't get warped..."
You had it over, and he pulls out a record. The cover was plain black, no band or anything on it.
"What uh... band....?"
"Oh shoot, right! So um... side A plays metal... songs Dustin said you listen to a lot... uhm... and Side B plays softer... jazz and blues... like the ones you said about your mom," you whisper, hoping he likes it.
He was silent staring at the custom pressed vinyl in his hands, trembling, in his head repeating don't cry don't cry don't cry like a chorus. He looked between you and the vinyl, before deciding 'screw it'. He was tired of running and if this was the only brave thing he did for the rest of his life, it will have been the best.
He leaned in, vinyl placed gently onto of the cover on the floor before pressing his lips to yours. You made a shocked sound at first and he almost pulled away, until you grabbed his jacket pulling him in. It was sweet, slow. The kind he'd hear about on those old black and white movies on AMC whenever he got the channel.
You pulled away first, taking soft breaths, "Holy shit..."
"You just cussed!"
"You just kissed me..."
"Guess we both are full of surprises huh?"
You giggle, looking away, "I take it you liked it?"
"Vinyl or the kiss? Either way... I loved it. Sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me... you remembered that? About my mom?" He smiled, placing it back in the casing.
"Of course I do it was the first time we talked officially... first time I talked to the guy I liked," you admit.
"Oh who?"
... he couldn't be serious. Maybe he was joking.
"Seriously who?"
Oh he was not joking!
"You, Eddie I've liked you! For... forever and I was too much of a coward to admit it... I was scared... like really scared that people would find out and make my life a living hell again and... I'm sorry. I should've... said it sooner," you spill your guts, the words flying off your tongue faster than you can think.
"Hey... hey. It's okay... you told me now... that counts for something," he comforted, grabbing your hands.
"...yeah..." you squeeze his hands. "So... after this blows over... we defeat Vecna... clear your name... do you wanna... skip the show and go straight to watching a movie at your place? Not that I wouldn't love to watch you perform, just... I'm eager to...to actually spend time with you."
Lines for upcoming stuff :3 guys what they are/who theyāre for!!
"She is doing this as a favor to my mother. To me. Any other clan will turn you away because they do not want to be involved in this war,"
"Oh this is... trippy...is this heaven? Am I dead? I have to be cuz you two are dead. I know that. You are... definitely... dead...been to both your graves... multiple times..." he mutters, staring at you both in confusion.
Hiiii first I wanna say that I love your posts and how you capture the characters you write for perfectly. I love snotlout. But it's not just from the live action movie. I kinda off liked him before but I didn't know that I did cause I was like 4 or 5 when I saw the first movie and 6 and 7 while I watched defenders of Berk and Riders. I think what I like the most about him is how he's like a brownie. The outside is hard and crunchy but once you dig deeper into it, you see a softer center and it's amazing. I do want to ask for headcanons of him with a short girl like 4'11 whose just a ball filled with affection for him and flirts back with him. Of course I know that you must be really busy and you don't have to answer right away and hopefully this won't bother you. I wish the best byeee.
Of course, sorry this took a million years šš
Affectionate
Snotlout Jorgenson x reader
- He is NOT used to people flirting with him. He's not used to anyone taking his flirts seriously. He's also not used to being taller than people.
- āNo way! Really? You did that? Superrre cool!ā
He thinks youāre being sarcastic, until someone points out how much you truly pay attention.
- Youāre always touching him and heās like āhaha of course she is Iām so cool- OH MY GODS SHES TOUCHING ME?!ā
- Hates the pouty face you make when he leaves but always looks forward to coming back because you run over and jump all around him excited and asking questions. You look him over to see if he has any bruises and cuts that need attention.
- āItās soooo hot!ā
āNot hotter than you pretty girl.ā
āOh? Really? Mmm, canāt tell whatās hotter the sun or you after training.ā
*insert him trying to keep his cool*
- Picks you up with ease, always making jokes about how short you areā¦ as if he isnāt one of the shortest people on the team. After you of course
- Hates when you join them on missions. Not because he hates having you along, he loves it. Two reasons: he doesnāt want you to get hurt, and you distract him.
- He falls off Hookfang and onto the back of your dragon.
āAww falling for me already?ā
- āNo, you stay. You canāt-ā
āDespite my size Iām not a damn child. I can take care of myself. Iām a dragon rider, same as you. Iām not staying because you told me to-ā
āItās not that you-ā
āThen what?! What is it?ā
āI donāt want you to get hurt I donāt want to lose you!ā
- Heās very protective. Sometimes you chide him about treating you like a child. Youāre used to the comments about your size and how other treat you like a kid. He doesnāt do it for that reason, heās just protective of those he loves. And youāre in that statistic!
- āYāknow you keep looking at me like that-ā
āWhat? Yāgonna kiss me? Hm? Do it!ā
- āOh for the love of Thor! Fuck me-ā
āYes maāam.ā
āWhat.ā
āWhat?ā
- Offers to carry things for you (heās very acts of service) not because you canāt. But because he wants to. Thatās how he shows affection.
- āHey pretty girl-ā
āhey pretty boyā¦ whatās up?ā
He didnāt expect you to respond like that. He should at this point. But he completely freezes for a minute.
āIā¦ uhmā¦ so haha funny story I wasā¦ uhmā¦ is it hit in here or is it just you- I mean me! I mean youāre hot too hut- ugh! Forget it!ā
- Gets all soft and puppy eyed when you encourage him to talk. When you ask him to keep saying something because you want to hear, or because you care about his plan. He isnāt used to someone listening and actually caring.
- Lays his head on your lap while he tells you long stores or just about his day while you giggle and play with his hair. He complains you pull his hair, but heās out cold like five minutes later.
- Doberman x Chihuahua vibes. Heās the chihuahua. (Chihuahuas are very loyal protective dogs who get a bad reputation due to being highly reactive often biting. This is only due to owners {hypothetical parents} treating them badly and making them this way. Dogs are not born reactive.)
(Authors note: did I lowkey cook?? I think I cooked with that.)
- Sometimes tries to warn you about danger while flirtingā¦ you end up getting hurt, he ends up guilty, and you end up smiling telling him to ākiss it betterā while he loses his shit
- āOh, pretty boy, we have patrol together today.ā
ā¦.
āā¦Whoās pretty boy-ā¦ and I-? IM PRETTY Boy?!?ā
- Youāre jumping around him when he gets back one day, and this time heās trying to tell you something important, especially since he just had a near death experience. He grabs your shoulders softly.
āHey. Listen.ā
āListening.ā
āI like you.ā
āI like you too Snotlout.ā
āNonono, I mean more than friends.ā
āYeah? Your point? So do I.ā
- Holds your hand everywhere. Refuses to let it go. You donāt mind. You drag him everywhere, and he doesnāt complain. Heās exactly where he wants to be.
- LITERALLY THE THING WHEN ITS LIKE
āIf you see me getting bossed around by a 4ā11 girl with audacity, do NOT save me, I repeat do NOT save me. I am EXACTLY where I wanna be.ā
- Hehehe he likes leaning down to kiss you. But he likes it even more when you pull him down to kiss you.
- he goes FERAL when you wear his clothes. He takes it as a way of flirtingā¦ which it is. Itās called visual flirtingā¦ thatās totally not something you made up.
- Heās not just the loud one. Heās the one who needed to be loud to be seen and with youā¦ itās like he doesnāt have to be. He whispers and heās heard by you. Heād never give that up. He loves you and how you make him feel.
Eddie looks over like he didn't quite hear you right. But he sees your pretty dress stained, and your hair a mess.
"Jesus, look away for a minute and... what happened to you?"
"I don't care I want to go home I want to-"
He stands up, grabbing your arms softly, "First you tell me what happened."
You stand, teary eyed, "It's stupid."
"And so is this party, now tell me what's wrong?"
The flood gates open.
"I-I was downstairs and y'know how Jonathan asked me here?" Of course he did, you hadn't shut the hell up about it all week. "Yeah well he's just after fucking Nancy, who isn't?! And then I get fucking Sandy spilling her sweet little drink on me on 'accident' then I go and he-...he's kissing her and I wanna go home!" You wail, ugly crying, tears spilling fast.
"Okay okay okay we can go we can-"
"The hell you are. You're high," a voice comes from behind them, sitting on the couch where Eddie was just a moment ago.
"Oh yeah then what you gonna drive us home? You're drunk Hargrove," Eddie mouths off.
"You act like I haven't done it before. Cmon," he groans, getting up.
Billy didn't even know why he was at this party. He was bored. And he couldn't tell either of you about the fucked shit from the mall. You cry, sniffling, stumbling over to Billy.
"Home."
"Yeah yeah, we're going home princess."
You stumble once, and Billy grabs you, carrying you on his back.
"You want me to get him? I can, I'll do it like bam-" Eddie rambles, walking next to Billy.
"No... I just wanna leave. I'm tired of this," you mumble as you go through the house party, people staring and whispering.
Eddie gets shoved once, twice, the third is hard enough to make him stumble with someone saying "Watch it, freak." Billy turns, licking his lip.
"You uh... wanna say that again?" He challenges, seeing the person cower now. "That's what I thought."
"You can't seriously be defending the freak-"
"In case you forgot, I don't give a damn. You can't seriously be that stupid? You want a fight, I'll give you one-"
The person apologizes and backs off rather quickly, and the three of you continue out. Eddie turns and flips them off, sticking his tongue out.
"Munson!"
"Oh- coming!"
āā
Billy propped you up in the car, window down. The outside of his car was much easier to clean than the inside. Eddie took a minute to finish his cigarette, getting in the passenger seat. Billy would smoke with the windows down, but right now he knew you'd throw up at the smell.
"Million dollar question: who's house? Can't be mine. Old man will kill me, and gut you," Billy asked Eddie who was by the passenger side door.
"What did I do?"
"Exist."
"Eddie's house... my house... bed..." you slur, the alcohol catching up to you.
"Hey, hey, focus focus. Yours or Eddie's? Goddamn it- fuck. Yeah she's out. Munson, we're going to yours"
āā
Getting to Eddie's place is easier than getting to yours anyway. Your parents would ask too many questions about why he was with you. Then if he was there why was Eddie also there and it was way too much. He drives slower than normal, eventually parking in front of the steps up.
"Is it unlocked? Or do we need to climb through windows?" Billy jokes. Eddie makes a face.
"What's the face for? Munson? What's the face for?"
"Uhh... window."
"You've got to be fucking kidding me. I was joking!"
They wake you up and you whine, pouting as Billy pick you up. Eddie is opening his window from the outside, and when the gap is big enough for him to get in, he crawls through. The window gets opened fully, and Billy hands you to him to get you through the window. Almost dropping you, but you get in the bed safely. Billy climbs up himself, hitting his head on the sill. He groans and he watches as you stumble.
"Billy... you're... Hurt," You mumble. Eddie pushes you back onto the bed.
"He's fine. He'll come to you so you don't trip," Eddie says, keeping an eye on you.
Billy stands up, quietly looking around Eddie's room. He spots a box of cookies and throws it at you. You catch it... after it hits your face.
"Billy!"
"Shit!"
"Shhh!! You're going to wake my uncle up and respectfully I don't need him thinking I'm-...I'm... up to stuff with you two."
You both stare, you shrug eating a cookie.
"You still have my pajamas from last time I was here Eddie?" You mumble, mouth full of cookie. "And my makeup wipes? Actually can I shower?"
"I'm pretty sure if you shower you'll fall," Billy comments, flipping through the records and cassettes in Eddie's room.
"Jus' watch me then."
Both boys turn to look at each other.
āFuck no.ā
āAbsolutely not.ā
Both are said at the same time. In your altered state, you take the words to heart, starting to tear up.
āNo no no, donāt start-ā
āTears aināt always getting you what you want princess, weāre-ā
āWe?!ā
āYes, we are putting our foot down.ā
āā
Eddie sat on the floor of his bathroom, Billy leaning against the wall. You hummed, showering. Both boys tried to not look at your silhouette through the curtain, and to not look at your discarded underwear on the floor.
A quick shower to get the sticky drink off of you.
Billy looked down at Eddie like he was being tortured, Eddie started to laugh.
"Why are you guys laughing without me?" They hear you pout.
"No reason uh-"
"Finish up already."
When all of a sudden, a squeak and the unmistakable sound of you slipping and sloshing water.
"Alright, and that's what I was worried about, curtain," Billy sighs, opening the shower curtain seeing you on the floor. Eddie handed him a towel, not looking at you. "Up you go."
"Next time we are sponge bathing you-"
"Munson do not give her any ideas."
You pout as Billy helps you out, drying yourself off, and getting dressed.
"Could you take any longer!?" Eddie whisper shouted. "Taking your sweet time to get dressed!"
He forced the shirt over your head, even with your muffled protests. He attempted to pick you up, paused, waited for you to have pants on, then did it.
"You guys are ridiculous I'm not drunk anymore!" You complain.
"Even if you weren't, which I'm pretty sure you still are, I'm getting you to bed one way or another."
Eddie throws you on his mattress and you groan. Billy kicks off his boots, getting on one side, Eddie the other.
"Jesus man, it reeks of weed in here," Billy complained, lighting a cigarette.
"And your room reeks of cologne- I'm realizing as I say that one of those is worse than the other," Eddie retorts.
"I don't care... smells like you... smells safe. For both. For the record you don't smell like weed all the time Eddie," you mumble, eyelids heavy, fluttering.
"Get some sleep silly girl... we'll worry about Jonathan and everything tomorrow," Eddie said, holding your hand.
"Yeah. I'll kick his ass for you," Billy commented, pulling you into his chest.
Eddie pouted before realizing he could just lay on top of both of you. He moved, laying down, attempting not to squish you. Billy groaned.
"Mm boys! You're smothering me!" You whine, trying to push Eddie off. Eddie laughs, laying down besides you again. He holds you tight, hugging you and Billy.
"Alright alright I got the message Munson," Billy acted like he was annoyed.
They bickered until hearing your snores fill the space. Both of them smiled down at you, knowing this was a bit more than friendship. Their fingers intertwine over yours. One big happy group.
Ch. 5 of The Silent Healer and The Son of Roaring Fire
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You scream as you are grabbed by a dragon, Eret taken by the blonde girl's dragon.Ā You can't hear what she says, but you do see her drop him. Looking up you see... ah, a monstrous nightmare. Great, this is easy.
You hum softly, attempting to climb up, the dragon cooing softly as he looks down to you. You tilt your head, mask jingling as you do. You sigh, staying. It was no use. Where would you go? In that time, Eret already said he'd show them.
You had met Draggo once. He was terrifying... you remember hiding behind Eret as he threatened to brand you as well. You don't have Velita with you, too scared of what would happen.
A shape was seen in the distance... wings, and a roar that made you perk up.
"Dragon up ahead," called the boy riding the dragon who held you.
You squinted and smiled a bright smile. That silhouette was easy to know at this point, and the golden wire on her horns glinted in the sun. Twisting your arm, you fell from the dragon's talons, the wind blowing in your face, you let out three high pitched cries followed by a short whistle.
You could hear the commotion behind you, then diving after you, and the fear of the dragon coming closer. Just before you hit the ice, warm scales and the sunset coloration caught you.
You laugh triumphantly, letting out a celebratory cry.
'Oh my Velita... you are okay!'
You signed to you dragon, before taking her up with the rest. If Eret was staying, you'd stay with.
"You're the rider! The one from the stacks!" The boy on the zippleback called out.
You didn't know their names, not listening when they were there introducing themselves. You ignored them, clicking once, Velita taking you up, upside down over the group. The back of the group.Ā Then you dive down. You watched the others try to compete with you. They were good. Not as good as you, it was obvious they had been riding for less, but good.
You laughed, "Ayi!"
And Velita steadied out. You stood up, looking at the group, Velita soared higher, and you remained balanced.
"So is that your sister or something?" Astrid (Eret had been listening to their names, he knew them) asked to the man sitting behind her.
"Nope. Uh... long story short, she kept destroying our ships, we caught her, she helps us... buts she's... grown on me," he answers. "Loves that dragon more than life itself. She's been alone for some time according to her. And no, she will not take off the mask until she's comfortable, and you can ask her yourself for her name. She's very secretive."
"I'm surprised she got her dragon back that fast," Astrid comments.
"Dragon fought like hel to get to her... that other rider... I don't know what they did," Eret said, sighing. "She'll be a team player now."
You laugh, flying gracefully, spinning, doing tricks, almost as if showing off. You had sat back down and now went up to Eret.
'I got her back. All is well. Are we really going to Draggo?'
You sign the words quickly. He couldn't see the concern on your face, but he felt it. He nodded, a frown on his face.
"Oh Odin's eye, yes yes ink is for being a warrior I know what I said... maybe."
"How do you understand she didn't even say a word?" Astrid asks.
"I learned her signs."
"We had a friend-"
"Shut up."
Snotlout flew higher up, and scoffed the words out. He was trying to figure out this girl's game. Siding with trappers as a rider? Who did that?
He watched as Eret gave you a signal. You nodded and flew ahead. Snotlout decided to follow.
You flew ahead, above, circling. You noticed how the boy followed and scowled.
"Hey, so. You ride a nightmare... so do I. How are you so,,, agile? And fast?" He asks.
You shrug.
"Why the mask? Why the silence? We're all friends here-"
'You are so loud. Obnoxious. And an idiot.'
He looked taken aback. He understood your signs. It was probably nothing. Just the fact those hand signs were hers... and he guessed you must have learned it from people similar to... hers... your clothes the same as the ones she was found in.
He hears you make a soft coo then another noise, back down to being next to Astrid.
āā
Brought the dragons and their riders, at no extra cost. That's what Eret said, so you stood by him. This was apart of the plan was it not?
Draggo stepped forward and you saw Eret grab his chest where his brand was. Draggo at first walked to the dragon who had kidnapped you off the ship. He was waking up.
You watched with fear as the man yelled, swinging his staff. The dragon lowering its head. He stepped on the snout and the protest of the riders could be heard.
"Hookfang!"
You snapped your eyes up. Was that the dragons name? That was so weird because he-
But then his eye traveled to yours who was standing beside you. You placed yourself protectively in front of her.
"A-ah sorry Draggo that one is uh... off limits... she's quite attached and I can't-"
You growled, holding your bow at the ready.
"Maybe she just needs... convincing."
And with that, some of his men grabbed you, dragging you to where the fireplace was. You struggled.
"Woah woah woah! Hey, hey, let's not make brash decisions, she's just-... it's one dragon, no need for all of that-" Eret tried to defend, knowing what he meant by that.
You struggled in fear, the fire feeling to close to your skin, the red hot brand in there already. You looked for an out anything anything at all!
He grabbed Eret, making him watch as his men took it from the flames. You kicked and shoved.
"There's hundreds of us! Islands full! And when they find out we are missing Hiccup is gonna-"
That caught Draggo's attention. This girl needed to shut up immediately. If she spilled her island would be in danger. More dragons in danger. You clicked once.
Eyes on me. Velita stared, looking between you and the other monstrous nightmare.
"Yeah Hiccup, future chief of Berk-"
You whipped your head around at that. Berk?! Hiccup?! You struggled even more, trying to get out, they knew the way home! They knew!
When Stormfly crashed in, saving Eret, Draggo finally turned his attention to you.
"That dragon... is it really worth your agony?" He asked, circling.
You squirmed, tears streaming down your face under the mask.
"Draggo please. Please, do what you want to me but leave the girl alone-" Eret pleaded. You had really grown on him, and he couldn't stand to see you get hurt like this.
Shallow breaths. The smell of hot iron, the crackle of the fire.
'You are a miserable excuse of a man. You threaten those of us who have something because you have nothing. Your power is thin. Held by a breaking string. Fear is no way to gain power.'
You sign furiously, though your arms are held back.
"What did she say?" Draggo asks out loud. When no one answers, he grabs Eret. "What did she say!"
He translates begrudgingly. Draggo laughs, throwing him aside. The riders are there. So familiar yet you can't place it. It's been... what? 5? 6? Years? Maybe more... since you saw the island you called home. Draggo places a finger under your mask and you thrash violently. No. No. No.
He stops.
"I don't have to see you... to know you're afraid," he grabs the brand, blowing on it, smoke coming off, and it glows red hot. "First... you'll feel nothing. Until you start to register the pain... then is when you scream."
"Draggo, please, I know I'm in no position to make demands but please not her. Not her, leave her alone-"
Eret was held by guards along with the others. A guard had taken your furs off, leaving you in his your traditional clothing, leaving your collarbone, shoulders, and most of your chest exposed.
"Look at her," Draggo pointed over at Velita.
You didn't want to, but you did. She was chained up, scared, eyes blown wide. You let out a soft call. I'm here.
"There's that loyalty..."
The brand is pressed down and you go deaf for a minute. Searing white hot pain flashes through you. You swear the world goes white, and you can't remember ever opening your mouth to scream, but you can hear it. Out of the corner of your eyes you see the group of people fight against the guards to get to you. The pain overwhelm your senses, and you pass out.
The brand is taken off, dunked into the bucket of water as you're thrown over to the group as Draggo leaves. You pant, writhing in pain. You could still feel the heat on your skin. It was visible. You hated wearing layers that covered you, being so used to the clothing from your culture... now you would have to. The mark of a dragon hunter... trapper whatever the hell he was... on you. Forever.
"Hey, hey, come back come back, there we go. Up you go," you heard a voice, spots danced in your vision, coming back to.
They all crowded around you, and your hand flew to your face. Hiding it. Your hands blindly searched for your mask, fingers frantically curling around one of the horns. Eret told everyone else to back off.
Sitting up, adjusting your mask, you took a shuddering breath. Hot. Pain, heat deep... There was no salve in your pocket, you didn't plan on getting kidnapped.
'Velita, where is she?'
"I-... other side. Right there. She's fine. She's okay," Hey comforted, nodding over.
'It's hot. I have no salve. It burns.'
The signs were made softly, even though the pain coursed like fire through your nerves.
"Oh what is it that she says about burns? Damn it I can't remember!" The girl twin groans.
They panic, and grab snow from the bars. Eret is too slow to stop them as the snow feels good at first. Sweet, numbing magic... and then it feels like every shard of ice pierces you. A sharp noise comes from you and the teens start apologizing immediately. You take a minute. A breath. You were stuck. There would be a way out soon, when you could think. But for right now, you needed to know their names.
'So... names since we are trapped?'
"We already did this whole thing-" one started to complain.
'Fine. You mentioned Hiccup. Berk. You know the way there?'
"Of course we do. It's our home why wouldn't we?" The blonde who had kidnapped Eret says.
... you wonder if you should answer. Then you see how they all look suspicious. You curl up.
'I got taken from there. When I was a kid. I know Hiccup. Or at least I did. Last I was there... we were in a war with dragons... and I got taken by one.'
There's a small gasp from the boy who rode the monstrous nightmare, and he stood from his corner.
"Snotlout there's plenty of other people who-"
You gasped, standing up. Your pain forgotten as you move forward, pointing at the boy.
'Your name. Snotlout. That is your name?'
"Yeah... what's yours?" He asks, fidgeting with a bracelet.
You recognize that. It was yours.
'Y/N.'
"It's... you. It's... you're not dead-... you're... here," he whispers. You nod, and he hugs you tightly, a sharp hiss leaving your mouth.
'So the rest... Astrid? Tuffnut, Ruffnut, Fishlegs... you guys... I've been with you guys the whole time?'
The other teens laugh, nodding, rushing over. Eret stands in the corner, arms crossed with a smile. You laughed, pulling your mask off.
āHoly shit! Youāre like a badass warrior! Youāre hot!ā Ruff yelled, holding your face.
āYo-ā
You stopped for a moment. And took a deep breath.
āYouāre hot too!ā
You both screamed, laughing.
āShe speaks!!ā
āNot to ruin this happy reunionā¦ but uhā¦ how do you suppose we get out of here?ā Eret asks, shaking the bars.
āā¦if theyāre meant to keep dragonsā¦ who are under controlā¦ quick,ā you say, tapping your bow against the floor. āWooden floorā¦ unmuzzled dragonsā¦ are these dragon proof bars?ā
āOr we get out with the keys I grabbed from the idiot who was guarding us?ā Eret hold up the key, jingling them in your face.
Ch. 4 of The Silent Healer and The Son of Roaring Fire
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We are time skipping to like race to the edge/second movie :3
Turn, duck, pull in, dive down, strike, go up high where their nets can't reach, dive, strike.
You repeated the order in your head as you blasted through hunter ships, mask over your head concealing your identity.Ā Dodge left, right, go through the chains, tuck in and you look back for a second. A second is all it takes and-
A net caught on her wing, taking you down to the ship. She hit with a thud, and you gasped, falling off with a roll. Standing up you nocked your bow and arrow looking around as the dragon hunters close in on you.
"We've got an island girl here. Dragon rider," one sneers. They try to grab you and you waste no time in shooting an arrow through their arm. He yelps in pain, and his fellow hunters stand back a bit, helping him.
Velita is now restrained, muzzle and straps, and you are stuck without an out.
"Alright, alright... stand down trappers."
You turn to face the new voice, a tall man with black hair and tattoos on his chin. You kept the arrow nocked and pointed at him.
"Release her or suffer at the end of my arrows," you spat, one of the first times speaking to a person in years.
"You speak Norse?"
"Of course I do. Now let her go-"
"But you're dressed in this island garb you-"
"My island was burnt to the ground and I was rescued by a village. Let me go. Now."
You backed up, Velita growling under her muzzle. Fireproof, otherwise she'd have broken out already.
"You uh... ride?"
"Obviously. Or was me taking down two of your ships not enough confirmation?" The retort came out fast, your mask jingled when you moved.
He laughed, hands on his hips.
"Alright. Alright, let's... make a deal yes? But before we do, I am Eret, son of Eret. And you?"
"Y/N. You are lucky I speak to you," you hiss. The only reason you were speaking was to get Velita out of here. Safe.
"Alright, Y/N. Deal is, you are our eye in the sky. A dragon rider helping-" he starts.
"A dragon rider helping you capture dragons? That is what you want me to-" you call out, until you hear Velita growl a defeated growl, a hunter with a spear to her side. "Away."
"The way I see it, you help us, you keep her alive. Win win right?" Eret says, walking around you.
You look between Velita and him.
"Lovely scales she has... this coloring and pattern is rare. I'm sure he would pay highly for this-"
"Deal. I help you track and spot. I will not help capture and I will not kill. You kill in front of me, you have hell to pay. You keep your hands, weapons and traps off and away from my dragon."
"Now that... is what I like to hear."
You should have known better. You cannot look back. In this time you cannot rest. You never stop moving.
āā
"We've been doing drills for hours! Can't we just rest for bit Hiccup?" Snotlout groans, leaning against Hookfang's horns.
"I hate to agree with him but... he's right. The dragons are exhausted. Just for a bit. We don't have to worry about the dragon eye anymore, why do you act like we're under attack again?" Fishlegs calls out.
Astrid nods, and Hiccup sighs letting them all land to rest.
Hookfang nuzzles against Snotlout. He pets his dragon's snout. Over the years, he had truly had created a bond with the dragon he once threatened and behind a door. But with Hookfang, he could search for you. Even if the others thought you were dead. But, he held out hope. He messed with your bracelet and the ring. The ring was on a chain around his neck.
Everyone is taking a well deserved rest, the twins falling asleep against Barf and Belch. It is close to sunset when the start heading back to Berk, flying through the golden sunset. They're almost home when they hear a yip from afar. Then another. Until a dragon comes into sight... and... a rider?
"Hiccup, rider up ahead," Astrid calls, steering Stormfly up next to Toothless.
"I see 'em. Fishlegs any idea...?" He calls back.
"Monstrous nightmare," Fishlegs says as Hiccup takes out his spyglass.
It sure was. The rider wore a mask over their face so he couldn't see any defining features.
"Alright... use its size against it. They weren't made for speed or agility, trap them by the rocks," Hiccups says.
"Why are we chasing them down? Oh hello stranger we want you to be our friend after going after you with a small armada!" Snotlout yells sarcastically.
"Oh for the love of Thor go!"
They begin to close in on the rider, cornering them to where they wanted them to go. They think the chase will end at the sea stacks, due to the size of the dragon. Hookfang can barely get through it going faster. He can go slower, but faster is begging for a crash landing into the ocean. The closer they get, the more details everyone sees. The dragon's coloring and the horns. The rider with clothes they couldn't quite make out.
But the rider hears them calling out, and all they hear is a click and down they barrel. Hiccup gives chase with Astrid, everyone else attempts to block them. Each turn there's a whistle, every move a click. They lose track of the rider when there's one loud yip, fire down to the calm seas, and a wall of steam coming up.
"Damn it!"
"I can't see!"
"That's my head Tuffnut!"
"No it's mine!"
"Son of a-"
"Where'd they go?"
Later, they sit in the great hall.
"I've never seen a monstrous nightmare fly like that. Fast, agile. They're not built for that, they're all strength!" Fishlegs exclaims, rereading the page in the book of dragons, making sure they're right.
"We even tried to replicate it with Hookfang... not even he could do it," Snotlout pouted, Hookfang huffing a plume of smoke. "But at least we know the rider was a girl."
Everyone turns to look at him.
"How do you guess that?"
"Did you not see what she was wearing. Island garb. And respectfully... I have eyes. I can see she has... um... whatever the point is: are you all blind!?"
"Well... I guess we should keep an eye out then. I'll make sure to tell the night watch to be careful," Astrid comments.
"And I'll tell my dad," Hiccup agreed.
āāā
"Why were you so far out?" You hear the voice of Eret behind you as you un-saddle Velita.
'None of your business. You want me to scout, I scout. If I can tell you where to avoid you and your crew benefit.'
You signed quickly. He sighed, leaning against a pillar. The man had slowly been learning your signs.
"I don't-... kid, why were you so far?"
'There's an island. Few miles west. Full of dragon riders. Stay away. Will chase. Will destroy.'
"...Okay. Cmon. Dinner then."
You followed the man. The island looked so familiar. But it couldn't be Berk. No way they rode dragons now... right? You didn't know your way back anyway.
Over the past few weeks since you had been forced to join the hunters, Eret had grown to become a big brother of sorts. If it wasn't for the fact he was trapping dragons, you wouldn't hate to say that.
'Your markings. Where did you get them? Why?'
He shrugged, "You get them for achieving great things."
'Then I should be full of ink by now.'
The man laughed, handing you furs.
"Maybe if you don't freeze to death first."
'I want.'
He sighs and looks away, almost like he's contemplating something. You had really grown on him the last few weeks. The little sister he never had.
"We can talk about it later. Right now, you need to circle once and fall back in," he says, nodding at Velita.
You sigh, nodding while gearing up. She makes a curious growl, and you shake your head, climbing up on her.
"Alright. Remember, circle once. Fall back in."
Up in the air, you circle over the fleet, seeing nothing. Once. Twiceā¦ bubbles? What was that about? You let out a small gasp. Two yips. You were alerting them something ahead. You moved forward.
āFall back kidā¦ we can deal with it from here!ā Eret called.
You hesitated, but pulled down, landing, but staying on Velita.
āBubbles. Big ones. Not normal ice. Could be a Submaripperā¦ It will tear your ships apart if we get caught in that whirlwind-ā
You signed frantically, until the ship creaked loudly. Yells were heard as the men got in positions. A loud splash sent water up into the air as something emerged, all horns and spikes, you gasped and it roared loudly, shaking the boats.
āGo up, eyes in the sky. Move now!ā Eret ordered.
You click and Velita moves up, just as the water settles. A dragonā¦ tidal class most likelyā¦ you two swoop in around it. It looked like the queen from years ago but biggerā¦ white. Blue eyes. Spikes. What the hell was this thing?!
A dragon flew past you. A rider. Masked. A staff. They saw you and you grabbed your bow. They flew. At you, shaking the staff. Velita was disoriented. You try to get her to get back, but that dragon blows ice at the ships. The other rider takes the moment to attack. You quickly get to your senses, shooting an arrow. You donāt want to hurt them, but they will hurt you firstā¦ the dragon root arrows will send them both to a deathā¦ and you only had a few of those.
You stand on Velitaās back, letting out high pitched yips. Maybe they would back off. The ships were blasted in bright teal iceā¦ unlike anything youād seen before. The other rider took your moment of distraction to knock you off of your dragon.
You let out a sharp scream, falling.
āā
You woke up, warm under furs. Getting up, Eret helps you. You look around still on the shipā¦ still aliveā¦ still-
āWhere is my-ā
āIām going to need you to not freak outā¦ but sheās gone. That other rider they took all of our cargoā¦ and yoursā¦ she fought back pretty hard,ā Eret said, hand on your shoulder.
No. No no no no, not her. Not her not her not the one thing you had left. You got up, stumbling, running to the side of the ship, a pit in your stomach forming. One cry. A sharp, guttural cry into the cold wind. Then another until you screamed, gripping the side of the ship. A scream of anguish as tears filled your eyes. Loud, broken sobs as you clutched your chest.
āWeāll get her back no worriesā¦ calm downā¦ deep breaths. Yeah. Cmonā¦ letās get your mask back onā¦ and weāll-ā Eret tried to comfort, giving you your mask.
āDragon riders port side!ā
At that you scowled, putting on your mask, readying your arrows. A night fury and a deadly nadderā¦ you hadnāt seen one since you-ā¦ the riders who chased you. Perhaps they had been here last night, perhaps they had taken your best friend and half of your soul.
When the riders and dragons were on deck, trapped, Eret began his speech and you, for the first time since your capture, raised your voice after he finished.
āDo not act stupid. Your friendā¦ ice breathing dragonā¦ they stole her from me and they will have Hel to pay,ā you saunter out from behind a pillar, bow drawn back. āWhere is my dragon?ā
The two stared. They looked familiarā¦ but you brushed it off. Most Norse men and women started to blend together in your mind.
āYou-ā¦ your dragon? Youāre a rider?ā The boy asked, looking incredulously at you.
āYouā¦ youāre the rider. From the sea stacks!ā The girl said, pointing.
They suppose Heather was with dragon huntersā¦ maybe it was a similar situation.
Hooray Lo'ak version I'm going back to college in a week I'm gonna cry spoiler warning for fire and ash
- Lo'ak feels out of place in the reef. Everyone stares at him like he is of another species. He bets not even Spider got as many looks. Enter you.
- You are Rotxo's sister. Beautiful. Stern. You remind him a lot of the trees back home. Strong, rooted deeply, but kind to him. A place he feels comfortable.
- You help the Sullys get adjusted, often weaving when they are flailing in the water.
"Ey, Y/N you are supposed to be helping! It's not fair!"
"Ao'nung, I am being productive. He is obviously hard headed. It will take a minute for him to adjust."
"I am not hard headed!"
"Lo'ak. A rock would split in two if you hit it."
- He doesn't like you at first. He thinks you're mean. You're just blunt. He likes Rotxo, but you are like... the thing he can't figure out.
- Even with that, he still gets upset seeing reef boys follow you and poke at you. He steps in to defend you.
āLoāak. The sentiment is there, but please. You helping will only result in a fight.ā
āI-ā¦ I get that but I canāt let them talk to you like that.ā
āWatch this.ā
You turn to the group.
āUnless any one of you can weave or go out past the reef to get me the shells and scales I need, you are of no use to me. Now leave me be.ā
When the boys stare for a minute you hiss at them, and they run off.
- āYour Ikranā¦ they are beautiful.ā
āThanksā¦ theyāre kinda likeā¦ like the tulkun for usā¦ only one rider their whole livesā¦ā
āCanā¦ you take me up?ā
āYou want to fly? With me?ā
āOnly if thatās allowedā¦ā
- When he gets into the fight with the Metkayina boys, you find him sitting at the edge of the water.
"You bring war to my village. It is not appreciated. Eywa does not reward violence."
"Yeah, well your brotherās friends teasin' my sister isn't appreciated. Yet here I am."
"You provoke them."
"I breathe and they hate me. You tell me how I am supposed to win with that."
"...I just do not want all this conflict. You are not so different from me. See?"
- He watches as you sit next to him and grab his hand. You smile, the sun glinting in your eyes.
"What is the difference? You have more fingers than I? Or is it that you cannot swim?"
"I can swim just fine-"
"Hard headed. You must make peace. I promise Ao'nung is not all that bad... There is no difference between us. We are all connected by Eywa.ā
- "If you keep fighting I will stop helping you."
Whether he didn't on purpose or not he won't tell, but he doesn't fight for three days straight.
- Then the incident of them going past the reef happens.
"Give me the strength I do not pluck the eyeballs out of my youngest son. Hsah!"
You walk over, wondering what was happening. Tsireya explains to you and you walk over.
"Excuse me, forgive me Neytiri... Lo'ak te Suli Tsyeyk'itan you said you would make peace!"
"When did you learn my full name?!"
"...Neteyam."
- Later he is hiding away. You find him.
"...I am sorry. I shouldn't have... in front of everyone... I was worriedā¦ I know it was Aoānung but I was concernedā¦."
"Worried? Yeah right. You, reef princess worried about the forest freak."
"Lo'ak... please."
You grab at his hand, he pulls away.
"Lo'ak... Lo'ak! Look at me. You are not a freak. Just because you are different-"
"Yeah. Different. Different is another word for-"
"Do you ever listen? Oel ngati kameie. I see you. You see things differently than I do. I know I am harsh but I care. I will speak with Ao'nung."
"Already did."
"Then all will be well."
- The next day, he sees all the kids around an area and goes over.
"Ao'nung. There is something you would like to say to Lo'ak?"
"Tch, no-"
He sees you hiss at the taller boy.
"Ao'nung te Tsika'u Tonowari'itan. Speak now."
...
"I am sorry..."
- Though you are not related to the boy (Aoānung) in anyway, he is always shocked at your power, your presence. He wishes to have half of your confidence. You wish to have him. And he is taking too long to say something.
- "Lo'ak, a word please?"
"What did I do this time?"
"Nothing. That is the problem. You have done nothing."
"...But I completed all my duties in the village I do not understand-"
"Tch, skxwang... I like you. You do not have to like me back. But I do not like to wait."
He stares dumbfounded and when you give up and walk away he is QUICK to grab your arm and pull you back.
"I like you too."
- You support him with Payakan. Even if you fear what has been said, you trust his decisions.
- He does not say, he does. And that is very obvious with how he shows affection. He will help with your chores, he brings you things.
- When you try to teach him your dances he is resistant at first.
"I don't want to make a fool of myself."
"So you would rather make a fool of your woman instead?"
"Baby c'mon don't-"
- Sometimes he wonders if you're Ronal's daughter, but hiding it. But he knows better. You are gentle, kind, loving of all of Eywa's creatures even him. Not as much of a peacemaker as him, but definitely a peacemaker. You are your brother's sister.
- "Do not... hurt my sister. That is all I ask."
"I wouldn't dream of it. She's special."
"She... well you could say that. I would say more.... Ehhh stubborn."
- Lo'ak is determined to belong in the reef. He is determined to make you see that he can be here, he is worthy of being with you. Yet you already think that.
- After his brother's passing, he becomes more... clingy. Checking in on you, asking if you'd eaten... things that he normally wouldn't do.
"Lo'ak, I am not going to disappear..."
"I..."
- When he is defending Payakan, you follow after Jake and Lo'ak... you hear everything. He runs off and you are standing there, facing Jake Sully. Toruk Makto... and more terrifyingly, the father of your boyfriend.
"Y/N I-... I-"
"Forgive me if I am overstepping...He is trying. He wants to be enough. For you. It... it is not easy."
- When you find him... on that sand dune, the gun thrown to the side, you weep, holding him tight. You do not say anything until Kiri leaves.
"Stay... please stay here... do not leave me... I know it is selfish to speak in such a way... but you... have so much to look forward to... your future is bright... our future is bright. Lo'ak... I see you."
- He is constantly looking to you for approval. He does something and looks to you like 'did you see that? Did you see?'
- He protects. His sisters. His family, his friend, his home. You. He thinks he is a coward. You know he is brave. You are out in the middle of the ocean with the rest of the group, Ao'nung, Rotxo, and Tsireya. He had crossed oceans to find Payakan. To bring him back. Even if it meant being outcast. You admire this quality. He stands up for what he thinks is right.
- "One day you will realize I am not all that. And you will move on to mate with some Olo'keytan."
"Why would I do that when there is one in the making in front of me?"
- Blushes easily. Sometimes you just lay your head on his shoulder and he's turning purple.
- He is his father's son. At the end of the day, he and Jake are so alike you cannot help but laugh. You ask, he does it. Folds immediately. No questions asked.
How they act given their parental issues. Angst. Uhh... kinda
- He doesn't do relationships. That's what he told himself before you.
- When he met you, he thought you were pretty. But no one had ever gotten to date you, you were definitely out of his league. Or so he thought. At least, at first being there when he was beingā¦ well not so great, you barely paid attention.
- But after the mallā¦ after you being there and helpingā¦ and after everythingā¦ he tries. Heās really trying to change, and you notice. So, you two begin to see each other and hang outā¦ that eventually turns into dating.
- He doesn't want to talk about it, he doesn't want to say anything to you about his mom, he refuses to let you come home to meet his family. His dad. He almost refused to meet yours. Because that was serious. And he had never done serious.
- When he breaks and tells you everything, he expects you to laugh. To be grossed out by him showing his emotions, do the awkward face heās come to expect when men and boys express something other than anger. He expects you to leave him. He sits, looking down and away from you... but you don't leave. You sit next to him, and tearfully tell him you're sorry. He tries not to cry.
- You know what, he does cry. Not in that moment but later when no one can see. And eventually he cries in front of you after a really hard day with his dad. He holds onto you, crying into your chest and at one point you hear him mumble that he misses his mom.
- Anxious attachment when he really does like you. He gets scared you're gonna leave at any second. Sees other guys as threats to his happiness. Steve especially. His jealousy stems from the fact he doesn't think he's good enough.
- Not often he fights with you, but that jealousy? Is the cause. Especially since you're friends with Steve. In this timeline of events, so is he, but that doesnāt stop the hot burning jealousy from spilling.
"Yeah I bet Steve is sooo great..."
"Billy cmon y'know I don't want him like that-"
"Sure you don't, that's what-"
"Billy. Y'know you're saying you can't trust me and that you believe I'm unfaithful?"
"I-...I don't mean-..."
- You tell him itās weird Mrs. Wheeler wanted him too. He never saw it that way. And it makes him thinkā¦ a little too hard.
āThatās fucking weird babe.ā
āNot reallyā¦ she was justā¦ I dunno I wanted-ā
āYou are her eldest daughterās age. Sheās pushing 40, you were 17. You were a kid. She knew better.ā
- When he gets mad you take his keys. It pisses him off even more, but you know he drives faster than normal when heās mad.
āIām not a child donāt take my shit!ā
āYouāre acting like one! Iām trying to help!ā
āNo youāre trying to piss me off!ā
āIām trying to keep you alive! I hate when youāre mad! You scare me! It scares me that you drive recklessly already and you do it twice as much when youāre mad and I canāt have another funeral!ā
- That makes him pause. Someone would care. Someone would mourn his absence. Love isnāt supposed to be fights and violence.
- He brings you home. Finally. After months of being together. Not to meet his dad and stepmom, no straight to his room. You take in the posters, the organized chaos. The pictures on his desk. Some of Cali, some of his momā¦ and the strip of pictures from the mall you took in a photo booth. As you look around you realize his posters are of bands mostly, and the modelsā¦ look like you?
- He notices and looks away.
āBilly-ā
āDonāt.ā
āBut they-ā
āAh, what did I just say?ā
āā¦did you do it on purpose?ā
āā¦Maybeā¦ā
And you know that means yes.
- Billy Hargrove is NOT a sex god. When he had hookups, he just went through the motions. There was no intimacy. Sometimes he left feeling emptier than before.
- Before you, he thought it was transactional. Someone wanted him because he was physically attractive, he got to get out for a bit. Then it was done, they would leave, and heād take a long hot shower as if it could wash away the feeling of being just someoneās hookup. Of being dirty.
- Before you, he wouldnāt look anyone in the eyes when hooking up. He wouldnāt face them in fact. Because that made it more real.
- When you end the first date with a smile, and a kiss on his cheek saying something sweet heās shocked.
āThat was really fun. Your taste in music is greatā¦ I hope itās not like aā¦ one time thing?ā
ā¦
āWhat?ā
āLikeā¦ Iād like to do this againā¦ some other timeā¦ if you want.ā
He canāt believe the night isnāt ending in hands grabbing, mouth kissing skin, hunger biting. Itās not what he expects.
āā¦Iādā¦ like that too.ā
- āWhatcha doing there princess?ā
āFixing your shirt.ā
He watches you button it up, softly, gently. Not all the way. The top two button undone. He undoes the third.
āBillyyy-ā
āHey, my shirt my rules. Whyād you want me to look like a square?ā
āNot a square justā¦ itās coldā¦ donāt want you sick.ā
Itās been a while since someone cared about that.
- The first time you reach to touch his face, he flinches and laughs. Acts like itās because of basketball. You donāt believe it. And he hates it. He hates you can see through him.
- Sometimes you need to hear something you donāt want to hear. Sometimes you need to see what you donāt want to see. So after a few days of him picking stupid fights with you, pushing you away literally and figuratively you snap:
āYouāre acting like your father.ā
And thatās why hurts. You never bring up his dad to tear him down but in this instance he needed to hear it.
- Heās trying really hard to break the cycle. Heās trying to be better. And most days are good. But he has a few where he slips.
- Heās bad with words. He noticed your car was making a weird noise and fixed it, pumps your gas, helps you take your groceries inside, carries your bags in the mall. He does it because he needs to feel useful. Like if he is of use to you, you canāt get rid of him. You wouldnātā¦ but heā¦ isnāt thinking like that.
- āShe wouldāve liked youā¦ā
You hum, tracing the linework on his tattoo. āYou think so Billy?ā
āYeahā¦ she wouldāve.ā
- You give him a box. He looks at it suspiciously.
āYou trying to kill me pretty girl?ā
āNooo just open it!ā
Inside is a chain.
āI umā¦ yours for your Saint Christopher necklace broke andā¦ I know you care about it! I just wanted to-ā
You donāt finish your sentence as he kisses your forehead, then your cheeks, your nose, your lips.
āThank you.ā
Heās not used to people noticing things like that.
- He misses the beach. One of the last places with a happy memory. And youāre in fuckall Indiana. But you show him to a lake that has sand. Everyone in the Midwest calls them beaches. Even if you know itās not.
āNow the water isnāt salty, and thereās no wavesā¦ or palm treesā¦ orā¦ anything that makes it a beach at all, Iām realizing the more I say the less itās-ā
āBut you tried.ā He cares more about the gesture than he will ever admit.
