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Prompt Day 15: Let's Talk About That
Word Count: 1000
Rating: T
Pairing: Eddie x Reader
CW: Langauge
Summary: Modern AU - Corroded Coffin hosts a live stream and fans notice you walk through the background
@corrodedcoffinfest
“Nooooo,” you whine, fingers digging into Eddie’s t-shirt to try and pull him closer to you.
“Babe, I have to,” Eddie says through a laugh. But he does give you one last quick kiss. “I’ll come back when the live stream is over, okay?”
“Fine,” you sigh. “I’ll just be waiting here. On your bed. All alone.”
Eddie chuckles and presses a kiss to your forehead. You playfully tug on one of the strands of hair framing his face since the rest is tucked up in a bun.
“You could get something to eat and read the script for the movie your agent got you an audition for.”
“As long as you promise to come back with cuddles and kisses,” you say with a pout.
“Always.” He presses one last kiss to the side of your head before walking toward the door. “We’ll be in the garage.”
“Have fun.”
Eddie joins the rest of the band in the garage, which half of has been made into a studio. Jeff’s leaning on a desk, tapping at his phone when Eddie hears him groan.
“What’s up?” Eddie asks.
“I can’t get this damn thing to work. Keeps saying it can’t load Instagram. Is the site just down?” Jeff looks over his shoulder at the guys.
“Here, lemme see it,” Gareth says, holding his hand out. Jeff gives it over and the youngest member of the band starts trying to get the app to work. “I think it’s just the WiFi in the garage. It’s shitty in here some days.”
“Where else should we do it?” Jeff asks, pushing himself out of the chair.
“Kitchen?” Frank offers. “We can sit on the barstools at the counter.”
“Excellent idea, my friend,” Eddie says, nodding his head in Frank’s direction.
Jeff grabs the tripod and the four guys head back into the house.
Eddie pops the phone into the holder and switches the ring light on.
“Okay, let’s go,” Jeff says as he slips onto one of the stools. “We said we’d start this stream at two and we’re cutting it close.”
The rest of the guys pull their seats in as close as possible while Jeff pulls up Corroded Coffin’s Instagram page and starts up a live video.
“Hey!” Jeff greets. “We’re here.”
“After a few issues,” Gareth adds.
“There’s only one week left before our new album drops,” Jeff continues. “Anyone pre-order it yet?”
A stream of comments starts pouring in faster than any of the guys can read them.
“Whoa, seems like a lot of you have,” Eddie says as he scans them quickly.
“Oh my God,” Gareth says with a laugh. He points to a comment, but it goes too fast before the others can see it. “Someone said, ‘Eddie’s bun is giving sexy librarian.’”
All eyes turn to Eddie and, instantly, all four friends crack up.
“Holy shit, I’d hate to go to that library,” Frank says as the laughter only gets louder.
The guys are making too much noise to hear Eddie’s bedroom door open, but the sound of their laughter instantly makes you smile as you walk to the bathroom at the other end of the hall.
“Oh, that was good,” Gareth says, wiping beneath his eyes to get rid of tears that overflowed.
“Okay,” Jeff says as he catches his breath. “Any questions about the album now?”
His eyes look down to where the messages come in at a mile a minute, but it seems like none of them are talking about the album anymore. Or Eddie’s hair. Now they’re talking about a certain actress they saw walk by in the background of the video.
Was that her?!
Omg what is she doing there
AHHH IS SHE DATING ONE OF THEM?!?!
Eddie feels his muscles tighten as he sees the comments going by. He likes to keep his personal life private. This is no one’s fault though; he told you they were going to be in the garage, not in the house. And what, were you not allowed to go to the bathroom in your boyfriend’s home? No, this was just all one big accident that is now going to lead to speculation and rumors.
“Oh, uh, good question,” Gareth says when one about the album pops up. All four guys have had enough PR training to know they don’t acknowledge the unexpected topic. “We wrote most of these songs for the album, yes, but some are songs that we wrote years ago that just haven’t been released yet.”
Once the live stream ends, Eddie heads back into his room where you’re lounging on his bed, on your phone.
You let it fall to your chest when you see your boyfriend and open your arms for him.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Eddie’s laying down beside you, the two of you wrapped up in one another’s arms.
“How was the stream?”
Your boyfriend chuckles and drops his forehead against yours.
“I can probably find it on the internet already…” He picks your phone up and opens google. A search for news about Corroded Coffin yields the expected result. Eddie chuckles and turns the phone so you can see. “Here.”
Corroded Coffin Star Dating Award Winning Actress? But Which Band Member Is It?!
Your jaw drops and your eyes widen as you click on the article. It’s not long before your eyes catch, “…was seen walking in the background of their latest live stream…”
“Oh my God! No! Eddie, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize that—”
“It’s okay, baby.” Eddie’s grinning as he hugs you even tighter against him. “Honestly, I’m curious for the articles to come out, guessing which one of us you’re with.”
“There’s going to be ones saying I’m dating all of you at the same time, aren't there?”
Eddie laughs and presses his lips to your forehead.
“Probably. But you’re stuck with me, baby. The sexy librarian and the sexy actress.”
You stare at Eddie, laughter slowly creeping in on your utter confusion.
“What?!”
°𝄞 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 °𝄞
☆ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚘 ☆
"I'm from the future"
♬♪ 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ♬♪
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✶࿐ Summary : now, that you're in the past, can you able to make the future for better or for worse?
✶࿐ Word Count : honestly, no idea
✶࿐ Warnings : 18+ Eddie Munson x Future!FEM!reader, cursing, reader is adjusting in the new environment, comedy, sci-fic, time travel, set in 1986, reader lives in 2024, toxic point of view of religion, slight panic attack, erm- not going to spoil anything but yeah 👀
✶࿐ What to Expect : fluff at the start.....angst at the end hehe
✶࿐ Note To Reader : I can't believe y'all enjoyed part one of this series! I seriously cannot wait for it all to lay it out here for you guys to read! 🥺🫶🏻✨
✶࿐ Author Note : reminder that this series is inspired from my favorite TV shows/films and I just simply incorporated them all together and of course, my touch to make it an original work of mine! so, this is very special to me! I hope y'all liked this one again 💗
𓆩♱𓆪 𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𓆩♱𓆪
❦ 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙖'𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙚 ❦
A faint sound of "Madonna - Live To Tell" is playing through your walkman that is Chrissy kept holding onto it, she wrap her arms around herself, worry is still evident in her eyes
Eddie is sitting beside her as his knees bopping up and down as he twists his rings anxiously
After pacing in front of them for a while, you sat in front of them
You don't know what to say to them
You know they don't know what else to say too
After what just happened
You sigh as you try to muster up, "We need to call Dustin"
Eddie slowly raises his head up to look at you
"Henderson?" He asks in question
"Yes, we need to talk to him" you nod as you looked around for a telephone
Chrissy tries to give back your walkman but you stop her "You still need that, just keep it to yourself for a while"
She purses both of her lips as she softly mutters "Okay"
"Why do you want to talk to him and also how did you know him?"
"That's....a lot of explanation to tell"
All of you got startled from the sudden knock at the door and all of you got alerted looks from each other
Eddie is the one who stood up but you tell him to stay put as you slowly walk up to open the door
"Max?"
The red haired girl furrows her brows at you, "Who are you?"
Eddie ran up to your side, "Oh, hey, red"
She darts eyes at you and back to him as she let pushes herself in the way to get inside
She saw Chrissy who is now standing as she twiddles with her thumbs
She shakes her head in confusion "I heard screaming outside and uh...." She trails off and averted her eyes elsewhere
You know what she's trying to say, so, you tell her
"Max, I think they both have an idea of what's exactly is going on here"
She squints her eyes at you as she ignores your words, "Eddie, who is she?"
"I-" he got cut off
"How in the world she knows my name when I haven't even seen her around here before" she crossed both of her arms as she became guarded in your presence
"She saved me"
Max turns her back at you to look at Chrissy, "What?"
"She saved my life"
"From who?"
"Vecna"
"Can we not mention that name?" Eddie winces as he get the creeps just by hearing that name again
"Okay, you need to talk" Max stomps towards to Eddie and aimed her finger at him
"Why are you pointing at me when I also have no idea who she is!" He defends himself as he exaggeratedly gestures his hands and arms at you
"Before I get to start talking we must call Dustin first" you ignore their banter as you headed at the telephone
Eddie is dumbfounded that you knew his phone number and Max raised both of her eyebrows
Chrissy clears her throat as she approached them stealing their attention away from you
"I think I need you to fill you in about her" she says to Max who is now intrigued by you
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"So, you're telling me that she knew what you're seeing something while in a trance?" Max is trying to connect all of the puzzles together as she starts realizing a little bit that she gets the same symptoms that Chrissy has
"Yeah" she softly answers as she glanced at you and Eddie by the telephone
"And she knows how to prevent it?" Max gestures to you as she couldn't believe that you knew about....oh, she hopes that you're thinking the same thing as her since they've kept this as a secret
Chrissy nods as she deeply sighs as she leans backward in the couch
Max kept a serious face as she slowly processing the information that Chrissy told her
"He's not answering the phone" you sigh as you put back the phone on its place
"Of course, he doesn't, it's literally 9pm?" Max tries to reason with you as she points at the clock but you're not giving up
"We need to come over to his house" you start picking up your bag as you walk past to Eddie who is freaking out following you
"What? Are you crazy-" he exclaims but you cut him off with a deadpan stare
"Do you want my help or not?" You massage your forehead in annoyance as you raised both of your brows at him
Eddie looked behind him, where Chrissy and Max already stepped out to his trailer as he groans and start to get his van keys
He parked the van on the side of the road as all of you stare at Dustin's house, the living room is still has a light beam which means the TV is still on as it peaks through the window
"What now?" Max asks as she watches you step outside of the van, Chrissy kept her eyes on you
Eddie turns off the engine quickly as he jogs over to catch up with you
Before he asks you on what to do, you say "Throw rocks at Dustin's window" you whisper
"What- why me???" He whisper-shout as you picked up the small rocks and places them into his palm
"It's because when he sees you, he'll come by on an instant without hesitation"
You looked over at Eddie's van as you saw Max and Chrissy walking outside heading towards at you both
"Tell him to come over at their garage"
"Wait-"
Before he can say anything else, you're already with Max and Chrissy who are now entering Dustin's garage
He sighs as he starts throwing the small rocks into Dustin's window
"Isn't this trespassing?" Max questions you as Chrissy looked at you thinking the same thing
You halted for a second, but still continue to enter inside
"At times like this, we can't think about that now" you say as all of you succeeded stepping inside with discretion as you wait for them
Eddie throw 2 and 3 more small rocks at window as he curses under his breath
"Come on, Henderson, wake up, open the light" he muttered as he throws the last one
As if he can hear his words and it did turn on the lamp to his room as he can see the silhouette of his young friend walking towards the window
Dustin glanced at his digital clock as he grumbles, "It's almost 10pm, my god- if this is Mike, I'm gonna punch- what- Eddie?"
"Come over to your garage" he whispers as he kept his voice to minimum
"Wha-what are you doing-" he whispers back with a confusion sitting on his face
"Just come over to your garage" he said it with a stern demanding voice as he disappears in Dustin's line of sight
Dustin quickly removed his robe and starts wearing his long sleeve shirt as he quietly walked down the stairs but for some reason he stares at his walkie-talkie and grabs it before he leaves his room
He sees his mother asleep on the couch as the TV is still on as he carefully crosses the room behind her
When he enters at the garage, he is so extremely confused at the group of people that he is seeing right before his very eyes
Eddie, Chrissy, Max and.....you?
"I know this is a lot to take in but we don't have much time" you say as you walk closer to him
Dustin pulled his brows together at you as he looked at Eddie in question
His metalhead friend sighs, "I introduce you to the mysterious girl that I encountered earlier in the woods"
"Alright, Dustin's is here, now, tell us" Max voice is firm as she looked at you curiously
"Tell us what?" Dustin asks as he looks at everyone in the room
"She's not from around here" Chrissy told him as she awaits for your answer
"So, what- if she lives outside of Hawkins?" Eddie's face crumpled as he shakes his head aggressively
"Not like that exactly-" you got stopped when your phone rang as you start fishing out of your pocket
All of them jumped at the non-stop ringing sound on whatever that was and all of them looked everywhere where that is coming from
You open up your phone as you swiped down to your notifs
90+ unread messages
65+ missed calls from Veronica
As you start checking everything that is going on your phone, you forgot to look at the people in front of you who is now jaw dropped of what they just saw that you're holding in your hand
"Okay, so- uh- don't panic, that's just the sound.....of my phone" you close off your phone as you slowly raise your head and saw their shocked faces as you look at them bewildered
As they kept darting their eyes on you and to your phone
You flash them a tight-lipped smile as you finally declare
"I'm from the future"
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You told them everything from the very beginning on how you ended up stuck in here
But, you saved the other mishaps that happened before you got transported in this world
You really don't want to mention about your personal matters and well, if they ask what will happen next.... you don't want them to freak out and panic
"So, that's what brings you here?" Dustin points at the cassette tape that you're holding
"Yeah" you answer with your head hang low
"And you live in 2024?" Max leans closer to you as you could see the confusion swirling to her eyes
"How old are you?" Chrissy asks as she analyzes your features
"I'm only 20" you step back when they're invading your personal space but you can't help but to also understand their curiosity
"And your shirt?" Eddie gestures to your acid wash grayish nirvana long sleeve
You look down at your shirt, "Oh, they're a band from the 1990's, they're grunge era"
"What's grunge?" He piques interest as he asks again
"It's a music genre" you watch as Eddie eyes go big as he wants to learn more about the music in the future
You chuckle to yourself to his reaction, as much as you love music, there's only a few music artists that you adore today, you will always go back to the classics which where most of these kids that you are with, that's the era that they grew up
You know Eddie will be disappointed if he knew how horrible music today is
Music nowadays has lost its soul
"Do you have any siblings?" Dustin asks you again as you feel like you're being interviewed
"No, it's just me" you answer feeling tired to all of this
All of them are surrounding you and you feel overwhelmed from every question they asked
Before they can ask again and you know it will take longer than usual if you don't stop them
"Okay, guys, as much as I wanted to answer everything, y'all missing the point of why I've gathered all of you in here" you tiredly sigh as you lean your back against the wall
"Right, right" Eddie shakily runs his hair through his finger as he steps beside you which you got surprised by his sudden close to you but you brushed it off
Max nudges her head to Dustin and Chrissy to follow suit in the corner of the room
You glanced at the kids are still talking privately, you noticed that Eddie didn't stop being fidgety as you ask him politely
"You okay?"
"Hm?"
"I said if you're okay, you seem so tense"
He stares at you as he sees the genuine care in your eyes as he speaks the truth
"I-I don't know?" He sighs, "I feel uneasy ever since you told something about me in the woods"
Oh snap
You straighten yourself, "I'm sorry, that's why I just can't say outwardly of what will happen next"
He nods as he swallows the nervousness that is crawling back inside of him
"But you'll be okay, Eddie" you give him an endearing smile
A smile that is supposed to be foreign for him but it doesn't
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because I'm here"
Your small talk with Eddie has cut off when Dustin runs to talk to you
"You know about the upside down?!?"
Eddie looks at him in confusion as he shoots his eyes back at you
You glanced at the metalhead and back at the kid who is trying to pick up the pieces together or else he will blow up anytime soon
Max who is standing beside Dustin who is anticipating the answer that will come out from your lips
"Yes"
You saw the way Max's eyebrows twitched and Dustin that you swore his body took a goddamn screenshot
He is really a expressive young boy just like Steve said when you attended one of his meetings about the dark side of Hawkins
"H-How?-" Dustin stutters as his mind goes to mush as you continue to explain
"Everybody in Hawkins knew about the upside down when an earthquake happened"
"What?" Max steps forward to you as all of them look at you in shock
"Many people thought it was just an earthquake but they were wrong when the upside down takes over at Hawkins" you shift in your stance as you feel the heavy weight eating you up at the next questions that you wanted to avoid
"Is it about to happen anytime soon?" Chrissy asks and you can't miss the hint of fear in her voice
You looked directly at Eddie and to Chrissy who is waiting for your answer as you break off the eye contact at them
"I-I would rather not say"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Max exclaims as she frowns at you
You walk out of the garage, your chest heaves as you try to breath out as you glanced over your shoulder
Dustin catches your discomfort as he tries to hold off Max who is tailing behind you
You can see the heated expression on the red-headed girl, you're really trying so hard not to crumble but Max is not helping
Eddie and Chrissy looked at each other, the color from your face is gone as it turns to pale
"That is so bullshit! You came here telling us that you're from the future and now you won't even tell us what's going to happen?!? What are you trying to protect?!?" She angrily shouts at you not even caring if some of the neighbors heard it
"Max, stop being so hostile-" Dustin tried to pull her away from you so she couldn't reach you but she snatches her arm away from Dustin's grip as he groaned, he gave you an apologetic look for a second as he continues to give you some space
Chrissy can sense that you're about to explode from the way your hands starts to shake as she nudges Eddie to check on you but it was too late
"Because I know somebody died!" You turn around to face them as you yell the words that you wanted to keep it to yourself
Max's face turns to worrisome into mere seconds as if she wasn't having it moments ago
Dustin's lips were apart as he looked over at Eddie who is now looking at him in concern as Chrissy eyes stings from the tears that forming in her lashline
"W-What" Max stumbles back as she couldn't comprehend of the words that you just said
"It's March 21 1986 today and if I wasn't here, somebody else would've been dead, okay?" You sniffle as you hiccuped in your own tears
"The case was so horrendous that it's still talked about after so many years later because t-they just won't believe that Vecna did it not someone else who is innocent"
Max is dumbfounded as she listens to you
"What do you mean?" Dustin genuinely asks as he takes in your shaken state
"Somebody else got involved it and they all blamed on that person"
"it's me, isn't it?" Chrissy's voice sounds so broken as you looked at her in worry
You slowly nod as she let her tears fall, even she is scared of this revelation she managed to give you a smile, "I know why you couldn't just tell us" she wipes the tears from her face with her fingers
"Because you we're afraid if things go backwards" she adds as she nods in understanding
You heard everyone audibly gasped to this as you let the words slip right through you, "I was petrified to say it to you, so, my apologies" you shakily swipe the tears rolling down from your cheeks
"Oh my god" Eddie places both of his hands on the sides of his mouth as he looked at you and Chrissy
"I think we got enough for tonight" Dustin clasps both of his hands together as he checked his watch, it is getting so late
"Wait, before you guys go, can we meet up again tomorrow?" You ask nicely as Dustin tugs up a smile on the sides of his lips
"Sure, you could have this" Dustin walks towards you to hand out the walkie-talkie but before you can protest, "Don't worry, I have another one in my room"
"Chrissy, please kept my walkman close to you and I think you shouldn't let anyone know about anything of this because-" you carefully explain it to her until she finishes the last sentences of your words
"No one will believe it, I know" she says as she nods
"I-I'm sorry" Max softly apologizes to you as she couldn't even look at you anymore
Who would've thought you could intimidate the Max Mayfield, when she was the fiercest member of the group? even at 2024 she never lost it, you learned about her personality and you know how serious she is when it's about her protecting her loved ones
Your eyes crinkle in empathy as you looked at her as you placed your palm on her shoulder, "I know and it's alright, I mean- who am I to be believed in right? I'm just a stranger to you that just pop out of the blue" making the young girl in front of you grew a smile on her face
"Not anymore to me" Chrissy speaks up which makes you chuckle in amusement
When everyone bid their goodbye's, you're harrowing at the thought of where you could stay in for the night
When you have absolutely nowhere to go home to since you're in another time
When Eddie gets back from the gasoline station to fill up the tank from his van, he sees you distressed as you try to mask it as if you were truly okay
"Do you have any place to stay?" He asks as he enters inside to sit on the driver's seat and closes the door as he kept his eyes on you
You stare at him and you see the mindfulness on his eyes as he patiently wait for your answer
"The truth is I don't know yet but I'll figure something out"
"I ain't gonna let you travel around Hawkins at this hour especially when that V-Man is at its height"
"V-man?"
"The guy from Chrissy's trance"
You looked at him in deadpan stare as he huffs at your face as he turns on the engine, "Welp, okay, that's a bad joke-" he starts to ramble as you finally let out the cackle that is building up inside of you
He doesn't know what it is, he knows that he only knew you earlier but somehow he feels sheltered around you
He even likes to bottle up the cutest laughter so he could treasure it forever
"Wow, I made you laugh" he says as he continues watching you as he nodding along at the same time as your laughter died down
"Not to boost up your ego but you really did" you giggle as you tuck your hair behind your ear
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"Milady" he dramatically bows to you as he opens the door for you letting you first inside
You chortled as you walked forward, "Oh"
"Oh? Is that a good "Oh" or a bad "Oh" he questions but not without the mischief on his eyes
Why does it feel natural to talk to him as if he only met you earlier? Your feelings never faltered whenever you stepped into their abandoned trailer, it's still the same whatever year it is
It feels like home
You smile as you shake your head at him, "Not a bad "Oh" you dork, I just feel....safe" you mindlessly admit it as you let your eyes roam across the room
You missed the way his eyes softens, "But pardon me for asking this, do you have a name?"
He laughs the way your eyes go big that you forgot yet again to mention your name, "It's Y/N"
"Y/N" he says your name as he nods to you
Fuck, your name sounds so good when you hear him saying it
"I'm going to get some clean blankets, so, we can both finally rest" he awkwardly almost fell down to the floor when he starts to walk backwards, sighing in relief that you didn't saw his mistake
"Okay" you say without looking at him but a amused smile is written on your lips as you got fascinated at the mug collection that is displayed on the shelf that sticks to the wall
That's where the melatonin in your brain takes you, the moment your eyes fell down to the couch
You yawn as tears begins to form in your waterline as you lay on the couch and literally passed out to a deep sleep that you can't even fight it anymore
"Thank god, I have another pair of.....clean toothbrush" he panicked slightly when he loses the sight of you but when he heard the soft snores, he clutches to his heart when he sees you laying down beautifully on his couch
Your hair is spread out elegantly, honest to god, he swore to himself that you look like an absolute princess despite the modern clothes that you're wearing
He catches himself smiling down at you and he thinks to himself "Stop being weird" he brushes at the thought that he thinks you're pretty
He carefully held your head and along with your body into a bridal style, if you're awake right now you will be absolutely loosing your marbles
The time when he's carrying you in his arms, he got himself staring at you again, you even snuggled closer to him as his cheeks burns to a deep red color to your sudden action as he gulped nervously
He had a few crushes here and there at school but they always took it down or just laugh on his face as he walks away in humiliation
But he had never
Ever had a girl in his trailer or even on his life this close
He took in a deep inhale through his nose as he softly muttered, "Get yourself together, Munson"
He left his bedroom door open as he kneels down to put you down on his bed as you immediately get comforted by the soft mattress
He curses himself out again when he noticed that he's smiling because of you, he unfolded the blanket that he was about to give it to you earlier, he tucks you in, you sigh in content
He looks at you for one last time, before he exits his room but the moment he steps away, you took his wrist making him startle, you're sleep talking
"He's not a bad person" your eyebrows furrow as if someone else is inside your mind
"Don't arrest him"
"Please, don't take him"
"He's innocent"
He listens to your pleas as he automatically rubs circles to your shoulder when he sees you crying in your sleep
His eyes went instantly large when he doesn't know what to do, making himself to be beside you on his bed as he sits up and brings you closer to him holding you tightly as he squeezes your hands for reassurance
"I'm here, Y/N" he wrap his arms around you when you couldn't stop calming down, you're shaking and murmuring every word that he doesn't understand but he doesn't care at this point
He wants you to be okay, he won't rest until you're stable enough to be asleep peacefully
When he saw your breathing steadily, he sighs as the sleep begins to cover him as well
He blinks so much to fight off the sleep to watch you if you're truly okay
"Don't leave me" it's the last thing you ever said, your voice sounds so small and broken as you hug him tight afraid that he might disappear
"I won't, Y/N" he says to you as he crashes out of slumber
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"Honey?"
"Yeah?"
"It's for you"
Chrissy was about to climb up through the stairs heading towards her room and she nervously walk down through the telephone as she slowly raises the phone to her ear
"Hello?"
"Hey, baby, I'm sorry to wake you up, I've been trying to call you since your cheerleading practice is over at 7pm right?"
"Y-Yeah"
"Where were you? Did you got home safely?"
"Yes, The girls wanted to extend it, so-"
"Oh, that's why your parents told me you got home late this evening"
"Yeah" she starts to chip off the leftover nail polish out of anxiety bubbling up to her senses as she wants to hang up
She knows even her own boyfriend won't believe her what happened tonight, even your words didn't left her mind not one bit
"Are you okay, Chrissy?" She flinches when she heard his voice in the telephone
She even feels guilty at this point of not telling the truth to him, but he does have flaws to fill up the void of what isn't enough, he doesn't even fulfill his duty to be her boyfriend
She knows that she will be judged if she open up to his boyfriend, it's like he always say to others "Just pray to God, you will be fine" she overheard from his basketball playmates at school, she knows at some situations that he is right at that but this?
This means something else, she wanted him to be there for at all times without judgement, she wants her to accept that sometimes all we needed is someone else to listen in our life that understands us that is willingly to listen whatever is clouding up to her brain without the thought of being ashamed for it
"Chrissy? Are you there?" He asks yet again snapping out her thoughts to his voice
"Huh? yeah, I'm still here" she swallows the lump on her throat as she exhales
"Listen, uh- I think I should go"
"Of course, baby, goodnight, I love you"
"I love you too"
After Jason hangs up the phone and places back where it belongs, one of his varsity friends comes over to him
"Man, you're not going to believe this" he is absolutely surprised to this scoop that he finds out from one of Chrissy's classmates
"What is it, Patrick?" He unenthusiastically asks as he hops down at the stool to straighten himself up
"Chrissy went with Eddie Munson to his van after the cheerleader's practice"
"What?!?"
Unbeknownst to them, one of their playmates heard this as he begins to ponder of his decisions of joining this group after they just literally won the basketball championship game earlier
Why do they care so much about Eddie Munson, when they could just celebrate their win?
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sweet talkin’
✎ elementary-teacher!reader (miss.honey) x biker!benny 🏍️
summary: in which “uncle benny” picks up johnny’s girls from school and finds some honey along the way ;)
warnings: not much of anything besides talks of danger & some side eyes from on-lookers. an absolute fluff cake of a piece really. enjoy! x
author’s note: ngl there is some inaccuracies. i fully made up locations & such. never been to chicago or illinois even, but maybe someday :)
word count: 2.8k
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You remember it like it was yesterday, the very first time you met Benny Cross. Ironically, it was one of those sticky sweet days in June, just before the start of summer ‘65. The Chicago heat was hard to beat in the cramped little classroom you worked in on Phipps Avenue. Your third graders were all flushed faces with curly cues frizzing about, and their red little cheeks burned in exhaustion. It was no surprise that you lost their ears to the tsk tsk tsk of sprinklers swirling about on the school grounds. Even though the principle was against it, you were rather relieved to see your students running about the wet grass come dismissal.
It was a lovely reprieve, truly to be out of the shoe box you worked in at the end of the day. Sure, the heat hadn’t let up. It was awfully sweltering passing clammy hand to clammy hand to their designated pick up person. But you loved being a teacher. Moreseo you loved those sweet turned up smiles that graced those baby faces of your students as they chatted about their after school plans. Heading down to the local pool or picking up a firecracker pop at the corner store was such a sweet treat. It made you miss being that young again, finding hidden treasures through the little bits of life.
You moved like clockwork during dismissal, attentive as you made small talk with parents and hugged your students goodbye. The pick of the cycle was usually smooth on your part. You knew who tended to be retrieved right away and who was left hanging, so it took you by a hint of surprise when you found yourself still hand in hand with Mr. and Mrs. Davis’s little girls.
You knew the Davis’s well — as well as anyone could holding residence in the quaint village of McCook, Illinois. Mr. Davis and his wife Betty were perishoners at the local church you frequented with your Ma and Pa. St. Caron’s on the corner of Rose and Dawn. You’d see them all together in their Sunday best, the kids in puff pastry kind-of dresses packed together in a pew with their Ma, while their Pa was mulling about in his pressed suit and tie. There was no trace of the Vandals you’d come to know, the Johnny that would be amplified under that some-what imposterous clean cut demeanor. You’d see him solemn as ever ushering pew to pew with the collections basket for the poor and at communion during the mass.
Yet, if you had to name one thing that complimented Johnny to Mr. Davis, it had to be his consistency with being on time. Never once was he ever late to church. 12pm sharp he’d be looking at his watch, waitin’ for the priest and deacon to do their thang. The same applied for his children and their respected school schedule.
It took you a moment to remember the note from the office that was sent up in the afternoon. In your defense, mastering concentration in this heat proved almost impossible. Until it wasn’t. You could see the lovely writing of the secretary with that neat cursive of hers in the back of your mind, reminding you that the Davis girls would be picked up by their Uncle Benny come dismissal.
That would explain it, you thought. But would it really? Fathoming a member of Mr. Davis’s family not being as meticulous as him? You momentarily wondered how the man would react to such a thing as being late. You were sure it wasn’t in his vocabulary by any means.
Your fingers, engulfing the petite ones of the Davis girls, squeezed their hands reassuringly. “M’sure your Uncle Benny will be here any moment.” Neither of them said anything as you glanced between the two flanked at your sides, little eyelashes blinking up at you without a care in the world. And here you thought they would be just as anal-retentive as their father.
They weren’t.
Since the school yard was becoming less compact with people, and the principle put an end to the fun with the sprinklers, you figured some chit-chat wouldn't hurt to keep them occupied. “You girls have any fun afternoon plans?”
The Davis girl on the right, taller, darker hair, lookin’ far too much like her father — a carbon copy if you will — spoke up then. “Yes! Uncle Benny is takin’ us to a picnic. Gonna see Daddy race his bike, Miss. Honey.”
A bike race, huh? You couldn’t remember seeing anything in the McCook weekly papers ‘bout an upcoming cycling event. But, hey maybe you happened to miss it on your skim of the thing, when your Pa just so happened to put it down for a second durin’ dinner.
“Well, ain’t that sweet!” You chirped, smiling brightly at the girls with genuine excitement in your eyes. “Sure it’ll be tons of fun.”
“S’not when Daddy gets all muddy.” The smaller girl, the one that looked more like her mother. Lighter hair and lighter eyes said. Her tiny face contorted into a grimace.
Muddy? Weren’t cycling races on the roads?
Surely the town would block off the streets like they did for those celebratory parades. The little one was probably exaggerating.
“Aw,” you hummed, a frown dousing your features. “M’sure your Pa is just real dedicated, y’know?” You tried to bring out the bright side for your student. “S’like when you buy a fresh book and worry about those pages dentin’. Y’won’t know if you like it if you don’t read it, right?” The girls nodded. “Dentin’ the pages just goes to show all that love you had for that book while readin’ it.”
“I guess…” The Davis girl shrugged, tiny fingers wrapping about the strap of her pretty pink backpack. Seemingly, she wasn’t as impressed as her sister to the right.
You were gonna change the subject. Gonna start chatting ‘bout something else, when a twist of tiers against the pavement sent a squeak across the air. Your mother-hen instincts kicked in instantly, protective hands pulling the girls behind you without a second thought. All heads turned simultaneously to the intrusion on the road, expecting the worst. Expecting a crash of sorts. But no, there was no crash, just a slick car pulling abruptly up against the sidewalk and jerking to a startling stop. One that could only be equated to the driver going far above the speed limit in a school zone.
It went quiet. Far too quiet as the lot of remaining faculty, students, and parents alike kept their eyes peeled back sharply at the reckless driver. Funnily enough the attentive stares of onlookers could have very well been just as bad as those witnessing an actual crash.
You weren’t any better than the rest, collecting snap shot after snap shot like a roll of consecutive film. You could still hear the engine cutting out, the door swinging open and closing with a solid flick of his wrist. A wrist that would do far worse to you in the bedroom. Far worse in the eyes of your religious upbringing, but would feel too holy to you to be considered a sin.
You only caught a glance of him for a second until his back was facing towards you, thick white letters staking his claim with a skull and crossbones for the Chicago Vandals on his cut down vest.
You’d heard a thing or two about those motorcycle men. Your father ranting and raving about the disturbances near route 95 and police chases. But never, had you ever seen one of them in the flesh up close and personal. A shrill of unprecedented delight shot up your spine at the colorful sight, no longer reserved to those blurry black and white paper cuttings.
Stopping in his tracks, you figured his car must have broken down or somethin’ – but no. He was putting out his cigarette with his worn down boot before making his way over to you, and oh he had his eye on you alright.
A relative unease wahed across the school yard, harder than the obvious heat wave as he sauntered across without a care in the world. As if dozens of heads weren’t makin’ disgusted faces and whispering about. Yet a clear intimidation set over them, people stepping out of the way without a word as if he was a Bible figure. Like Moses parting the red sea.
“Uncle Benny!” One of them chirped. Who you didn’t know, couldn’t know with the sudden flush creeping against your cheeks. Your heart dropped to your stomach once you realized who it was and that the man himself with dirty blonde scruff, calloused fingers, and a black inked layer over a honey toned canvas was makin’ a beeline to you. A beeline to you and the girls.
It was the taller Davis girl that must have called out his name, cause suddenly she was pulling you and her sister forward to meet Benny half way. You almost tripped down the stairs within the broken bubble of her excitement. Barely having a moment’s notice to collect yourself, you found your pristine baby pink ballet flats toe to toe with some scruffed up biker boots that had seen better days. You managed a breath before you looked up and boy were you glad you did.
The wind was practically knocked clean out of you when you were caught face to face with the Benny Cross. It wasn’t because you were scared of him — no. You were more taken aback with how pretty he was. How his deeply set ocean eyes managed to speak volumes without saying a word.
And suddenly, on the front steps of Phipps Avenue School you felt seen. More seen than you had ever felt in your life. He wasn’t the only one sticking out like the sorest of thumbs. So were you with your baby pink tank to match your shoes and beat the heat with your signature embroidered denim overall dress. Hair up and out of your face, loose honey curls frizzing about. Your kitsch tastes and unpolished attire were rather baffling for the picturesque depiction gracing the magazines your Ma read at the salon.
Some would say you were lost somewhere in Neverland. Lots of your fellow teachers would crack jokes here and there ‘bout it too. Sure, on a bad day and jab or two could get to you — but hey you liked what you liked and you weren’t gonna change that. Not for anybody. Not even for your Ma or Pa who grimaced at your bedazzled pins wedged into your messy curls during Sunday mass.
So Benny, well who were you to judge him?
“Hi, you must be Uncle Benny,” you greeted the brood of a man in front of you, flexing a sweet-like-honey smile that was just oh-so-you. You let go of the Johnny look-a-likes hand then, allowing her to wrap her small self around Benny’s leg in pure delight to see him as you outstretched your hand in a shake. To your dismay, he didn’t take it. Instead, his free hand that wasn’t mushing up Johnny’s girls dark locks as he patted her head fished for his pack of Marlboro reds in his vest pocket. That didn’t stop you from introducing yourself though. “I’m Miss. Honey.”
He gave you once over, eyes tracing you from head to toe before the edge of his lip tweaked up in a sly smile. “Honey, huh?” He mused, that deep set voice of his, thick and smokey sweetin’ up something deep inside you.
Dropping your hand back down against your dress, the material felt rather rough on your clammy skin. “Yuh-huh.” You nodded, that tight smile of yours making your eyes twitch just a bit.
A fresh cigarette materialized between his teeth then, unlit. A strange courtesy you found rather charming on the midst of educational grounds. “Hm,” he hummed, the narrow cylinder vibrating against his lips as his eyes devoured you a second time. Yet, you figured he was more unimpressed. Most were anyways.
“Benny! Benny! Can we go see Daddy now?” The girl wrapped around his leg yanked his belt loop with a small finger. The little one was still at your side, hand in hand with you. It was kind of amusin’ how different the two were. It was simple figuring out who was the bigger Daddy’s girl of the two.
“In a ‘inute, sweet-art,” he mumbled, that cigarette of his disrupting any fully coherent sentence from spillin’ out. “C’mere ‘ittle one,” he motioned to the shorter girl who was rather uninterested in leaving. In the midst of your conversation, she managed to keep her hand raised, keeping herself conjoined to you as she sat down on the bottom step in complete and utter protest.
“Don’t wanna.” She pouted down at her bunny tied saddle shoes that matched her pretty little pick-tails.
In a sense, you couldn’t blame her. Now it was all adding up. What was really going on. This wasn’t just some run of the mill village cycling marathon. This was a Vandals bike race.
Any other teacher would have probably made a stink, called the parents in for a sit down with the principal over infiltrating their kids in a biker environment infused with criminal records. But, you weren’t like that — no. Especially when you’d see a child’s eyes light up with so much delight. It was clear that Mr. Davis’s look-a-like was really proud of her father. Who could blame her? Respected throughout the community, a family man who put his all into a trucking' job.
A picnic with some bike racin’ wouldn’t be so bad, right?
Not with Mr. Davis involved.
So, you gave the benefit of the doubt. Sure, it could have been for all those reasons that were swarming about your head, but in actuality your heart was working double time over your mind. The image of the Davis girl clinging to Benny’s leg had teddy bear written all over it, giving you all the sweet talkin’ you’d need. Ironically enough, in due time that soft side of him would turn into plushy lovin’ reserved just for you.
“Lemme,” you mouthed to Benny before getting down to the little one’s level. Flattening out your skirt you took a seat next to her and rested both hands over her own in her lap. “Remember when we were talkin’ about a good book? Dentin’ the pages?” The girl nodded, but didn’t meet your eye. Instead, Benny doing the opposite, his eyes practically grilled onto your peripheral vision. “Well, sometimes if we are too protective of it. Too keen on keeping it all in tack, we’ll never learn not to and we’ll just be more and more disappointed when we come across a little crack we never created in the first place. We may not like it, but it’s there, and there is so much love there.” You squeeze the little girl’s hand. “Just like your old man racin’. You may not like it, but he does, and that’s quite alright. You know why?”
“Why?” She looked up at you then, little doe eyes attentive as ever, clinging onto your every word. It was times like this that reminded you why you were a teacher.
“‘Cause you love him,” You replied, tilting your head ever-so subtly to observe her reaction.
And oh did Benny love you. He didn’t know it then. Couldn’t fully compartmentalize it until later. Yet, unbeknownst to you, it was one of the first of what would become many of Benny's thoughts on how damn good of a teacher you were, how fine of a wife you’d make, and how sweet of a mother you’d be.
Thankfully, your words must have resonated with her. It only took a moment for those delightful dimples of hers to grace her little features before her lips turned up in a sweet smile. “We gotta go Uncle Benny!” The girl declared suddenly, standing up straight with a whole new attitude. You were glad to supply the optimism. That’s what you were all about. That was the lesson you hoped to instill to your students the most.
You couldn’t help but smile yourself, feeling like a warm blanket was being draped over your shoulders soundly. Not uncomfortable. Not contributing to the intolerable heat wave. You’d only been in your second year of teaching, but hey — small victories like this made it worth it. Make yourself proud of yourself, even if you couldn’t find such gratitude from others.
Little did you know, Benny — he was so fuckin’ proud. Proud to see you spreading such honey-coated wisdom to a youngin’. And there on the steep steps of Phipps Avenue school as the little one wrapped her arms around you and thanked you profusely before grabbing Benny’s hand and heading to Johnny’s car, he found his mission.
You were gonna be his wife.
He was sure of it.
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basketball!rafe knew he needed you the moment he set eyes on you once more in that hotel bar.
personally, you thought he might’ve been a nobody on first glance. a really handsome nobody, so he couldn’t have actually been a nobody — but it was the intrigue that drew you in regardless. to set the scene, you didn’t have to go far to find him, no — this was the fanciest hotel in your hometown and you were there alone. something about getting all dressed up and then your friends cancelling last minute, it didn’t matter — it felt like so long ago that you’d forgotten all about it. all you remember was seeing the handsome nobody in a t-shirt and a cap strolling up to the bar.
it was only after doing a double take, you realised the nobody was rafe cameron.
now you’d already known rafe from the obx. distantly, of course — a couple of parties here and there, some lingering glances when you were convinced he was a fuck boy. he was apparently a little unhinged back in the day, but after his dad died he fixed his shit and went pro with basketball, making it big. like mentioned, you weren’t friends, merely acquaintances with the boy a couple of years your senior— but he’d always been someone you saw get their shit together and think, you know what? good for him i guess.
now rafe remembers his history with you differently. apparently, he used to shoot hoops with your older brother in your backyard with a few other friends back when they were younger. still a casual hobby for rafe, and playing it anywhere else but a kook’s backyard might’ve looked too poguey for him to be caught partaking in. at the end of the day, golf was meant to be his sport. it was fitting and low maintenance. basketball took the cake everytime however— helping him mentally in more ways than anyone could imagine.
anyway, he remembers you — a lot younger than you are now, flip flops slapping along the patio as you arrive on destination — mouthing off to your big brother about bouncing the ball too loudly off your wall or spending all the money your mother had left for pizza on the counter. you were this tiny mouthy weapon, even having the infamous rafe cameron snickering down at his shoes as your brother whined back at you, trying to shoo you back inside. he recalls even catching a couple of strays, your shrill youthful voice referring to the eldest cameron as a ‘lanky meathead’.
“jesus, you gotta keep your sisters mouth in check dude. gonna grow up n’get her in trouble n’shit.” he’d shake his head as you’d waddle back inside, bouncing the ball and shooting. after that it was just parties as you grew up, seeing a familiar pretty face through a coked out haze and thinking ‘who’s that again?’ in passing or overhearing you talking to your friends, still carrying that same slick mouth that you only got away with because you were so hot.
only now, he’s staring across this dimly lit hotel bar, the first time in a while that he’d been back in his hometown and there you are — staring back at him, a face he’d never forget except you’re all grown up now— practically spilling out that slinky little dress and acting as a magnet, his feet dragging him over to you before his drink had even arrived from the bartender.
not even five minutes into conversation and it’s abundantly clear that you’re still that spoiled little cheerleader he knew once upon a time, only this time you’re tilting your head to the side with your brows furrowed in confusion that bordered on disinterest when he tried to explain what happened in his most recent game. you weren’t here to talk about that and it showed, leaning over your margarita to adjust his expensive looking chain, pulling it to sit above his tshirt instead of tucked beneath, cutting him off to question “so you knew my brother, right?” he liked that directness about you. the fact you kinda seemed like a bitch. it was a challenge, the urge to tame and rough someone up still very much sat at the surface of his wants and desires.
once a spoiled brat — always a spoiled brat, only now you’re his spoiled brat six months later, clinging to his arm and digging your manicure into his bicep with a whine as a silent command for him to magically vanish any of the surrounding paparazzi outside the airport.
“get rid of them.” you eventually mewl, in a demanding way that represented the physical embodiment of you stomping your pedicured foot.
“you think i fuckin’ want them here?” he sighs, no stranger to your ridiculous requests. that’s what was so intoxicating about your relationship — yes you were a little bitch sometimes, but he learnt how was best to put you in your place. most of the time you were happy, fucked and fed with racks upon racks sat in your expensive handbag, clinging to him and tottering along at his side in heels that cost an arm and a leg— but the times you were snarking up at him, telling him to ‘shut the fuck up’ he was more than happy to grab your throat and ask “the fuck are you talking to like that, huh?” which oddly would cause a smile to emerge on your face and the attitude to melt off you for an hour or so.
that being said, you kept him in check too. now rafe wasn’t like he always was — unhinged, explosive and overall angry at the world. no, he had an access to therapy now and basketball worked for a good outlet of his frustrations, all whilst opening up a new world for him to get his fresh start away from all that family bullshit he had to put up with a while back (cut them all off, minus wheezie who he sends money to every month and facetimes to talk shit.) that being said — he would be the one to catch an attitude out of the blue sometimes, which was often remedied by a sharp eyebrow raise from you, a dramatic head swivel and a “you better fucking talk to me nice, rafe cameron. not one of your fucking fan girls.”
with a tongue in his cheek, he’ll shake his head and drop the whole thing — but not without saying “y’know you run your mouth like you’re six foot four with two pistols tucked sometimes. shit.”
life outside of your relationship with rafe became a dream all because of him. quickly, as rafe skyrockets to success in the basketball world, you’re skyrocketing to being the top pinterest muse— starring in every girls ‘future manifestation’ moodboard with snaps of you courtside in your pretty little outfits cheering on your boyfriend. you were glammed to the nines at every game, because you knew you’d end up on that big screen one way or another.
when travelling with rafe for his tournaments, you’d get the princess treatment you deserved and that was a promise. designer shoes, designer bags, steak meals that cost the same as your house back home and you were not poor by any stretch of the word. he liked to flaunt you, flaunt his success. he was the man now, like he’d always wanted to be — and effortlessly so, not the charade he was putting on back at tanny hill throwing those parties whilst suffering on the sly. no, he had everything now— and was happy to share that with you. you didn’t have to do much to gain this treatment, no. holding him down was enough, but he’d be happy to accept your payment of gratitude in having his cock wedged down your throat in the limo back to the hotel, ending the night on your back with your ankles on his shoulders and that same chain you fiddled with when you first reunited swinging in your face.
it was no secret that the two of you fucked. it made up a good 60% of your free time together, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. rafe could still get very frustrated — with his manager, with his teammates, with people from his past cropping up, even with the general public who had opinions on his playing — and with that, what better way to pound out some frustrations then by bending you over a balcony in a foreign country? rafe had a good team behind him, and luckily so — because it wouldn’t be the first time a hotel had attempted to get the two of you blacklisted for causing too much of a noise disturbance, notes pinned to your door found in the morning reading ‘Dear guests, whilst we are thrilled that you are enjoying our hotel, we please ask that you keep it down for the sake of the other guests. To remind you, other guests do not need to hear your lovemaking through the night! If this continues throughout your stay you will be asked to leave.’
your basketball player boyfriend would pluck the note off the door the next morning when you’re leaving together for the day, your sleepy self tucked under the arm of his hoodie covering his jersey as he scoffs, handing it your way carelessly. “pussies. they can’t do shit about it.”
unstoppably so, despite your hate for gossip past being in high school the notes would turn to blind items as rafe truly came into the public eye. you couldn’t scroll three videos on tiktok without hearing ‘this north carolina basketball player and hometown it girl may have come into hot water again at this famous vegas hotel after making sure their wall neighbours heard the ins and outs of their passion — april 27th, crazy days and nights.’ that, or the blogosphere getting ahold of the blurry and ambiguous paparazzi shots taken of you supposedly ‘getting it on’ on the beach.
unfortunately, this public knowledge that the two of you were real fuckers was not enough for twitter, which resulted in your first leaked video.
rafe should have known to be careful when the two of you in a lustful haze filmed an amateur tape the day before you had to fly home for a little while, the basketball player knowing he’d miss being in it and needed some material to work off whilst you were gone.
the video was 1 minute and 49 seconds of pure glory. filmed on landscape with an outstretched arm rafe captures you, whining and mewling as you roll your hips on his lap, bouncing on his cock as he watches the two of you through the screen, swollen lips parting and tongue flattening to catch your nipple as you do so. he grips your ass hungrily, aiding you on fucking down on him before delivering a firm smack to your ass that makes you jolt, only unlatching his mouth from your tit to grumble out “s’what i’m fuckin’ talking about baby. who’s your daddy, huh?” looking up at you from your needy spread out position.
you still recall the way your heart dropped into your ass seeing your name along side rafes in the trending tab, following by the words ‘leaked video’.
your legal teams were all over it instantly, working hard to get it shut down off every site it had been reuploaded and desperately attempting to track down whoever had managed to get into your boyfriends cloud to expose it— a couple weeks of watching paparazzi shots of rafe taking calls outside buildings, yelling down the phone and flipping off the cameras in moments of frustration and stress — for him to then be on the phone to you from a hotel room later that night, talking you down as you cry like a baby and complain.
“i know, i know alright i’m workin’ on it. gonna get that shit wiped from the net i can promise you that now, i got the guy who can make it happen for me. but for now, look y’know there’s — there’s nothin’ i can do alright, i can’t make people fuckin’… unsee that shit unfortunately just be glad you look so sexy in the video cause — okay, shit, the hell are you yelling for? m’just tryna help—”
after a while it does infact die down, and the video can no longer be found — yes, even on the shitty pop up porn sites that had reposted it with twelve watermarks in the worst quality. however, it didn’t stop jaded basketball fans from bringing it up any chance they got — getting in heated debates online and using it as an insult to the cameron boys playing skills. god forbid a rafe fan would speak up for him after a particularly poor game, his mentions getting filled with nothing but a screenshot of your boyfriend with your titty in his mouth.
though it had faded, the two of you learned that there was no way around it than to humour it — your boyfriend barely addressing the tape by quoting it in his instagram caption after one of his big wins, the post of him grinning on the court with his trophy tilted ‘who’s your daddy, huh?’ which of course, sent twitter into a spiral.
web and joe pouting on the ride back in the jeep in points is funny bc they didn’t have to sit next to each other. like they rode in with web in the back. he 100% was just trying to piss joe off more by sitting next to him and there’s no way joe was going to sit in back like they are so petty4petty
stop asking yourself what you should be doing with your life and start asking what would you do without george luz
Happy George Luz Day
T/4 George Luz, 17 Jun 1921 - 15 Oct 1998
me if being obsessed with older men was illegal
me sitting here patiently waiting for all the rafe cameron x readers fics inspired by "please please please"
I love this picture so much it's like Dick's the pe teacher choosing 4 students to be the 'captains' of the dodgeball teams
"where the goddamn hell are we?"
the gift giving one already sent me but the quality time one PLEASE
webgott as the five love languages
physical touch:
gift giving:
acts of service:
words of affirmation:
quality time:
the way skinny is in the background will never fail to make me laugh i'm sorry
I think about the way they look at each other and feel like I'm being attacked by wild dogs
So I may or may not couldn’t sleep last night and scrolled the band of brothers tag on instagram… anyway! I came across this picture that Rick Gomez posted from bootcamp😭 I have never seen it before so I thought I would share it here!
the shifty one is sending me straight to fucking mars i can't 😭😭😭
these are so fun i made more
if i had a nickel for everytime this happened, i'd have two nickels ! which isn't a lot byt it's weird that it happened twice ! right ? 🤔🤔🤔🤔🌚🌝
me when the trope is traumatized dark haired cajun boys and their emotional support new kid redheads. bonus points if one is named eugene and the other goes by a bizarre nickname
please god tell me this hasn't been done before
Masterlist :
𝔬𝔯𝔭𝔥𝔦𝔠 , Dune
a feyd-rautha series
"𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔣 𝔤𝔬𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔰, 𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔣 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩" - 𝔫𝔦𝔨𝔦𝔱𝔞 𝔤𝔦𝔩𝔩
Family Tree
Lavenza-Venuse/ Agarre-Venuse Lore
0.1 - Prologue (The Twins Are Born)
0.2 - Prologue .2 (Testing Day)
0.3 - Prologue .3 (Betrayals and Rebirth)
1.1 - Chapter 1 (Unnamed)
1.2 - Chapter 2 (Unnamed)
Orphic - Prologue
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The Twins Are Born
10,173 , EVERALD PALACE ,
A Thunderous Evening
It was nearing midnight on Agarre-Venuse. The townspeople and villagers all across the planet were readying for the next day. Whether they had crops to plant and grow, families to take care of or businesses to run.
However in Castle Everald...
Midwives and handmaidens scurried around the corridors in stress and worry, preparing towels and food for the queen.
"Grandmother, do you think she'll be alright?" Jerrica, the eldest daughter of the Lavenza-Venuse bloodline, asked worriedly, as she paced around the corridors before the castle's birthing room. The same room where the Queen, Elizabetha could be heard groaning and complaining.
"Stop your prancing. Your mother is Bene Gesserit, she's been through much worse pain than this." The Reverend Mother Gaius, said calmly to the 9 year old in front of her.
"Besides she's already had four of you." She says mentally. sharply eyeing the other three children surrounding her.
"Yes, but it's twins, surely that must be painful." Jerrica replies, grimacing as if she'd heard the woman's thoughts, before taking the seat next to her grandmother.
Before the reverend mother could respond however, the sound of something falling to the ground followed by a mischievous giggle, jostled their silent conversation.
"Mother's giving birth and you two decide that now is the best time to fool around." Jerrica snaps at the two roughousing boys, Izaac and Xyon messing around with wooden swords.
"Father gave us these swords for a reason!" Izaac snapped back, glaring at his older sister, while Xyon shrunk away from the impending argument with an apology towards his big sister, deciding to sit next to the slumbering youngest child, Cherise.
"There's a time and place for everything, and now isn't it!" Jerrica glared.
"Well you aren't the boss of me and you'll never be so now what!" Izaac pushed, lunging for his sister.
"Here we go." Xyon whispered, rolling his eyes.
Before the Reverend Mother could interfere in the childish fighting, Jerrica interjected in a way she didn't expect.
"Get off of me, you little cretin!" She demanded, using the voice on her younger brother.
"A formidable child, indeed." The Reverend Mother thought, watching the girl. While The queen of Agarre-Venuse may have done everything against the Bene Gesserit order, she still proves to be one of her most famed students if she was able to have her 9-year-old daughter be completely capable of using the voice effectively.
She couldn't help but wonder what else the little girl could be capable of under her own teachings. But that's be a matter to discuss at a later date.
"You're such a coward!" Izaac growled at the girl. "You can't use the voice for everything, why don't you actually fight me, if you're so brave."
And then there's Izaac. A very bold and brave young man. Braver than most 7 year olds would be at least. He'd been initiated into CHOAM's Mentat program only a week prior, having passed all of his tests. However, he'd not yet been sent to the Order House due to the impending birth of his new siblings, and his demand to meet them.
Before the two young Lavenza-Venuse children could begin fighting, the sound of childish screaming that only a newborn could create, bled out into the hallway where they occupied. And lo and behold, out ran their father, Dracule, with an excited expression on his face.
"They're here! they've been born!" He exclaimed excitedly. "Come meet them children."
At this point all the tensions had left the dimly lit hall, and they had turned their attention to their mother and two new sisters, excitedly. Young Xyon becoming more excited at the sight of his aunt Margot in the corner as well, before scurrying over to her.
In the birthing room, their mother lied in the bed holding one, and cooing at her while the girl shrieked and cried, while Dracule stood holding the other, smiling brightly at her as she simply stared at him silently.
"What's their names?" The four-year-old Cherise asked trying to rub the sleep from her eyes, as she sidled up beside her mother.
"Well this is Chevre." She whispered quietly, showing her children, the now calm baby that she was holding.
"And this is Y/N" Dracule said, letting his other children get a good look at her.
"And you can meet them properly in the morning but now it's time for bed." The Reverend Mother who had been watching from the corner of the room, stated. She and Elizabeth's "sister" Margot, who'd also assisted in the birthing, had been silently watching the family interact and it never failed to surprise her, how much they all love and cared for each other.
"But Grandmo-" The various complaints came flooding throughout the room.
"She's right." Dracule said, surprising the Older woman. "You kids can meet them properly in the morning but for now you all need to rest." He said, leaving no room for questioning.
"I'll be right behind you, now go." He said softly to the children as they all exited the room grumbling, except for Cherise, who lingered in the doorway waiting to be carried back to her room by her father.
He walked over to the hardened woman, gently gesturing for her to take his newborn, which she did reluctantly.
"I've come to be able to tell when you're ready to use the voice and I'd appreciate it if you didn't use it on my children if unneccesary." He whispered playfully to her, before walking over and kissing his wife on the forehead before gathering Cherise in his arms and leaving the room.
"You've done adequately, once again." The Reverend Mother looked at the child in her arms, now sleeping.
"Most people would say 'Congratulations' mother." Your mother, softly joked rocking the baby in her hands and cooing to her, in an attempt to once again calm her.
"She must want to be with her sister" Margot, smiled.
"I don't believe this one shares the same sentiment." The Reverend Mother, monotonously joked.
In the mere minutes since birthed, the second Chevre was separated from you she began sniffling with the occasional outraged cry leaving her tiny lips. However, as you'd been passed from your mother, to your father, to your grandmother, you'd yet to make a sound other than the occasional cooing. Before anything else could be said between the two Bene Gesserit witches, two midwives came in to retrieve the both of you to be cleaned and clothed.
Once they left the room, Elizabeth sat up slightly becoming more serious as she regarded her mother.
"You wish to speak to me about something, what is it?" She sighed.
"Your oldest possesses The Voice. I wasn't aware." She said, making your mother groan in annoyance, throwing her hands up exasperatedly, as Margot just raised her eyebrows in "faux" surprise at the "new information".
"And you weren't supposed to be. Exactly how did you find this out?" She said, crossing her arms.
"Because she just utilized it against Izaac in the hall."
"Oh that, girl!" She frustratedly sighed. "I tell her to not be so reckless." She pondered, dreading the punishment she'd have to give the girl for that in the near future. 'Perhaps an extra hour of schooling down in Romaniq Village's primary school.' She thought to herself.
"You're missing my point Elizabeth." She sighed, still not completely used to the... Quirkiness of her adopted daughter. "How were you able to conduct such training?"
"The same way you did with me." She said simply, smiling softly as her personal handmaiden entered the room, bringing Elizabeth her robes and helping her from the birthing bed, leading her to her chair in the corner of the room next to Margot, so that she could strip and change the sheets.
"Please get to your point mother, I know you aren't bothered by me teaching my children the way of the Bene Gesserit." Your mother rolled her eyes,
"Quite the contrary, child." She turned to face the women, with a look on her face that even Elizabeth could shudder at. Hell, any girl that grew up under the watchful eye of The Reverend Mother, Helena Gaius Mohaim would be scared to see a smile, of all things, on her face.
"The Gom Jabbar will be brought for Jerrica come next month." She stated.
"Absolutely not!" Your mother said with a finality that had her handmaiden freezing in her steps, hints of The Voice peeking out of the outburst.
"Reverend Mother.." Margot said warily, taking the hand of her sister to calm her.
"How dare you suggest such a thing against my child?" Elizabeth's voice began to grow in volume, ignoring the soothing touch of Margot's hand caressing her arm.
"Not just her. I'll be returning to do the same for Cherise, Chevre, and Y/N when they reach that age as well.
"Do you wish to kill my children?" She said with a tone that she's never taken against her mother before. Only those whose lives she's claimed back in her assassin days had ever heard such venom come from the woman's lips.
"You don't believe they'll pass?"
"My children are already not human to begin with, and you know this."
"It's not necessarily to see if they're human-"
"But to see if their awareness is stronger than their instincts." Margot finished, looking down, as Elizabeth glared at her loosening her hand from hers.
"You're siding with her on this?" Elizabeth asked incredulously.
"I.. I don't believe it's a matter of sides, Elizabeth.' She began cautiously. "But perhaps this will play a role into them becoming truly powerful beings.
"They will be powerful, because I am their mother." She breathed out calmly but sternly before releasing Margot's hand and folding them on her lap.
"I wish for both of you to depart from my home and this planet. While you may bring your Gom Jabbar, it will be on Jerrica's terms. Until then, I have no desire to see either of you.
After a tense, silent moment of glaring between Elizabeth and the Reverend Mother, the latter scoffed, straightening her back.
"As you wish, daughter." she said, her tone betraying no hint of emotion. With a look to Margot, she turned and swept out of the room, her robes traipsing behind her like the remnants of a passing storm.
However Margot hesitated, standing up but not leaving the room. Out of all of the sisters, Margot was the closest to Elizabeth, seeing her as her real sister and to leave her like this could mean the end to their close relationship.
"Elizabeth, please. I don't wish to leave you like thi-"
"Get out!" The woman commanded, her voice resonating throughout the room with the power of The Voice, compelling Margot to straighten up and leave the room without another word.
As her handmaiden closed the door behind them, Elizabeth let out a heavy sigh, her shoulders slumping with not only the exhaustion of having just birthed twins, but also her decision. She knew that some way and somehow her actions would have consequences, both within her family and perhaps even the Bene Gesserit. But in that moment, she was unwavering in her resolve to protect her children, no matter the cost.
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AGARRE-VENUSE
"the planet that wants for naught"
"the neutral planet"
"the devil planet"
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PLANET
Much is said about the blood-red planet, Agarre-Venuse.
From Space's Point of view, the planet is a mahogany- red color with multiple rings surrounding it. It's been named the prettiest planet.
Languages : ancient vampiric (dead-ish), vampiric , old french , english , german , romanian, etc.
Main Wealth Source : Industrial Weapons & Creations (along with "Ancient Weapons & Creations")
Agarre-Venuse has been labeled for the past few centuries , as the "Neutral planet" they've rarely gotten into any other-worldly affairs since its formation, having only aided in two great wars as an ally to Caladan's House Atreides in 8820 and Giedi Prime's House Harkonnen in 8978.
However before then, Agarre-Venuse's first and only prime enemy has always been Carassa. Carassa is an industrial planet, known for their sciences and up and coming cloning inventions.
7439 - 7508 (First Great War between Agarre-Venuse & Carassa) Alucard Agarre (the first king)'s reign
8078 - 9012
Haven't come into contact in 1,156 (considered at peace)
At least until Elizabetha (The Current Queen; an Ex-Bene Gesserit) fucked it up.
(but you'll see how later)
Other than those times, the planet but more specifically, the Great house; Lavenza-Venuse is quite known for their "nonchalance and naivety to the universe around them and its problems." Being that early on in it's days, was neglected and many times, attacked, by other great houses and even neglected by the spacing guild. (So pretty much they're just PETTY and pick and choose when to get involved in things)
Due to this, the planet became completely self-dependent, with no need for trade or resources from others. The planet began to make weapons that garnered the attention of many planets and great houses, finally giving them the recognition they deserved. Everyone wanted to be an ally to them and get weapons from them. Agarre-Venuse's biggest and longest running allies are The Harkonnen's of Giedi Prime.
They are as well known for the distinct features of its inhabitants, the vampires.
VAMPIRES / VAMPYRES
Agarre-Venuse is the planet closest to being like the extinct Earth of over 8,000 years ago. except there's only one reigning ruler of the entire planet.
Some parts of the planet speak different languages, with varying accents, cultures, and even religions (for the most part.)
This is due to the fact that when Earth was at the brink of destruction and it's people began to flee to other planets, the majority of the hidden race of Vampires traveled to the planet (newly named) called Agarre and continued to grow and prosper there. Vampires from all over the Extinct earth, inhabited Agarre. Romanian, French, German, Irish, American and more. It was decided that it would stay that way for the most part, resulting in the planet to be quite diverse.
While at first, all vampyres could speak what is now known as Ancient vampiric, it was agreed upon that the other languages would be kept as well.
As time progressed, the language practically died, with only ancient elders, and royalty could speak the language.
Agarre-Venuse is a vast planet with a population of about 3,333,000 inhabitants, all of which are of the Vampire race, (which played a factor in their neglect from other houses and planets, because they believe them to be "animals".
Back in the Extinct Earth's time. Vampires were simply considered a concept of fiction and media, which is why the truth of the race being real was very criticized.
Vampires are known for their sharp canines, subtle claw-like nails and the various types of red eyes they possess. No two Vampyres have the same red in their eyes, making the race truly unique to the rest of the galaxy.
As well as a big target.
Alucard Agarre was the first king of House Agarre and ruler of Agarre (previously House Agarre) Later named Agarre-Venuse, for that was his wife, Romann's, surname.
The conflict between Agarre and Carassa began after a weapons trade gone wrong.
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Because Vampires are known for their unique eyes, it became known as a rare "artifact/treasure". People have payed up to millions to have a pair of Vampire
eyes in their possession.
However, on Agarre-Venuse the taking of a Vampire's eyes is a high treason that can be punishable by death.
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The remaining information on this planet has not yet been translated to outsiders.