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astonmartinii · 1 year

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Heyy! Can I request more vettel insta AU? Honestly I have no preference for the reader I just enjoy reading vettel a lot because of how less we get to see it but I'm happy to discuss suggestions 🤩 hamilton y/n + roscoe, charle's sister anything really

family ties | sebastian vettel instagram au

pairing: sebastian vettel x leclerc!reader

seb may be retiring, but he's not gone from the paddock completely, though the reason is not exactly what you'd expect

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ynleclercart: it's been a rollercoaster of a ride but i am beyond grateful to have been able to design helmets for such an icon of the sport. seb will always be missed on track, but if he ever wants to return, he knows where i am <3

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user49 noooo can people stop posting their goodbye posts for seb i'm still in denial

sebastianvettel no one else i'd rather work with, thank you for always supplying the beautiful lids

ynleclercart always - come visit soon

sebastianvettel i'll be there

user12 ^^ this is just digging the knife deeper PLS DON'T GO SEB

charles_leclerc what about your loving and devilishly good-looking brother?

ynleclercart eh, seb is better

user35 most iconic leclerc and it doesn't even come close

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ynleclercpriv: sometimes babygirl is a fully grown man who hikes in his free time

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charles_leclerc tell him if he comes to monaco i'm shaving it

ynleclercpriv over my dead body charlie

charles_leclerc that can be arranged

sebastianvettel thank you for the compliment (?) my love, charles stop threatening her or i shall have to intervene

maxverstappen1 get his ass seb

ynleclercpriv max why are you involved in our family domestic?

maxverstappen1 idk seemed fun

sebastianvettel can we all go back to the original point of the post - admiring me?

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f1gossipandtea: seb spotting!! anon sent me this picture of recently retired sebastian vettel in monaco of all places. why do we think he's there?

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user45 my king is looking so good, retirement unfortunately suits him

user10 my sebchal heart tells me that he was there to see charles but it's not likely :(

user09 no let's be delusional

user22 i saw a post that he was later seen with a woman??? a girlfriend mayhaps?

user49 pls no i can't take retirement and a girlfriend in a month

sebastianvettel added to their story

[caption: had to commission the best in the business - thanks y/n]

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ynleclercpriv: goofing around in the wilderness

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sebastianvettel it's not goofing, we're serious hikers

ynleclercpriv sure we are and i'm also a professional boxer

maxverstappen1 y/n can you get seb to come back? it's a shit show here without him

charles_leclerc i agree with him for once

ynleclercpriv lmao they gagged ur ass @lewishamilton

charles_leclerc y/n i'm being serious !!!! he'll listen to you if you ask

sebastianvettel i can literally read all of this

maxverstappen1 so you'll come back?

sebastianvettel nope

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sebastianvettel: vacation and all that jazz

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user78 seb using instagram like a normal person after retiring, my prayers were heard

charles_leclerc you're 1000% going to be a crunchy dad

sebastianvettel i don't know what that means but i don't think a person can be crunchy

charles_leclerc that's exactly what a crunchy dad would say

ynleclercpriv don't try and trick him with online terminology

user30 i love the domestics in this comment section i didn't know the leclercs and seb were that close

user40 call me a conspiracy theorist all you want but that's defo y/n leclerc

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f1gossipgirl: another seb spotting, the german made a surprise appearance in melbourne... and in a ferrari jacket. our sources say that he was accompanied by a woman but he wasn't seen again other than his entrance. do we think seb will watch from ferrari? does he have a new job? does he have a girlfriend? what do you think?

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user10 omg he's so mysterious but like i need him to be straight up with me right now

user39 my brain: he's probably just there to support, my heart: seb for ferrari team principal

user88 omg imagine seb as team principal helping charles win a championship

user67 so someone commented on seb's post that he might be dating y/n leclerc (charles' sister, seb's old helmet designer and artist) and that would make sense that he'd accompany his gf to support her brother

user11 omg the thought of charles and seb being brother-in-laws

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ynleclercpriv: forgive me friends but i am so in love with this man

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charles_leclerc believe me we know

sebastianvettel i love you too honey 🍯

pierregasly where did you get the last photo... asking for a friend

ynleclercpriv it's from norbert - you snooze you lose pear

maxverstappen1 omg parents

charles_leclerc STOP

sebastianvettel i'm not sure we're your parents but yes you can come visit for christmas

charles_leclerc wait i thought we were coming this year

ynleclercpriv more than one family can come at a time - grow up charlie

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sebastianvettel: doing melbourne right

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user45 sebastian... you don't know what a soft launch is

user13 he's an influencer now baby

charles_leclerc i thought social media was stupid ?

sebastianvettel let me appreciate the love of my life in peace

charles_leclerc okay romeo

user19 the last two posts + charles commenting on every post + seb being seen in the paddock IN A FERRARI JACKET = i'm losing my mind

redbullracing can't wait to see you tomorrow champ!

user48 they're fuming he's being seen with ferrari

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f1: a familiar face back in the ferrari garage! seb made his return to the scuderia in melbourne surrounded by former coworkers and the leclerc family.

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user48 AND THE LECLERC FAMILY ??? they know what they're doing f1 admin is a seb x y/n truther

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charles_leclerc he loves me too much to stay away for too long

ynleclercpriv *us

user38 YALLLLLLLLLLL

user97 i need them to confirm it i love them so much

user21 the way y/n has commented - her account is priv but there's over 1,000 posts HOW MUCH OF IT IS SEB PLS GIVE US THE CONTENT

ynleclercpriv i don't kiss and tell xoxo

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charles_leclerc: congratulations on officially joining the leclerc family seb!! thank you for putting up with me and i expect great birthday and christmas presents xx

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sebastianvettel of course you spoiled this, i love you but you are an unfortunate by-product of my relationship with y/n

user23 CONFIRMATION

pierregasly CHARLES NO

danielricciardo CHARLES NO

landonorris CHARLES NO

maxverstappen1 CHARLES NO

ynleclercpriv YOU FUCKING MORON CHARLES I'M LOCKING YOU OUT

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sebastianvettel: happy engagement to the love of my life, your brother may have spoiled it, but i'm prepared to deal with his annoying ass if i get to be with you for the rest of my life. you make life worth living and i can't wait to explore the world with you x

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user39 when will it happen for me god?

charles_leclerc I'M SORRY I LOVE YOU GUYS THOUGH

maxverstappen1 bagsy flower boy

danielricciardo pleasse let me plan the stag

aussiegrit congrats seb!!

christianhorner congratulations seb and y/n

ynleclercpriv i love you so so so much seb, i'm so glad i met you. you've changed my life and finally showed me what love truly means x

note: omg this post has posted so many times unfinished im gonna lsoe my mind

#f1 instagram au #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 imagine #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel imagine #sebastian vettel instagram au #sebastian vettel x you #sebastian vettel

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panandinpain0 · 11 months

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Could I ask for an Edward Cullen x male reader where the reader is Bella’s best friend (who moved right after her)- He ends up becoming infatuated with him instead, and they just have a happy time??

This is Different...

Twilight timmmmeee- time to reach into the archives of my memories and pull random facts from my ass.

Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy <3

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Requested by: Anon

Edward Cullen x Male!Reader

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Bella had to kept telling herself to wait just one more week, because then (Y/N) would be there and she could vent to him about how weird this town was.

The two had grown up together in Arizona and were practically inseparable. Their parents did that thing where they were convinced Bella and (Y/N) were going to date and get married and all of that, which just isn't happening. But it made his dad easier to convince when they asked if (Y/N) could move to Forks, Washington with Bella.

(Y/N)'s parents had just gotten a divorce and his dad was moving anyways, and he was old enough that he just wanted to stay with his dad (and little sister that would come to visit every once in a while) until he was an adult.

So after Bella left to Forks, (Y/N) and his dad started packing their bags and started their trip.

Bella could not wait to tell him about the school, the weird but oddly charming students, and the standoffish Cullen family.

Finally the week came to an end and Charlie drove Bella to pick them up from the airport.

(Y/N)'s father, James, had planned to buy a car once they got to the new house, but Charlie had so kindly offered to drive them until he did get one.

At the airport Bella ran up to (Y/N) and he caught her in a hug, laughing at her eagerness.

"Looks like somebody missed me!" (Y/N) squeezed out a laugh, Bella cutting off his air supply with the grip of her hug.

"It's been absolute agony without you here, I have so much to tell you- and warn you about."

"Oh damn, that doesn't sound good," (Y/N) replied as Bella helped pick up one of his bags.

"It's crazy out here." She nodded, and the two shared a look that only childhood friends could share.

"Any cute guys?" they had a hushed conversation to the car, Charlie and James too wrapped up talking about fishing to pay attention.

"I'm sure you'd find them cute," Bella scoffed, throwing a teasing smile over her shoulder as she loaded the trunk.

(Y/N) scoffed back, betrayed at her diss.

"I'm sure you went for the stalker-ish one anyways." With a sly smirk he got into the backseat, closing the door on her denials.

...

(Y/N) had settled in, conveniently living next door to the Swan's house, and drove with Bella in her old truck to school that Monday.

"So, Jessica is into Mike and Angela is with Eric. And Tyler flirts with everybody, but nobody goes out with him?" (Y/N) recapped from the tangent of drama Bella had been giving him.

"Yup, pretty much," Bella confirmed, turning into the school parking lot.

"And all of the Cullen's are super hot- but they're dating each other?" (Y/N) asked, more suspiciously this time.

"Well, they're all adopted, but yes. Except for Edward- but I already told you what happened."

"Yeah the weird smelling thing and the he disappeared just to come back with a different eye color."

"They could just be colored contacts," Bella corrected, still not sure herself.

"Strange... Welp, let's do this," (Y/N) sighed as he got out of the passengers seat of the car.

Bella shrunk into his side, all of the attention on her once again. Last time it was because she was the new girl, but now it's because she had her attractive best friend with her.

"Yo, Bella!" Mike called out, giving (Y/N) a confused glare.

Bella waved back and started walking over, (Y/N) following at her side. Leaning down to whisper in her ear (Y/N) held back a laugh, "You left out the part about Mike's crush on you."

Bella just rolled her eyes as they met up with the group.

"Everybody, (Y/N)- (Y/N), everybody," Bella lazily introduced.

"You just moved here, right?" Angela asked, holding Eric's hand as they lent up against Tyler's van behind them.

"Yes, I did. I grew up with Bella in Arizona and where she goes I go," (Y/N) laughed, nudging Bella in the side jokingly.

That's when he noticed her distracted state. Following her line of sight he realized she was staring at a car full of probably the most attractive people he'd ever seen.

"Who's that?" (Y/N) asked the group, acting clueless to get more information.

"Those are the Cullen's-" Jessica jumped right into the rant about their family.

When she was done she came closer to (Y/N), grabbing hold of his hand as she batted her eyelashes at him. "Let me show you around!"

Shrugging, (Y/N) waved to Bella, who rolled her eyes at Jessica's obvious flirting.

...

"Where'd you find that guy? He's so hot," Jessica gushed to Bella at lunch. (Y/N) hadn't sat down yet so she'd finally gotten a second to ask.

"We grew up together- he wasn't that hot when we first met, trust me," Bella almost snorted, playing with the food on her tray.

"You guys aren't like..." trailing off she wiggled her eyebrows to imply.

"No- god, no," Bella laughed. "He's like my brother."

"Oh, good. Less competition then," Jessica sighed.

"I don't think you'll be having much luck either, Jessica," Angela pointed out, nodding in (Y/N)'s direction.

He was flirting with some guy in the lunch line, the guys face bright red as he laughed at something (Y/N) had said.

Jessica looked heartbroken but Angela and Bella just laughed about it.

When (Y/N) finally joined them Bella raised an eyebrow at him.

"What?" (Y/N) shrugged indignantly, opening his milk carton.

"Not even a full day in and you're already jumping on them," Bella teased, popping a grape into her mouth.

"Hey, you told me there wasn't any cute guys here, I just wanted to see what he was like," (Y/N) protested. "I didn't even like him that much. Kind of a dick."

Hearing a sudden and loud snort of laughter, (Y/N) and Bella turned around to see the Cullen's lunch table, Edward hiding his face as he looked towards the windows as his siblings glared at (Y/N). Or maybe they just all had RBF- save for the short girl with the pixie-like hair. She smiled at (Y/N) and waved, so he waved back.

"They're so weird," Jessica whispered as she dug into her lunch.

"How much have you actually talked to them?" (Y/N) questioned, taking a bite of his apple.

Jessica didn't answer for a minute, looking kind of embarrassed. Angela rolled her eyes, answering for her. "Once- and it was Edward rejecting her."

(Y/N) snorted and then apologized, "Sorry. It just seems like you're holding a grudge on people you barely know." He then changed the subject, not wanting to make an enemy out of Jessica.

She really seemed like a good friend, he didn't want to go pushing her buttons, that'd be mean.

...

"Mr. Molina, it's nice to meet you. I'm your new student, (Y/N)."

"Ahh, Mr. (L/N), is it?" (Y/N) nodded. "You can sit in front of Edward Cullen. You're lucky we had an empty seat," he joked, pointing to where he was talking about.

That was when (Y/N) got his good first look at Edward Cullen. His gaze was intense, just like Bella had said, but it was less scary than she described it.

Seemed like a guy worth getting to know.

Walking over to the desk with Bella, (Y/N) held out his hand to Edward. "You're Edward Cullen, right? Mr. Molina told me to sit in front of you, but I've heard stories and wanted to introduce myself." He smiled confidently.

Edward hesitantly took his hand and shook it, (Y/N) not reacting to the hard coldness of his skin.

Or at least he didn't show it- (Y/N) was immediately thrown off but didn't want to put off this attractive guy.

"Like you said, I'm Edward. It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise." (Y/N) winked and sat in his chair, not looking back at Edward or Bella once.

Bella just rolled her eyes with good nature. She'd seen him do this before, if she'd felt uncomfortable or threatened by someone, (Y/N) would draw the attention to himself. That's what worked about their friendship, he could take the attention that she didn't want.

At the end of class, (Y/N) packed up his things and then helped Bella do the same. He waved to Edward with a "Bye!" and they left.

Out in the parking lot his siblings all waited for him by the car.

"What's up?" Emmett asked, his arm around Rosalie.

Alice squealed, "Oh! It happened, didn't it? I thought it was Bella at first but then I saw him and just knew it would happen!" She jumped up and down and clapped her hands.

"What happened?" Rosalie questioned again, Jasper smirking as he sensed Edward's emotions.

"He fell in love," Alice stage-whispered. She was teasing him, of course, but Edward grumbled all the same.

They all piled into the car but before Edward got in he looked across the lot to see (Y/N) leaning on the truck hood talking to Bella.

He hadn't fallen in love. He couldn't- not with a human.

With Bella it was just an obscene thirst... but this was different.

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Sorry to cut this short, I wouldn't be opposed to writing more for this! I just think this is a good ending and leaves an open spot for a potential part 2!

Hope you liked it anon!

-Author Max <3

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eunoiathewriter · 2 years

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hi !!! i absolutely love your writing ! would u mind doing another harry potter imagine? thank u </3

H. POTTER X F!READER

Synopsis It's hard to stay cool when the girl you have a crush on is right there beside you.

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Harry and Ron yawned in unison as they walked through the woods, following Arthur Weasley, who was in the lead, with Charlie and Fred and George close at his heels, Ginny and Hermione in the middle, and lastly, the two boys. Now, both of them were excited for the Quidditch World Cup, don't get them wrong, but this whole waking up before the crack of dawn to Hermione throwing pillows at them was not exactly their favourite part of it all.

The morning, however, had been all but calm, Molly had heard Fred and George trying to smuggle Ton-Tongue Toffees out of the house to sell, even after they got scolded for what happened with Dudley. Harry's cousin having eaten one that Fred and George dropped with the intent of him eating it, causing Dudley's tongue to grow in size. This made Molly yell at the two twins just before they left.

The woods were calm in the early summer morning, with fog still on the ground. Birds had started to wake up, and you could hear them sing as they flew above the tree tops. Harry had to admit that the woods close to the burrow were quite cozy. But he was broken from his own thoughts as Ron poked him and pointed out how far back from the others they were. Jogging to catch up with the others.

"Arthur!" The boys then heard a man call out. "It's about time, son."

"Sorry Amos, some of us got a bit of a sleepy start." Arthur jokingly looked back at Ron, who yawned.

It then dawned on Harry when they came closer that it was Amos Diggory and Cedric Diggory who stood there. Harry had talked to Amos once before when the man was happy over Hufflepuffs' win last year. However, this meant another person should be there, so Harry started to look around for her.

"This is Amos Diggory, everyone. Works with me, at the Ministry. " Arthur said proudly and then turned to the brown-haired boy beside the man. "This strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?"

Cedric smiled at the man and extended his hand to shake hands with Arthur, smiling brightly. "Yes, sir." He answered before looking up at the big tree above them.

"y/n? Are you coming or what?" Cedrict asked his sister, who had gone unnoticed, where she sat up in the tree. When Harry spotted the girl, he smiled.

y/n grinned at her brother before she tossed down her backpack for him to catch and jumped down so she landed beside Amos. Making sure her stance was stable before she straightened out.

"Well, that's quite and entrance y/n." Arthur put a hand in her shoulder and she smiled.

"Thank you."

"Alright, this way." Cedric spoke up as he started motioning towards where they were going to go. So everyone started walking, and just before Cedric got too far, he tossed the backpack back to his sister.

"You carry your own shit," He told her.

"Cedric," Amos warned the boy, and he held up his hands in retreat and showed the others the way.

y/n was just about to join in and walk with Harry when her dad stopped him. He was amazed to have Harry Potter himself with them, and she could see Harry glancing over at her. She shrugged at him and joined Hermione and Ginny.

"I don't remember your brother being so good-looking, y/n." Hermione hooked her arm through y/n's.

"Ew, Mione. That's my brother. Plus he's way too old for you."

"Who says he's too old?" Ginny asked with a raised brow, and it made y/n groan.

"Are you aware that we can hear you?"Fred then turned to the girls.

"And if we can, then Cedric probably can too." Geroge chimed in.

"Yeah, well, ego boost for him then, I guess." y/n rolled her eyes and unhooked her arm from Hermione when she saw her dad walk past to catch up with Arthur. She slowed her steps and, quite quickly, was at Harry's side.

They both started to engage in conversation with one another. They talked about everything from the joke candy and things that Fred and George had been making or trying out during the summer to this mystery thing that was to happen at Hogwarts during the year. Harry joined in with all that he heard from Arthur and y/n told all that she had gathered from her dad. They're both thinking about what it could be.

But the topic soon changed to Quidditch. Of course, Harry was proudly standing with Bulgaria, but y/n were strongly against this. She was rooting for Ireland. They talked back and forth about why their team had to win. "Bulgaria has Viktor Krum. He's the best seeker of all."

"Oh please, he's all looks. Plus, Bulgaria play dirty most of the time; they're like the equivalent of when Flint was still captain of the Slytherin team. "

"No they don't!" Harry argued back, and it made Ron turn.

"You have no idea what you're talking about y/n, Viktor Krum will make sure Bulgaria wins." Ron spoke proudly, the boy being starstruck by the well-known seeker.

"Well, Ireland has Connolly," Fred piped in.

"And Quigley." Geroge also joined in.

"See!" y/n motioned towards the twins. "Fred and George are on my side; Ginny and even Hermione, who's not into Quidditch all that much, are rooting for Ireland. You and Ron are literally the only people who are hoping Bulgaria wins just because you're in love with Viktor Krum. "

A whole argument started between all the Weasley kids, Harry and y/n. All of those who were for Ireland were arguing back and forth with the two boys and counting up reasons as to why Ireland was going to win. It was all just fun, ending with all seven of them starting to laugh.

After a little while, they had been walking for a good hour already. Harry was about to say something to y/n but instead when he turned to her, he instead got fixated on her. Eyes looked over her features, having missed her over the summer. He could feel his cheeks slowly growing warmer and warmer the more he looked at her, and soon enough he had to avert his eyes from her as it felt like his face was on fire. Harry was quite sure his cheeks were red, but he hoped to Merlin they weren't.

Surely enough, they reached the portkey, although it made Harry frown as they walked closer, as he had no idea what a portkey was. "Just over there." Amos told everyone, and Harry's frown deepened at the sight of an old boot.

Harry tugged at y/n's sleeve before asking her. "Why are they all standing around that manky old boot?"

"That isn't just any manky old boot, mate," George cut in before y/n could answer.

"It's a portkey," Fred finished as he, George, and y/n moved into position.

"Time to go!" Arthur called.

"What's a portkey?" Harry was confused.

"Ready? After three. One, two," Amos started counting, but y/n quickly looked up at Harry.

"Harry!" And with that, Harry grabbed onto the boot.

"Three."

It all started to spin, or more like they all started to spin. Slowly but surely, they lifted up from the ground up into the sky, still spinning around. Everyone except Cedric, Amos, and Arthur screamed at the continued spinning. Though the twins were screaming in cheer.

When Arthur then suddenly told them all to let go of the boot, they all clinged onto it like a life line, making all except the older Diggorys go wide-eyed. Hermione immediately protested, even though she was slowly feeling sick to her stomach from the continued spinning. They all, however, did as the man had instructed them to and all dropped to the ground. Then, hitting the ground, all of them groaned and huffed at the sudden impact of the ground.

y/n looked up from where she lay on her stomach, coming to find that Harry was only about a metre away from her. "Ouch,"

Harry sat up and nodded at her, and when he turned he could see Amos, Cedric, and Arthur, all three coming down much more gracefully than any of the others. They are certain to land on their feet. All of them were grinning from how funny all the others had landed. "I bet that cleared your sinuses, ey?" Arthur asked as the three of them landed.

Cedric was quick to help Harry get on his feet, extending an arm for him to get pulled up. Earing a smile from the younger boy as he went to help his sister. "Oh, how nice of you, Ced."

"Aw, did my baby sister get hurt?" Cedric asked sarcastically. He pulled her up to stand too, and both of them laughed. The bantering between them was just a big joke to them.

"Come on!" Arthur called as he started to walk up the hill to where camp was. It made y/n smile brightly as she immediately grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him along. "You're going to love this!" It made Harry flush a crimson colour as she pulled him along with her to join the others.

Oh god did he like her.

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The sun had begun to set over the field where the Quidditch World Cup was being held. The sky turned orange and was slowly becoming a dark blue that would make the stars and constellations of other solar systems visible. It was still pretty warm out, not overly warm but warm enough that not a lot of clothes were needed to keep warm.

People were making their way to their seats. Many had chosen to sit in the boxes in the middle of the stadium. It was a stadium bigger than Harry had ever seen. Now, he was not exactly looking to play Quidditch professionally, but to play at a stadium like this would definitely be something unforgettable.

All of them were looking around in amazement while making their way further up, Arthur in the lead. They were on their way to the top, which was a wise decision.If they were to stay by the boxes, they would have to squeeze together with other people. But if they were to be furthest up in the stadium, they would not have to fight for space with others and would have better sight than others.

"Blimey dad, how far up are we?" Ron asked as they stopped from having been climbing from the lowest level and were about thirty stories below the top.

Just as Arthur was about to answer, another man's voice cut in. One that they all knew very well and one that made Harry roll his eyes. "Well, put it this way, if it rains, you'll be the first to know." Lucius Malfoy smiled evilly at them.

y/n and Harry stood by the railing, looking down at Lucius and Draco, who were on the lower level. It was unusual to see Draco without his slytherin uniform. Instead, he was wearing a black suit, which did not seem at all practical. Draco laughed at his father's statement.

When they started to continue walking, Draco looked up at the others and smirked. "Father and I are in the minister's box, by personal invitation from Cornelius Fudge himself."

"Don't beast, Draco." Lucius stopped Draco with his cane, making the boy rub the spot where the cane had laned. "There's no need with these people."

Draco then looked up at them again. When he saw y/n however, a sly smile made its way to his lips. It was no news to most people that Draco Malfoy had taken an interest in the Hufflepuff girl. However, y/n had zero clue about that. The look Draco gave y/n made Harry roll his eyes. A feeling of annoyance was bubbling up inside him. No, not annoyance, but jealousy.

Before the two Malfoys could say anymore, Harry grabbed y/n's shoulder and started to turn her around so they could wall off. But Lucius Malfoy was not done as he slammed the snake part of his cane down on Harry's hand before it could leave the railing. It made y/n and the others turn just like Harry.

"Do enjoy yourself. While you can. " Lucius smiled unkindly at Harry before relinquishing his hand and walking off with Draco at his heels. But Dracos' eyes still stayed tranced to y/n.

"Are you all right, Harry?" Arthur asked.

"Yeah, just fine."

"Well, let's keep moving then. "We don't want anyone taking our place, do we?"Amos called from where he stood, and everyone began working their way up the stairs.

"Are you sure you're fine?" y/n turned to Harry as they waited to start climbing the stairs.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Nothing big. " Harry stuttered as he once more felt his cheeks heat up. But this time, it seemed like y/n noticed and it made him avert his eyes from her.

y/n smiled as she quickly gave him a peck on the cheek, taking the boy by surprise. "Good, now come on."

Harry couldn't fight the grin that broke out on his face when y/n turned and grabbed a hold of his hand to start wall up the stairs.

Oh boy.

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Generally speaking, I’m fascinated by how narratives around athletes are built. Some of the basic models are: Well He Loved It So Much So We Never Pushed Him He Is Just Like This vs. We Built This Phenom From The Ground Up With Our Genius Guidance.

Connor Bedard pretty firmly falls in the former camp (take a shot every time his parents are quoted saying their son is effectively a Terminator with hockey-playing software installed). Macklin Celebrini is definitely more in the “I, his father, handcrafted him into a more bespoke sports robot”; there’s been a lot of attention on his dad’s career as VP of player health and conditioning in the NBA’s Golden State Warriors org being a cornerstone of Macklin’s development.

I also generally have interest in the mechanics and minutiae of injuries and rehab. Anyone who’s rehabbed a serious injury can probably relate. Anyway, all this media is catnip to me, so, here, have a Rick Celebrini media roundup, focused on the last few years as draft buzz around Macklin increased.

ESPN | What makes Macklin Celebrini the next big thing in hockey

Rick helped Macklin and his siblings -- brothers Aiden, 19; RJ, 12; and sister, Charlie, 15 -- along each of their athletic journeys, where he balanced the line between trainer and dad.

"When they're working out, I tell them there has to be a professionalism to your approach and what you do. And that's when I'm not Dad," Rick said. "But in their times when they're vulnerable, then I become Dad, and I'll always be Dad."

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"When Rick first got [to Golden State] his kids would be running up and down the court playing pickup 3-on-3, with the whole family, Robyn too," [Golden State Warriors head coach] Kerr said. "It's so funny seeing them as kids and then all of a sudden, you find out the two older boys are big-time hockey players.

"And then I started to really ask Rick more about his kids and what they were doing. Then there's little Charlie, the tennis player. And then I realized, Rick's cooking something up in his house. ... He's just churning out athletes over there."

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There's a reason the Warriors wanted to support Rick. He's been crucial to their culture and success.

"He's one of the best human beings I know, and that's straight from the heart," [Golden State Warriors head coach] Kerr said. "He's got this great combination of emotional intelligence and technical knowledge of his field and humor and authority. The players see him every day, and so for us it means so much that he's one of the first people they see and feel, and he just sets an incredible tone."

[Golden State Warriors player Draymond] Green called Rick "a giver."

"He gives his time, he gives his energy, he gives his effort," Green said. "He's a magician when it comes to the body. He's a magician when it comes to the mind. He is our secret weapon and he's an incredible father. He's an incredible man."

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Sharks on NBCS | 08 May 2024

Rick Celebrini: I’ve said this a number of times, you know, he was born to be a hockey player, as much as I tried to convince him into other sports or other activities, he always gravitated to being a hockey player.

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The Athletic: Inside what may be Macklin Celebrini’s final days of BU hockey: Shoe Check, heartbreak, and a big decision

Plenty of college coaches reached out to Macklin. Pereira was the first to call Rick, who was in the 2022 NBA Finals with the Warriors against the Boston Celtics at the time. Pereira left a voicemail:

“Rick, this is Joe Pereira from Boston University. Before I go any further, I want to let you know I’m not a Celtics fan. I know you’re flying into town. I want to talk to you about your boys.”

Rick soon replied via text: “LOL. I’ll give you a call later.”

The next day, Rick met with Pandolfo and his staff. When the Warriors traveled to Boston for Game 6, the Celebrini boys came along.

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Rick believes his son can see the bigger picture with this future-changing decision. He has been open to insight from his support system, including family, advisers with CAA (like Pat Brisson and Matt Williams) and coaches.

“Me and (Warriors coach) Steve Kerr talk about this all the time,” Rick said. “There’s a value to being patient and developing at a level that’s more conducive to development. The NHL is not a developmental league. The NBA is not a developmental league. You’re either ready or you’re not. But college hockey is more conducive to that with the schedule, the work in the weight room and practice schedule.”

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“An Arizona scout called me and goes, ‘For what you do for a living, where would you say he is on his developmental curve?’” Rick recalled. “Honestly, he’s a puppy. He shaves once every couple weeks. He’s not even through puberty. He really is a kid, kid. He’s got a little bit of maturing and growing to do, just getting that thickness of a man’s body.”

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The Mercury News | How Warriors trainer’s son became NHL’s top draft prospect — and possibly Sharks’ future star

“I think it’s been massive for me,” Celebrini told this news organization. “Everything from injury prevention to different things to work on and understanding how an athlete works, the tolerance of an athlete — all that knowledge kind of displayed onto us, it all helped massively in our development.”

Rick isn’t a mad scientist. He never forced any of his children to play sports.

But here they are, elite athletes anyway: Macklin soon the top pick, Aiden already drafted by the Canucks, Charlize, 15, one of the top Canadian players her age, and RJ, the youngest with perhaps the most potential in the rink.

“It’s been around them their whole lives,” Rick said, “so I think they’ve just naturally gravitated to (sports).”

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Much else was taught, though, by one of North America’s brightest sports medicine minds, including cross-sport exposure.

“I feel like soccer helped me in so many ways, even ways I didn’t really think about,” Macklin told this news organization. “Vision or spacing, just problem-solving. There’s so many benefits to playing different sports.”

After getting his PhD in physical therapy at the University of British Columbia and playing pro soccer, Rick worked three Winter Olympics — first as a physiotherapist for Canada’s Alpine Ski Team and then as the 2010 games’ chief therapist and medical manager. He became the Vancouver Whitecaps’ team physiotherapist and co-founded the Fortius Institute, where he worked with close friend Steve Nash. In 2018, he joined the Warriors and soon became one of the most respected members of the organization.

Rick brought his work home with him, too. When his kids were little, he’d create obstacle courses for them on playgrounds, “gamifying” physical activity. During a flight delay at the Orlando airport after a trip to Disney World, he set up a sprinting circuit for the kids in the terminal.

“You’re really trying to tease out multi-directional movement and cutting, change of direction, ducking under things and jumping over things,” Rick said.

Part of Rick’s PhD research was in motor skill acquisition. In layman’s terms: how to optimize movement. In Rick’s terms: building a young athlete’s “physical literacy.”

On beach vacations in Maui, Rick would lead his kids through sprints and hops in the sand. In another game, Rick would kick a soccer ball and have Macklin and Aiden race to retrieve it, critiquing their strides.

The Celebrini family’s unofficial motto is “What did you do today to get better?”

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The Warriors’ whisperer: If Golden State is to repeat, he’ll have a hand in it

“He just guided me through tough days,” [Golden State Warriors player Klay] Thompson said. “So many calf raises. So many days on the shuttle board. Then the HydroWorx? Pssh. If it wasn’t for Rick Celebrini, I wouldn’t be where I am today. That’s a fact.”

Celebrini doesn’t score points. He doesn’t make roster decisions. He doesn’t sign checks. Yet, owner Joe Lacob empowers him. President of basketball operations Bob Myers believes in him. Kerr listens to him. The team’s stars swear by him.

Celebrini might be the most powerful figure in the organization you don’t know. In many ways, the NBA’s most valuable franchise, while loaded with legendary figures and dynamic personalities, shifts on the acumen and decisions of this 55-year-old former soccer player from Canada.

“Coach is 1A,” Stephen Curry said, followed by a chuckle. “(Celebrini) might be 1B.”

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“I think that position is one of the three or four most important in the whole basketball operations department — especially considering that the players are the most important people,” Myers said of Celebrini’s role. “We have $360 million invested in our players and their health. So finding someone to navigate that, you can’t overstate that level of importance.”

The Warriors are certain they’ve found the right person in Celebrini. At 6-foot-1, he still has the shoulders of a center-back and the jawline of a hockey goon. But his ready smile and friendly disposition give an unassuming vibe. His allegiance to the background, his preference for existing beneath the championship fray, throws people off the scent. Inside the franchise, though, Celebrini is a pivotal figure.

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On the same night that Thompson returned from his 941-day absence — a milestone for Celebrini’s rehab process — Green felt tightness in his left calf in pregame warmups. He stopped his routine short, went into Celebrini’s office and gave him a heads up.

“All right, we’re going to get an MRI on your back,” Celebrini said.

‘No, but Rick, my calf is tight,” Green insisted.

“Yeah,” Celebrini said. “Let’s just MRI your back.”

Celebrini was right. The MRI revealed a disc injury in Green’s lower back. A nerve problem was causing weakness in his left calf.

“He knew right away,” Green said. “He’s blown my mind.”

Several athletes who have dealt with Celebrini say his ability to figure out the source of a persistent problem is key to his treatment process. He’s like Dr. House for athletes.

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Curry immediately noticed Celebrini’s attention to detail and the creativity of his approach. Nine days later, the Warriors were in Dallas. Celebrini and Carl Bergstrom — then the Warriors’ director of performance — put Curry through a pregame workout he describes as one of the hardest he’s ever done. It involved a wall, a BOSU ball and 100 single-leg squats.

In between the 10 sets of 10 squats, Curry and Celebrini essentially … slow-danced?

“Basically, it’s like a ballet dance,” Curry said, “where you simulate real-life game movements, but you do it at such a slow, methodical speed. So it’s training your neurological system to be like, ‘I remember the pattern of these moves,’ even though you’re not going full speed. It was so methodical, but he was locked into every single set. And that’s when I knew, like, I was getting stronger in the process of healing and I was gonna come back ready to go.

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Celebrini became interested in sports medicine as a teenager, after he fractured his ankle playing soccer. He did his rehab with Alex McKechnie, who was also treating professional athletes, and Celebrini was intrigued.

He played college soccer at Capilano University for his first two years. He transferred to the University of British Columbia in 1987, playing five seasons at the school and winning four consecutive Canadian soccer championships. He also played for Canada’s under-20 national team in the 1987 FIFA World Youth Championship and eventually defended for the Vancouver 86ers of the American Professional Soccer League.

After graduating, Celebrini began pursuing his career in sports medicine while playing professionally. His career on the pitch was constantly hampered by injuries, including multiple ACL tears. But his career in sports medicine was ascending. In 2010, Celebrini served as the manager of medical services and chief therapist for the entire Winter Olympics. In 2011, he was hired as the team’s physiotherapist by his former professional club, which became the Vancouver Whitecaps.

In 2013, Celebrini was a co-founder of the MultiSport Centre of Excellence in his hometown of Burnaby, British Columbia. The $54 million facility became an epicenter of elite sports medicine. It is from this post that Celebrini consulted and worked with athletes in the NBA and NHL.

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[W]hen Green was recovering from a back injury that knocked him out of action for more than two months. Green said his rehab required relearning how to walk and run. Celebrini promised Green he would get him healthy as long as he committed to the process. Green did and Celebrini was by his side the entire way. He made the hour-plus drive from home to Chase Center to work with Green and often spent at least three hours per session in the weight room with him.

It was a brutal process, as mentally grueling as it was physically. Green remembers how Celebrini did every step of the work himself instead of delegating some of the work to his staff. Even during the 2022 All-Star break, when Green went to Cabo San Lucas, Celebrini went with him.

“I remember one day he needed to go see his son,” Green said. “He was in tears that he had to leave. We were in L.A. He was like, ‘I’m gonna go see Mack.’ He was in tears. He went for a day, came back and locked back in with me the next day. That might be the only day in the whole time that I did not see him.”

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The Athletic | How NBA superstars showed the NHL’s next top prospect the way

The next day, Macklin underwent an MRI that revealed a significant injury, a partial posterior labrum tear. An orthopedic surgeon recommended immediate surgery.

“I’m thinking it’s my second game of the year and my season is pretty much done,” [Macklin] says. “I’m facing a six-month recovery and my year is over. All of this work for two games, and now I have to rehab my whole shoulder.”

That’s when Dad entered the picture. “He called me in tears,” Rick says. “I consulted with a couple of colleagues and people I knew.” Their consensus: Skip the surgery for now. Opt for rehab.

“So I was out for two weeks, rehabbed it, got it strong enough and stable enough to play,” Macklin says.

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A subsequent MRI revealed that the once partial posterior labrum tear was now complete. The injury was now classified as severe and surgery was unavoidable.

Macklin’s surgery was conducted in Vail, Colo., by Dr. Peter Millett, a shoulder specialist who has operated on several NHL-level players, including Montreal Canadiens defender Arber Xhekaj last summer.

The surgery went well, but as Rick and Macklin settled in for a lengthy summer of rehab, doubts emerged.

Rick would say later it was the “most pressure I’ve ever felt working through an injury with a player.”

Helping top athletes recover and rehabilitate from injury is his profession, honed over years with teams in Vancouver and from 2018 with the Golden State Warriors of the NBA. But with his own son, he wondered: “Should I get someone else to do this with Macklin?”

“When it’s your son, with the emotional piece, and going into his big draft year, there was an element of stress and anxiety,” he says. “Once the dust settles and you focus on the task at hand, that’s when each day has its objectives, and you just execute on them.”

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Rick and Macklin spent a large part of the summer of 2023 together.

On the Celebrini family ranch in Northern California, where they moved after Rick joined the Warriors, Macklin worked diligently to rehab his shoulder under his father’s watchful eyes.

Rick, the team’s director of sports medicine and performance, has been a leader in his field for years. He worked with the Canadian men’s Alpine ski team at the 1994 and 2002 Winter Olympics, served as medical manager and chief therapist during the 2010 Winter Olympics and was the director of rehabilitation for the Vancouver Canucks of the NHL (from 2014-18) and the Vancouver Whitecaps of MLS (from 2011-18).

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[Macklin] said his dad helped him anticipate and endure the hard days. “He was clear to me, ‘This is a challenge you’ve never faced before, and it’s going to be difficult,’” Macklin says. “And … he kept telling me, ‘It’s going to heal.’ That was something I had in the back of my mind the whole time, like, ‘Yeah it’s sore, but it’s going to get better. Eventually it’ll be back to full strength and back to normal.'”

Rick spoke from experience. He had worked with Kevin Durant while he recovered from his torn Achilles tendon injury. He had helped Klay Thompson return from his torn ACL. He was able to tap into those experiences, helping his son trust that those difficult days would pass.

“Early on when the objective was to reassure him, you draw on those anecdotes,” Rick says. “With the surgeon and the injury that he had, there was never a doubt that if he was comprehensive and worked at all elements of the rehab of his shoulder and the rest of his body … that he would come back stronger.

“I was able to give him real life examples and that helps when it isn’t just encouraging words from his dad.”

San Jose Hockey Now | Rick Celebrini Pulling for Sharks to Draft Macklin Celebrini

Sheng Peng: Rick, you’re a soccer guy…even represented Team Canada in your youth…and your wife, Robyn, also a college soccer player. Yet all three of your sons are hockey players and your daughter is a tennis player.”

Rick: Yeah, we failed miserably. [laughs] I thought we had a chance of at least one of them becoming a soccer player.

TSN | Macklin Celebrini shares a special connection to Draymond Green and the Golden State Warriors

Draymond Green: He is someone that is invaluable to us. He keeps guys on the floor, and when guys aren’t on the floor, he puts plans together to make sure guys are firing on all cylinders. A guy you can go talk to and confide in, that’s who Rick is to this team.

Rick Celebrini: I truly feel a commitment to the players, to look after them as athletes but [also] as human beings, and I don’t say that lightly. It really drives not only what I do, but how I do it, these days.

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Rick Celebrini: I have, at different times, challenged them: if you really love this, if you have a passion for it, let me help you get to the pinnacle of that sport.

Aiden Celebrini: He was our dad, but he was also our director of player health and performance. “What’s your plan today? What are you doing to get better today?” That was his philosophy with us growing up.

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Steve Kerr: We joke a bit with Rick. Do the kids really need to hear that every single moment? Can you just watch a movie one night? There’s no doubt, he treats his kids just like he treats his players.

Robyn Celebrini: What Rick would tell [Macklin] is: this is what it takes. You can’t do what everyone else is doing and expect to achieve greatness. Most people just see the glory, but a lot of people forget about all the hard work that goes into those moments.

Macklin Celebrini: He’s serious. When it’s time to work, it’s time to work. I like that, I respond to it.

Rick Celebrini: I mean, it’s a tough life. I think he understands it’s necessary for him to achieve his defined goals.

#macklin celebrini #rick celebrini #princessology #media roundup #web-weaving

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A HH Lucifer-centric AU 10/?

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22

Yknow,

The more I think about it...

This is looking a lot more like an Infected AU.

P.S. already apologies for the Hamilton reference laksjdlksaj I couldn't help it.

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Lucifer is having a hard time breathing.

Beyond the safety border is a sea of red flowers of a kind Lucifer has never seen before in his lifetime. They seem to have sprouted from the crawling roots.

The King of Hell would've even said it was beautiful- he would've been in awe what with the flowers shimmering under Sloth's source of light creating serene waves whose sounds can lull one to sleep.

He would have.. if it weren't for what's coming out of it.

A thick, black miasma is seeping its way out of the flowers' mouths causing the suffocating air in the previously cleanest place in all of hell.

Roo's presence is more prominent than ever. Belphegor and her people at the site are all wearing masks to protect themselves from the dark mist.

Belphegor's voice makes him come down from the skies.

Belphegor: Lucifer!

Lucifer: What is this?

Belphegor: Sloth lost power for an hour which we guess is Roo's doing. When it came back... all these flowers were here. Most inhaled a bit of the miasma but no immediate effects. We have required everyone to put on a mask to be sure. With the sudden onset of this presumably toxic air, evacuation to Lust is starting earlier than expected.

Lucifer: That's good.

Belphegor: The sealing ritual will start in a day or two. Satan wants to be sure there are no more surprises once we start.

Lucifer: He's right. t will just be a waste of time and resources.

Belphegor: ...Lucifer?

Lucifer: Hmm?

Belphegor: Will I lose your respect if I admit that I'm afraid?

Lucifer turns to his old friend (sibling, really), eyes growing soft.

Lucifer: As long as you won't lose yours for me.

Belphegor: You're afraid?

Lucifer: Yes. Just like I was when I rebelled against heaven. Or when I was made King of Hell. Or when Charlie was born. I'm as afraid now as I was before.

Belphegor: Oh..

Lucifer: Am I worth any less to you now?

Belphegor: No! Of course not! You will always be my, our, King. When you say jump, we ask how high. If you wish to go to war with Heaven, we shall ask when.

Lucifer smiles a bit. He was just teasing Belphegor. He and the Sins have endured Hell's greatest hardships together- he doesn't think he can lose respect for any of them if they tried.

Lucifer: Then there's my answer.

Belphegor: I- thank you.

Lucifer: I have to get going now. The sooner I find her, the sooner I can get back.

Belphegor: Are you sure that she will provide assistance for Hell's problems?

Lucifer: Let me worry about that.

Belphegor: Of course, do be careful on your journey, Lucifer.

Lucifer: Thanks, Bel.

Lucifer mimics opening a curtain to create a portal to the living world. He's about to go through when the Sin of Sloth calls his name once more.

Belphegor: Lucifer!

His sister gives him a deep bow. Murmurs around them spur as the people of Sloth have never seen their Prince act like this before. Lucifer can't blame them, it's not like he and the Sins ever interact in public. They don't know that Belphegor and the others always make sure to show Lucifer their loyalty to him.

Belphegor: I- we- have the greatest honor to be your obedient servant.

Lucifer looks around and sees that all the people have followed suit in bowing.

Lucifer: And I you.

And with that, he finally leaves Hell.

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The moment Lucifer sets foot on Earth is a whiplash. It has been a while since he even ventured outside of Hell despite being allowed to- too guilty to leave because if the souls his actions had dammed to hell can't, then he too shouldn't-

He feels the cool breeze caress his face and play with his wings like a child would. There are birds up on the trees singing, fish in the nearby pond splashing, and then a few deers looking at him with curious eyes. Wow, Alastor's still following him.

Lucifer casts an invisibility spell on himself and prepares to fly. Once he was up in the sky, he took in one last appreciative look at the scene.

Lucifer: You've grown, Eden.

He says to no one and leaves.

A gust of strong winds suddenly blows through the forest below, causing the animals to sing their sounds along with the rustling leaves of the trees and grass.

If the fallen angel stayed a while longer, maybe he would've heard the wind utter a reply.

'We've missed you, dear angel.'

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What to look forward to in Part 11:

Luci's thoughts as he travels around Earth.

The meetup

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Platonic like,,, older sibling type situations with charlie (hazbin)? :D hrhshdhshs (this is totally not ur bf totally not i would never)

Omg haiiiiii :3 <3

Charlie as your Older Sibling!!!

You are the only family member she has regular contact with tbh.

Either you decided to help with her Hazbin Hotel project, or you didn’t-but she worries about you, so she keeps in contact.

She’s always been like, the best older sister you could ever have.

She always made time for you, especially when your guys’s parents didn’t have the time-being the rulers of hell and all.

now that you’re both grown up (or atleast she is) she still keeps in regular contact with you.

calls you as often as possible (she’s pretty busy, so it’s definitely not every night like she’d like.) and keeps up with what you’re up to.

If you came to help her work on the Hazbin Hotel, she would be ECSTATIC.

gives you the BIGGEST, tightest squeeze hug ever before you even step into the hotel.

enthusiastically introduces you to everyone.

Unfortunately, she is a little gullible. So while she is protective, she is also easy to trust people-so you’ll want to look out for yourself there.

sometimes forgets you’re older now and catches herself treating you like you’re still a tiny kid. You have to remind her that you’re older now. (That’s so sweet idmfnfbdjdjs)

When the battle with heaven comes, she is SO reluctant to let you fight. You have to BEG her to let you fight.

Alastor may or may not use your safety as leverage over Charlie at some point….

Vaggie is protective over you. She’s not very openly affectionate, but she protects you.

Tbh everyone in the hotel is surprised when you arrived. Charlie never mentioned she had a SIBLING.

If you’re a dude, Angel Dust is flirting with you. I’m sorry. You’re his new target 😔 (temporarily, atleast.)

Charlie QUICKLY puts an end to that though, so don’t worry.

Alastor sees you as a total power opportunity. Cmon, make a deal with him. What’s the harm in a simple deal between friends? (Lies)

These were kinda short, didn’t have a lotttt of ideas for these. Sorry babe ^^’

#headcanons #asks open #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel charlie #charlie morningstar #platonic headcanons #family headcanons

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Speak - Chapter 3

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Story Description: Bella Swan was a disaster when Edward had left. Deciding she needed a little help, Charlie Swan receives with open arms his younger daughter (Y/N) Swan. She helps Bella during her depression and becomes inseparable from her long-lost friend Jacob. What she didn’t expect was falling for a hotheaded short-tempered silver wolf.

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A/N: oh oh, Paul seems to be sneaking into (Y/N)'s thoughts... Also changed up the story to third person POV, cause I couldn't continue in first. 😅

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For the past couple of days, a smile had been plastered on (Y/N)’s face. The nightly phone calls with Jake had started growing longer, even though they didn’t have much more to talk about. But his voice was a comforting embrace during Bella’s tortured screams. As time passed, the girl just seemed to get worse.

As Christmas day finally approached, Charlie and (Y/N) thought she’d be happier. At least just a bit better. It had always been a cheery holiday regardless of their familial situation. Renée made sure that the girls woke up to presents under the tree and spare cookies “Santa” had left behind. Even if Bella never said she liked the theatrics of it all, (Y/N) could tell she enjoyed the thought that went into it. Those were moments the younger Swan was sure would overshadow whatever black cloud that was hanging over her.

Granted, she had no way of knowing how deeply in love Bella was with this Edward character. In less than a year, he was able to cause more damage than their parent’s separation had ever been able to, and she had been devastated – for a bit.

“Hey, Bells,” (Y/N) tiptoed into her room. Much like every other day, she sat on her office chair staring into the endlessness of the woods behind our house. “I was gonna wrap up some presents for tomorrow. Mind if I do it in here for a bit of company?”

A grunt of agreement.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes as she placed everything on the bed, unloading the unnecessary amount of presents in her arms. “You know, Uncle Billy invited us over to spend Christmas with him and Jake. Dad is gonna try to put on a barbecue in this snow,” she chuckled, and she could have sworn she had heard the skin on her cheeks creak up into a smile. “I still remember when we were little, and he tried so hard to light the barbecue during a blizzard. And the wind just kept blowing the flame off. He was so pissed and packed the steaks away.

But, yeah, I’ve never understood why they like meat so much. I mean we’re in freezing weather and he still wants to do a cookout.”

“Just be thankful there’s something he can cook,” she croaked out. (Y/N) almost leaped off the bed when she heard the sound. But treating her like a wild animal was the best route – no sudden sounds or movements. “And that you eat meat.”

“Right, the vegetarian thing. I mean, I can make you anything, so you don’t feel left out.” (Y/N) softly prodded around the situation, maybe she could catch her sister in a moment where she’d finally agree to leave her bedroom. “I’m sure everyone would be more than delighted if you were there.”

“I’m not going, (Y/N),” Bella whispered. Her shoulders slumped once more and all the liveliness that (Y/N) could have sworn had returned to her body, dissipated in a breath.

“Come on, Bella,” she complained. “You need to leave the house for another place other than school and the Newton’s store. You were broken up with, you’re not dead.”

Bella’s body morphed back into the statue-like position she rested in most of her days. Her sights were once again frozen on the window, searching for something – someone – that simply was not there. (Y/N) had joked to their dad that they should throw the chair away while she was at school, but as each day passed it seemed like more of a possibility.

“Fine, Bells,” she sighed and gathered all her things. “You know, this guy must have been heaven on earth, cause no one’s worth this much pain.”

It’s difficult to pull someone from a hole they created for themselves. Bella was stuck deep in this hole, but she was making no effort to get out of it, regardless of how many people were trying to help her. (Y/N) found it almost baffling how many people cared for her sister, but she only cared for the one guy that left her to rot.

The girl finished wrapping the rest of the presents in her room before starting a quick dinner for her father and herself, knowing Bella would most likely not eat anything, like every other night. (Y/N) knew her irritation was visible. She loved her sister, but her behavior was starting to become unbearable. A couple of more months of this and she was sure she’d go insane. It had been four months and, as time passed, she seemed to be getting worse rather than better. It was exhausting.

After finishing up a pot of spaghetti and meat sauce, (Y/N) left a plate served inside the microwave and a note on the fridge for her dad. She was far too exhausted to clean up and left all the dirty dishes in the sink. Dad could clean it, she thought. Instead, she went up the stairs and plopped onto her bed, allowing the warm comforter and the pillow to pull her into a deep sleep.

But before she could truly succumb to slumber, her phone rang. Jacob’s name lit up the screen, and under the words, “come outside” were displayed. Instantly, a smile spread across the girl’s face. If there was anyone that could put her out of my sour mood, it would be him.

Running out the door, she put on her boots and wrapped a jacket around her body. She was met with the visual of Jacob in his truck wearing a devilish grin on his face. He reached over and opened the passenger door for (Y/N) and beaconed her inside. Trying to avoid spending more time in the cold she jumped into the truck, sighing contentedly as warmth engulfed her.

“Hey,” he smiled. Jacob leaned over the center console, placing one hand on her cheek and pulling her toward him before placing a kiss on her lips. “Couldn’t wait until tomorrow to see you.”

“I noticed,” she chuckled shyly. There was no reason for her to still be nervous around him, but she simply couldn’t help the butterflies in her stomach. What she didn’t know at the time was that the butterflies were a warning. “I’m glad you couldn’t wait.”

“Were you able to convince Bella to come?”

“I tried,” she sighed. “There’s just no getting through to her right now.”

“Man, that Cullen bastard really did a number on her.” She could see the anger coming from Jacob. It was like a burning aura that surrounded him. His teeth were gritted, and his hands had closed into a tight fist. “Where does he get off abandoning her like that? If I were him, I would have never let her go. She doesn’t deserve that.”

That had stung. (Y/N) knew he was probably not over his silly crush on Bella, but to mention being with her while being with (Y/N), hurt. But she knew she couldn’t bring that up without causing a fight. “Can we please not talk about that,” the girl said instead. “I feel like my life has become Bella Swan’s Days of our Lives.”

“Yeah, sorry,” he laughed awkwardly. “You know, something weird happened the other day.”

“What happened?”

“You remember that guy that was staring at you at the bonfire a couple of days ago?”

“Paul something?”

“Lahote, yeah,” he corrected. “He came over and told me I should stay away from you. Did something happen there?”

He was... jealous? The question came out of nowhere. (Y/N) thought she had been clear that she had never met him before seeing him that night, and that she wanted nothing to do with him. Although ever since that night she could not get his addictive stare out of her head. When she closed her eyes at night, even if she started by thinking of Jake, her brain couldn’t help but dissolve into his piercing brown gaze. Her head would not shake the image of the boy from it.

“Jake, I already told you that you have nothing to worry about there,” she smiled at him in an attempt to subdue his anger. “I don’t know who this Paul guy thinks he is, but I am not interested in him in the slightest.”

“It’s just, the gall this guy has to think he has some kind of claim over you. As if he doesn’t know who you are to me.”

“What am I to you exactly?” she teased. They had yet to have any conversation about where this relationship was headed. It had been such a short amount of time, but they had known each other for a lifetime. "I would like to know."

“Well, I’m hoping you’d like to be my girlfriend,” he grinned, any sign of anger disappearing. “What do you say?”

“I don’t know,” (Y/N) giggled coyly. “Maybe I should keep my options open just in case Paul decides to ask me out. Wouldn’t want to close out the market.”

“You’re funny.”

He leaned in once more for a kiss, but this one was different. Jake scooched closer to (Y/N), doing his best to deepen it. She ran her fingers through his long hair as his hands rested on the sides of her face. This was desperate and passionate, just the thing to push Paul Lahote out of her mind.

As the windows started fogging and their hands started traveling south, a knock on the window startled the teenagers apart.

“I really hope that’s not you, Jacob Black, with my daughter,” Charlie spoke through the fogged-up window, flashlight in hand.

Jake flashed her an apologetic smile before rolling down the window on his side. "Hey, sheriff. How’s your night been?”

“Well, it was a very uneventful one at first,” he grumbled. “Until I came home, and I saw your truck with misty windows and my daughter in the passenger seat. Hi, (Y/N).”

“He~ey, dad.” She gave him a small wave and covered her reddened face with her hands. “We were just talking.”

“Last time I checked talking doesn’t fog up windows, honey,” her father countered. “Let’s go, (Y/N). Jacob, get home.”

She jumped out of the truck after squeezing Jake’s hand as reassurance and joined her father’s side. Promptly, he pushed her behind him, acting as a barrier between Jacob and the girl.

“We’ll see you tomorrow, Jacob.”

“Alright, Mr. Swan,” he responded. She could tell he was swallowing the laughter that had bubbled in his throat and was threatening to spill. “Bye, (Y/N).”

“See you, Jake.”

“Get in the house, (Y/N).”

Her father’s reaction was perplexing. He’d always liked Jake. He even joked when they were little that they would make a cute couple. Now, he was acting as if he’d caught her with a dangerous stranger. She wondered if he’d reacted this way when Bella first brought Edward around.

“What was that spectacle outside, (Y/N)?” Charlie finally broke the silence, fuming. “What exactly did you think you were doing?”

“Um, I was kissing my boyfriend,” she responded matter-of-factly. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.”

“Boyfriend? Since when is Jacob Black your boyfriend?”

“As of five minutes ago, roughly?” She was trying to liven the mood adding a tone of comedy, but she could tell her father was having none of it. “I don’t get why you’re so upset, dad. You’ve always loved Jake.”

“I’ve already got one heartbroken daughter,” he sighed. Charlie rubbed his temples, hiding the fear in his face. “I don’t know what I would do if both of you were. Jake’s a good kid but I could never forgive him if he hurt you, honey.”

“Let’s not get ahead of this, dad,” she chuckled dryly. (Y/N) had faith in her relationship, but she couldn’t help the doubt that crept into her head when her dad mentioned Jake breaking her heart. “We literally just became official. You’re ending us before we’ve even started. One thing I can tell you is that I won’t be like Bella.”

“Sweetheart, you don’t know that. I just don’t want to see you in the same pain your sister is going through.”

“Dad, I understand you’re worried,” she smiled at her father. To calm him, (Y/N) grabbed his calloused hands and gave them a squeeze. “But I am not Bella, and Jacob is not Edward. Have a little faith in me, yeah?”

“I can’t help it, (Y/N),” Charlie said. “It kills me to see Bella like this. I don’t want you to go through that.”

“I know, and I promise you that you will never have to go through this again with me,” she said. “Now, why don’t you go eat and go to bed? We have a long day tomorrow.”

“Alright, darling,” he responded defeated. “Good night.”

“Good night, dad.”

(Y/N) disappeared up the stairs, passing by her sister’s room. She mumbled a good night to her stoic sister before finally getting into her bed to hopefully sleep this time. She wanted to rest. Yet, when she closed her eyes the same ones that had been haunting her dreams stared back.

Something about him called to her. She only knew his name and still, he took possession of her thoughts. Deep inside her, something begged her to get closer to him. There was no reason for him to be in her head, much less in her dreams.

She was standing in a clearing, looking over a still river. Her body was clothed in a white flowing dress and her feet were bare. (Y/N) turned, taking in the scenery and breathing the fresh air. The sun felt warm against her skin, beckoning a smile to her face.

“You look beautiful, darling,” a voice spoke. “Absolutely radiant.”

“Thank you, Paul. And you look as handsome as ever,” she giggled. “Come here.”

He walked slowly to her, a playful grin propped on his face. His arms circled her waist and wrapped her in a tight hug, lifting her from the ground and spinning her around. As he slid her back to the ground, he placed a hand on her cheek, his thumb running through her cheek. (Y/N) closed her eyes and enjoyed the touch, his warmth feeling better than the one the sun provided.

She felt different with him. Unlike with Jake, Paul didn’t make her feel butterflies. He made her feel calm, at peace. There was a homely feeling to being in his arms. Like she had found the right place to be in. She fit perfectly between them like she was made to be there.

(Y/N) allowed him to pull her toward the water, sinking into the comfortable river. She gave him a smile and shrieked happily as the coldness seeped through her bones. Her white dress quickly soaked and his denim shorts darkened.

“This water is freezing, Paul,” she whispered to him. He kept her close, his arms wrapped around her. “Don’t you dare let go.”

“I would never, beautiful,” he grinned. (Y/N) could feel his breath tickling her face, cooling the droplets of water that had splashed on it “I’ve got you now, and I’m never planning on letting you go.”

“Is that a threat?” she joked, copying the smile on his face.

“It’s a promise, darling,” Paul said. “It’s a promise.”

He closed the space between them and pressed their lips together. (Y/N) felt sparks running through her body, the feeling of belonging washing over her. This is where she was meant to be. He was who she was meant to be with.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you more, Paul.”

(Y/N) woke up with a startle, her breathing uneven and heavy. Her whole body was overheated. Her blanket felt too warm. She didn’t understand what that dream meant. More importantly, why it felt so real. She knew she loved Jake, and she didn’t even know Paul. What pull did he have on her that she kept dreaming of him?

She got up from her bed, going downstairs to get a cup of water. She was startled when she found her sister staring at the sink, the faucet running, and an overfilled glass under it. (Y/N) ran to the sink, turning off the water and putting a rag on her sister’s hand to soak up the water that had run down her arm.

“What’re you doing, Bells?” (Y/N) muttered.

“S-sorry,” Bella stammered finally realizing what she had done. “I didn’t realize.”

“It’s okay,” she sighed. “Why don’t you sit and drink that water? Have you had anything to eat? I can make you a quick sandwich.”

“Uh, sure,” the girl breathed out. “I, uh, overheard you and Charlie.”

“Oh?”

“You two are together?” Bella questioned. (Y/N) was surprised that her sister seemed interested in her life. Rarely was the time she inquired in (Y/N)’s life. “I didn’t know you liked him.”

“You’ve never asked,” she chuckled dryly. “But we’ve just been talking these past few days. Most we’ve done is kiss a few times. Tonight, he asked me to be his girlfriend.”

“Well, that’s nice.” (Y/N) placed a cheese sandwich before her, and Bella started picking at it and placing small bites into her mouth. “I always thought… never mind.”

“What, Bells? What did you always think?” She knew what her sister was thinking. Bella had always known Jake liked him. If she didn’t, she at least had to have an inkling. “That he liked you?”

“I thought so…”

“Well, maybe he did,” she sighed. “But that’s neither here nor there. He’s with me now, and that’s that.”

(Y/N) got up from the dinner table, leaving Bella by herself. She had no idea where that conversation was going, and she didn’t want to see where it would go. Her whole life she’d been second to Bella. To their parents, their friends – though, they wouldn’t notice – to Jake. This was the first time she felt she was being put first, and Bella wasn’t going to take it from her. Not this time. As much as she loved her sister, it was time to put herself first.

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look-at-the-soul · 11 months

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HIII ANGEL <3 can I request 'Hometown Glory' for the Adele music thing? I love that song so much overall so no specific lyric or anything for reference 🙈

Hello my darling! How have you been? 🥰 thank you so much for sending in this song as request!! As I started playing it over and over, I was playing different scenarios of how to make Tommy go back to his hometown. ✨

⚠️ There’s a bit angst but comfort after it

Lyrics and flashback in italics 😊 I hope you guys like this! Would love to hear your thoughts about it 💕

Song: Hometown Glory by Adele

Hometown Glory

Tommy sighed loudly as they entered the Birmingham territory, he got tense immediately, his energy changed and the atmosphere as well.

Charlie was sleeping in the back of the car, he saw his son through the rear-view mirror.

I've been walking in the same way as I did

Missing out the cracks in the pavement

It had been a while since he came back, over the years he changed, both mentally and physically. Unlike him, everything in Birmingham was the same, but worse; the smoke irritated his eyes, he found more factories than he could remember, people on the streets, smoke clouding around.

He took a turn and found the old church where his mother would take them every Sunday, he hadn’t stepped in one in ages. In the corner he found the old building where he and his brothers used to go to school when they were little, it was now abandoned and falling into pieces, he saw broken windows and the door was replaced by blocks.

"Is there anything I can do for you dear?

Is there anyone I could call?"

"No and thank you, please Madam

I ain't lost, just wandering"

No matter how hard these people worked, they’d never be able to get out of Small Heath, they could only hope to repeat the same story of their parents. They were still digging, but instead of getting out of the hole, they were moving deeper and deeper.

Tommy looked to the side, finding the pub where his Dad used to send him and Ada to get a bucket of beer for him, he even remembered the one time when he and his sister decided to bet who could run faster and the spilled almost half of the bucket, when they got home his father got pissed for the missing booze and started raising his voice, then Tommy saw him taking of his belt. It was only natural to ask Ada to run and hide while he took the beating for her.

As the memories were too vivid for his own liking, Tommy had to shake his head to them brush away.

Somehow his heart felt at ease with the familiarity as he stopped his vehicle outside the Watery Lane house, the place held so many good moments.

'Round my hometown

Memories are fresh

Taking Charlie’s sleepy body into his arms, Tommy had to hold his breath as he looked in the small space between two houses in the other side of the street.

Flashback

“Tommy!” Y/N squealed as his hands pulled her body towards his. “Someone might see us!”

Y/N tried to push him away, but his hands were resting firmly on her waist.

He laughed and the sound echoed in the small corridor while her palms attempted to stop him, but there was no use because he had other intentions.

Leaning towards her face, Tommy captured her lips in a soft kiss.

Y/N gave in, not only to his kiss but her hands gave up and instead of trying to push him away, she moved them to the back of Tommy’s head.

Taking a few blind steps, and Tommy had her pressed between the wall and his body.

“Let them see.” He replied after pulling apart to have some air.

He always waited for her there, he knew the exact time where she would go out to buy some bread for dinner and they’d sneak around before it was time to walk her home.

End of flashback.

'Round my hometown

Ooh the people I've met

Are the wonders of my world

Tommy felt the heartache was unbearable, but as Charlie stirred in his arms, he hurried to open the door to the house where he was once happy.

Shifting his son’s weight to one arm, he carried his kid upstairs, into his old bedroom, the same bed where he and Y/N would lie together to watch the stars and the moon. Memories of the two of them making love right there, burning his skin.

Tucking Charlie in, he stared at his son for a few seconds, before turning around to walk out of his room.

“Mama?” Charlie called half sleep.

Charlie’s voice made him stop on his tracks abruptly. His son had only started calling Y/N Mama.

“She will be back very soon, sleep well my boy.” Tommy lied and his eyes filled with tears.

Charlie had already lost Grace, his Mum. He couldn’t let him lose Y/N too, she was now his Mama, the woman who tucked him in and read him bedtime stories, the one who kissed him better.

Exhausted, Tommy flopped on the couch, he was quiet but his mind was already working at speed to find a way to get Y/N back.

His enemies finally found a way to make him surrender, by taking Y/N he no longer cared about any business, deal or wealth. For the very first time he was powerless, he wasn’t ahead of everyone else like he used to, he didn’t see that coming.

I like it in the city when the air is so thick and opaque

Because one morning she was kissing him say goodbye by the door, talking about going out for lunch together since she would be in the city visiting the orphanage and the next thing he knew is that she never showed up to have lunch, she was barely ten minutes late and Tommy knew something was wrong, she was never late.

As if she knew someone would take her, she left Charlie at home that day since he was sleeping. He wouldn’t be able to keep going if they took Charlie too.

Staring into the flames he made a silent promise; he wouldn’t stop looking for Y/N. He would give anything those bastards wanted, anything to get her back.

***

Looking at her nephew, Polly rubbed her forehead. Dark circles under his eyes, lines of worry decorating his features.

Just like she did for her nephews and niece all those years ago, now she stepped in again to take care of Charlie, she had help him have a bath that morning, get him dressed and have breakfast, all while Tommy was still waiting for a phone call.

As she was wiping her hands with a small cloth, she heard the unmistakable sounds Charlie was making from the living room. The image broke her heart; Charlie was playing on the floor with a horse made out of wood and he was holding a small photograph of Y/N, making voices as if she was riding his horse, but what really hit her like a bucket of cold water, was Tommy’s lost stare, his eyes fixed on his son and the photograph, his cigarette hanging from his lips, still unlit.

She quickly moved with the lighter in her hand and the movement made Tommy snap out.

“Jimmy McCavern called.” Tommy stated without an ounce of emotion.

“Charlie? Sweetheart go and find my shawl, it’s by the window in my old room.” She ushered the kid out of the living room, to then look back at her nephew. “So? What happened?”

“They want the racing licenses, the exportation permit, two pubs and Arrow House.”

“What?”

“It’s the Billy boys Pol, they want everything or nothing at all.”

“But..” She tried to reason with him.

“They planted explosives in my property, they almost killed my boy!” Tommy exploded, his heart was beating like a drum, hammering his ribs, his head. “I’m not going to risk Y/N, I’m giving them what they want.” He explained with fear in his voice and eyes.

Then before Polly could do or say anything else, he stormed out of the room.

“Is my Dad mad at me, aunt Pol?” Charlie looked from the floor to her with sadness.

“Oh no my sweet boy, no…” she tried to stop the tears forming in her eyes as she hugged Charlie, “he’s worried about Mama, that’s all, he sent a letter and she hasn’t written back,”

“But she’s alright, she’s shopping.” He explained sure of himself.

“That’s right, but you know Dad right? He worries too much.” Bitting the inside of her cheek, she extended her hand to Charlie. “How about you help me bake a pie?”

Charlie nodded and rushed to the kitchen, allowing Polly to take a deep breath, she wasn’t sure how long they could keep lying to Charlie and if Y/N would come back from the Billy boys on one piece.

I like it in the city when two worlds collide

You get the people and the government

Everybody taking different sides

Tommy slammed the door, making Lizzie jump in the process.

“Do you have the papers I asked you?”

Lizzie looked away.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” He was about to lose his patience.

“Tommy…”

“Lizzie give me the fucking papers!”

When she didn’t move, Tommy walked around her desk, took the keys from her skirt and after fumbling with the keys for several seconds, he finally opened the drawer. Rushing towards his office, he took the pen and signed the papers.

As he was about to go out, the ringing of his phone made him stop on his tracks.

“How’s the paperwork going Mr. Shelby?” Jimmy asked.

“I need to talk to Mrs. Shelby first.”

Jimmy groaned. “Fine, you can say hi to the wifey.”

The next thing Tommy heard was Y/N gasping and letting out a sound of pain.

“Y/N!”

“Tom… don’t believe anythi-”

“That’s enough bitch, now…” Jimmy tore off the phone from her ear and threw her to the floor.

“Don’t you dare to hurt her, prick!” Tommy yelled, feeling frustrated and useless.

“Oh, what are you gonna do about it tinker-boy?”

“I’ve the papers.” Tommy made a huge effort to control his emotions, he needed to think.

“That’s what I like about you Mr. Shelby you know how to make a deal.”

“I’ll have the rest of your demands by the end of the week.”

“Fabulous, meet me at the canal at five o’clock. And you can have the wifey back after you hand over the rest.”

“Charlie’s yard. But I need to see she’s alright.”

“Ha, that’s not going to happen, I need to have a little fun first.” Jimmy hang up before Tommy could say another word, and it only left him more agitated than he already was.

Bonnie was already dead and Aberama was injured badly, he couldn’t let Y/N get hurt.

Tommy wanted to throw away the phone but deep down he knew it wouldn’t change a thing. So he walked towards the bar, finding only another memory unlocked as he saw the decanter, Y/N bought it for him after his horse won a race. Just like the globe and the black horse figure, she also added an hourglass in one his shelves.

Everything, reminded him of Y/N. No matter where he looked at.

Taking the checkbook from his drawer he started filling the information on the cheque.

***

Let’s leave the wives out of this. Tommy had whispered to Jimmy before turning his back at him.

It required all of his strength to not kill Jimmy right there at Charlie’s yard, but his message was loud and clear.

Subtly, Tommy let slip a direct threat to Jimmy’s wife by handling him the £500 cheque. Then pointing at Isaiah patrolling around should’ve made clear that he wasn’t joking.

About a couple of hours later, Tommy got a phone call from the Midland Hotel, announcing Mrs. Shelby was dropped at front desk.

He couldn’t drive fast enough to the hotel, smoking frantically to release some stress. As he saw the building another memory hit him hard, as the big salon was the place Y/N chose for the wedding back in the day.

For an instant he was transported back in time to that day, watching her in her wedding gown walking towards him, with her big smile and eyes sparkling from the love they felt.

'Round my hometown

Memories are fresh

Nothing prepared him for what he was about to see, surrounded by a sea of people carrying towels and a first aid kit. Tommy felt like his heart stopped beating as Y/N appeared in his eyesight, there was a deep bruise decorating her cheek, her chin scraped just like her palms, they were already putting some kind of ointment.

“Mr. Shelby I ran a quick checkup on your wife, but I’d like to run a few tes-”

But Tommy finally reacted and pushed past the Doctor to get to his wife. Kneeling in front of her, his hands trembling before caressing her face gently, he didn’t want to make her even flinch from the pain.

“Are you alright love?” He asked with fear in his voice, he was terrified to learn she was hurt.

Y/N threw herself in his arms, feeling relieved to finally see him. “Oh Tom!” Tears flew freely as she wrapped her arms around his neck, his came to rest behind her back, trying to convince himself that she was safe now.

Are the wonders of my world

Taking his gloves off, he took a deep breath.

“I’m hungry.” Y/N stated easing the tension, her statement made Tommy chuckle slightly feeling like he was getting his wife back.

“You heard Mrs. Shelby, she wants to eat something!” He cracked a small smile, leaning forward to catch her lips in a soft kiss, allowing her to give him back the part of his soul that was missing.

Wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes, Y/N arranged Tommy’s tie.

“So… I really need to leave all of this behind, I want to go home, have a bath and give Charlie a hug and then snuggle with you all night.”

“You know I can’t just look the other way around and pretend nothing happened, right?” He already had a plan to get to that prick and not lose anything in the process.

“I know,” her voice faded away as her hand squeezed Tommy’s. “Just let me have this moment, yes? I was terrified that I’d never see you again.”

Tommy swallowed hard as her voice broke. His hands rested at each side of her face, to make her look at him.

“What makes you think that you’d get rid of me so easily, ey?” Tommy asked with glossy eyes.

“Never.” Y/N moved her hand to the back of his head.

“Charlie has been asking for you a lot, Polly told him you were out of town, shopping.”

“Oh! Then we really need to get a few things, to keep the lie going.” Y/N joked, earning a scoff from Tommy.

“Everything reminded me of you… the house, the neighbors, places we’ve been together, this hotel, where we got married.”

Tommy motioned Y/N to stand up, his arm around her waist for support. Kissing her hair softly, he could only think of the memories they still have yet to create.

***

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I was wondering if you had any Sir Pentious headcannons to share?

YESSSSSS Pent is one of my very favorites, I love him sm 🙏🙏

Sir Pentious headcannons!

Can't swim for the life of him. Actually CAN NOT. Everyone finds it weird due to the fact that he is a snake

He gets wasted so easily. 3 shots can get him drunk off his ass

He is the most awkward man in existence to start conversations, but once he starts talking he will never ever EVER shut up

Loves cats. Is terrified of dogs.

Can't figure out new technology for the life of him

Has such bad vision that when he finally gets glasses he screams in shock

He loves stuffed animals so fucking much

When he gets redeemed he becomes friends with what he calls "hells counterparts" (Emily, Molly, and Alastors mama)

He loves to read. He can easily lose track of the time by the hour when he's reading

He has a very green thumb, and loves plants.

Baby boy has insomnia

He is a HUGE cuddle bug! Loves snuggles and really any time of physical affection

Is a huge gentleman. He treats Cherri with all the respect and admiration in the world, which isn't something very commenly seen in hell

He loves soap opreas

He isn't a cannibal but he loves hanging around cannibal town, due to it being like a small 1800s village. It reminds him of his life.

He gets flustered SO EASY

Forces the rest of the hotel into tea time with him every day

Loves ballet. He knew how to dance in life and and is always sad he can't dance the same anymore now that he doesn't have legs

Has a soft spot for Charlie because she really reminds him of his little sister in life

He was married in life and had a daughter. he loved her very much and misses her every day

He was a shoe shiner when he was a teenager (a commen thing in 1800s england)

Hes one of the last few sinners left from pre-1920s. Most have been killed in Exterminations.

All of his eyes on his Cobera Hood and Tail are actual functioning eyes. The amount of vision he has is often overwhelming.

He would kill for his egg bois. Actually commit murder for them if they asked nicely.

He eats the banana with the peel on

I take hc requests!!

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eddiemunsons80sbaby · 7 months

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Everybody Hurts

Chapter 14

Pairing: EddieMunsonxReader

Summary: You needed to escape, escape from your life, your messy divorce, and all the pitying looks. Looks you couldn't ignore when everyone in town had known you and Cam, had known your shame and failure. So, you took the first job you could get, teaching third grade in a town called Hawkins. Little did you know, you were walking right into another messy situation, a messy situation with big brown eyes and long dark waves. But he's resistant, at times unbearable and you start getting curious about the town's past, his past, especially when things don't start adding up.

18+ Only for eventual smut

Next chapter: 11/29

Word Count: 7.3K

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Friday afternoon rolled around and you were picking up your classroom. The chaos of the school week always left the room needing a little attention at the end but you were taking more time than usual. You busied yourself with organizing materials for the next week, tossing broken pencils that had been carelessly discarded on the floor, and wiping down the tops of the desks. For once, you were in no hurry to run out the door, knowing you were facing a long weekend alone once again.

You’d effectively avoided everyone from the group since your shocking admission Tuesday night, mostly by not answering your phone any time that it rang. You knew your sister would be frantic if she’d been the one calling, but you couldn’t risk it. You didn’t need even more pity from more people again. And honestly, you could barely admit to yourself what a fool you’d been. How could you tell Kim that you’d let some jerk treat you like shit all over again? You couldn’t, not your strong, wise-ass sister who would never allow a man’s lies to get her into bed.

You wanted nothing more than to go back in time and keep your big mouth shut. In the heat of the moment, it felt good to call him out on his bullshit. He deserved every single ounce of your anger and then some for treating you the way he had. You weren't some tissue to be used and discarded in the trash. But once you’d gotten back to your house, riding your bike through the haze of angry tears that coated your eyes, you’d been horrified and ashamed at your public declaration.

How would you ever look any of them in the eye again now that they knew you’d allowed Eddie to use you like that? That you’d been dumb enough to believe the pretty words that had come out of that pretty mouth. You should have known better. Of course he didn’t mean anything that he’d said. He’d told you exactly what you wanted to hear and you’d fallen for it, hook, line, and sinker. He’d known you would be vulnerable to his charms after what Cam and Cassie had done and used it to his advantage. Once again, you had chosen to ignore the evidence in front of you in favor of what you wanted to believe instead. You’d wanted to believe he wanted you truly wanted you, but all he wanted was to find out what you were like in the sack.

You looked up from the desk you had been scrubbing when there was a soft knock on the door to find Gareth standing there, a sheepish smile on his face, one hand tucked into the pocket of his jeans, as he gave you a small wave. You straightened up, wondering what would have brought him to the school on a Friday afternoon. And why would he still assume you were here? Your thoughts took you nowhere good, hoping nothing had happened between Lance and Charlie after school.

“Hey,” he said, taking a hesitant step into the classroom, a gritted smile on his face, “I hope you don’t mind me just dropping by like this.”

“No, of course not. Is everything okay?” Your eyes moved over to the clock that hung to the left of the door. “School let out half an hour ago. Charlie made it home okay, right?”

“Yeah. He’s fine. He’s over on the playground with a couple of his friends and asked if he could play for a while before we headed home. It’s such a nice day so I figured why not and…” Gareth told you, stuffing both hands into his pockets now, rocking back and forth on his heels. “I uh…well, it worked for me because I was actually standing out there waiting for you to come out so I could talk to you but you never did. I wondered if I missed you. So, I figured I’d pop in and check.”

“Okay…” you said slowly, the hairs on the back of your neck rising in suspicion. If he wasn’t here about Charlie, then there was only one other reason you could come up with. A reason you had no desire to talk about. You tossed your rag on the table, propping your hip on top and folding your arms. “So, what did you need?”

“Uh…well…” Gareth ran a hand over the back of his neck, his face scrunching in a way that let you know he was pretty uncomfortable about whatever this was, only making you even more suspicious that this wasn’t a conversation you wanted to have. Certainly not a conversation you wanted to have with one of Eddie’s best friends, someone who would only defend him and make up excuses for his appalling behavior. “Look, this is really awkward. I probably shouldn’t be saying anything. It’s none of my business but…”

“It isn’t any of your business,” you stated, adding when he looked up at you, surprised, “I assume you’re here to talk about Eddie. I can’t imagine anything to do with your kid that would be this uncomfortable for you.”

He sighed, “You’re right. It is. I just, look, I know he can be an asshole.”

“That’s the understatement of the century…” you muttered, your fingers running over the top of the desk, trying to remind yourself that your anger was at Eddie, not at Gareth. Gareth was the parent of one of your students. You had to be careful what you said, how you treated him. You had to be professional no matter how you felt. Besides, you really liked him and you knew his heart was in the right place. He seemed like a decent guy, unlike his friend.

He chuckled hoarsely, pulling at the collar of his shirt, “Yeah. Maybe. But I heard what you said the other night at the bar. I mean, about what happened between you two. It was a little hard not to hear.”

Your eyes slipped closed, your face blazing with shame. Of course he’d heard it. The whole bar had to have heard it. By now, everyone in town probably knew. You hadn’t exactly been quiet about it, screaming it at his face as you lost all self-control in the throes of your white hot rage, and now you had to live with the consequences of it.

“Yeah, okay, and what about it?”

“The thing is, I know you’re probably thinking he’s some manwhore who sleeps with a bunch of different girls and drops them all the time but he’s not.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes. Of course his best friend was going to defend him. Did he really expect you to believe that Eddie didn’t sleep around after he’d just blown you off? Or were you just the exception, so distasteful to him that he couldn’t stomach the idea of even telling you on the phone that he wasn’t interested?

Gareth’s hand rose in front of him, “I know you have no reason to believe me. You don’t know me. You don’t even know him that well but I’m telling you the truth. I haven’t seen Eddie with anybody in years. There’ve been a couple girls here and there. And I’m not saying he hasn’t had some one-night stands. I mean who hasn’t, right? But both people knew what it was going into it. He doesn’t lead people on. He’s…I’m shocked he was even willing to have sex with you honestly.”

“Wow, thanks,” you snorted, folding your arms over your chest.

“No. I didn’t mean it like that. I mean, he’s really self-conscious, you know, of his scars and shit. I assume since you two, well, you know, that you saw them. He doesn’t like to take his shirt off, ever. He had one girl who…well, they’d been dating for like a month and when they went to do the deed and his shirt came off, she looked repulsed. She visibly cringed and lurched back from him, asking what the hell that was. Eddie told her about the…you know, the raccoons. She asked him if he could just keep his shirt on when they had sex. You have no idea what that did to his head, man. He won’t even take it off at the pool anymore so the fact that he was willing to show you, to literally bare himself to you, risk your reaction, I don’t know. It makes me think that you’re special.”

Your fingers pressed against your forehead, your heart aching at the thought of Eddie, standing bare. Being as vulnerable as you can be in front of a woman who made him feel anything less than beautiful. You had seen him, seen every single part of him, and there wasn’t a single inch of him that wasn’t magnificent, scars or not. Jesus, the guy could not catch a break. It seemed like all anybody ever did was let him down and tear him down, everybody besides his friends, the only people he let peek through that wall he’d built around himself.

And here you were again, torn, a state that you seemed to perpetually be in when it came to Eddie. Wanting to slap him across the face while, at the same time, wanting to hold him against your chest and make all the bad shit go away.

“If I am so special, then why did he rush out after? Why didn’t he even bother to call?” you demanded, wanting to believe him but terrified to allow yourself to.

“Honestly? Eddie is a locked box, man. He used to be this really open, loud, and proud guy who didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought of him. He didn’t care that they called him a freak. He wore it like a goddamn badge of honor. He figured if they were going to label him, then he may as well live up to it. He was fun. He was…Eddie. But after all that shit went down with the murders, he changed. He pulled everything into himself. He stopped letting people in. Hell, it’s hard for me to get him to tell me anything and we’ve been friends since fifth grade. So my guess is you scare the shit out of him because he wants to let you in but he doesn’t know how. I guess I’m just saying…I mean, what I came here to say, is maybe don’t give up on him just yet. I really think you could be good for him.”

“I don’t know, Gareth,” you mumbled, thinking back to Tuesday night, the vicious way he’d grinned at you as he basically said that what you had done meant nothing to him.

“I know. I’m not saying you have to decide anything right now. Just maybe think about it. He’s a jerk but I swear to you, he’s a jerk worth knowing because there’s a good guy in there. There’s a guy who is so damn loyal and who will do anything, I mean anything, for the people he cares about. There’s a guy who could be the best damn person you’ve ever met if you’re willing to work for it.” He shrugged. “That’s all I really came to say. I’m not trying to pressure you. I just wanted you to have all the facts because he’s my friend and after everything he’s been through, he deserves to be happy. And it sounds like you do, too. I’ll let you get back to…cleaning or whatever. Have a good weekend, teach, and thanks again for taking such good care of my boy.” “Of course. Charlie’s a great kid. You’ve done an amazing job with him,” you smiled. “You have a good weekend too.”

You sat on the edge of the table for probably far longer than it seemed after Gareth left, your mind like a runaway train going off the rails. Could he be right? Who would know Eddie better than him except maybe his uncle? And he’d cared enough to come find you and talk. Why would he have even bothered if he didn’t believe what he said?

Oh, but the thought of fighting back, of trying to get Eddie to let you in, to chip away at those walls, was so damn exhausting. You felt you would collapse under the weight of just considering it. Was it worth that much energy? Maybe Gareth was wrong and Eddie had never wanted you to begin with, never wanted anything from you besides finding out what the new girl was like in bed. It was high school all over again. You were the shiny, new toy that the cute boy wanted before all the others got a chance. You groaned, dropping back onto the desk, your arms draping over the sides as you stared at the ceiling, thinking maybe you’d just stay here all weekend, on this hard desk.

“Girl, it’s Friday. What in the hell are you still doing here? Are you planning on taking a nap?” asked Leslie with a laugh, poking her head in the door.

“No. Just thinking about stuff, cleaning up a bit, and making sure I’m ready for Monday.”

“All of that stuff will still be here on Monday. All of that crap you’re pondering will still be waiting too. If this is about that meeting or those boys, that issue isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Let it go for now,” your co-teacher scoffed, waving her hand. “Seriously, girl, grab your stuff and go home. Come on. It’s a Friday night. You’ve got to have something better to do than hang out at school.”

“Not really,” you mumbled, swallowing down the lump of heartache that formed as you admitted how very pathetic you were. “I’ll probably just go home, lay on my couch, and dwell on all the horrendous fuck-ups I’ve made with my life. I thought I had made some friends but that didn’t really work out.”

Leslie’s lips compressed together, her shoulder resting against the frame of the door, “Damn. This is just sad. Alright girl, I am not going to let you wallow in whatever this is. You and I are going to get a drink because you sure look like you could use one and I know I could. And then you can tell me about whatever happened with these friends.”

“Oh, no. You don’t have to do that. I’m sure you have plans. I’m fine. I’m just being pathetic and self-pitying but I’ll get past it.”

“Look, we’re all pathetic and self-pitying at times. You know what the perfect cure for that is? Talking and drinking. My only plans for the night were with a bottle of Merlot, a bubble bath, and a smutty book,” Leslie shrugged. “It can wait a few hours. Come on. Grab your stuff. There’s a bar right around the corner.”

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The bar was called Cheers and Beers. It was another little hole-in-the-wall place like The Hideout. Hawkins didn’t really have many places that would be considered upscale but this place appeared to be cleaned, at least, on a semi-regular basis. You and Leslie chose a small table in a back corner and Leslie ordered a glass of Merlot, you choosing a bourbon, hoping the burn of the alcohol would sear away everything else you didn’t want to be feeling or thinking.

As the waitress delivered your drinks, Leslie took a sip of her wine and then leaned forward on the table, her chin resting in her hands, “Alright. Spill. So, what happened with these people that you thought were your friends but aren’t now? Did you get in a fight or something?”

“No. I mean, I did fight with one of them, but he’s not even someone I can call a friend. Not really. But I didn’t fight with all of them but now it’s so awkward. I screamed at him in front of everyone. I completely lost my shit and went insane and now they all know what an idiot I am. I’ve completely humiliated myself and there is no way I can face any of them again. They probably think I am pathetic and gullible. I know they definitely think I am a giant whore now.” You tipped back the bourbon, already finishing it off, relishing the slow burn as it ran down your throat.

Leslie choked on her wine, almost spitting blood red liquid all over the table. Covering her mouth, she swallowed it down, setting her wineglass down carefully before wiping her mouth with a napkin. Leaning back in her chair, eyebrows raised, she looked quizzically at you.

“Okay, now you can’t say something like that without providing more context. Why in the hell would they think you’re a whore? Did you sleep with a bunch of them?”

“No!” you protested, offended that she would even think you were capable of that. “Jesus, of course not.”

Groaning, you waved the waitress over, ordering another bourbon, knowing you were going to need some more liquid fortification if you were going to have any hope of getting through this conversation. Holding up your hand, you paused the conversation until the drink arrived. You took a large drink when it was delivered and then inhaled slowly.

“Okay, so I met this girl, Max Mayfield, at the diner a few weeks ago when I went in to grab some food. She was really nice and we just got to talking, you know? I told her I was new here and I hadn’t met a lot of people so she invited me out to a bonfire with her friends at the lake. I went and met a whole bunch of people there and I absolutely loved them. They were so kind to me, all except for one. I think you might know him, actually. At least you seemed to that day after school when he was waiting for me.”

Her eyebrows furrowed, deep lines appearing between them, as Leslie thought back and then her eyes went wide with recognition, shooting your way, “Eddie Munson? Eddie Munson was there because he was waiting for you? Oh god. Tell me you didn’t sleep with Eddie Munson!”

Your cheeks heated as you dropped your face into your hands. Even Leslie knew you’d been an idiot to ever trust him. He must have some kind of reputation in town for being a ladies man. Everyone in town probably knew he slept around, leaving a string of heartbroken women behind him. He was in a band. He probably had a different groupie in his bed every single Tuesday night. The very thought twisted your stomach, thinking of some other girl underneath him, his hands stroking her skin, bringing her to levels of ecstasy that you hadn’t even known existed until him. Him whispering those sweet lies in another woman’s believing ear.

“Jesus Christ. I cannot believe that you slept with the Hawkins Antichrist.”

“I…I’m sorry. The what?” you asked, lifting your head.

“You really don’t know? He was suspected of murdering a bunch of people in town a decade ago. They couldn’t prove it so he went free but everyone still thinks he did it. He was always so weird and he loved being the outsider. He’d scream and yell about forced conformity and how the government was brainwashing everyone with media propaganda. Seriously, he would jump on top of the cafeteria table at least once a week to rant about some shit. Everybody knew he was crazy. He played some satanic game and brainwashed a bunch of younger kids to join. They even say the game was just a front for a cult and that the murders were actually sacrifices to Satan.”

Your eyes rolled, your stomach twisting up again but this time it was anger stirring within you. So Leslie wasn’t appalled because she thought Eddie was a manwhore. She was appalled because she bought into all the bullshit about him, the same bullshit that asshole Andy was spewing. Your fist clenched around your drink, arm stiff as your muscles tensed.

Maybe you were pissed at Eddie. Maybe you thought he was a son of a bitch for doing what he did to you. Maybe you thought he wasn’t a great guy when it came to women but you would never believe he could do those things. You would never believe the stupid rumors this town seemed insistent on holding onto. It was ridiculous, absolutely insane. And to top it off, the only reason these ignorant people believed it was because he didn’t fit the definition of what they called normal and you could not stand ignorant people who judged things they didn’t even understand.

“Come on. You can’t tell me you buy into all of that bullshit. Leslie, I thought you were smarter than that.”

“You weren’t here,” she argued, her fist coming down onto the table harshly. “You have no idea what it was like. Nothing like that had ever happened in this town before. This was a safe place, a place where people didn’t bother locking their doors and didn’t worry about their kids being out until the streetlights came on. After that, everything changed. People were terrified. They instituted a curfew. Parents were keeping their kids under lock and key, terrified they would be next.”

“Okay, I understand that what happened was awful but that doesn’t mean Eddie had anything to do with it. People only accused him because of how he looked and the things he enjoyed, which metal music and a fantasy game are harmless by the way. He didn’t run a cult, Leslie. He didn’t induct people in. He took in kids who didn’t fit in anywhere else and gave them a safe place. It was seriously just a harmless game. The name of his DnD club was Hellfire. People twisted it all around after the fact to make him the monster they needed him to be.”

“Chrissy, the first victim, was found in his trailer! How do you explain that?”

“I don’t know. I can’t. As you said, I wasn’t there but I am telling you that Eddie had nothing to do with it. There’s no way that he’s capable of something like that.”

Leslie looked at you as if you’d completely lost it, “Are you seriously defending him? I am assuming he dicked you over since you’re refusing to face these new friends of yours. Used you for sex and then he’s done with you and you’re going to sit there and defend him? You don’t even know him. You said you just met him a few weeks ago. Let me guess who your new friends are? Steve Harrington? Nancy Wheeler? Robin Buckley? Jonathan Byers?”

“How…how’d you know that?”

“Because that group were the only ones who stuck by him after everything. They will still defend him with their dying breath. I’ve always wondered if they know more than what they’re saying. That group was always involved in all the weird shit that happened here. The disappearances, the mall fire, the murders…them and those kids that are always with them were always knee deep in that shit. They closed ranks after everything, becoming some little secretive group. It’s seriously weird.”

“Look, I think they do know more about what happened back then than they’re saying but maybe they have good reason to stay quiet. They’re good people, Leslie. I’ve gotten to know them pretty well and they are some of the kindest, most inclusive people I’ve ever met. And maybe they defend Eddie because he deserves it, because they know he’s innocent. Have you ever thought of that?”

Leslie sighed, “Look, I don’t want to fight with you. I really don’t. I like you and I love working with you. You’re an amazing teaching partner. I don't want things between us to be strained. But we might have to agree to disagree here. Eddie hasn’t exactly given anyone any reason to think otherwise. He walks around all surly and has a massive attitude all the time like he’s just waiting for a fight.”

“Of course he does! Can you blame him? This whole town was more than happy to crucify him the minute something happened. They didn’t even consider the possibility that he didn’t do it,” you argued. “Why should he have to prove anything to any of you? Innocent until proven guilty, remember? You all condemned him without any proof. Why should the burden fall on him to prove what should have been assumed to begin with? This town didn’t give him a single reason to want to be friendly.”

“I mean…okay, you’re not completely wrong. I remember the town hall meeting vividly. It was like something from a horror movie, something that you just never think you’ll be a part of. I felt like I was watching a car wreck in action. Jason Carver showed up, completely out of his mind, and ranted about monsters and demons and the whole place was ready to hunt Eddie down themselves. My parents were absolutely convinced he’d done it. I just…I guess it was easy to believe. He’d always been called the freak at school and he seemed to like to live up to that title. He seemed to take pride in it. He was always so different. He didn’t even try to fit in. You know? Most people want to fit in, want to conform but not him.” Leslie paused, thinking. “If he really is innocent, I can’t imagine how hard it’s been for him living in this town after all of that.”

“The others told me he’s had his car vandalized and things thrown at his house, not to mention the awful things people have said to him. He only stayed for his uncle who raised him. He didn’t want to leave him alone. I met his uncle and he’s a really sweet guy. And yeah, Eddie slept with me and seems done with me. He completely used me. He’s a jerk for that. I hate him right now. I mean, I want to punch him right in his nose but I still can’t believe he would do anything like that. He’s an ass but he’s not a murderer.”

A sigh fell from Leslie’s lips as she shrugged, lifting her wine glass, “Well, alright. I guess if you can still think so highly of him after he used you like a cheap prostitute, then I suppose I could consider rethinking my views on him. Maybe this town was wrong. Maybe I was. I just believed what everyone was saying without a shred of proof just like everyone else. I never even considered another possibility until now. They called his followers sheep but I believed my parents like a damn sheep following the flock. It was classic mob mentality now that I think about it. God, I kind of feel like an idiot.”

“Hey, don’t feel too bad,” you assured, lifting your glass to Leslie’s, clinking them together. “I have believed a bunch of bullshit that I shouldn’t have more than one time myself.”

“Well, cheers to us both being dumbasses,” Leslie chuckled.

“Cheers to being blind to the truth,” you agreed, downing the rest of your drink.

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Leslie pulled in front of your house to drop you off a few hours later. You’d had every intention of walking back to the school and riding your bike home but you’d wound up drinking one more bourbon and after three, you didn’t quite trust your tipsy self to balance on a bike. Better not to take any chances. The last thing you needed was a broken bone and a hospital bill you couldn’t afford. You would just have to walk over to the school tomorrow to get it. You waved goodbye as Leslie pulled away, thinking at least with the help of some alcohol you’d be able to get some good sleep tonight and stumbled your way up your sidewalk.

Maybe you’d lost all your new friends. Maybe you’d messed that up completely but that didn’t mean you were completely alone. After your little argument about the ignorance of the town, you and Leslie had a good time together, laughing and talking, finally taking the time to really get to know each other outside of the walls of the school.

You, who’d been keeping everyone at work at a distance for so long, could see Leslie as someone you’d enjoy spending time with. So, maybe there was still hope for a new life in this town. Maybe you wouldn’t have to run away with your tail between your legs to start over somewhere new again. Maybe you could still find your happy in this place.

A small amber glow to the right of your porch caught your eye as you moved to place your key in the lock. You jumped, jerking as you looked over to find Eddie sitting on your porch swing, legs spread wide in front him, one arm casually draped along the wood backing. He brought the cigarette to his lips, taking a long drag before tilting his head back, the smoke slipping from between his lips in a thin line.

“Are you fucking kidding me? No. Hell no. Absolutely not,” you muttered, shaking your head, working to get the key in the door as quickly as possible but your inebriated state was not allowing you to work fast enough as he rose from the swing and made his way over to you.

“Prom Queen…” he began.

“No. Nope. No way,” you insisted, turning the lock and the knob so hard that you half fell into your foyer. You spun to close the door behind you but his hand shot out, holding it open. You pushed back hard but it provided no resistance against him as he stepped inside, swinging it shut behind him. “What do you think you’re doing? Get the hell out of my house.”

Eddie shook his head. “I’m not going anywhere. Not until we talk.”

“There is nothing to talk about. You got what you wanted from me, Eddie. Good for you. You fooled me. You had me believing you were a good guy and it got you in my pants. You came, you saw, you conquered. You got the new girl first and proved I’m just as empty headed as you first thought. Now you can walk around all proud of yourself, basking in your glory. So get the fuck out.”

“Goddamn it, that’s not what that was,” Eddie huffed, taking a step toward you as you simultaneously took a step back, not trusting yourself to be so close to him. He groaned, both hands coming to the top of his head as he spun in an agitated circle. “I wasn’t just trying to get in your pants.”

“Could have fooled me by the way you ran out of here like the damn house was on fire and then couldn’t be bothered to call me after you said you would. Not to mention what a dick you were at the bar. Weren’t you the one who said you were a good actor? Well, you should win an Oscar for that because I thought you were being genuine. I thought you liked me. What an idiot I was!”

“Goddamn it! I know I did this all wrong. That wasn’t…I didn’t…son of a bitch! I just…this is such a bad idea. Don’t you see what a bad idea this is? I shouldn’t have ever done that. I’ve tried so hard to keep a safe distance between us, to resist what I wanted. It was a huge mistake and then you asked me to stay over and I knew it was a mistake and I just couldn’t face you after…”

“Oh, okay. That’s so much better,” you growled, tossing your arms up in the air. “You didn’t just use me. Thank goodness. That could have been embarrassing. You just slept with me and then realized I was a huge mistake that you wished you wouldn’t have made. Thanks for clearing that up. You can go now.”

You stomped away from him into the kitchen, hoping he would get the idea and leave. You could not do this anymore. You wished you’d never met him. The room swayed in front of you and you grabbed onto the edge of the counter to steady yourself, a roar of frustration ripping its way from your chest when he didn’t leave but instead followed you.

Why couldn’t he just go away? Did he really think this was any better than ghosting you? Telling you that you were an error, a bad decision, a regret? Why couldn’t he have just left it alone? You’d had no intention of seeking out clarification. You would have been satisfied just calling it what it was, a guy using you for sex. Maybe you could have even twisted it into something positive. You’d never had a one night stand. Shouldn’t everyone have one at least once?

“That’s not what I’m saying! Jesus Christ!” His large hands slammed down on the counter across from you and you jumped. “Don’t you get it? I’m the monster of this town! I’m defective merchandise just like your ex. You don’t deserve that, especially not after what that asshole already did to you. You would be better off with anybody but me! You’re not the mistake, princess! I am!”

Your muddled brain tried to wade through the murky confusion, “What?”

“Why do you think I’ve been such a dick since the moment we met? Sure, I can have my moments but I was really pulling out all the assholery I could for you. I wanted you to hate me because it was easier! It was easier than trying to fight what I really wanted. I’ve been fighting to keep a distance between us since the night we met and I’ve failed. I’ve been holding on for dear life so I don’t drown in you! But no matter what I did, I kept being drawn to you. I knew it was stupid. I knew it was wrong. I knew every single time I showed up that I was playing with fire. I knew you deserved better than me but I kept coming back to you. I told myself I could just be your friend. I told myself it was what you wanted so it was okay. I told myself I would never let it go farther than that. I’d play it safe. I made every excuse in the book, knowing damn well that I was just trying to justify what I wanted. But Saturday, I was just so damn tired of fighting it. And then you…you wanted me too and it was so damn easy to just let it happen, to stop resisting. I gave in and then you wanted me to stay over and I knew I had made a huge mistake.”

Your eyes slipped closed, your grip on the counter tightening as your brain warred with itself once again. Did you allow yourself to believe him again? Did you forgive him? Did you let him back in only to risk him changing his mind once again? Or did you tell him, fine, this was a huge mistake and that was all it was going to be and you should just stay away from each other? That would definitely be the smarter choice of the two but you’d already proven that when it came to him, you didn’t make the smart choice.

And those eyes. Fuck those goddamn big doe eyes. They were so sincere, full of pain, a window into deep anguish that was tugging at your heart. He was hunched forward, arms wrapped around himself as if he were trying to contain all of his emotions inside, shielding himself from the truth he was exposing. This man made you want to jump out of the plane without a parachute, to risk shattering on impact. Anything if it meant that you could make that suffering go away.

“And why do you get to make that decision for me?” you asked, struggling as those eyes pierced your soul; twin brown pools of regret pleading for you to try to understand. “Why do you get to decide if something’s a mistake for me?”

“Oh come on! I know you’ve heard all the shit this town says about me,” he muttered, tongue running under his upper lip, looking down at the countertop.

“Is any of it true?”

Eddie shrugged, his finger running back and forth over the formica countertop “I didn’t hurt anybody, if that’s what you’re asking. I’m not a murderer.”

“Then why in the hell should I care what anybody else has to say?”

“Because I’m broken, princess. Far too broken to ever be fixed.”

“Eddie, everybody’s a little broken. Sometimes those pieces aren’t meant to be fixed. They’re meant to be mended by opening ourselves up to others and letting them heal us. We can glue the parts back together but the cracks will always be there. They remain as scars to remind us of how strong we are, to remind us not to make the same mistakes twice. I’m not exactly perfectly put together myself.”

“That’s not what I mean. You have no idea. You’re not nearly as fucked up as I am. You might need a little glue but I am destined for the trash heap. My pieces can’t ever be put back the way that they were. They’ve been smashed into dust.”

“Okay, so what?” you insisted, your elbows coming down onto the counter as you leaned over it. “Maybe you can’t be put back the way you were before but maybe that’s not a bad thing. Maybe you have an opportunity to put the pieces back differently, in a way that’s even better, stronger. That is, if your stubborn ass would ever be willing to let someone in to help you. Reassembling yourself is not a one man job, Eddie. It requires a village and you have one. You just have to let them in.”

The pad of his thumb ran over the nail of his opposite one, that tongue of his slipping out, playing at the corner of his mouth. You were making him nervous. You had no idea how you’d learned to read him so well so quickly but you had. Eddie might think he was some mysterious conundrum but he wore his emotions on his sleeve and he had particular tells when something was off.

“Would…” He breathed in slowly, closing his eyes for a moment, and then they opened, finding yours. Your grip on the counter tightened, your legs like a jellyfish, the intensity in his stare almost sending you to the ground. “Would you consider yourself a part of that village?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted, shrugging. “I told you before that I wanted to be if you’d let me but you don’t seem to want to. I get that you don’t know me that well. You have no reason to trust me and now, I don’t know if I can trust you. I mean, you’re only the second guy I slept with and you disappeared on me. Kind of makes it a little challenging to be open and trusting.”

“The…wait…” Eddie’s head shook, mouth open in a silent question while he got his bearings. “You seriously had only ever been with your ex? I was…shit.” His palm ran down his face and over his chin.

You turned quickly, grabbing dry dishes from the rack next to the sink. You began putting them away, anything to keep your hands busy, to keep from looking at him. Great. You really needed to stop putting your foot in your mouth. Now he really thought you were stupid and pathetic. You’d only ever been with two guys your entire life and both had screwed you over. Eddie was probably enjoying this, relishing the fact that you were the shallow airhead he’d pinned you as the night you met.

“Princess…”

The hairs on the back of your neck rose, a shiver running down your spine. Eddie was so close behind you that you could feel his words, his breath softly moving your hair. Your eyes slipped close, your body responding to him the way it always did. Your damn body was a betraying bitch. Why did he have such an effect on you and why was he so damn close?

“I’m really sorry,” he whispered softly. “I had no idea that I was your first after your split. I had no idea that I was only your second. I guess I should have. You said you’d been with him since high school. Shit. I feel like all I do is apologize to you. I know I’ve been a dick. I know you have no reason to but do you think you can forgive me?”

Could you? Yes. Would you? Yes. Should you? Probably not but you’d never been able to do what you should do when it came to him. What was the point in starting now? You knew you were probably setting yourself up to have your heart broken again. You were probably setting yourself up to be humiliated again but you couldn’t stay away from him. You could try to kid yourself. You could tell yourself whatever you wanted but you knew it wasn’t true.

Your silence must have felt like an answer to him because his warmth vanished from behind you. You could hear his boots treading heavily across the hardwood floor as he made his way to the door. You should let him go. You should let him walk out the door and put an end to this thing now before it got out of control and you were too deeply in. But you were already too deep. You were hundreds of feet below the surface, kicking your legs, but unable to breach, every fiber of you completely consumed with him.

“Eddie…” You spun around as you finally broke the silence.

His head turned, eyes filled with so much hope that you were overcome with a desire to give him anything he wanted just to keep it there. You walked toward him, your hand reaching for his cheek, your heart constricting when his eyes closed, his face turning into it as if relishing the simple human contact. This man was so touch starved, desperate for affection from someone. Desperate for someone to think he was worth something, for someone to care for him, someone more than just a friend, someone he could be the most important to. He hadn’t said it. He never would probably but his body language was screaming it, just hoping for someone to finally hear.

Were you strong enough to take a chance on him? Were you strong enough to push past all his defenses? You didn’t know. Maybe not, but you were damn sure willing to find out because nothing scared you more than the thought of him walking out, the thought that you might never feel for anyone else the way you felt for him. The thought that this all consuming need and desire would never take you over again was unbearable.

His hand came up to cover yours but this time he didn’t remove it. He held it there as he opened his eyes, gazing down at you with such longing that you struggled to maintain eye contact. His other hand wrapped around your waist, pulling your body toward his until your pelvis was flush against him, feeling how much he wanted you at that moment. Your breath hitched as his head dipped, his lips hovering just above yours.

“Are you sure?” he asked softly.

“Are you sure?” you shot back at him, putting the ball in his court. You hadn’t been the one to walk away. You hadn’t been the one who shut this down. You’d been sure from the moment your lips met. You needed to know if he was sure.

“I am so fucking sure,” Eddie rasped, his thumb moving to your lips, brushing along the bottom one.

“Prove it,” you challenged.

Chapter 15

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